DOMINION_ An Indecent Proposition · Part 2 (2/2)
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pose himself. His tights wouldn't do much to mask his true intentions. "I'm the referee," she said. "Oh, okay. I hope you're not gonna play favorites." "Don't worry.
I'll be impartial." "I should hope so." The voice was Ava's. She was walking toward them, wearing a black interlaced posing suit, which left all but her breasts and lower body exposed. It was cut to the waist on the sides, and dipped low in front. Her full, raised breasts were barely concealed. Matching boots and kneepads completed the ensemble. "Mr. Bradley will certainly need an impartial official." She bounded onto the apron, and leaped over the ropes. He noticed that the rear coverage of the suit was equally minimal. Tom took a deep breath, and shook his head. "Goddamn it, what are you trying to do to me here? How can I possibly concentrate?
I mean, you're both–both just–oh, man…." "Relax." Ava ran her hands over her breasts, down her chiseled midsection. He decided that she and Anna were built precisely to his tastes: they were tall, strong, and athletic, with lean physiques and ample feminine curves as well. "You'll have other things on your mind once we've started. Like surviving." She moved toward him. "Let's go." He shrugged, and backed up a few steps, where they began to circle one another. Anna withdrew to a nearby corner, and leaned over to watch, her hands on her knees. Ava's face became focused, her eyes never straying from his, her body tense.
They locked up, collar and elbow, and he moved first, going behind her and embracing her waist. He lifted her and brought her to her knees, where he forced her to her stomach. His intention was to use only mat wrestling, and to immobilize her with some simple holds. He wanted to reduce her pain and suffering as much as possible, while getting at least one pin. Or a few. Or ten, if she were still game…. Her body twisted in his arms, and she broke free. Rolling to the side, she jumped lightly to her feet, and crouched low. "Excellent," he said, grinning. "You got out fast." "Don't patronize me," she said, and they locked up again.
It was her turn to move first: she slid behind him and jerked his arm into a hammerlock. He winced; the move sent sharp pain through his shoulder, much more than he'd expected. Turning him in place, she took him under his body and around his neck, and–to his shock–lifted him into her arms with ease. A second later, she was holding him high above her head, her arms fully extended, supporting him with no apparent difficulty. "I told you I was serious," she said, and then pulled him back to her; turning with his downward momentum, she spun and power-slammed him to the mat.
Dazed and shaken by the press-slam, he was vaguely aware of her dropping astride his chest, and of Anna delivering a three- count. Ava lightly patted his cheek, to bring him back to coherence. "Hello," she said, a sly smile on her face. "Are you sure you're up for this?" He shook his head, trying to clear it, as she stepped back and pulled him to stand. "How…how in the hell did you do that?" Ava winked at Anna. "The mechanics of the move are pretty simple, Tom. If you'd like another demonstration–" "Never mind," he said. He re-gained some stability, then said, "Okay, let's do this again." They came to grips, and she shot a knee into his midsection, bowling him over.
Ava lifted him up and slammed him down, then launched into the ropes as he lay prone. She leaped on the rebound–gaining easily ten feet in height–and landed across him with her body. She followed this with a succession of elbow drops, punishing his chest and sternum. He lay helpless, more pain lancing through him than he'd yet felt in his professional career. She stood and paced around him, considering her next move. "You can pin him again, probably," said Anna. "Probably. But I'm not through yet." She pulled him to stand; he wobbled on his feet, still disoriented. She flew off the ropes again, then jumped and brought him down with a flying clothesline.
He twitched as she slid over his chest once more, and was counted out. He came to a few minutes later, coughing and weak, barely able to roll to his side. Ava lay beside him, propped on an elbow, one eyebrow raised. "You're back. I was beginning to wonder." He struggled to sit up, and rubbed his neck. "I–I don't get this…." "What's to get? You're getting your ass kicked." "Thanks." He staggered against the ropes momentarily, before managing to right himself unassisted. Anna looked at him closely, trying to gauge his condition. She asked, "Are you okay?
Are you hurt or anything?" He winced at the throbbing pain in his midsection and neck, and felt like he'd just survived a high-speed wreck–barely. "I'm fine. C'mon, let's go again." Ava shrugged and rolled up, her movements now loose, confident. A sinking feeling set in that he was trapped, that she'd used his libido and overconfidence to get him into the ring, and that now he was paying the price for underestimating her skills. His mind raced as he tried to grasp the implications of what was happening: excuses aside, Ava was dominating the encounter, something he'd never expected to happen.
