Chapter Ten

 

Except for the tall vaulting horse covered in worn brown leather, the gymnasium had been cleared of its usual equipment to allow the wrestling ring to be erected for Reneti’s match against the gym instructress.

As Reneti was led into the ring his lips were moving soundlessly. It was clear he was both terrified and respectful of his opponent. His oiled body quivered under the spotlights which shone down from the high ceiling. The bulge in the crotch of his tight boxer shorts showed he had not been allowed the protection of a ‘box’. A heavily-built man, Reneti’s genitalia hung prominently.

His nervous eyes darted from one corner of the ring to the other as he awaited the arrival of the gym instructress. Sweat poured from him profusely. Tonight was the opening match of the series.

A spotlight swung towards the entrance to the hall as a hefty woman wearing a towelling robe entered.

She climbed through the ropes and said something to the referee, herself a well-muscled woman.

‘Founder - Dominatrices - slaves!’ the referee announced. ‘Tonight we have a wrestling match between our gym instructress and the slave, Reneti. The loser will become the personal property of the winner. It is a fight until one or the other surrenders. Nothing is barred. ’

The bell struck.

The instructress immediately took a flying kick at Reneti who had not even taken up his ‘On guard’ position.

The kick caught his chin, felling him. Like a flash of lightning, the instructress picked him up and smacked both his cheeks in rapid succession, sending him spinning him across the ring. Without allowing him time to recover, she grabbed his prominent willy. Squeezing and tugging at it simultaneously, she lifted him off the canvas with her other hand, swinging him in a circle while he shrieked.

She let go suddenly and Reneti crashed into the ropes. Before he was able to rise, she leapt on him and, to the cheers and laughter of the spectators, pulled his shorts off. Humiliation was to be his lot tonight.

She pulled his now-limp cock into her mouth and started to chew it as though it had been a cucumber. Her strong teeth ground hard on his flesh, making him scream. Without allowing him any chance to surrender, which would have ended the bout, she opened her mouth and pulled the agonized man up from the ground. A yellowish mess oozed from the tip of his penis which was now scored with tooth marks. Then she raised him high above her head, making it look as though she intended to give him an ‘Airplane Whirl’ before throwing him out of the ring. She spun round, his body rigid with fright across her raised palms.

Lunging forward, her foot slipped in the yellow mess on the floor.

Reneti fell to the canvas, his momentum pulling the instructress down at the same time. For a moment both contestants lay there, winded. Before the instructress was able to move, Reneti sprang on her.

He began to twist her arms backwards, clearly seeking to disable her. Her eyes widened. Momentarily, a look of fear crossed her face.

Grasping both of her wrists in one of his large hands, he ripped her vest away, exposing her loose breasts. A smile of triumph came over him. Now he would get his revenge for the pain she had inflicted.

Swiftly he bent over her. He took a nipple between his teeth and bit hard. The instructress screamed. Her bosom heaved as she tried to throw him off, but his grip on her wrists tightened.

Fiercely, he jerked her arms backwards again, making her breasts jerk forwards in a reflex action. He tore at the nipple and spat, his mouth seeking the other one.

In a flash, she swung her legs up around his neck in a scissors hold. Her movement was magnificently timed, catching him with his neck outstretched and unprotected.

The audience was spellbound. It was not necessary to understand much about wrestling to know what they were watching was a fight between experts. A fight which would only end when one or the other was either disabled or allowed by the other to surrender.

The woman’s powerful legs were squeezing Reneti’s neck, shifting slightly as they searched for his carotid artery. The muscles in her thighs bulged as she exerted all the pressure she could manage in her effort to block the oxygen supply to his brain, so paralysing him.

Reneti, for his part, was well aware of her intentions. He knew if he were to succeed he had very little time to fight back before he would succumb to her powerful attack.

Taking his teeth out of her second nipple, he pulled his head back between her thighs and snatched at her cache-sex, ripping it away. A groan went up from the audience as his motive became clear.

If he could sink his teeth into her exposed quim, he might be able to chew on her tenderest part, bringing pain no woman could be expected to withstand.

Her animal scent filled his nostrils. He felt her wiry pubic hair roughen his tongue. The pressure on his neck increased still further, strangling him as well as putting him in danger of being paralysed.

His chest heaved as he sucked what little air he could into his lungs. His teeth found her clitoris. Madly he bit as hard as he was able.

The instructress’s frenzied screams rose, but she still did not release her neck-grip.

Both contestants were losing strength. Reneti was beginning to black out from lack of oxygen. The instructress was being tortured by the ruthless way his teeth were tearing her quim.

The need for breath brought a moment of weakness to Reneti, allowing her to pull one wrist free. She tried to grab his thrashing body with her released hand, but it was too weak to hold him. He had managed to pull her right shoulder out of joint when tugging her wrists.

Now they were panting and sweating like two wounded snarling jungle beasts. Reneti knew he had to make one last effort before he became unconscious. For her part, the instructress had to cut off his oxygen supply before he chewed the entrance to her sex, mashing it into a mess of useless flesh. A mess that would no longer enable her to have coitus.

Small animal-like grunts and whimpers came from the pair. At last, Reneti found his target and sank his teeth into their target.

At the same moment, the instructress moved her thighs slightly up his neck. She was rewarded, feeling the frantically beating neck-pulse. Summoning her remaining strength and managing to overcome the excruciating pain in her vagina, she exerted her pressure on his neck still further.

Reneti’s head fell forward. He had passed out. His enormous will-to-win had succumbed to his need for oxygen.

With the last squeeze of her thighs, the instructress felt her opponent’s muscles relax. She knew she had won, although at a price. Never again would she be able to respond to her lover’s sexual attentions.

However, her honour had been vindicated. She had obeyed Lashley and had beaten a man who was three times her weight and strength, who was her equal in determination and cunning.

But in winning she had made a vicious enemy. An enemy who would not hesitate to get his revenge at the right time. In future, she would have to walk carefully, not relaxing for fear of attack coming from behind.