Model behavior
By Dark Magician.



It was Tuesday evening, 21.20 o'clock. I was in the workout room, alone at this time of night. In 
one week the championships of wrestling were going to happen. I had promised myself to do 
anything I could to achieve first place. Doing extra strength training and using a diet, I now was 
in the best shape of my life. So that is why I was still working out this late. I had just done some 
cardio as a warm-up and was about to work with the weights when I heard someone coming in.

"Good evening," said a sweet voice. I looked up, and saw a tall elegant-looking woman walking 
in. She looked stunningly beautiful. She was sunburnt, had long brown hair, and a girly face that 
seemed to belong to an angel.

She was walking with the kind of confidence of someone who has set a lot of goals and has 
achieved all of them. She wore small shorts and top, revealing a muscled, ripped frame like a 
gymnast. She obviously wore no bra and the nipples of her small, beautiful breasts where very 
visible through her sport top. Her long legs looked amazing.

I recognized her as Brooke. I had only seen her sometimes at the gym; I believe she participated 
in the pole-dancing program.

Being alone, I usually worked out topless, wearing only sport shorts. As she glanced at my naked 
upper body I smiled to myself. I was handsome and in great shape with a muscular ripped body. 
Most girls founded me irresistible when I put my shirt off.

We talked a bit. She turned out to be a psychology student, with ambitions of becoming a 
professional model. She already had two contracts for modeling work. Excitedly, Brooke told me 
she worked out to get in better shape and to make herself more attractive for different kinds of 
potential clients.

With enthusiasm I told her about the Championships next week. I told her about the training, my 
opponents, and the techniques I wanted to use.

"Oh, I did some wrestling when I was young," she replied.

I laughed. "This is a bit different. Only the best are allowed to participate."

"I don't know, it seems not that hard to do," she replied skeptically.

I looked at her with disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" I responded. "Wrestling is the hardest sport 
in the world. It is way harder than gazing into a camera and trying to look pretty," I replied 
laughing.

She seemed to get upset by my answer.

"Do you have any idea how many girls I had to surpass to get to this level?" she said, increasing 
the volume of her voice.

"Besides, the level of skill must be pretty low, considering a weakling like you might actually be 
able to win," she finished.

This really hurt my feelings I had sacrificed basically everything for this sport. A big part of my 
self-esteem came from wrestling, and I was respected as a great athlete. This spoiled bitch dared 
to make fun of my ambitions and achievements.

"Oh? And how many people did you have to sleep with to get those contracts?" I asked looking 
at her furiously.

"How dare you!" She looked back at me angrily.

Her attitude began to change. "Perhaps I should teach you a lesson," she said surprisingly 
intimidating.

"What do you going to do?" I said honing. "Drown me in your tears?"

"No, I am going to make you cry," she said confidently.

"What?" I asked, doubting I heard her well.

"You think you are so tough, don't you? Let's have a little match and see if you can back up your 
tough guy image," she said while looking at me with a taunting look.

"Sorry I don't have time to give you lessons," I said turning towards the equipment.

"Lazy bitch, are you scared to lose to a girl," she grinned.

She pushed my buttons perfectly. Nobody called me lazy; not me, who spent all my time to 
become the athlete I am now.

I turned to her. "All right, what do you propose?"

She pointed at the mats lying in the corner of the gym. "We could have a little match there."

"Deal," I said calmly. "I teach you your lesson and then you leave."

She smiled and licked her lips, perfectly covered with lipstick. "I'm going to enjoy this," she 
cooed as she walked towards the mat.

We kicked out our shoes and positioned our selves in front of each other.

"Not too late to blow this off," I said, beginning to realize the awkwardness of this situation.

"First I am going to spank you until you cry," she said with a mean smile on her face.

You are crazy, I wanted to say. But before I could begin my sentence she dived forward.

She surprised me with her aggressive explosiveness. She went low and grabbed my ankle while 
driving her shoulders against my knee. Unprepared for her attack I fell to the floor.

Using my wrestling instincts I scrambled to my belly and stood up. She was fast; while I stood 
up she bear-hugged my back from behind.

To my surprise she tried to suplex me, but my base was too good and I defended myself from 
getting lifted up. I muscled loose, and turned into her. We got into a clinch both battling for 
control. I tried to trip her but she showed great balance and control.

I went low and grabbed her around her shapely thighs driving her backwards to take her down. 
We ended up against the wall, and when I picked her up she held on to the wall to keep me from 
throwing her.

She then circled her arm around my neck, trapping my neck in her armpit, in a tight guillotine 
choke. Using this control she bulldogged me down to my knees.

I tried to break her grip but she was surprisingly strong. She sprawled out, trapping me in a fetal 
position, and increased the pressure of her arms around my throat.

As I tried to stand, she stood up and drove her hips forward. She began to choke me in a standing 
guillotine choke. Gasping for air I struggled to break her grip around my neck.

