Wrestled to Submission -- by A. P. (NC-17) Email: a.person@iname.com Feedback: Love to get some - at the addy above! Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, the whole X Files bunch - they ain't mine. Just using 'em for my own gratification! No offence intended! No money made! Etc. etc. Of all the places where she might have ended up, of all the seedy backstreet bars, sex clubs, and _other_ establishments, this had been the last place that she'd expected to find herself. Damn him to hell and back anyway. God, but he could be an arrogant sonofabitch sometimes! She could still see his face, mouth open, eyes wide, like a puppy dog just scalded by its mistress. Which, she suspected, was how he sometimes liked to fantasise about her, certainly if his reaction to her admonitions over the Resperday case were anything to go on. She found a table near the back, up on the outer promenade that circled the small stadium, somewhere, she hoped, that she could go relatively unobserved. Fat chance, Dana. I mean, what kind of a dumb shit move was this anyway? All around the rope-cordoned ring, men were swilling back beer and urging the two female wrestlers to commit all manner of obscenities against one another, most of which revolved around various penetrative acts related to the vagina and anus. Scully looked around interestedly. Fortunately, the sight of two naked women groping and fondling one another with extreme savagery seemed to be keeping them occupied. I should have brought Mulder, she thought, allowing a smile to play across her lips. A waitress came over to her and stood waiting for Dana to order something. Scully studied the young girl for a moment; tall, dyed blonde hair with dark roots becoming embarrassingly evident, thin, not emaciated like so many of the young girls that she saw, but slightly under-nourished. She had small breasts, but nice legs to compensate. With just a little attention, Scully thought, she could be quite pretty. "So, whaddya want?" the girl asked, chewing frantically on a large blob of Wrigleys. "Tequila," said Scully immediately. "You want some ice and lemon with that?" "Just ice." "Be right with ya." The girl hurried off towards the bar. Scully leant forwards, interlacing her hands and resting her elbows on the tabletop, to support her chin as she studied the frenzied activity that was taking place in the ring. One of the two girls, the tall and impossibly well-endowed blonde (billed as "Amazonia", according to the poster Scully had seen at the door) had her legs locked around the young brunette's neck from behind. She'd hooked her arms around one of the corner posts, using them to gain enough leverage to twist the girl's body over on her side. Their naked bodies were shiny with glistening sweat, and the whole room was filled with the smell of sex, female and male. She hardly noticed the girl put the drink down in front of her. Instead, Scully was considering what tactic Casey, the cute brunette, who was, allegedly, a 16 year old cheerleader, would use to break Amazonia's hold. Both of her hands were free, although she was using them to try and relax the big woman's suffocating grip, but it seemed to Scully that her best opportunity lay in using her feet. If she could just get herself on her back again, she would be able to use Amazonia's strength against herself, to anchor herself while she bent her supple body at the waist, and kicked her feet over her head right into Amazonia's face. A single blow would be enough to break the other woman's grip, and then ... The referee had finished counting, and a bell rang. Casey was out of the contest. Down for five. Scully sighed with disappointment, and picked up her drink. She watched the two women climb to their feet, and then shake hands. At that moment, a chorus of obscenities and cat calls rose up from the audience. The racket continued for almost a minute, before the girls finally took a bow, and then embraced one another in a very friendly hug. To the obvious delight of the crowd, they proceeded to indulge in a very long open mouthed kiss, all the while running their hands over each other's bodies. Dana found herself unable to take her eyes off the spectacle, at one point even joining in with the jeers of encouragement from the audience. Finally, the cheers and shouts died down, and the referee took centre stage. He held up his hands for silence, and the audience obediently obeyed. Holding the microphone up to his mouth, he reported, "I declare the winner Amazonia ... The Amazon Wrestling Wonder Woman!" Cheers and more cat calls followed, as the referee held up the black woman's arm, twirling her around so that the audience could get a really good look at her sweaty, naked, body. In her relatively secluded corner, Scully allowed her hand to stray between her thighs, gently