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The Iron Maidens Wrestling Club
Hi to everyone...this is not my stories, I fount it years ago in Diana T.V. Now is uncatalogued. Hope you like it...
The four of us stood nervously, close to the wall at the edge of the mats. We awaited the women who would soon be entering the room. The women who would be taking us on in a series of wrestling matches. The phenomenal, undefeated women of the Iron Maidens Wrestling Club. Originally started as a women's group dedicated to weight lifting and body building, somewhere along the way one of the members got the idea of testing her physical strength and development against a male. When she discovered how superior she was and just how exhilarating a feeling it was to exert that power and domination, well the rest, as they say, was history. The four of us represent the current pool of "opponents". Different men have come and gone as the Iron Maidens have tired of one guy and decided to replace him with somebody new. We know each other only by our first names. The Iron Maidens don't want us fraternizing outside the club. There's Bob, who's 27, stands 5'6" and weighs 132 pounds. Michael is 34, 5'9" and 145. Peter is 37, 5'11" and 168. And I'm Jim, 42, 6' and 155. So what compels us to show up each time and get soundly beaten? First, there's the fear of what would happen if we didn't show up. The Iron Maidens know where we live and work. They've threatened to go after anyone who doesn't show, and believe me, they'd do it. Second, there's the thrill of physical contact with such sensational physiques, such astonishing strength. Like junkies lured to drugs, they may not be good for our health, but we can't resist them. Each session with the Iron Maidens is a unique experience. Since the odds are so stacked in their favor there's real potential they'll get bored, so they go out of their way to think of ways to interject variety. Sessions can comprise of series of singles matches, tag matches, and handicap matches. The Iron Maidens enjoy dressing up in a variety of outfits, from bikinis to lingerie to costumes. (Our dress for these matches is far more pedestrian. Jock straps and gym shorts, only.) And then there are the times when they wear nothing at all. And the times they use our bodies for their own sexual pleasures. The door opened and we sprang to attention. Four Iron Maidens strolled in. No extras coming as spectators. It looked like they were all planning to wrestle. (There was memorable night when one Maiden took on three of us, just by herself, an honor granted because of her birthday. She beat us so soundly one on one that she then handily won a free for all finale.) This quartet was comprised of Carrie, Mary, Sharon and Diane. "Okay, boys," Carrie barked, "Off with the shorts, let's see those cute little jock straps." We quickly complied. "There is nothing homelier looking than jock straps," she chortled, "Especially when they're on inferior bodies. Turn around and face the wall while we complete your inspection." We all turned pretty quickly, but Michael turned last. He's a relative newcomer to the group, so he probably didn't realize that the Iron Maidens would be looking for things like that to discipline. "What's the matter, Michael, got lead in your ass?" yelled Mary. "Everyone turn around again so you can watch this." Without warning she grabbed Michael by the throat, snapping his head against the wall. Her big strong hand closed around his neck, cutting off his air. He grabbed at her one arm with both hands, trying to pull it off, but she just stared into his eyes, ignoring his desperate efforts. She watched him weaken. Then she let go, picked him up between the legs and body slammed him onto the mats. Carrie took over, taking three long strides and diving on top of him, driving her shoulder and elbow into his chest. Michael rolled up into a ball, groaning and asking for forgiveness. They let him to recover a bit and then ordered him back into line and ordered us all to turn around again. "I hope you little boys are ready to wrestle," intoned Diane, "And that you put up a better show than your usual pathetic efforts. Let me remind you all, as we always do, that anyone who we suspect is not trying their hardest will be punished more severely than any one of you dares imagine. Tonight we're going to have a four on four tag team match. The winner of each fall gets to decide who the next two contestants will be. It could be two new wrestlers or either the winner or loser could continue against each other or against a new opponent. We'll draw names to decide on the first two wrestlers. Does everyone understand?" We all answered yes. "Good. That wasn't hard was it? Well my little twerps the games are about to begin. You may turn around now." The four of us turned and were greeted by the sight of the four Iron Maidens with their robes removed. The four of them were wearing tiny thong bikinis. It was a breathtaking sight. Each one in turn flexed and posed before us, showing off their incredible muscular development and voluptuous bodies. Carrie was first. Carrie is a natural blonde bombshell standing 5'7" and weighing a solid 158 pounds. Her arms measure 16+ inches and her vital stats are 44C-23-36. Mary posed next. Mary is a brunette who's about five pounds heavier than Carrie and the same height. She's an astounding 