Danielle, Session Two.
by The " T.K.O Kidd " teddesio@hotmail.com
ribs are spared, but the punishiment is prolonged...


Danielle, Session Two.

I considered these sessions with Danielle fantasy, and fun matches, allowing
some differences with her serving me up with three broken ribs in our first
session together while applying a brutal scissors with her thick muscular
thighs. Danielle's thighs were heavily laid with pads of thick muscles that
pulsated, and ripple with definition as she would walk about. Danielle's
calves were smooth, hard, and cut with a V, that gave her calves a smooth
sharp as iron appearance. Dangerous legs ? You bet Danielle had them, and from
what I had heard of her with her being a mental health therapist; that she had
cleared quite a few male patient's minds right up.

Men, patients, who had fantasies like myself. Fantasies of being squeezed to a
pulp while lying between the pair of most awesome thighs a woman of five foot
eleven could ever dream of possessing. Danielle's legs were not only a
desirable assett of hers, her arms, along with her iron plated chest that
streached tightly with well defined strirated muscle, just above her pleasent
breasts displayed her awesome upperbody structure. Danielle's arms were hard,
and solid, being well cut, and defined; having a thick layer of muscle beneath
her tanned flesh. The hardness of Danielle's arms did not do away with the
soft silky touch of her womanly flesh. Oh yes Oh Danielle did feel every bit
of a woman to your touch, but don't be fooled for a second by her blazing long
brunette hair, and her eyes that could appear gentle, and inviting; cause
Danielle's body was used for purposes of executing therapys in her clients
lives, clients that wanted their minds cleared of their fantasies of being
dominated by stronger women.

Before going into my second session with Danielle, I had asked her if she
offered this service of wrestling for pleasure to men who were not her
outpatients, in which she replied that she did not for the reason that she did
not want men to be pleasured by her body in such a way as holding to a
fantasy. Danielle's purpose was to clear up these mens minds; not to feed
their fantasies. I also teased Danielle about her statement, and said, " Oh,
but leave my ribs be young lady, and you'll have a very difficult time curing
me of this dreaded decease of being a schmoe... " Danielle then laughed at my
male bravery, and replied, " Oh little Derrick, I don't think so, and yes my
friend I will leave your ribs, and body in tact, but I will make you scream
louder, cry harder, and beg me like a mothers child to stop spanking you. "

Spanking ? I knew what Danielle was talking of, she was not talking of a
litteral turn me over her knee spanking, even though she had just now
introduced that fantasy into my mind. But Danielle was speaking of a severe
spanking that she was going to give me in this next session coming up here
shortly. I knew full well how strong Danielle was, and I knew how good of a
wrestler she was. Danielle was quick as a cat, in her movements about the
floor during her matches. Danielle would move into her opponents quickly
drawing them into painfull full nelsons while having them face first into the
carpet, and all in the mean while forcing her strong hardened muscle plated
body untop of them, taking them beneath her sliding them roughly across the
carpeted floor face first.

Danielle allowed me the privilege of viewing some video tapes of hers in these
sessions with her clients before coming into this session coming up between
us; hoping I would take the footage of the videos seriously. Oh I did as I
watched these men cry, and beg in tears, as Danielle took them from one side
of the room, and beat them mercilessly to the other side, pounding into them
with some of the most devastating wrestling manuevres I've ever seen. One in
paticular really scared me when she had this man in a camel clutch, a man that
was just as tall as her at 5'11", and probaly a man that outweighed her by ten
to fiftteen pounds, but the man was nowhere in muscle mass as Danielle
possessed, and was obviously the weaker of the two. I watched the vid, and
watched the man begin to struggle in vain trying now to gain some advantage on
Danielle, but his feeble attempts took him nowhere. Danielle was just too
awesomely strong, and overpowered him easily. It was when the two hundred, and
something pound man came in towards Danielle breathing heavily, and sweating,
and it could be seen in his eyes that he was definately scared of Danielle,
and was now beginning to fight back, trying desperately to avoid anymore
punishiment that Danielle had poured out to his exhausted beaten body.

