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Old 18-Mar-17, 08:26
Grappler86
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Default The Underground Amazons Club

advice: please take notice that english is not my first language so forgive my mistakes or the not very fluid prose. I know this story is not for every tastes since it touches different taboos (incest, death, etc.) but you know: "To each his own"...

Part 1 - A mother knows best

The Underground Amazons Club was founded in 1998 by Carla Logan, a black belt judo master who was tired of her violent and alcoholic husband; the rules are pretty simple: to join you must be a woman or a girl (not under 16), you have to challenge a male member of your family and you must defeat him. When the woman or the girl interested in joining the club sends a mail to Carla, she personally contacts the man of her family that she indicates (he may be a brother, a husband, a son, uncle, etc…) inviting him to the headquarters of the club for the fight. Usually the surprise is so unexpected that some men can think that it’s an odd way to resolve an issue or to prove something, but it’s unusual that the man refuses to fight cause that would mean just one thing: COWARDICE!
If the man accepts the challenge, a facebook closed group starts to promote the event to the memebers of the club, presenting the 2 challengers. All the female members of the club will attend the match; if the woman loses, she won’t be allowed to join the club. If she wins, a photo of her standing on the defeated opponent in sign of dominance will be taken and hang on the photo wall, and NEVER took off. The men are asked to sign a waiver of responsibility before the fight so that they know that if they lose, a photo will be there to prove their defeat forever. But, once again, the fear of being pointed as a coward is too big for them to refuse, so everybody signs it. ALWAYS. Usually the defeated men come back to their houses with a subdued attitude like they understood the lesson. Only an accident happened in almost 20 years, back in 2009, when a girl of 18 accidentally killed her older brother: she completely dominated him from start to finish, nailing the match with a figure 4 hold. He did not tap out and Carla, a very alert ref 99% of the times, that day did not notice when he stopped moving. When the girl uncrossed her legs from his brother’s neck it was pretty clear that something had happened. The little virago did not understand at first, so she started to claim her triumph pressing her pretty foot on his dead brother’s genitals, while the crowd of amazons cheered at her exceptional performance, culminated with such humiliation. Carla called Joanna from the crowd of amazons, a doctor who joined some months before, and asked her to visit the guy. She checked the heartbeat: no sign. The amazons decided to remain unite: the two had no parents left alive so it was pretty easy to mantain the secret. He could had disappeared in any moment, in any place. The body was burned, the picture with the girl trampling her brother’s manhood was hang between all the others. That would had been their last picture together.

