She walks from the bathroom; showered, teeth brushed, hair combed out into a ponytail, and with that clean girl scent, she is ready for bed. As she walks into the bedroom, he startles her.
"I see you have your wrestlin' attire on."
She is wearing a tank top and boy-shorts.
He is leaning back against the footboard of the bed. He is dressed in boots, jeans, and a black t-shirt.
He rushes her, pushes her against the wall, and with his hands around her throat, he lifts her onto her toes. They are the same height. That is where the equality ends.
"I have to..." She takes a breath as he pushes his knee into her crotch. "...get up early..." She says, as she breaks free of him and dashes under his grasp. He turns and she bolts for the bed.
The Rules:
1. No eye gouging.
2. No biting.
3. No kicking or striking his balls.
4. He cannot punch her in the face or stomach.
5. Except for the above, what one does, the other can do in return.
Each gets to choose their own definition of a win, for her it is getting under the bedcovers and for him it is over when he is done with her.
She giggles as she rounds the far side of the bed, attempting to climb under the covers and declare victory.
"Fuck that." He says.
He careens across the bedspread snatching her hands as she pulls back the covers. He drags her across his torso and he rolls on top of her. He pins her hands above her head. Nevertheless, she is able to swing her legs striking him and he tumbles to the floor pulling her down on top of him.
Smack! As the back of his head strikes the floor.
"Are you ok?" she asks as she straddles him.
"Get up. Get off of me." He says.
He gets up off the floor and sits on the edge of the bed.
"Do you need anything?" She asks.
He looks up at her.
"You started it!" She says.
"And I will finish it." He says.
Quickly he grabs her by the ponytail. Twisting it, he inflicts enough pain that she fails to react in time and finds herself over his lap, restrained by his forearm.
"That's not fair." She says.
"Where is fair mentioned in the rules." He replies.
She struggles or squirms under his control and he smacks her ass hard several times. He pulls her shorts down around her thighs and spanks her bare ass.
"Fuck. That hurts. Stop please."
He shoves two fingers into her.
"Are you sure? You are pretty damn wet!"
She looks back at him as he slides another finger into her.
"Want to come?" He asks.
"Yes."
He slides his hand down the inside of her thigh and just above her knee he presses deep with his fingers.
She convulses.
"No! Don't." She giggles and screams.
"Please. Stop."
She is spastic, without the muscle control to marshal a decent defense.
"I hate it when you tickle me."
He slides his hand between her legs.
"Doesn't feel like hate to me."
He inserts his fingers inside of her pussy and pushes his free hand deep into her armpit.
"No. Damn it."
She squirms, writhes, and holds her breath trying not to laugh.
"Do you know your pussy clinches when I tickle you."
She is breathless. He pulls his fingers from her and releases his grasp and from his lap, she slides on to the bed and pulls her shorts up.
"Just be nice." She says slowly edging her way to the other side of the bed.
"I am nice...Nice and crafty that is."
He grabs both of her feet; pulling them together, he retrieves a pair of hefty zip-ties from his back pocket. The ties are intertwined to form 'cuffs'. He shoves her feet through the zip-ties and pulls them closed around her ankles.
"Hey! What is that?" She says.
He holds her bound legs under his arm and lightly touches the souls of her feet.
"Oh. No." She says.
She bucks violently and he tosses her to the center of the bed.
"Hey Ariel. You look like a mermaid with your legs bound like that."
She pulls the bedspread down and attempts to climb under the covers. He walks around the to the far side of the bed and kneels on the covers. She is unable to pull the bedspread from under his weight and he denies her victory.
He picks her up by the shoulders and she tries hitting him in the arms and chest. He tosses her into the middle of the bed and again pins her arms down.
He leans down to kiss her and she moves her head from side to side to foil his attempt. He moves to her neck and kisses it.
"Noo!" She says.
She swings her legs towards him, striking him in the ribs with her knees. He reaches around with his free hand and grabs her legs. Holding them firm under his arm, he rises up on his knees and rolls her up onto her shoulders.
"Uncle?" He asks.
"No." She replies.
He is able to get his hand between her knees and press deep into her muscles invoking her to giggle, gasp and thrash about.
"Pleasee...Please"
"Uncle."
"No."
"You never like giving up. Always want it taken from you."
He lets go of her legs. She sighs, takes in a breath and relaxes her muscles. He rises up and straddles her upper torso with his weight resting on his knees. She attempts to knee him in the back.
