Wrestling for Her Betrothal
by Jim Priest
Copyright© 2025 by Jim Priest
I will not give my name for fear of reprisals, shame and death. I live in a small impoverished village in the South of India that has hardly changed for centuries. In the middle of nowhere, the soil is like a desert where women toil with crude hand tools under an unforgiving sun to grow a feeble crop while a nearby large coffee plantation provides poorly paid part-time back-breaking manual work. I spend much of my time sweating it out at the Akhada, bodybuilding. For generations, almost the entire adult male population gather here for two-hour workouts every morning and evening. The equipment is basic, stone lifting blocks, climbing ropes, doing a few hundred sit-ups and push-ups, and balancing our hands on bricks while the great muscle lord Mahishasura watches from inspirational wall paintings. We aren’t bulky and huge as meat is a luxury as are steroids. We exercise outside wearing nothing but a simple loincloth with our magnificent muscular bodies oiled down. Passing women stop and stare in open desire, although forbidden from the exercises. A few men do so too. A few have travelled to Mumbai for well paid work as bodyguards for crime-lords or sex toys for Westerners, but once you are over 30 such prospects dry up and most return home. I was now in my 40’s.
“A man your age should be married with children to look after us in our old age” my parents kept nagging. Most of the local women look like dogs, all the decent looking ones being married as young as 13, although the legal age is 18, to older relatives often living in the West. Then one evening during a religious festival a girl I had not noticed before caught my attention. She was depicting the Goddess Anahita’s defeat over Mahishasura in a traditional dance. In her late teens, she was stunningly beautiful, medium-slim and petite around 5 foot with long luxurious black hair which fell from high on her forehead, down past her shoulders framing a wide rounded face with high cheekbones. Fair of skin, there was a small beauty spot on her left cheek, while her nose was elegantly dainty and a full lipped mouth had me smiling when she did. Wearing little makeup, her skin was in good condition and unblemished. Large appealing eyes with deep brown irises and thick black lashes melted my soul whenever they looked in my direction. Heavy almost baggy lower eye-lids added a sultry sleepy look while above arced thin black eyebrows. Wearing a black sari with elaborate gold needlework that clung to a pleasing buxom figure, she scared the old folk because it signified danger and death, the dark destructive side of the Goddess. Everyone knows the Goddess fought naked and I would have liked to seen the young woman being historically accurate in that respect!
These dances normally bore me but the way her lithe body moved with sinuous grace and elegance entranced me. “Who is that?” I asked my parents “Nandra” my mother replied in a stony tone “You want nothing to do with her. Her father owns the coffee plantation. Brahmin (upper caste), above our station in life, so keep away” But I was captivated, unable to keep my eyes off the beautiful girl as the lights reflected from the black sari made her graceful figure sensual and shimmering. The way the silk thrust forward over her bust from a firm flat bare midriff and clung to a pert backside had me mesmerised. As she prowled around the stage as the vengeful Goddess, the hem rose to reveal not only that she was bare-footed and wore ankle bracelets, but possessed large shapely calve muscles. They were big and firm, glowing with healthy tone and whenever she went upon her toes to maintain a pose for extended periods, they became deep-edged hard clefted masses of shapely muscle. I had seen pictures of Western female bodybuilders and they had no appeal to me but Nandra’s hard balls of dancer’s muscle had given me an instant hard-on and I knew that I must have her.
