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Old 25-Apr-21, 21:16
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My first post on this thread, bouquets and brickbats welcome!

No wrestling in this one, just a tribute to one my favorite holds

An hour ago, James Machiavelli was the apple of everyone's eye but now he found himself staring at a flawless pair of apple bottoms, rounder and fuller than any he had ever seen. The veins in his hands popped with exertion and his fingers dug deep into her stone thighs. He could feel the definition of each muscle as they popped and she squeezed.

His face was red from the pressure and his lips begged in submission but Gloria Evans was having too much fun. There was a high-pitched ringing in his ears that panned in his cranium from left to right as she slowly crushed his head.

"P-Please" He whimpered "I c-can't breathe!"

It wasn't supposed to be like this. She wasn't supposed to be this strong but she was and he wasn't. James could hear the snickers from the people around them but what got to him the most was the disappointed sigh from his coach.

He saw her tight buns clench together and felt each muscle in her legs expand as Gloria extended them straight as an arrow and compressed his head. She placed her hands on the black wrestling mat and positioned them next to his waist.

Her back arched as she squeezed again and sweat poured down her bare milky white skin. She threw her head up, flipping her jet black hair and closing her emerald green eyes as she bit her full red lips with a smile. He remembered the dimples on her cheek when he had first met her.

An hour ago, James was a celebrated Olympic gold medalist but now he was just another wimp.

"Say it" Gloria spoke in a sultry voice and James blurted it out without missing a beat.

"U-uncle!"

Gloria looked at his coach who hung his head in shame. He had gloated about James' technique but all it was good for was one minute of trouble for her. For the rest of the fifty-nine embarrassing and painful minutes, James had been flung and dominated on the mat. She wasn't done yet.

"Throw it here!" Her voice was stern and the coach obliged. The Olympic medal landed with a dull thud on the wrestling mat. Oohs and Aahs filled the air around them but the worst was yet to come.

Gloria eased up on her head-scissor and placed the full weight of her derriere on James' youthful face. She carefully positioned his nose between her glorious butt cheeks, all shiny and wet. Gloria took a moment to pose and flex her biceps for the crowd. She then proceeded to tie James' medal around his throbbing erection.

Her palm encased his manhood and so began the final leg of his humiliation.

"N-No please no" pleaded James but Gloria wasn't listening. She tuned his cries out and tugged. She began slowly, running her hand down her hard body and pinching her nipples as she moaned softly. Soon the tugs increased in intensity.

She held his legs down as they thrashed on the mat in anticipation of a release and just as he was about to come, Gloria held his gold in position. Tears ran down his face as he came on his gold medal.

Gloria got up and threw the medal on his torso. She acknowledged the cheers from the crowd and flexed her biceps again as people clicked pictures. James would never be able to live this down. It was probably going to haunt him forever.

An hour ago he had said 'hello' to the most beautiful woman he had seen in his life. An hour later, she walked away leaving him defeated and crying on the wrestling mat.
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Old 25-Apr-21, 21:45
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Some great imagery and imagination here! Nice work. I would love to hear some of the events leading up to the humiliation: possibly as a next installment. A little exposition will go a long way.

For me, that lead up (creating a realistic scenario for humiliation) is just as important as the juicy details.
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Old 26-Apr-21, 05:09
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@[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] Thank you for taking time out and reading the story. I really appreciate the feedback. I will definitely be expanding this into larger tale that shows the aftermath and the struggle James has to go through after his defeat. I will also try and expand on the back stories of both Gloria and James in dedicated chapters before the inevitable rematch.
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Old 26-Apr-21, 20:49
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Fucked up Homecoming

A silver lining, that’s all he could hope for.

James sat by the window and stared at the lush greenery of the countryside. He had acquired a lot of wealth in life but it hadn’t come easy.

He was raised poor, bought up in a small village by the riverside in Colorado where 5000 souls had struggled for survival. He was the eldest of twelve siblings and his parents worked hard to put food on the table.

James was a scrawny kid growing up, constantly picked on by the larger ones till a tragedy left him an orphan and in charge of eleven mouths to feed.

