Female Domination - Margot's Brothel. Part 17
Amanda was a born predator; from early childhood, she practiced wrestling and noticed that strongly squeezing her legs and rubbing her clitoris against an object inevitably led her to orgasm. So during training and sparring sessions, when a still very young Amanda would transition into a hold, she would inevitably wrap her defeated victim in her strong legs and equally strong arms, thus stopping physical resistance, but she was in no hurry to finish the submission hold or the fight to its logical conclusion. Instead, she continued to play with her victim like a cat with a mouse, now loosening her grip, now locking them again in her steel pincers.
Of course, her teammates at the gym noticed this and, clearly inferior to her in strength, understood that, for example, when she grabbed someone's neck with her hands and applied a chokehold, she wouldn't press it to the point of the opponent's surrender, meaning the tap-out on the mats was necessary to concede defeat. She would also firmly grab her opponent with her legs and press her aroused vulva tightly against her, after which, alternately constricting the airways and then loosening up, she would begin rubbing against the body of the already defeated girl.
The girls also felt what was happening, but to give up in front of the coach in a situation that clearly didn't require it was impermissible in sports and would inevitably lead to the coach's displeasure. However, no one dared to say or reveal that Amanda was simply openly raping them on the mat in front of everyone. Everyone just avoided her and steered clear of sparring with her.
Amanda had a great sports future ahead of her, if not for these "quirks" of hers—coming during sparring. The moment she came, she would, of course, tighten her grip, whether in a chokehold or a submission hold, and then the defeated girl would tap the mat, practically losing consciousness or whimpering from the intense pain, and that meant Amanda had once again quietly raped another victim, or once again.
Even as a group, the girls didn't dare confront her, neither in the wrestling hall nor in the locker room. They probably even feared that provoking Amanda into a conflict could end in real rape for them. In the locker room, Amanda paid no attention to any of them; she simply took off her clothes, then her panties, which were always wet after training, and went to the shower. She always showered alone; even if she entered the shower and someone was there, that someone would quickly run out, unfinished, and wait with everyone else in the locker room until Amanda had rinsed and washed up.
Her body was as strong as steel, every muscle bundle rippling on her body as she dried off after the shower. However, the girls simply didn't understand that Amanda was only dangerous in those moments when she hadn't come yet; afterward, she didn't care and had no interest in anyone. Of course, Amanda already had her favorites among the girls in the wrestling club, ones she loved to wrestle with, and the girls, understanding this, were afraid of becoming one of her favorites. But as they say, however long the rope, it will end, and so here too a scandal eventually erupted, and to avoid washing dirty linen in public, Amanda was forced, to the coach's deep regret, to leave the wrestling club and end her brilliant sports career.
Hormones began tearing Amanda apart from the inside due to the lack of sparring. And so, one time, left alone at home with her brother, Amanda started pestering Tyoma. She began playfully grabbing him by the arm, then the neck, then the leg, and just as playfully letting him go. Tyoma, breaking free (probably in those moments he thought he was breaking free himself), would crawl, for example, from one end of the sofa to the other, leave the room where Amanda had suddenly attacked him, twisting his arm, go to another room, and in the bathroom when he was washing his face, Amanda just as brazenly and deftly pinned him against the wall, and he, again supposedly breaking free, could only say to her:
— Leave me alone.
— Let's wrestle — Amanda said with a predator's smile — Come on, Tyom, I need it for practice. However, Tyoma wasn't as athletic as she was and continued to avoid her persistent advances. Tyoma had always been weaker than her and therefore always agreed with her and didn't argue, avoiding a humiliating defeat by a girl. But wherever Tyoma went, Amanda would appear there and again and again tried to twist him into a hold.
— Let me teach you some moves — said Amanda, whose hormones were already whistling out of her ears and nose like a steam engine.
— No, I don't need it — Tyoma fended off these annoying advances.
— You'll be able to stand up for yourself — Amanda continued persuading her brother, grabbing him by the neck and pulling his head down to her crotch, bending him at the waist.
— I can stand up for myself — Tyoma tried to break free, pushing against his sister's strong legs and unsuccessfully trying to pry apart the hands locked around his neck in a wrestling hold. She let him go herself, and he walked quickly to his room but didn't manage to close the door, as Amanda had put her foot in the way.
— Let's see how well you can defend yourself? — Amanda asked, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back — Come on, break free.
— Just leave me alone — Tyoma protested, trying to pull his arm free, but Amanda's hands were already around his neck, intertwined in a chokehold. Tyoma wheezed, trying again with his hands, weak compared to Amanda's, to free his neck and head.
— Come on then — Amanda mocked him, maneuvering him while maintaining the same hold and sat down on the sofa. She wrapped her powerful legs around his body, pressing her already aroused and lustful vulva against his thigh, slightly to the side. After that, still holding Tyoma in the chokehold with her hands around his neck and her legs around his waist, she fell back with him onto the sofa, where, slightly squeezing his neck, she began rubbing Tyoma's thigh with her vagina. Tyoma realized what was happening and tried to break free, but Amanda's hands tightened with his attempts to such an extent that he lost the ability to breathe, let alone shout; he could barely even wheeze. Her legs squeezed his torso with such force that he felt his guts might come out of his ass and throat.