Asking around, I discovered that the reason I hadn’t seen the girl before was that she had been sent away by her parents to get an education in the nearest city and was only back at their plantation for the long holidays. She occasionally came to the village looking enchanting in a sari, preferring black, rather than western fashion that most girls wore. I tried to charm her, but with her full mouth set in a sensual smile of promise and a captivating twinkle in her wide eyes, she spurned my advances in a soft husky seductive voice that left me drooling on her every word. “She thinks you are too old” the guys teased. I didn’t care, I wanted her to be mine before some other creep gets her. As she seemed a very traditional girl despite her fancy education, I approached her in front of her friends and formally declared my intent for us to be betrothed. “You are either very brave or very stupid” she told me to my face with no sign of mockery “I will only marry a man who defeats me in wrestling at the Akhada before the whole village”. This is not unusual as Indian women have traditionally wrestled, especially in rural areas, and often challenge suitors to publicly defeat them in the arena before agreeing to wed. I’ve watched many women wrestling each other to settle a feud or a suitor, because they wear only a loincloth leaving their big wobbly breasts bare. Generally they are older unattractive women, with a big chunky boyish build developed through hard manual work. Nandra wasn’t one of these heavyweight women but petite, slim and delicate. “Are you serious?” I exclaimed standing a good foot taller than her and puffing up my magnificent pecs and flexing my abs but she seemed unimpressed “I might not have big muscles but I have skill” she replied. I was besotted, every movement on her unblemished face was enchanting. No-one had ever seen her wrestle. How could a tiny girl like her take on a big muscle man like me? Maybe she just wanted to get to grips with my sexy body so I agreed. Mother wasn’t happy. “That family honours the dark Goddess and the girl has the mark” she told me pointing to her cheek. “Superstitious nonsense. That’s just a beauty spot. I will make her submit and marry me. End of subject” I replied.
The Akhada is an outdoors circular area about 14 feet across, although there are no rules stopping wrestlers going outside it. In fact there were few rules at all where only admission of defeat or serious injury decided the victor. Raked clear of stones and pebbles, buttermilk, oil and red ochre were sprinkled on top making the dirt red. Every few days this was watered to keep it soft enough to fall upon yet hard enough for grappling. Around this, the whole village gathered for entertainment. I just wore my traditional loincloth and looked forward to seeing Nandra likewise topless and disappointed to see her in a black sari. “You’re not going to wrestle in that” I said. Smiling, she began to unwind the garment and I saw that her bare arms beneath were slim but taut with hints of lightly toned muscle as they worked. In fact I also saw brief hints of light muscle around her triceps and biceps “Rural women are very hard working and strong” she remarked seeing my attention. Underneath she wore a black choli, a short bodice that kept the mid-riff bare and cupped her breasts into arousing contoured mounds of desire with a cleavage that got my pulse racing. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on those puppies on our wedding night! Her legs were covered by a ghagra, also black. As she worked to remove the petticoat, I stared at her exposed mid-riff. Although the sides were fairly boyish rather than an hour-glass figure, her belly was taut with a firm-looking central section. As I watched, she took a breath and I was astonished to see it harden into 6 slabs paired vertically either side of a central groove that rose from her belly button which itself sat at top of another raised area of hardness. I was mesmerised as those hard slabs disappeared back into the overall smooth firm mass in the centre of her stomach then rose once more into a light yet unmistakable grid-work of solid muscle. They were not as defined as mine but the girl had a ripped 6-pack which rose and fell in a sensual motion with every breath that called to my groin.
Light muscularity on a woman was not unknown due to low body-fat, a meagre diet and hard manual work. Many an old women had wiry vascularity due to a lifetime of repetitive physical work. However Nandra came from a privileged family, well-fed and far from skinny. It must be something to do with her dancing and on her pleasant-sized body, looked all the sexier for it. The petticoat removed, revealed lovely smooth short firm legs that were sturdy and nicely proportioned with a hint of hardness in the thighs and the large well-defined calves I had seen when she danced.
The stunning young woman faced me looking confident in just a black bodice and white briefs although she was tiny compared to me. She looked at my powerful muscled body towering over her with apprehension. “Admit defeat now. No-one will think less of you for it. You can then grapple with this magnificent body in the bedroom” I told her but she shook her head firmly. Very well, if she wants a public humiliation that’s what she’ll get “That is not traditional attire” I complain to the referee staring pointedly at her chest. “I don’t want to have an unfair advantage of distracting you with my breasts” she told me in that seductive soft husky voice that went straight to my loins. Fortunately the dirty old man was also staring at her wonderfully cupped bust and agreed. “Men!” she tutted then reached around behind to untie the choli and remove it to the cheers of the men, who had never seen such a beauty in the ring. Great Mahisha, she had truly sensational breasts, naturally big and youthfully firm that they didn’t need a bra for support. My manhood stirred at the sight. Standing there naked apart from her panties, her entire body was perfect, free of blemish or scars and I wanted her all the more.
