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The Tigress Wrestling Club

By: LtLukas



Sweat poured from every inch of my body. It was leg day, and I've always hated leg day. The constant clanking of iron was a reminder of exactly where I was. The Tigress, the only women's only gym in my town. It was mostly little cardio bunnies running on treadmills, but there were a few of us who sought to put on a little muscle. And a little muscle was all I had- while it was true I was fairly toned, I was not a bodybuilder by any stretch of the imagination. The Tigress always did me favors as my round little butt had a firm jiggle to it and my C cup breasts were accentuated by my tight little belly. Every footfall seemed heavier than the last as I plodded my way towards the locker room to shower. My downward cast eyes soon saw long black stiletto heels, and I looked up to see the owner. 

Her name was Samantha Walters and she ruled the roost. She was pushing forty, but no one would have been able to tell. Her hair was a curly black tangle that reached almost to her waist. I had never bothered to ask, but I could tell she had double D breasts. She loved wearing tight jeans that conformed to her long toned legs and callipygian ass. No matter what room she was in, she seemed to have the most powerful presence. Her shoulders were always back and her head was always up, and you could tell she was quite proud. 

She stood in front of me to stop me. Her voice was a crystal clear soprano that oozed confidence. "Rachel Sullivan. Have you ever been to the back rooms?" she asked.

"No," I replied, "I thought that is where they did yoga. And I don't want to do yoga."

She smiled at my comment. "It isn't quite yoga. Why don't you come back with me?" Before waiting for an answer she headed to the back rooms. I followed. "I've noticed that the Tigress has done you a lot of good. And you have been tearing it up in some of the martial arts classes as well."

It was true. One of the reasons I loved this gym so much was because they offered various martial arts classes, from sambo to karate to MMA and beyond. And I threw myself wholeheartedly at every one. While I would hesitate to call myself an expert at any single one, I had become quite proficient at judo. I just loved seeing a girl go flying after a well-executed toss. I ran my fingers through my long, sweaty red hair as I thought of all the girls I had launched into the air. She entered into a room with a large black door. An ominous sign I thought. 

In the center of the room was a large red circle. In the exact center was a dot, with two hashmarks a yard or two off on either side. The room was fairly large and there was quite a bit of space outside the circle. There were two doors on the opposite side of the room. To the right of me, a camerawoman stood over her instrument, fiddling with something on the lens. Two young looking women sat in chairs against the wall, clipboards and pencils in hand. I shot Samantha a dubious look and she gave me a reassuring smile. "Just watch," the smile seemed to say. 

Two women emerged from the doors on the opposite side of the room, as if on cue. The woman who emerged from the right door was a rather diminutive brunette who had a toned, stocky body. She looked like a D cup in her tight green bikini. The woman that emerged from the door on the left was a different story; she was a tall blonde that had small shoulders but legs for miles. Her bikini was equally tight, but blue. The camerawoman fixed her lens and approached the brunette. She struck a pose, showing off her impressive arms and turned around to show off her equally impressive ass. The camerawoman moved onto the blonde who ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, and similarly spun to reveal her backside.

"On your marks!" A shrill voice pierced the silence, emanating from one of the young women in the chairs. The two women walked to the two hashmarks and crouched into wrestling stances. The other woman produced a stopwatch, and the camerawoman moved closer to where the two women were standing. 

"Three! Two! One! Begin!" the woman yelled. The two women in bikinis moved towards each other and came together violently. They pressed their two bodies together and wrapped their arms around each other, desperately seeking some sort of leverage. After a tussle, the short brunette used her low center of gravity to hip toss her taller opponent to the ground. An "Oof!" reverberated around the room as the blonde was slammed into the mat. The brunette straddled the blonde and leaned back, placed her arms around the blonde's neck and secured a choke. The blonde gagged and struggled in vain. The brunette was too strong for her. A second a two before the critical moment, one of the women in the chairs shouted "Break!" and the brunette released her hold. She got off the blonde and went back to her mark. The blonde woman rubbed her neck, and then stood up and did the same. "Begin!" was once again shouted.

A look of anger appeared on the blonde's face as she charged forward towards her opponent. Her opponent anticipated the charge and once again threw her to the mat. This time the blonde landed face down and the brunette quickly fell on top of her. She found the string to the back of her bikini and pulled. The brunette then grabbed both of the blonde's arms and pulled, yanking the blonde into a camel clutch, breasts fully exposed. The camerawoman was right there, showing the blonde's humiliation. I gasped and looked over at Samantha, who smiled coyly at me.

"Submit!" The brunette cried, pulling her opponent back even further. All the blonde could do is yelp in pain. The brunette once again pulled back and the blonde screamed out her submission. The brunette let her down to the mat. She took to her hashmark once again, anticipating the next tussle. The blonde was slower to get up, but made her way there. "Begin!" was shouted out once again. The blonde once again advanced on her opponent, beautiful breasts bouncing with every step. Instead of coming in high she launched a form tackle on her opponent. The brunette was taken by surprise and crashed down to the mat. The blonde moved up pushed her body down on her opponent. "One!" a woman in the chair shouted. The brunette struggled to no avail, still pinned by her opponent. "Two!" the woman shouted out. "Time!" the other official shouted, saving the brunette before she could be pinned. The blonde withdrew some distance and sat down. The brunette chose to lay there, and breathed deeply. 

Samantha turned to me. "So this is our wrestling promotion. It is a secret, so don't tell anyone. The way this works is that there are three five minute rounds. And a bonus round. Points are determined by submissions, pins, and flair. They" she pointed the women in the chairs, "are our referees. They give out points. We keep the point system under wraps so no one tries anything too gamey. "

"What do you mean by flair?" I managed.

She grinned again. "Stripping your opponent gives you a little flair. Sitting on her face, fingering her. Anything humiliating."

"That seems...odd." I managed. Hot, I wanted to say. Incredibly sexy, I wanted to say. But something held me back. I was doing my best not to be incredibly turned on. The girls were sweating which gave their sensual bodies a shine and glow. My breath was heavy. That was probably the reason Samantha was grinning so damn much.

The girls returned to their marks. The brunette licked her lips as she eyed her opponent. The blonde did her best to look cool and failed miserably. "Three! Two! One! Begin!" was shouted. The blonde was very wary of her opponent but the brunette rushed in recklessly. She swung in a punch to the blonde's gut and doubled her over. She then yanked her opponent's head under her armpit and hit her with a painful looking DDT. A pair of blue bikini bottoms was sent flying with a quick tug. The brunette looked on her downed opponent like a conqueror looks at a burning village and quickly went into action. She pulled one long leg up in a single leg Boston Crab. With her free hand she worked the blonde's sex. I bit my lip and leaned in. The brunette looked like she was wonderfully talented and the blonde was moaning in pleasure and pain. The blonde's hand hit the mat and she tapped her submission. The hold was released. The brunette licked her fingers and winked at the camera. The blonde laid on the mat and her chest heaved as she tried to regain her composure.

"On your marks!" boomed across the room. I leaned back and crossed my legs. I felt tingles like I never have before and I looked over at Samantha. She brushed a long tress of her black hair out of her face and maintained her smile. I was enjoying this greatly and Samantha knew it.

"Go!" The blonde was quicker this time, more prepared. She sprang at the brunette and hip tossed her to the ground. She used her long legs to constrict her opponent around the waist and removed her top. She rolled over so her opponent was exposed the camera and held on as her opponent thrashed against the vice like bind. The struggles were all fruitless and the brunette was forced to bellow her submission just before time was up. Both girls walked to opposite sides of the room and tried to collect themselves for the next round. 

I looked over at Samantha. "You mentioned the bonus round. What is it?"

Samantha chuckled. "So whoever wins gets to use their opponent on camera."

I arched my eyebrows. "Use their opponent? What does that mean?"

Samantha's smile was inscrutable. "What do you think it means?"

My mind raced. It could be so many things... so many wonderful things. "I don't know."

Samantha snickered. "The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser. We don't encourage sexual acts, but it just...happens. Cunnilingus, strap-ons, all sorts of things. We like to keep it so that anything goes."

I crossed my legs, trying not to show my excitement. The thought of dominating a girl on the mat and taking her afterwards appealed to me on a primal level. The girls moved back to their marks and I could easily picture myself in their positions. I would look damn hot in one of those bikinis too. The camera wouldn't bother me so much. Hell, if I could get a copy of the video, I would watch it a thousand times. Surely Samantha was showing me this for a reason, hopefully to get me to join. I was so in.

The women gave the sign to begin and the women clashed once again. The blonde was fading and was clearly tired from the strenuous activity she was undertaking. The brunette used this to her advantage and wrenched the taller woman to the ground and sat on her face. She found her opponent's sex with an outstretched arm and began working it. The blonde's moans were muffled between her opponent's legs and she curled her opponent's toes. Oh dear goodness the blonde was enjoying it. The cries began to reach a fever pitch and she tapped the brunette's leg in submission. Samantha rested her chin on her hand, looking on with great interest. 

The wrestlers disentangled, and found their marks. The blonde was breathing heavily and the brunette gave off a predatory look. At the call of the officiating crew the brunette leapt at her opponent once more taking down the taller girl with ease. Before she could really go to work the officials signaled that the match was over. The blonde held her face in her hands and Samantha strode over the victrix and held her hand high, signaling her victorious effort over her opponent. The brunette disappeared into the locker room and returned with a massive purple strap on. 

"On your knees." Her voice was like silk and the blonde quickly complied. She forced the blonde's mouth onto the toy and with two handfuls of hair bobbed her opponent up and down on it. A long spindle of drool hit the floor. She pushed the blonde down on the floor and spread her legs wide. The girl was grunting with effort and being rough with the newly submissive blonde. Gentle hands over the blonde's bouncing breasts elicited moans of pleasure. Violently shaking legs announced that the blonde was near climax and the brunette took it as encouragement to penetrate deeper, harder, more passionately. Finally, the blonde shouted her orgasm to the room and the brunette withdrew and looked down at the blonde, proud of her accomplishment. 

She then moved up and rubbed the toy across the defeated girl's face. "Say you want anal, you little slut. I know you do."

The blonde just moaned. The brunette smiled a manic smile. "That's what I thought."

She got the defeated opponent on all fours and began to work her mercilessly. She gave the blonde's backside a massive slap and pulled her hair. As much as the blonde didn't want to show it she was enjoying it immensely. The grunts and moans were low and had an animalistic quality to them. I had never seen an anal orgasm before and the blonde cried hers out. The brunette stood up and flexed. Her time was over and she retired to the locker room. The blonde lay on the floor, grasping for breath. 

Samantha looked at me. "So...are you in?"

"Yes!" I nodded, "Yes, I am." I said, trying to temper my eagerness a bit. 

"Good. We want to have you go at it next week. You will sign a contract before your first fight. Should be fun." Samantha added.

I nodded and began walking out. I am sure the other customers thought I was an idiot, with my giddy smile and bouncing demeanor.

The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 02



I guess I kept giving off weird looks in the gym all week. As I was on the bike machines, I would feel the tingles and I kept making weird faces. I was thinking about pinning my sweaty, beautiful opponent down to the ground, having my victory shouted out to the world, and then fucking her, face down ass up, until she begged like a whore. I must have involuntarily placed my hand near my crotch and scared off a few girls. Oh well.

I had been pumping iron and hitting the mats harder than I ever have. I wanted to be in the little wrestling club, and I wanted to win, dammit. If there is one thing I cannot abide it is losing. And the humiliation afterwards...blech. No. Not for me. I pushed myself to the limit, a la an 80's movie training montage, without the ridiculous hair and cheesy music. No, my hair was long and red and straight and perfectly natural, thank you very much.

Friday took its sweet time rolling around. Samantha shot me a text. It was fairly straightforward- bring yourself and any toys you might want to use to the gym on Friday at 9:30 in the evening. More details will be provided there. So I coaxed and goaded and jerked my awful car into the gym's parking lot at 9:15, picked up my bag with my favorite black strap on in it and entered the gym.

Samantha was waiting there, chatting idly with the girl that worked the desk. She looked at me and smiled her confident smile. Yes, I was there early because I was eager, dammit. I really wanted to be in that circle. She didn't say a word as she beckoned me over with her finger and led me to her office. A quick hand motion to the chair was all it took to plant my firm butt in the chair opposite hers and set my bag down near my feet.

"So let's clear up a few things before we throw you in the circle. First of all, you are going to have to agree not to make a fuss about what should happen to you in the ring," she looked me up and down, "should the worst befall you. We have insurance so we can pay for any injuries, but none have happened so I wouldn't worry about it. You have to do everything the winner says and should you win the loser has to do whatever you say."

I nodded. Seemed reasonable to me.

"Secondly, we have very strict rules for attire. We provide you with bikinis and ask you to wear them. We of course trust you to look decent in them, but I don't think we will have an issue with that. If your opponent strips you, you must leave that article of clothing off."

I nodded again. Hell, I was excited for a chance to show off the body I had worked on for months. 

"Well, those are the big rules. Try and be a good sport, win or lose, and trust your moral compass. We demand high standards here at the Tigress, and I think you will do well. So let's discuss the little issue of money."

I gave off a concerned look. Hell, I was so excited about the prospect of fighting and fucking on camera that I didn't even think about getting paid for it. I scratched my head. It technically was pornography, so it made sense if we were paid for the acts performed. "Ok, how much?"

"2,000 dollars if you lose. 5,000 dollars if you win. Both of these numbers can go up for tournaments and certain stipulations, and our popular girls can earn quite a lot of money for themselves. Oh, and if you're in the league, you don't have to pay gym fees."

I thought I heard a thud from my jaw hitting the floor. 5,000 dollars...wow. That would pay rent for a whole year. To get paid that much for something you wanted to do already was almost overbearing.

Samantha raised an eyebrow and the edges of her lips curved into a subtle smile. "I take it that is a yes?"

I nodded stupidly. 

"Good. The only thing you have to do is sign the contract." She produced an official looking paper from one of her desk drawers and pushed it towards me on the desk. I grabbed a pen and signed my name on the dotted line and looked up. 

"So, we're all set?" I probed.

Samantha nodded. "We certainly are. Your first match will be tonight. Your opponent will be Angel. I understand you know her?"

Oh Angel. A proud Latina girl who tore through all the martial arts classes. I had gone against her a few times and managed to hold my own, so I wasn't afraid of the coming match. And the girl was absolutely embonpoint. She had the biggest, roundest, most beautiful rear I had ever had the fortune to look upon. I bit my lip, thinking how nice it would look high in the air as I took her. 

"Already excited, are you?" She chuckled. "Head back to the little locker room back there. Your bikini is already laid out. We will buzz you in and then you will be wrestling. Sound good?"

"Yes. Let's do it."

"I hope you bring that attitude with you on the mat. The match should start soon, so I would recommend heading out." A twinkle of mischief flashed in her eye. I got up, got my bag and headed to the locker room. Samantha was true to her word and there was a black bikini on the bench in the cramped locker room. I slipped out of my people clothes and put it on. Samantha must have guessed my size and she guessed correctly. And I looked really good in it. It really stood out against my pale skin and the small bits of cloth held up my breasts spectacularly. 

I was getting really caught up in admiring myself before I remembered where I was. Wrestling. Right. I began to stretch as much as I could in the cramped room and get myself hyped up for the match. Angel was one of the fiercest competitors in the classes and I knew this would be a titanic struggle. I had tussled with her a few times and she had a slight edge. That wasn't ideal but she was beatable. All I had to do was keep a low center of gravity and try and tie her up with submissions. That, and try not to be stripped and fingered. 

Whew. Alright. I was done with my stretching routine when the buzzer in the room went off. I stepped out in my black bikini and looked around. Angel was there and I gawped at her. Her thighs were tree trunks, holding up a derriere that was even more round than I had remembered. The tight white bikini barely held out against her double D breasts and the bikini bottoms hugged her massive hips. 

"What? See something you like, honey?" She taunted as the camerawoman went up to her. She turned around to show off her backside. 

The camerwoman came over to me. "Oh yes, I can't wait to fuck you, hard." I shot back. She was looking me up and down as well. 

"On your marks!" The order was barked out by one of the young scorekeepers. We got on our marks and hunkered down into our stances. 

"3!"

I looked over at my opponent. She was smiling a manic, depraved sort of smile, probably thinking about all of the wicked things she wanted to do to me. I smiled back. I wanted to fuck her just as badly, don't you worry.

"2!"

I felt my breath becoming heavy. All of my muscles ached for combat. I was ready and willing to go. I wanted to go against this woman to feel my flesh against hers to bring her to heel and dominate her.

"1!"

Almost game time. Almost time to wreck this woman's world. I gritted my teeth and balled my fists. Time to go.

"Begin!"

Angel blitzed at me. She was quicker than she looked and she quickly enveloped me in her arms and threw me down to the mat. I looked up at her in complete shock. She snickered at me, standing above me and looking down on me. She quickly grabbed one of my legs and contorted my ankle into a painful ankle lock. I tried to roll out of it but she matched it. Soon I was on my belly. 

Angel was merciless in her application of the hold. She twisted my ankle and every pull sent waves of pain through my leg. 

"Submit! I submit!" I shouted. I slapped the mat. I was starting off a submission down. Fuck. I picked myself up and tried out my ankle. It hurt but I wasn't injured. I got back on my mark and huffed. Angel sneered. 