Well as the man tried so desperately to take Danielle down to the floor when
rushing her, he caught her full knee into his midesection letting out a loud
groan of anguish, as he fell curling up upon the carpeted floor now clutching
his torn stomach in pain. The man was in tears crying heavily while hurting
something terribaly, but as the man pleaded for mercy, and for the session to
end, Danielle ignored him, then easily positioned him upon his stomach, then
sat upon the lower part of his back, she then pulled the both of his arms up
over her thighs, as she was in the position of sitting upon him, and trapped
them behind hers while placing her hands beneath his chin, and locking them at
her fingers together tightly. The man screamed in agony as Danielle forced his
head up, and back, and the man had no support to brace himself with his arms
trapped behind Danielle's. The man's entire upperbody was taken from the floor
with Danielle elevating his uppertorso by forcing his head back, and up while
clutching him tightly beneath his chin. I felt fear of my own as I watched
this man's face drawn in tightly, and etched with an unbelievable expression
of pain, I felt that any moment that Danielle was going to forever break this
man of his fantasy, by breaking his back, severing his spine, snapping him
completely in two.

What scared me in an instant of time during my witnessing Danielle having this
man in a backbreaking camelclutch was when I saw a deep expression of severe
man sweep over the man's face. It was if that every muscle fiber, and
cartilege that held his spinal cord together by their discs were straining
heavily, and holding on to dear life to keep his spine from ripping to a
thousand broken shreds of torn muscle, and bone. Danielle then left up on the
man who was left lying on the floor clutching his back in pain, and crying
uncontrollably. The camera faded out with leaving the man twitching, and
jerking violently upon the carpeted floor with his loud sobbing fading away
with the picture.

For some reason though I felt that it was going to take alot more than that to
convince me. I had asked Danielle of that paticular video if the man was
cured, and not too my surprise he was, in fact Danielle had let me know that
the man was so cured that he would tremble from just being in the presence of
a woman. Not did only Danielle cure the man of his schmooness, but she made
him into a complete coward that feared women. Not me though it was never going
to happen to me. It was going to take more than a camelclutch, or even three
broken ribs to convince me, and from Danielle assuring me that she was going
to leave my bones intact, I felt that I was uncurable.

Well there I sat waiting, and prepared in the recreation room of the facility
this time where our session was to be. What Danielle considered it though was
Therapy. Then Danielle came through the opened door as I sat there smiling,
and with her noticing my smile, and anticipation to get into our wrestling
session she said with not so much of a smile across her face, " You maybe
smiling now Derrick, but I will wipe that little grin off of your face real
quick. You know Derrick I may of not told you before, but I hate the idea of
men wanting to be under a woman's control during a combat sport. Men in my
books that desire to be treated in such a way is not far from turning from
women, and becoming little faggots. " I could see that Danielle liked her men
independent strong, and having the idea in their minds that they were to take
the lead role in a relationship, and not the woman. So I guess since Danielle
felt that men should be such a way, that she had found a way to make men, with
the exception of that one man who just turned into a cowardice. Well I guess
Danielle didn't always have successes in her treatment plans.

So the mat was laid, and readied, and I pulled myself from my chair, and stood
before Danielle, who looked gorgeous as ever. Danielle stood several inches
taller than me, with me standing five foot seven. Danielle also had the weight
advantage on me by a good fiftteen to twenty pounds. I wasn't that big of a
guy, and it could be seen from Danielle's and I comparison. Danielle
muscularity was of hard thick muscle that padded her frame well, and to touch
her she felt yet even more awesome. Danielle's skin was soft enough, and
smooth to the touch with its silky texture, but the solidness of her abdomens,
arms, biceps, and thighs, were too much to take in. It was like laying your
hand upon a solid steel plate that was buffed, and having a very smooth
qaulity about it, but yet it was steel tight hard. Danielle flexed her bicep a
few times allowing me to lay my hand over her hard swelling peak, and again
fear filled my heart, but being cured was far from my mind as I touched
Danielle's steel tight bulging biceps.

Then Danielle ended my moment of muscle worship, and told me that it was now
time that we began my lesson, with me replying, " Don't you mean our session

Danielle then returned saying after quickly pulling me into a side headlock,
saying, " No boy, I said lesson ! " The headlock felt somewhat pleasent, and
Danielle could see that her applying the hold was causing me some enjoyment.
That's when the brief moment of my fun during the rest of the entire lesson
ended. Danielle's bicep that was placed across the high part of my cheek
started to swell, and harden up tightly. The peak of Danielle's bicep then
started to dig hard into the side of my face with the sharpness of iron. As
Danielle worked her wrist giving it sharp tugs, and pulls, with her other hand
grasping it, she began grinding that iron ball of a bicep hard into the side
of my face. Pain shot through that side of my face, and I was now beginning to
even feel every nerve that was in my skin, spreading on into the bone of my
cheek burned with intensity. I struggled some to break myself free my
Danielle's excruciating side headlock but found no escape. My attempts were
weak, and feeble, and I could imagine myself at this moment that I was being
manhandled by a bigger bully of a sister, who enjoyed tormenting her much
younger brother who was nothing but a little pest for her to swat down.

