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What was the matter with Todd? He had this self-destructive habit of talking himself into a fight, and then losing it – to a woman. He had a record as disastrous as Edgar’s, also of these galleries. It makes you wonder if the two of them ever met up and swapped stories. What a depressing occasion that must have been!
So here we have Todd, fresh from defeat to his ex-girlfriend, Nicole, on a Friday evening (gallery 788), committed to facing his boss, Hyuna, on the Saturday evening. This time it was to be wrestling, to be decided by falls and submissions, and it was to take place on the same beach as Friday’s fight. The fact is that the day after agreeing to fight Nicole, Todd had made Hyuna so angry that she had told him either to shape up, or she would shape him up.
“Is that a challenge?” he asked.
“Yes. I can’t afford to lose you, and you know it. But you always want to argue about everything, and I’m sick of it! So either behave yourself, or I’ll make you behave.”
“You’ll have to make me,” he answered, with an infuriating smirk.
“Fine. Friday night for a ‘brawl on the beach’.”
“Can’t,” he laughed. “I’m fighting Nicole that night. Make it Saturday?”
“Done,” Hyuna confirmed, “And we’ll get someone to film it.”
“Haniko’s going to film my Friday fight. She’ll enjoy doing it again, I’m sure.”
“Good. So next week you’ll do as you’re told at work, and you’ll make me a coffee whenever I want one.”
“And if I win?”
The tension gradually built up during the warmup exercises, with the obligatory exchange of threats and assertions. But there was something ominous about the way Hyuna glared at Todd that he couldn’t match. Perhaps her tight, shiny black leotard, reflecting the sun and the surf, added to her daunting appearance, which was a heady combination of beauty and threat. Certainly Haniko had a thrill of excitement, anticipating the punishment she was about to mete out.
Todd attacked, to put an end to her psychological dominance. He considered his strike to be a right hook; but the ease with which Hyuna avoided it, laughing as she did so, made it look like a slow, clumsy, haymaker. But she didn’t laugh for long. She meant to assert herself from the start, and seized Todd’s hands to lock up.
They stood, feet firmly braced in the sand, each applying a little more pressure and responding to the growing force of the other. Haniko watched, fascinated. Each one’s right arm inched forward, while their left arm “gave” very slowly; and the right leg was confidently planted in the sand, while the left looked unstable by contrast. But that stare of Hyuna’s, made more fearsome by the crashing of the waves breaking behind her, began to trouble Todd. He noticed his hands and wrists ached from the effort. She was strong, he had to admit to himself. Had she got the measure of his right hand now, as well as his left? She had, and he found himself giving ground.
The woman inexorably forced the man down, until he was on one knee. She gleefully announced that she was winning, calling him “bitch” for good measure. She radiated dominance. Her strength seemed to grow while his waned, which she eagerly commented on. She had a powerful grip of both his wrists now, and drove him down further, so that he was on both knees. Pain and defeat were imprinted on his face.
At last Hyuna released his wrists. He thankfully knelt on the sand, shaking from the intense pressure and effort. But she was in no mood to relax, demanding he “get up and fight, bitch”. To his dismay, it was another lock up. But it was brief. Hyuna was keen to get a result, and she surprised him by letting go of his right wrist, and charging at his neck and throat with her left arm hooked. He was in a choke hold, while she still held his left wrist securely.
Her supple, toned left leg pushed against the back of his right leg, while her choke bore him backwards. Then downwards. She had taken him down, tripped him up. He was on his back on the sand while she lay across him, his neck trapped in the crook of her left arm and `his left arm locked in her thighs. Todd struggled to breathe, while all the time she seemed to smile lazily down into his face, teasing him by pushing her pliant left breast against his chin.
In a vain effort to escape her choke, he tried to arch his back. Irritated more than anything else, Hyuna whipped him onto his front, and straddled him. “Bad decision, bitch,” she told him, pushing his face in the sand, and twisting his left arm behind his back. He – in particular, his arm – was at her mercy. She bent it as she chose, alternately heaving it so that he cried out, then easing off just a little, playing with him.
Hyuna swung them both 180 degrees, so that she lay underneath him. She maintained the choke, so that the hold resembled an anaconda or a black widow. Whatever, it worked! When she demanded Todd submit, he eagerly assented, begging her to stop.
“Hyuna 1, loser bitch Todd 0,” she declared, celebrating her success and standing over him still lying prone on the sand.
Todd got up, grimly hoping to even the score. They circled warily, then he rushed at her, head down. In a surprising display of athleticism, she jumped over him, so that he looked ridiculous, still running for nothing. But he had given her an idea. When she was close enough, she pounced, bull rushing him and taking him down. Working him round to his front, she got him in a headlock, occasionally offering a commentary on how easy it all was for her.
Haniko sighed with pleasure as she watched the strong female wrestler bending and twisting her male opponent to her will, manipulating and moulding him as if he were a piece of clay. All the time his neck and throat were trapped in the crook of her left arm, now in a rear naked choke, with Hyuna lying above him. She ratcheted up the pressure of her strong arm, and he began to gasp (as much as he could, anyway). Sensing he was close to collapse, she told him:
“I got you, and you better tap, bitch.”
Grateful for the opportunity, Todd immediately submitted. She maintained the hold a few moments longer, then released him, and celebrated her second win, announcing it in the same way as before.
You have to say this for Todd: he didn’t give up easily. No, he was up again, taking up a stance (though looking rather battered by now), and ready for the third set. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t all about the stance, and Hyuna wrecked the impressive picture before the paint was dry. Her speed seemingly enhanced by the progress of the fight, she dropped to one knee and rugby tackled him down.
