This is one of the first, if not the very first, story I posted here. It was written at a member's request but since I don't recall if she wanted her name mentioned, I'll simply post the story and allow her to identify herself if she wishes.
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Scrib
Jennifer stood sipping her drink and wondering what bizarre instinct made men so stupidly competitive, and why that instinct seemed to grow stronger when there was alcohol involved. The party had begun normally enough – hors d’oeuvres, cocktails and small talk but now, just a couple of hours later, two supposedly adult men had stripped off their jackets and shirts and wrestled one another on the rug, to the delighted encouragement of most of the crowd. Even more ridiculously, that ‘fight’ had spurred another pair to do the same thing. It was this second pair that Jennifer and her husband Eric stood watching with mild amusement. Thank God Eric has more sense than to succumb to this kind of juvenile machismo, she thought to herself.
As they watched, one of the two protagonists had the other in a full nelson and, after struggling vainly for several minutes to escape, the trapped wrestler called out reluctantly, “Okay! You win!” His opponent let him go to general applause from the watching crowd. Laughing, the two men shook hands and slapped one another on their bare shoulders.
A woman standing next to Jennifer had been among those cheering the loudest. A little shorter than Jennifer with blonde hair down past her shoulders, she was obviously out to impress in the proverbial ‘little black dress’ that reached only partway down her slender but well-toned thighs, a rather stark contrast to Jennifer’s chic but conservative grey pants and pink sweater. She grinned at Jennifer as the applause died down. “These guys are so funny. Facing off like a bunch of stags in the season.” Jennifer said nothing, and merely smiled. “So waddya say, honey?” pressed the blonde. “Reckon us girls should show ‘em how it’s done?”
Jennifer blinked. “Excuse me?”
The blonde laughed. “You and me, down and dirty, here and now.” She had obviously had several drinks and her eyes were bright. “Let’s show the boys how it’s done!”
Jennifer laughed, partly from amusement and partly in embarrassment since several bystanders were now paying attention, including Eric. “I couldn’t…” she glanced at the rug, then back at the blonde.
“Oh come on!” The other woman winked. “I promise I won’t embarrass you…much.” There was a ripple of laughter from those around them.
“Oh, I don’t know…” said Jennifer uncertainly. She looked at Eric, seeking support, but he was smiling strangely and there was a glint of excitement in his eyes. Jennifer was surprised to realize that her husband actually wanted to see her fight this woman. “I…I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Well I’m not exactly Hulk Hogan, honey, so you don’t have too much to worry about,” retorted the other woman archly. “Besides, it’s not like this is a serious fight or anything. You saw the guys. It’s all just fun!” She put an arm around Jennifer’s shoulders. “Let your hair down, girl!”
Someone suddenly called out, “Hey! Jennifer’s going to wrestle Donna!” There was immediate spontaneous applause and a few scattered cheers.
Jennifer blushed and held up a hand. Before she could protest any further however, Eric hugged her and grinned. “You’ll do fine, honey!” He kissed her on the cheek. “Show her what you’re made of.”
Jennifer grinned with more certainty than she felt and allowed the blonde, Donna, to lead her onto the big square rug in the center of the room where the men had wrestled just minutes before. The crowd once again parted, clearing a space for them, and she found herself standing, facing Donna, six feet away.
The blonde obviously noticed her uncertainty. “Better take off your shoes, honey,” she advised with a smile.
Jennifer put her hand on Eric’s shoulder for support as she bent, lifted one knee and slipped off her black patent leather pumps. When she lifted her head again she was shocked to see Donna handing her dress to another woman standing nearby. She turned back to Jennifer, now dressed only in bright red panties, hold-up stockings and a black silk camisole. She too had discarded her shoes.
Eyes wide, Jennifer shook her head. “I can’t…” She looked from Donna to Eric and back again. “I don’t…”
“Don’t worry honey, you don’t have to undress,” laughed Donna. “I just figured my dress would ride up anyway so I decided to take it off rather than risk tearing it.” She nodded to Jennifer. “I’d get rid of that jewelry if I were you though. Some nice stuff, and you wouldn’t want to damage it.”