Following ritual, we both grabbed a few handfuls of the red dirt and threw it on ourselves and each other in blessing. Nandra then faced me in a wide-legged grappling stance with arms apart and a confident smile on her sweet face. Hunching slightly forwards, her boobs dangled and jiggled in a delightful manner “Keep staring at my tits and I’ll soon beat you” she said out aloud causing raucous laughter from the watching villagers. I couldn’t stop looking, they were perfect and beautiful and would soon be mine. Suddenly they were bouncing and lurching towards me. I looked up, alarmed to see her almost on top of me with her arms reaching out for my head. Cursing my inattention, I threw up my forearms to block her arms then grabbed her wrists and found myself in trial of strength with the petite hot-bodied beauty.
It was fun watching her big bare boobs bounce around while putting up a surprising amount of resistance against my big powerful arms. The smoulderingly sexy girl put up a spirited struggle that had me laughing at her cute determination while her breasts thrust and wobbled as she struggled in vain. I noticed her slender toned arms flexed, gaining thickness with a hard upper ridge of low-lying muscle as they pushed against me in a futile effort. They were quite dense despite not being very peaked or intimidating but those gentle low hills were very feminine and pleasing to look at, rock hard and quite brawny as they worked against me. Those small biceps were surprisingly difficult to overcome and I realised with strange excitement that stiffened my rod that my future bride could probably overpower a weaker man. I exerted more strength and watched the expression of despair as she felt the power of real muscle. “Time to submit, little one and become my bride” I tell her as I begin to power her down to one knee.
Suddenly Nandra fiercely brought the heel of a foot down upon my right toes. As I yelped in surprise she raised my arms above her head and twisted around, breaking my grip. Her right arm pistoned back and I groaned as a hard pointed elbow drove right into my unprepared belly. I spilt my breath and couldn’t stop creasing forwards. Moving slightly to one side, the semi-bare girl raised her right arm to hook it around the right side of my neck then clamped a hand around the back. Her other arm rose to slap a hand on the back of my head on the left side. My neck was now wedged between her forearms as both hands held the back of it. All of a sudden she brought her arms down fast whipping my head in a forward arc while leaning forward. In total shock, the Akhada spun around me so fast it made me dizzy and had to close my eyes as I flipped into the air. The next instant, I cried out in surprise as I crashed heavily upon my back raising a small cloud of dust to a noisy roar from the crowd.
I laid on my back stunned that the little girl had actually thrown me! I’d never expected that and was trying to get my head around it when the short but lovely legs of my bride-to-be appeared about a foot away. Naked apart from her briefs, I watched in amazement as the firm-bodied young woman threw herself forward into a handstand causing her breasts to swing as they dangled down. Twisting her body towards me, I watched in astonishment as it dropped like a stone. “WOARRGH!” I wailed as she belly-flopped across my stomach blasting more breath from my lips. My head and legs shot up from the ground with the impact then crashed back down again. The crowd went crazy, thrilled to see a big he-man getting beat up by a mere slip of a girl. I lay there stunned and winded as the topless beauty sprang to her feet and ran off. Her large well-defined calves flexed and waned as she danced away to the adoring crowd and I tried to imagine what they would look like if she wore high heels. I’d bet they would make most men stop and stare with longing wondering who the lucky guy was that had married her. She’s mine I would say with pride.
A rising volume of anticipation from the crowd woke me from my daydream to see Nandra running across the arena with her unrestrained breasts bouncing and sleek outer thighs pumping. She was heading towards me with a determined focussed look. I watched with incredulity as she threw herself into a clean walkover handstand with her short but lovely legs rising steadily overhead. It was a beautiful sight to behold and I couldn’t help adoring her well-formed figure until it began toppling towards me. Her belly dropped from a height to slam right across mine once more, pounding out my breath again “I might be small and not have big muscles but I make up for it in skill” she taunted, not even sounding puffed, as she lay across my stunned form. The crowd loved it and my face flushed with embarrassment and rage.
