Title: Set Free, part3
by The TKO Kidd, tdesio@hotmail.com
Brad becomes more of a wrestling match, then Heather expected.


Set Free, part3

Brad was just about to leave Heather's apartment with him not wanting to hear
no more of her advice that he should give up the smoking, but Heather stopped
him before he could leave catching his undivided attention when she spoke up
angrily saying, "Brad, how many damn times must i kick your ass at wrestling
before you do begin to see the light?"

Brad laughed at Heather, and returned to her, "Sweetie, it doesn't matter if
you beat me a thousand times over in wrestling.. I told you once, and i'll
tell you again. I'll quit when i'm damn good, and ready!"

Heather stood there in her livingroom with her hands on her hips fuming with
rage, and with her face growing red with anger when hearing Brad's reply, then
returned to him with her rebuttle, "Sorry Brad, but you won't be defying me
like this. In fact Bradley, you will be quitting smoking after tonight,
because i'm gonna give you an asskicking you won't forget little man!"

Brad may of been a thin sort of a man, and would seem frail in Heather's
opinion when it came to his physical strength, but his stubborn attitude
wasn't giving in just yet to any of Heather's admonitions, or lessons in
wrestling up to this point.

Heather now was much more stronger in her bodily physique when compared to
Brad with it being obvious to see when the couple would stand in comparison.
Heather, and Brad were of the exact same height, but Heather in her bodysize,
and muscularity appeared alot thicker with muscle, and definately alot
stronger, then Brad, and had in fact prove it to him through numerous
wrestling matches against him. Brad though just wasn't letting none of it sink
in.

Brad was real close to allowing this short auburn hair gal slip through his
fingers, with his stubborness in not wanting to give up the cigarettes. Really
Heather was gorgeous in every aspect of her appearance, being very cute, and
well built, not being overly packed with huge bulging muscles that most young
women are afraid of acquiring when beginning to bodybuild. But with the thick
pads of muscles that did lie beneath the lightly tanned flesh of Heather's
frame, was definately noticable to anyone.

Heather on this evening was attired with a black sports top, that just stopped
below her pleasently firm soft breasts, that was of a decent size. Below those
two mounds of softness, Heather possessed an abdomen that was stripped with a
hard muscles that gave her stomach, that hard washboard appearance. Heather's
upperarms were also well defined with her triceps possessing V-cuts, and her
15 3/4" biceps when flexed being lined with a few noticable veins, as well as
her forearms pushing out some veins as well. Heather's thighs, were just as
impressive, and thick with padded layers of hard rippling muscles, but remind
you, not of that bulging freaky nature that would scare most women off from
bodybuilding. Heather's lowerlegs were quite a sight to, to behold, with her
calves appearing hard, and having a sharply defined V-cut in both.

Now why would Brad want to take the chance at losing such a gorgeous beauty
that possessed such a physique that appeared to be chisled out of marble, due
to the reason of not wanting to give up the cigarettes? Well maybe because he
couldn't see what was good for him in his girlfriend, and maybe he was just to
stupid to see the danger of the bad habit of smoking.

It ran through Heather's mind that she should just dump Brad, and look on to
finding a man that considered his health more important, and would consider
her just as important, if not more so. But Heather had taken a special liking
to Brad, and in fact would even consider it a love she had for him, and
reconsidered that she would stick with him just a little bit longer. Heather
purposed though in her mind, that she wouldn't forsake Brad just tonight, but
was intending on keeping the promise she made to Brad, that tonight he was
going to get an asskicking that he wouldn't soon forget.

Brad laughed once again at what he considered a threat from Heather, and
answered her saying, "Yeah right, whatever dollbaby, but it won't be happening
tonight, or in fact anytime soon!"

Brad was just about to turn towards the door to make his exit from Heather's
place, but not before Heather quickly pulled herself upon him, thus taking him
by his shirt collar, and slamming his back hard against the door, shaking it
at its hinges with it even being closed.

"AAaaarrrggghhhHHH!!!" Brad yelped in pain, while disspelling quite a bit of
oxygen, due to the impact of being slammed against the door so hard. Brad then
spoke after regaining his composure, and said to Heather, with her firmly
holding him heavily against the door, "Woman what in the hell is wrong with
you, can't you undeeerrrrr,,, AAArrhhggGG!"

Not a moment was wasted on Heather's interrupting Brad's retort, with her
quickly dropping a fist, and sinking it deep into Brad's gut, taking even more
wind from him this time with a solid right punch. Brad would've loved sinking
to his knees, with his belly filling with an incredible ammount of pain, and
now feeling sick to the pit of his stomach, but Heather wasn't permitting him
such a comfort, with her keeping Brad held upright against the door. Heather
then spoke again saying, "Boy, you don't even stand a snowballs chance in hell
against me in a real fight. Now if you want me to continue kicking your sorry
ass, just remain your stubborn self, and i'll be happy to oblige you, you
little WIMP!"

The fear in Brad's eyes was now beginning to grow, and as it appeared that he
was about to start crying, his stubborness just wasn't ready to give up just
yet. "Heather, please really, i'll give up the cigarettes when i'm ready, now
pleaseee..."