"Are you going to squeal when I fuck you?" She flitted her eyes at me as she asked.

"Begin!" A voice rang out across the room.

"I am going to smack your big ass so hard your mother will feel it," I replied.

Angel approached with a little more caution and I too advanced slowly. She put her hands up, offering a test of strength. I gladly accepted. I pushed her back with all that I could and I felt her giving ground. Just as I was about to push her to the floor she launched herself back and performed an upkick. She pulled my arms and the momentum sent me flying over her into the mat with an "Oof!"

She scrambled on top of me and held my arms down against the mat. I was lying supine and was looking straight up into her big brown eyes. She licked her lips and kissed me, deeply. She introduced her tongue into my mouth and I tried to pull away but she mirrored my every move and held on. I felt her legs wrapping around mine, making me completely immobile. I thrashed and wriggled only to be held in place by my opponent. 

Finally she withdrew and I gulped down the air. A look of relief spread over my face. The cruel smile that was on her face was my first hint that something was awry. She pushed her body up and then smothered me with her massive tits. I tried to shake her off of me. 

I could her laughing as I tried to escape the hold. There was a massive struggle for air which I eventually won, bucking and kicking enough to get her off. My face was red with shame and exertion and she gave me no respite. This time I was a little quicker on the uptake and ended up getting her on her back with my legs straddling her curvy waist. I twisted her neck into a particularly cruel Ezekiel choke and she was soon gasping for air and clawing at me, trying to get me off of her. She thrust her hips powerfully and I was soon dumped off to the side of her. We both leapt at each other again and she heaved me to the ground. I was face down when I felt my bikini top's strings being pulled. Soon after, I found my arms being pulled up forcing me into an incredibly painful surfboard hold.

The camerawoman zoomed in on my tits and my face burned with humiliation. Angel rocked back and forth making the hold that much more excruciating. I was ready to cry out my submission when the savior from the sideline called time. She let me down and I rested on the mat for a second. I didn't pick up my bikini top. It didn't seem sportsmanlike. Or sportswomanlike. Whatever. I was breathing heavily as I approached my mark. A sidelong glance at Angel was enough to see that she was barely even sweating. Crap.

"On your marks!" We both crouched down into our wrestling stances once again. 

"I bet you like it when your tits are squeezed when you're fucked, whore." Angel hissed.

"And I am going to pull your hair when I take you from behind, slut," My voice was pure venom.

"Begin!"

We both had our hands in front of us, ready to defend our tight bodies. I made a slow circle, seeking any weakness she had any lapse in movement. But no. Angel was perfect and her form was flawless. She sprang at me and quickly swung me down to the mat. She flipped me over on my front and wrenched my leg into a painful single-leg Boston crab. With her free hand she skillfully untied my bikini bottoms which left me nude and helpless. She began to play with my clitoris sending tingles of pleasure up my spine as she racked my leg. I slapped the mat in submission and she let me go. 

I did not hurry to get back to my mark. Angel was talented with martial skills and with certain more...illicit skills and I felt no need to get punished by both. She looked at me the way I imagine lions look at wounded gazelles and I shuddered at the thought of being had by her. I put on a more serious face and bent my legs. I didn't feel like getting fucked. My firecrotch was exposed to the world. It wasn't quite a jungle or anything but I had gone a bit without shaving and it showed. Angel found it with her eyes and smirked. 

"Begin!" Angel charged at me and I sent her crashing to the mat with a perfectly timed hip toss. I jumped on top of her and held one of her arms in a kimura as I undid her bikini bottoms. I then put a ton of pressure on her shoulder and she bellowed out her submission. When she stood up the bikini bottoms practically melted off of her, revealing a Brazilian wax. I giggled and she shot me a dirty look. The playfulness that was on her face earlier was gone; she was officially livid now. Crap.

We both went back to our spots. "Begin!" Angel was taking no chances this time and advanced slowly, cautiously, eyes alert to any possibility. She grabbed a fistful of my bright red hair and tucked my head between her strong legs. I could feel her shaking her ass before coming down to the mat. Pain surged through the crown of my skull and I held my head in my hands. Angel used the opportunity to wrap her legs around my head all but forcing my nose into her exposed sex.

The vice grip of her thighs and the smell of her warm sex were almost overwhelming. I felt myself getting woozy and had to fight to remain in the waking world. I tried to roll and twist away from my captor but her legs were too strong. I tapped the side of her thigh, signaling my submission and she let me go. I lay on the mat for a few seconds, trying to suck in all the air I could after such a struggle. I picked myself up after a few seconds and found my way back to my mark. 

"Begin!" Angel darted towards me once again. She jumped into the air to try and bring the full force of her weight down on me. I grabbed her out of the air and squeezed her into a painful bear hug. Her beautiful breasts were right in my face as I did my best to squeeze the fight out of this woman. Her struggles did nothing and she soon yelled out her submission, just in time. The referee women announced that the second round was over and we disentangled. 

Standing a few feet away from Angel, I thought she looked the way fertility goddesses ought to look. The thin veneer of sweat coating her body made her glow under the lights and a long tangle of raven hair went down below her shoulders. And her hips...whew. The thin eyeliner she had on to accentuate her lovely brown eyes was beginning to smear. In that moment I wanted her like nothing else in the world and I was willing to do anything to have her.

"On your marks!" 

There wasn't any trash-talking this round. We were both focused like lasers and primed to go at each other. 

"Begin!"

I lurched forward to try and wrest her to the ground but Angel was ready for me. She put me into a vicious headlock as I struggled against her and gasped for air. With her free hand she pinched my nipple and twisted. I grunted, trying to fight off both the pleasure and the powerful woman behind me. She began to hump me as well, probably with the intention of humiliating me. Finally a blunt elbow to Angel's side was enough to dislodge me and I spun around, ready to attack again. She jumped at me and I dodged it to the side. A quick foot out was enough to trip her and I maneuvered so her gut landed on my left knee. 

I spanked her twice while she was over my knee and she yelped. I pushed her off of me and tried to pin her down. Angel pushed her legs up and I slid off of her. She was on top of me in a second pinning my shoulders down. I struggled mightily and got my shoulder up before a three count. Her breasts jiggled as she tussled with me and I could feel myself getting more turned on than I already was. She backed off of me and we both stood up, ready to attack each other once again. 

We wrapped up with each other, trying to find some leverage to dominate each other. Our sweaty bodies rubbed against each other. I grabbed her ample hips to try and throw her and she grabbed mind. We circled around each other, snarling and weakly attempting to bring each other low. 

"Time!"

One of the referees signaled out little bout was over. Samantha must have sneaked into the room while I was wrestling because she was there, talking to the referees for a bit before walking to the center of the ring.

"The winner is...Angel!" The little dramatic pause made my heart sink and the fact that Angel won made it sink even lower. 

She snickered and patted my head, patronizingly. "Wait right here, sweetie, I will be back in a second." She entered her locker room and emerged a moment later with a purple strap-on around her hips. I gasped.

"On your knees."

I hit my knees and tried to cover my face, to save myself some embarrassment.

"Oh no honey, I want the camera to see all the freckles I am about to fuck off of you." She pushed my hands down, turned around and gyrated her beautiful behind right in my face. "Weren't you staring at it? Come on, I bet you want to kiss it."

"No, please," I said in a timorous tone.

"Kiss my ass, slut." I pecked her bum.

"No, skank, you can do better." She demanded. I kissed her butt more passionately this time. A light laugh showed she was satisfied and she turned around, forcing the sexual toy in my face.

"Suck it. Make it nice and wet, because I am going to make you orgasm with it." I wrapped my lips around the strap on and sucked. Angel forced the toy deeper into my mouth and placed her hand on top of my head. I gagged which she seemed to enjoy and she thrust the strap on deeper and deeper into my throat. The feeling of being dominated, as much as hate to admit it, left me feeling incredibly turned on and my sex was deluged, priming my pussy for sweet sexual satisfaction.

After a minute or two Angel withdrew and pushed me onto the mat. She pushed my legs apart and entered me. I gasped as I felt the slick toy enter my pedals and a predatory smile spread over Angel's face. The woman began with long slow thrusts skillfully reaching parts of me that I had never felt before. With every movement of her hips her large breasts bounced up and down and I felt myself moaning with sexual ecstasy. 

Angel began to increase the frequency of the insertion, excruciatingly building up my orgasm. She grabbed my nipples with both of her hands and played with them titillating me even more. My leg began to shake with anticipation and my toes curled. 

"Are you ready to cum, slut?" Angel asked in a stentorian tone.

"Yes, oh god, yes!" I grunted.

Angel cruelly withdrew the toy, staving off my orgasm, or so I thought. With her thumb, she played with my clitoris and with two fingers she pumped my wet, aching vagina. All it took was a few seconds before I shuddered and screamed and shook out my powerful orgasm. I squirted for the first time, leaking a flood of my sweet honey onto the mat. 

Angel gave a satisfied smile, seeing my juices on the mat. "I knew you were the type." She leaned down and locked lips with me as she removed her strap on. She forced her tongue into my mouth and I let her, feeling completely overwhelmed by her skillful and strong sensuality. She shifted her body up and sat her rear right on my face. I grabbed her legs, trying to please my domme and that earned me a little chuckle. I was glad that my face was hidden so I wouldn't have to face my shame, humiliation, and degradation at the hands of Angel. Even if I was under her rear.

Time must have been up because she got off of me. She stood over me, legs spread over my trembling body. "You're pretty good. Not as good as me of course. But I would like to train with you sometime. I will catch you around." With that she walked over to her locker room and entered. I tried to get up and nearly fell over, my legs were so weak. I managed my way over to my locker room and sat down on the bench. 

My first bout could have gone better, I thought. Even if I did get an earth shattering orgasm out of it. I hunched over, still breathing heavy from the fight and the fun I had after. I wanted another chance to fight and win. I pulled my street clothes on and threw my bag over my shoulder. I was walking bow-legged out of the gym. Next time, Angel won't know what hit her. I am going to train with her and be the one on top afterwards. I limped my way through the gym. I ran into Samantha, who blew me a kiss good night on the way out.



The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 03



Angel lifted me up and planted my butt into the mat rather painfully. She then stood up and towered over me.

"You don't want to keep your knees locked. You need to be more fluid. Or else you will get sent to the mat every goddamn time." Her voice wasn't the venomous growl it was when we were wrestling. It was smooth, almost calming as she chided me for my mistake. 

"I know, I just..." I began.

"You just what? Want to get fucked again?" She sounded playful.

"No," I started, half truthfully. I wouldn't mind taking another tumble with her. The woman was good there was no denying that. "No, ok. I will remember that for next time." I put my hand on my head and wiped the sweat off. It was Friday, and I was told I would have a match today. Angel and I were practicing in an empty room to warm up. I looked up at her and she was as beautiful as ever. She had on black boy shorts and a white tank top. She looked like she was poured into both and the colors accentuated her ample figure. 

She sat down beside me and looked into my eyes. "You're getting better if it is worth anything. But I think we should stop for tonight. Your match is soon and we don't want to have you all tired now do we?" She rubbed my thigh as she talked. Every touch of hers was sensual and she knew I loved it.

"Mmmm, no. Better cut ourselves off right now." I said, propping myself up on my elbows. My plain black t-shirt was already starting to get a little sweaty and my red basketball shorts weren't exactly in pristine condition either. We had been going at it half speed for an hour. It wasn't like I was really tired, but I wanted to be at full strength for my bout.

Angel stood up. "Alright. I will catch you some other time. Good luck tonight." She smiled at me and left. I bet she knew that I was watching her go. She moved her hips so delicately, so gracefully that she had to have known what effect she had. I got up and dusted myself off, as if that did anything. I made my way to Samantha's office. My gym bag was already in my locker. I didn't bring my strap on this time. I decided it was bad luck.

Samantha waved me to the chair across from hers as I entered the room. She was on the phone with someone and brought the conversation to an abrupt end. 

"Hello Rachel. Your first match went quite successfully, although you might disagree."

I covered my face with my hands, feeling a little flustered.

"You had the highest amount of buys for a first time girl. A lot of people were apparently impressed by your fire crotch and your skills. Both during the match and after." She added with a grin.

"Well, that's cool, I guess," I said. Her bringing that up reminded me that a whole lot of people saw me get fucked on the internet. I had been into it at the time but thousands of people were into it as well. Shit. I didn't want to have that happen again.

"So here is your check," she said, producing a small blue piece of paper from the desk, "Two thousand dollars, as agreed upon."

I accepted the check and looked at it. There was a faint picture of a tiger on it. Huh. Looks like she was going all in on the Tigress thing. "So who is going to be my opponent for tonight?"

"Remember that brunette you saw fight the first night?"

My heart sank. I didn't know her. I knew she was strong and I saw her win. And I saw her force a toy into a blonde woman's ass. I winced at the thought of being used like that on camera. 

Samantha chuckled. "Her name is Jessica. And she is one of our better competitors here. She has a record of twenty five wins and ten losses and has proved herself to be quite popular with the buyers."

I groaned. I am sure she was, the little anal queen. 

"But I think you can handle her. After all, Angel has thirty two wins and three losses, and you managed to hold your own on the mat."

I considered that. Not only was Angel very good but she was incredibly experienced. Maybe losing the opening tussle wasn't the end of the world. My face began to light up a little bit as I was struck with a ray of hope.

"So it should start soon. You understand the procedure now, don't you?" It was technically a question. But she sounded like she would have been disappointed in me if I said no. So I nodded and she rested her hand on her chin.

"So unless you have any questions, I would ask you leave for the locker room and prepare yourself."

"Umm, yeah," I started, "Angel has had thirty five fights? How long have y'all been doing this for?"

"Well there was a gym I joined when I lived in New York. They had this little wrestling club, very similar to this one. When I moved out here two years ago, I started up my gym and thought I could make a little money if I had my own little wrestling group. I didn't like New York very much. New Yorkers are rude and all they do is bitch about how much the rent is." I nodded, knowingly. "But out here we are doing better than anyone did in New York," she continued, "The girls are sexier and more skilled on the mat. So we do ok for ourselves here at the Tigress." Her little speech was perfunctory and she finished it off with a wave of her hand. "But you must be running along. We wouldn't want you to be late, now would we?"

I got up and headed to the notorious back room. Upon entering I found the same black bikini that I had for my first bout. I pulled it on and tied it at the back, hoping it would bring me a little more luck than it had last time. At least I still looked amazing in it. The buzz over the intercom informed me that it was time to head out and start going at it. I looked over at my opponent and she looked back at me.

She hadn't changed much since the first time I saw her. Her body was still as toned as it ever was as the abs almost poking out from under her skin attested to. Her face, if such a thing was possible, also looked like it didn't have a drop of fat on it. Her cheek bones were high and her jawline was fairly well defined. She spun to show her rear for the camera and it was absurdly clear that she had done her squats.

It was my turn for face time and I turned on cue. I looked good and felt better. My initials fears were beginning to recede and I felt a wave of confidence as the camera panned up and down my back. I looked over at Jessica.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I taste like?" I asked, letting the statement drip with sarcasm.

"I'm not worried," she said and began to make a slow humping motion, "I'm just worried about how much I can make you grunt and moan when I fuck you in the ass." She looked like she was one hundred percent serious and I had seen her go through on the threat. I held my tongue. 

"On your marks!"

We both took our places. I looked her over one last time before we were to begin and she looked like she was ready to try and rip my face off. She might have been able to. I put on my own game face and hunkered down.

"3...2...1...Begin!" Jessica barreled towards me and I sent her crashing into the mat with a strong clothesline. Her head hit the mat first and I reckoned she was dazed enough that I could try something fun. I sat on her chest and held her arms down. She managed to buck me off before I could get a three count. Her face was red with rage and she quickly yanked me down to the ground. We tumbled for a bit before she ended up on top of me with her legs wrapped around my waist. I would have found it hot except for the fact that she was trying to knock me out. A short arm came down and wrapped around my neck. I choked and sputtered for a bit before I pushed her elbow against the joint. It wasn't the most elegant move, but it had a simple efficacy which made her roll off me.

We both found our feet quickly and got each other in a clinch. We made slow circles, desperately looking for any weak spots in our opponent's defense. I twisted her to the ground and flipped her on her back. A quick pull of her bikini strings were enough to get her top off and a yank of her chin was enough to get her to holler out a submission. 

We went back to our starting positions and hunkered down. "Begin!" Jessica launched herself at me once again. I was fluid, like Angel suggested, and hip tossed her to the mat. She skidded to a halt with her leg towards me. I quickly grabbed one of her legs and put her in a toe hold. She tried to roll away a few times and I held on. I matched every roll and attempt at escape yet she held out longer than I thought she would. After quite a few rolls to the left and right I got her to cry out her submission. She got up, swearing incoherently and took a few steps away from me.

I was winning. I was sweaty, more tired than I should be and my opponent was madder than a hornet, but I was winning. We both went back to our marks and hunkered down. I snickered when I saw just how livid Jessica was. The girls on the side said go and we both launched at each other. I was mid-step when I saw my opponent pivoting and swinging in a kick. Any attempts at defense lacked the celerity necessary to stop her short stubby leg from colliding with my sex.