44DD-21-38. Sharon came next. Sharon is also a brunette who is 5'11" and a hard 180. Her arms are over 17 inches and she measures 48B-25-39. Last, and certainly not least, was Diane. Diane is a stunning blonde who stands 5'10" and weighs 190 pounds. Her arms are a mind boggling 18 inches. Her thighs measure 26 inches. And she stretches the tape with a fantastic 50C-24-40 figure. I suppose I should point out that each girl's chest measurement is increased by the fact that their backs are so broad. Nevertheless, they are all well endowed with tits that simply defy gravity. Warm ups completed, Sharon produced two piles of paper, one with the Maidens names on them, the other with ours. Carrie chose for the Maidens. It was Diane. She clapped her hands and moved to the center of the mats. I was to choose her opponent. I pulled out Bob's name. The biggest Iron Maiden against the smallest guy. She'd humiliate him. He was in trouble in seconds. Diane spun behind him and lifted him off the mats with a reverse bearhug. Her mammoth upper arms constricted his breathing so much all he could manage was a wheezing sound. Then she just dove forward, unwrapping her arms as she fell, belly flopping to the mats with Bob right underneath her, crushed by the full impact of her 190 pounds. He looked as flattened as a cartoon character. Diane sat on his back and wrapped her hands around his chin. She just pulled him up and back in a devastating camel clutch. Bob wiggled and waved his arms like a man who feared his back would break. An easy, annihilating submission. The first of many falls for the Iron Maidens. She motioned for Peter to be her next opponent, now we'd have the largest male and female contestants on the mats. Peter sports a beer belly, which has become a verbal and physical target for the girls. Diane locked up collar and elbow with Peter and manhandled him around the mats. She maneuvered her right arm free and when she did it took only a flash for her to plant her weight and deliver a short potent jab to his belly. Peter winced and went "oof". He tried to protect his stomach, but she swatted his hand away and followed with a pulverizing hook to his belly, her fist sinking deep into his soft flab. Peter doubled over and Diane grabbed him by the ears and wedged his head between her immense thighs. One squeeze had Peter grunting in pain, his hands pawing futilely at the twin pillars of steel. He could no sooner have pried her legs apart to escape than he could lift a truck. Diane rolled sideways to the mats, forcing Peter down along with her. She was on her back. Peter was on his stomach. She let his head pop out from between her thighs, but before he could do anything else, she scissored his rib cage, right under his armpits. She locked her ankles on top of him, at the base of his spine, holding him down firmly against the mats. You could see the fear in his eyes as he realized he couldn't move and his chest was encased with a pair of 26 inch killers. He clasped his hands together and pounded on Diane's stomach, her stone abs impervious to any damage. "Good boy. Fighting back." she laughed. "That feels nice. How does this feel Peter?" She jolted him with a forceful squeeze. He yelped like a dog. Then she held the pressure, forcing the air from his lungs. He wheezed and moaned just like Bob had. He grabbed at her thighs for leverage, trying to push his body out from between her legs, but he couldn't budge himself an inch. "I've got a new hold to show you," Diane announced to the Iron Maidens. "You start with this scissors hold. Then you place your hands down beside your hips. Now here's the fun part." With that, Diane pushed her torso up off the mats, bridging her body. As she did that she was pulling Peter up with her and bending him back because her legs were still holding his lower half against the mat. The result was that Peter's back was arched backwards - to the extreme. He screamed with pain and begged her to stop. She then made it worse by flexing her thighs again. I thought Peter was on the verge of passing out form the pain. "I call it the bridge breaker." she announced, as the Maidens applauded her new technique. She finally released the hold and stood over Peter. Smiling devilishly she stood with her full weight on the small of his back. He cried his submission again and again. "You want to finish him off?" she asked Carrie who sprang onto the mats. Even though Carrie was the smallest of the Maidens and was giving up ten pounds to Peter, you'd hardly have known it by the way she handled him. Carrie pulled Peter to his feet and immediately lifted him off the floor with a bear hug, cinching her arms tightly around Peter's hurting back. Since he had had no time to catch his breath from Diane's crushing thighs, Carrie's bear hug was instant trouble. Peter went from grabbing his aching back to trying to pry her arms loose to pleading with her to stop to going limp in her arms - in hardly any time. Carrie draped him over her shoulder, walked over to our side of the mats and dumped him at our feet. "Shit, he's getting too easy to beat," she complained, "I think we need to get somebody new. Let's find someone bigger or in better shape." She looked at me and pointed. "Okay, Jim, you're on next with Sharon." Sharon and I were the two tallest wrestlers of the evening, which might explain why Carrie chose to pair us. Sharon's 25 pound