Say what you will about Salida but the village looked out for its own. The same bullies who stole his lunch money bought him his first gym equipment and toughened him up for the challenges ahead. So it came to be and James spent his youth working the fields during the day and hung out with his friends in the evening by the riverside.

He remembered the long nights getting shit-faced by the river bed. They had been so sure they would live and die in Salida, even making a pact to spread their ashes on the sparkling waters of the Arkansas River. Life had other plans.

A chance encounter led to an interest in freestyle wrestling and James took to it like fish to water. His coach was a man named Mitch Jones and they became the best of friends. James spent years training and rising through the ranks till he finally got a spot on the US Olympic wrestling team and the rest was history.

James looked down at the soiled Olympic medal in his hand. So much hard work, so much history in this signet of gold and he would never be able to look at it the same way again. Gloria Evans had ruined his life.

He was roused out of his stupor by a knock on the door.

"Hey, champ! You ready for today?" Mitch stood there grinning like a Cheshire cat. James always hated the way he dressed, faded dark blue jeans, a gaudy big buckle black leather belt, a white t-shirt and a light blue denim jacket. Completing the awful ensemble was a hideous pair of oversized sunglasses resting on top of his egg-shaped bald head. What year was this? The 80's?

"Ready for what?" James inquired. The dark circles below his eyes told Mitch that he hadn't slept a wink since yesterday. Mitch saw the glass of cognac in his hand, the expensive stuff, the one he only broke out for a special occasion except he didn't really look like he was enjoying it or the occasion was any special for that matter. James looked like a hobo with his unkempt black hair and grey stubble.

"You forgot about the exhibition match at the local gym?" Mitch felt sorry for his friend, appalled at what he had to go through at the hands of Gloria. She had suckered him in with a friendly smile and then dominated him thoroughly on the mat. The pictures from the incident circulating online made it worse.

"Nah...not interested, I ain't going" James walked around his bedroom in his short purple briefs and a casually draped white satin robe. Growing up poor had made him appreciate the finer things in life, a trait he wished would rub off on Mitch.

"Come on man! You are a hero in Salida. We made a promise to help anyone we could get outta here. It won't hurt you to show some hopefuls a few moves now would it?"

"Really Mitch? You want me to walk out in front of everyone after that bitch turned me into a laughing stock? Some hero I turned out to be, can't even defeat a broad!"

Gloria had fucked up James harder than he thought. Mitch saw the hesitation in his eyes, this wasn't like him. He had picked himself up out of the doldrums before but this time it was different. Mitch wondered if he would ever be the same again.

"Come on champ! You are a fucking wrestling god as far as these people are concerned. Are you seriously telling me that you are going to let one broad fuck you up?"

Those words hit hard.

"We have been knee-deep in shit before and this ain't no different! Now pick yourself up and get dressed. I'll be outside" Mitch slammed the door on the way out.

Spoken like a true coach. As much as he hated to admit it, James knew Mitch was right. They had been through worse together and he wasn't going to get anywhere by hiding. He put down the cognac and got dressed.

The local gym was abuzz when Mitch and James walked in through the doors. James could feel many eyes staring at him, some laughed, some snickered and some talked.

"I am really having second thoughts about this!" He whispered. Mitch just shrugged it off and patted him on the shoulders. The benefit of a small village is that everyone knows who you are.

"There he is..." James heard a voice behind him.

"Isn't that the guy that got jerked-"

There were murmurs and quiet whispers everywhere, he was pretty sure he heard someone mention the name, Gloria. James ignored it and kept walking. This wasn't going to be easy to live down. He could do with a friendly face right about now.

"James fucking Machiavelli!" As if right on cue, he heard his name called out and he knew exactly who it was. Butch Miller was the town bully when he was younger.

"Come here you son of a bitch!"

Butch's broad shoulders smacked against James' as they hugged. He hadn't changed one bit. He was still as large as he ever was, the local town bully who stole everyone's lunch money had grown up to be a loan shark, not that big of a jump to make. He had been in and out of more prisons than he could count.