“Ready to admit defeat to a woman?” the girl asked as she rose and stood over me with hands upon her hips. The women in the crowd laughed loudly while the guys groaned, their disappointment shaming me that I’d let a much smaller girl get the upper hand. “Agility and skill are more important than strength” she boldly lectured then placed the bare sole of a foot on my face. The grit and dirt irritated my skin as she ground it in my face. “No, I won’t be marrying you” she told me with arrogance. I tried to push her foot off but it slid onto my throat and began pressing down. “Urrrk!” she was choking me, I grabbed the calves to lift the foot away but all I could feel was a solid mass of clefted muscle bulging with power while my head swam. I couldn’t even get my hands around it! “Thus did the Goddess Anahita stomp the Demon Lord into defeat” she declared which made the womenfolk cheer. Fading fast, I needed to use my strength and weight advantage to get her down and make her submit fast. Moving my hands from her thick unyielding calves, I clutched the slender ankle with both hands and girding myself while trying to block out the choking sensation, I focussed my angry energy into my arms. With a focussed surge of power from my mighty arms Nandra’s dainty foot flew away. Both of her legs went up into the air as she fell, giving me a nice view along the insides of her lovely thighs spread wide to underside of her panties tightly moulded to her crotch. She landed upon her back with a thud raising a small cloud of dust and a cute squeak of indignation to the cries of disappointment from the women and sighs of relief from the guys.
Nandra looked cute lying there upon her back with shock showing in her eyes and the hills of her firm breasts rising and falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath. I knelt by her head and smiled “There is no need for you to get hurt” I told her with a grin “There is no shame in admitting defeat to a bigger and stronger opponent” I saw her eyes narrow with smouldering resentment. She was a proud young woman from a privileged background “Come, accept your husband” I said, stretching out my right hand to feel her splendid big breasts. “No!” she shouted seizing my right wrist. Her right leg tensed with a hint of strength then became a blur as it rocketed up towards me. Stars exploded in my vision and pain ached through my jaw as the top of a foot hit my chin whipping my head to one side. It was like being kicked by a holy cow and I fell back with my senses scrambled.
With my wrist still captive, the back of a well-formed calve struck my upper arm as the sensational stacked girl pulled my hand towards her side. Bringing the top of her other leg up to the bottom of my upper arm, she captured it between her smooth-skinned legs in a figure 4 arm-scissors then forced my shoulder closer to the ground. “Marry you?” she fixed me with her big brown eyes. I tried to pull my arm free but it was locked tight. Her dance-trained legs were gripping my arm like a steel clamp! “Never!” she snarled then drew back a dainty clenched fist. She looked so cute trying to be tough that I had to laugh at her audacity. That ended as her right arm uncoiled like a taut spring and pain exploded in my chin as her small knuckles smashed against it. My head jerked back sharply with flashes of brightness and motion daze then came to a sudden jarring halt because she still scissored my right arm. The crowd loved it.
I rubbed my chin surprised that the little girl could hit so hard. I also didn’t expect her to roll suddenly onto one side facing away from me. As she was still tightly scissoring my upper arm, I went cartwheeling over the top of her and slammed onto my back against the ground. Before I could get a hold of my senses, the girl raised herself up on her hands while arching over me forcing my arm to bend painfully between her legs. “You are not a worthy match for me” she sneered as her bare boobs dangled and swung over me, teasing me with their erotic femininity. My trapped arm twisted between her thighs with her bodyweight baring down on it and she used her knee to apply even more agonising pressure. The crowd laughed as I kept yelping in pain. “I’m finding this very sexy” she admitted as I suffered in agony. “Stop struggling” she said “It’ll all be over when you scream out your admission of defeat” “Argh!” my arm felt like it could break at any moment. She may be a beautiful little thing with a hot body and great boobs but she was making me the laughing stock of the whole village! If I lost this match, I wouldn’t be able to live it down for years. I spotted my mother in the crowd. The disappointment and shame in her face hardened my resolve.
