Way More Than He Imagined

All people involved are imagined, and any resemblance or similarity to anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental.

This story is back to my normal scene - FemDom - but goes way further than I have before. I hope you enjoy it, and as always, please vote and comment at the end. Constructive comments are always appreciated, but a simple "crap" will do if you feel that is the limit of your writing skill.

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Way more than he imagined!

"Fuck. Damn", Ben could not believe his eyes as he stared at his phone screen. He slapped his hands down onto the table in front of him in the works cafeteria causing a few people to look over towards him. Nothing appeared to be damaged or harmed, so the temporary event was dismissed and they went back to what they had been doing.

The source of his anger was an e-mail from his holiday company "Euroflights" advising that due to the current terrible weather in the Mediterranean, their aircraft were in the wrong locations and his flight - for this weekend - had been cancelled. He had been looking forward to time away from work and secretly hoped that all the sun and sand - and maybe even sex, if he was really lucky - would improve what had been, up to now, a pretty uneventful year.

Ben Wilson had been born, and brought up, in a very small village and had moved up to "the big city" on the recommendation of one of his friends who told of unknown riches working in the capital. He had found a decent job and even had a reasonably priced apartment and, so far, the job was going well. He liked there were a lot of young women who worked alongside him, or managed the office of Parkentens, where he was at the instant of receiving the untimely e-mail. To make matters worse, they had refunded his payment, so he could not even try for an alternative without starting his search again.

Julia Marten watched the event unfolding and smiled as she thought about her plans for Ben. Ben knew who she was - she was a manager in his office, but not his manager. She was really cute and Ben had noticed her - in fact he had vivid dreams about what they might do together - but he was not sure she even knew who he was.

Julia knew who Ben was, all too well. Since he had started with the company, she had watched him at work and taken advantage of his manager's poor skills, to sneak Ben's personnel file away and make a copy. She was sure she was right about him; he was very polite, seemed a bit taken aback by the "city life" he saw daily, and was, she thought, overwhelmed by the amount of female flesh on display with long legs and cleavages in sight at almost every desk. She knew that most of the women working here were either doing it for a bit of independence money, or to find a guy who was further up the chain and had plenty of available cash. She had, herself, moved up one grade on the ladder by sleeping with (well, let's be clear, fucking the brains out of) one of the men who had been above her and had now disappeared to pastures unknown.

As he reread the e-mail, he did not notice her closing the space between where she had been sitting and Ben. "Can I help at all?" she asked, sweetly. "Err, oh.... I don't..... no, thanks" he replied. "What is it?" she demanded.

"I took next week off hoping to get away to the Med for some sun, but with this weather out there, my flight is cancelled and they have even refunded me, so I will have to start again if I can get a flight anywhere." "Not a great start," agreed Julia, "but if you want, I have a few days off, and, well, nothing much planned, so we could................? She left the offer open. Would Ben get the gist of her offer? He did seem a little simple, but she knew she was very desirable and had caught him glancing at her more than a few times. If her wiles had not worked on him yet, she could up the ante a bit too.

Her body was not exactly voluptuous, but she had curves in all the places men liked to see curves. A nice set of 34D breasts, and sparkling blue/grey eyes could usually attract anyone she wanted, but her tight figure, nice legs and black hair that fell to the top of her shoulders could always help her to sway anyone not totally convinced.

"Come on, live a bit!" she said to Ben, pushing him toward the outcome she wanted. "We could have a bite to eat after work, then hit the town or a club, or find a quiet place to chat. I have seen you about the office - how long have you been here, 6 months? - and you are a decent looking guy, and might have the attributes I like in a man?" She raised an eyebrow in challenge for him to find out what she meant.

Ben was confused, no delighted, no amazed by the way the conversation had developed. How did she know about him? Had she asked others about him? He had no inkling she was interested in him, yet here she was offering her company for an evening out, and, who knows... what more?

"That would be a wonderful idea," he replied, "but I do not know anywhere here really. Do you have any suggestions? But can I ask, why me? I didn't even know you knew who I was."