The same hand that Heather had used as a fist to punch Brad in the stomach,
came up quickly into a opened palm slapping him once, hard across his cheek,
lighting up that side of his face with a burning crimson red. Heather then
quickly took Brad by his jaw, and pushed the back of his head against the
door.

Brad wanted to make a plea, but couldn't speak, with it feeling that Heather
was going to break his jaw, just with the tight grip of her hand alone. A tear
then broke forth from the corner of Brad's eye, with it rolling slowly down
his right cheek stinging it.

Heather then pulled Brad slightly away from the door turning him about. Brad
then cried out begging, "Pleaseee Heather no more, no more,, please stop
this..." Heather then had Brad positioned in front of her, taking her left
forearm around his throat, and with her right arm she hooked it up under his
rightarm, while placing that forearm to the back of his head.

It was just in a matter of moments that Heather had Brad on his knees in the
center of her livingroom floor containing him within the same hold. Brad
struggled to break free, but found himself weakening fast, due to the present
punishment, and the previous torment that Heather had already dished out to
him. Heather then said, "What's the matter boy, you just to much of a weakling
to escape from mommy's grip?" Brad strained hard against Heather, and
struggled some more to no avail, and was now finding it impossible to go
anywhere, as he felt like a prisoner in Heather's painful hold. Brad then
cried again begging, "Pleaseee,, pleaseeeeee Heather stop, your hurting
meee..." Heather only laughed at Brad then returned to him saying, "Ohhh,,
does it hurt? Really Brad some important lessons will hurt, and are suppose to
hurt.. Now if you don't want me to hurt you any longer, you will give up the
cigarettes tonight, like i had asked you to.. It will be, yes Ma~am from
here,, no Bradley not that way, it's yes ma~am..."

Heather was pushing Brad's head forward a little, demostrating to him how he
should answer her, and with him knowing how to nod his head in an affirmative.

Brad's hard exteriour was breaking now some within' Heather's punishing
hold... Not only was Brad feeling an extreme ammount of pain, in his neck, and
shoulders,, but the humiliation of him being held there helplessly with his
girlfriend still restraining him in her vicelike grip, was beginning to
finally work on his weakening ego.

Brad was still failing to give Heather an answer though, and through his
hesitation, Heather then manuvred him onto his back with him lying there, she
then released her previous hold on him, then taking her legs she wrapped him
quickly in a fullbody scissors across his chest.

As the oxygen was growing thin for Brad as he began gasping to pull in just a
little, Heather then spoke up again, "So Brad do i keep squeezing you, and do
you want to breathe sometime today, and are you going to tell me that your
quitting smoking, once, and for all!?!"

Brad felt as though his lungs was about to burst in flames, as he felt the
thickening of Heather's innerthighs that proceeded from her spandex shorts,
grow harder about his chest squeezing him even tighter.

"Brad, it would be sooo easy for me to cut your airway off altogether, and
make you suffer in some extreme pain for a short while.. Now tell me that what
i can do with these legs of mine wrapped around your body, can cause as much
permenant damage that cigarette smoking will do to you!?!" Heather tightened
her innerthighs slightly to a greater degree, forcing more oxygen from Brad's
lungs, and now making it nearly impossible for him to gasp in just a little of
the precious substance he needed to breathe. Tears though managed to roll
slowly down Brad's cheeks, and a fear welled up inside him, as he felt the
inner thigh muscles of his girlfriend tighten around his chest like a vicious
boa, with him feeling his sternum giving in beneath the constriction, and
strength of Heather's hard innerthighs.

"You see Brad, i have the strength to litterly break you, and cause you some
permenant damage, but i'm not that cruel of a person... Eventually i will
release you from this scissors, and you will painfully recover, but first i'm
going to allow you to give me the answer i want to hear sweetheart, and if
not,, you will be coming real close to having no girlfriend in me at all... So
sweetie, what's it gonna be?" Heather finished, then followed up with her
word, by leaving up some on her bonecrushing scissors.

Heather was patient with Brad, knowing he needed some time to regain his
proper breathing, thus allowing him some time, before she would expect him to
answer.

As Heather held Brad there firmly between her thighs, he wept like an infant,
but feeling somewhat relieved now that he could breathe.

Heather listened patiently to Brad's babylike crying, and then said to him,
"Well Brad, have we learned our lesson here, or will you be even more
stubborn, about wanting to hang on to your filthy habit of cigarette smoking,
hmmm?"

"OK, Ok baby,, i'll try to quit.. Really pleaseee,, i'll give it a honest
crack at it this time... Now pleaseee,, don't hurt me no more..." Brad
returned to Heather.

Heather smiled, with her still holding Brad prisoner between her thighs, then
said, "Well Brad, that is a good thing that your agreeing with me now.. Now i
know that you only buy a pack at a time, and the cigarettes that you have in
your coat, i want them, because honey we'll be disposing of them here tonight.
Guess what babydoll, you can spend the night here all with little ol' lonesome
me... But i won't be so lonesome now will i with you here? Teehee,, hee... By
the way, you won't be sneaking off on your own while your with me dear,, just
in case you might want to slip out for a smoke.. Consider yourself forunate,
that you'll be slipping into bed with me, and out from between these puppies,
and then maybe slipping back in between them in a much more pleasent
situation..." Heather finished while softly patting her thighs...

To be continued...