massaging her sex through the layers of material that already felt damp. She thanked herself for choosing the dark grey. "Ladies and gentlemen," the short referee continued, a grin right across his Charlie Chaplin face, "tonight is a very special night. Tonight is ..." He gestured with his hands again, indicating that the audience should finish the sentence for him. "... Challenge night!" they all wailed in unison. "Yesiree," he agreed with a wolf-like wail, "it surely is. And, as you all know, challenge night is the opportunity for one of your lady friends to take on the winner, for the first prize. Which is?" He urged them on again. "A thousand big ones!" they cried, drunkenly. The referee started a circuit of the ring, staring into the audience, frantically looking for a likely female candidate. Frantically looking for a female, in fact. The audience went quiet. And then his eyes fell on Dana Scully, who had tried to push herself into the shadows. They all looked around, like hounds on the scent. "And seeing as how you seem to be the only lady present tonight, ma'am," said the referee, as he stepped down from the ring and made his way towards where Scully was sitting. She shook her head, and waved him away with her hand. "Thanks for the opportunity," she said, "but I'm strictly a spectator." Her comment caused a chorus of "Shame!" from the audience. "Aw, come on, Ma'am," he was almost at her table now, beaming an irritating clown-like grin at her. "You look like a lady who knows how to take care of herself." I do, thought Scully, and taking care of myself means not wrestling naked in front of a crowd of horny men. Her right hand moved to the Sig holstered in her belt although, in truth, she didn't believe the man presented a threat. The situation, however, might. "Ben Brentford," he said, holding out his hand, "but my friends call me 'Big Ben'!" Scully studied his diminutive stature for a few seconds, before replying, "I can see why." "And you are?" He held the radio microphone under her nose. Dana let out a short sigh, and shook her head with amusement. "Just on my way out." Again the crowd murmured their disappointment, although they seemed to be reasonably well under control. Scully relaxed a little. Ben laughed, and the audience laughed with him. "I don't think you want to do that do you?" he asked, jokingly. "You're right," she agreed. He's right, but something else isn't. //Jesus _Christ_, What the hell are you saying, Dana?// "So, come on, ma'am, what name will you be competing under?" He leant towards her, and covered the microphone with his hand. "Anonymity completely assured." She stared at him, before taking the microphone, and rising to her feet. "Alright then ... Tonight," she announced, "'G Woman' challenges Amazonia for the grand prize!" The audience exploded with enthusiasm, raucously applauding her, as Ben led her slowly down from the table. //Scully, are you completely out of your _fucking_ mind?// *************************************************************************** She felt more than a little intimidated, as the all-male audience yelled their appreciation, greeting her appearance with a barrage of cat calls and cheers. Intimidated, but amazingly turned on. Standing up there, in the middle of the ring, completely naked, surrounded by men whose cocks were swelling in their pants - it was just incredible! Her cunt was slick with lubrication - her sex juice dribbling down the insides of her thighs in torrents - and her clit was fully erect, thrusting out from its sheath and glistening beneath the harsh arc lamps. Scully felt ready for anything. At that moment she'd have been happy to just lie down on her back, spread her legs, and have every guy in the audience walk up and fuck her in turn. Maybe she would do that - after she'd sorted out this Amazonia bitch! Ben drew the two women together in the ring, taking each of them by one arm. "The rules are quite simple," he explained, holding their arms up. "There aren't any. Five rounds. Anything goes. Anything." He stepped back, and produced a whistle from his pocket. "Ladies to your corners, please." He held up his wrist and counted down the seconds on his wristwatch. "Five. Four. Three ..." he held the whistle to his lips, and blew sharply. Almost at once, Amazonia launched herself across the ring, kicking out against her post with her left leg and flinging her arms around Scully's waist, sending the other woman crashing to the ground. Dana winced, as her shoulder made contact with the thin layer of padding that had been laid haphazard over the hardwood floor. Amazonia moved with the speed of a cat, sliding her body up Scully's, hooking her feet around the insides of Dana's ankles and reaching out to clamp her wrists in a powerful grip. Taken completely by surprise, Dana tried to arch