"Oh, I know you, Ben!" she replied, somewhat cryptically.

"Message me," she continued, "with a time - before 6:30 and I will choose a place, in fact I have a great idea where we should go. Looks like your weekend might be on the up!! Maybe even more," she added, smiling enigmatically at him. "See you later, message me."

With a quick swirl, she was gone. Ben watched her retreating from his eye line and smiled. What was going to happen? He wondered.

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Julia was smiling too, both outwardly and internally. Ben would never guess why she was so happy, and if she was right, his life was about to change more than he could possibly imagine. She made a call to a friend, confirmed the event and place for tonight, and checked what time she should arrive. She asked if they could change things to suit her, and, of course, they could. Always for Julia!

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The afternoon flew by, and Ben messaged Julia to say he would be ready by 6:30 and asked where they should meet. She gave him a location that he knew was not too far from the office and said she would be there at the same time. "Dress smart!" was her only request.

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6:30 arrived, and so did Ben, at the given location. Julia surprised him by arriving in an Uber and told him to get in. She said they were going somewhere quiet first, to get to know each other, then on to the event, which, she said, they did not need to be at until 10:00 pm.

She knows everyone and everywhere, Ben thought, apparently looking out of the window of the car, but was actually trying to see Julia's reflection in the glass.

She smiled, but knew she had to take the conversation along the predetermined lines she had in her head. He seemed to like talking and had a few stories - from back home - that she listened to, maybe not as intently as it appeared! Pretty soon they arrived at what looked like an office block, but had a glaringly Day-Glo green sign indicating it was a Café/Bar. Ben offered to pay the Uber, but Julia said it was taken care of. He still gave the driver a note to say thanks, and received a smile, a raised eyebrow and a thumbs-up in reply. Ben felt wonderful inside, and the evening had not started yet.

"Hold on," he called to Julia, dashing to catch up with her, "Can I take your arm?" Julia offered her left arm and he wove it into his right, "Thanks," he said, not even noticing the subtle choice Julia had made to have him on the left, where the woman would normally walk!

Ben felt like a million dollars with Julia on his arm, hell, a million was not enough. She is stunning, he thought, and could see admiring glances on the other people in the bar as they moved through to a secluded table in a darkened corner. As if by magic, their drinks appeared.... "I ordered for us in advance - they know me here" - she said. "Hope you like what I picked. I know it is not your normal cider or beer" she laughed. Ben was really surprised to see he had what appeared to be a cup of coffee in front of him. "Do you want sugar?" she asked, offering the bowl of little cubes of both white and brown sugar. She picked up her own drink - without sugar, or milk, he noticed, and gestured to him to take his.

They chatted for an hour, exploring details of their lives up to that point, but Ben was having such a good time he did not notice that she was telling him little, and he was blurting out everything. They had moved on to the subject of previous sexual partners, when Ben paused for the first time. "What is it?" she asked, not even daring to hear the answer that would make tonight even better.

"To be totally honest," he started, "I have not had any sexual partners, nothing more than a few kisses and a couple of times groping someone's boobs." "You're a virgin!" she looked at him, "I would not have guessed that. I would think the farmers daughters would be after a cute guy like you?" Her heart was turning somersaults, but she knew she had to stay calm. Somebody was going to end this night with a big smile on their face. "Well, I promise that v-card will be cashed in tonight!"

Ben could not believe how straightforward she had been! She had promised too! Not even a possible - a promise!!! That was not expected.

All of the chat had disguised how long they had been there, until suddenly Julia said it was time to go. "I think you might like this event!" she said as they hailed a taxi, "Have you ever done, or seen, any wrestling?"

That was totally out of left field, and Ben looked quizzically at her to see if she was going to elaborate, but it appeared not. "It is pretty popular where I used to live. The farmers and their sons, mostly, would compete to win some kind of trophy, but I never had much interest. I would watch it, and could see the strain each was putting in, but I never took part."

