Shock
to the System (Part 2)
I am Charlie, an 18 year old on his mid
term break. I came home to my sisters’ pool party to be shocked by what I saw.
Becky and her friends were arm wrestling and roped me into their match. Becky
had been working out, she is muscular as hell. Needless to say, she beat me
easily. But then so too did her 3 friends, including a damn 14 year old. If
that’s not bad enough, they then made me wrestle them all. This is what
happened…
(Continued from Shock Part 1)
I turned to face the girls. Surely they
were joking, they had their fun, why did they want to wrestle me? I looked at
the 4 of them, stood as though they were waiting for a gang fight. My sister
with the bulging biceps, Belinda towering over the others, tiny Jenny, and the
scrawny Jane. 2 of them looked like they would be a breeze to defeat, but they
had beaten me at arm wrestling. I laughed to myself, what was I thinking. I was
the older guy. Sure, the girls were strong, but at wrestling, they couldn’t
beat me. Half of wrestling is in the mind, so I figured that I better shed this
coward, weakling image and put across my confidence (even if it didn’t exist in
reality).
“Right, which one of you girls is first
to receive a beating?” I shouted at the group. There was a pause then laughter.
The girls then went into a huddle, choosing what the order would be. Seemed
like I was going to have to wrestle them all.
After a minute or so Becky stepped
forward. In her bikini, she tensed her body to show off her muscular
development. “Right Charlie my dear brother, we have decided. You will face
Belinda first, then me, then Jenny, and finally Jane”
This was a good plan on their behalf.
They were putting the big girls first, leaving me tired and drained for the
smaller ones. Even so, I knew that I could beat Jane and Jenny at the very
least.
Belinda stepped forward. As I said
earlier, I used to kind of fancy her. Standing taller than me at 5’11, her long
black hair draped over her shoulders. There was no real muscle definition, but
she looked damn solid. You could just
tell that she was powerful. I decided to take her down, wrestle her on the
floor. I had seen the WWE a few times, and they always said that the best
tactics against a bigger and stronger opponent was to bring them to the floor.
I dived at her legs and grabbed around them in a rugby type tackle. I heaved,
trying to take her off balance, but her legs were like oak trees. I pulled, but
couldn’t take her down. I suddenly felt those huge hands grab my pants. She
lifted me up into the air. I was dangling, like a fish pulled from the sea.
Belinda dropped me hard to the floor. She went to grab me again, but I rolled
clear. I stood back and looked at her as she advanced. What the hell could I
do? She was bigger, heavier and already proved that she had the strength
advantage.
I walked over to Belinda and grabbed her
arms. I don’t know what I was trying to do, but it certainly didn’t work. She
wriggled one arms free, then another, and I was at her mercy. She grabbed me in
a bear hug and lifted me a inch or 2 off the floor.
“Arghhhhh” I groaned as I struggled to
breath. This grip was vice like. Belinda held me up for over a minute, I was
going light headed. As she finally put me down, I staggered over the grass to
the amusement of the girls. Belinda walked over. I put up my arms blindly to
stop her. She grabbed them both and heaved me up and over her shoulder in a
fireman’s carry. I wasn’t built, but still weighed close to 150 lbs, yet
Belinda was lifting me up with ease. I glanced at her pretty face. It was
smiling, not even a hint of strain. There was no way I could perform a hold
like this. Belinda began to spin round, with me still perched over her right
shoulder. Her hand patted my arse playfully as she spun. I was dizzy, but still
aware that I had become aroused. Given my precarious position, it was obvious
to Belinda that I had a hard on. After what seemed like an age, Belinda put me
down. I fell over and again the girls laughed. Belinda was showing off her
power, and the audience loved it. I looked over at the girls, I counted 4 of
them. But there was only 3 before, perhaps I was that dizzy. Before I could
re-count, Belinda had grabbed me again.
“Give him a power slam” shouted a voice
that I kind of recognized.
Belinda obliged. She lifted me into her
arms and scoop slammed me hard to the floor. She was careful not to land me on
my head, but it still knocked the wind out of me. I clambered to all fours. I
felt like I had been attacked by a baseball bat wielding gang. Instead, I had been
pummeled into a heap by a 16 year old girl.
I decided to give up, but I couldn’t
draw breath to speak. I put out my hand to stop Belinda, but she just hauled me
up once more. This time I was hoisted into her arms again. A back breaker left
me motionless on the grass. Belinda stepped onto me with one foot. Someone ran
across and counted to 3. I couldn’t even move. She had beaten me, pinned me
with one foot in a total humiliation.