her back, in an attempt to throw the taller woman off balance, but all she succeeded in doing was getting a faceful of firm tit, as Amazonia transferred the grip of Scully's left wrist to her right hand, so that she was now holding both the woman's wrists tightly together in her own, impossibly large, grasp. She pincered Scully's left thigh between her own and began rubbing her clit hard against it. "You like that, doncha, you little fuck slut!" she growled into Dana's ear. "You like to be fucked and used like a little tramp!" The sensation of Amazonia's thick juices smeared into her sweat was sending her into spasms of excitement, and Scully could only groan and pant in reply. "You gonna fight," she grunted, "or just get yourself off?" The audience were loving it, yelling their appreciation and encouragement, most of which appeared to be focused on what Amazonia could do with her free hand. Finding the woman's strength almost inconceivable, Scully started running some scenarios through her mind. Amazonia was strong, of that she had no doubt, and her larger size and musculature gave her an obvious advantage. On the other hand, Scully knew some vital anatomical details, and, given the opportunity, she could use a strategic blow to temporarily incapacitate her, even kill her, if the situation demanded it. Her attacker kept the naked FBI agent pinioned beneath her, hands clamped above her head, legs spread. She reached down with her free hand, and cupped Scully's left breast, kneading and squeezing it as if it were a piece of dough. Satisfied with the mauling she had inflicted, she grinned, and then took hold of the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, pinching it between her nails. Scully let out a yelp as the pain shot through her, while Amazonia continued to pull and pinch at the now sore teat. As they struggled and writhed on the sweat-dampened mats, Amazonia's lips found Scully's, and she kissed her, forcing her tongue into the woman's mouth, at first finding resistance, and then feeling Dana's body relax a little beneath her. This was enough to prompt Amazonia to withdrew her lips, and to whisper into her ear. "Give it up, amateur," she said, her hot breath singeing the woman's soft ear lobe with its venom. "Throw in the towel now, before you _really_ get hurt." Scully cried out with shock, as Amazonia's finger and thumb found her clit, and squeezed hard. Really hard! "If you ever wanna come again," the woman sneered, "you'd best give it up right now!" "Bitch!!" Scully twisted her body slightly, enough to throw the woman ever-so-slightly off-balance, and force her to let go of her clit. She brought her thigh up hard between Amazonia's legs, pushing her up and to the side. With strength that she didn't know she had, she managed to break the grip on her wrist. This freed her hand to grab Amazonia's long blonde hair. Once she had a grip she had no intention of letting go, she continued to apply leverage between the woman's thighs, tearing at her hair and, now, biting her ear. Amazonia felt the flesh tear as Dana's teeth dug deeper and deeper. She trashed her arms about, trying to get a grip on something, but Scully continued applying pressure, pushing and twisting, slowly levering her body off of her. With a sudden flip, she had the woman over n her back. Now it was her turn, and she wasted no time. She threw herself on top of Amazonia chest, pinning her to the ground, and taking both of her huge breasts in her hands. She crushed them mercilessly between her fingers, digging her nails into the soft flesh, and drawing tiny specks of blood. The blonde screamed for mercy. "No, don't! Don't mark my breasts, please ..." Scully grinned maliciously. She leant down and whispered in the woman's ear, "Ready to call it quits, or do you want my autograph on your tits?" "Cow! Bitch! Whore!" Dana started to rake her fingernails down her breasts, scraping and tearing at the soft flesh. The audience yelled and cheered their appreciation, urging her on. "Well? !!" Amazonia slapped the ring with the palms of her hands. The referee blew his whistle. "Afterwards," Scully panted, a few drops of saliva dripping from her mouth onto Amazonia's lips, "we're gonna talk about what I like, and how you can please me. That OK with you?" She nodded frantically. "Good." Scully stood up, and raised her hands above her head. She clasped them together in a sign of victory, and let out a shout of "Yeeees!" The audience cheered and wailed and yelled, and some of them started getting their cocks out. Scully grinned. It sure was going to be a damn long night. The End A.P. ____________________________________________________________ "Why did you do that?" asked the scholar. "Because it would lead you to ask me why," replied the teacher. Home Page: http://www.angelfire.com/pe/rson/