I immediately hit my knees and cried out. The woman did not hold back with the kick at all. She pushed me over when I was down on my knees and I went down like a bag of hammers. I could hear the scorekeepers chiding Jessica. She didn't seem to be that interested in justifying her actions. After the scorekeepers said their piece, she turned to me and yanked my legs into a figure four leglock. I tapped the mat furiously, trying to get this brutal woman off me. She put her hand on me to pull herself up after she was made to break the hold.

We both went back to our marks. Jessica was beginning to grin and sneer at me, surely imagining all of the horrible things she wanted to make me do. The scorekeepers shouted go and she took off again, aiming to kick my aching sex once again. I was faster on the uptake and blocked it with my shin before pushing her down to the mat. I towered over her and stomped her exposed belly before the scorekeepers called an end to the first round.

I took a few steps back just to get away from the mad brunette. She got up fuming. A few deep breaths came easy and rejuvenated me. I flexed a little, just to show her I wasn't afraid. All she did was grunt.

"On your marks!" The command came from the sidelines. We both crouched down. "Begin!" Jessica was a little more cautious in her approach and I pounced on her. I got behind her and brought my arm around her neck in a sleeper hold. She thrashed against the hold violently. Just as her energy began to fade she put me on my back painfully and I released the vice grip that I had maintained. I yelped in pain. She scrambled and pinned my arms above my head and got my shoulders down. I kicked out of it before a three count and she disentangled and stood up. She tried to bring all of her body weight down on me with an elbow but I rolled out of the way at the critical moment. I heard a howl of pain as she collided with the mat. 

I untied her bikini bottoms quickly and rolled her over on her tummy. I yanked both of her legs up, painfully working her calves. The lack of submission was surprising to me, so I pulled even harder which yielded poor Jessica's screamed submission. I let her legs flop to the mat and she sent me a kick. I looked at her sternly.

"Fucking bitch, I am going to make you squeal for that one." Her voice was low and positively dripping with hate. I almost flinched from the words but I held it. This hellion would pounce on any signs of weakness.

"On your marks!" The call was shrill from the sidelines. I prepared myself for the upcoming struggle. I had done well up to that point even if I had my opponent seething. "Begin!" I advanced on my opponent fairly quickly. Jessica got her hips low and tossed me to the mat. She came down hard on top of me and wrested her arm around my neck. I was in a chokehold and a particularly cruel one at that. Veins bulged on my forehead as I tried to roll over which failed. I sent a few elbows to Jessica's side but that failed to dislodge me as well. I finally tapped out my submission before I blacked out but Jessica continued trying to wrest all of the air out of me. I tapped more frantically.

"Release the hold, competitor!" One of the women barked from the side of the room. Jessica begrudgingly let me go and I gulped in all the air I could. I clutched my aching neck with my hands savoring my new found freedom.

"Get up, slut." Jessica hissed at me. I glared at her as I went back to my hash. "I am not done with you. I know you saw me fuck a bitch in the ass. And guess what is going to happen to you." I shivered. I still had my anal virginity and intended to keep it. We both made ourselves ready.

"Begin!" Jessica sprang at me and brought me to the mat. Our bodies obscured Jessica's hand, which raked down my side. I cried out in pain and tried to shift away from her frantically but she kept close. A few drops of blood ran down to the mat. "Time!" one of the scorekeepers called and Jessica huffed and pushed off me.

I turned to show my wound to the referees but they just shook their heads. I gritted my teeth. Fine. If this was how it was going to be, then this is how it was going to be. I looked back at Jessica. No mercy, no respect given, no quarter given. This was going to be all out war and I wanted to embarrass her. 

It would have been a good idea to rest to try and reserve my strength for the final round. But I couldn't I was too riled up and I wanted blood dammit. 

"Wrestlers, on your marks!" We both returned to the starting position. "3...2...1..." Every second seemed like an hour. "Begin!"

I rushed forward without a plan. Jessica took advantage of this and swung me to the ground. The brawling brunette was standing over me. I looked up at her to find that she was now airborne and looked like she was doing a cannonball splash into a pool. What she was actually doing was a cannonball splash right into my stomach and the wind rushed out of me. She followed that up by rolling me on my side and arcing my body into a bow and arrow hold. Her feet pushed against my spine and I felt as if my whole body was about to break in two. I screamed. The pain was unbearable but I didn't want to submit to this vile woman. 

The pain in my body left me no choice. "I submit!" I shouted. Jessica gave one last push with her feet before letting me go. I flopped down and held my stomach. The referee girls would not have been blamed for thinking I was a zombie with the groans I made getting up. I walked back to my mark, slowly and tenderly. There wasn't any sense in throwing myself against this woman again. 

It wasn't as if I had much of a choice. My pride wouldn't allow me to back down now. I just had to shut my mind of to the idea of getting bent and stretched and getting fucked in the ass...

"Begin!" I wasn't paying attention. Jessica took advantage of this and bore down on me. I began to empathize with those who had been hit with freight trains as I was lifted off the ground and sent crashing down to the mat. She was on top of me and struggling to maintain her mount. I, on the other, saw an opportunity and reached for her bikini strings and untied them deftly. 

"What a good idea, slut." Jessica hissed. She moved herself up on my body quickly until her now exposed sex was on my face. She began grinding her pussy into me. I tried to kick my legs up to get her off of me but she caught them under her arm pits. My butt was sticking out and Jessica's wet petals were right in my face. My cheeks flushed red with humiliation.

She rocked back and forth, not even allowing me the dignity of a pin for a while. Finally, she came to a rest and got the three count. She released my legs and got up. I too found my feet and wiped my face. Sure enough, Jessica's feminine juices were there staining me. My face was undistguishable from my hair, both were so red. The only thing worse than the shame was the smell.

We both went back to our hashmarks and bent our knees, eager for combat. "Begin!" Jessica rushed at me and managed to sidle in behind me. She yanked at the strings to my bikini top and they quickly fell off. I managed to turn the tables and get behind her. I reached up and secured a sleeper hold once again. She scratched and clawed but could not get my arm off from around her neck. I could see the life slowly draining from her, yet she still refused to submit. I held her even more tightly, hoping that would yield a tap. Still nothing. I secured the choke that much more closely and she slumped into unconsciousness. 

I let her down to the mat slowly. I put my foot on her chest, letting everyone know that I had pinned her. After the three count, I looked at the scorekeepers. They were all a twitter making comments back and forth. They looked at me and said nothing. I shrugged and found my bikini top. I turned Jessica over and tied her arms behind her back, very tightly. There wasn't a chance she was getting her arms free for a while. 

She eventually roused and struggled against the makeshift bonds. "What the fuck!" she exclaimed. She looked at the scorekeepers, demanding an answer for her predicament. 

"Do you wish to forfeit, competitor?" One of the scorekeepers posed the question with the clear tone of disapproval.

"No, but what the shit is..." Jessica spat.

"Then return to your mark." Her voice was harsh and disapproving. Jessica got up and returned to where she was supposed to be, still fighting for freedom of movement. "Begin." I ran towards Jessica, my head spinning with all of the wonderful opportunities. I got my hips low and my arms up and at the ready. I managed to lift her above my head in a wide arc and slam her down on to the mat. I placed my foot on her chest again. Jessica was fuming and spitting and cursing my name, but she couldn't get out from under me and I got another three second pin. 

Jessica was still not resigned to her defeat. I managed to remove my foot in time before she bit me. I back up to my spot and Jessica humped and scooted and got herself up at her spot. "Begin!" I made a move towards Jessica. The scorekeepers called time, mercifully Jessica's pounding to an end. 

One of the women came over and raised my arm in the air. "And the winner is...Rachel!" It wasn't much of a surprise. There were a few less than ideal moments but I was in charge more often than not. And I was grateful that the judges did not reward Jessica's cheating.

I gave her a smile. "On your knees."

She growled as she went to her knees. I walked over and slapped her. "I want you to beg to lick my pussy, slut."

"Please let me lick your pussy..." She mumbled. Oh no, that wasn't good enough at all. 

I grabbed one of her breasts and gave it a nasty twist. "Beg harder."

"Please let me lick your pussy! I am a little whore and all I want to do is serve you!" That was better. I rewarded her by pushing her down to the mat, still tied up, and sat on her face. "Lick it, bitch." She did as she was told, and quite skillfully, making slow circles around my clitoris with her tongue. I held her head closer which she took as a sign to tongue me with more intensity. She gave a long suck and I shuddered with pleasure. My fingers kneaded the back of the brunette's head and I felt my toes curling; the woman began to lick and tongue and suck and my whole body was racked with pleasure. I dug my nails into the back of her head as I found my orgasm getting nearer and nearer. Soon the floodgates opened. My screaming orgasm reverberated around the room. I flopped back down on the mat, fully satisfied with my newfound sub.

My fingers traced her lips and I giggled. I just had a wonderfully naughty idea. I got up and went to Jessica's locker room. I rifled through her things and found her strap on. It was just as nasty as it looked when I first saw it. I quickly slipped it on and went back to the mat. Jessica's eyes went wide with fear as I walked up to her. I flipped her so she was face down, ass up and marveled her butt. I inserted myself into her and she grunted in pain. It must have been painful for the toy to go into her ass without lube but I didn't care. She had cheated. And I felt so dominant, so strong as she grunted and whimpered in pain. I was pounding her brutally, forcefully, pulling her hair as I went in and out. 




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 03



I could feel my long red hair and my breasts bouncing up and down. A sheen of sweat covered my body as I punished Jessica. The grunts of pain slowly became moans of pleasure as I continued to work the woman. She was arching her back, hands still tied, and began moving her hips with every last one of my thrusts. 

"Time!" One of the scorekeepers called. I was so into it that I forgot I only had a little while. I sighed as I withdrew. I undid the strap-on and put my foot down on her head. Just to let her know who the queen of the mat was. I left her there, tied up and fucked with her own strap-on and went back to my locker room. I found my street clothes but before I put them on I took a second to just bask in the light. I had my first win over a very good wrestler. And I got to fuck her in the ass. I smiled. Today was a good day. I left the gym, hoping I would dream of hot women and bending them over.



The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 04



"Congratulations on your first win." Samantha smiled. I sat back in the leather chair and returned her smile.

"Thanks, I thought I did pretty well." I played with my red hair a bit. It was true, I kicked ass, if I may be immodest.

"Jessica has been known to, err, stretch some rules. But you performed admirably, and even brought in a new element to our little wrestling sessions." Samantha purred. I giggled a bit. Tying her up was a stroke of genius and I was amazed that we were allowed to continue. But what can be said.

"Well, I was kind of hacked off at the time. But I came out better, all things considered." Samantha chuckled at my remark.

"You sure did. Fucking a woman anally with her own strap-on was quite a power play. And the viewers went nuts for it again. The buys for that match were through the roof. It looks like you are becoming quite the fan favorite." She rested her head on her hand and narrowed her eyes. Whenever I was around her I felt like I was being tested. 

"Well, what can I say. I work hard, to look like this and fight like that." I gave her a nervous look.

Samantha just chuckled again. "We appreciate hard work here. So take a while to work doubly hard. You won't have a match this week. But next week you will have a rather...interesting opponent. And before you run off without it, here is your check." She gave it to me with a flourish of her hand. $5,000, as promised. "So that will be all for now."

I nodded, grabbed my check, and stood up. My next opponent would be rather interesting and my mind was racing. There were a lot of girls here who were rather interesting, to say the least, most of all a short girl named Erica who had blue hair and tattoos and had the drive and fight of a bulldog. It had to be her, I thought. I smiled and looked at Samantha. I thought I had a really good shot at beating her although I thought my interesting opponent could be...no. That was silly.

I was wearing a really low cut white tank top and yoga pants and Samantha clearly noticed both. I bit my lip and tried to gauge her reaction. She gave me a sultry look and I walked out the door, gym bag in tow. I was beaming with pride. Samantha was pretty banging and not even just for her age. For the first time in a long time I had butterflies in my stomach and it felt good. 

I was thinking of unreasonably good looking women so I shot Angel a text. It was just a quick one. "Meet me in the practice room in five minutes?" I knew she was somewhere around here and I knew she would get it. "Kk." Came the reply. I loved our little practice sessions and was really looking forward to our little meeting. I had just began my stretching when Angel walked in the room.

She was wearing the same small black boy shorts that she did whenever she was here. Her tank top was a deep crimson and had a bit of sweat on it; I had clearly gotten her halfway through her workout. Despite the fact that maybe she was only halfway done she had the post workout glow and a flirty look on her face. "So I heard you wanted to get your ass kicked..." She began.

I bit my lip as I looked her up and down. "Are you kidding me? I fucked one girl in the ass and I want to fuck another."

Angel walked closer to me and chuckled. "I saw that match. If you're curious, I beat her too. And I won my match this week as well. And Little Miss Erin fucked almost as good as you did."

I blushed. Angel loved holding that over me. She had won, fair and square, and she made me cum on the mat. And I had to find some way to get some revenge...

"Wanna have a friendly bet?" I threw out.

Angel raised her eyebrows. "I am listening."

"I need to work on my submissions. So first one to submit five times has to go to the other's home and be had by them."

"What do you mean by be had?" Angel flashed a devilish smile.

"Do whatever they want." Angel knew what I meant. She just wanted to get that out of me.

She tapped her hand on her chin, mocking a concentrating face. "Ok. Only submissions. No pins."

I nodded. "Of course."

"Well, what are we waiting for then?" Angel jumped up and down to stretch out and I saw a few bounces in all my favorite body parts. She stopped and stood straight up, with an expecting look on her face. I took a step closer and put my game face on.

"So, on three?" I bent my knees. I was ready to be nice and fluid, and I was even more ready to take Angel home and make her scream my name. My reply was a curt, "Yeah." Game time, sweetheart.

"One..." She drew it out. Oh, that woman loved making other women fight for it.

"Two..." Just as long as the first. Come on, Angel, just...

"Three!" The last one was quick and Angel took the opportunity to come barreling at me. I was taken by surprise and lifted off the ground before being promptly thrown back first on to the mat. The luscious Latina tried to secure a mount but I wrested her off of me. I jumped on top of her and got her in a figure four headlock. My sex was right in her face and I gave her a playful hump. In part, to apply more pressure, but mostly because it was fun. Soon enough, the hold became much more painful than Angel could deal with and she tapped my leg. I let her go and she slithered out from under me and took a few big gulps of air.

"That was just a preview for how the rest of the night is going to go." I boasted.

She stood up. Dear Jesus, her legs looked good in the light of the room and her black boy shorts clung to her wide hips for all they were worth. She put her hand on her waist as she cocked her hips to the side. "I know you remember what my strap-on tastes like." I cringed. I remembered what it tasted like and I remembered her using it to make me squirt on the mat. She giggled and I gave her the evil eye. 

We both hopped back up. "Go!" I shouted and leapt at her. I wrapped my legs around her and brought her to the mat. We rolled over once, twice, before she finally ended up on top. I defended all of her attempts to get me in a submission and rolled her back over so I was on top. A quick elbow across her neck was enough to get her spluttering and choking and tapping. I bounced up.

"Two to zero. Getting a little nervous?" I taunted.

"Have you ever seen me nervous?" She replied. No, I guess I never have, I thought. "It is a long way to five, honey," she added.

I crouched down to gear myself up for combat and she did the same. She said "Go" and off we went. We both stood and wrapped each other up. I thought I had some sort of advantage and was about to push her to the mat before she heaved me into the air and cinched an incredibly tight bear hug around me. I struggled against Angel, trying to break free but she just held me closer, more painfully. I tapped her arm desperate to get out of the excruciating hold and she let me go. I flopped down to the mat and caught my breath. 

"See? That wasn't nearly as fun as tonight will be." There was a twinkle of mischief in her big brown eyes. Her high cheekbones gave her face a hungry look in the light and she looked like she wanted to have me right there. I hopped up. Oh no, Angel, tonight you are going to be mine.

"Two-one." I said. She gave a nod. "Go!" I shouted and she bore down on me. She swept me off my feet with a low kick and then threw herself on top of me. She pulled my arm behind my back and twisted it painfully. I squirmed against her trying to save myself but she straddled me and held my head down against the mat just to rub it in that much more. She gave me no choice but to tap and I hollered out my submission. I was let go and rolled over. Angel got up in one motion and looked down on me. 

"You can give up now and I will go easy. Kind of." She ran her hand through her long dark hair as she said it.

"Are you kidding me? It is still two-two. I can't wait to see how that ass jiggles when I fuck you doggy style." I pulled myself up, arm still aching, hoping that my boast wouldn't be shoved back down my throat. My elbow was a bit tweaked and I held it.

"Your arm ok?" Angel asked with genuine concern in her voice. That was always one thing I appreciated about Angel, in all of our little practice sessions. She wanted to kick ass but she didn't want to hurt anyone. She was competitive without being bloodthirsty. And she was fine as hell.

"Yeah. I can continue." I smiled. It was true for the most part. My arm was in pain but it was no more than I usually had to suffer under. But more importantly, I thought about Angel's curvy body being held against my shower wall as we locked lips and...

"Go!" Angel bullrushed me and threw me down to the mat again. I went down face first with Angel on my back. She gave my butt a hard smack before pulling my leg into a scorpion hold, sending pain shooting throughout my leg. All the struggling I did against her was of little use- Angel was strong and maintained her hold over me. In one last effort I twisted to the side and managed to get Angel off. I rolled over to try and get face up and Angel was on top of me again. This time we were face to face. Angel looked me straight in the eye as she wrapped her hands around my neck.

