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Default N.A.I.L.: Definitive Edition

For those of you who like maledom with a sexual theme, I've remastered an old story.

If you don't like maledom, or are triggered by sexual assault during matches, consider this a warning; I'd rather not get a shitload of comments complaining about the content. As referenced in the story, all competitors are over the age of 18, and this story is entirely fiction.

Now that the disclaimer is out of the way, enjoy the definitive version of my old fiction; I removed some unnecessary parts, revamped a few seconds, modified it so it runs together seamlessly, and added quite a few passages.

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It felt good to be in a singlet again. Though the bleachers weren't entirely filled, the din of the crowd and the scent of drying sweat were familiar to Sonya, who bounced lightly on the balls of her feet. Her heart raced, as she searched the gym for her opponent.

National American Intergender Lockup, or N.A.I.L., was a dream come true for an old High School wrestler. Despite being a small wrestling league for adult enthusiasts, it had a few takers and was just catching its stride.

After spending years off the mat, she'd grown into her body more, but she was eager to get on the mat and recapture the thrill of competition again. Sonya's well-endowed body filled out her newly purchased red singlet. Her raven-black ponytail was tied up beneath her headgear. She stuffed in her mouthpiece, working it with her teeth. She was surely a sight to behold, her curved hips and large breasts streamlined and accented by her nylon singlet. Other than a pair of panties, she wore nothing else; her breasts were supported and held up nicely, displaying a soft line of tan cleavage.

Without any delay, she stretched then trotted onto the floor. Her opponent moved to the center to face her adversary. She looked him over, sizing him up. He wasn’t much to write home about. Slim arms with a decent bit of muscle definition. A gaunt face and brown eyes, with black sideburns crawling from under his headgear. His upper lip bulged, his mouthpiece a bit too large for his mouth. He’d apparently slimmed down quite a bit to make weight, but he wore his singlet proudly, with nothing underneath at all. Sonya tried not to look down at his bulge.

He was clearly looking her over. A smile crawled across his face, tinged with a bit of skepticism. Sonya had seen this expression before a thousand times; he was worried about wrestling a girl. Didn’t men ever grow up? He was in his early twenties, same as Sonya. He ought to be over this macho bullshit, being afraid of losing face for getting beat by a girl.

The whistle blew, and Sonya paced. She took a step back, keeping her body low. The stance came naturally to her. Noticing that her opponent was too high and backpedaling, she took her shot, diving forward to grab his legs and take him down. Her opponent went in lower, grasping the backs of her thighs. Sonya tried to base herself, intending to come out on top of the clash.

Whump. Sonya, to her surprise, found her legs pulled out from under her. She was instantly on her butt, with her opponent pushing into her stomach, shoving her back and across the floor. He paused, a puzzled look on his face, before Sonya turned over to avoid being knocked onto her back and pinned early. She tried to crawl out from under him, but he wrapped an arm around her waist, and dragged her in, her kicking and pushing doing little to create distance. Before she could process her thought, her arms were firmly pressed behind her back, as he wrapped an arm around both of them, her elbows touching together and her body locked up, her legs anemically kicking.

She quickly realized that brute force was getting her nowhere. She bucked and struggled, but her opponent simply loomed over her, picking at and dragging her around onto her side as he tried to pin her shoulders. She looked up, searching for a way out as he paused, keeping her trapped there.

When she finally managed to look at his face, she noticed he was smiling, a predatory look on his face. She was over-matched. Despite being in the same weight class, due to his slim build, he was far stronger than her, and could move her as he wanted with ease. She’d come into the ring without doing any weight training, and she hadn’t practiced for at least three years. She was overconfident, and totally helpless.

And he intended to enjoy every second of it.

He mounted her from behind, pressing against her and hooking her legs. Unable to move, she thrashed and wiggled to no avail. With one arm hooking her elbows together, his free hand worked against her stomach, until he squeezed it between her waist and the floor. He managed to pull her behind against his crotch in a few seconds.

“Fuck,” Sonya grunted through her mouthpiece, humiliated by the position. Her cheek on the mat, and her ass up, she was being grinded on. Her opponent worked his hips almost imperceptibly, but his erection was clearly felt. He worked it between her soft, shapely glutes; his bulge pressing between her cheeks like a hot-dog in a bun, he enjoyed the soft pressure of her ass as he moved his hand up. He worked a hand onto her chest, tilting her so he could squeeze her left breast as he pushed his erection onto and between her butt cheeks.

Sonya moved and struggled, but he kept massaging her breasts and moving his hips for what felt like an eternity. She heard him snickering, likely unable to believe his luck for scoring an opponent he could actually enjoy.

