Hey all,
I have a few short stories but have always been to shy to share them, considering the quality of some of the ones I have read. I thought I would share one with you here and see whether people enjoyed it. Be gentle, its my first time! Hope you enjoy!
This was it. People may have thought Jackie did this for the money, and although that’s a significant factor, it was never truly about that. She had always been sporty and competitive, so this secret college society, where girls could register to wrestle and fight seemed perfect. At first she had been reticent. She had been learning Judo and a friend had suggested that she consider it. Most the girls who did it didn’t have half the professionalism or training that she did, so the chances of her losing would be slim, and besides, you got £500 for a win, plus a discretionary sum of money for humiliating your opponent. Jackie could clean up finanacially as well as test herself against other women her own age.
After considering it for some time, but not getting back to the organisers, she was invited to a fight after registering her interest. The atmosphere was dark and dank, but two girls had slugged it out in a makeshift cage and it was clear both of them, although full of enthusiasm, really didn’t have any technique. Jackie thought that if she needed to, she could handle either of the two competitors in the cage. The big issue was whether she could hurt someone else. As she watched the blonde girl power a fist into the face of her already beaten brunette adversary she cringed. She just couldn’t do that. Was this right for her...she could always stick to the judo after all.
She had doubts but….If she were to win, she wouldn’t have to be so brutal. She had no problem stripping or humiliating another woman, and that’s where the money came from. There was something about the atmosphere, the competition, the…buzz. There was something drawing her to the idea, so as soon as she got home, she emailed and confirmed she would like to take part. She would not be brutal, but would make sure she fulfilled the humiliation side of the bargain.
It took two days before a reply popped up in her inbox along with her opponent. She opened the jpeg attachment and there, staring her in the face was a blonde girl. She looked like the kind of girl that has been popular all her life in high school. A mixture of fake tan, good looks and a bitchy demeanour. Jackie smiled, this was pretty much her perfect opponent. She didn’t look muscular or strong, and this would be a nice way to prove herself in her first match. The name on the email was Taylor the ex-cheerleader.
A few days had passed where Jackie had thought of little else, now the time was here. The changing room was dark, and pretty smelly. Hardly the glitz and glamour of MMA fights, but everyone has to start somewhere. She pulled her hair back into a pony tail, she must have redone her hair at least 5 times already. A combination of her perfectionist nature, and a nervous tic. The short, tight T shirt, tight shorts were hugging her body nicely but gave her freedom to move as she wanted. There was no backing out now, this was going to happen. The door swings open “You’re on Jackie.”
The noise from the basement filled her previously serene but filthy changing room as she nodded. A deep breath and she walked out towards the cage. The noise felt ear shattering even though she knew it was just her heightened sense of emotion and nerves. Her eyes were focused on the cage as she walked purposefully into it. Then her opponent was announced. She saw her in the body for the first time, wearing a sports bra and skirt, and playing to the crowd…’Damn’ thought Jackie ‘Why didn’t I think of that’ The crowd cheered her as she got into the cage, and still hadn’t even paid Jackie the courtesy of acknowledging her as she waved and blew kisses as if this were the WWE.
A quick run through of the rules before the organiser exited. Essentially there was no eye gouging, and if one girl was knocked out the other had to stop immediately, same if she tapped. There would be NO hospitalising of opponents, and if you broke any bones the fight would be called off. The organiser left the cage, and then it was just the two of them, as well as the assembled crowd, all wanting a decisive victory, not caring for who. Jackie backed off as a makeshift bell rang. The cage felt much smaller than it looked the previous month. Her eyes were trained on Taylor, taller, leaner but certainly not stronger. The glint of her belly button piercing catching Jackie’s eye.
“Hey newbie” smiled Taylor “It will be such a shame to bust that pretty little face”. The crowd cheered and Jackie for a second looked uncertain…’is she for real’ she thought ‘is this part of the game’. “YEAH…well I’d like to see you try BITCH” Not the most creative put down she had ever thought of, but she had no time to think. Taylor came in quickly swinging a hard right handed punch towards her face. It was so obvious though Jackie could easily duck down and grab Taylor’s arm. Her Judo training kicked in instinctively as she ducked, and used Taylor’s momentum against her, pulling her arm, and her body over Jackie’s shoulder and slamming her to her back. Flipping her over her body within the first attack. Thats gotta look good!