James owed a lot to Butch. After his parents died, he stepped up and took care of him, taught him about fitness, even paid for his first flight ticket out of town. Yet for all his help, he never asked for any in return. Maybe he took pity on James because he was an orphan himself. Whatever it was, James would probably still be working the fields if it wasn't for him.

"How are ya, you big piece of stinkin' crap?" His voice was raspy with a peculiar accent that he had somehow made his own.

"Heard ya had a run-in with Gloria" That name sent a cold chill down James' spine.

"That crazy bitch is trouble, stay awa-"

"Well, well look what the cat dragged in"

James' eyes bulged in terror, that sultry voice and that cocksure smug. There was only one girl he knew that could pull that off. He turned around slowly and saw her standing there with her hands on her hips. It was Gloria Evans.

She walked in with the light at her back, creating a black silhouette before her milky white skin emerged out of the dark. Her black hair reached down to her broad shoulders. Gloria wore a white tube top, leaving her toned midriff bare and matched it with a short denim bottom that cut off just below her bum cheeks.

Her dimples accentuated her cocky smile and she gave him a wink with her emerald green eyes.

"What the fuck do you want?" Mitch sprang into action before James did. Gloria was not amused. She walked slowly, placing one foot in front of the other and towered over Mitch.

"I would watch my tongue If I were you," She said with a stern glare.

This felt like deja-vu.

"Oh yeah! 10 bucks says that James is going to wipe your ass all over the mat!" Stupid loudmouth Mitch.

"Ha! That's what you said last time and your boy here ended up jizzing over his gold medal" Gloria's green eyes were ablaze.

"Uhhh-" James tried to interject before he was cut off by Mitch again. Butch just stood back and shook his head. Their dialogue had drawn quite a crowd around them.

"Why you little...James, can you please kick this chick's ass so we can frame it for posterity" Odd choice of words.

"Oh yeah? The only 'posterity' that he is going to get is his nose between my ass cheeks" Gloria growled.

"Uhhh-" James tried again before Mitch took over.

"Oh you are asking for it now...tell her James!"

"Uhhh-"

"That's it! Rematch now in front of everyone or is your boy just a big pussy?"

"Uhhh-"

"Oh, he's no pussy!"

"Uhhh-"

"And you are on and this time things are going to be different, isn't that right James?"

"Uhhh-"

James was left standing alone in the hallway as everyone made their way to the mats. He couldn't quite grasp what had just happened.

Scores of people huddled around the black wrestling mat as James ducked and weaved his way between them. Gloria was already standing in the centre and eyed him with contempt. James could not believe he had been suckered into another match with the hellcat that destroyed his pride.

He saw Butch standing to one side being oddly quiet and giving him a facepalm while Mitch shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Get her James!" He shouted.

"Gee thanks, Mitch!" James whispered to himself. Here he was standing face-to-face with the woman that had ruined his life. He wondered what he had done to deserve this and made a mental note to punch the shit out of Mitch when this was over.

The crowd took their sides and cheered, it seemed to be an even split between the two when they began to circle. James stayed low and was wary of her legs, he had already felt that pain before. He lunged and grabbed the back of her thighs, hoping to take her down.

James' muscles popped with exertion but she wouldn't go down. Gloria wrapped her arms around the small of his waist and lifted him clean off the mat. His vision went from the floor to her face and stopped at the ceiling when she slammed his back into the mat hard.

The impact drove the wind out of his lungs and left him defenceless as she straddled him and pinned his arms to the mat. James grunted and arched his back to try and push her off, Gloria responded by ramming her torso into his and pinned him down to the mat again.

He somehow freed his arms and flipped over to his stomach. Gloria was incredible, her muscular body clung to his back and her arms fought to pry his wrists away from his chest. Despite his best attempts, James felt his arms part from his chest. He grunted and strained to pull them close together again but her strength overshadowed his.

