Not the Boston Crab.
Not that hold.
The match was long over.
My body had been crushed in combat against this Japanese beauty. For the better part of the match, I was battered around the room, squeezed dry between her smooth milky legs, and choked relentlessly by this girl. Her hands, legs and knees had pulverized my body with repeated blows to the point of parody. She had thrown me to the mats so many times that my back had imprints. Her attire meant to strike intimidation into her opponents, an all black swimsuit, knee pads and boots. The suit showed no cleavage unlike many of the one-pieces you see in the scene. The black match her cold black eyes which showed no emotion as she tore her opponents to shreds on the mat. Her perfect black pigtails meant to exude a playful innocence but underneath was a cruel sadistic fighter. Many female opponents underestimated her five-foot-two size and all of them ended up at her feet, their bodies ravaged by her skills. Her black face-mask with a zipper hid her beauty and you could never tell if she was enjoying the proceedings. Was this another day at the office for her? Or was she thrilled that her handlers brought her a new toy. She rarely spoke and only my cries of pain filled the room. She had crushed many females to the point that the producer had to find a male to face her.
I was that male.
I looked around the room and as my shirt and shorts on the ground. She had used my shirt to strangle me in the early proceedings. My body was screaming for this to be over as I tried to bridge out of the hold. It was the first time I had tried to resist a hold but I failed. At first the pain was manageable as she was standing. Then she slowly began to sit down ratcheting the dread. I remember what the producer had said. This girl relished using her legs on women since that was industry standard. Now she has the chance to use all the moves men do to women and I was the unfortunate test dummy.
I would later find out that this hole in her home country was subjected to holds like this on a daily basis. She was a dojo brat whose body, spirit, mind and soul were broken without mercy by older wrestlers. Pushed to its absolute limit and then pushed past that threshold. The female was remolded into a merciless wrestling machine. Then she entered into the fetish wrestling scene which makes the American scene look a game of tag. The beatings dealt and received were one hundred percent real without any mercy. Male and female pro wrestlers who washed out of the scene took gleeful pleasure in annihilating girls like her. These weren’t cheap fuck films, the buyers were hardcore with urges the joshi and puro scene couldn’t scratch. Many girls don’t make it past a few videos and those who survive become just as merciless as their tormentors.
The American scene had no clue what was coming when she set foot in the states.
At first, I tried to grab an ankle to trip but her but the form was flawless. I could grab her hands since she clamped them together, leaving them out of range. I tried to push up but she’d counter with her body weight, moving just a bit to snuff it out. I could do nothing but scream in agony as she bent my back, with my lower back being inflamed. Again, not a single emotion on her end as she mercilessly bent me. I could see the cameraman zooming in on my face as I tried to hide my embarrassment by burying my face in the mats. After much resistance and failures to escape, I gave in and mercifully tapped the mats three times. She refused and continued to pull backs as I screamed my submission, begging for the release. Finally the producer got her to let go of the hold as she rolled me over.
There was a certain reality about this cruel exhibition.
It had been a very arousing experience. She had put me out in a seated head scissors, pushing herself off the ground. It was the type of visual that most producers would kill for. Dominant female, submissive male being out to sleep between her legs. My head rested against her crotch as she rubbed my face against it, which I presumed was a humiliation tactic. I didn’t know that she was getting off on this. Later in the match, she had entwined my legs in a brutal grapevine, she began thrusting her pelvis and her upper body into mine. When I finally conceded as she had trapped my hands to ensure no escape, she slithered her body over mine. I could feel her rock hard nipples and the warm from her crotch over my face. When her crotch was over my face, she lingered for a moment before moving on. It was a behavior that had never been seen before in her squashes against female opponents.
She pointed at the camera man, snapped her fingers as he snap zoomed onto my erection. She had my legs up and spread, brought her boot up and came right down onto my erection. She began caress kg my penis with her foot, trying to stimulate it. I was about ready to shoot my load and then I saw her foot raise. I yelled in horror as she stomped twice more and I ejaculated upon the impact of the last blow. My white briefs now had the stains of the ejaculation as I tried to crawl into a fetal position but she refused. She flattened me out and snapped her fingers and demanded the camera get a shot of my stained briefs. I had zero time to wallow in shame as she hauled me up and into a bearhug. Another more that no doubt she felt the wrath of in her Japan days.
It was a soul crushing, life depleting hold. I could do nothing but try to push off but she possessed an iron grip around my body. Internally, I was begging for her to put me out, to end this nightmare. My breathing was being cut off and I was starting to feel a bit breezy, like I had one too many drinks. Not to mention the excruciating back pain from the repeated throws. She began to frustrate and grind her lower body into mine, with intent of forcing ejaculation once more. I looked down and saw that I was fully erect as she quickly changed to body-lock. There was some squeezing but she wanted to show off that once again, I had an erection. The camera person didn’t even wait for the fingers to snap, likely out of fear that they’d be the next victim.
The Japanese beauty tripped me to the ground as I found myself face first on the floor. My mind raced with what violent hold I’d be subjected to next. Instead, she slowly began dry humping me. It was a mesmerizing feeling as I began to moan with pleasure. It was an exhilarating feeling as I grabbed the mats, a feeling of pure estacy as she forced me onto all fours and resumed humping, more sensual thrusts followed by hard, rougher thrusts. She tossed me over and climbed on top on me, resuming her thrust’s, the roughness intensified. Cries of pain began to mix in the with moans of pleasure as she slapped and punched my body as I finally cummed with a whimper and a moan.
I was hoping the domination and humiliation would finally be over. Instead she rolled me over and tied my hands, leaving me defenseless. My anxiety was going through the roof as to what would happen next. She mounted my face with her vagina as began aggressively riding it back and forth. I tried to turn my head but she grabbed my hair and forced it back. Back and forth she went as she began moan in ecstasy, the first sounds that came out of her mouth the whole brutal affair. I was totally defenseless as she road to my face to complete orgasm and I was getting erect in the process. The humiliation came when she squirted in her bottoms and I could feel the warm and sticky liquid on my face. She turned her head and saw my erection as her look of bliss turned to one of fury. She got off me and pelted my chest with stomps while swearing in her native tongue before stripping my briefs, my full erection exposed to the camera. She undid my shirt and hauled me up for a brutal torture rack, making sure that one hand was playing with my privates. As she bent me over, I could do little but scream a submission. I wanted this to be over but I felt turned on by her fondling. The more I moaned, the harder she bent my already broken body. I finally shot my load onto the mats with another moan as she dropped to both knees, driving my wounded spinal cord into my shoulders. One last cry of pain as I slid off her shoulders. She stood me up and grabbed a quick and brutal rear naked choke, trying to crush my throat in the process. I gave no resistance not even trying to break the hold as I quickly went to sleep. It was over as I fell to the mat face first. The Japanese beauty dragged to where I had stained the mat with my load and placed my face on it before putting her foot on the back of my head for a victory pose.
