Chapter 7: The End

I tried to look away in disgust as Matthias willingly signed his confession but the tall willowy blonde who was pinning me still held my face in her slender hands. Madame Coralie twisted my face to look up at her plain face sitting on a hour-glass figure with her taut stomach flaunting a six-pack and a skimpy bra cupping sensational breasts. Now it’s just you and me she said with an arrogant smirk as she looked down at me pinned between her sensationally long slender legs sheathed in tan nylon. Unable to use my arms which were pinned beneath her legs, looking up at her sitting on my chest I felt so helpless. She looked so dominant sitting there that strangely I found the position beneath exciting. A wicked smirk appeared. You seemed quite excited when Madame Sofia beat that man helpless with her fists a shiver went down my spine as I recalled that furious tomboy smashing Matthias’ face with her small fists. Now it’s my turn to be naughty She chuckled then holding my head steady with her left hand, balled her right fist in front of my face and pulled it back to her hip. No! I cried in terror Please no. I’ll sign, I’ll sign I found myself yelping in fear.

Arrr she sighed in mock sympathy You forgot the magic word. With that the gusset of her hose leapt forwards as her long legs slid against the sides of my face until it could go no further. Kkkk! she was now sitting on my throat with her crotch pressing against the underside of my chin. Arghhkkk! Argkk! Argkk! her crotch began to thrust forwards and back, pressing my head back hard arching my throat exposing it to more of her bodyweight choking me. Argkkk! Please Kkkk! Frantically I racked my brains for the word. Argkkk! Argkkk! Mistress grkk!. With relief she stopped thrusting. There that wasn’t that difficult was it? she mocked then rose and walked off as the bulky young woman with short hair and glasses brought over the document to sign. Kneeling by my side watching me with a cold stern face as I signed it, I couldn’t help noticing how enormous her calves were. I no longer had the energy to try and resist to be beat down by whatever it was she did to develop those muscular beauties.

I had just finished signing when I heard a commotion. The buxom mature plump woman was kneeling behind Matthias who was sitting on the mats. She had rolled up her sleeves to stretch a thick beefy left arm down the side of his neck. Bending at the elbow, a thick solid looking forearm clamped around the other side of his neck. The front of his throat wedged tightly in the crook of her arm as she pulled her big arm, which now seemed very solid, tight grasping her right arm for support. Her arm bent a thick strong looking triangular shaped forearm up the right side of his head and clamped her hand upon the top of his head. Then she yanked his head back hard at an angle. His hands flew up to the arms locked tight around his head desperately tugging and pulling at her thick arms but shockingly was unable to budge them. Behold the sleeper hold Madame Michelle’s voice rang out. A hold that any woman can quickly learn and apply with no need for great strength or skill. Matthias’ eyes were already flickering and half-closed even as he kept tugging at her arms in vain. With this simple but effective hold, a woman can cut off the oxygen and blood to their brains rendering them unconscious in a matter of seconds. His hand slipped from the crook of her arm that looked incredibly tight around his neck while his other hand still managed to cling on to her thick strong looking forearm by the side of his head. If the hold is prolonged a woman can inflict brain damage or death, which of course we do not condone. His other hand now slipped down to the mat as his eyes began to roll up inside the lids.