I then cried in pain with Danielle twisting, and grinding at my head, and it
felt as though she was about to break my neck, as she gave my head a sharp tug
down- wards, then violently jerked it upwards. " IIeeeaaahhhgggGGG !!! " I
cried loudly, " Pleaseee.. stop.. pleaseee.. ! " Danielle laughed at my baby
like cry, and said, in return, " Don't think so we're far from done baby boy !
" After Danielle made it known to me that it was far from over, she pulled me
roughly over her body taking me down to the mat sideways. My body slammed hard
into the gym mat with a loud thud, and the blow of my body hitting the mat so
hard created great pain, and when Danielle's hardened steelplated structure
fell untop of me crushing almost the very life from me; I felt as though a
skid of five hundred pound plates came crashing down untop of me. I let out a
loud bellowing cry, and an enormous ammount of pain overswept me in a flash, "
IIIeeeaaahhhgggGGG !!! "

There I laid with tears welling up in my eyes, and so quickly Danielle had me
on the verge of tears. My strength was failing me as I tried desperately to
break free from Danielle's side headlock that she still had me in, but now
Danielle was pressing my face heavily into the mat; creating a wicked burn on
my countenance. Danielle then spoke taunting me some as tears were working
their way down the sides of my face unto the mat in a steady flow, as she
spoke in mocking words she said, " So tell me Derrick how close are you to
becoming a little fagboy ? You know Derrick if I fail to bring you to your
senses, and you don't start acting like a real man; that soon you'll find
yourself on the head of some stud's hard cock. "

This was the first time Danielle used such insults, and it made me feel really
bad, and I was losing self esteem really fast. As Danielle continued to work
the side headlock, cranking my head, and neck in her iron tight vicelike side
headlock, I began to sob in humilation, and shame. I had always considered
myself a man, and now this woman was treating me as if I was just a faggot who
deserved getting his ass kicked for choosing such a life style. I refused to
believe that I would ever turn from loving women to performing sexual acts on
men; but Danielle was putting some severe doubt in my mind, and it scared me
beyond reason. I struggled heavily within' myself to push the thoughts out
that Danielle had now driven into me, and then I began to beg Danielle to
release me as I sobbed stinging tears that burnt my cheeks with a soreness
pleading, " Pleaseee... Danielle.. pleaseee.. don't humiliate me this way,, I,
I,, I,,, just enjoy being dominated by stronger women... pleaseee...
AiiiaaahhhgggG ! " Danielle then spoke roughly, and said, " Well that's a
first step, with you admitting that your nothing but a wuss, and less than a
man; but if you don't discover your real inner self you will become someone
that the civilized public will despise. Nobody likes a little cocksucking
faggot, and that's what your on the verge of becoming, if you continue to
enjoy your present state of having women kick the shit out of you ! " For some
reason I knew that Danielle was correct, knowing of straight men, beerdrinking
men who failed sorely in barfights against some women; that these men did
eventually turned their sexual prefferances towards other men. But I still
tried to disspell that horrible thought from my mind, believing that I could
enjoy feeling a woman over power me by beating me simple in wrestling matches.

Danielle this day was going to use wrestling tactics that you might see in a
street style fight with wrestling manuervres, more on the side of big time TV
wrestling. Even though I knew TV proffessional wrestling was fake, I also knew
that the moves in TV wrestling could be performed; even against an unwilling
opponent. With my physical abilities though I appeared to be a willing
opponent to Danielle's manhandling me in such holds, and slams.

Danielle had released me from grinding my face into the mat, and allowed me to
lie upon the mat crying like a spanked little boy who was beaten up badly by
his cruel stepmother.

Danielle then had enough of my whimpering with her leaning over me, and taking
me by the back of my head taking a handful of my hair she pulled me to my
feet. " IiieeaaahhhgggGGG ! " I cried, with a fresh set of tears as Danielle
drug me forcefully to my feet. I thought she was going to rip out a large
portion of my hair, or either taking my head from off of my shoulders ripping
it at the neck. Severe pain shot through my neck as I was now on my unsteady
feet with Danielle forcefully taking me about the mat, pacing about with me as
if I was some trophy, but presenting me to no audience.