Being so close to the girl’s sensational taut body and firm rounded breasts as she arched over me filled me with yearning. Yet to have her, I had get her to admit defeat and that meant being on top. Nandra’s toned belly taunted me with it’s hard appearance as those lightly ripped abs rippled and writhed above me. Trying to ignore the excruciating tension in my trapped arm I pushed my free forearm against that wonderful bumpy landscape. It had little effect so I began slamming it against her firm sculpted stomach enjoying the demure lady-like grunts of discomfort. The inexperienced girl tried to grab my wrist to stop me leaving her supporting herself on only one arm. I struck like a cobra seizing the arm and pulling it from under her. As she collapsed on top of me, I tried to grab her around the waist but my other arm was still trapped beneath her legs and she managed to slip away then jump to her feet. Annoyed with myself, I leapt up and charged at her to take her down but the topless little minx was fast. Flitting quickly away, nimbly ducking out of the way of my arms as I tried to catch her, she giggled like little girl with a wide joyous smile. Virtually nude, she ran rings around me, teasing me like a lover. Her sexy fit young body and bouncing breasts drove me wild with desire as it glimmered in the sunshine with a light sheen of perspiration and muscle tone. Showing no signs of exertion, she made me look old, slow and clumsy which the crowd loved.
PHROAR that body was amazing and drove my dick to distraction. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I was going to do to it in the marital bed. Suddenly it was rushing towards me with her right arm extended horizontally. Too close to avoid, her upper arm slammed across my upper chest like running into a clothesline and knocked me from my feet. Falling onto the dirt on my back, I heard her fall next to me. The nimble nymphet recovered quickly and leapt back to her feet. That’s when I noticed the fine musculature of her back with clearly defined shoulder-blades rippling delicately beneath her toned skin as she moved. She is so fit and smoulderingly sexy, I could enjoy looking at her all day. As she turned to face me and bent her knees with purpose I came to my senses. With a sudden swelling of sleek hardness in her sturdy outer thighs she leapt into the air while throwing herself forwards. She was going to body-slam me again! With cat-like reflexes I flung myself out of the way with barely a second to spare then heard the satisfying sound of her belly slamming against bare soil and a girly gasp as she winded herself.
Needing to put a stop to this quick and make her admit defeat, I got into a crouch while the raven-haired girl rolled onto her back clutching her belly with her knees bent. I loved the shock in her sultry big eyes as she saw me tense my powerful legs to give her a taste of her own medicine. Launching myself into the air above her, I intended to flatten her under my own body-slam. As I fell I saw her legs quickly fold back over her belly, bent at the knees with the soles of her feet towards me. Tensing my abs just before they hit the raised soles, it still hurt and made me grunt. Her short sturdy legs gave way beneath me, bending back under my weight until the top of her thighs must have nearly touched her breasts. Just when I was expecting to fall on top of her, a shocking force flowed through her dainty feet as her stocky legs uncoiled like a spring. I was stunned to find myself propelled high into the air, moving backwards at enormous speed before crashing to the ground upon my back. The sudden impact temporarily winded me and I lay there shocked that her short legs could be strong enough to do that while the crowd roared it’s approval.
Feeling detached as if watching a movie, a beautiful young woman with a sensational fit sexy naked body, apart from some briefs, slipped into my vision. Looking down at me with a smirk of superiority, her fair skin glowed with a light sheen of perspiration in the sunshine that emphasised a hard toned ribbed belly moving softly as she breathed. Her perfect rounded breasts dangled freely as she leant forward to hook an arm beneath my right shoulder and grabbed my hair with the other then, with surprisingly strength, hauled me to my feet. Before I could react, she seized my wrists and pulled me towards her with those sexy boobs jiggling wonderfully, turning as she did so. My groin bumped against a lovely curvaceous hip, causing a strong lurch in my dick, then she leant forward. A hard yank on my head forwards and down then I yelped in shock as my dick momentarily rode up a pert buttock before I was flipped over her hip with my feet in the air above me falling helplessly towards the ground. Agony blasted my back as it slammed against the ground, creating a dust cloud and winding me again. No! How was this possible? I was stunned and ashamed that a beautiful little girl, practically in the nude had tossed me in a lightning fast hip throw!