"Well, hopefully you will enjoy tonight. It will be different to what you are used to, but enjoyable, and we can get a meal there too."

Ben just agreed he would probably enjoy it, he would enjoy the meal, and he was already enjoying Julia's company. She smiled and took his hand. It was cool in the taxi, but, he noticed, her hand was really warm. About 10 minutes later, they arrived at a grand building somewhere in the West End, and Ben alighted, paid the driver, and took Julia's hand to help her out. Another smile, and Ben felt like he had won the lottery.

Julia guided them to a big over-decorative building with huge columns and a door Ben thought looked way too tall. Julia held Ben's hand as they entered and seemed to be looking for something or someone. A lady came over to take her tickets, but when she realised who it was, she just moved away allowing the couple to enter the inner lobby of the building where Ben found himself patted down, but Julia was left alone - almost deferred to. "What was that?" Ben asked, when the security guard had moved away. "Oh, nothing!" she replied, "just making sure everyone is here for the fun."

They moved through the lobby and then a large hall where Julia seemed to nod a greeting to almost everyone they passed. Ben received a few admiring glances too, so he just went with the flow and enjoyed the evening. Julia's earlier promise would ensure the night would be fantastic for him.

Eventually they arrived at a table which Ben assumed was theirs because Julia sat down and gestured for him to sit opposite her. "We can order after this bout has finished - I doubt it will be very long - and then eat after the main bout. Do you want another drink? "No, thanks," Ben replied, "Do you want one?"

They made their orders and Julia told the waiter they would be back for their seats after the last bout. She gestured to Ben that they should go through a set of doors he had not noticed in the corner of the huge room. There was a significant amount of noise, but Ben could not make out what it all was.

Whatever Ben had thought it might be, he was wrong! Whatever he thought he knew about wrestling was about to be blown out of the water. Ben took in the scene before him and looked at Julia. Her eyes were sparkling and she looked ecstatic. She gripped his hand tighter than she had previously and guided him to a table close to the ring, but just out of the ring of bright light illuminating the proceedings.

A roar went up and Ben watched in awe as the man in the centre of the ring was knocked to the floor with a crash, but what amazed him the most was the protagonist was clearly a woman. She had charged at him and just flattened him. Not letting him get up she fell onto his back pressing him, face down, into the mat. As she brought his arms up behind him, he started to try to kick out, but another woman appeared and sat on the back of his legs, pinning him down.

Ben looked at Julia who was enraptured by the scene. "Why is there 2 women and only 1 man?" he asked. "Look over there," she pointed to the far corner where a body was huddled on the ring floor, "It is a doubles match, but it looks like he is out of it, so they allow the other team to be 2 onto 1. It's not really fair, but life is not fair either, so it is allowed. I cannot see this fight going on much longer because the twins will just keep hurting him until he is knocked out.

Ben looked back to the ring and realised the two women were almost identical. They also appeared to know what they were doing as the man was bent this way and that, his limbs put into severe, torturous positions as the girls laughed and chatted to each other. All the man contributed were several, very loud, screams. His agony was clear, but the twins were just messing around flexing him this way and that.

"Why do they not just end the match? He is clearly losing." Ben asked and was astonished at Julia's reply!

"Oh, no! Once he is able to tap out the bout ends and they have to stop hurting him. While they can keep him from tapping out, they can continue their assault on him. Sometimes the men are so disoriented they don't know what they are doing, and then the girls can REALLY have some fun. There are often broken bones and severely wounded tits or testicles. These girls have no limits really, and many of them remember back to when they were fresh new-comers and were on the receiving end of the pain and brutality. Oh, they are going to try their signature finish!"

Ben watched, still having trouble sorting his thoughts and wondering if being so open with Julia had been a mistake.

"What they are going to do is lay the two men side by side in the middle of the ring, then run from behind them to the other rope, bounce off and then like in a long jump, they will leap forward, legs first and try to land on the midriff of their victim. If they get it right, the man's body will jerk up and the girls will try to get their elbow in front of them so it smashes into the men's faces. It usually ends in a black eye or a broken nose, depending how accurate they are, and they will score "club bonuses" if they get it spot on."

