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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: "Captured by Stephanie" (F/m, teen, wrestling, humiliation)
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Captured by Stephanie (F/m, teen, wrestling, humiliation)
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by Jari 
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WARNING: Standard Disclaimer. The following story is purely a work of
fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18,
stop reading now. This story contains more or less sexual behavior. If
you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is
purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is
purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage
resulting from reading this work. Copyright 2003, the author.
All rights reserved. Any reproduction of this work outside the
confines of the usenet news group, alt.sex.stories, without the
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PS: I "borrowed" the beginning of this story from another story: The
First Time, by Zara Thustra. But after four paragraphs the story takes
a turn of my own evil mind, so I hope the original author will pardon
my bold act.
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		"Captured by Stephanie"
		 by Jari


I have always fantasized about being involved with a dominant woman.
For as long as I can remember, I have always been intrigued by
powerful and demanding women. Even as a child, my favorite times were
when I was caught and tied up in a game of Cowboys and Indians.
Usually by Stephanie, the girl who lived just up the street from me. I
always gave up much too easily. She knew it too, but she always seemed
to get just as excited as I did at the prospect of capturing and
binding me.

As we got older, we continued to play our game of Cowboys and Indians.
I'll never forget, the last time we played was in the seventh grade. I
was sneaking up on her trying to capture her and she turned around and
jumped on me, wrestling me to the ground. She looked down at me from
her position on top. She was at this time several inches taller than
me and weighed about 10-15 pounds more than me. She put her knees
outside my legs and, holding each wrist tightly, pinned me down. She
told me I had been "caught." I could see a look in her eyes that
seemed to be a mixture of excitement and curiosity. She told me she
would let me up if I promised to stay right where I was until she came
back. I agreed and sat there waiting while she ran off into her house.

She was gone about fifteen minutes and came back with a piece of cord
about four feet long and a silk scarf. I looked up at her as she
approached, and for the first time, realized how attractive she was.
Her breasts were just beginning to show signs of womanhood and her
tall thin body was gorgeous. I was at the age when I had just begun
thinking about girls, and I had hoped that she was starting to think
the same way. She stepped over me and told me I was her prisoner and
had to do everything she said. I agreed. She told me to roll over onto
my stomach and put my hands behind my back. She kneeled down, putting
one knee in the small of my back and lifted my arms straight up. She
told me to hold my wrists together and keep my arms straight up and
down. I did as she said, and before I knew it I felt her tying the
cord tightly around my wrists.

When we had played before, we had always tied each other loosely so
that we could get away if we had to, but this time, I knew I was
really tied up. I protested, telling her how much she was hurting me,
and she smiled, and without saying a word put the finishing touches on
her work, pulling the ends of the cord tightly and tying it off in a
knot. She helped me to my feet and looked me over. She picked up the
scarf off the ground and tied it around my head completely covering my
eyes. At first I could see around it, but she flicked her finger near
my eye and my wince gave me away. She retied the blindfold several
times, until she was convinced I couldn't see anything. I asked her to
take it off and untie me, and she reminded me that it was my idea to
play in the first place. I agreed and began to feel a certain amount
of excitement, as I began fantasizing about Stephanie and what she
looked like naked. I felt an erection growing in my shorts, which were
old and fairly tight. I couldn't see what it looked like, but from
Stephanie's giggles, I could tell it was obvious. She told me that she
always knew I liked being tied up, but never knew I liked it THIS
much, and laughed again.

She began to play our original game of Cowboys and Indians again, and
she told me how proud she was that a Comanche squaw like her had been
able to capture an Apache warrior. She then pulled me over to a tree
and bound me at the stem. She did that pretty rough so I squirmed a
bit. "Stand still, Geronimo," she told me and she grabbed me at my
balls. I almost choked at her rude treatment. "Now wait until I come
back." I heard her retreat and for a while I was alone again. I didn't
feel comfortable because I was blindfolded and could not see what was
happening. At the same time it was very exciting to be standing there,
tied to a tree, very helpless and at the mercy of this girl. After
about 10 minutes I heard noises. I supposed Stephanie was returning
but it seemed there were more children accompanying her. I heard how
they sat themselves on the ground somewhere in front of me. Then there
was silence again for a while.

Then I heard Stephanie speaking. "I open this meeting of the great
warchiefs. Ugh. This is a great day for the Comanches. We have
captured the dangerous Apache Geronimo. See how he stands there bound
and completely in our power." I heard some children's voices cheering.
Some objects (small twigs?) were thrown at me, but they didn't hurt
me. Then Stephanie was heard again: "what shall we do with him?
Torture him to death? Burning him with cigarettes? Tell me, great
warchiefs." I heard again other voices, proposing the most terrible
and horrifying punishments for me. I began to be terrified. "Please
untie me, Stephanie. These ties hurt!" I exclaimed.