It wasn't working; her control was too good. My vision began to blur, and I realized I was about 
to pass out.

In a last-ditch attempt, I went low and grabbed her legs to flip her over. I aimed to throw her on 
her back, but she spun in the air and landed on her feet. However, while retaining her balance she 
loosened the choke. I was able to break her chokehold and pushed her against the wall.

Struggling like crazy, I managed to get her in a head-and-arm throw. I threw her straight on her 
back, temporarily knocking out her wind.

I held her in a head arm hold, and pinned her on her back. She began to struggle, but it was 
useless.

"Do you give up?" I asked, breathing heavily in spite of myself.

"Why should I," she replied. "Just because you hold me down, there is no reason to assume you 
won."

"We're going by wrestling rules right?" I asked surprised by her confidence.

"I can't remember talking about any rules," she laughed. While she said this she dug her long 
lacquered nails in my face and forcing me backwards. 

Before I could respond she kicked her leg over my face, and scissored her legs together around 
my head. She forced me on my back and caught me in a pin. She was controlling me from the 
side, chest to chest.

I felt her soft breasts pressing hard against my naked chest. She drove her shoulder hard into my 
throat. I tried to escape, but she had excellent control. "Who is on top now?" she laughed amused 
at my helplessness. The humiliation was too much

I bucked hard and managed to turn onto my belly. She seemed to have expected this as she kept 
control of my arm while I spun and caught me in a hammerlock.

She straddled my lower back and wrenched my arm high up toward my shoulder blade. "Get off 
me, admit!" I spat. 

In stark counterpoint to my pained command, her slow, high-voiced drawl, dripping with sugar 
replied: "Not yet, honey. You're going to suffer the consequences. And your lesson has just 
started. Are you ready for your spanking?" 

"You bitch!" 

"It sounds like you've got some more to learn." Brooke jerked my arm for emphasis and I
groaned. While she taunted me, I was working on my escape. I figured I could get to my base. I 
slid one knee, then the other, up toward my chest. Then, using my chin, forehead, and chest for 
leverage, I pushed myself backward. Even with her on my back, I was strong enough to push 
myself into a kneeling position, forcing her to tip off behind me.

Brooke wouldn't release me so easily, though. As I pushed her backward she regained her feet 
and pulled my arm behind me, straightening it out from the hammerlock into an armbar. Then 
she twisted it counterclockwise and used it to push me forward.

I had gone from the frying pan to the fire, because now she was able to force my chest down to 
my knees and she was exerting tremendous pressure on my shoulder. Holding my wrist high in 
the air, she circled around my body and planted a knee on the back of my neck. 

Now I was completely helpless. My upper body was immobilized, my legs were folded up 
underneath me, and her bodyweight resting squarely on the back of my neck was more than 
enough to keep me trapped. Brooke then twisted her knee ruthlessly into my neck, while at the 
same time digging her fingernails into my arm and wrist. Involuntarily, tears started to drip onto 
the padded floor. I wanted to shout but couldn't even form words. 

Again, she spoke slowly and sweetly. "All right, then, honey. I think you're in a jam. I think 
you're learning you can't just mouth off to your superiors, and get away with it. Is that right?" 

I didn't answer and she bounced on my neck. I screamed, then gasped out a reply. 

"Of course I'm right. I know this is a painful lesson, but it's time you learned it. You didn't want 
to listen to me before, but you're listening now... aren't you?" 

"Yes," I whispered. 

"Good," she laughed sadistically. "So big athlete, strong man, you just got overpowered by a 
small petite girl. I have fought girls smaller than me who put up a better fight than you did," she 
laughed teasingly.

Suddenly I realized the absurdity of this situation. In a week I was about to become regional 
champion in the toughest combat sport in the world, and here I was getting my ass kicked by a 
girl. My frustration began to boil over. Explosively I tried to buck her of. Apparently during her 
gloating she had loosened her grip, and I managed to turn out of her arm hold. I threw myself
on her, but she used my momentum to reverse me and ended up straddling my chest. My arm 
was still painful after she had twisted it, which made it harder for me to escape. Keeping me 
pinned, she wrapped her long fingers around my throat and began choking me.

Using my superior strength, I managed to break her grip on my throat and throw her off. 
Stomach to stomach, we were rolling over the floor each battling to get on top.

I finally pinned her down, but from her back she wrapped her long legs around my chest and 
held me immobile. I tried to push her legs apart, when she grabbed my arm with both hands and 
pulled me of balance. Before I could recover she had darted behind me, wrapped her arms 
around my neck, and caught my neck in the crook of her arm, again establishing a chokehold. I 
tried to throw her off, but she kept my upper body immobile between her powerful thighs.

"You are in trouble now sweetie," she whispered in my ear.