I pushed against her and clawed at her, doing nothing but wasting precious oxygen. I tapped her leg in submission and she let go of my neck and sat up still on me.

"Three to two." She smiled as she ran her hand down the side of my face. "Oh look, you're sweating. Nervous, are you?"

I turned to the side, my cheeks a little red. "I can still win."

Angel playfully wiggled your hips. "You can, but you won't. I am going to have you all night. And you're going to love it."

"I am going to wake all the neighbors up when you scream like a banshee from cumming so hard." I stroked her leg. "You look like a screamer."

Angel got off me and held out a hand. She hauled me up. I took a few steps back and said I was ready. Angel called go and we went at it again. Angel flew at me once more and I dropped to the ground and twisted her legs with my own, sending her down to the mat. I hopped on her back and pulled her arms back into a surfboard hold. She grunted and tried to fight it. For every move she made to try and get out of it I moved counter and held her, painfully, until she finally submitted out loud.

I let her down and stayed on top of her, like she did to me. "Three to three. Don't call it a comeback."

She laughed. "Oh don't worry about anything like that. I can't wait to fuck all your freckles off." I got off of her and she rolled over and looked at me. Her butt jiggled as she smacked it. "Don't you remember what it is like underneath? I can't wait to do it again."

I held my breath. I did recall being under that rotund rear after being the loser on the mat. I gritted my teeth as she got up, promising myself that I would not be beaten and taken again. We both got ourselves ready, I shouted go and we set off at each other. We both had our hands around our opponent's hips as we fought for better leverage. In reality it was only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity, looking into Angel's lovely dark eyes and pushing for victory. Finally, Angel got the better of me and pushed me down to the mat. 

She scrambled on top of me and got me in a school girl pin. My arms were practically glued to the mat by Angel's strong arms and she looked at me with a smile on her face. She moved her body up so she was facesitting me again. I yelled but it was muffled by Angel's body and I tried to escape. This was submissions only- the only point in this was to humiliate me and to show her strength. I had gotten the picture, with a face full of her sex only a few garments away. The Latina began to rub it in literally and figuratively as she began slow humping motions. At least it gave me a little time to breath, I thought, before I passed out from lack of air and humiliation.

Angel then rolled the pair of us over and pulled my arms painfully. I was still right in her crotch.

"I submit!" I shouted, muffled as it was.

"What's that? I can't hear you!" Angel gloated.

"I submit!" I yelled. 

She let go of me and patted my head. "Only one more. And you are mine for the evening." It wasn't over yet in truth but I could not deny how dominant that little display had just been. Truthfully, I wouldn't mind being in Angel's bed for a night as she was quite skilled. But the thought of losing to her and her holding yet another fucking over me was just...ugh.

I had no comeback. She was not only winning but winning easily and I frowned as we both got up. She was smiling much to my annoyance and we got our bodies ready. I was determined to not have this be our final tilt. There was a hope that I could even pull this one out and get Angel into my bed.

Angel called go and that hope faded quickly. She wrapped me up in her arms and casually tossed me to the mat. I sat up from the pain and Angel quickly got in behind me. Two powerful legs enveloped me and she wrenched her arm behind my back. Her free hand came sliding in under my yoga pants. I tried to close my legs but Angel held my legs wide with her own. 

She played with my clitoris and giggled as I began to moan. I felt a few kisses going up my neck and could not restrain my lust. My arm was pulled even more painfully and I yelped.

"I submit!" I shouted, dooming myself to her whims.

She let go of my arm and I slumped against her. Her hand was still in my pants still sending me into ecstasy. "Do you want to be my slut for the evening?"

I tried to hold out, I tried to grind my teeth so that I wouldn't play into her little game. She played with me more and more and I couldn't deny my body. "Yes, yes I will do what you want!"

She removed her hands from my sex and stuck her finger near my face. "Suck it." I did as I was told feeling more submissive to her by the second. She chuckled behind me and got up. "Get your stuff and I'll get mine. You're driving me to my place. Be back here in two minutes."

I went back to the locker room and threw all of my things into my bag. My mind was brimming with all of the things Angel would have me do. Facesitting, that was almost a given. Fucking, for sure. But bondage? Or worse? The thought alone sent shivers down my spine. Angel wasn't cruel but she was rather deviant. And dominant. I walked back to the practice room with my bag slung over my shoulder. Angel had her jacket on and her bag over her shoulder, just like me. 

"You ready?" She asked. I affirmed it and we head out. She smiled at me when I opened my car door for her. I thought that was a nice touch and might spare me some humiliation. I got in and started up the car, chucking my bag in the back seat. 

"So where are we going?" I asked.

"Do you know the Newtown apartments?" She leaned back against the chair and puffed her chest out a bit. I was caught staring and she giggled.

"Yeah, off Limestone." I had been to a few parties there.

"That's where we are going." She ran her hand through her hair and we were off. 

"You know, not every girl likes wrestling." Angel posed.

I shrugged. "I am not every girl."

Angel snickered a little bit at my response. "You have gathered quite a bit of attention at our little club."

I took my eyes off the road for a second and looked at her. "Really? Why?"

Angel looked off. "A few of the girls think you are too arrogant." She turned her attention back to me. "But I like your confidence. I think it is sexy." A flirty look spread across your face. "Although I wouldn't be surprised if someone tried to teach you a lesson. Fucking a girl in the ass with her own strap-on... that was something a lot of the ladies talked about."

I looked back at the road. The streets were mostly empty. "She cheated. She didn't play by the rules and I felt like punishing her for it." 

"I have fought her before. And beat her too." Angel said.

"Oh yeah, that reminds me. Samantha said you had only three losses in like more than thirty fights." That memory came back to me. I was really curious to see whom Angel had fought.

"One of my losses was to a woman named Katherine who was tall and had eyes like emeralds. She was fast and strong, and it was my first match and I had no shot." She looked glassy eyed as she recalled her debut.

"And?" I asked. I wanted to hear the full story.

"And she fucked me so hard they heard my screaming five rooms over. She moved and lives somewhere else now." I was right. She was a screamer. 

"Who else did you lose to?" I wanted to get more of a feel for what I was getting in to.

"She is still in the league. Her name is Rebecca. She has dark curly hair and massive tits."

"Oh, I know her! She comes to our krav maga class all the time." I answered.

"That's the one. The first time she fought she breast smothered me for half the match. She is strong and I didn't know how to get out from under her. And after the match she made me worship her breasts and then she fucked my tits after making me suck her strap-on."

I squirmed in my chair. The thought of Angel getting titty fucked turned me on. I sunk back a little bit, hoping that wouldn't happen to me. 

"Wait, the first time? Did you fight her again?" I piped up. 

"Uh-huh. I wanted a rematch so badly and I got one. It really went down to the wire but I came out on top. And guess what happened?"

"You sat on her face." I laughed.

"I sure did. After I fucked her doggy style." She rested her head on her chin and smiled. Good memories it looked like. "And she wanted a rematch too, so she got one. Beforehand we agreed, double or nothing..."

"You can do that?" I asked.

"Oh, sure. As long as both parties agree to it, anything goes in the bonus round."

That was an interesting thought. As long as we both agreed to it...

"But anyways," she continued, "We went for twenty minutes afterwards instead of the usual. And I won, and fucked her for twenty minutes. I was so into it she came three times."

She just had 20 minutes with Rebecca and made her orgasm three times. I thought of the pleasures Angel would give to me and squirmed again. It looked like Angel noticed. "And the third loss?" I asked, desperate to get the attention off me.

Angel frowned. "I don't want to talk about it."

"That bad? Who was it?"

Angel shook her head. "Worse." I thought it wise not to press it. Besides, we had pulled up to the apartment complex. I cut the engine and looked at her. Her smile was back as she looked at me. "Follow." That was all she needed to say. I was behind her all the way to the apartment, stealing a few glances at her butt. She opened the door to the apartment which was nice if a bit small. She turned around and we were face to face.

"Wait here. Give me five minutes, and then the fun begins." She walked back into what I assumed was the bedroom after plopping her bag on the table. I always hated the anticipation. The way my mind churned over with all sorts of naughty thoughts, the way my body prepared itself for the waves of pleasure. I shivered, trying to fight off the tingles. I looked down and my wetness was visible. I hoped it hadn't been that way in the gym. 

Before I could worry about it too much Angel appeared in the doorway. She was wearing a black lacy bra that begged for a second glance and matching black lacy panties that barely covered anything. And I was interested in finding out what was underneath. She beckoned me over with her finger and I gladly followed her into the bedroom. Red candles gave the room a soft glow and Angel had turned some music on. Damn. Angel was smooth as hell.

I felt that when her body pressed up against the back of mine. I let the rhythm of the music and her body overwhelm my senses. We danced, my body tucked against her curves and her hands on my hips. 

I heard a soft laugh behind me. "You move well. Now take off your clothes and hop on the bed. Remember my favorite purple toy?" She walked to the side of the bed before rummaging through her night stand. I disrobed quickly and hopped on the bed. She pulled her strap-on up to her hips and looked at me. Angel crawled on the bed and ran her hands all over my naked body. I gasped as two fingers entered my sex.




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 04



"You're already soaked you little slut..." Angel grabbed me and flipped me over so I was face down and then pulled my hips up. I was face down ass up as she began to enter me. Her thrusts were slow and came in strong and sensually, going deep within me. I clutched the sheets and moaned as she picked up the pace working my sex over. She gave my ass a smack before increasing the intensity once more. I was reduced to breathy moans and pure carnal desire.

"Say my name." The command was quick and came with a deep sexy thrust. 

"Angel," I moaned. 

"Again!" Angel was as artist with a strap on. My legs and core were tensing up and my toes began to curl. I felt my orgasm was so close.

"Angel!" I shouted my lover's name and a few thrusts yielded a torrent of my juices from my sex. I collapsed to the bed, a spasming, fucked beyond all recognition, hot mess. Angel would have me for the night and it really began to sink in as I breathed deeply, trying to recover. I rolled over and looked up at her. The wan candle light made her dark eyes look almost black and my conqueror smiled down at me. 

"That's just round one, sweetie. Round two is my turn. Off the bed." She yanked her panties down and strap-on off and sat at the edge of the bed. I got off the sheets and stood on shaky legs. "Kneel." I knelt before her, my face close to her sex. When I looked up at her my expression was pure and Angel caressed my face. She grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth right up to her sex. I didn't need instructions; I ran my tongue over her clitoris, spelling her name.

She moaned and wrapped her legs around my head. I took that as a sign to go a little harder, a little faster. I began sucking her clit as I entered her sex with two fingers. Even with my head between her thick thighs I could her a low moan. I began pumping her sex and licking with a burning passion. I felt truly and completely submissive to Angel and was willing to do whatever it took to please my lover. Angel's moans gradually increased in intensity and frequency as she moved her hips. I licked and sucked and fingered for all I was worth, trying to pleasure Angel. 

Angel rewarded me by tightening her legs around my head and screaming her orgasm out. She spread her legs and I looked up at her, still kneeling, with a touch of her honey on my face. A strong hand came under my chin and forced my gaze into hers. 

"It is nice having a pet white girl. Especially one that fucks like you." She ran her hand through my red hair and I tried to look away. I was reminded that I was a pet and a little bit of that humiliation came back to me. Angel gently tugged my hair and made me look back at her. "Does my pet feel bad that she is owned?" Her voice was low and husky and I bit my lip, trying not to let out the fact that I loved being her sub. She gave my face a gentle slap. "Say you're my pet."

"I am your pet..." I muttered. It felt like a second slap in the face.

"Louder..." Angel demanded.

I looked her right in the eyes. "I am your pet."

She patted my head. "Good white girl. Now hop up on the bed. Time for round three."

I crawled on top of the bed and looked over at Angel. My eyes went wide with fear as I saw her pulling some ropes out of her night stand. I knew Angel was pretty kinky but this was far kinkier than I had expected. She chuckled at me, seeing the fear in my eyes, before straddling me and beginning her work. She tied my arms to the bedposts. Instead of tying my legs to the bed she tied my calves to my thighs, and forced me to spread my legs wide. I felt a hand run through my bright red bush and I tried to break free of my bonds. 

My conqueror's knots were strong enough to contain me. I struggled against them halfheartedly until I felt a roving finger go over my breast and begin playing with my nipple. 

"Oh, that's right, you didn't get my top off when we wrestled. I bet you want to see my breasts, don't you?" Angel continued to tease my nipple as she asked the question.

"Yes Angel please!" I begged.

Angel pulled her bra off and dangled it above my face. I tried to lick at the cups and Angel kept laughing as she pulled it away right before I could get to it. She tossed it aside before leaning on top of me, smothering me with her chest once again. I didn't fight back as I did on the mat as I wanted her completely. She forced her nipple into my mouth and I sucked on it, grateful for the opportunity to please her. She wrapped her arm around my head and began humping me as she moaned.

She withdrew and looked down at me with those dark eyes. "I am going to see how many times I can make you squirt." She pulled her strap-on back on and I squealed. Angel had already put me through delight this evening and I had repaid her with my mouth. Now she was going to fuck me until my juices soaked through the bedsheets. I shivered at the thought.

She inserted her toy into me and a gasp escaped my lips. She propped herself up and looked straight into my eyes as she began to go in and out. I felt bewitched by her as she sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. She was firm yet gentle as she had me in sexual euphoria. We had only been going at it for a minute before my eyes were rolling around my head from pleasure.

I felt her increase her speed and intensity and my ecstasy as well. I moaned and squirmed under Angel as she built my orgasm up. "Are you about to cum?" Angel demanded.

"Yes Angel yes!" I groaned.

She moved back and withdrew her toy from my aching, soaked sex. I yelped and tried to move myself onto it but the bonds restrained me. "Beg for it. Beg for release..." Angel grabbed my hip.

"Oh my god Angel please make me cum I am your pet..." I shouted.

She rubbed the tip of it on my petals and that alone sent tingles down my spine. "Beg harder, slut..."

"I am your slut I will do anything to please you oh please mistress I just want you to make me cum..." The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop myself from saying such embarrassing things. She gave me two pumps before withdrawing again.

She didn't have to demand me to beg this time. "Please make me squirt Angel I am your pet your slut your anything please Angel I am begging you..." The edging was excruciating and she gave me one more in and out.

All I could do at that point was moan and struggle against the ropes binding me. Angel had reduced me to a horny fuck toy and I was playing the part all too well. I moaned her name and she thrust deep inside me, hitting my g-spot.

I shouted as all my body tensed up and released. Angel gave me the most intense, most gratifying orgasm I had ever received. A torrent of my juices flowed out of me, all over the bed and me and Angel. I groaned. I rested my head back down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling and breathed deeply. My breasts heaved up and down up and down as I tried to gather my strength once again. Angel had taken everything from me and I loved it.

Angel mocked a yawn and stretched. "I am so tired, love. Can you think of anywhere I could sit?" I meekly shook my head as Angel crawled on top of me. "I think you can, pet." She leaned down and gave me a passionate kiss right on the lips. She carried through on her threat and sat on my face. I felt humiliated under her beautiful rear and I was sure that was the point Angel wanted to make. Angel began playing with my nipples once again, rubbing them and thumbing them until they were stiff with desire once again. The strap-on that made me cum lay across me as well further humiliating me. She gave her hips a playful wiggle which further rubbed it in. 

She had overwhelmed me in body and spirit and once again my body was making itself ready for another fucking. Angel must have sensed that and climbed off of me. She slowly kissed down my neck and I wanted her more intensely than I had wanted any other woman. She must have sensed that as well and she grabbed my hips and began to enter me once again. 

Angel was taking her time with her thrusts, making sure I felt every inch of her toy. She was building an orgasm excruciatingly slowly, letting the pleasure build up and build up. I felt my airstream begin to get cut off a little as she placed a firm hand around my neck. My senses went crazy with delight and this new sensation. More passionate, quicker thrusts made me clench my fists and say her name over and over as she began to go wild in my tight sex. I panted and moaned and she responded by thrusting with the intensity of a wild animal. The passion became too unbearable once again and I squirted and came once again. 

I lay on the bed, a trembling wreck. Every muscle in my body was shaking and my mouth lolled open from the pleasure. I was drooling, actually drooling, as the pleasure was just too much for me. Just a little while ago I was a proud and capable wrestler and now I was just a toy for Angel and I loved it. She untied me and wrapped her arms around me.

"I think that is all you can take for the night." She said proudly. 

My mind wasn't working. I had been fucked so hard my thought process simply stopped and was replaced with nothing but an intense feeling of ecstasy which still ruled over me. I groaned and nuzzled against her breasts. I was hers.

I fell asleep in her arms and dreamed of Angel. 

I woke up the next morning still tucked against Angel's beautiful body. I opened my eyes and looked up at her. She opened one of her beautiful brown eyes and smiled at me. 

"Hey..." she said.

All I could do was smile at her and nuzzle against her breasts once again. I wrapped my arms around her and grabbed her rear. It was big and firm and I gave it a squeeze.

She moaned. "You are leaving your panties here. It will be my prize."

"Was I not prize enough?" I panted, muffled a bit against her ample chest. 

She chuckled. "You were more than enough. But I want a little reminder of my toy." 

