Title: Scissored Free, part one.
by The TKO Kidd desio@hotmail.com
One woman shares with three of her girlfriends, how she broke her hubby's,,,


Scissored Free, part one.

Samantha, was just finishing up her coffee while chatting with three of her
close girlfriends, Heather, Dawn, and Tiffany, when Heather broke in with a
complaint about her boyfriend's bad habit he had, with tobacco.

Dawn then spoke up asking Heather, "Tobacco, what form of tobacco, are you
talking about Heather?"

Heather then answered telling her friend in some concern, "He smokes, and it
worries me, because he's now smoking over a pack a day."

Dawn then spoke up again saying, "Well isn't that a coincidence, because Ray
is smoking nearly two packs a day himself. A habit i wouldn't mind breaking
him of."

Tiffany then chimed in, "Well i seem to also have a boyfriend who enjoys the
nasty smoke to, but i just don't know how to get him to quit. Really i've
suggested to him numerous times that he should, and even offered to extend him
some financel means, in purchasing some kind of aide that would help him. But
he keeps putting me off on the idea. He saids he'll quit when he's damn good,
and ready. Well if it was up to me, i would like to take him aside some day,
and beat the tar out of him! Teehee, hee,, yeah that's it beat the freakin'
tar, and nicotine right out of him..."

Samatha, then laid her empty coffee cup aside, and said in return to the
girl's, "Well Tiffany you have the right idea, and you other two could be
thinking on the same lines with Tiff here. Beating the crap out of your
boyfriends is a very good idea. If they won't listen to reason, then they
should be punished, if it helps them to give up a bad vice, such as smoking."

Heather then said in return to Samantha saying, "That's real easy for you to
say Sam, but you have a hubby that doesn't smoke."

Samantha smiled in return to Heather, then said, "Yeah, that's right, but the
little guy use to smoke..." Tiffany's eyes then brightened up, and a big smile
broke on her face with her returning to Samantha asking, "And don't tell us
that you had kicked his ass to get him to quit. Did you?"

Samantha giggled at Tiffany, and said, "Well not litterly but i did take him
through some very painful wrestling courses, with adding admonitions, advising
him that if he didn't quit, that i was going to make it even more painful
during our times of wrestling, if he continued to smoke."

Dawn then broke in asking Samantha, "Did it work?"

Samantha smiled again, and laughed a little then said, "Hello, earth to Dawn,
have you been listening? My husband no longer smokes."

Dawn blushed a little for her lack of attention, then said asking Samantha,
"So girlfriend tell us more please?"

Samantha then smiled, and said in reply to Dawn, and the other two girls,
"Really, you want to hear about a crying man, begging, and pleading for me not
to hurt him any more?"

The three girls were now growing with excitement, and almost in unison they
answered Samantha saying, "Yes, yes please do!"

Samantha, then relayed her stories of wrestling Gail, her husband.

"Well it was kind of funny at first. Gail was stubborn, and didn't want to
give up the smoke.. The sessions we had together wrestling would extend
themselfs just a little bit longer each time. When i would make the
suggestions to Gail at first, he would only laugh at me during those periods
of our wrestling, and say something like," "And i suppose that you are going
to teach me that smoking can be hazzardous to my health!?!" "Well, from that
point on Gail began to find out how painful it was to not be able to breathe.
Poor little guy tried to fight it off, but i guess it started to sink in his
little mind, when he felt the compression of his lungs being hard pressed with
his ribcage bowing inward against them, due to my heavy scissorings about his
upperbody..Yes Gail was beginning to see how hazzardous my thighs could be
about him in a scissors. The lack, of breathing, and the fear of something
being broken inside of him, and thankfully there wasn't, was bringing him to
his senses some"

All three girls knew that Samantha worked out on a regular basis, and had
chisled out her physique into a hard muscular structure of female muscle.
Sam's body was nothing short of sheer muscular beauty, with her standing 5'10"
solid, and strong, with thick desirable muscles. Samantha's abs were cut
sharply, and defined as well with a considerable ammount of thickness.

Samantha's legs, and especially her thighs were no exception, but thick with
layers of gorgeous muscles.

The five foot, ten inch blonde known as Samantha, was definately stacked from
neck to toe with layers of gorgeous ripped muscles. Samantha's womanly figure
wasn't tarnished at all by her years of skulptering her female physique, but
every soft part of her, including her breasts had never lost their soft
natural form.

All three girls realised what a woman like Sam, could do to a weaker man in a
wrestling match, and wasn't doubting her story for a moment.

But Tiffany out of interest broke in asking Samantha, "So when did Gail begin
to come to see the error of his ways, Sam?"

