Destroyed

By Jason Pinaster

As soon as Robin set eyes on Slim, she realized that she had made a terrible mistake. He towered over her. His body weight was several times hers. And his body weight was all muscle.

She had worn a skimpy string bikini. She should have worn a suit of armor.

Yet a deal was a deal and there was no way that Robin was going to back out of their mixed wrestling bout, no matter how badly the odds were stacked against her. Besides, she had one chance—the fight was a handicapped match. All she had to do was survive for five minutes. If she was still standing after five, she would win.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Apr 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215769751

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Destroyed © 2023 Jason Pinaster

Introduction

The genesis of the story was the Timed Bout series which I have begun to post to my Deviant Art subscription stream (https://www.deviantart.com/jasonpinaster/subscriptions). The handicapped nature of the bouts--the larger and stronger wrestler has to force the smaller and weaker wrestler to submit within five minutes--seemed perfectly suited to a short vignette.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Other Pinaster Stories

Destroyed

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Back Notes

Copyright Notice

Work of Fiction Notice

Cover Credits: Many thanks to SleeperKid

Acknowledgements

Some of Jason Pinaster’s Other Erotic Combat stories:

Number One!

Jobber Flip

Camera One

Pinning Pete

Playing Possum

Red Rope Rumble

Right Hand Ready

Scissored

Seeking Sarah

Sex Wrestler

And for exclusive erotic combat content, please follow me at https://www.deviantart.com/jasonpinaster This story, along with accompanying photos was originally published on my upper two subscription tiers on Deviant Art where it continues to be available: https://www.deviantart.com/jasonpinaster/subscriptions New content is published monthly.

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories. His favorite themes center around erotic wrestling, tickling, wet & messy, and BDSM. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile or the notes at the back of this story.

Destroyed

Chapter One

I’m always up for a challenge. So, when this new girl came into the gym, I was intrigued. She was really big and wearing a dark blue one-piece swimsuit though it was soft enough to be a leotard. I felt almost naked in my skimpy red bikini and self-consciously adjusted its top.

The intriguing part was her body art. Colorful tattoos covered her left arm. She had a be-jeweled pagan sun-symbol on the top of her chest. Her left leg had tattoos of weapons and a garter belt. She had a stud piercing under her lips and humongous earrings.

Hi, I’m Bonnie, she said when she caught me looking at her.

Hi. I’m Robin. We both had long red hair, mine flowing freely down to the top of my breasts; hers was shorter and pulled back into a ponytail.

The gym’s owner was doing his monthly photoshoot for his newsletter so he posed us standing side by side. Put your arm on top of her head, he said.

I looked up at Bonnie. If I stretched, I might be able to get my hand on top of her head. Bonnie lifted her arm up and rested her elbow on top of my head. I smiled to hide how heavy it felt.

Bonnie rubbed her arm back and forth. You’re cute, she said.

I gently but firmly pushed her arm off. Not when I wrestle, I told her.

"You wrestle?"

"I wrestle." I turned to her and shoved her away from my body. Given the difference in our heights, I pushed on her hips. Given the fact that she outweighed me almost two-to-one, I moved just as much as she did.

I looked up to see Bonnie looking down at me with an upraised eyebrow. When do you wrestle?

You. Me. Here. Now.

She shrugged. You’re sure?

I nodded. Five rounds. No hitting or injuries. Win by pin or submission tap out. Forfeit to the winner.

Forfeit?

The winner owns the loser’s body. She can make the loser do whatever she wants.

Anything?

I nodded, trying to look defiant.

Sexual?

Of course.

Okay, she said, let’s go.

Bonnie bent down into the wrestlers’ ready pose. When I followed, she grabbed at my shoulders but I dropped down to her ankles and tried to wrap my arms around them. Except her legs were spread wide and I could only grab onto one of her calves.

She raised her leg, then slammed it back down. I barely held on. She raised her leg again, this time lifting my knees off the mats. Now, when Bonnie slammed her foot back down, one of my arms jiggled free and I barely held on. The third time slamming down she wrenched her leg free, grabbed ahold of my hair and pulled me back up to standing.

Are you sure you want to do this? she asked.

I slapped at the hand holding my hair. No hair pulling allowed.

As soon as she let go