The whistle blew. Despite her horror at the situation, Sonya instinctively attempted to get up. However, her opponent remained on top of her for a moment. She squirmed and tried to get her feet under her, but she was pressed too hard against the floor by his weight to move. His grip didn’t budge for a few seconds, until he finally, almost hesitantly let go. She scrambled to her feet the moment he allowed her up, moving to her corner.

Sonya’s opponent leered at her from across the mat, a smile on his face, and more importantly, an erection in his singlet. Despite being demoralized and horrified by his behavior, she rallied for the next round; if she gave up here, during her first match, how could she possibly get back into this sport?

She stepped back into the ring, resolving to change her strategy and win this thing. Given the down position, Sonya ran to the center and dropped down as the ref waited for her handsy opponent to get into position.

Crouched on her hands and knees, Sonya waited for her opponent to lock up and get ready. Her heart pounded beneath her ample chest, so loudly that it thundered in her ears. The murmur of the crowd was inaudible to her as she felt the sudden heat of her opponent’s body hovering over her. His hand rested on her bicep, just above the elbow. His other arm wrapped around her stomach, as they prepared to continue. Sonya breathed a long, labored breath, but she just couldn’t get in the zone.

Her apprehension was made worse when he drew closer. In the seconds before the whistle blew, the hand underneath her stomach wandered, until it came between her legs, giving her womanhood a firm, but discreet rub, his fingertips stroking her lips then circling her clitoris. The tense body loosened and jumped, her guard broken as she yelped.

Unfortunately, that’s when the whistle blew. Already outclassed in terms of strength, she was also caught by surprise. Sonya was forced onto the floor again, face down and ass up. Her arms were quickly and easily collected and pinned behind her back. This time, however, he didn’t lay down on her after rendering her helpless. He kept her down and used his knee to spread her legs.

His free hand gave the insides of her thighs a quick squeeze. She kept her lips pursed tightly with horror as he ran his hand from her vagina to the small of her back, his hand moving between her butt-cheeks. He put his full weight on her, flattening her out and rolling onto his side, keeping her pinned up against him as the two laid there.

Sonya looked around frantically for the referee. Surely he had seen the excessive contact.

He was nowhere in sight, and she could hear him walking behind the two of them. Her crafty, sadistic opponent had positioned himself so the ref couldn’t see his hands wander.

Her panicked thoughts were silenced with a cold chill when she felt his lips on her skin. He held her still and kissed her from her shoulder to the corner of her jaw, licking and biting her neck, savoring the taste of sweat. His free hand squeezed her chest, pinching her nipple. Trapped on the mat, she could only wonder what was next as he stalled, groping her in the center of the ring.

His erection insistently prodded her backside as he kept her pulled up against him. She arched her back and tried to stand, but he kept her pinned on her side, one of his hands hooking and pinning her wrists behind her back. She tried to pull herself free, but his grip, painfully firm, kept her arms trapped. His other arm was at play, stroking up and down her body, savoring the soft flesh beneath the nylon of her red uniform.

He slid his hand up and onto her chest; he'd been playing with her chest for a minute now, fondling and cupping her breasts over her singlet, grabbing and bouncing one in his hand, then pushing them up with his forearm so her cleavage bulged out from the top. She thrashed, but was still as helpless as the moment he trapped her here.

Suddenly, she felt him shift, changing posture and pulling her back. She sighed with relief in spite of the humiliation; he was rolling her over, likely to pin her and end the match. He hooked one of her legs to keep her from standing, and wrapped one of his arms around hers to keep her from fighting back or pushing him off. His modus operandi seemed to be pinning her arms behind her back from the start; a technique she'd learned a defense against, but wasn't strong enough to apply.

Demoralized and intimidated, she let him mold her for a moment, before realizing something was off. He wasn't pinning her shoulders. He had her on her back, but her shoulders were off the floor. This wasn't a move to pin her; he wanted her face up so he could toy with her more. Sonya groaned, arching her back and trying to pull away. With two arms and a leg pinned, all she could do was try to push away. She gained a tiny bit of distance, but he simply closed it, pulling her back. He'd kept her on the center of the mat for the entire round, and didn't intend to let her go now.

He gave Sonya a nasty smile. He knows he has me, she thought, enraged but helpless. He looked her in the eye, then looked up and down her body. Her large breasts heaved, light sweat rolling down her cleavage. Her arched back didn't exactly make her look modest. Her wide hips were trapped underneath him. Her singlet's legs were rolled up to her shapely thighs. He wanted her, and had her; so long as she was on the mat, he could toy with her all day.

She looked away as he gave her breast a quick honk with his hand, as he leaned down, grabbing her face and turning it towards him. Sonya, realizing what he was about to do, managed a quick, sharp "no" before he kissed her.