He'd seen the news reports about the Dominion virus–a strange, sudden phenomenon that had vastly enhanced the bodies and muscle quality of the world's female population–but had only considered the cosmetic implications. A world of tall, athletic, shapely females seemed like a libidinous dream, but he'd scarcely realized the broader implications. The match had gone beyond the mere opportunity for financial gain: if he didn't establish a credible presence, the match might represent a shift in gender dominance world wide, something he was surprisingly uncomfortable with. He steeled himself, determined to take control of the match.
They circled again, Tom's body still aching from her prior attack, before moving to lock up. His forearm thumped the side of her head, and he followed this with an arm bar. He tossed her to her back and fell to his knees, cinching in the lock, trying to slow her and recover some endurance. She quickly rolled to stand, decreasing his leverage, then forced him slowly, deliberately, back into the ropes. Anna ordered them to break, and Tom grudgingly released her arm. She swung a clothesline at him, and he reflexively ducked and rushed to one side. He jumped and hit her with a flying dropkick, which staggered her back, then whipped her across the ring.
On the return, he landed a reverse flying elbow, which sent her down. With momentum finally on his side, he jumped, targeting her forehead with his knee. Unexpectedly, she rolled away, and his knee met the mat with painful force. She gripped his ankle and cinched in a leglock, twisting his knee with alarming force. He groaned as she cinched the move in. Anna dropped to one knee beside him, ready to accept a submission should he offer one. Ava dragged him to ring center, where she stepped over his leg, then fell back and locked in a figure four. He flailed his arms, pain lancing through his weakened knee, as Ava applied brutal pressure to the joint.
He fought to maintain conciousness, before his vision spun, blurred, then faded. When he came to, Anna was massaging his leg, feeling it for deformities. "Seems okay," said Anna. "I don't think anything's broken." "That's good," said Ava, a predatory smile on her lips. "I'm not through with him yet." He ignored her remark, and tried unsuccessfully to sit up. Ava dropped and slid to him, and wrapped her legs around his chest, just under his arms. The air rushed from his constricted body as she rolled to her knees, sat down on his side, and tightened the hold. Her breath came in shuddering gasps, eyes fluttering as erotic warmth pulsed over her from within.
She cupped her breasts and stroked her fingers over her visibly stiffened nipples, no longer content to suppress the sensations she felt. Biting her lower lip, she moaned as her arousal intensified, and alternated the pressure between a death grip and something she felt he could tolerate. Try as he might, he could neither roll her off nor pry her python-like legs away. He was helpless to prevent her from squeezing the life out of him. "Poor guy," Anna sighed. "I hope there's something left for me. Ava, I don't think he can signal a submission–" "Good." Ava lifted one of his faltering arms, and licked and nibbled his fingertips.
The burning heat washing over her reached a fever peak, and she decided to terminate the encounter with her favorite hold. She opened her legs, allowing him to roll prone, then moved forward to lay on her side. Holding the back of his head, she pulled his face against her lower body, then slowly, agonizingly, clamped her legs around his skull and interlaced her ankles. She writhed and bucked in time with her sexual rhythms, lower back arched, breasts jutting out, glistening with a sheen of perspiration as she squealed and screamed with each passing climax.
The sensation of his head trapped between her thighs, of his face crushed against her sex brought her to frequent, sustained orgasm of incredible intensity. Tom grit his teeth and groaned as she abused him, too weak to resist. As his vision clouded into a field of flashing points, he realized he'd been completely dominated, and that the world–and his perception of it–would never be the same.
"He's coming around," he heard Anna say, as he drifted back to conciousness. "Yes, but I think he's had enough. I don't want to risk injuring him permanently." Tom opened his mouth to speak, but all that emerged was a hoarse gasp. He lacked the energy to lift any part of his body from the mat. He felt them unlacing his boots, and they slid them off, followed by his kneepads. Ava asked, "How do you feel?" "B-bad," he groaned. "Real bad." "Don't worry," she said. "You won't be going anywhere for a while." After what he'd just gone through, and the humiliation borne from it, Tom wished they'd dump him by the side of the road, rather than keep him around.