The crowd all cheered Jackie's technique, sensing a one sided beatdown on their hands, and a smile crept over her lips. Still holding Taylor’s arm, even as she was picking herself up to her knees. She stepped over Taylor’s trapped right arm, so that her shoulder pushed firmly against her crotch. Jackie pulled up hard on the captive arm as Taylor screamed in pain. This was exactly as she had imagined this would go. Taylor was just an amateur without any training, and no amount of attitude could mask the fact she was just in a different league. She pulled on that arm, the rest of poor Taylor on her hands and knees behind Jackie. Jackie knew she could get a submission if she wanted to, but also, she heard the scream and didn’t want to accidentally damage Taylor’s arm. “Not so chatty now” she hissed before throwing the arm down and backing away, getting herself ready to resume hostilities.
Taylor looked frustrated as she got to her feet and rotated her pained arm. This newbie was supposed to be nothing but an easy stroll for her. She would pay for that, and pay now! Taylor once again lurched in, ducking her shoulder and aiming it straight for Jackie’s midriff, wanting to tackle her down. Jackie watched her carefully and saw this coming again. She steadied herself and as Taylor hit, she took a couple of steps back to limit the power of the charge. She folded over her, wrapping her arms just under Taylor’s breasts, using the grip to contain her aggressive firecracker of an opponent. Once she had drawn out the momentum, she started to really put pressure on Taylors ribs, squeezing hard, and putting all her energy into crushing her blonde adversary. Taylor was bent double, with Jackie's body bent over her, Jackie's face by the small of Taylor's back
Taylor was flagging, the power of Jackie’s improvised bear hug was strangling, and her legs were beginning to fold. Jackie could sense this and quickly fell to her side, keeping Taylor trapped. Now though, they were on their sides, Jackie slipped her legs around Taylor’s head. Jackie herself was facing Taylor’s pert rear end, but that just added to the fun as she used her legs now to crush Taylor’s pretty little head. She was sure the bear hug combined with the scissor would get the submission she wanted. It was a doubly painful hold, and stopped Taylor attacking. This time Jackie had no intention of letting go.
Taylor was straining, but not showing the slightest hint she had the ability to escape. Jackie just kept the hold on, crushing her head and chest in her limbs. This was a slow, seductive crushing of another woman and Jackie couldn’t help but feel slightly excited by the prospect of finishing her. The longer she kept her wrapped up, the weaker Taylor would get, and Taylor was really panicking now, struggling and squirming but with no purpose. Jackie almost felt guilty for the strain she was putting her under “no submission….come on…give in” Jackie said, with her tone laced with frustration. She didn’t WANT to hurt her. Why didn’t Taylor realise she was outmatched!
Jackie couldn’t carry on, she was concerned she would do real damage. She released Taylor and quickly rolled her on her back, straddling her. Taylor looked confused and pained, and it was easy for Jackie to pin her wrists over her head. The crowd were cheering for Jackie to finish her, and Taylors struggles were frantic but no danger at all to Jackie, who sat her full weight on Taylor’s chest, looking down as she pinned her “how about now…do you give now?” Jackie asked with a smile, but Taylor shook her head again. Why wouldn't this bitch just GIVE IN! Jackie screamed to herself in her head.
Jackie was getting desperate now. She wanted to finish Taylor off, but she didn’t want to actually hurt her. She shuffled forward and pinned Taylor’s biceps under her knees. This freed up her hands. Jackie raised a fist, as if she were ready to go for the knockout blow. Taylor grimached and turned her head. Of course this would do nothing. A hard crack across the jaw would be just as effective and the crowd were all baying for the finish. “Last chance to give in” Jackie said, almost hopefully. “Screw you BITCH” Taylor screamed up, a hint of fear in her voice. Jackie turned to the organiser…as if to motion…stop this she is done. To check whether this was enough and he would intervene. She still didn’t want to deliver the knockout punch, but within seconds, the choice was no longer hers.
All it took was her taking her eye off the ball for a second and Taylor wrestled an arm free. She quickly reached up and grabbed a grubby handful of Jackie’s left breast through her top, Jackie screeched in pain, although more of it was shock. The padding on the bra protected her, but her instinct was to lean back, and that gave Taylor the chance and space she needed to slam her hips up and throw Jackie right off her. Jackie fell hard to the left and went to roll away, but Taylor, like a hellcat was on her, straddling her back and trapping Jackie on her front.
Jackie felt her head being pulled back by her pony tail, the same one she had spent so log perfecting. With her head raised from the canvas the next thing she felt was a hard thud on her jaw. There was no time even to moan as another one came in hard a second afterwards. Taylor was simply controlling a shocked Jackie by the hair with her left hand and thumping her face with her stronger right fist. It took until the third hit that Jackie started bucking and writhing, trying to throw this crazy bitch off her. The blows were hard though. Jackie had never been punched in the face and it hurt. The shock was just body freezing and she couldn’t react quick enough. She wanted to react her her body was in lockdown, shock lockdown.
