Poetry in session.
by The " T.K.O Kidd " teddesio@hotmail.com
What if the scissor victim was a poet... ?


Poetry in sessions.

Oh I thought that when I had met Danielle for my first ever wrestling session,
that it was going to be pure heaven. Oh Danielle, goddess of steel thighs of
smoothy silk softness, that can turn to sharpened hardened iron cutting away
at ones abdomen so painfully. Your chest so hard above your soft plush
breasts, oh Danielle what pain from suffocation can you administer to a man's
pleading head, when smothering him painfully beneath your iron tight chest.
Your breasts at that time can cause no pleasure as you force my face hard into
your chest with the awesome strength of you sixteen inch biceps.

Please Oh Danielle release me from mine discomfort allow me to breathe once
more freely. What, no mercy ? " You oh Danielle decides to pull me within'
your fearsome thighs to create even more joyless moments ? " " Please no
Danielle, I can't take no more, pleaseee... " As she squeezes with her python
killer thighs ever so slowly my breath escapes me while tears fill my eyes. My
stomach muscles begin to lose all resistance, and can no longer put up a
defence against Danielle's muscle laidened thighs that grip my stomach like an
iron vice. I beg more mercy, and in a steady flow of tears I plead, " Oh
Danielle no more, no more pleaseee... I can't take no more... "

But Danielle refuses to listen to my pathetic empathys. I beg loudly, but she
only laughs at my weakness, and taunts me as I begin to feebly strike at her
hardened iron like thighs trying to find escape, " Oh whats the matter little
man, are we just to weak of a little guy ? It will do you no good, try as hard
as you might, but you will not find no way to escape these ribcrushing thighs,
oh you weak pathetic little man, " Oh Danielle says as she pats her hard
swelling thighs. I scream loudly as Danielle's inner thighs press ever so
sorely into my stomach, and into the sides of my body. My body that I once
considered strong has now weakened to soft putty being molded into soft clay,
and compressed into mush between Danielle's muscle laidened thighs. There is
nothing I can do as my tears sting hotly against my cheeks, and now my
breathing, and deprivation of oxygen as taken me to near panic. I want to
scream loudly for help, anyone's help, but there is none as I lie between a
Danielle's boacontrictor like ribcrushing thighs. I only gasp in short, and
quick rythyms, wanting desperately just a short breath of air, but yet the
precious substance is void of my lungs.

My internal organs scream at a high pitch as they burn with a smelting fire,
and it as if they are about to burst from my throat, as Danielle pours out the
ribpunishing scissors without little, or no mercy.

Oh Danielle then only shows but brief mercys as she releases my pain racked
body from her body crushing thighs. I lie there gasping now, and still very
much in pain, and tears as I clutch the sides of my now damaged body. My upper
torso, as well as the lower portion of me trembles, and twitchs in severe
pain. This is nothing I ever dreamed of, my dreams of wrestling a woman of a
muscular structure has now turned into a nightmare, as Danielle pulls my body
in between her dreadfull iron laidened thighs while sitting, and with me
facing her, I plead once again, as I feel her soft silky inner thighs tighten,
and swell, and harden like sharp cutting iron digging even more sorely into my
pain racked body.

" Danielle, oh Danielle, pleaseee... stop... IIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGG... !!! "
Suddenly oxygen leaves my lungs, and my pleads are cut short, as I now try to
just gasp in some air, but as I try to inhale just a little, my chest, and
lungs just so painfully won't allow it. My upper body arcs wickedly back, and
I want to scream, but can't. The pain in my ribs, and abdomen cries even
louder wanting just a small ammount of relief, but finding none. Danielle then
elevates herself some while using her arms, her well muscled laidened arms to
raise her upper body, while supporting herself upon the carpeted floor. Oh
Danielle, then tightens her thighs with a greater force, all in the mean
while, while having her ankles locked together behind me. I feel as though
that any minute now that I'm about to break in two like a dry branch. I feel
as though now that I'm about to die. My mind swirls, and swims with a circling
abyss, and is now deepening into a rushing panic.

Then relief finally comes, but not without three ribs popping loudly, just
before a deep inviting blackness takes my mind, and then I fall into the world
of nightmares, and a deep dark sleep, as my pain racked body reminds me that
I've just been broken like a wiltering man.

Danielle then smiles at me as I lie in my sleep of misery, and says, to me as
I lay in disturbed filled sleep, " When you recover my friend from your broken
wounds, I will appoint for your next session with me. We will break you little
man of your fetish, so in six weeks or so from now you are to be here in my
office, and I expect you not to be one minute late, and just so you know as
your acting therapist this is in your best interest "

The end

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