Ben looked at her, unable to believe his manager at work, was this crazed woman salivating at the idea of two men getting beaten so badly.

"You might get to learn what my signature finish is, if you are lucky, or perhaps, unlucky. It depends on how the night goes, I suppose."

"What? What did you say?" Ben looked at her, aghast at her comment.

"Oh, I didn't tell you. The 10pm fight is the main bout of the night, and it is "Me vs You!"

Ben started to get up, but two strong hands held his shoulders down, keeping him sitting at the table.

"You can't keep me here. You can't do this!" Ben wailed, "Let me go, right now!"

"We cannot have you leaving yet, Ben," Julia said, "We haven't fought yet, and remember, I did promise to take your v-card tonight."

"I don't want you to," he spat back at her, "I would rather wait for someone deserving."

"Oh, come on, Ben. You know you want to, and I know I want to too! AND, to save her any pain and suffering, your SISTER wants you to!"

"WHAT!!!!!"

Ben saw his sister, Sally, moving through the room, flanked by three very large men, clearly controlling where she went.

"It is simple, Ben!" Julia continued, "We are going to fight, and you might win.......... No, you won't..... I will beat you. Then we will have a long night of lust; lots of fucking, you losing your virginity, me ensuring your injuries get a chance to heal and then, well, you have a week off so we can play around a bit!"

"NO! You can't do that. I won't fight you! You're sick!"

Julia looked at him, unperturbed by his outburst and smiled, "I think you will change your mind, because if you don't then I will fight your sister instead, and when I beat her, these three gentleman, and I use the term loosely, will take her away from here for some fun, before taking her home, probably on Tuesday or Wednesday."

Ben looked at Julia, completely stunned by her statement. She was blackmailing him to be sure he would fight her, knowing she would hurt him badly, and in order for him to protect his sister from harm, he would basically have to agree to fight. Not only would she get her way, but he would have to agree to the bout, so he could not even say it was against his will.

The fight in the ring was basically over, with the crowd just awaiting the twins signature move to see if they could hit it perfectly. Their ranking points gained from a perfect "2 broken noses" would put them second in the rankings, missing it would leave them in 5

th

place.

The men were lying comatose on the mat as the girls psyched each other up and rushed across the ring. They both returned to the other side of the ring, turned and, after 2 steps, launched themselves at the midriff of the broken men. The crowd was silent, wanting to see the carnage of two perfectly executed nose breaks, but not tonight!!

One of the twins just landed a bit to one side and even though her man jolted up, she was only able to give him a forearm smash, doing no new damage to his body. Her twin had landed perfectly and hit her man's nose right on the bridge, bringing forth a deluge of blood.

You could feel the disappointment in the crowd, hoping they would have seen the double break.

Ring staff came out to clear up the mess and remove the broken men. The girls waved and grinned to the audience, but you could see in their faces that they really wanted that perfect finish. They would only rise to 4

th

place on the table, which was something at least.

Ben watched in terror. There were two twins and only one Julia, but he was no wrestler and she seemed hyper confident in her ability to destroy him.

She stood and directed him to a door near the ring which presumably went to the dressing rooms and indicated to Bens sister and the three men by her that they should sit at the table that she had just vacated. Ben was standing watching until Julia pushed him in the back indicating he should get moving.

She pushed him a few more times, until they arrived in the changing room where he found a singlet that Julia told him would fit. She went to the next room to change.

Ben slowly undressed, still in a bit of a daze at how things had happened and tried the singlet on. It fitted well enough so he put on the boots which had been left beside the benches. Julia called out over the dividing wall to see if he was ready? He was not ready, and never would be, but he said he was changed.

"OK. Go out of the door we came in from and turn right. Follow the corridor until you see a green "RING" light on the wall. That is the entry to the ring and someone will be there to guide you in. I will join you in a minute."