weight advantage might as well have been 100 pounds. She is far stronger than I am and may very well have the best endurance of any of the Iron Maidens. She never stops. She never slows down. She likes to wrestle by relentlessly wearing an opponent down until he is completely exhausted. With some of the other girls, once you get over the pain of their submission holds you're ready to wrestle some more. With Sharon you can end up so wiped out you can hardly stand up the rest of the night, never mind wrestle. I'm a bit quicker than the other guys, so I tried to evade Sharon at the beginning of our fall. I circled and spun and didn't let her get a good grip on me. She seemed to enjoy the competition. Since I was on the defensive, I thought a quick change of tactics might take her by surprise. So I bolted forward and ducked low slamming my shoulder into her stomach. I straightened up and had her off her feet, draped halfway down my back. Sharon was laughing, clearly not feeling afraid of my attack. Her arms encircled my body and she held me tight. The next thing I knew she'd swung one of her legs over my head, and now I had my head scissored between her stupendous thighs. The view of her pubes and pussy lips peeking out from the side of her thong was little consolation for the pain I felt as she simultaneously squeezed with her arms and legs. Suddenly she felt like a ton in my arms. I couldn't hold her up. I dropped to my knees. Sharon rolled me sideways. That was the last moment I enjoyed any advantage in our match. For the next ten minutes Sharon outmuscled and outwrestled me. She worked me over with both her arms and legs. She knows a lot of different holds and she used a lot of them. It didn't matter whether I submitted or not. She just kept going. Wicked headlocks pinned me between her bulging 17 inch arms and her side. Airplane spins and body slams. Surfboard holds. Head scissors. Neck scissors. Body scissors. Totally lethal grapevine hold - her legs are so damned long she can exert horrendous pressure. Full nelsons. Arm bars and hammer locks. Clubbing, knock down blows from her forearms. Punching. And battering ram kicks with her knees. Thank goodness she left my face alone, or else I'd have been a black eyed, bloodied nosed, pulverized wreck. I was woozy and out of breath. Sharon was glistening with sweat, but not breathing hard. She looked like she could go on indefinitely. But she also knew the other Iron Maidens would want more wrestling time, and Mary hadn't wrestled at all. She walked over to the Maidens side of the mats as I rested on all fours, trying to summon the strength to stand up. She tagged Mary. The last thing I wanted to do was have to face a fresh Iron Maiden so I crawled over to our side as quickly as I could. I got there just before she caught me and I tagged Billy's outstretched hand. Apparently Mary wasn't interested in taking on Billy at that point. She just scooped him off his feet, carried him over to our side and body slammed him really hard. Billy groaned, writhing on the mat and Mary told him to tag Michael. Billy wasn't about to disagree. Mary was the Maiden who brought Michael into the group. As I mentioned before, he's a relative newcomer. Mary had a mischievous look in her eyes as she and Michael circled each other. Michael looked nervous. "Shall we let everyone know why I recruited you, Michael?" Mary asked. "No. Please. Not that." he answered. Now everyone on both sides of the mats was curious. Mary and Michael locked up and Michael tried to push her backwards. He couldn't. But one shove from Mary and Michael was flat on his ass. Casually she untied and removed her top. She stood with her hands on her hips flexing her pectorals, causing her bare breasts to dance up and down. Mary had the largest breasts of the girls assembled that evening. Her DD's are very round and full and awesomely firm. She knows she has extraordinary tits and she loves to show them off and tease us with them. Michael was probably unaware that the rest of us guys have on one occasion or more been the victims of Mary's infamous "knockout knockers" smother hold. Michael was back on his feet, circling again and trying to avoid being hypnotized by Mary's dancing breasts. They locked up and Mary got him in a side headlock, making sure to mash his face into the side of her boob. But judging by the massive expansion of her 16 1/2" upper arms and the bulging veins on Michael's forehead, I knew he was being squeezed quite painfully. "C'mon Michael, what's the problem?" she teased, forcing him to follow her around the ring as he was unable to get out of her headlock. "Your fellow wimps will tell you from their past experience that what ever the Iron Maidens want, the Iron Maidens get. And I think the ladies want to know why you're here. It's certainly not because you're a good wrestler." With that remark Mary flipped Michael over her hip to the mats. She let Michael get up again and they grabbed each others hands. "And it's not because you're strong " she continued. The prodigious muscles in Mary's upper body swelled with power as she casually overwhelmed Michael's all out attempt at resistance. She stretched his arms out over his head and then spread them out at his sides. She pressed her massive chest against his. His looked so puny compared to hers. She dragged her jutting breasts down his chest. Suddenly she