If they had some strange snuff climax planned, he was helpless to prevent it, and hoped that his corpse would be identifiable if it washed ashore. Ava crawled over him, and sat across his stomach, still tingling with arousal. Anna reached to behind Ava's top, and unclasped it; it dropped away, revealing her perfect breasts. "I'll admit that I called you here for more than athletic purposes, Tom," she said, sliding her hands over the warm skin of his ribs and chest. She lowered over him, and pressed the stiff points of her nipples against his pectorals. "I've wanted you at my mercy since I first saw you wrestle.
You didn't win any pins, but you do get the consolation prize." Her lips met his warmly, passionately, her tongue working into his mouth. The kiss lingered for some moments, before she parted. They pulled away his trunks, then slowly, sensuously removed their clothing. In spite of his fatigue and exhaustion, he was no less overwhelmed by the sight of them. They crawled to where he lay, and stroked and fondled him, their lips, hands, and bodies sliding over him and eliciting instant response. Working in tandem, Ava and Anna used Tom in every conceivable way, losing all control in their passions.
They enjoyed their union for long hours, alternating between tender caresses and erotic frenzy, leaving him coated with sweat and their fluids. Satisfied and exhausted, they carried Tom from the ring, to molest and caress him in the hot tub. They concluded the evening by depositing him in a guest bedroom, where they dropped onto him and fell to sleep.
He awoke to find Ava atop him, riding his post-sleep erection. She snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Good morning," she said. Tom returned her embrace. It was good, he decided, to be screwed awake by a beautiful woman. "Where's Anna?" "She's making us breakfast. And she's getting an icepack for your knee, to prevent any swelling." "Better make that an ice tub. I'm gonna need total-body therapy." Ava squealed and bit his shoulder, muffling her cries. Changing her rhythm, she said, "Don't worry. I know I was a little rough, but Anna and I will pamper you back to good health.
We'll subject you to massages…hot tubs…group sex…and anything else we think you'll need." He smiled, and tightened his arms around her. He wasn't much into hurt/comfort relationships, but in this case, he'd make an exception. "Ava…that was the craziest night of my life." "I hope I didn't discourage you from continuing. You're a talented wrestler." "Discouraged? Hell, I'm thrilled. It's not often I run into girls like you two. You're special." They kissed again. "Y'know, if I'd won any money, I know what I'd've spent it on." "What?" "You." She looked genuinely touched by the statement. "Even after what I did?" "Hell, yes. I'll get over my bruises, and like I said, you're special.
Not to mention enigmatic, beautiful…and loaded. What more can a man ask for?" "Since you put it that way…." As their rhythm continued, he nibbled the nape of her neck, prompting her to scream and buck. He took some time to locate her pleasure buttons–her earlobes and the small of her back among them–and, having done so, played her like an instrument. As he brought her successive multiple orgasms, he thought it was interesting that someone so dominant in the ring was so manipulable in bed. Between peaks, Tom asked, "Have you thought about going pro?" She nodded. "That's one reason I brought you here.
I wanted to see if I could cut it." "I'm glad you mentioned that." He rolled atop her, and pushed her right leg up and over, altering his angle of entry. Her cries began again, in earnest. "You see, I've got a little proposition of my own." Anna came in, carrying a tray of pancakes, eggs, and juice. "Breakfast is served–" Noticing them hard at work, she put the tray aside and began to unzip her servant's costume. "Hey, save some for me, willya?"
"Y'know, this is gonna pack 'em in. A championship tag team match–and a woman on one team." Leonard Harris checked Tom's and Ava's signatures, and shook his head. "Hell, they'll be beatin' down the doors." "Just make sure the Marauders show," said Tom, tapping the man's desk. "I don't want to miss this opportunity." "Don't worry, they'll be there. I suspect they'll get a kick out of beatin' up a woman. They aren't known for bein' especially sensitive." "Trust me, Mr. Harris," said Ava. "I don't require any special treatment. I'll give as good as I get." "Better," said Tom.
"Y'know," he said, as they walked back to the car. "Anna really ought to be your partner. If she's wrestling you to a standstill, then you'd be perfect together." "Trust me, I won't let her stand on the sidelines. But I'm looking forward to being your partner, rather than your adversary." "That's good. I'm not sure I'm paid up on my health insurance." She pulled him close, and they kissed again. "Now whaddaya say we go study some tapes? I've got a lot of Marauders footage in my library." "Later. Right now, I want to bring you back home and pin you again. Only this time, I think I'll just bring you straight to bed." "Thank God."
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