Belinda helped me up. I fell onto her
and she supported me. My face lay next to her breasts.
“Well, that was rather easy Charlie, are
you ok?”
I nodded, still not able to muster a
word. Then that familiar voice came again, but this time I shook as I recalled
who it was. It was my mom
“Belinda, put him down on that bench
over there” she said
My heart sank; surely she hadn’t seen
the whole thing? Maybe she would save me from further losses
“Mom, hi, I erm, fell over” I claimed
My lie did not work, she HAD seen it all
“Don’t be stupid. I saw how you just got
beat up by Belinda. You should be ashamed of yourself” she scoffed
I was ashamed, I was praying that she
would stop this right now
“Right, you girls, leave Charlie
alone….. for a few minutes, let him get his breath….. I don’t want him to have
an excuse when he losses to his sister”
The girls all cheers then ran across the
yard doing cartwheels, leaving me alone with my mom
Mom looked at me, I looked away
“Charlie, what the hell are you
thinking?” she said
“I know mom, I am sorry, I shouldn’t be
picking fights with girls” I replied
“I don’t mean that, I mean why on earth
would you choose to fight Belinda and Becky, you should be able to tell by
looking at them that they are a lot stronger than you are” came her reply
I was hurt. No, not the physical pain
inflicted by Belinda, but the fact that my mom thought my little sister was
‘way stronger’ than me.
“Well, I guess I learned my lesson, I
better go” I said
Mom stopped me, “No way, you started
this, you better finish it. You promised Becky a match, then you may leave.”
Mom went into the house. I had to
wrestle Becky, so I figured I would do it now, before mom could return and see
it. I shouted over to Becky.
Becky marched over. Man, she looked
huge. She stood looking at me. My little sister had grown to my height but had
bulging muscles. She looked as if she was going to destroy me.
Becky put her hand in the air, “Mercy?”
she challenged
I had always been good at this. I
remember making Becky cry once years ago, bending back her fingers. I knew I
was about to pay. I gingerly put my hand up. We locked fingers and she began to
squeeze. I offered little resistance and dropped to my knees, letting out a
scream. Mom came running out to watch the match.
“Mercy, Mercy” I shouted
“I can’t hear you” mocked Becky”
“Mercy, you are breaking my hand” I
squealed
Becky let go, the girls, and my mom
cheered. I shook my hand frantically.
“Right big brother, I already showed you
that my biceps are stronger than yours” she said as she flexed her amazing
baseball biceps at me.
“And I just confirmed that I have
stronger hands and more powerful forearms” again, she flexed her arms
“And now, I am going to show you that I
am superior in every single muscle group” she laughed as she tensed up her 6
pack abs
“Why don’t you flex big brother, show me
how you compare?” she mocked as the girls laughed. I was angry, I lunged at
Becky and grabbed her round her head. I had her trapped in a headlock, perhaps
she wasn’t going to win after all. I was just about to tease her verbally when
I felt her hands lock around my waist. She lifted me briefly, causing me to
loose my grip. Becky threw me to the floor. She jumped onto me, pinning me fast
to the floor. Her hands pinning mine, I couldn’t move.
“Right, lets show you how hard my abs
are” she said sternly
She leaned over my face. She still had
my hands pinned and she tensed her abs and began to do push-ups, with the
washboard banging hard into my face with each rep. I had a hard on now, it felt
awful but I couldn’t even move to try and hide it. The ‘audience’ must have seen.
Becky finally got up after her 30th
push up. I lay motionless. I had just been pinned while she did reps, how
embarrassing was that? And no, I had to wrestle her with a hard on. And looking
at her now, all pumped up, sweating, it was only going to get worse.
“And now Charlie, time to feel how
strong my legs are” she said with menace. I knew what she meant and I made a
run for it. There was no way I was going to allow her to scissor me. Not only
would it be the ultimate humiliation, but I thought it might cause me to, well
you know what I mean.
I made it round the corner of the house,
I looked back, I was clear. Then suddenly, bare footed, my mom was after me. I
sprinted across the front garden, I glanced back again, she was gaining on me.
I put my head down and sprinted with my all, suddenly I was jumped on. My legs
gave way and I was once more pinned to the floor. Only this time, it was by my
MOM!
“Didn’t know I did track and field at
high school did you son?” she said breathing hard
“What?” I exclaimed.