Danielle then released my head, and I turned to face her in shame, and tears
begging her, and telling her that there was a possibility of me changing my
attitude towards being a man towards women. Danielle then spoke as she came
towards me, and said while I raised my hands in front of my face for
protection, " Boy, the possibility ? " In finishing, Danielle's arm came up,
and to the far side of my face in a lightning quick speed, with her back
handing me hard across my mouth. A stream of blood shot from my mouth, and my
hands I was using for protection to cover my face did no good as the back of
Danielle's hand broke past them easily. Danielle's backhand smashed so hard
into mine just before smashing me solidly across the mouth, felt as though she
had broken even the bones in my hand. I cried loudly once again before sailing
face first, and head long into the hard floor, reeling me completely off of
the mat, " WhammmMMM ! " My face fell hard into the floor, and I cried loudly
yet again, " IIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGG !!! "

I wasn't sure what to comfort my face or my hand that I thought Danielle had
broken, in which she didn't; but it sure felt broken, as I was now unable to
even pull my fingers into closing my hand into a fist. Oh Danielle was keeping
her promise not breaking any bones, and my punishiment was so sore from her
awesome power that I begged constantly, and tried to avoid Danielle's brutal
attacks on my torn body. But I was far from escaping my punisher as Danielle
would take me about the room from the hard floor back onto the mat in some of
the most painful holds, and moves known to me.

Danielle then pulled me into a fullnelson, and thrusted me forward, and
downward while thrusting her own body with the same momentum into mine taking
me to the mat, and slamming my upperbody, and face into the unrelenting gym
mat. I laid beneath Danielle crying harder than I ever had, and pleaded hard
when realizing that Danielle was now going to take me into the same camel
clutch as she did with the man in the video I watched. I screamed in horror,
as I found Danielle now in the sitting position on my back, and pulling my
arms up over her thighs. " Pleaseeeeee... Oh Danielle... don't... " But my
cries fell helpless as Danielle completed the task so easily locking my arms
behind hers with her locking her fingers together after placing her hands
beneath my chin.

The man in the film was much bigger than me, and I could see where he might of
had the chance to endure the hold; but myself I knew I was finished, if not
soon broken in two at the core of my spine. I screamed, cried, begged, and
pleaded like a little girl just wanting a little mercy as Danielle began to
bring my head up while raising my uppertorso in the proccess. "
IIIIIIiiiaaahhhgggGGGGGG !!! pleaseeeeee... stop... stop pleaseeeeee... your
going to break my back,, IIIeeeaaahhhgggGGG

PLEASEEE... STOP IT HURTS... !!! " Danielle then spoke angrily saying, " It's
suppose to hurt wimp ! What did you think this was going to be painless !?!

I cried in pain as I felt my back muscles was tearing at the fibers, and it
felt that every muscle in my back was going to rip into shreds before my back
would finally snap shattering my spine. " IIIIIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGGGGG !!! "
Danielle then spoke saying but this time not so much in anger saying, " Ok
Derrick if you want to become a little fuck toy for other men that's Ok with
me, this session is about to end, and don't worry about how you will get home,
cause you little boy will be spending the night here again cold on the couch,
now lets get ready to say goodnight ! "

Danielle held to the camel clutch, not going to some kind of a sleeper hold,
and my mind was spinning wildly now with fear, and panic; thinking that
Danielle was going to kill me in this devastating hold feeling that my spine
was going to go at any moment. Through the pain, and the severe suffering my
mind started to swirl with an incredible ammount of agonizing pain, and my
eyesight spun with large growing black, and blue blurs; then finally it was
over as I passed out into darkness, more than likely from an overwhelming
ammount of pain that I could not endure any longer, and from sending my mind
into a whirlspin, of shock.

Danielle did keep her promise by leaving my skeletal frame intact, but left my
body bruised, and battered badly to the point that it had taken me several
weeks to recover from the beating Danielle had given to me. But after fully
recovering I was ready for a third session, and the fear of becoming a little
queer was far from my mind realizing I still had the taste for pain
administered by a strong woman's strength. But I had a scarey feeling, more
like frightening that the third session with Danielle might be the convincing
one !

The end

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