I pushed away from her and sat up. I took a step off the bed and immediately collapsed in a heap. My legs were jelly and I heard a snicker from Angel behind me. I collected my yoga pants and my top but left my panties behind as Angel told me to. As I was making my way to the bedroom door I stopped and turned around, wanting one last look at my lover. She was as beautiful as ever in the morning light and she gave me a coquettish smile. 

"If you ever want wobbly legs again, you know where to find me." A tumble of her dark hair concealed part of her face.

"Next time, you will be the one with wobbly legs." I replied with a smile. I had been hers for the night but I was beginning to get the inkling for some revenge.

"Whatever you say, pet." Angel rolled over and I caught one last eyeful of her body before turning to go. I grabbed the rest of my things and headed out of her apartment. Walking down the stairs and working the gas pedals ended up being quite the task.



The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 05



My phone lit up and vibrated. "Your bout is at 9:30. See you tonight." From my favorite gym owner, Samantha. I huffed. I wanted to talk about my next opponent but the two quick raps on Samantha's door were unanswered. Guess Samantha took off for the night. But her text said that she would see me. Huh. Weird. 

I began making my way to the back room where all the fun happened. The usual milieu was there in the main room, working out. I looked around seeing who was there. A bundle of blue hair was bobbing up and down which meant that my fight would not be with Erica unless she wanted to run a few miles on the treadmill before fighting with me. Rebecca was heaving up a large amount of weight on the bench. Every time the bar went down it made her massive chest look like it was about to burst over her sports bra which I found funny. The blonde girl whose name I didn't know was on the bike machine. All that left was...

"Hey honey." I looked over at Angel who was a sweaty, beautiful mess. I walked over and gave her a hug, which she returned.

"Hey Angel. Do you know who I am going against this week?" I looked her up and down as I asked the question. Her black boy shorts must have been made of whatever the Hulk's pants were or the elastic must have been about ready to fall off. Her t shirt was plain white and all the sweat made her black bra stand out underneath.

Angel shook her head. "No, Samantha usually doesn't tell us much in advance. But the usual suspects are all here," she motioned towards the workout area, "which means that you might not know the woman you are up against."

I narrowed my eyes. Samantha said that my opponent would be interesting. Maybe there was some new girl that she wanted me to break in. I sniggered at the thought. This was going to be a lovely evening. "That might mean tonight will be rather interesting."

Angel threw her head back and laughed. "It always is. But I just got done with my workout. So I have to take a shower." She looked at me. "Because I don't want to smell as bad as you do."

I gave her a little push and made a fake upset face. "Whatever. You're just mad because I am better looking than you."

It was her turn to make a fake upset face. "Oh honey. You were singing a different tune on my bed."

That shut me up. As she walked by me she gave my ass a little smack. A few of the other women caught sight of the firm juggle which would have been easy to see in my red short shorts. My really low black tank top also probably got me a little attention and I scuttled away to the backroom. The judges were in the room, talking amongst themselves and hardly noticed me as I slipped into the small locker room. The bikini laid out this time was white instead of the black one that I had prior. 

A little sticky note was on top of it. In a small, neat handwriting there was a simple: "Good luck! You're going to need it. Signed, the Tigress." I guffawed. I didn't know who this Tigress was even if they were a real person but it took a lot to say that I would need luck against them. I tore my street clothes off and put on my white bikini, and I angrily pulled my strap-on out of my bag. Whoever this Tigress was, I was going to fuck them so hard they couldn't see straight. It rested on the bench and I stood it straight up. All I could see was red as I stretched out. Who did this bitch think she was?

The buzzer sounded and I prepared to meet my opponent. I threw open the door and looked over to find a beautiful dark haired woman that looked strong and...

I did a double take. There was Samantha. Fit, pretty, and in a black bikini with orange tiger stripes. Everything clicked. The interesting opponent, the name of the gym, the text, everything. It was so obvious now. Samantha was the Tigress. She looked over at me and smiled.

"Hello, Rachel." Her voice was an even monotone but her arched eyebrow revealed her interest. 

"Hey Samantha. Do you think you are ready for me?"

Samantha clucked her tongue. "Oh my, aren't you the confident one?"

I ran my hand through my red hair. "Always."

Samantha put her hand on her hip and showed me what she looked like in a bikini from the front. "Why don't we have a little more fun then? Wanna go a little extra in the bonus round?" 

I didn't even think about it. "Yes. Twenty minutes of me fucking you." She was incredibly fit but I was younger and almost certainly quicker and stronger as well. And I really really wanted to fuck her. Her eyes were a light blue, almost grey and she was stunningly beautiful. Bending the owner of the gym over seemed like an appealing prospect.

"Twenty minutes it is." Samantha cast a glance at the scorekeepers and they nodded. It looked like it was official. Twenty minutes of on camera fucking so the whole world would know. I was looking good, feeling good, and ready to go at it. 

The woman working the camera coughed. I turned my head to her. Oh, right, still had to do this. I posed for a second, showing off my front before spinning and showing off my back. The camerawoman moved over to Samantha and she did the same.

"On your marks!" One of the judges barked at us. We both moved to our positions. I moved quickly trying to get into the swing of things as much as I could. The serene expression on Samantha's face never changed as she glided over to her spot. We both crouched down.

"You know, the Tigress is a really stupid name." I looked in her eyes as I spoke. There was nothing, no fear, no emotion. 

"3!" One of the scorekeepers called out.

"Like are you the Tigress? Like you named it after yourself?" Still nothing. I was hoping I could goad her into being angry, into making mistakes. 

"2!" 

I kept my mouth shut. It looked like the stoic look was permanently etched into her face at this point. Maybe this would be a fight after all.

"1!"

I felt like I was ready to pounce. Like a tiger. Or tigress. Whatever.

"Begin!"

Samantha was on me quicker than I could blink. A strong arm shot between my legs and another wrapped around my torso. Samantha picked me up clear off the ground and fell forward slamming me into the mat. I let out a loud "Oof!" and Samantha scrambled to my legs and put me in a heel hook.

The pain was excruciating and I yelled out. I tried to twist my way out of it but it was no use. Samantha's legs were strong and held my own and I was tapping the mat in submission. She released me and I rolled my heel just to make sure I was all right. Samantha didn't even look back as she walked over to her mark. I hopped up and walked over not even limping which surprised me. 

We were both ready when the judges barked "Begin!" Samantha quickly took a step forward and then got behind me. I would have appreciated how silkily smooth she moved if all of her movements weren't just prior to causing me a significant amount of pain. She brought an arm down around my throat. I clutched it, thinking that would be the hold that Samantha would use to try and get me to tap. Instead she contorted my leg into a painful calf slicer and shot her hand underneath my bikini bottoms, playing with my clit with her fingers.

My whole lower half was racked with ecstasy and pain. I thrashed against her but it was fruitless. "Twenty minutes can be such a long time, Rachel." Samantha whispered into my ear. Her fingers were deep inside me and she had wrapped my legs up completely. We had only been fighting for a little while but I already had a feeling I was hers. Soon I was tapping her toned leg. She pushed me forward and I fell on my hands and knees.

Samantha's blank expression was slowly becoming a twisted and manic smile and I became worried. I was on my hands and knees looking up at her. No one could deny that she was big. Samantha was tall, sure, but it was more than that- her legs looked like the stretched for a mile and her arms looked like she was accustomed to work, hard work. The widow's peak on her small forehead lent her a look of meanness. Her strong jaw and high cheekbones all but confirmed it. 

I stopped admiring Samantha and looked down at the mat. This match was going very solidly in her favor and I had to buckle down. Twenty minutes was such a long time...

We both went back to our positions. The scorekeepers shouted "Go!" and I ran forward in a bid to get some offense in. I swear I heard a snicker as Samantha casually hip tossed me to the mat. It wasn't enough to discourage me and I scrambled up and charged at her again. Samantha sighed as she hip tossed me down to the earth once again. Like I was more of an annoyance than an actual threat. 

She went down on her knees and untied my bikini bottoms. The Tigress then grabbed my legs and dragged me across the mat. The mat burned my back, sure, but it wasn't the point. Samantha wanted to show me that she was in complete control of my body and a few kicks I launched at her weren't enough to prove my side of the argument. She flipped me over and pulled my legs painfully. Two fingers found my sex and pumped into them. Samantha knew what she was doing- the hold wasn't painful enough to get me to tap and we both recognized that. Rather, she wanted to hold me so she could work my sex and humiliate me. That fact that she was making me soaking wet made me flush red with shame. 

Samantha finally gave my legs a yank and gave me an excuse to tap which I gladly took. I was let go and rolled over to look up at Samantha. She turned around and flicked a little of my honey at me. Everything she did just seemed so casual and I hated it. And I hated losing to her even more. No, not losing. Being dominated by her.

I got up with a huff and we returned to our marks. The judges shouted "Go!" and off we went. We wrapped each other up. In all of the wrap-ups I've seen the two contestants struggled for a while before one of them found the leverage or the strength to bring the other to the mat. Samantha had both the strength and the leverage in no time and sent me down to the mat, face down. My bikini top's string was pulled and I would have to fight completely nude. In the first round. She lifted my head up and snaked one of her legs underneath my neck. She pushed my head down, choking me, before pulling my head back up. 

"I love it when you squirt..." She whispered to me again. Samantha violently humped me and I could offer no resistance as she forced my neck down on her leg again. I choked and sputtered and tried to push off against the ground only to be rudely returned to Samantha's smooth powerful leg. The scorekeeper mercifully called time. 

Samantha stood up and I followed suit. She looked impeccable in her tiger striped bikini and I looked sweaty fatigued and hopeless, completely naked, bright red bush showing. "I can still win..." My eyes were downcast as I said it.

All Samantha did was laugh and that was all she needed to do. I hid my face with my hand. The only offense I had managed was a few weak kicks as Samantha dragged me. It wasn't over yet but the outlook was incredibly bleak. I had been on the receiving end of painful move after painful move and had been humiliated in between. 

"You know you can quit if you want..." Samantha remarked. I looked at her and narrowed my eyes.

"No." My rebut was simple and I let a little bit of unfounded confidence shine through. Samantha just chuckled her stupid chuckle again.

"Very well..." Her smile was condescending and I was going to do everything I could to wipe it off her face.

"On your marks!" The scorekeepers announced. The first round could not have gone worse. But we still had two rounds to go. I could try to earn back some dignity and fight my way back from the hole I had gotten myself into.

"Begin!"

I leaped at Samantha and she tossed me to the ground. She put her foot on my chest and I grabbed at it to twist her to the ground. But Samantha was quick enough to withdraw it before I could even touch it. She rolled me over and stood on the back of my knees before grabbing my hands and rolling back. I was lofted into the air into a painful ceiling hold. She spread her legs slightly which spread my legs a great deal. My sex was exposed and I was in a tremendous amount of pain. And even worse, I had no escape. I shouted out my submission and Samantha let me down. 

She had let me linger in the hold for quite a while and I was in no rush to receive more punishment. I laid on the mat, taking deep breaths. "Competitor, return to your mark." The demand came from one of the judges and I not-so-hastily got up and returned to the starting spot. Samantha was already there, maintaining her smile.

The scorekeeper shouted "Begin!" and Samantha was on me in a second. She grabbed a fistful of my red hair and tucked my head between her thighs. She gave my head a squeeze as she moved her hips in a wide, slow circle. I tried to pull my head out but she gave me another squeeze with her powerful thighs and my escape was cut off. Two rough grabbed my hips and Samantha hauled me up.

She pulled my legs apart as she let me hang in midair. My attempts to rid myself of her were quickly shut down and before I knew it she brought herself down, rocking my head with pain. While I was trying to rub my aching head Samantha was moving- she pulled both of my arms into painful positions. I hated her in that moment. She knew I wouldn't be able to tap out. She would make me submit out loud again. I had submitted aloud before but the fact that she gave me no option, gave me no respect or dignity filled me with contempt. Samantha was already dominating me and this was just cruel.

I held out for as long as I could before Samantha gave my arms one final twist. I submitted out loud and hung my head low. My head was in pain from the drop and almost every limb had been twisted into some excruciating submission. I had been choked and beaten and twisted. The desire to give up was coming on strong and I had to put it out of my mind. Indignities had been heaped upon me. But that was one I could fight off.

We both got up and moved back to our spots. My chest was heaving. I was fatigued and sweaty. Samantha looked like she could go for another hour; the judge shouted "Begin" and she moved like she was going to prove it. My butt hit the ground first as she tackled me to the mat. I tried to form some defense with my hands but Samantha tore through them and pinned my arms. She began kissing down my neck. I tried to wiggle my way out of it but her hold was firm and her kisses were wet and sloppy. I enjoyed wrestling and the thrill of it. The longer I was on the mat with Samantha the more I realized she didn't enjoy wrestling as much as she enjoyed controlling.

And I was very much controlled, no matter how I struggled. She forced her body over mine, which earned her a three second pin. I got up with her slobber still all up and down my neck and went back to my mark. Samantha did the same and as soon as we were set the scorekeeper called go. I prayed that Samantha would go easy given how little time was left in the second round but she was having none of it. A tornado of raven hair and fury flew at me and I was swept off my feet. Both of her legs clamped around my left leg and her right arm secured my right leg. She spread them painfully wide and I yelped in pain. With her free hand she entered my sex.

As much as it pained me to be this way I was sopping wet and Samantha giggled as she pumped my sex with her fingers. I did my best to push her hand away to save myself some embarrassment but she fought through it every time. I felt my back arching from the pleasure and I was doing my utmost not to cum right there. Luckily the scorekeeper was my saving grace, and she called time before I orgasmed.

I lay there, breathing heavily. The lights above me were bright and I wanted them to bore a hole through me. My face was so red with shame and lust that I doubted anyone could see my freckles. Not only was I being beaten but I was being humiliated and she was rubbing it in my face. And even worse she was giving me the tingles, right there on the mat. Right where I was supposed to be an even competitor. I closed my legs and tried to collect myself. Defense would have to be the main priority, especially of my wet pussy. If anything I was not going to cum while we were still wrestling. Or at least I promised myself as much.

With that thought I heaved myself up and went back to my mark. Samantha was already there, impeccable and ready. I hunkered down, ready for the final round to begin. Well, not truly the final round. But I tried to focus on what was at hand.

"3..." The call from the judges began.

"I have made ten girls cum on the mat. I am going to get number eleven..." Samantha's voice was smooth and even. It sounded more like a matter-of-fact statement than a threat. I shivered.

"2..."

"And the customers love when the girls do all sorts of depraved things..." Samantha let the latent threat hang in the air. I gulped. The wheels started churning with all of the humiliating things this woman wanted to do to me.

"1..."

Samantha looked like the Cheshire Cat, her smile was so wide. And I was her mouse, just a play thing. I closed my eyes. When I reopened them I caught an eyeful of Samantha, immaculate and strong, ready to bear down on me.

"Go!"

Samantha charged me and I darted to the side. A quick leg out was enough to trip her to the mat. For the first time a look of surprise showed on her face as she went down to the mat. If nothing else I had shaken her and wanted to press my advantage. By the time I was on top of her she had already rolled over so she was on her back. I jumped on top of her and she rolled the both of us over. The surprised look went away and became her manic smile again. I thought it was a bit premature and I ran my hand up her back, found a bikini string, and pulled. All that did was make her angry. She leaned down, trying to play with my pussy with her hand. I took the opportunity to encircle her neck with my arm, choking her.

I pushed against her throat for all I was worth and she tapped my side. She got up off of me and shot me a quizzical look. Her massive perky breasts cast long shadows in the light of the room.

"I like your big tits." I taunted.

Her hands were on her hips and her eyes were pure condescension. "I like your fire crotch."

I blushed and tried to cover it, remembering that I had been completely nude since round one. The thrill of getting Samantha to tap made me forget myself. I was losing and very badly. I got up and went back to my mark and Samantha did the same. The scorekeepers shouted go and we were off again.

Samantha was more cautious this time, sidestepping and trying to form a wide circle. I did the same. She was scrying for a weak spot and I was not going to give one to her.

"I love it when I make a girl so wet the camera can see it." I didn't have to look to know it was true. I could feel the sticky wetness rolling down my leg. She spurted forward and hauled me off the ground, one hand on my pussy and the other supporting my neck. She tucked me close to her so I couldn't get away. I bounced up and down as she skipped a circle around the mat. Samantha then let me go with a fallaway slam, devastating my back against the hard mat. She tried to hop down on me to work my sex again but I crossed my legs and wouldn't let her. 

She seemed fine with that as she rolled me over so I was face down. Her rear held my shoulders down and Samantha pulled my hips up. All of Samantha's weight was painfully pushing my shoulders down to the mat and she added insult to injury by spanking my ass. It was high in the air and slowly turning bright red.

"Oh look, my handmarks are claiming my territory." Samantha purred.

The remark made me want to throw her off me and I tried with great effort but she held me against the mat, sending a few more humiliating spanks my way. She rolled me over so I was on my front and went for the school girl pin. I made the mistake of pushing her back and she just laughed.




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 05



"Whatever you want, sweetie." 

She went up on my body and sat on my face. I caught a whiff of her sex as she rotated her hips and rubbed her pussy in my face. A few weak punches to her back were not enough to get her off me. 

"Time!" The call came from the sidelines. Samantha got off of me and towered over me. One of the judges walked over and confirmed the result everyone already knew.

"And the winner is Samantha!" Usually girls beamed with pride after they won. There was no ebullience on Samantha's face- only the edge of her lips curled into a slight smile. 