As a last-ditch attempt, James tried to wiggle free by manoeuvring his body between her legs but Gloria caught on and lifted him off the mat again. The crowd watched on in shock as Gloria held his body in the air like he weighed nothing. She held him up with her arms wrapped around his chest and now that he was up, it was time to put him down.

"Ohhhhh Shiiiiitttttttt!" screamed James as Gloria slammed his face into the mat. The impact was so brutal that Brutus and Mitch winced for James.

Gloria straddled his back again but James quickly flipped to his side, letting her momentum carry her forward and caught her with a side headlock. It only took two moves for Gloria to break that hold. She dug her fingers into his shoulder and squeezed. As he gritted his teeth and winced, Gloria freed her head from his hold and held his arms straight in the air.

She ground her elbow into his shoulder blades and rotated his arm like a clock hand. He screamed when he felt his bone almost pop out, his arm was now way over 90 degrees and the back of his palm was perpendicular to his opposite cheek.

"Give or I break it!" She screamed. It seemed like a logical choice but James looked around the room. There were faces here he had seen since he was a child. He couldn't give up in front of them.

"N-No!" He blurted out in pain and Gloria gave him another twist.

Butch and Mitch looked away from the carnage as James' arm jumped between 12'O clock and 2. The expression on his face went from relief to pain to agony and then back to relief again as his arm flailed. Annoyed at his resistance, Gloria finally let his arm go and James immediately withdrew it and held it close to his chest.

Gloria flipped James over to his back with utter contempt and went after his other arm. He felt the sole of her feet smoosh his cheek and the other anchored to the side of his chest. She was going to try an armbar.

James fought with all he had straining against her strength as she pulled his arms towards her chest. He tried and tried but Gloria straightened his arm out and crossed her ankles over his shoulder, the armbar was now locked in.

"What the fuckin fuck is your fucking problem...fuck...fuck...faaaacckkkk!"

James' arm bent unnaturally at the elbow from her pressure and he screamed in pain.

"Say it!" said Gloria firmly but she did not expect the response that crawled its way out of his mouth.

"No!" He screamed defiantly and Gloria bent his arm again.

"How about now?" She tugged at his arm.

"NO!" screamed James.

He took audible gulps of air before she bent it one more time.

"You really want your arm broken don't you?" She poured more pressure at his joint.

"NOOOO!" He screamed.

"Then say it" Gloria stretched his arm straight.

"NO!" He said still defiant.

Gloria was losing patience. She flipped him over to his side and locked her thighs around the sides of his chest. James couldn't even scream, the veins in his forehead popped and his face turned red. She squeezed like a madwoman, compressing his skin into his ribs.

"You know how to end this!" said Gloria giving him another squeeze.

James tried to speak, his lips moved but no words came out. Tears flowed from his eyes and he found it hard to breathe. If he could speak he would probably have given up, unfortunately, Gloria did not seem to realise that. She just kept squeezing.

"GIVE! GIVE! GIVE! WHY THE FUCK WON'T YOU GIVE?"

Her thighs dug deeper into his ribs with each squeeze until finally, it happened. The people around them gasped as they heard a crack. Gloria immediately let go and crawled back in terror with her eyes wide.

She saw Butch and Mitch rush to James and the world around her slowed down to a crawl. For the next few moments, all she saw was people running to and fro, screaming at each other.

"Call the fucking ambulance now!" she heard someone scream.

It was a while before they took James away in a stretcher and she sat there long after they had all gone. The final thing she saw was James coughing blood on Mitch's shirt.
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First, I'd just like to say I appreciate how quickly you were able to churn out the next section!

Second, WOW that escalated quickly! Very much enjoying this story you're doing great!!!

Third, Mitch should probably thank her for the damage she did as it likely saved his butt from the pounding his mouth had earned him ha.

Can't wait to learn more about what prompted all this animosity between these two and what happens next after all the damage done to the Olympic champ.
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Old 27-Apr-21, 05:22
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@[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]: Thank you so much man! It gives me confidence to keep writing when I know people like the story.