When Tyoma stopped trying to break free, Amanda continued her movements as if fucking his thigh with her crotch. Tyoma felt she was simply brazenly raping him this way, but this violence was more moral than actual, and since he couldn't do anything anyway, he resigned himself and surrendered to his sister's power. Amanda, realizing Tyoma had stopped resisting, deliberately loosened her hold, and Tyoma, inevitably taking advantage of the opportunity, would start struggling with Amanda again, trying to free himself from his pesky sister. However, this was exactly what Amanda wanted; she would squeeze him again and continue rubbing her crotch against Tyoma's body.
Amanda began changing holds under her control, and releasing his neck, she would take his arm and apply a submission hold on it, while also repositioning her legs. Her legs were now holding Tyoma by the head, wrapped around his neck, and her aroused pussy under her panties and athletic shorts pressed against the back of his head. His arms were already quite tired, and she held them without much difficulty, gripping his wrists.
— Just leave me alone already — Tyoma pleaded pitifully, having gained the ability to speak — What do you want from me?
— I want you to be strong and start training with me — Amanda answered, her voice tinged with the notes of a victor.
— What are you doing? — Tyoma asked again — You're not wrestling! Are you fucking crazy, you bitch?
— You'll either help me now, or I'll do it all myself — Amanda began a frank conversation, realizing that Tyoma had indeed figured out what she was up to. This was actually the first time; that is, before, she had reassured herself that this (rape) didn't look so blatant, and no one even dared to hint that they understood what she was doing. Even when the scandal supposedly erupted, the coach simply told her he wouldn't train her anymore because the whole team simply didn't want to work with her and that this sport just wasn't for her. And now, when Tyoma realized she was trying to come using his body, she went all-in.
— Help me come, Tyom.
— What? — Tyoma exclaimed and was immediately squeezed with such force that he instantly regretted his outburst. Tyoma, as in sparring, began tapping his foot on the floor to let Amanda know he was giving up. She loosened her grip.
— Well? Will you help?
— Yes — Tyoma answered as quickly as he could, not wanting to experience such "familial embraces" again.
— Come here, Tyom — Amanda, loosening her grip, sort of quickly jumped over and, in the process, helped her brother turn his face toward her crotch — Tyom, you don't need to do anything for now, I'll try myself — with that, Amanda squeezed her legs, in which Tyoma's head was held, and with her hands pressed the back of his head against her crotch and began rhythmically rubbing against his face. Even through her panties and shorts, Tyoma could smell his sister's pussy and even her fluid, which had seeped through and was already on his lips. It didn't last long at all; Amanda came quickly, pressing for the first time against the face of a defeated opponent.
After coming, Amanda released Tyoma, who thought his skull had cracked when she came. His face was red, not just from the rubbing, but from anger and indignation. However, knowing the insane strength of his equally insane sister, Tyoma didn't dare tell her everything he thought of her at that moment. He simply left her sight, and from then on, Amanda completely went off the rails and, at any opportunity, would unceremoniously grab her victim and drag them wherever she wanted this time and however she wanted. Tyoma resigned himself to his fate; he was even once lifted upside down by her, and his head ended up between her legs, which she, as usual, clamped together and began rubbing. This position was similar to 69, but only standing, and only his head was pressed, squeezed, and clamped, and only Amanda received pleasure. After some time, Amanda suggested to Tyoma that she press her bare pussy against his face, to which Tyoma, of course, protested and heard from Amanda:
— Tyom, well, I could have just not asked — she sort of put a period at the end of that argument.
Tyoma now pressed his face against her bare, wet pussy, then, at her insistent demand, began working with his tongue. This all continued until Amanda left to study at an institute in another city. In one of the nightclubs, Amanda stood up for a girl who was arguing with a guy and, holding him by the scruff of his neck with one hand, slapped him, for which she received a hefty retaliatory blow. Amanda, who was passing by this couple, instinctively grabbed the guy and, deftly twisting his arm, transitioned to a submission hold, but the guy didn't want to just give up to a woman, so she simply broke his arm. After that, the girl who had fallen from the retaliatory blow got up and, with full force, kicked the guy, who was kneeling and squealing in pain, in the groin. From that blow, he lost consciousness and collapsed face-first onto the asphalt.
— Thanks, girlfriend — she slapped Amanda on the shoulder — Come with me, I'm Rita.
— I'm Kristina — Amanda introduced herself with her real name — Let's go. Where to?
— You won't regret it — Rita answered her — I'm Margo. Heard of me?
— No — Amanda shook her head.
— Well, you'll hear then, now consider you've won a lottery ticket — taking her by the hand, Rita led her toward her car. That's how Amanda ended up in Margo's brothel, and as you've understood, she wasn't a prostitute at all; in the brothel, she constantly sought fresh victims among new clients and sometimes participated as Margo's bodyguard. By the way, her first "broken" client was precisely that guy who dared to hit the authoritative Margo outside the club. He had simply bumped shoulders with her and, not realizing who was in front of him, just retaliated to the slap, after which, as you remember, he was simply destroyed and didn't even understand how and what had happened to him.
Within a week, this guy, with a cast on his arm, was kneeling between Amanda's legs and, with the words "Sorry, Margo," received a golden shower under the recording of a cell phone camera. After that, he was put on monthly payments to the "fund for the independence of the women of Margo's brothel."