forced his arms down in front of his body, bending his wrists back and forcing him down on his knees. He winced in pain. Mary dropped down to her knees as well and let go of his hands. She got the upper advantage and pushed his head down between her thighs. She leaned over his back, pressing her weight against him. She stuck her hands between his legs, but from my vantage point I couldn't see what she was doing. "Oh you can do better than that Michael," she scolded. "Much better. Well girls, Michael is a little shy right now, but he's got a big surprise for you to see." Mary's hands slid back around to the rear waistband of Michael's jock strap. She peeled it down over his butt. Michael was struggling to escape her and pull it back up, but Mary hooked both of his arms behind his back. She slowly straightened the two of them up pressing her hard physique tightly against his smaller body. That was the only thing that was keeping the front of his jock from slipping down. She maneuvered her hold into a kneeling bear hug, wrapping her mammoth arms around his inferior torso. The huge balls of muscle swelling beneath her skin, hardening into steel cables of power. She planted one foot on the mats and summoning the incredible power of her mighty thighs, got to her feet, carrying Michael along with her. In the action, his jock had slid down and was now dangling around his ankles. Mary giggled and shook Michael up and down until it fell off. Still she kept him pressed tight against her magnificent body. She carried him over to the Iron Maidens side of the mats. "Okay girls, get a load of this," she exclaimed. She put Michael down on his feet and in one swift move spun around behind him, applying a full nelson. The trio of other Iron Maidens' eyes widened as they spied Michael's cock - nearly eight inches long and it wasn't erect yet. She glanced over at us. "I know you're thinking you don't measure up to Michael in the cock department," she said, "So you'd better be thinking how you're going to do your damnedest to please us. Or else we'll be getting new Michaels and replacing you all. And when have no further use for you, we might get carried away and break a few bones, just for fun." Sometimes when a guy left the Iron Maidens group they just let him go peacefully. But when they decided they really didn't like somebody they were getting rid of, well then, that guy's last session could get very rough. "Holy shit, he's bigger now than these guys are when they're hard," purred Carrie. She reached out. Michael tried to jump back, but Mary held him in place. She gave his cock a squeeze "So how big is he?" asked Carrie. "Oh I'll bet you want to see," laughed Mary. "On one side of the room we've got the wannasees and the other side's got the wannabees." She shoved Michael back towards the center of the mats. Foolishly, he tried to cover his privates with his hands. "You can't wrestle, you can't defend yourself like that, stupid," Mary declared, slapping him hard across the face. He was almost knocked down from the force of the blow. Reluctantly, he raised his hands back up. "I'll give you a little wrestling tip, Michael," Mary continued, "Don't watch an opponent's face when we're like this, looking for an opening. It's too easy to get faked out by a head feint. You've got to concentrate lower. Like here." She cupped her DD's in her hands in squeezed them together. "Or do you think you might get lost in here? You like them big, don't you Michael?" "Please don't tease me," he asked. "And he likes big muscles, too." she kept on. She slammed into him, straightening his body up. She forced him to stay pressed against her as she slid her immensely muscled thigh up between his legs and rubbed against his crotch. Then she held him at arms length under his armpits and lifted him up so high his crotch was even with her bust. "He has been begging - begging - me to let him fuck my tits," Mary said. "What do you say Michael, you want to try it in mid-air?" Michael looked down at her perfect globes before shutting his eyes tight. I could tell he was trying to keep from getting aroused, but his will was no match for Mary's magnificent melons. She knew how to push his buttons. Sure enough, his cock began to lengthen and thicken. Mary brushed her tits against his cock once. Michael quivered. But she had no intention of granting Michael's wishes. She tossed him to the mats and pinned him down. His arms were stretched out above his head. She entwined her powerful legs with his in a grapevine hold. "Spread eagled and in full view," she declared proudly. "Open wide and say ah, Michael." She began spreading his legs wide with her grapevine, exerting excruciating pain on the insides of his thighs, his knees and his shins. "AAAhhh! Stop! Please!!" he cried, "I can't take it." "What's the matter Michael? Am I too big and strong for you?" "AAAhhh! Yes. Yes." "Yes, what?" "AAAAAhhh!! Yes. You're too big and strong for me." "Good boy! Now, open your eyes and what do you see?" Mary's breasts were poised above his face. Her nipples were large and pink and erect. "Do you want to suck on these hooters? Think you can make me come just doing my boobs? C'mon Michael don't you want to show the girls how talented you are?" "Shit. He is big." exclaimed Carrie. Michael was now fully erect, sporting a hard on that was around eleven inches long. "Smother him." Diane added. The