Not knowing what else to do, Jennifer obeyed, unhooking her pearl necklace from around her throat. She handed it to Eric and, somewhat in a daze, turned her head to one side, then the other, her dark brown curls sweeping across her shoulders as she removed her matching earrings. She could not quite believe she was about to wrestle another woman in public, in front of a bunch of friends and Eric’s business associates. It was certainly not something she wanted to do, but how could she back down? She would be a laughing stock and besides, she had seen the look in her husband’s eyes. Eric wanted to see her wrestle, wanted to see her prove her strength and determination against another woman. If she was honest with herself, the prospect did in fact excite her a little.
In her stocking feet, she stepped back onto the rug and stood there again, unsure what to do next. Donna beckoned her forward. “Now you saw the guys do it, and we’ll use the same rules. No punches, kicks or knees…only holds. We wrestle until one of us gives in. Okay?”
Jennifer’s voice sounded like someone else’s as she said, “Okay.”
“Now…c’mere.” Donna motioned Jennifer forward again. “We start like this.” She put her right hand behind Jennifer’s neck, pulling Jennifer toward her. Awkwardly, Jennifer did the same and grasped Donna’s elbow as Donna did to hers, their heads almost on one another’s shoulders. Jennifer felt uncomfortable in this oddly intimate embrace, as though she was dancing with the blonde.
“Somebody give us a count of three!” said Donna loudly.
Jennifer heard a woman’s voice call out. “One…two…THREE!” She felt Donna begin to push hard against her and instinctively pushed back, not knowing what else to do. She struggled to get a decent grip on the rug, shifting her feet to brace herself better. She felt the blonde’s breasts, slightly larger than her own, pressing against her, and the little pearl buttons on her sweater digging into her chest.
Donna was like a rock, straining against her, trying to force her back. The crowd back to cheer; most of them, to her embarrassment, for the blonde. “Come on, Donna! Show her who’s boss!” The woman was obviously some sort of crowd favorite, at least to some of the party-goers.
Stung, Jennifer pushed harder with her legs, feeling the exertion in the backs of her thighs and her butt. She felt the blonde give a little, her left shoulder sliding back as she began to weaken. With a grin to herself, she twisted her torso slightly to drive her own right shoulder forward, pushing her opponent back. She was unsure what she was going to do after that. She was making this up as she went along.
She felt Donna give way suddenly, sending her lunging forward, and shoved her foot out to prevent herself from over-balancing. Too late she realized she had been duped as the blonde spun to her right, grabbed Jennifer’s left arm and carried on around, bringing herself behind Jennifer with Jennifer’s arm bent uncomfortably up behind her back. The crowd cheered and someone called out “That’s it, DJ! Take her down!”
Jennifer felt a surge of anger. Why did they want this woman to win? Why was nobody cheering for her…not even Eric? She glanced at him but saw only excitement and encouragement in his eyes. As he met her gaze he called, “Come on Jennifer! Don’t let her beat you this easy!”
She was unsure whether that was really encouragement or not, but she managed to twist herself to the left and free her arm, though the effort sent pain shooting through her shoulder. Before she could turn to face Donna however, the blonde got both arms around her waist, just beneath her ribs, her clasped hands squeezing hard into Jennifer’s solar plexus. Jennifer jerked herself from side to side, grabbing Donna’s arms and trying to pry her loose but Donna held on tight, heaving Jennifer into the air and shaking her back and forth before dropping her onto her feet once more. The woman’s size and build were deceptive; she was surprisingly strong.