"Go get your strap-on. I am going to bring my own toy." With that, Samantha turned and went to her locker room. I did as I was told and retrieved my strap on. The walk seemed like an eternity with thoughts of degrading and painful sex filling my head. I got my toy and walked back, trying to be strong. I hadn't cum on the mat, at the very least. I opened the door to find Samantha right there, twirling a...

Oh shit. Twirling a collar. "On your knees." She snatched my strap-on out of my hand. I hit my knees and Samantha clamped the collar around my neck. It was leather and metal and was tight against my skin. We hadn't even truly started yet and already I was being humiliated. She pushed me down so I was on all fours. A small pedicured foot was right in front of my face and I looked up at her. "Lick it." She commanded. My face was flush with shame as I was forced to humble myself before Samantha. My tongue ran between her toes and all up and down her foot. 

Samantha snickered and withdrew her foot. She bounced my strap-on up and down, with a few thrusts of her hips. "You're gonna suck it." I moved up to place my lips on the toy when she took a step back. I scooted forward and she took another step back. I heard her laughing with manic glee as she moved and made me work to suck my own strap-on. She finally let me catch her and thrust the toy into my mouth, hard.

I gagged but could not move back. She placed her hands on my head, forcing me to deep throat the purple toy. I kept trying to gag and spit but she would have my mouth on the toy getting it soaked and prepared to enter my sex. A long tumble of spit fell from my mouth and landed on my breast. After a while of nearly choking on the strap-on, she pushed me down to the mat. She folded my body so my feet were over my shoulders, lay on top of me, and entered me.

I moaned as she plunged the toy into my sex. My pussy was still dripping wet from the match and she pumped my sex sensually. Her face was right above mine and my verdant green eyes met Samantha's pale blues. Her face had an austere sort of intensity as she began to thrust into me, deeper and faster. I tried to maintain eye contact as much as I could, but soon I was lolling from the pleasure of it. Samantha was a love goddess with the toy; I was grabbing at the mat like a bedsheet trying to dig into it. I could feel waves of pleasure and submissiveness washing over me. My legs would have shaken with pleasure had Samantha not held them firmly in place.

Samantha's grunts and my loud moans echoed around the room only punctuated by the constant shlick-schlick-schlick of the toy entering me. Samantha's stare was constant even as I craned my neck and arched my back. My pleasure was obvious and Samantha knew it; they fact that I was trying to stave off an orgasm was obvious as well and Samantha responded with deeper and stronger thrusts. 

The toy found my g-spot and I could not hold back my screams of pleasure. I squirted all over my belly and Samantha took a step back, admiring her handiwork as my legs flopped to the ground. I thought she would give me a moment's respite but the raven-haired woman had other plans. She stood over me and pulled my legs up. My own toy entered me again as she squatted and I let out a breathy moan. My body formed a C- I didn't even know what this position was called, but I knew it was degrading. She exited me and entered me again sending tingles down my spine. She began to work her hips so that she kept entering my sex and exiting it completely, giving me the first sensation over and over.

The position was so humiliating and painful that I wanted to just disappear. I was forced to watch myself get fucked and Samantha found a rhythm that had me groaning in ecstasy. Her thrusts were not light and put me in a considerable amount of pain. She let me flail my legs from the pleasure and seemed to take a sick satisfaction from what she was doing to me. Her intensity was sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body and she was skillfully building another orgasm very quickly. 

"Say my name." Samantha demanded, going deeper than she had before.

All I could do was moan. Samantha had taken the proud fighter girl from me. I was just a doll for Samantha's perverse pleasure now.

Samantha removed the toy from me and held my legs up. "Say my name."

"Samantha!" I blurted out.

Samantha gave me one strong thrust and that was enough to give me an earth-shattering mind numbing orgasm. A deluge of my honey came from my sex, staining my face with shame. My wetness was making my freckles glow in the light of the gym and a fair bit got on the collar still clasped firmly around my neck. Samantha let my legs to the mat and put her foot on my chest. I was panting with exhaustion. My abs and legs and core were all hurting from the two mind blowing orgasms I had just received and Samantha was displaying her dominance over me with a foot on my chest.

It didn't look like Samantha's desires had been satiated, and she went back to working me. Without saying a word, Samantha put me doggy style. She spanked me tender ass a few times before entering my sex. A clump of my red hair was enough of a handle to pull my head back.

"Come zoom in on her face. It still has her own cum on it." She ordered the woman with the camera. The camerawoman moved closer to me and I remembered that many people online would witness my shame during the match and afterwards. Those thoughts were soon out of my mind, replaced with pure pleasure. I began mewling like some animal in heat as Samantha began to do her magic. My toes curled as she went deeper and deeper inside of me. Sweat dripped from my body as Samantha sent tingles of pleasure up my spine. My mouth was agape and I drooled all over the mat.

I felt a hand on my hip, guiding my body against her toy. Every muscle in my body tensed up as I prepared myself for the next orgasm. My legs shook violently and my chest quivered. My strap-on entered me deeply and my moans filled the room. My breaths were becoming shallow, almost nothing at all as I felt it coming on. My whole body was a dam that was about to burst until I felt Samantha enter me with one ultimate thrust. Three things happened at once: I felt the most intense sexual pleasure I had ever felt, more honey than I thought I had ran down my thigh, and I passed out.

I am not sure how much time had passed. When I woke up I nearly choked on the strap-on, which Samantha must have shoved in my mouth. I tried to get up only to collapse back down to the floor, a quivering heap of fucked-beyond-belief redhead. I removed the soaking wet strap-on from my mouth and looked around. The room was completely empty, save me. My second attempt to get up went better than the first, and I shuffled to my locker room strap-on in hand. Stretching and getting into my clothes was incredibly difficult. And when I pulled my shirt on, I felt the stretched leather and cold metal of the collar still around my neck and sighed. 

I grabbed my stuff and did my best to hobble out of the gym. Progress was slow and grinding. I ran in to Rebecca who looked at me and held her hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh. I glared at her. How dare she laugh at my collar? I made my way out to my awful car and threw my stuff in the backseat with a huff. I jerked my car along the road back home and managed to get up the stairs to my apartment. All I wanted to do was sleep for a day and forget about everything that just happened to me. I took off my clothes and hopped in my bathroom and found the reason Rebecca was laughing at me. 

Samantha had written 'Samantha's Pet' across my forehead in black marker. I discovered that she had written slut across my ass and written property of Samantha with an arrow pointing to my pussy across my belly. I stepped into the cold shower. All of Samantha's little proclamations took forever to scrub off. 

I didn't feel like going to the gym for the rest of the weekend. I didn't want to show my face, didn't want to have to face down my humiliation on the mat. Instead I stayed at home trying to do a little research. The Tigress Wrestling Club was an incredibly easy site to find and was a lot more popular than I had imagined. It also had an impressive backlog with every match stretching back at least a few years. There was a way to find all of a certain wrestler's matches and Samantha's were incredibly popular. I looked through a few. 

Not only had she won every match she had ever fought but she had won easy. A vast majority of the women she wrestled with hadn't scored a single pin or submission on her. Hell, no one except me managed to get her bikini top or bottom off, which I took a reserved sort of pride in. And she had found a hundred and one ways to fuck the women she defeated. Erin had brought one of her girlfriend's along to watch, and Samantha asked for a threeway if she won. Lo and behold Samantha trounced Erin and the girl squealed as she was fucked with two massive strap-ons. She collared every woman she beat and I ran my hand over my leather and metal collar, thinking of how to get it off.

And then I found Angel's match with Samantha. She seemed full of confidence before the match and demanded thirty minutes of round four. I looked on in horror as Samantha swept the floor with Angel. Samantha twisted Angel's limbs almost beyond recognition and played with her pussy until she had a loud heaving orgasm in the middle of the fight. In the bonus round Samantha collared her and pulled out a small makeshift pillory without the pole and slapped Angel in it. The strong Latina was face down ass up the whole time. Samantha ravaged her pussy and ass until Angel couldn't take it any more and passed out like I did. The raven-haired woman then wrote all sorts of embarrassing things on Angel's body. 

I burned with indignation, for myself and for my friend. No one had even come close to putting Samantha in her place. She owned the gym and all of us. I paced around my apartment thinking of things to do. I worked up quite a bit of sweat trying to work out from home but I knew it wouldn't be enough. I needed strength and quickness, triple what I had now if I wanted to even try to beat Samantha. And that would require going to the gym. That, and I could ask her to take my collar off.

I pulled up to the Tigress on Monday. I didn't have my, err, sea legs at that point anymore and was walking like a decent human being. I found a shirt with a collar and turned it up, trying to conceal my real collar. My bag was slung over my shoulder and as I entered, the secretary smiled. 

"Is Samantha here?" I asked. 

The secretary gave a slight chuckle. "Why, of course she is. She is in her office."

I wanted to smack that smile right off her face. And she fed me that of course she is nonsense...ugh. I made my way to Samantha's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" came the reply.

I opened the door and glanced at Samantha. She was wearing a white blouse and a pencil skirt. A pair of glasses rested at the end of her nose and she was steepling her fingers. As much as I tried, I couldn't look her in the eye. The memories of the humiliating things she did to me came flooding back. I sat against the chair and tried to forget.

"Hello, Rachel." Her voice was smooth and bubbling with confidence. She remembered the humiliation as well.

My eyes were glued to the floor. "Can you get this collar off of me?" I mumbled. My shoulders were slumped and I clutched my bag.

Samantha crossed the desk and sat against it, almost on top of me. She caressed the side of my face and I looked up into her blue eyes. "Let me tell you something about women. There are two kinds of women in this world. The first kind, which is far more common, are submissives. They are weak and feeble. They aim to please and offer themselves up like a pig on a platter. Or a whore on a bed." I grimaced and she gave a slight chuckle. "The second kind, my kind, are dominant. Whatever we want, we take..." Samantha began to play with my red hair. I didn't stop her. "And wherever we are, we own. Dominants fuck, and submissives get fucked. Now, I am a dominant woman and you are a submissive who thinks she is a dominant." She put a finger on my lip, silencing any protest. "And I am here to correct that. 

I collared you to show you what you are. A pathetic whore who deserves nothing more than the chance to please dominants, to lick our feet, so to speak. So I will take your collar off when you hit rock bottom. When you please me in such a way that is so demeaning, so humiliating that every fiber of your being will tell you not to do it out of pride. But you are submissive. And I will not tolerate pride out of you."

Samantha ran her hand down my neck and played with my collar.

"Or you can quit," she continued, "You can say you want out. Then I will take off your collar and banish you from this place. You will never be allowed here back again to wrestle or work out or anything. Most girls can't take the heat. Most girls don't realize that only by submitting completely can they begin to dominate completely. And most girls don't belong here. You must be built up from nothing, and I will be the sculptor. So the choice is yours. Do you want to submit? Or do you want to quit?"

I mulled over my two options in silence. The collar was humiliating and I wanted it off as soon as possible. And the easiest way to do that would be to quit and be done with it. But the money here was so good and I wouldn't have any opportunities like this ever again. I wouldn't be able to train my body or pin and fuck girls on the mat. And there was that stuff about being built like Samantha was also quite appealing...

"I will do it. I will submit." I said.

She patted me on the cheek. "I knew you would say that." She got off the desk and went back to her chair. "First of all, you may no longer address me as Samantha. Until you have your collar taken off, you will address me as Mistress. Second of all, while you are here, you will wear this." From one of the drawers in the desk, she produced the smallest pink bikini I had ever seen in my life. The top was little more than strings and the bottom had the word 'whore' in big white letters written across the booty. 

I blanched at it. "You want me to wear that?"

"Yes," Samanta said in a mean tone, "That, or be naked, or quit. The choice is yours."

I looked down again, and grabbed my new clothes and stormed off. What sort of woman would do such a thing? I wanted to throw them right back in her face then and there but held back. I tried to regulate my breathing to calm myself. The changing room might as well have been a thousand miles away and the desire to turn back was always there. But I powered through it and changed into my awful bimbo bikini. 

I had to hype myself up to enter out onto the gym floor. When I finally did, I earned a few stares. Some faces were sympathetic but most were mocking. I could hear everyone whispering what I assumed to be contumelious things to one another. Angel spotted me and walked up.

"So I figured out who your third loss was." I said.

Angel gave a small dark laugh at my joke. "All the girls that fought her went through with it. It is her own little way of making us all Tigresses."

"But is this," I motioned at my skimpy outfit, "really necessary?"

Angel shook her head. She had on a loose black shirt and was a ball of sweat but still looked stunningly beautiful. "It is her own perverse way of telling you that you should be confident, no matter what you are wearing."

"Yeah, cool, I heard they do these sorts of things at Buddhist temples." 

Angel smiled. "I would have told you about it. But if someone tells beforehand, they get another match with Samantha, and another collar."

"You mean you didn't want to be a slave bimbo buddy with me?" I didn't mean to be so sarcastic. It just came out.

Angel gave another chuckle. "And sarcasm is helping?"

"We all have our coping mechanisms." 

"Well," Angel led me by my arm to the weights, "Let's go cope. I will spot you."

I worked out harder than I ever had before. The weights went up and down with fury and Angel often looked like she was quite impressed. I lifted more, ran farther, squatted more, and biked farther. I was going to prove to Samantha that I had what it took to belong to the Tigress Wrestling Club, no matter what it took.

I appreciated the fact that I turned a few heads during my workout. I finished strong and headed to the showers. Angel was done and I hugged her good bye and headed to the locker room. I threw that odious pink bikini in my locker, wrapped a towel around myself and headed to the showers. My towel was hung over the curtain rod and I was enjoying ridding myself of the stink and bad feelings. And then I saw a mop of black hair over the shower curtain. 

Sure enough Samantha threw open the shower curtain and stepped in. She was in the nude and looked like was created as a model for pure feminine beauty. Her hips had a supple curve and her head was high and proud. Her chest was as beautiful as it had been during our match and every muscle was perfection. She had a healthy bush, as dark as the hair on her head.

"Hello, Rachel." I tried to cover up, to hide my breasts and sex from her. She reached over and slapped me across the face. "I will see you." I held my hands at my sides, defeated. She closed the shower curtain behind her and looked at my body. I bit my lip and awaited her judgment. 

It came in the form of a step forward and her arms wrapping me in an embrace. She was taller than me and bent her neck so slightly to kiss me. Her body pushed my body against the wall and she grabbed my leg and forced me to wrap it around her. I felt her slow hip thrusts, grinding me into a submissive redhead paste. I was disgusted with myself for getting turned on but I could not deny my body. 

She introduced her tongue into my mouth and I tried to give her some tongue back. She withdrew and smacked me hard across the face. "I am kissing you. You are not kissing me."

"Y-yes mistress.." I stammered.

With that she went back to kissing me. I could feel her passion, her dominance. She withdrew again. "On your knees."

I hit my knees. If this is where she loved to have me, this is where I would be. She lifted one of her perfect legs up and hung it over my shoulder with her sex right in my face. "Eat."

I tried to turn my hatred at being submissive into passion and lust and the moans Samantha was giving informed me that I wasn't so wrong in doing so. I rolled my tongue over and over Samantha's clitoris and gave it a few sucks. The moans combined with the slurping of my mistress' sex were loud in the small confines of the shower. I was sure that girls in the other showers could hear me trying to please my domme and my face burned with humiliation. My tongue spelled the word submissive on Samantha's clit and across her pedals and Samantha liked it.

Samantha's leg tightened and I heard a soft laugh. She removed her leg from my shoulder and I looked up at her. 

"Is this rock bottom?" I asked in a soft voice.

"Not even close." 

I moved onto my butt, sitting on the floor of the small shower and looked up at Samantha. She put her hand on her chin as she searched me up and down. 




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 05



She opened the shower curtain and grabbed my towel. "I don't like your bush." Samantha didn't have to lay it out; I was going to have to shave it. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped my towel around herself before closing the shower curtain again. I sat there on the floor letting the water run over me. The collar felt like it weighed a ton. It was going to be a long week.



The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 06



I rolled up to the Tigress late Tuesday afternoon. Monday had been less than pleasant and I felt a sensation of dread coming over me. I looked down at my tight sports bra and short shorts knowing they would have to be replaced soon. That, or I could face the wrath of Samantha with all the horrid sexual things she would make me do. Blech.

The courage to take the first steps towards the gym came slowly, but eventually came. The building loomed under the cloudy sky. I could almost see Samantha's face, her lips contorted into a wicked smile, her imagination coming up with ways to degrade me and her flawless body putting them into action. The collar was cold against my skin and a shiver ran down my spine. Deep breaths. Ok. I flung the door open and went to meet my fate. 

To find no one. Or no one really. The secretary girl looked at me briefly before looking back down at her magazine. I hoped that no one I wanted to respect me would see me and it looks like I got my wish. I hurried to the women's locker room, trying to get in and out as quickly as I could. The awful pink bikini I had to wear rested in the bottom of my bag and I dug it out. I slipped it on and it still looked tacky and slutty. I sighed as I threw my stuff in a locker and locked it. 

The first step out into the gym floor and looked around. It was almost empty. I thought I was going to get away with a quick workout. And then I felt a hand run down my back. 

I turned around to find Samantha. Standing there, perfect and intimidating, Samantha. "You're working out with me today, Rachel." She was wearing black yoga pants and a red sports bra.