Taylor changed tact, grabbing Jackie’s hair in both hands and then ploughing her face into the canvas, before lifting it again, and repeating the act. Jackie’s face slammed into the canvas hard and she was beginning to get punch drunk and disorientated. Where she had real problems hurting Taylor, the feeling was far from mutual. Jackie was barely fighting back after the second slam and Taylor pushed up to her knees to turn the stricken Jackie onto her back. Jackie looked completely vacant, as if someone had removed her batteries.
She didn’t even need to pin her arms. Jackie’s arms were over her head. Her brain was still trying to comprehend what was happening, still rattling from the blows to the head and her face felt numb from the brutal slam. The crowd were baying for a finish just like they had been when Jackie was on top, but the crucial difference was that Taylor had the killer instinct. She lifted her fist and powered it down, cracking against Jackie’s chin. Jackie saw it coming, but it was almost like slow motion, and she couldn’t get her arms in the way in time. That was the last vision she had. Her eyes rolled back and her legs fell still. Taylor rained down another two punches before realising that Jackie was out cold and not even attempting to defend herself.
about 30 seconds later, feeling the warm sticky air against her skin. Jackie looked down and started to sit herself up. She was just in her underwear and the crowd were all chanting Taylor’s name. She knew where she was, but wasn;t sure if this was the end...Where was Taylor? Had she been escorted out? Taylor was behind her. Suddenly she felt her arms pulled backwards, and a foot against her spine. Her arms were dragged back painfully as her chest thrust out towards the ropes thanks to Taylor's foot “Do you think we could make these cutesy little nipples pop free” asked Taylor innocently as she pushed so hard with her foot that she made the answer obvious. Jackie’s nipples soon raised above the cups of the cheap and functional bra and the crowd alerted Taylor to the new development “Nice…..all extra money for me, you will be my cash cow."
Taylor released Jackie’s arms and then unclipped her bra from behind her. She quickly tore into it, grabbing the underwire and pulling it free from the lacy material “Now Jackie…you really need to work on your trash talk if you want to continue here” she started….”but for now, I think you need to stay VERY quiet. With that she reached round and stuffed the lacy side of the bra into poor Jackie’s mouth, gagging her “the second you drop that, your face will be my punching bag…understand SLUT” Taylor hissed, and Jackie meekly nodded. She didn’t want to ever go back to that feeling, that fear that Taylor could bludgeon her asleep with her fists. The punches had affected her mentally as much as physically.
Taylor had not forgotten about the underwire. She looped it around Jackie’s body and then around her bare chest, around the centre of her plump breasts, just underneath her nipples. She pulled back hard. Jackie had felt her underwire digging into her before but this was very different. Her breasts bulged either side of the metal and she squealed “stop STOP”. The metal grinding itself against her bare flesh agonisingly. Taylor knew the rules and as much as this looked good, stopped immediately, but she was still entitled to go for a KO. She simply slid the wire higher, around Jackie’s throat. She pulled back and Jackie’s arms groped for thin air, all the while her own bra stuffed in her mouth, smothering the screams. Her arms waved increasingly wildly as her face started to look very flushed, going from pink to red
Being choked by her own underwire, Jackie’s pawing at the air soon stopped, and just before she passed out Taylor also stopped, discarding the wire to her right. The crowd all get restless…what’s happening? Why isn’t she knocking her out? Jackie herself, even through her own prism of pain is trying to work out how she is still awake, but her consciousness is only temporary. Jackie is hauled onto her back, and Taylor stands up “It’s time for what will be…after this match, my trademark finish. Taylor then lowered herself over Jackie’s face, as if he were doing the splits. She shows her own flexibility by splitting her legs, with her crotch pinning Jackie’s pretty features. Its a standard gymnast or cheerleader move, but rarely perfomred over another girls head.
Jackie can’t breathe, and with more energy could easily escape this, but she doesn’t have more energy. She can feel, she can sense Taylor’s crotch and the sensation is just horrible, just as bad as the punches and it’s not long before her eyes close, smothered out by her flexible ex cheerleader opponent. Taylor smiles “give me B, give me a I, give me a T, give me a C, give me a H…….BITCH..That’s right…Jackie’s is my little bitch." She bounces the splits a little, bouncing her womanhood on Jackie’s passed out face before the organiser comes in..”You have the full amount” he whispers to her, and Taylor, satisfied with her money, gets up. Taylor poses, her foot over Jackie’s bare chest, between her full natural breasts. The organiser then brings in the medics to wake Jackie and check both fighters for injuries. Minutes later, even while being treated in the changing room where this first started, Jackie realises what a terrible mistake she made. She won’t wrestle again, retired after one bout. The secret will stay with her forever, as will her fear of ex cheerleaders.