Samantha then went on answering Tiffany, "Well it did take some time with
Gail. He would squirm about like a crying little man, hoping that i would
change my mind, and allow him to continue his nasty habit. Oh but Gail found
out how much more he could squirm between my thighs. The poor little guy, i
would almost feel sorry for him, as i would see him weakening between my legs,
with beads of sweat forming on his forehead, just before the tears would
come.. Gail would gasp for air, and plead at those time when he could, giving
me the excuse that he couldn't quit. Well that would be about the time i would
tighten up with these puppies," Samantha said patting her thigh.

Dawn then took a hard swallow as she looked at Samantha's thighs, as they
proceeded from her short skirt. What Dawn saw was two heavily padded thighs
that were thick with solid hard muscles, and knowing what a woman's scissors
can do to a body, having been scissored in a wrestling match against another
woman, made Dawn wince at the thought of what Samantha's thighs could do.

Samantha continued her story, but had slipped into a flashback remembering her
wrestling match that convinced Gail to finally give up the smoking, as if it
was happening at the moment.

"AAArrrhhhggGGG!!!" Gail cried loudly in pain as his wife tightened her thighs
high about his chest squeezing him without mercy, and not allowing her
husband's tears to subside. Gail's breathing was short to nil, with him
gasping in only short breaths. Gail could only manage to take in very little
oxygen now, as ribs were compressing his lungs with extreme pressure applied
by Samantha's strong innerthigh muscles.

Gail felt as though he was about to break at any moment as he struggled to
stay aware of what was going on around him, with his mind fading in, and out,
not desiring to be knocked out cold, One of Gail's phobias was that he feared
tight closed in places.

At the moment with Samantha holding her husband captive, and incarcerated
between her thickened walls of muscles of her innerthighs, Gail felt very
closed in, and his fear grew as he could find no escape from his lovely
tormentor's punishing legs.

What had given Gail so much pleasure before while lying between Samantha's
thighs, were now causing him a great deal of pain. Samantha's legs were solid,
but yet felt silky soft smooth to a hands touch, but Gail was no longer
feeling the pleasure of Samantha's silky smooth flesh. What Gail was now
feeling was the hardened innerthigh muscles of his wife's legs, and all senses
of pleasure of what Samantha's legs could give was now gone. The only feeling
that Gail was now experiencing between his wife's thighs was pain, feeling as
though he was being crushed by a mighty anaconda.

Samantha then said to Gail, as his tears stung his reddened cheeks, "Gail you
don't have a choice now. You my dear hubby will give up the cigarettes or
else, do you understand me!?! Another thing, you won't be defying me with
verbal insults. Honey one thing you might of realised by now, is that i'm
stronger then you, and can really hurt you here between my thighs if i wanted
to. Now Gail, what's it gonna be boy, do we give up the nasty habit of smoking
tobacco!?!" Gail couldn't answer his wife immediately with him now unable to
take in but just a little of the precious substance known as oxygen, and was
nearing the point of totally passing out.

Samantha was thinking that Gail was still being stubborn, not wanting to
answer her, but Gail was thinking only if he could, he was ready to verbalise
his agreement to his wife. Gail was hurting now something terribily, with his
chest filling with fire, and his lungs felt no better pleasure as if some
extreme dry heat was depriving them, of the cool refreshing substance, he now
desperately desired, the free breathing, of cool fresh clean oxygen.

Samantha, then tighten her innerthighs about Gail's chest just a bit more,
reminding him of what she could do, if he didn't answer her soon. Gail's
reddened face, even though it was showing enough pain over it, tightened up
even more, with sharp hardened lines, and his eyes widened some with them now
ready to start bulging from their sockets, revealed what he was feeling
within' his tormented mind, and painracked body.

Dawn winced with fright, as well as the other two girls that were listening to
Samantha describe Gail's expression of pain that etched itself over his
countenance, just before she realised how close she was to knocking her
husband completely out cold, within' her bodybreaking scissors.

Well Samantha didn't break anything in her husband, but was real close to
doing so, before she left up on the pressure about Gail's upperbody.

Samantha, though held Gail tightly enough within' her legs that kept Gail from
going anywhere, as if he really could at this point. Samantha had totally
beaten her husband down with battering him with her legs alone, breaking his
physical stamina within' a matter of less then an hour of wrestling. Gail's
body shook some with short convulsions as he began to recuperate from the
blows his upperbody had taken while his wife had brutally scissored him
within' her battering thighs. Gail though was coming to the point now where he
could speak coherently, and began to talk with some understandable speech now,
but in tears he started crying pleas to his wife, instead of giving her an
answer, "Pleaseee honey, let me go, it hurts, it really hurts,,
Oooowwwaaahhhh..."

