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Ummmm, perhaps she could be referring to this?



But really, how could an attractive woman possibly take offense at that?
C’mon now, all I said was that she was no longer “a girl”, not that she was old. I was respecting the dignity that comes with her ample experience.

I said it with love in my heart, my man...
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Ridden hard and put away wet!!!??? Really?
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If you are the same karate instructor that gave a demonstration at our dojo in Texas last month, and I believe you are, then you aren’t a day over 30.
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Ridden hard and put away wet!!!??? Really?
I meant that as a compliment. I have noted that you’re attractive a number of times, haven’t I?
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I know you did you big goober. I have to give you a hard time as much as you pick on me.
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CHAPTER 03 - Gimme Shelter



They say that the definition of crazy is doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different result. Stacyann had been working holds and tactics to repeated good use, with specific emphasis on the word “repeated”. Currently locked up in her dastardly Reverse Leg Scissor Plank with complimentary sides of mashed kidneys courtesy of her free running elbows, I was quite honestly looking at a very possible destiny of peeing blood for an indeterminate time to follow our match. That didn’t seem like a great experience to be had by all or even just be me on my own. I needed to find a way out of my predicament.

Having already been subject to a round of Stacyann’s kidney smashes, I knew that there was a split second from when she released my hand to when the elbow smash would deliver into my lower back. That delay was my only opportunity to act, so I waited for the cycle to begin again. It came almost immediately. As soon as I felt a lightening of Stacyann’s right hand from my left wrist, I braced and began moving. I quickly turned my hand down and pushed off with as much force as I could generate with my left arm and legs while Stacyann was rising up to her her apex in anticipation of delivering her pursuant elbow smash. Stacyann was definitely surprised as I pushed off — taking advantage of her body weight being only supported by her left arm — and turned my body into her, causing us to topple over. I landed flush on top of her with the weight of my body being absorbed by Stacyann who additionally bore the brunt of our landing with her back. With how quickly my counter came at her, Stacyann’s leg’s popped open as we impacted on the mat, allowing me to essentially to bounce off her and roll out to relative safety across the ring. Stacyann let out a small groan — having taken a bit of shot to her midsection as I landed on her and rolled away — but I scampered to my feet knowing that she, who had been having a much better go of it than I had to this point, would similarly be up and ready to keep coming at me within nanoseconds. She had a one track mind when it came to kicking ass — that’s for sure — and the counter that I employed wasn’t going to do much to slow her down.

My escape certainly didn’t slow down her mouth as we both found each other back on our feet.

“Cute little trick, Herman”, Stacyann faintly praised, “I’ll make sure that I don’t let you up so easy the next time I get you down on the ground.”

Stacyann had just enjoyed her greatest success ever on the ground with me, but I had to think that, given our size difference, that wasn’t necessarily where she wanted to take the fight this early in the game. She had worn me out a bit, with her ability to chain some effective offence together on the mat, but I was sure that grappling would very much be more of an end game once she felt that she had weakened me enough with her forte, which was still striking á la Karate. I knew that if I continued to let her unload on me, I didn’t want to see what would happen if I was beat down enough for her to unlock more of her grappling skills that she’d been working on. I needed to find some offence.

As mentioned, Stacyann, for all her prowess in various techniques, was first and foremost a striker — a very accomplished one at that — and given her size, I knew that kicks were a prime weapon, especially since that technique could provide her with the greatest potential to damage a significantly larger opponent quickly. She was adept at throwing her kicks from various angles, so I knew that I needed to be ready for that critical technique of that she so expertly employed.

As we once again stalked each other around the ring in a cautious circle, Stacyann’s footwork was beginning to set up for her to throw another series of crescent kicks. Stacyann hadn’t really mixed up her recipe in her kicking technique when facing me previously, preferring to use an inside to outwardly rotating crescent kick most often as her base from which she might flow into either front kicks or the odd roundhouse. I assumed this was because she could snap that kick with a much quicker motion and at a higher volume as a set up and — since she considered me to be a slobbering Neanderthal with no technique — her own innate cockiness in her martial arts pedigree probably made her think that I would likely never catch on to what she was doing. It was time for Stacyann to get a bit humble, but to do so I needed to encourage her to attack a little more over-aggressively.