Jennifer felt Donna squeeze her harder and bend her knees for another lift. She threw herself to the right, trying to break the blonde’s hold, angry and embarrassed at being tossed around like a rag doll. As Donna lifted her however, the sudden shift of weight overbalanced them and they both crashed to the floor on their sides Jennifer’s belly already hurt from the way Donna’s hands had dug into her, and the jarring impact now knocked the wind out of her and sent a jolt of pain up and down her right side. She was going to regret this in the morning. Hell, she regretted it right now.
Donna recovered before Jennifer did, and threw a leg across Jennifer’s body, scrambling to get atop her where she could use her weight to pin Jennifer down. Knowing she would not have the strength to get Donna off her, Jennifer shoved her hand into the woman’s chest and pushed hard, twisting her hips and flipping Donna onto her side. The blonde clutched at Jennifer’s arm however, pulling her over too, and they rolled over on the rug, bodies pressed together, legs entwined.
The blonde wound up on top and pushed herself up onto her knees, shuffling quickly forward to try and pin Jennifer’s arms. Jennifer tried to scoot herself backward but her feet could not find a purchase on the rug. Almost without thinking, she reached her hands down, grabbed Donna’s thighs and pulled upward, sliding herself down between her opponent’s legs. She felt her sweater ride up and the rough pile of the rug abrade the skin of her lower back, but ignored it in her eagerness to get away.
Her head level with the blonde’s crotch, she hunched her shoulders and shoved with her elbow to roll to her right and clear of Donna’s legs. She almost made it, but at the last minute Donna rolled to her right, behind Jennifer, and her stocking-clad thighs clamped down tight on Jennifer’s neck, trapping her head.
Jennifer’s eyes bulged at the sudden pressure and she threw herself to the left, her hands flying up to grab Donna’s knees, trying to break the hold. The violent motion sent pain stabbing through Jennifer’s neck and shoulders, and she quickly abandoned that approach to breaking herself free. The attempt had allowed Donna to straighten her legs however, and now she crossed her ankles, locking Jennifer firmly in place. The cheers of the already boisterous crowd grew louder.
Snaking her hand between Donna’s knees, Jennifer tried to twist her shoulders so that she could use her arm to lever the woman’s legs apart but Donna clenched her legs more tightly and the movement only wrenched Jennifer’s already aching neck. She began to feel the pulse of her blood in her throat, squeezed by the blonde’s deceptively powerful thighs.
Every time Jennifer struggled, Donna’s stockings scraped roughly at the soft skin of her neck. She tried harder, pushing upward with her arms, trying to wriggled her head out from between the other woman’s legs but though she managed a little progress, Donna’s grip on her neck was implacable and she felt as though her skull was being crushed.
She tried to reach behind her, perhaps get a grip on Donna and force her to let go but agony exploded in her neck with the slightest movement. She moaned in pain, frustration and embarrassment. How had she let herself be talked into this?
Her moan turned into a loud cry as Donna reached down, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Nobody had mentioned hair pulling!!! She growled in anger, gritting her teeth against the pain. “Got you now, honey!” laughed Donna mockingly.
Jennifer’s feet kicked wildly, trying to gain a grip on the rug, trying to twist herself onto her knees. She felt one of her black knee-high stockings flapping in the air as she fought for purchase, and she groaned in anger and shame as somebody laughed loudly.
The blood was pounding in her ears now, and she could feel her face growing redder and redder. Her head began to ache from the pressure, and her neck felt like it was being sandpapered. She felt her throat begin to swell, and gasped for breath in growing alarm, straining desperately now to get Donna’s crushing thighs off her neck. She heard someone in the crowd yell, “Destroy her, DJ!”
She realized she had her eyes closed, squeezing them tight shut as tears of pain and panic coursed down her cheeks. She opened them and though her tears, saw Eric watching her, his face a strange mixture of concern and excitement. She pulled with all her strength on Donna’s knees but could not break her relentless grip and as she let go with a first whimper of despair, the blonde clenched her muscular legs even tighter. Jennifer cried out in pain and several people in the crowd cheered. Somebody even yelled, “Rip the bitch’s head off!” The level of bloodlust in that voice chilled Jennifer. This was a party of respectable, educated people and here was somebody yelling for her blood like the audience at some sort of Roman gladiatorial contest.