three Iron Maidens watching Mary started chanting "Knockout knockers. Knockout knockers." Mary smiled down at Michael and said "Looks like they want me to put you to sleep. Nighty night, Michael." She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him into her cleavage. His face was completely buried by her firm abundant breasts. In less than a minute he was completely panicked, pawing at the solid muscles in the arms that held him tight. His muffled pleas became faint as his hands fell off her bulging biceps and flopped to the mats. Carrie peeled off her bottoms and brazenly rubbed her blond bush. "I've got to feel that thing inside me," she declared as Mary got off the unconscious but still erect Michael. Mary gestured with her hand as if to say he's all yours and Carrie moved to the center of the mats. At this point I had a hard on and, glancing at Bobby and Peter, I saw bulges in their jocks too. I really wanted to grab my cock and pump it, but I knew the Iron Maidens wouldn't allow it. Carrie straddled Michael and rubbed her pussy with his big cockhead. Bobby trembled and moaned and I realized he had just come in his jock. Mary bolted across the floor and yanked his jock down to his knees, revealing his spent cock, still oozing semen. "How dare you!" she screamed, "You are here only for our pleasure! You own pleasure is to be denied!" She scooped him up by his neck and crotch and lifted him over her head. Bobby was begging for forgiveness as Mary threw him across the floor. He landed at Sharon's feet. Sharon grabbed his wrists and pulled his body partially off the mats. Then she straddled him and began crushing his torso with a standing body scissors. Meanwhile, Carrie had fully impaled herself on Michael's monster tool and was riding him to an impending orgasm. Diane and Mary came over to Peter and me. Diane pulled down Peter's jock strap and grabbed his erection. "This is a weenie dick," she scoffed. She cupped his balls in one hand and sneered cruelly and then squeezed. Peter passed out on the spot. That left Mary and me. "Please. Please don't hurt me." I begged, dropping to my knees. "Stand up," she ordered, "And strip." I did as she said and my cock sprang out from its confinement. She studied me with amusement. "You pathetic little wimp," she declared, "You're so weak any one of us can break you in two with one hand. You should be ashamed. And yet look at you. You see our bodies and you feel the strength of these muscles and you get hopelessly aroused." I hung my head down. "Look at me when I talk to you! Look at the size of these biceps. You'll never have arms like these. They're big, aren't they? And look at these legs. They're huge compared to yours. Look at Sharon squeezing the shit out of Bobby. My thighs could crush your ribs. I'm hard as a rock. You're soft and weak." Mary pulled me against her massive solid physique. My erection was pressed against her taut abdomen. I prayed I wouldn't accidentally ejaculate as she squeezed me so tightly I could barely breathe. My moans of pain were joined by Carrie's moans of pleasure as she climaxed. Michael had come to and he was reaching up to fondle her breasts. Carrie intercepted his hands before they got there and she slapped his face hard several times. "Not without permission my little slave," she told him. "I'll bet you'd like to feel mine," Mary said to me as she added even more force to her bearhug. "Please I'll do anything. Stop squeezing me so hard. God you're so strong." "Of course you'll do anything. Anything to stay alive." She let me go and I slumped to my knees. She grabbed me by the ears and pulled me up straight. "This is how I like to see you. On your knees. A complete slave." She squatted down a bit so that her breasts were even with my face. "Now Michael never got around to sucking these and I want you to. I want to see if you can make me come like he can. And I want you to jerk yourself off while you're doing it. But you damned well better not come before I do!" She rubbed her toes against my cock and I almost lost it right then. Hungrily I went for her breasts, sucking on her nipples, flicking them with my tongue. I took as much tit as I could in my mouth, amazed that there was so much more. Her breathing got heavy and she pressed her melons against me tighter. I switched from one tit to the other and sent her to a new level of arousal. "Yes. Yes. Do that. A little harder. Yes. Just like that. Don't stop." My balls ached for release as I began to pump my shaft. I knew I'd come quickly, such was the state of my arousal sucking on Mary's magnificent breasts. She closed her eyes and flung her head back and groaned and shook. My climax followed instantly. She smiled and looked down at me and the pool of semen on the mats. "Looks like we have some cleaning up to do. Wouldn't want anyone slipping on that. Sharon, bring Bobby over here. Jim's going to be busy for a little while." Mary pointed to her erect nipples. "Two breasts. Only one orgasm. My breasts demand equal time." And with that I started working her to another climax. What the other Iron Maidens did with the other guys I don't know, lost as I was in administering to her carnal needs. After I brought her to orgasm the second time, they announced that our session was over for the evening. I look forward to the next. The End. |
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