One day in the Underground Amazons Club facebook page a post started to gain attention from all the members of the club: Francesca, a gorgeous and very athletic 43 years old woman of italian heritage, had just challenged her son, Mark, 21 who, of course, accepted.
The day of the match came.
Francesca entered the long corridor where the amazons hang the pictures that proved their victories over the men. There were plenty of that photos! She stopped and pointed to Carla one of them. “I really like this one. They look so young! Are they sister and brother?” “Yes” nodded Carla. “I really love a victory pose like that. Crushing the symbol of the male power…Go, girl! Hey, look at his face! She really put him out for good! Looks like…Dead!” and then burst in a laugh. Carla had smile on her face. “Yes, it was a nice match. That little girl was already a killer at 18. Her brother could not stand a chance against her. If you will be one of us after your match I will tell you more details of that fight. Now, please, come in”.
Francesca reached the fighting room; the amazons were all around the ring, waiting for her to come. A big applause greeted her. At the center of the ring there was Mark, a young stud full of muscles and testosterone, ready to beat the crap out of his mommy. All that he was wearing was a speedo that left few to the imagination of the amazons. Francesca had a pair of shorts and a sports bra.
-“Did you sign your waiver of responsibility, dear?”
-“I did, but you won’t need it, bitch! Cause I will destroy you today!”
To all the women was pretty clear the reason why Francesca chose her son. He needed a lesson.
Carla reached the fighters on the ring and, addressed to the two challengers, she started to say: “Ok the rules are simple: no weapons, no scratch, no bites and…stop!” All the crowd burst in a laugh. “Ready? FIGHT!”.
Mark ran against his mother and took her in a headlock: he was so fast that she could not stop him. He started to look to the crowd of amazons laughing at them but that smile soon left his face. Francesca hit Marks’ abs with a karate blow with her hand, Mark tried to react throwing a punch at her but the punch was intercepted by his experienced mother, who reached his face with a high kick. A loud CRACK was heard in the room, all the women responded with a “hurray!” to that action. Before Mark could study a reaction a second kick hit him in the belly, then she kicked him another time in the face, sending him against the ropes. Francesca quickly ran behind him, climbing up the ropes and getting him in a perfectly executed rear naked choke. All the women started to applaude at her. “This is gonna be over sooner than I thought”, whispered Carla to one of the amazons.
Mark was desperatley trying to get out of that hold, while his mom tightened the grip with her legs crossed around his torso and her amrs around his neck, just like a python squeeze mercyless his prey. His face was starting to look like a blueberry for the intensity of the grip.
Francesca, who always had the knack for the show, uncrossed the legs from his torso and slipped both her toes under the sides of his speedo, pulling it down, stripping her son completely naked in the process. “WWOOOOOAAAHHH!!”, “YUUHUUUU!!”, “GOOOO GIRL!!” could be heard from the crowd betwen the applauses. Mark’s speedo remained twisted around Francesca’s right ankle. She get rid of it with a great kick to the air. The speedo from her ankle took a fly up in the air to be grabbed by Carla, who raised it in the air to show it to the crowd of amazons like it was already a trophy.
Mark, exhausted and humiliated, was still managing to get out from the rear naked choke when he was surprised by his mother’s next move. First she depantsed him, leaving him totally exposed to the cheering amazons, now she started to rub both her feet around his penis. “NOOOO, MOM!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??!!! STOP HER BITCH!! ARE YOU A REF OR WHAT?” – “Ahahaha, I am sorry big man”, Carla replied, “but this is not against our rules. I can only make sure she stops squeezing if you tap out or go out. Do you want to tap big man?” she asked with a big laugh on her face. The crowd behind her did answer with another laugh.
Francesca expertly maneuvered his dick with her feet, feeling that he started to became weaker and weaker. His big cock was now hard as a rock, red and pumping in the air. She knew exactly how to manhandle him: she was controlling his breath with the rnc to his neck, releasing some pressure (without letting him go) from time to time to concentrate on her feet work. She worked his penis with her feet being careful to take him near the point of ejaculation but without letting him come. When she knew, from the intensity of his moaning, that he was about to come, she stopped to concentrate again n the rnc. She repeated this process 4 or 5 times, taking Mark to the edge of frustration. Now he could not care less to win the fight, he already knew he was over. He just wanted to come to put and end to his torture. The amazons were all extremely admired by Francesca’s physical and psychological demolition of her son.
She stopped squeezing; stood up and turned over Mark on his belly. She sat on his back and exectued a lotus lock on him. “AAAAARGHHHHHHH” the pain to his arms and shoulders was unbereable.
“Please, Carla, give me back his speedo!”, Francesca yelled. Carla throwed Mark’s speedo to Francesca and she inserted it into his mouth; for sure, that was one of the most spectacular way to finish him.
She kept the lotus lock while she stretched back her right arm and with her hand she started searching for his penis. When she took it in her hand it immediately grew again. She started to give him some long, slow strokes, controlling his climax once again. Mark had been already brough to the point of orgasm just to be left in total frustration, and now she was starting it again. Tears started to fall from his eyes. He wished he could tap out, but locked in a lotus lock you can’t tap, and he could not call his submission by voice cause she secured his speedo in his mouth with an elastic band she used for her hair. He looked the faces of the women and he understood that none of them had sympathy for him: everybody wanted to assist his humiliation and the worse it was for him the better and most funny would had been for them.
Francesca started to increase the speed of her strokes, bringing her son near to the orgasm. Then, she stopped once again. She uncrossed her legs and turned him over again on his back. “Goodnight, son, time to go to sleep” she hissed just before she caught him in a reverse figure four. With her right hand she grabbed her foot to increase the pressure on Mark’s neck, while with the left hand she grabbed his penis and started to give some strokes again. “Let’s see if he comes before he goes limp!” Carla shouted. But that was not gonna happen. Some seconds later his legs started to shake and convulse and Mark went out.
Carla gave signal to immediatley stop the pressure; Francesca let the hold to stand up, facing the exploding crowd who just witnessed the best match in 20 years of history of the club. All the women and girls were applauding and screaming to salute the new member. Carla came nearer with the camera: “Ready?” She asked. Francesca winkled her eye to signify “yes, of course!”.
She remembered the victory pose that she liked so much in the corridor, before starting the fight. Her son’s penis was still hard and pumping, like it was saluting his conqueror. Francesca put her naked foot on Mark’s erect penis, pressing it against his belly, mocking a victory “V” sign with her fingers. Carla Took some pictures, asking to the winner to keep the pose. “We’ll see which one will come out best”, but several minutes were passed since Francesca was trampling Mark’s penis that way, since he did not recover from the KO yet. His dick became red and looked as if it was about to explode….And that is exactly what happened: the long overdue sperm started to boil over, like a volcano who had been silent for too much time. Francesca pulled back her foot just in time as semen started to flood the knocked out boy, spurting out from his cock all over to his belly, chest and face: the perfect end; nobody could imagine a more humiliating finish than this one.
The amazons started to applaude and cheer Francesca again. She bowed to her new affiliates, then placed her foot on Mark’s face, rubbing his semen all over his face with her foot, inserting the foot in his mouth in the end.
Another pic by Carla framed the moment; she pulled her foot out: globes and filaments of sperm started to strain from both sides of his open mouth. Carla called an amazon from the crowd of women and, with a sign, she ordered her to take Mark out of the room. She grabbed him by the ankles and started to drag him away, leaving a trail of semen behind him. Carla put an hand on Francesca’s shoulder and told her: “I think I can speak for all the others here. We are proud and honoured to have you as a member of our club”. A loud applause confirmed her words.
Two days later, in the same corridor she passed through the day of the match admiring all those beautiful victorious women standing over their defeated opponents, a new framed picture was hang. A big smile appeared on Francesca’s face when she saw that picture between the others. The fun was just started.
Carla presented a beautiful young girl to Francesca: “Her name is Sandra, she is 25. She is the girl you admired so much in the picture with her brother, over there!”; Francesca shook Sandra’s hand. “I am really glad to know you. When I saw your picture, two days ago, I decided to pose in the very same way. You did really own your poor brother!” – “You can bet she did!” replied Carla. “Sandra, my dear, why don’t you tell to our newest member the story of the match with your brother? I am sure she will find it very interesting and entartaining. You know, Francesca, this is a secret that every member of our sorority has the oblige to mantain; once you are in and you are aware of it, you will be forever an Amazon. So, do you wanna hear this story?” – “Of course!” Shouted Francesca excited.
“Well”, started to tell Sandra. “It was back in 2009, at that time…”

End of part 1

Follows part 2 - A deadly sibling match

Last edited by Grappler86; 18-Mar-17 at 13:23.
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