Jennifer fought against her mounting panic, trying to reason with herself. This woman wouldn’t – couldn’t – really tear her head off. Could she? Surely not. But what could she do? What might she do, spurred on by the cheers of the crowd? She shoved both her wrists between Donna’s knees and tried to pry them apart, to no avail. She was growing weaker by the moment, light-headed as she struggled to breathe.
She heard Eric’s voice. “That’s enough. Somebody should stop this!” He paused and then repeated, his voice louder. “Why doesn’t somebody stop this?”
In her mind Jennifer screamed at him. Why don’t YOU stop it, Eric? Why don’t YOU help me? In reality, it was all she could do to keep breathing and stay conscious. Her legs still scrambled weakly on the rug, and she felt the errant knee-high fly off her foot entirely.
“Not until she submits!” laughed Donna, though her voice was strained with the effort she was putting into her crushing hold.
“You’ve won!” pleaded Eric. “Let her go!” There were a few cries of protest and “boo!” from the onlookers. No doubt they really did want to see Jennifer bleed, to see her punished and humiliated, her face beet red, her clothes disheveled, being slowly strangled between this sadistic bitch’s thighs.
“No way! She has to say it herself, not have her hubby do it for her!” Donna yanked hard on Jennifer’s hair again. “How about it honey? Ready to call it quits yet?” She let go and grunted with the sudden effort as she forced her thighs even tighter together, almost cutting off Jennifer’s air supply completely.
Helpless rage boiled up inside Jennifer. She wanted to show this arrogant, cocky little blonde bitch exactly who the better woman was, but then an annoying, unwelcome voice of reason inside her head told her that the matter had already been decided, at least for tonight. She let out a strangled sob of frustration and pounded the floor with her fist. “All right!” she cried, “You win! I give up!” but the words came out as a husky, gasping whisper, barely audible.
“What was that?” taunted Donna. “What did you say?” She eased the pressure on Jennifer’s neck minutely.
“I give up!!!” repeated Jennifer, tears of humiliation running down her cheeks, smearing her makeup. The effort of making her voice merely audible was like needles spearing into her throat. “Stop it!” She sobbed. “Please!!!”
“I’m sorry, I don’t think everyone heard you!” said Donna loudly, as several of the audience laughed. “Come on, say it again, nice and loud!”
Jennifer took a deep, painful breath, her neck and throat on fire, her head pounding abominably. “I give in! Enough….please!!! Stop it, now!” She dissolved into tears, looking at the faces watching her, a few sympathetic, some scornful, most merely amused. They had stood by and watched her be demolished, her dignity crushed just like her throat had almost been.
Donna unlocked her ankles and swung her left leg over Jennifer’s head, rolling away to her knees and standing up. She did not even speak to Jennifer, who say whimpering, gasping on the rug, but walked away, accepting a drink from one of the men and downing it in one gulp before slipping back into her dress.
*****
Much later, on the way home in the car, Jennifer sat staring out of the window into the passing darkness. Eric had insisted on taking her to the emergency room to have a doctor tend to the swelling in her throat and the burst capillaries in her neck where Donna had crushed her. She did not have the strength or the spirit to resist, though all she really wanted to do was to go home and sleep. She suspected that Eric’s over-attentiveness was an attempt to make up for not doing anything to help stop the fight. His voice still echoed in her mind. Why doesn’t somebody stop this? Why hadn’t HE stopped it? Or had he not really wanted to? Could it be that he had enjoyed seeing her humiliated in front of their friends and his colleagues?
She wanted to ask him, “How would you feel if it were you? How would you feel if you’d just been embarrassed in front of everyone like that? How would you feel if I’d stood there and done nothing – just stood there and watched?” But she said nothing, and merely wished with all her heart that he could somehow understand the way she felt.
THE END