Suddenly my blindfold was removed. I blinked because of the sudden
flood of light. Then I saw Stephanie standing next to me holding the
blindfold. In front of me two younger kids, a boy and a girl, were
sitting, watching me. I seemed to recollect that these were kids from
some streets further on. Stephanie began to speak again: "we have you
in our power, Geronimo. But we Comanches are a noble people." She
moved her hands in an inviting gesture to provoke cheers from the
other kids. They complied readily. "Therefore we will give you one
more chance to get free," Stephanie continued. She waited a few
seconds. I was very anxious to know what this chance might be. "You
are allowed to fight with me. And should you win you are free to go!
If not, we will remove all your clothes and we will leave you here
behind, to be eaten by the wild beasts!" she exclaimed.

I frowned. Up to now my fights with Stephanie were more of a ritual
character than that they had been real fights. As said before: I just
enjoyed being overpowered by a girl, therefore I did not resist too
much. So I was not sure whether I would be able to beat Stephanie in a
regular fight. But I sure didn't want to be tied up again and being
stripped in front of her and these two minor kids and left behind in
the woods! So I should HAVE to win this time, one way or the other.
"Geronimo accepts the fight," I answered solemnly. "Untie him,"
Stephanie ordered the two small kids. They started to loosen the
knots. It took them some while. At last I was freed. I considered for
a moment to just run away, but I knew Stephanie would outrun me, so I
decided to go through with the procedure.

"Strip him down to his underwear," Stephanie ordered again. "Hey, what
the fuck...." I exclaimed. I was not prepared for this. To my
astonishment Stephanie began to undress too. When she pulled her
t-shirt over her head she appeared to wear no bra, though her breasts
were already developing quite nicely. My mouth went dry. I felt dizzy
and didn't resist the two kids who quickly removed my clothing as
well. In no time Stephanie and I stood opposite each other, only clad
in our white briefs. The sight of my opponent stunned me. Stephanie
was a long, lithe girl, and now that she was almost naked you could
see how muscular she was. But what distracted me most was of course
the sight of her blooming breasts. Her nipples poked out quite nicely.

Suddenly she jumped at me. I was used to resist feebly, and I would
have let myself easily being brought down, but now I fought back. At
least I tried to, because Stephanie had taken hold of my head and held
it in a firm grip under her right arm. I was forced to bend down. My
left cheek was pressed against her right tit, which really took my
mind of the fight. I felt her soft, rather cold flesh against me and I
got a raging hard-on. Also, because I was forced to bend down, my eyes
were focussed on her muscular, long legs, which was also an exciting
sight. In short, I was doomed from the beginning. She applied a bit
more pressure on me and down I went. She turned me on my back and
straddled me, my wrists pinned above my head. The fight was over in no
time. I was really appalled by the ease with which this girl had
brought me into submission. I struggled and squirmed under her body,
but I knew from the beginning that it was useless. Once she had been
able to sit herself on top of me I would never be able to throw her
of. I knew that from our earlier wrestling.

I looked up to her face, which was hanging above me. She smiled a
vicious smile at me. "Do you give, Geronimo, and admit that Comanche
girls are stronger than Apache men?" I bucked violently, knowing what
the punishment would be when I gave. "Never," I cried out. I looked
upwards to the two small kids who were witnessing my humiliating
defeat. I saw them staring at my crotch and with a shock I realized I
was hard... very hard, caused by the embarrassment of being beaten by
a girl. And, wearing only small briefs, it was all too visible for the
spectators.

I was very much ashamed to lie down there, being exposed in this way
to these younger kids. My head became beet-red and I whispered to
Stephanie: "Please let me go, I am so ashamed and humiliated!"
Stephanie only laughed and put some more pressure on my wrists.
"Give!" was the only thing she said. "Never," I responded again. She
smirked even more viciously. "Pull his briefs down!" she said to her
two accomplishes. "Noooo, don't you two dare!" I exclaimed. But I saw
them giggle to each other and then they stepped towards me. I kicked
my legs vigorously around to prevent them to come too near me. When
Stephanie noticed that, she took her right hand off my wrist and
slapped me hard across my face. "Leave that, lay still," she said in a
stern voice. It really hurt and I understood I was completely at her
mercy.

I felt a pair of hands at my waist and then my underpants were pulled
down. 'Ooh,' I heard a gasp escape from the younger girl' lips as my
hard-on sprang upwards in the open. At that age my penis could not
have been more than about 5 inches or so, but for this small girl it
must have been a really impressive sight. I felt so ashamed that I
started to cry. I begged Stephanie to let me go and in the end she
pitied me and stood up. "Go back to your hunting grounds, Geronimo,
and tell your people that you have been beaten by a Comanche girl. Be
sure to never let your face be seen in this neighborhood again," she
threatened me. I stood up reluctantly, my penis still pointing upwards
towards my belly. I saw that the two girls had their eyes fixed on it,
while the young boy looked away from the humiliating sight. I grabbed
my clothes, quickly put on my underpants and ran away home as fast as
I could.

I must admit that the scene with me lying naked under Stephanie's
hold, with the two kids looking on, has often served me in my
masturbating sessions later in life. It never failed to send me off to
heaven in no time.


The end
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