“I actually enjoyed our time on the ground, Stacyann”, I goaded, “I’ve always loved that fragrance you wear. What is that Eau de Beyotch?”

Stacyann smiled that smile which always suggested that she wasn’t super happy with me and basically wanted me dead. I loved that smile. It was her tell that she wanted to go “full mayhem” on me. My lifelong character flaw was that I loved all the girls who brought gnarly mayhem and a bit of crazy as part of their overall package. It added so much interest to any proceeding.

“So funny, Hermie”, Stacyann replied mirthlessly, “We’ll see who is laughing when I get done with you.”

“When you get done with what I have in store for you, Stacyann, you’ll most likely be looking for some Listerine to gargle while you’re applying Chapstick”, I countered, knowing full well that it would invite the crazy. I needed Stacyann to become a “Ka-razy” practitioner rather than being the accomplished Karate practitioner that she was. Give her credit, Stacyann didn’t waste time once she decided that she wanted to lay someone out and so she almost immediately began the launch sequence for another round of kicks — it was “Go Time”. The only problem would be that, this time, I was ready for her.

As Stacyann began squaring her hips, I took that as my cue. I was immediately on the move as she drew up her left knee and started the process of winding her hips in order to unleash her volley, with the intent to drive power off her back right leg. I closed the distance to her in a flash, blitzing her kick and meeting her leg as it began it’s motion towards me. I jammed Stacyann at her shin bone with my left forearm, rotated my right shoulder under her thigh and got my hips under her’s. With one devastating movement, I was able to execute a thundering throw using Stacyann’s leg as a lever and my back as a fulcrum. Stacyann made kind of a “Whaaaaa...?” Sound as she went hurtling over top of me and then crashed hard on the mat driving the air out of her goddamn, wicked ass body.

I’ll never forget the expression on Stacyann’s face as she landed. To be honest, her facial expression in that moment will be burned in my memory forever. Up to that point, I honestly thought I had seen the entire range of emotion that Stacyann was capable of delivering. The range generally went something like this:
  1. Annoyed
  2. Righteous Indignation
  3. Slightly bitchy but with a side of ‘tude
  4. Bitchy
  5. Super Bitchy
  6. Pissed Off
  7. Fucking Pissed Off
  8. Kill Herman
  9. No really — KILL fucking Herman!!

In the aftermath of the throw, Stacyann’s face lit up with surprise. It may have been the first time that I hadn’t seen her with an angry crinkle between her eyes. She actually looked quite lovely with her eyes wide open and her mouth agape. I did actually pause for a second seeing that, I mean, after all I had a great vantage point, standing directly over her and still holding her left leg that I’d just tossed her with. I expressed my appreciation for her sharing this new expression of her’s by stomping as hard as i could on her wide open belly about five or six times. The pain of that brought her right back to the old familiar standard of “Fucking Pissed”, so not wanting to give her a opportunity to explore that too much, I pivoted on my left foot, hooked her leg, stepped across her and drove her into a pretty tidy, Twisted Half Crab. The Crab was made even better by the fact that I had posted my left foot inside her right knee/inner thigh, thereby nullifying her ability to do much with that leg. It was a really beautiful moment for Stacyann and I. Our relationship was about to change.

Stacyann didn’t seem as appreciative of my fabulous technique because I was really laying it in on her. The overall impression was that I was pretty much treating her like she was the wishbone of at my family’s annual Thanksgiving gathering. I am certain that it must have been pure agony. I have to say, I enjoyed the tenor of Stacyann’s voice when she was moaning and groaning. I think I probably got a little wood just listening to her. That encouraged me to keep up the pressure and make her “sing”, plus, her legs, beautiful as they were, had been somewhat unkind to me, so I did want to return the favour.

“This is how I like you, Stacyann”, I said, “Face down, ass up and moaning. I think this will actually be good practice for you for our post-match activities. I intend to keep you moaning all night.”