I am now kind of torn between where I should go next with this, the original plan was to explore Gloria's dark backstory in a lengthy chapter but going by the significant drop off in likes I am now second guessing myself. I guess people were expecting more erotic stuff but I went the other way lol.

I am all ears for suggestions as to where the story should go next, please feel free to share ideas.
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@[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]: Thank you so much man! It gives me confidence to keep writing when I know people like the story.

I am now kind of torn between where I should go next with this, the original plan was to explore Gloria's dark backstory in a lengthy chapter but going by the significant drop off in likes I am now second guessing myself. I guess people were expecting more erotic stuff but I went the other way lol.

I am all ears for suggestions as to where the story should go next, please feel free to share ideas.
Likes are weird and unpredictable. I've had stories sit at 3 likes for a week only to explode to 15 out of nowhere.

Also, the first story of a series always gets the most likes. Pretty much always. Even if the third story is way better.

Likes are a weird metric of quality. If I simply post a picture of an attractive woman and say "imagine her sitting on your face," I'll probably get 50 likes. If I spend a week writing the best erotic story I'm remotely capable of, I might get 20.

So I guess it's really a matter of quantity versus quality, and you shouldn't get discouraged if your numbers don't sing.

Anyway, here's my feedback on your story. Backstory is very important. But the backstory has to serve the erotic themes.

Here, the erotic theme is that James is a gold medalist in freestyle wrestling, so it's utterly humiliating to have his life's work stripped away by a woman who should never in a million years be able to take him down.

Good theme. We all like that theme.

But then you start in on these odd details. James doesn't like the way his coach dresses. James used to get drunk next to the Arkansas river. Someone named Butch Miller is a loan shark. James has eleven siblings.

I can't connect these details to the erotic theme. Okay, I can sort of connect "small town" to "extreme pride" to "she's shattering his pride" but the story isn't really helping me along with that connection.

What would link up to your theme are questions like: who the fuck is Gloria? What does she want? Is she from Salida? Do she and James have a history? (He said he met her an hour ago - does he not remember a history?) Does she just travel around fucking up famous guys' shit because it's some kind of fetish for her? Or even just a casual hobby because she's too bored and selfish to care that it destroys them?

And where is this match taking place? Are we in some kind of barn? Is the crowd just a few dozen locals from town? We've got an Olympic gold medal and a bet over ten bucks at the same time. I'm confused. And if Gloria destroyed him before and got what she want, what was her motivation for hanging around his hometown and setting up an exhibition match? And how did she pull that off when everyone would have known everything that was going on in town?

These are the kinds of details I crave.

You write well. And I really liked your first installment. Even though everything was a huge mystery and I had no idea why the story was happening, it felt almost like an erotic poem more than a story. And as an erotic poem, it was a good one.

Just gotta choose your details more carefully when making the leap from poem to story, I think.

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Makes sense. What I was trying to do was to have the village itself be a character in the story and the reasoning for delving a little bit more into James' friends was to eventually set up a confrontation between them and Gloria. I guess I have never been good at details lol.

The original plan for Gloria and the reason she was so shocked and pulled away at the end there was because it reminded her of something from her dark past. The idea was she grew up in a household run by her mom with an alcoholic father and a mother who had to work extra hard to put food on the table.

When she needed her father the most, he couldn't do anything to save her mom because he was pretty much an alcoholic bum by that point. So she toughened herself up and learnt various fighting styles so that she never has to do go through something like that again. That is where the deep rejection of any hero type figures comes from. There was no hero when she needed them the most. Being from a small village, small groups tend to call people heroes for almost anything and James was the first man who successfully broke out of the dead end no life village, so he is looked at as an hero.

I hope I was able to explain it properly lol.
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The flip side of the coin

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

The grandfather clock in the living room inched its way towards six and Todd Evans poured himself another glass. He had often wondered what it would be like to not have a wife or a kid and had recurring dreams of a place where he could just drink his life away. That's not how reality works.

The tiny LED light on the phone lit up, letting him know he had a message. It was Caroline.

"Where the FUCK is the money Todd?"