Samantha's next intention, and threat of taking her husband out cold in a
final bodycrushing scissors could be seen in her eyes, and at that point Gail
realised her intent, and cried out in loud tears, "OK OK HONEY, WHateever you
WANT, I'LL QUIT, I'LL QUIT! Now pleaseee dear, pleaseeeeee stop, don't hurt me
NO MORE PLEASEEEeeeeee!!!"

Samantha, then unlocked her ankles, and opened her thighs, allowing Gail to
roll limply from between them off to her side. Samantha then raised herself
into a sitting position beside her husband, and watched in some sympathy
towards him as he sobbed heavy tears.

Gail lied on the carpeted floor of his livingroom hugging his upperbody in
discomfort, and sobbed heavily, with his chest heaving in, and out, as he
choked on his tears. Samantha then said to him, "Well now Gail, as you see, i
mean buisness here. When you recover from your hurting, and pouting like a
little baby, you, and i will be going through the house, and disposing of
every pack of cigarettes that you may have stored away."

Well it was about fortyfive minutes afterwards that Gail was able to move
about in some comfort, and from that point, Samantha, took her husband about
the house like a little child being scolded, searching out any packs of
cigarettes he had, and did retrieve a carton of smokes, from his dresser
drawer.

Gail was nearly in tears all over again, as Samantha made him open each pack
seperately, wanting him to crush, and crumble them into a waste basket. Gail
could only do what he was told now, fearing that if he didn't, his wife would
take him to the house of pain, and scissorings all over again.

So it was from that day on, that Samantha's husband never touched another
cigarette. Going cold turkey wasn't easy for Gail, but it was the better
option then to suffer a cold painful sweat between his wife's punishing
thighs. Gail did learn his lesson, and one importantly taught to him by his
own wife.

Dawn, Heather, and Tiffany sat speechless with Samantha having finished her
story. Samantha then asked Heather, "Sweetie, do you mind me pouring just one
more cup of coffee for myself?" Heather hesitated for a moment still in awe at
what she just heard, then said in return to Samantha, "Sure, sure, go right
ahead girl, help yourself.."

After Samantha retrieved her cup of java, she returned to her chair at the
kitchen table, of Heather's apartment. Dawn finally came out of her own state
of awe, and spoke up saying, "So are you suggesting Sam, that we use the same
measures on our boyfriends?"

Samantha thought for a moment as she pondered on Dawn's question, and seeing
that her three girlfriends were in athletic condition themselfs, she returned
saying, "Well it wouldn't be a bad idea, and all three of you girls look
plenty strong enough to do the task." Heather giggled, then spoke up saying,
"Teehee, heehee.. Yeah, Brad will be no problem. Really he is kind of a frail
guy, not weighing much. It should be no trouble for me to take him, and
scissor him stupid..."

Dawn then said following Heather's remark, "Ray, i know he won't be nada to
deal with. I have already beaten him on several occassions, in some wrestling
bouts we had together. Really though, i've never considered using my strength
on him to teach him a lesson as you had Sam..."

As well as Heather, and Dawn, Tiffany knew she could take her beau in a
wrestling match, and knew without a doubt that she had the strength to make
him hurt.

Samantha was still working on her cup of coffee, when she spoke up pulling the
cup from her lips, she asked the three girlfriends of hers, "So, i take that
you'll be taking my advise, and taking your beaus to some instructional no
smoking wrestling classes?"

One by one the three girls gave an affirmative answer to Samantha, with Sam
finishing up her coffee, she sat her cup down on the table, and smiled saying,
"Good, good girls, and don't think about the idea that you'll be hurting your
boyfriends, because you'll be doing them a world of good, and a big favor, if
you three succeed."

Well Samantha then decided to call it a night for herself, and politely made
her dismissle, letting the girls know that she should be getting home.

Heather saw Samantha to the door leaving Tiffany, and Dawn to discuss among
each other the different variety of submission holds that they would be using
on their boyfriends.

Heather spoke just as Samantha was about to exit the opened door of her
apartment, and said thanking her, "Really Sam, thanks alot for advise, and
cool ideas. I just hope this will work on Brad."

Sam smiled politely at Heather, and said before turning away, "The best
sympathy you can show Brad, is when you show him no sympathy while wrestling
him. Make him hurt, and hurt badly while your admonishing him to give up his
vice, and i'm sure that he'll be quickly enlightened by your sweet scissoring
thighs..."

As Samantha made her way from Heather's apartment down the front walk, Heather
told her with deight, and excitement through an opened door, "You go
girlfriend!"

To be continued...