Mom had never, ever seemed athletic
“Yes, I held the district record for the
sprint, and the triathlon” she boasted
“TRIALOTHON!!!!” I shouted?
“Yep” she replied
“But, tria-thletes always have big”
“MUSCLES???” She complete my sentence
With that she flexed her right arm. An
elongated, but solid looking bicep popped up. I was in shock, I had never seen
her muscles before.
“Surprised son? Perhaps now you
understand where Becky gets her athleticism. I used to be the arm wrestling
queen at high school. Even beat your dad a few times. I haven’t trained for a
few years, but since Becky has been getting fit, I figured that it wouldn’t
hurt to dust off the old weights” she explained
I was in awe. My mom had muscles; man
she could probably beat me at wrestling. Maybe even my dad. She allowed me to
get up. I couldn’t escape. I returned to the back yard to face the flexing
Becky.
“Ha Ha, going somewhere brother?” she
laughed
She shook her leg and tensed it up. Man,
it was striated, like a competitive bodybuilder. If her arms and abs had been
too much for me, then the legs were in a different league. I looked down at my
own pins. What a contrast.
I ran over, and dived at Becky, knocking
her over. I had my chance. I locked my legs round her waist and squeezed with
all my might.
“How do you like this Becky?” I shouted
at her before looking at her pink face. Only it wasn’t pink. It was laughing. I
tried to squeeze harder but it wasn’t even making her flinch
“Want me to show you how it’s done?
Firstly, you need muscles” she laughed
With her hands, she grabbed my legs and
easily pulled them off her. Quick as a flash, she had spun round, locking her
legs around my waits. I jerked, as she pulled tighter.
“Arghhhhh fuck” I screamed. Again, she
pulled me back and forth in her grip
“Come on Charlie, that doesn’t hurt, I
haven’t even started yet” she winked at me
I was unable to breath, the burning pain
in my waist was something I had not experienced before.
I must have briefly passed out as I
found myself free but lay on the ground. I looked over at the girls. Becky was
flexing her biceps as the other girls congratulated her on her physique. How on
earth would wrestle her? Her biceps were on a par with my quads. I stumbled to
my feet.
“Ready to go bro” chuckled Becky
I gathered my thoughts as the muscle
girl advanced on me. We locked up in a collar tie up. I pushed against her, but
she didn’t budge. With a grunt, she lifted me off my feet, still managing to
maintain the headlock she had gotten on me. She slammed me down face first to
the floor. I tried to move, but she still had my head locked with her arm. Her
muscled forearm was right in my face, I could feel her peaked bicep on my head.
My sister was way stronger than me, and
we both knew it. With a twist of her body, I was once again straddled between
her legs. Her arms held my arms behind me, her leg slowly wrapped around me.
She was beneath me, with me about to be scissored for all to see. She tightened
her muscle quads around my waist. I let out a scream. A high-pitched scream in
desperation. The pain burnt my shoulders form her pulling back my arms, my
waist was trapped in a vice. Not only was my sister more muscled and far
stronger, but she had superior wrestling know how. I was breathless and red
faced,
“OK, you win, arghhhh please Becky”
Becky wasn’t even out of breath. She
shouted to Belinda to come over and take my photograph. I tried to turn my
head, but Becky pulled back hard on my arms until I faced the camera. My
begging and pleading fell on deaf ears. Becky was loving this. Her big brother
at her mercy.
“Ok Miss Muscle, I think he had enough”
came the voice of my mom.
Being saved by her was the ultimate
humiliation, but I was also grateful that it was finally over.
Becky released me and I lay in a heap,
still hurting form that wicked wrestling move.
“Ok girls, fun is over, I am going in to
watch TV, let your brother go rest up” said mom
I could hear the giggles of the 4 girls
as I gingerly stood up. I didn’t even glance back as I made my way to the
house. How would I ever live this down. I was about 5 yards from the door when
Jenny called out to me.
“Where are you going, you have 2 more
matches yet” The giggles rang out once more
I turned to face them,
“Listen, I lost ok, big deal. You freak
want muscles then fine, what do you expect. I won’t lower myself to fight 2
skinny girls. Right now I am pissed off and I might hurt one of you” I shouted
in anger
The giggles that followed just pissed me
off
Jenny wasn’t looking, so against my
better judgment I ran over and took her down hard. I had her winded and pinned.
But suddenly I felt myself being pulled off her. It was Becky and she was mad.