At first, his lips were closed. He arched her back and kissed her with his back to the referee, preventing the lazy official from seeing the blatant offense against the rules and to Sonya's boundaries. His tongue licked against her clenched teeth and mouth-piece. Sonya kept her mouth shut, struggling as he held her still. He pinched the side of her uniform, pulled it up, and let it snap onto her skin; when she opened her teeth to yelp, his tongue invaded her mouth. He hooked his tongue under her mouth piece and snatched it from her teeth, pulling back and spitting her stolen mouth guard out to the side. He lowered for another kiss, the hard plastic out of the way.

Sonya never dreamed a match could go this badly; being groped, ridden, and now french kissed by a stronger opponent, a sturdy manhood pressed against her thigh as she struggled in vain. However, she held onto her pride as a wrestler, refusing to submit or report his improper conduct. She resolved to either lose with what little dignity she had left, or find some way to win. Winning, unfortunately, seemed like an impossible goal, at the moment.

Stuck in a seemingly inescapable hold, Sonya squirmed as her opponent continued to stall the match and violate her. He kissed down her throat, occasionally tugging her arms to keep her back arched.

She did her best with the only free limb she had, trying to use her leg to push and unhook his, which were currently wrapped around her right leg, keeping her from turning over and pushing up. She tried to use her stomach to push against him; a huge sacrifice, since she was closing distance and allowing him to push his dick against her. She pulled her head back, trying to stop his incessant, mortifying kissing and licking.

Every move she made was countered and punished. As she tried to use her free leg, he reached down with his hand and cupped her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. She struggled as his hand moved between her butt cheeks, pushing against the thin fabric of her singlet and giving her an irritating wedgie. When she pushed against him with her stomach, he pulled her upper body closer, mashing her breasts against his chest. Every time she attempted to move her face and neck away, his mouth followed, slurping and smooching her face and neck.

His hand moved between her ass cheeks like a piston, rubbing her crack as his leg ground between her thighs. She grit her teeth as he put his forehead against hers, still smiling sadistically, before going in for another tongue kiss. To Sonya, that was the last straw. She leaned her head back, and butted it forward, striking his forehead with hers. He was temporarily stunned by the blow, as she used all her strength to turn him over. Suddenly, despite the embarrassing placement of his leg between her thighs, and her arms still being pinned behind her back, she had him on his back, still reeling from the sudden headbutt. Sonya put all her weight down on him, desperate to keep him pinned for just a few more seconds.

Suddenly, his hand released hers. She scrambled to put her hands on his shoulders, but she felt a sudden, painful pinch on both nipples. Sonya yelped, and scrambled to stand up. His plan worked; her instinct to escape gave him the opportunity to get up.

They were face to face now, both on their feet. Sonya hoped her headbutt drew blood so the ref would call an injury warning, but she hadn't broken the skin. There was a red spot where she nailed him, but nothing else. Sonya paced backwards, hoping she could get out of the ring before he made his move.

Too late. He burst forward, and she felt his arms winding around her waist. Before she could fight his grip, her feet left the ground, and she was on his shoulder. Like a caveman carrying a mate, he carried her from the edge of the ring back to the center, before slowly putting her down, laying her out on her back. Sonya felt something break; not physically, mentally. Her will to fight was gone. She'd given it all she had. She'd even cheated, but he still trumped her. She laid there as he got on top of her, going limp and hoping the ref would call the match on the grounds that she was no longer even defending herself.

Unsurprisingly to Sonya, he grape-vined both her legs, spreading them. He was going for a Saturday Night Ride, and already had her perfectly in place. His hands went to her breasts, kneading them for a moment before grabbing her limp wrists and pinning them over her head. Sonya turned her head, looking for the referee.

He was at the edge of the ring eating a hot dog, not even facing the competitors. Sonya felt her opponent's breath on her neck. He went right back to making out with her as she laid there in the humiliating position, for what felt like an eternity.

Her opponent kept her hands tightly pinned as he kissed her mouth, his tongue greedily lapping at and manipulating hers. He pulled back, looking her in the eye as she summoned the strength to buck and struggle to no avail; she yanked at her wrists, but he kept them fastened to the floor. She tried to free her legs, but even when she unwrapped one of his grapevines, he recollected the leg and trapped it. He bucked his hips, his cock grinding from her belly down to her womanhood.

As he kept her in control with his strength, he lowered his head and licked her nipples. Though separated by the stretchy material of her uniform, she cringed and struggled at the feeling of his mouth on her stiff milk duct. Hard enough to be visible, he sucked one, then the other, the nylon following his mouth then snapping down. He collected and pinned both her arms with one hand, driving home how helpless she was. Turning away as he looked her in the eye, Sonya was kissed on the neck and cheeks as he fondled her breasts with his hand.

"Titty twister," he whispered in her ear then licked it as he called his attack.