Stacyann growled a stream of retorts using a lot of language that was quite strongly worded. I get that the audience here is generally a sensitive bunch, so I’ll just say that the basic themes of Stacyann’s stream of consciousness rant centred around biblical levels of retribution, extreme expressions of anger and some interesting aspects sadomasochism involving Hot Wheels cars and a 3 Wood. What a spirited little lass, that Stacyann. She seemed REALLY frisky. I loved it when she was frisky, it made me want to play with her more.

I dropped my knee down into Stacyann’s lower back, prompting a pained shriek. With how I was bending her and the torque that I was applying to her back, I was sure that Stacyann’s lumbar and thoracic vertebrae were painfully colliding like cars on an icy road. She was basically bent into a shape of a human pretzel — where was the yellow mustard when I really needed it? She pounded the mat with her right hand and quivered with pain. Her right leg was slightly bent with her toes pointed but also spread as though she was trying to radiate the pain in her body out from them like little ray guns in all directions. I’m sure it wasn’t helping much, but it looked wonderful to me from my vantage point. There wasn’t really a single way that Stacyann moved physically that didn’t make me horny.

With my left hand being free to roam, I thought it would be nice to show how much I appreciated her, so I began stroking her over top of her bikini bottoms. I mean — after all — her crotch was right there and not really doing anything of note at the moment. Stacyann didn’t seem thrilled by that idea. Stacyann actually seemed REALLY tense for some reason, screaming a few more angry words that I will shield the audience from reading — plus I never like to share those intimate moments of “pillow talk” with anyone outside the guys at my gym. I took time to consider some ways that I could thoughtfully help Stacyann feel a bit more relaxed. After a “Eureka!!’ type moment of epiphany, I decided that since her bikini bottoms offered scant coverage anyways, I would just help Stacyann relax a bit more by REMOVING them. I grabbed what little material was giving her private parts their privacy and tore off her bikini bottoms, breaking the dental floss that constituted most of her suit with ridiculous ease. I was sure that a peaceful state of Zen would surely overcome Stacyann and maybe help quiet all her caterwauling.

I may have needed to go back to the drawing board. Stacyann was screaming bloody murder

“Oh you bastard”, Stacyann hollered, “When I get out of this you are going to regret that you were ever born. I am going to end you!”

Thank God for soundproofing. Honestly, Stacyann was kicking up quite a ruckus. She really could get a bit loud when she was vexed. My boyish brain decided to do a touch of experimentation, after all there were some mysteries that I always had wanted to solve. I wanted to see if I could stop all the noise by making Stacyann purr. As such, I began rhythmically stroking her presently available vagina with my free hand. Stacyann began wriggling and kicking frantically. That was pretty much a fool’s odyssey as I had her significantly immobilized, so her rebellion amounted to slapping the mat and kicking her free foot incoherently while she hollered. I continued on undeterred, finding that her clitoris that responded to my touch instinctively, whether she liked it or not. I could hear Stacyann cursing herself as much as she did me as I stimulated her to a point where she began to moisten. I cranked on her trapped leg to underline my dominance, producing pained squeals from my compromised opponent, but kept up with my digital assault on her lady bits. Stacyann’s defiant screams began to shift into moans and I started to address her in much more sensual tones, telling how sexy she looked while being so completely compromised — I knew she was a big fan of that kind of flattery. Stacyann moaned much more enthusiastically as I quickened my pace, sensing that she was close to her primal edge. I cranked down hard on her trapped leg one more time and then manipulated her well past the breaking point. Stacyann howled like a she-wolf at the moon, signalling her sexual concession, her magnificent body tensed like a series of steely bands as it quivered and quaked without any manner of civility, just pure, unadulterated, animalistic, ecstasy. Her body had betrayed her by my hand, now it was time to break her will.

Using her captive leg, I turned Stacyann over while she was still in the reflexive, blissful throes of her euphoria. As I was picking up her right leg, her eyes widened as she revelled from that sensual oasis to the current moment, recognizing the inevitable reality of our continuing battle and her immediate position of strategic weakness. Too late, she recognized, as I stomped down on her vulnerable belly, causing her abs to tighten into petite, steely tiles inlaid on her torso, as she rolled into a fetal position on her right side, lingering in her misery.