“Is that what you are reduced to? Sneak
attacks, you try that again and I will knock you out” she sneered with menace
Jenny was helped up. She looked shook
up, but real angry. The 5’2 girl stomped towards me. I looked down at her and
laughed. I put up my hands and gripped her slender arms around the bicep area.
I pushed, trying to push her over and make her look silly, but she was
resisting my force. I looked down at her, almost willing her to cave in, but
she looked right back at me. Slowly, she began to tense her arms. The slender
arms began to grow into baseball sized biceps. My grip could no longer reach all
the way round her arms. She may not have been huge like Becky, but man she was
defined. They came from nowhere. With a quick shake of her arms, my grip had
been lost. Her arms now reached around my waist and lifted me a couple of
inches off the floor and flipped me over to land hard on the grass on my back.
I put out my arm to try and stand up. She wasn’t heavy and I could lift us both
for sure. But she was fast. She grabbed my right arm and before I could adjust,
she had bent it right behind my back in the classic hammerlock. There was no
way she would release the hold, or even let up on the pressure.
“Arghhhh, ok, I give up, please please arghhh
ow ow” I squealed once more
A huge cheer went up from the girls as
Jenny let me go. I was in disbelief. Becky and Belinda I could accept, but Jenny?
This was too much. I was almost in tears. But I was quickly snapped back to
reality as Jane came forward. Only 14, 5’6 and thin. She looked like she would
struggle to fight her way out of a wet paper bag. We started to grapple. Jane
tried hard, but I was too big for her. For once t was me who had the advantage
and managed to push Jane to the floor. I sat on her. She was now at my mercy, it
was my turn to make a girl suffer. I was going to enjoy this. I grabbed her
thin arm and began to bend it back, just like her friend Jenny had done to me. She
began to resist. As I pulled back on her arm, she stopped me. I grabbed her
with both hands and began to pull. Maybe it was the encouragement of her friends,
or the thought of beating me, but she pulled her arm free of my grip and began
to push up. With me sat on her, she straightened her arms out. I tried to stop
her, I pulled frantically at her arms, but they had locked in place. I grabbed
round her upper body, pulling, trying to make her fall, but she wasn’t budging.
Before I realized her plan, it was too late, I was gasping for breath and she
had succeeded in wearing me out. I rolled off her and crawled over to the
patio. I was running from a 14 year old. Jane was up and after me. She leapt
through the air and grabbed me, pulling us both into the pool. I made a mad
swim for the edge, but Jane had grabbed me from behind. She was trying to pull
me under. I tried to fight her off, but in the water, she had the strength. With
her on my back, pulling me down, I went under. I made the surface momentarily, and
grabbed some air, before being pulled under again as she held me under. I was trapped,
and in fear of drowning so I tapped frantically on her arms to let her know I gave
up. She allowed me above the surface,
“Say it, tell them” she screamed
“Ok, you win you win Jane” I gasped
Jane swam to the edge and climbed out of
the pool while I swam to the shallow end and tried to catch my breath. I looked
up just in time to see Belinda dive into the pool beside me. I was spent, and had
no hope of defending myself from the powerful Belinda. She went under the water
and grabbed my legs. I tried to resist but it was hopeless. Belinda emerged from
her under water stint with my shorts in her hand.
“Look at this girls” she shouted as she waved
the dark blue shorts in the air
Belinda walked off with the shorts. Growing
cold I had no choice but to emerge naked. The laughter was intense as were the cruel
comments form the 4 victorious girls. I cupped myself and side stepped across the
yard.
“Watch them seagulls” shouted Jenny
“Enjoyed the wrestling then?” laughed Belinda
I went into the house. At last the nightmare
was over. I began to cry. 4 girls, all beating me up. Was I really such a wimp?
I made my way up stairs but stopped halfway. I heard a male voice similar to mine,
shouting form the bedroom,
“Ow ow, please you are too strong” came the
voice
I was horrified; the girls had been taping
it? What if my friends saw the tape?
Forgetting my nudity, I ran up the stairs
and burst into the back bedroom. Instead of a tape recorder or video camera, I was
amazed by what I saw. My dad was pinned to the floor in his boxer shorts. My mom
had him pinned one handed while flexing with her free arm. It was him who had been
begging. Mom turned round and smiled as she saw me.
“Like father like son eh? “ She mocked
But was she talking about the fact we both
got beat up by the women of the family, or the fact that both of us were aroused
right now?