"Don't!" Sonya whispered back, but shut her mouth as he pressed his face to hers and licked her lips as she tried to avoid another humiliating kiss. She braced for the sting as his fingers wound around her nipple; he went intentionally slowly as she anticipated it. He pinched and twisted her nipple, then went back to caressing it in his palm and kissing her tender face.

When she thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. Her arms were suddenly tugged behind the small of her back, and he released the grapevine on her legs. Sitting on his knees, he held her with back arched and legs spread, his manhood pressed against her vagina. He thrusted subtly, but it certainly conveyed the message; she was his bitch for as long as she was in the ring. He leaned forward, and murmured something. "I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you." Sonya looked up at him, wondering what he could possibly have in store. He leaned forward, putting his face between her breasts, and shook his face back and forth. "Brbrbrbrbrbrbrb." He motorboated her big, perky breasts while he kept her pinned in a missionary position. Dry humping her with his face in her breasts, he shook his face, his tongue licking as he made sophomoric sound-effects.

Sonya rolled her head back, fighting back a scream as he performed the coup de grace on the one sided match. When he was finished teasingly motorboating her d-cup tits, he laid into her, sucking her nipples then giving her one final kiss on the mouth. Sonya worried the situation would never end; he was too strong, clearly horny, and had no intention of letting her go. Utterly defeated, she squirmed and bucked as he enjoyed every single second of sexually conquering her.

However, the referee, noticing nothing else unusual about the pin, realized her shoulders were down for several seconds. The whistle blew. The ref called the match there. "Win by pinfall," the ref announced, having finally turned and looked at the match. Sonya breathed a sigh of relief. Her opponent, however, didn't let go. She squirmed to get free, when he suddenly picked her up, keeping her pinned against him. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her hands were still pinned as he held her by the small of her back. He gave her a pat on the ass before putting her down.

Sonya stood there as the ref raised her opponent's hand, before she walked off the stage, grabbing her bag. Her friends were no longer present; they probably left to get a smoke outside. At least they hadn't seen the way the match ended. She turned one last time to look at her opponent; he gave her a wink and blew her a kiss. Sonya fought the urge to throw a shoe at him, or cry.

Wrestling clearly wasn't for her after all.

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In the alleyway behind the gymnasium, Sonya's opponent laid in a pool of rainwater stained red. The C.E.O. of N.A.I.L., a blonde, 6'4" woman with red lipstick and a particularly angry visage cracked her knuckles, stepping forward and giving the perverted grappler another swift kick to the side. She grabbed the front of his shirt and decked him, tearing his collar and sending him flying into a dumpster, denting the thin metal. She stepped forward and landed a few more withering shots from her hands and feet.

Sonya's opponent whimpered, desperately trying to shield himself. What the hell?! She's a chick! How can she possibly be this strong?!

Nadia's regulators, a pair of men in black track-suits, clapped enthusiastically at the thorough ass kicking she'd dealt him.

"Goddamn, Nadia. You pushed his shit in."

"He'll think twice before he fucks around in our ring again, that's for sure."

Nadia couldn't even hear her hired hands; fuming with rage at the man's transgressions in the ring, she punted him a few more times for good measure. "If my organization is sued for what you've done, we might go under. Did you consider that for a second, you little shit?" Nadia pressed her heel down on the slim wrestler's chest as he pleaded for mercy. She didn't particularly care that Sonya had been molested in the ring; other people's problems were beneath her. However, losing money mattered quite a bit to Nadia; money made the world go round, after all, and criminal negligence charges would land her thoroughly in the red.

"Alright, guys, I'm done with him. Kick his ass until his legs don't work, then find the ref, tell him he's fired, and kick his ass too."

"You got it, boss." Her men chortled darkly as they approached the beaten man, getting ready for round two.

Her men set to work eagerly as Nadia turned away. She heard a few dull thumps and shouts of agony from the wrestler as her accountant sidled up to her. A tiny young woman, she habitually scribbled in her note-pad. Looking up at Nadia, the young woman spoke up. "Ma'am, it is true that if the contestant, Sonya, sues, we'll lose the majority of our money. However, I have a proposal."

"Spit it out quick, or you'll be my sparring partner. Jiu-Jistu in a concrete parking lot won't be fun." Nadia hissed.

Terrified (but intrigued by) the idea of getting a head-scissor from her boss, the accountant quickly blurted her idea. "Well, the audience responded rather positively to the match; sex and sadism sell really well. If we can rent a more private venue, hire a camera-man, change the rules to encourage sexual content, and sell the videos in an online store...we might net way more profit than we're making on entry, ticket, and equipment fees."

Nadia raised her eyebrow, startled by the stroke of genuine genius. "Huh. Mixed sex wrestling... Now there's an idea."

Fin.

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I figured I'd add that last part for the sake of justice, along with continuity. Let me know if you want a sequel.

Have a good one!

Last edited by nailtime; 16-Aug-17 at 08:07.
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