“Only part way done, Stacyann”, I warned. Her body was intoxicating to me, but I wanted to own her will, I wanted to own her soul. I wanted that absolute defeat and to have her give voice of admission to my mastery or her. I stooped down to untie her bikini top and then brought Stacyann to her feet by her hair. She attempted a strike to my head, but I saw it coming and blocked it, rolling her arm under mine and trapping it between my tricep and torso. I responded with a heavy punch to her liver, driving the air out of her as she doubled over. I roughly put her trapped arm into a hammerlock, forcing her wrist high up between the shoulder blades of her supple, nicely muscled back and rather rudely “encouraged” her onto her tiptoes by using that dominating grip that I enjoyed and a tidy handful of her hair. Stacyann’s beautiful face grimaced as I escorted her into the corner of the ring and pushed her heavily into the turnbuckles, causing shockwaves to rippled through her naked body.

“Time to take a little more starch out of your sails, Stacyann”, I told her, taking time to first rip the bikini top from her body and then toss it into the middle of the ring. I drove a knee into her midsection. Her mouth looked so lovely as she gasped. Her eyes watered as they widened in pain. I straightened her back up in the corner using a handful of her dark hair. Stacyann was glowing with perspiration that accentuated every sensuous muscle on her wonderful body with a slick sheen. I grabbed the ring ropes adjacent to the middle turnbuckle with both hands.

“One of us is going to enjoy this a whole lot more than the other”, I confided to my slightly worn out, naked, little tiger, “I think it’s going to be me.”

I drove a series of heavy shoulder thrusts into Stacyann’s abdomen in quick succession. I lost count of how many. On the last thrust, Stacyann’s legs were basically limp under her and her breasts rested against my upper shoulder as she sagged, physically spent and so very near defeat. God, her body felt SO GOOD, even in this sorry state. I again straightened her out to which she could offer no resistance, gave a couple of condescending light slaps to her cheeks to bring her back into the moment and then I bent and picked her up high by bringing my hands around her upper thighs to a point just under her sweet ass, only to spin around and then demolish her still quivering femininity with a bone shattering Atomic Drop to her pussy that probably warranted an investigation from the SPCA for animal cruelty. I held her, lingering at the point of impact for a moment, so that I could watch her face as all the sensations within her began to register. Stacyann’s visage drained of colour slightly and her agony found no voice just a stunned vacuum of emotion. I placed my hands on her glorious breasts, taking time to tweak her nipples and fondle them briefly. I followed that momentary kindness by brusquely shoving Stacyann down to the mat. She landed with a bounce and allowed herself the luxury of briefly rolling herself into a ball to ease her suffering before the warrior in her became cognizant of the fact that she was still very much in an unresolved, physical conflict. Trying to find a way to continue, Stacyann, began to crawl along the mat in search of some haven, but she was in my world now, there would be no further refuge. I did lightly fondle my throbbing manhood as I watched her physically spent form struggling to rejoin the battle. However, all the while, as I witnessed her futile exertions, I pondered what further torments I might bestow on my nearly defeated adversary. Her body, there were just so many diabolical things that I wanted to wreak on her resplendent, fit, little body. Stacyann’s body was like a Nirvana to me.

I smiled at all the myriad possibilities and moved in for the final phase of definitive victory over Stacyann.


I was going make her my slave.


To be continued...

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Oh, boy. I smell something in the air...
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Oh, boy. I smell something in the air...
Just maybe...
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HERMAN! You must have been unconscious! And hallucinating! While I do not discount these events you have to tell your readers you had help!!!! There is no way this happened without Naomi. And I had you naked first!!!! Herman tell the truth!
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HERMAN! You must have been unconscious! And hallucinating! While I do not discount these events you have to tell your readers you had help!!!! There is no way this happened without Naomi. And I had you naked first!!!! Herman tell the truth!
Your memory REALLY HAS deteriorated over time, Stacyann....don’t worry, the following chapters will refresh your memory. I was kinda wondering what you were writing about when you glossed over everything like you were putting something together for Reader’s Digest and left out half the stuff that happened, including...well...YOU KNOW...

I promise all detail will be provided. Now off you go before I have to give your little bum a spank...
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