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

The house was a wreck. The walls withered and the paint peeled away. He sat there unkempt, oblivious to the world around him. All he cared about was the bottle of Good 'Ol Jack. Like always, it started with a glass or two and then he lost count.

The phone buzzed again and Caroline's message popped up on the screen.

"You KNEW I had that money tucked away for Gloria!"

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

The pungent waft of last night's takeaway floated through the room while he busied himself with another glass. He looked at the picture that hung on the wall. Gloria, Caroline and him at Niagara falls. Good Times.

Then Caroline's picture popped up on the phone. She was calling. Why the fuck was she calling? He cut the call and felt the rye rush through his veins.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

A rat squeaked past his toe from an overturned noodle box but he ignored it and grabbed the rummer. He took another swig. That hit the spot. He felt a cold chill down his spine as Caroline called again, this time he picked up.

"I can't do this anymore Todd," She cried. "I can't, I just can't, I-"

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

It had been a while since he felt his nerves tingle. It sounded like a crash. A bad one. Then he heard the screams of ten-year-old Gloria.

"DAD! It's mom, t-there's blood...lots of blood...she isn't moving...dad, DAD! DADDY!"

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

He cut the call and took in a large gulp of air...His body shook and shivered. He sat there and looked at the door, then looked at the car keys on the table. He wanted to get up, he really did but his hands reached for the bottle. The viscous liquid numbed his pain and a tear rolled down his cheek.

Todd Evans had often wondered what it would be like to not have a wife or a kid. One of those had finally come true.

10 years later

"THIS is where she lives?" said Vito Bianchi with a thick accent. He took a puff from the cigarette in his hands and it bathed his big-bald head in its ember glow.

"Yup! Checked with the deadbeats down at the bar, this is the dump all right!"

Standing with him was Rocco Fischer. He combed his greasy black hair and tugged at his leather jacket.

"Feels weird though," he said adjusting his belt buckle.

"How so?" Vito patted away the ash from his blue t-shirt. He cursed himself as it made its way down his blue jeans and to his black leather shoes.

"Ain't no one ever hire us to beat up a chick before!"

"Who cares?" Vito smiled and took another puff.

"As long as the money's good, I'm game!" He took a final puff and stubbed the smoke with his boot. They smiled and moved towards the house.

The steam from the hot shower obscured Gloria's unclad body. Tiny pellets of water swept her body and lodged themselves into every nook of her thew. She lathered it with soap, slowly rubbing it up and down her milky white skin. Her wet hair stuck to her back as she bathed.

She rolled the faucet till the water stopped and stepped out of the shower. Gloria's palm swiped the steamed up mirror only to see a fist hurtling towards her. She sidestepped in the nick of time and saw it crack the glass.

Gloria grabbed Vito's wrist and flipped his large body to the floor. That's when she heard Rocco rush in. His fist smacked her chin and pushed her into the tiled wall. She crossed her wrists in front of her face and stopped another fist dead in its tracks.

Gloria sent a knee into Rocco's abdomen and bent him over. She saw Vito stir on the floor. He barely made it to his feet when her heel caved his cheek in.

Gloria winced as Rocco's fist thumped into her belly but shrugged the blow-off and spun his head around with an elbow to his chin. Vito lunged at Gloria but hit the floor again as she grabbed his arms used her heel to send him sailing over her head.

Now on the floor, she ate Rocco's stomp to her gut and grabbed his leg when he attempted another one and twisted his ankle. Rocco screamed and crumpled to the floor in pain. The muscles in her arms flexed as she performed a 'kip-up to get back on her feet. Gloria heard Vito stir behind her.

He stood dazed when Gloria scooped him up and slammed his back into the edge of the bathtub, bending his body in half. Rocco limped on his feet and jumped on her back, locking his arm around her throat. Gloria backpedalled into the wall and smashed an elbow into his side.

He coughed up blood on her shoulder and slid down to the floor. Rocco sat there trying to scream but all he could do was a wheeze. A knee to his face helped clear his throat.