I tried to reply but, with my neck constricted, I couldn't. In a surprisingly short period, my 
peripheral vision started fading. I don't know if it was lack of blood or oxygen or what, but she 
was putting me to sleep, and there was nothing I could do about it. It was like my eyes had 
become tunnels. Everything got blurry. 

She released me and I dropped to the floor. I couldn't resist when she pushed me to my stomach, 
pulled my arms behind my back, and used a jump rope from the equipment rack to tie them 
together. She dragged me over to the bench press and somehow forced me sideways over top of 
the bench. Pulling out another jump rope, she tied my knees to my shoulders underneath the 
bench, leaving my rear end facing skyward.

Then, to my horror and humiliation, she pulled my shorts down to reveal my bare bottom. 
Although I had by now recovered from the chokehold, I couldn't free myself. I watched 
desperately as Brooke walked to the stereo system and turned on the music, loud. 

"I know this room is soundproofed," she said, "but just in case, I wouldn't want anyone to hear 
your screams." Then, with a third jump rope, she gave me the spanking of my life. And I did 
scream.

I begged. I pleaded with her. She ignored my pleas. If anything, they seemed to drive her on 
further. She taunted me with her mocking, feminine voice. "Poor baby. Big powerful athlete gets 
his ass whipped by a girl. I hope you will be less arrogant in the future," she kirred. It felt like 
my bottom was bleeding. I thought it had to go numb, but it didn't. 

Finally, she dropped the rope and began untying me. "I know what you're thinking, sweetie. 
You're thinking, man I'd like to have another shot. You're thinking if I hadn't held back I could 
have taken her, I'd have overpowered her. Well, sweetie, I'm giving you your chance, if you're 
man enough to take it. You're untied now. Stand up, pull up your shorts, and if you want, you 
can try me again." 

I pulled myself slowly to my feet. I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked at my tormentor. 
Short, feminine and sassy, Brooke grinned at me.

Dammit! Her hair was still perfect! Her lipstick was still unsmudged! I had an emotional surge. I 
charged her. No chances this time, I thought. I'll punch her if I have to.

I overwhelmed her. I dove at her legs and picked her up. I threw her full on her back, however 
because of the mat, and what seemed like great fall breaking, she didn't lose consciousness.

I got on top and began to punch her but she wasn't playing dead. She wrapped her legs around 
my chest and used her legs and arms to block and dodge my punches.

Somehow I wasn't able to hit her. She got back up, and we fought chest to chest for the 
takedown. I began to tire, I started to breathe hard, and my arms began to feel heavy. She still 
looked fresh and became more aggressive while my moves became slower.

And then, as though a switch was flipped, my surge of adrenaline waned. Perhaps my previous 
suffering had depleted my stores. Unbelieving, I watched as she forced my hands upward, 
holding my wrists with her long, elegant fingers. At that point, she was simply stronger than me. 
Before I knew it, Brooke flipped me onto my back and had slid up so that she straddled my 
chest. She stretched my arms out on the floor and drove her knees painfully into my biceps 
before pinning my arms under her shins. I tried to buck her off, to bridge up, but my struggles 
were useless. She had completely beaten me with a classic schoolgirl pin.

"Time for payback little boy," she grinned just like that schoolgirl. She held my throat with one 
hand, while she began to slap my cheeks with her other hand. She slapped me hard, sending my 
battered head back and forth as she hit one cheek after the other.

She lifted her butt about six inches in the air, and then landed hard on my ribs knocking my wind 
out. The slaps on my face and her bottom bounces dazed me, and after a while I could barely 
breathe anymore; by the time she released me I was nearly unconscious due to hypoxia.

So, when she stripped off my pants and underwear leaving me naked on the floor, I couldn't, stop 
her. 

When she tied my hands and feet together with the jump ropes, I couldn't stop her.

When she ran her long nails up and down my body, up and down my manhood, all the while 
daring me to stop her, I couldn't.

When she wrapped her long fingers around my neck and dared me to stop her from killing me 
with her bare hands, I couldn't. I could only cry, salty tears streaming down my face. 

She then began twisting my nipples until they almost bled, mauling my stomach with her strong 
fingers and sharp nails.

She then began to work on my groin. She roughly massaged my groin causing me to get an 
erection. Then she began to stroke my stiff dick, while alternating with painfully squeezing my 
balls; driving her long nails into my testicles, making me cry from pain. She continued to jerk me 
off again, constantly switching between squeezing my balls and stroking my dick.

I begged her to stop, but this only seemed to arouse her further. When I finally reached my 
climax, it was so rough that it was clearly for her pleasure not mine.

She stood over me, smiling, looking down at my battered broken body.

"You've got one more lesson to learn, honey," she drawled. Helpless to stop her, I watched as she 
reached down and covered my mouth with her right hand. Then she pinched my nose shut with 
her left. Laughing, she leaned her face over and watched my desperate but futile struggles. Once 
again, tunnel vision. The last thing I saw was the satisfied smile on her girly-girly face.


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