"Ok..." I said, eyes downcast.

Samantha reached up and slapped me across the face. "You know how to address me."

"Yes, mistress."

Samantha reached up and patted me on the head. I was fuming. The Tigress knew how to do the most condescending things. I was dragged by my collar to the weights she wanted to do. The weights I tried to put up went up feebly. Whenever I did anything she added more weight and threw them up with ease. And every time she did she would look at me with her blue eyes and she would say nothing because she knew she was better in every way. I felt like I was nothing next to her. There she was, this indomitable goddess of ass-kicking and athletic prowess. Every time she cast her eyes over me I wanted to cover up and hide and run away. But I didn't want to prove her right and be a coward. I hadn't hit rock bottom. 

I was dragged over to the treadmill again by my collar. Before she started it up she pulled the string of my bikini top and then set the pace at a dead sprint. I had to run with no top and a collar. The whole gym got to see me huff and puff and got to see my breasts bounce up and down. I looked over at Samantha on the treadmill next to mine. Her legs were pumping like a finely tuned machine and her arms were going like a metronome on fire. Yet the look on her face was nothing other than nonchalant amusement. Samantha was amused that I couldn't keep up with her. That nothing I did would be as good as her. At least not yet. But I kept pumping and running for all I was worth, which wasn't much.

Samantha hit the big red stop button on both of our machines. I was doubled over, hands on my knees, fighting for every last breath of air. I didn't even care that my tits were out and that the collar was around my neck and that Samantha was twice the woman I was. Samantha took the opportunity to give my ass the biggest smack she could muster. The sound reverberated around the room. It was even louder than the weights clanking up and down. Everyone turned to look and I flushed with shame. I heard Samantha quietly snigger at me and I tried to cover myself but Samantha wouldn't allow it. 

"Come with me." I don't know why she said that as she grabbed the string to my bikini bottom and dragged me there. She pulled me into the room and slammed the door shut which I took as an awful augury. "On your knees," she commanded. It was one of her favorite phrases, and one that I was beginning to loathe hearing. 

I hit the floor and looked up at her. Her hand ran down the sides of my face. "Take off my pants." My two hands ran up her legs to pull her yoga pants down which earned me a slap across the face. "Mouth." I obeyed and bit down on the elastic and slowly pulled her yoga pants to the ground. She kicked them off and I looked up at her again. Of course she wasn't wearing panties. She strode over to her big leather chair. "Crawl." It felt like it was a hundred yards but that was just the degradation sinking in. Probably. "You know you are supposed to eat right after you work out. So eat." I would have rolled my eyes at the awful joke except for the fact that I didn't want to get slapped again.

My breath must have felt hot on her sex and Samantha pushed my head in, not allowing even a moment of hesitation. I had pleasured her before and knew what she liked. My tongue was slowly toying with her clit which elicited a low moan from Samantha. She wrapped her legs around my head which I took as a good sign. I began to work her even more slowly, wishing to draw her pleasure out as best I could. Between Samantha's legs I was all hers. My more submissive side was showing and I was eager to please my domme. A long lick made Samantha's pleasure excruciating and she moaned and pulled at my red hair. I picked up the pace and spelled her name with my tongue. Samantha's leg began shaking beside me and I worked her even more passionately. 

Samantha's juices were dribbling down my chin and I didn't care. The proud fighter girl was gone; I was Samantha's pet and I was running towards rock bottom as quickly as I could. One final tonguing was enough to gain Samantha's release. She kicked her legs out and cried out and I could feel her breathing heavily. The legs around my head unclamped and Samantha looked down on me. 

"I am done with you for today." She closed her legs and then started reading something on her desk. I looked up at her, incredulous. She used me like I was just a little slut and then carried on. It was foolish to expect pillow talk and I knew that. But the disrespect and the feeling of just being used for sex. I hung my head and tried to get up. Without even looking Samantha put her hand on my shoulder. "Hands and knees." I gulped and closed my eyes. "And before you even ask, no this isn't rock bottom." I opened my eyes and got down on my hands and knees. My firm round ass was high in the air as I made my way out of her office. As soon as I got out the door I stood up and dusted myself off. I didn't bother to cover my breasts. Anyone who wanted to see them had already seen them, so there wasn't any point in trying to maintain even a shred of dignity. 

I unlocked my locker and threw my street clothes on. Sweat was still coating my body bit I didn't mind. I would just be sweaty in my street clothes and try to wash this all away in the shower at home. And then I remembered that the awful bikini top was still in the weight room. It felt like just another chore to continue my humiliation like fellating Samantha or showing my breasts to the whole gym. I walked out to go find it when I found awful little Rebecca.

"I liked watching your tits bounce earlier. How much did you pay for them?" Rebecca put her hand on her hip. Long curls of dark hair brought a lot of attention to her ample cleavage. I wanted to knock her lights out right there.

"Not half as much as your botched nose job." I smirked. If this girl didn't feel like pulling her punches then I didn't see the need to either. Her nose was pretty noteworthy, in all fairness.

She frowned. I hit a nerve. Excellent. "Honestly, why are you even here? You're supposed to try and win. Not just be a little slut that everyone fucks." Her voice was high and a nasally abomination. 

"Because there is always the prospect that I am going to fight you and then titty fuck you." I felt like my smirk would drive her nuts and it looked like it did. "Oh and your eyebrows are terrible." They were kinda bushy and I felt like being a bitch.

I didn't feel like dealing with the aftermath of my ribbing so I walked away and collected my bikini top. My exit was swift and I avoided eye contact with everyone on my way out. I drove home and tried to forget about everything

I returned the next day. My eyes darted left and right for signs of Samantha and I was feeling a bit leery. There weren't any signs of her as I slipped into the locker room to change into my 'workout outfit'. I found the weight room to be mostly empty- not a lot of people worked out on Wednesday afternoons. The weights that Samantha had set for me went up and down a little less feebly than they did the day before and I managed the sprint a little bit better. Maybe there was something to this completely fucked up system Samantha had.

I was a sweaty disaster as I made my way back to the locker room. When I opened the door I nearly flattened Angel but both of us smiled anyways. 

"How has Samantha been treating you?"

The look I gave said it better than any words I could produce.

Angel frowned. "So you haven't gotten to rock bottom yet?"

I shook my head. I managed to look Angel up and down once and she was as beautiful as ever. The tank top she had on looked like it was about to rip at any second and her shorts made her look like her hips would make her unable to fit through doors. 

"No. What was your rock bottom?" Angel piqued my curiosity.

Angel grimaced. "Samantha bent me over her desk. Then she called Rebecca and her secretary in, and they ran a train on me for an hour. I couldn't walk. After she undid my collar I had no choice but to crawl away. But when I stood up again I knew that there was nothing I could be afraid of anymore. I was a new woman. A broken woman that wasn't embarrassed about sex or her body or anything. I just hope yours is less...embarrassing."

I shuddered. No more collar would have been nice, but not getting run out of the room on a rail would have been nice as well. But someone putting all my fears behind me, someone making me feel at the lowest I had ever been. "Thanks." Angel gave me a sympathetic smile and walked off. I changed into my real clothes and tried to leave as quickly as I could.

Before I could get very far I heard the voice of my favorite domme/psychopath. "Hello Rachel. Won't you step into my office?" The question was more rhetorical as I felt a tug on my blouse and was dragged into her office. Samantha was wearing a pencil skirt and a white blouse that made her look like a teacher. The door slammed shut and she pushed me up against the hard wood. Her hand wrapped around my throat and I gulped. 

"Let's see how low we can get you to go." Fire flashed in her eyes as she tightened her hold and then kissed me with a big sloppy kiss. As much as I hated myself for it I was getting wet; the idea of giving myself over to Samantha was enticing. I tried to close my knees but Samantha forced her legs between them. Soon I was moaning before I even knew it. She still throttled me as she dragged me over to her desk and pushed me on top of it. I spread my legs and wrapped them around her. Samantha who had always been in charge now owned me completely.

She ripped my blouse open and tore my jeans off. When she saw the wetness in my panties she giggled a bit. I felt her hands running up and down my body, feeling my curves. She was a cat and I was a mouse and I loved it. Samantha took her hands off of me and stood up for a second. She flung the cabinet open and rummaged around it for a second before producing a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. I gasped as she blinded me and handcuffed my arms above my head. Samantha then flipped me over and pulled my panties down to my ankles.

A second later I heard something metallic scrape across the ground. Her fingers traced up my inner thigh and I moaned. Another second past where nothing happened and I was squirming with anticipation. I quickly found out why nothing had happened- Samantha must have been putting her strap-on on and thrust it into my sopping sex. 

The strap-on was studded- I could feel every last inch of it inside me. The experience was so sensual; the blind fold heightened my other senses and the long thick strap-on sent me into ecstasies almost immediately. Samantha grabbed my hips and began to fuck me as hard as she could. I was yelping and moaning and wiggling with pleasure. She grabbed a handful of my red hair and yanked; I screamed from the pleasure and the pain. Samantha pounded me, dominated me, turned me into a fuck toy that lived to please her. I couldn't hold out on my orgasm for long even if I wanted to. My core tensed up and I heaved from the pleasure. Samantha inserted her toy deeply inside me and I yelled. 

I felt myself squirting all over the place. Samantha's hand ran down my back and I shivered. "That wasn't anywhere close to enough, darling." I heard the footsteps come out from behind to in front of me. "But I will get more out of you." Samantha's voice was sultry and low. I opened my mouth to say something only to find my mouth full of Samantha's strap-on. "Don't you like how you taste?" Samantha grabbed my head and thrust her strap-on into my mouth. She went in and out and soon I was in tears. I wanted to tell her to stop. The humiliation was too much. But I couldn't. For a few minutes Samantha had her fun and withdrew. 

I thought the ordeal was over. My breaths were deep and my body was racked. There was little left that Samantha could take from me but the footsteps going back behind me testified to the fact that my time as a fuck doll would be prolonged. Samantha was pounding me just as mercilessly as she had before. I would have clawed the desk and my eyes would have been rolling around my head from the pleasure but I couldn't. I made do with moaning and curling my toes. She gave my ass a few smacks and that made it even more fun- I could feel my orgasm being built up quickly. 

And then right when I was about to burst Samantha removed herself. I squealed like a pig. Samantha dragged the toy up and down, on my lips. She spanked me again. "What's your name?"

"My name is Rachel!" I whimpered.

She pulled my hair. "I said what is your name."

"Mistress please just fuck me please I want you!" I whined.

She spanked me again. I could feel my ass jiggle. My breath became ragged and short. I needed Samantha's release more desperately than I had needed anything in my life. 

"Your name is slut." She hissed.

"Yes mistress my name is slut!" I yelled.

Samantha thrust into me and I came. My body tensed as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. Wetness shot out of my sex and I screamed my lungs out. After that, I went completely limp Samantha had taken me body and soul and I loved it. The toy left my body and I tried to catch my breath. 

"Oh yes. That will do nicely..." Samantha purred. She put her hands on my hips and guided me so that I was kneeling on the floor beside her. My blindfold came off with a flourish.

I figured out what the metallic sound was earlier. It was a dog bowl. And Samantha placed it under me so every little drop of what I squirted fell into the bowl. I looked up at her.

"Oh yes, Rachel. You are going to drink it."

I looked down at the dog bowl. It would have been beyond humiliating. But here I was, actually thinking about doing it. I went down on my elbows and looked at my handcuffed hands. A humiliated feeling washed over me and I looked up at Samantha to see if there would be any mercy. No. On her face was a look of expecting. I looked back down and lowered my face down and licked it. I scrunched my face up- I had never done anything baser and more degrading in my entire life. My gaze returned to Samantha.

"More." The word was so short but the weights it carried was so large. I bent over again and started lapping it up like the filthy girl I was.

"I said more." I licked it up for all I was worth. The sound of it was degrading enough as it was. But the taste and the smell. I could already feel myself getting turned on again.

"More!" Samantha put her heel on my head and forced my face into it. I heard it splashing out on the floor. I sucked and licked trying to get all that I could. Samantha grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled me up. 

She looked me dead in the eye. "Welcome to rock bottom."

I averted my gaze. I had nothing to say. I had made myself the sluttiest thing I could ever think of before her and I was her pet. And I loved it. The sting of it occurred to me now.

"Does it feel good?"

I shook my head.

"It isn't supposed to. But from now on, you will be stronger. You will be capable of so much more. At your most challenging moment you will push harder. Because you know what it means to be degraded. And you don't want to face it again."

"I...I understand." My words came out in a stammer.

"You understand...what?" She arched an eyebrow.

"I understand mistress." I offered my hands up to her. She pulled a key out and undid my handcuffs and my collar. I got up on shaky legs.

"You are going to be fighting Erin Friday. Be there at 9:30. That will be all."

I pulled up to the Tigress and checked my phone. 9:20. I had time. The week hadn't been ideal but I made it through it. I managed to go through my Thursday and my Friday without running into Samantha or getting fucked so I chalked it up as a win. In my spare time I managed to look up Erin a little bit- she was short and not so strong but as fast as lightning. And when she won the little blue-haired menace was quite the sadist. She had a ball gag and a mean streak a mile wide. A few of the girls she beat were reduced to tears.

The walk to the small locker room was uneventful. No Samantha, no Angel, nobody. I threw my bag to the ground and looked at my bikini- it was green this time. It looked like I wasn't a pure enough to wear white anymore and it would make my eyes pop. I put it on and did a few stretches. This would be an opportunity to show Samantha what I was capable after rock bottom. I bent over and closed my eyes. A win was doable and Erin was doable as well. But I would have to be strong and smart. If I wanted to fuck her with my strap-on at least. I stood up and opened my eyes again. Go time. The buzzer sounded and I walked out.

Erin gave me the stink eye as soon as I walked out. Her figure was lithe and small but she carried herself like a bigger girl. She was a Chihuahua that thought she was a pitbull and I was full of fire. I wanted to teach her a lesson. Erin and Samantha were going to be taught a lesson.

"So I saw you at the gym all week. Want a ball gag to go along with your collar?" Erin mocked. The camera woman walked up to her and she spun on cue. Her blue bikini matched her hair. It looked pretty good but I was never going to say that.

"Why were you looking at me? I bet you were imagining me riding you you little slut." I spat. The woman with the camera came up to me and I did my spin. I stole another glance at Erin- her hair was really short, almost a pixie cut. 

"I was thinking about how good you would look with a few bitemarks." Erin's laugh was cruel and haunting. 

"On your marks!" One of the judges barked. We both went to our spots and looked straight into the other's eyes. Erin had big brown doe eyes. I am sure they would look ever cuter if I got the chance to fuck her.

"3...2...1..." The countdown came slowly. I am sure all the viewers loved the slow buildup to the action.

"Fuck you cunt." I snarled.

"Begin!"

My insult must have thrown her off because Erin recoiled a little bit. That moment of hesitation gave me a chance to rush in and toss her to the ground. I clambered on top of her and pinned her hands to the ground. My wide hips held her to the ground but that wasn't the pin I wanted. I scooted up and planted myself on her face. I could hear her demanding release but I felt cruel. My sex and ass ground into her visage and she tapped out. 




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 06



I stood over her straddling her. Tumbles of my red hair fell into my face and I sneered down at her. "There's a lot more where that came from." I turned around and went back to my position. There would be no element of surprise this time and Erin was almost certainly furious. I faced Erin again and my guess was correct. Erin looked like she could glare a hole through me. We both crouched down and readied ourselves again. 

"Go!" As soon as the judge announced it we took off towards each other. I leaped into the air to try and tackle her to the ground but she ducked under it. My chest collided with the ground first and I let out an "Oof!"Erin grabbed my leg and pulled it into a very painful position. I tried to twist and pull my way out of it but the blue haired woman held fast. After a few exhausting and painful seconds I tapped the mat. 

"There's a lot more where that came from." Erin smirked at me. I huffed and got up. Fine. If that little bitch wanted to play it like that then that's the way it was going to be. We both returned to our spots before we were prompted. The said the magic word and we were off. She darted at me and I tried to get out of the way to throw her to the ground. She swerved into me and knocked me down. We both scrambled to find a weak spot in the other's defenses. It was a battle that I won and I rolled us over so I was on top. I tried to twist her arm into a submission but she found a way to wriggle out of it. Erin tried to scoot back but I stayed on top of her. I got my two hands around her neck and she was soon spluttering and gasping for air.

It was about this time that a fist came slamming in to my face. I released the choke and Erin seized the opportunity. She rolled me over and tried to apply her own choke. I was stronger, far stronger and quickly pulled her off me. 

We both gained some distance from each other and stood up. There was a brief pause and then we launched at each other. I crouched down to tackle her. She leaped over me, grabbed my hip and spun me to the ground. Flying squirrel takedown. Frustratingly hard to defend. And even worse she managed to grab the string to my bikini bottom. I hit the ground with a thud and Erin wrenched my arm into a submission. There was no escape, and I tapped out again. I rested my head against the mat. Sweat was pouring out of me and the bluehaired girl was running me ragged. I pulled myself up and looked at Erin. Ok. Time to pull myself together. 

We both moved back to our positions and the judge said "Go!" I let Erin run at me. She didn't look like she was coming high or low. I decided to make her decision for her and I jumped up and aimed a kick at her gut. Erin's eyes went wide with surprise and the blow hit hard. She doubled over and then collapsed on the ground. I got on top of her and pulled her leg into a single leg boston crab and she tapped the mat. Just after she tapped one of the judges called time. I stood up and got off of her. That kick was brutal and surely slowed her down a little bit. Or at least put a little caution in her.