Vito made it to his feet again, his back cracking as he moved. His blood splattered across her chest when she punched him. Rocco limped up again and grabbed the cistern lid. She heard his boots and smiled. Gloria waited till the lid was inches from the back of her head and moved out of the way.

Rocco stood there with half a lid in his hand, in disbelief at what he had done. The other half slid off Vito's bald head and he fell to his knees with his eyes open wide before they closed and he fell to his face, out cold.

Gloria grabbed Rocco's greasy hair and smashed his face into the pot and flushed. His body twitched for a while before he passed out. Gloria closed the toilet seat on his head and stepped into the shower again.

Mitch Jones paced back and forth outside James' room in the hospital, constantly checking his phone. He finally stopped and smiled as he received a message from Vito's phone and read it with childlike excitement. The bitch had finally gotten what she deserved or had she?

He gulped as he saw the pictures of the battered men in the thread with a message from Gloria at the bottom in all caps.

"I'M COMING FOR YOU"

"Well..." said Mitch and slid the phone back into his pocket.

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Old 30-Apr-21, 20:37
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The beginning of the end

James fell.

His hands reached for the cone of light above him but the darkness pulled him down. He floated till his back hit a wrestling mat and then rolled to his knees. The faint cone of light seemed so far above.

Darkness engulfed everything around the mat. Then James heard something, a dull thud to one corner. It was his gold medal. He crawled towards it and reached for it, he almost had it in his palm. A feminal hand shot out of the darkness and grabbed his wrist.

James tried to pull away with all his strength but couldn't move. He saw a foot emerge next, followed by an incredibly fibrous torso and then he saw her face.

"Miss me, James?"

It was Gloria. She seemed taller and stronger. Her bare skin shining in the faint light. James was petrified. He tried and tried and then tried some more but he couldn't move. Gloria lifted him into her arms and wrapped them around his waist.

She squeezed and he expected it to hurt but it didn't, it felt...magical.

"Looks like you DID miss me!"

James looked down to see his throbbing erection pressed against her rock hard abdomen. She threw her head up and moaned as she squeezed, James moaned along with her.

Gloria dropped him to the mat, then straddled his back. Her firm buttocks lay flush on his tail and her heels rested on his cheeks. Her arms were bent at the elbow, her palms on the back of his knees. Her head whipped up in ecstasy and sweat poured down her body.

James sucked on her toes, his tongue wrapping around her phalanx. He worshipped her like a goddess. His saliva dripped to the mat as Gloria removed her feet and placed her heels on either side of his chest. She grabbed his arms, gently placing them over her knees and locked her palms under his chin. She yanked and he moaned.

She kissed him from the forehead to his chin and then their tongues met, entwined in a beautiful dance.

Gloria flipped him over and locked his arms above his head. Their fingers locked together and her legs spread his wide on the mat. Their hips danced and her lips pecked his chest, then his neck and then she gave him a deep kiss one more time.

Her body meandered up his chest, till her knees rested on the sides of his face. Gloria guided his tongue between her legs and moaned as he went to work. Her palm encased his manhood, slowly stroking him to orgasm.

"YES!" He moaned and Gloria picked up the pace.

"YES...OHHH...YES!" Her tugs increased in intensity.

"OHHHHHH...YESSS!" Gloria now plucked at an intense pace. James was near.

"YESSSS! OHHHHHH! YESSSSSSS! YESSSSSSSSS"

He exploded and the cone of light expanded to bathe everything in white. Then James opened his eyes.

Butch and Mitch hovered above his face confused at what they had just witnessed.

"Did he just..." Mitch said pointing between his legs. Butch swatted his hand away and told him to be quiet.

"You okay there bud?" Butch asked. James closed his eyes and tried to sleep again with a big, goofy smile on his face.

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"You did WHAT?" Butch couldn't believe it. He never thought Mitch would be stupid enough to fuck with Gloria and yet here he was, pacing up and down the hospital hallway.

"I wasn't thinking...she beat up James...she almost killed him...she-"

He blabbered and it made no sense. Why would anyone do this? Who would willingly invite her wrath? Even the mere mention of her name had him cowering in fear.