My dick lurched again as I realised that this young cutie could really wrestle. It made me want her all the more and knew that I was going to have to fight to win her. “There are so many different throws and holds I could use on you” she told me with her big mesmerising eyes locking mine and a wide smirking grin. Raising my right wrist vertical she pressed a knee against the back of my shoulder then pulled the arm backwards making me groan in agony “I’m going to enjoy making you submit in front of the whole village” her husky voice made the hairs on the back of my neck rise as well as my dick. She noticed and chuckled at the sight “Oh yes, and make you ejaculate to publicly disgrace yourself while I’m at it” “Arghh arghh!” I yelped as she tortured my arm by tugging back against her knee several times, painfully stressing my elbow while the crowd cheered her on.
I tried to reach around behind me with my other hand to slap the girl’s hand away but to my embarrassment she grabbed that wrist too then pulled both arms horizontally straight behind me, forcing me into a sitting position while the whole crowd laughed at me. To make matters worse the sole of a bare foot pressed against my back between my shoulder blades while my arms were pulled back. I tried to grit my teeth and clench my eyes but it was too painful. “Argghh!” the hypertension in my arms as they stretched was painful while my shoulder blades ached. “Arghh!” I cried out again as the pressure increased sharply, ashamed that a topless girl could beat a big muscle man like me publicly before the whole village. “Years of dancing have given me strong legs” I heard her say as she continued to try to wrench my arms from the sockets “It’s a shame you can’t see this but my thigh has swollen up into a hard slab of solid muscle. Just feel it push your back away from me” With that a strong force flowed through her foot making me yelp and kick the floor in agony “Are you admitting defeat?” Nandra’s seductive husky voice asked teasingly as I clenched my teeth to stop begging her to stop.
Desperate to break her hold, I braced my legs with the soles of my feet on the ground and focussed my powerful legs to push myself back to cause her legs to fold up. To my astonishment all I managed to do was lift my torso from the ground while her leg hadn’t moved a millimetre. Her legs couldn’t be that strong! All the twisting of my arm was excruciating and I collapsed back to dirt trying not to scream. With the crowd’s laughter burning my ears the girl’s foot dropped from my back. Before I could react, she locked my forearms beneath her firm upper arms before forcing me to my feet. Her hot breath came close to my ear, tingling and tantalising it “I’m going to make sure you or no other man in this village proposes to me ever again” she whispered. Seizing my right wrist she swung the arm down towards the ground whilst moving by my side with a smug look of superiority. She looked so tiny standing next to me then her big breasts heaved as she swung my arm upwards while her ripped stomach rippled. Stepping her left leg forward with a sleek strong thigh visible she whipped my arm down fast in a forward rotation. With a lurch in my dick, my feet rocket from the ground as my body was flipped right over in a tight circle in the air. The spinning wrist throw was so fast, it scrambled my brains even before my back hit the dirt.
The wide smile upon Nandra’s face while she held my right wrist captive as I laid upon the ground at her feet mocked me, proclaiming her dominance and superiority over me. Oddly the unnatural thought made my dick lurch really hard. I yelped as the young woman bent back my wrist sharply before forcing me once more to stand and face her. The crowd loved the sight of the big muscle man forcibly controlled by the topless little girl. The height difference was noticeable and it was so humiliating that she was dominating me so easily. Staring at me with such smug intense confidence made my dick stiffen even more. Whipping my hand high once more while turning her back to me, she brought it down sharply in a rotary motion flipping me once more like spinning a wheel. The world spun around me making me dizzy while the crowd cheered then I cried out as my back hit the dirt once more sending jarring agony up my back whilst knocking the wind from me. I couldn’t believe it. The gorgeous little girl was throwing me around like a rag doll!
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