Obviously thinking several moves ahead - once Haniko could catch up with the fast-moving action - Hyuna had Todd lying above her on his back. With her arms locking his neck, her legs hooked over his legs, and the way she was pushing upwards into his stomach while holding him back by the legs and neck, there were elements of choke, black widow, anaconda and back breaker to her hold.
That was enough multi-tasking for a bit, she decided some moments later. She slid him downwards until his head and neck nestled nicely (depending on your point of view, of course) between her thighs. Then she squeezed, and the good old reliable head scissor did its work. Her thighs were even stronger than her arms, and she exploited those twin glories, entrapping his neck, to give her the third win. Moving onto her side so she could look, grinning, into his face, she demanded: “Submit”.
She had scarcely finished her one-word sentence before he submitted, begging her to let him go. But no: she had him where she wanted him, and the power felt good. She was the boss, and he was going to know it every moment of every day from now on.
“Say it one more time,” she insisted.
He said it twice, to make sure. Anything so that he could breathe again, before he passed out. Yet STILL she kept the pressure up, wallowing in his discomfort. When at last she did relinquish the hold, he flopped thankfully, miserably, onto his front. He scarcely noticed her foot on his head, nor heard her announce her third win. It went over his head (literally as well as metaphorically) that she now referred to him as “Loser weak ass pussy bitch Todd”.
He only started to take notice when she did a strange sort of dance “like some third-rate amateur actress,” he thought to himself, while wisely choosing not to say it out loud. Resigned, he struggled up again and raised his fists for another round.
“I told you I was going to humiliate you, and I have,” Hyuna told him with her fists raised, looking confident, alert, and dangerous.
Her look promised further humiliation, and it came with a bearhug. She whisked Todd off his feet and had him dangling helplessly at her mercy. With her feet and legs expertly braced to take the physical stress, she applied the pressure and began to squeeze. It was a form of body scissor actually, and especially embarrassing for a man to be trapped in this way by a woman. He shouted in pain as the contraction of his ribs began to bite. But she interrupted him mid-shout, plunged him onto his back and dived on him, securing him in a grapevine.
“Have I humiliated you?” Hyuna asked, staring into his eyes with her hands clamped tightly on his wrists. Todd didn’t answer, and his futile attempts at resistance made her smile.
“Have I humiliated you?” she asked again. He still didn’t answer.
She moved up his body until she was sitting on his face, then asked a third time.
“Yes, you have,” came a reply, muffled amid the folds of her flesh. Then: “Please, I submit to you.” After which: “You are too much for me.”
It was total, abject surrender. Todd went on to promise to do whatever she wanted at work, and never to argue again. If he did, she told him, still suffocating him intimately, she would beat him up in front of the entire staff. He believed her.
Hyuna eschewed her previous style of victory pose. Instead she knelt astride him with her right fist raised, counted to three and stated she thought Todd had learnt his lesson. Next it was to six, when she declared she thought he would be her bitch at work. At nine, she emphasised that she was the boss. At ten, she stated the obvious: “You are defeated.” But then came the dreaded, “I want your shorts off NOW.”
Dreaded for two reasons. Firstly, it would betray a “defeat boner”; and secondly because it meant the almost traditional woman’s knee to the balls. So after obediently kissing her foot, he despairingly removed his shorts. Haniko moved closer with the camera and yes, there was the anticipated erection. Hyuna laughed, pointing at him, before observing the unofficial ritual, and slamming her knee into his balls. The familiar feeling of nausea, brought on by intense pain, and reminiscent of so many defeats, travelled in waves to Todd’s stomach from his groin.
But it wasn’t the end of the fight. When Todd lurched forward after her ball bust, she hooked one leg over his neck and brought him down with a flying head scissor. They landed as she planned, with him on his back and her above, facing in opposite directions – the classic “69” position. The boundary between mixed wrestling and sex was abandoned as she lowered her sex onto his face, and took his cock in her hand. While she engulfed his face with her womanhood, she gave him a reminder of the strength of her wrists on his penis.
Hyuna relinquished her grip for some moments, wallowing in the pleasure Todd’s mouth was giving her. Then she set to with a will on his manhood, one hand moving up and down, the other cupping his balls. She looked down and smiled, as if inspecting the damage her knee had so recently caused. Seemingly satisfied, she sat up, but still on his face, and continued the movement of one hand on his cock, enticing him towards orgasm.
“Why couldn’t we do this without having to fight first?” thought Todd, delighting in the pleasure her knowing hand was giving him. He was torn between two desires: one, he wanted to orgasm; but two, he wanted the sensations (thousands of them) never to end. But there could only be one conclusion. When it arrived, he shuddered with each ejaculation, then at last relaxed. In every way, it was another submission.
But he couldn’t relax for long – his victor had not yet had her pleasure! She began to moan and gyrate on his face. Todd grabbed her lovely buttocks to encourage himself to greater effort (he knew he had better please her), and applied his mouth as enthusiastically as she had recently applied her hand.
Hyuna couldn’t keep still. She seemed to love every position, while determined to explore more. She moved round, stretched out, and luxuriated in the sensations. Then at last, with her hands clenching the sand, she shouted in pleasure. She savoured the extreme pleasure for several moments, before eventually sighing and then standing up. She placed a foot on Todd’s face, and raised both fists in victory.
Haniko came over and congratulated her, before raising her hand and announcing, “The winner by a score of four falls to zero.” (“Plus a fifth submission,” thought an exhausted Todd, still lying on the sand.)
The two women left him where he was, and walked merrily away, hand in hand.