"You gotta HELP me, man, you gotta do something" Mitch pleaded.

"Oh no...Nah-uh, this is between you and her, ain't no way I am getting involved in this!" Mitch couldn't believe what he was hearing. The words that came out of Butch's mouth were unlike him. He found it hard it believe that a man of Butch's size was afraid of Gloria.

"Are you being serious right now? We skip town for a few years and you turn into the biggest pussy ever! What the fuck is wrong with you man? What she got on you?"

Butch thought long and hard. He did not want to do this but Mitch left him no choice. He whipped out his phone and played him a clip.

The tiny speakers on the phone sprang to life, the sound was bereft of detail but it was good enough for Mitch to hear and see what was happening. He was beginning to wish he couldn't.

"Is that your?... How did she?... HOLY SHIT! That is your...OH MY GOD!"

Butch's face got redder by the second. He wanted to dig a slow hole to China, heck, he wanted to bury his head in the ground and never come out. He had to pay every contact he had to repress the clip from prying eyes and now Mitch was watching what very few people had seen. It wasn't special and it wasn't fun. It was a painful memory he had repressed long ago.

"Damn!" said Mitch handing the phone back to Butch.

"I take back what I said about you being a pussy"

It was hopeless. After he had seen what Gloria had done to Butch, he thought may as well just book a room in the hospital now. Mitch jones was well and truly...FUCKED!

His phone beeped as he took it out of his pocket. It was a message from Gloria.

"Midnight, meet me at the local gym and we will settle this. Hide and I will find you from whatever rock you crawl under, run and I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth. Your choice!"

Mitch gulped. It was time to face the music.

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The moonlight burst through the windows and bathed the gym in a soft hue. Mitch Jones stood in the centre of the mat, his wrestling outfit had seen better days, so had his body. He warmed up trying to remember everything he had taught James, it had been ages since he wrestled.

He nervously paced back and forth when the gym doors swung open. It was Gloria. She walked in wearing nothing but a small, black thong and for a moment Mitch forgot what he was here for and just stared. She was beautiful.

Gloria's dimples formed as her face changed to a mischievous smile. The soft hue of the moonlight laved her body with a brilliant glow, accentuating the definition of each muscle. She walked in calm, confident steps with a pair of handcuffs in one hand and a key in the other.

"I'm impressed," She said with a radiant smile.

"You didn't run away with your tail tucked between your legs"

"Yeah? Stick around, you ain't seen nothing yet!" Mitch tried to be as imposing as he could but Gloria just laughed.

"Mitch...Mitch...Mitch" Gloria stepped on to the mat. "You don't get it, do you?"

"I'm going to make you see the truth today!"

She locked the handcuffs on her wrists and threw the key away. Mitch just watched on dumbfounded.

"I'm going to kick your ass with my hands tied behind my back" Mitch gulped, he felt like he had done a lot of that lately. Even if it sounded ridiculous, Gloria made it sound menacing. He knew she had the strength to back her words up.

Mitch felt cornered, he looked around the gym. He wanted to run, to hide, heck, he wanted to be anywhere but here. He felt like there was nothing he could do. He prayed to every god he could think of as Gloria moved towards him and then by some miracle, his prayers were answered.

"Look what we have here boys!"

Gloria turned around, her green eyes focused on the door. It was Vito and Rocco. There were ten other men with them and they surrounded the two of them by forming a circle around the mat.

"Beat it shitface!" Vito said pointing towards Mitch, who swore allegiance to every god he knew for life and began to walk away. He stopped when something caught his eye, it was the key to the handcuffs. He smiled and showed it to Gloria, pocketing it as she snarled and ran away.

"I wouldn't worry about him If I were you!" said Rocco as he combed his hair. He let out a whistle and pointed towards the entrance. From the darkness emerged an 8-foot tall behemoth made of muscle, he had so much of it that his muscles had muscle.

He stood there with a bucktooth grin and cracked his knuckles.

"Time for some payback bitch!" growled Vito.
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