I turned away from her and looked down. There was a little stubble from two days of not shaving my lady parts. I had almost forgotten that I would be fighting half naked for the rest of the match. And that would be if I won, too. It was even by my count. I caught my breath and looked at Erin. She had completely recovered from the kick and was seething again.

"Competitors, on your marks!" We both moved to our marks and bent our knees. Erin and I were both raring for round two. "Go!" Erin was a little bit reticent just as I expected her to be. I surged forward and judo tossed the smaller girl to the ground. She was face down so I took the opportunity to pull her bikini string. Then I pulled her into a camel clutch. I looked into the camera as I waited for Erin to yell out her submission. This one is for you, Samantha. Erin hollered out her submission and I let her down. The bluehaired girl would have to fight with no top just like I would have to fight with no bottom. I sized her up- she was maybe a b-cup, tops. 

Again both of us moved back to our spots before we were prompted. The scorekeeper shouted go and Erin was playing it safe once again. I went in more aggressively. Erin tried to do some sneaky dodging bullshit but I managed to sidle in behind her. I grabbed her by her small hips and heaved her up into the air and back down again for a german suplex. She tried to roll through it but I held on and hit her with it again. It looked like Erin was disabused of rolling again and her shoulders were on the ground for a three count. 

I pushed her off me and returned to the starting position. Erin was taking her sweet time in getting back to the mat. 

"You know there are three rounds, right?" I gloated, sending a beaming smile at her. Erin didn't even say anything. She blew the hair out of her face and returned to the starting spot. "Go!" reverberated around the room and I launched at her for the third time in a row. Her dodging bullshit worked this time. She tripped me up and I fell down to the mat. She hurled herself on top of me and snaked her arm around my neck. I tried to pull her arm off of me but I lacked the strength. With her free hand Erin undid my bikini top which would expose me to the world when I stood up. The arm binding my neck made me tap and I did. 

My bikini came off as I stood up. I sauntered back to the starting spot as if I was unaware. Samantha wanted us to be confident no matter what we were or weren't wearing. And so I looked at Erin with my shoulders back and head high. I worked hard on my body. No sense in keeping it hidden from the world. Erin guffawed at me a bit and I didn't mind. She got to her spot and we were off again.

This time Erin showed more aggressiveness and was punished for it. I let her in for the lock up and looked straight in her eyes as I overpowered her. A look of quiet fear spread over her face. Oh yes Erin. I was the better woman and you are to be punished for it. I threw her to the ground. I put my hands on my hips and stood over her. She tried to scramble away from me; I calmly matched her with my long stride. Every time she moved back a foot I moved forward two. I put my foot on her face and pushed down. She did her best to push me off of her but my muscles were honed- sexy and strong. It wasn't a pin and there was no way she was going to tap. I just wanted to humiliate her. Her struggles were absolutely pathetic I lifted my foot off of her and jumped on top. I undid her bikini bottoms and pulled her leg into a submission hold. She clawed at my back for a bit before pulling my bikini top's string. That would show me to turn my back on her. But I pulled her leg tighter even as my top was falling off and she tapped the back she had just clawed. 

We both got up, returned to her marks and were off again. I took a step forward and she took a step back. I took another forward step and she took another backward one. A smile played across my lips. She was afraid of me. I rushed forward and she deftly made me faceplant into the mat. She wasn't afraid of me. She was goading me into making mistakes. And I rushed in like an idiot and she was yanking my arm into painful positions. I held out for as long as I could. Just as my hand was about to come down to tap, the judge mercifully called time. 

Erin sighed before getting off of me. She patted my head. "You're a big dumb girl aren't you?" 

I looked up at her and sneered. "I'm a big dumb girl that's winning." 

Erin said nothing.

"What? No witty comebacks?" I probed.

"Listen, when I want your comeback I will wipe it off the floor after I make you squirt." Damn. She got me good. I blushed and got up. I took a few steps to have my back to Erin. My hands rested on my hips and I thought about the match. I felt I was winning and I felt I could win. A few deep breaths made me feel more alive than ever. Ok. One more round to go then I got to fuck Erin.

"Competitors..." One of the judges drew the word out. They didn't even need to finish their sentence. We both went to our hashes. The judge shouted go and we gladly obeyed. Erin charged in this time. I tried to dart to the side to trip her up but she was right on top of me. She got me on the mat and quickly hopped on top of me. Two weak hands wrapped around my neck. I knew I could get her off of me so I pulled the strings of her bikini bottoms then twisted her off me. I finagled my way to being on top and pulled her arm into a kimura. She tapped out and I pushed off her to get up. 

Erin did not like that. Not one bit. The girl's livid face clashed horribly with her blue hair and I wondered if she would turn purple from the mix. When we both were given the green light to get into it, Erin was off the line quicker than a racehorse. I knew she was coming- I grabbed her head and tucked it between my thighs. I heaved her up by her legs and pulled them apart- I felt her clawing at my calves but it made no difference. The camera zoomed in on her exposed sex and I smiled to myself, before I slammed her painfully down to the earth. I pulled both of her legs into a painful scorpion hold and she bellowed her submission.

The adrenaline was really flowing now. Erin was naked and mad as fuck. I was naked too, but I felt in control. The scorekeeper said go and we flew at each other with unrestrained passion. She tried to use her low center of gravity to throw me to the mat but I was too good for her. I flung her down to the mat and was on her in a flash. A devious thought came to me and I enacted it. I moved my body so I was pinning Erin's hands to the mat and could smother her with my breasts. She got to know what real tits felt like and they were all over her face. I really rubbed it in- she was out of breath and had to tap out.

I hopped up again and strode back to my mark. Erin got up and went back to hers as well. The look on her face was begrudging. She knew she was going to lose. And as soon as the judge said go I moved to prove it. Erin charged at me. I threw her to the mat and she was face down when I climbed on top of her. Two strong hands guided her hips high in the air and I spanked Erin the same way Samantha spanked me.

"You barely have an ass to smack..." I taunted as I made her cheeks bright red. Erin groaned under me as I sent pain rippling through her tender little butt. I then grabbed one of her legs and yanked and she tapped out. We returned to our spots and launched at each other again. The little bluehaired girl must have known she was circling the drain but she still had quite a lot of fight in her. She managed to bring me low and scrambled to find some sort of hold to put me in. I fended her off for as long as I could but fell into a painful submission. I tapped and she relinquished her hold.

In my estimation, I was up. Way up. The hold had been a setback, nothing more. That didn't make it feel any less frustrating. We found our marks and were ready to spring at each other. Erin ran at me; I scooped her up and tried to drain the fight from her with a powerful bear hug. She pushed against me and grimaced in pain. Just when I thought Erin was going to tap out the scorekeeper called time and ended the match. 

One of the judges walked over and held both of us by the hands. "And the winner is...Rachel!" The judge raised my arm. I wooped and smiled at Erin. My ten minutes were going to be fun. I went back to the locker room and got my purple strap-on and returned to the mat. 

"On your knees." I said Samantha's favorite line and Erin obeyed. "Open." I commanded. She opened her mouth and I shoved as much of the strap-on in her mouth as I could. I wasn't having her suck it; I was face fucking her. A few moans and grunts came out mid thrust. My strap-on was now soaked and I hoped Erin was too. I pushed her down on to the mat and made her go doggy style. She cried out as I grabbed a handful of that bright blue hair and cried even louder when I entered her. We weren't making love or even having sex- I was fucking her. Brutally, passionately, angrily fucking her. Erin was starting to like it despite herself. As my toy entered her quicker and deeper the moans of pain were slowly becoming moans of pleasure. 

I looked straight into the camera as I sent Erin to heaven. Oh yeah Samantha. I am not a slut any more. I am not afraid any more. I am Rachel and I take what I want. And I want Erin, this small little bluehaired girl. I flipped her over and kept pounding her- I tried to look right into her eyes but they were rolling around. With one great thrust I hit her g-spot and she came loudly and powerfully. She collapsed back onto the mat- her mouth lolled open and her chest rose and fell with each breath. I exited her and rubbed my strap-on across her face. All she could do was groan and take it.

The judge called time and I stood up. I stole one last glance at the girl I just fucked. Erin would be walking funny for a while. I returned to the small locker room and sat down on the bench. Even if I didn't get my revenge on Samantha, it felt nice in a small but powerful way. No more being a scared little slut. It was high time to be a Tigress.



The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 07



"Announcement today. Be in the weight room at 4." The message was simple, sent from Samantha, and filled me with a quiet dread. I looked over at Angel who was on the bike machine next to me. She had just read her message and our eyes met.

"Did you just get that text message from mist- Samantha?" I asked. The word mistress almost came spilling out of my mouth but I stopped it as quickly as I could. 

Angel furrowed her brow. "That is another test, you know."

I looked at her quizzically. "What do you mean?"

It was our cool down so we weren't huffing and puffing. But the sweat was still there, and I liked the way it looked on Angel's skin. "The sooner you stop calling her mistress the sooner she will respect you. It is another one of those things that she likes to test girls with." 

There it was. Another elegant and simple lesson from Samantha, a koan from the Zen monk from hell. I sighed. Ok. No more calling her mistress. That seemed simple enough. But I still didn't have any idea what the announcement could be.

"Do you know what is going on?" I motioned towards my phone.

Angel shrugged. "Honestly I have no idea."

I tried to shrug off the feeling of disquiet I had. Whenever Samantha said or did anything I knew something bad was about to happen, usually to me. I pursed my lips a little bit and looked at the console to find that my time on the bike had come to an end. My legs cried out in resistance as I stood up and I looked over at Angel who had just finished up as well. It was leg day and both of us were waddling back to the locker room.

A strong hand came across my backside and the smack resounded around the gym. I gasped and looked around to see who did it and there was Angel, smiling.

"You're waddling like I just fucked you." Her voice was so mellifluous and flirty and I loved it. 

"You haven't seen anything yet. I know whenever you look at me you just want to beg to lick my pussy." I licked my lips and held the door open for her. "Sluts first." 

Angel just chuckled and walked on through. We didn't have to talk much after that because we didn't have to- my knees pushing together and her sultry looks said more than any words could have said. Her eyes were dark, almost black and the way they roved up and down my body made me feel incredibly hot. I played it up a little bit, sticking my hips out and running my hands through my long red hair. Before it could get going too much I wrapped my towel around myself and made my way to the shower. I didn't look back. I wanted to be a tease. 

The shower was soon steaming up and I hung the towel over the rack. I began washing my hair and was beginning to enjoy the feeling of the hot water running over me. My journey had been a long one and one that I was very eager to continue. I looked down at my body and to be perfectly honest, found it to be pretty impressive. All of my workouts had been showing- my tummy was nice and flat and my legs were straight steel. I was beginning to admire my own arms a little bit as well when I felt two arms wrap around my waist.

I yelped. Oh god, please don't be Samantha, please don't be Samantha, and with a turn I found that Angel was there, naked and smiling at me. She moved forward and we locked lips; her hand caressed the nape of my neck while I sank my claws in her massive beautiful butt. Her kisses became more passionate and my emotions were running wild. Her other hand wrapped around my waist. And there in her arms, being loved and kissed and cuddled, I felt like I was the queen of the world. I felt like I was the sexiest woman alive, that I could conquer the world.

Angel withdrew and looked into my eyes. "I knew you were a skank that would kiss any girl that would get in the shower with you." I chuckled and pressed my forehead against hers. "But let's finish this up. We have that meeting with Samantha." I moved back and my eyes went wide with fright. Oh shit, we still had that. Angel grabbed my towel and threw it to me then wrapped her own towel around herself. We both set off for the locker room and pulled our clothes on in a hurry. 

The dress that I wore was short and colorful, resplendent with all of the colors of spring. Angel opted for something a little more subtle, wearing tight jeans and a white t-shirt. I slung my gym bag over my shoulder and Angel did the same with hers and we both walked out into the weight room, where quite a congregation had gathered. Samantha was there, standing on one of the benches and looking flawless in a plaid skirt.

"Girls, pay attention." All the idle chatter in the room came to an abrupt halt. "I gathered all of you here today to make an announcement. In a few weeks, we will begin the first annual Queen of the Jungle Tournament!" A few girls looked around the room, as if the answer would fall from the sky. Samantha just smiled and let the confusion die down. "It will be a simple 8 woman single elimination tournament. The prizes for winning each round will be substantial and the prize for winning the whole thing will be greater than any sum many of you have ever even seen. But the money will not come for nothing. During the first round of the tournament, the bonus round will be the usual ten minutes. In the second round of the tournament, the bonus round will be doubled. And so on and so forth." Samantha waved her hand dismissively. That news sent everyone twittering with excitement. I rubbed my legs together as I thought about a girl going down on me for a full half hour. Angel must have noticed my excitement and stayed my lust with a comforting hand on my arm.

"Oh, and one more thing about the tournament. The winner of it will face me." The energy of the room dropped. Every single girl in the room had been beaten and humiliated and fucked senseless by Samantha. That prospect seemed daunting, insurmountable. But if I could win...

"We will be doing our normal bouts for three weeks, and then I will select which girls make it and which seeds they are. I will be looking through all of your previous matches. Girls will be selected based on their experience talent level and their popularity. So girls, be on your best game. This will be quite an interesting ride. And one more thing. We have apparently gotten quite a large group of followers abroad. I would like to introduce to you two new girls that will be competing for a chance to be the Queen of the Jungle. Our first girl hails from Cannes, France, and is quite notorious in all of Europe. Everyone, please be welcoming to Yvonne Desrosiers."

The woman she motioned to stood up on the bench besides Samantha. She was pretty. Very pretty. Her ruby red lips curved elegantly into a haughty smile and long tumbles of chestnut hair fell down to her ample chest. She had a rather debonair air about her, although her big brown eyes gave her face a soft almost warm tone. The French girl stepped down after all of us got a look at her. 

"And our second hails from Saint Petersburg, Russia. She was demolishing a whole lot of poor Eastern European women before she came to us. Girls, this is Natalia Goncharova."

The second girl stood up where Yvonne had stood moments before. While the French girl had a care free look about her Natalia was all business. Her lips were pursed into what I assumed to be a perpetual scowl and her green eyes spoke of little more than condescension and disgust. The high cheekbones she had made her pretty and the sleek blonde hair on her head made her a near goddess. Natalya looked like an avatar of pent-up aggression. The subtle strength she had made me wonder what it was like to lose to her. A chill ran down my spine. The Russian girl stepped down.

"So that will be all. Thank you." The murmur started up again and I turned to Angel. 

"This could be fun." My curiosity had been piqued.

"Of course it will be fun. I am going to be in it, and I am going to win it." Angel cocked her head as if she was trying to get a rise out of me.

"Wanna do another bet?" I put my hands on my hips.

"Of course. I am going to go further than you. So we are betting one night like the kind we did before. Of me fucking you silly."

"Except I will be the one fucking you. Because I am getting stronger. You don't think I could take you?" I moved closer and put my hand on her hip.

"You're on sweetie. But it was lovely working out with you. I will see you around." Angel planted a kiss on my cheek and disappeared out the door. I turned to leave myself, only to find Samantha there.

"Hello Rachel."

"Hello, mis-Samantha." I stopped myself. I sounded completely silly, but I stopped myself.

She narrowed her eyes. Words teetered on the tip of her tongue but she did not act on them. "You are having a match this Friday. With Rebecca. Just wanted to tell you." Samantha glided away and back into her office. 

As I walked out the door, I tried to put my game face on. But inwardly, I was smiling. I was gifted with a golden opportunity to put that bitch Rebecca in her place.


By the time Friday came around, I was seething with rage. Rebecca just had a way of being such a massive bitch all the time. We had bumped into each other a few times and she always had some smartass comment to say and this was finally my chance to shove them all back down her throat. I stepped out into the cool night with my bag over my shoulder and fire in my heart. 

There might have been things going on around me as I walked to the back room but I was not even remotely aware of them. I crossed the mats into the back room where I found a white bikini waiting for me. It looked as becoming as ever on me, and I went through my stretching routine. Rebecca was awfully pretty with her soft green eyes and dark hair. Oh, and the massive tits. Those would be fun to play with.

The buzzer went off and I went out onto the mats. Rebecca was there as well and her bikini was a brilliant shade of crimson. The straps holding her top on looked like they could burst at any moment and I was happy to be the catalyst. 

Rebecca sneered at me. "Disappointing. I see you in the gym all the time going through your stupid little routine and you haven't made any progress."

The woman with the camera went up to her and she spun on cue. Rebecca looked incredibly sexy and even I wasn't blind to that.

"You know if you do some cardio it would make you a little bit smaller." I looked her up and down, making a mocking face as I did so. The camerawoman came up to me and I did my spin. "Maybe you should try some cardio for your mouth."

"Then I won't be able to command you around like the slut you are, skank. We're doing twenty minutes in the bonus round, by the way."

I looked over to the judges and nodded. They wrote something down which was probably 'twenty minutes or round four'. We didn't even need the scorekeeper to tell us to go to our marks. She looked calm and placid while I was bucking like a horse in the starting gates. I wanted to rip her stupid little bikini off and fuck her so hard she couldn't even walk out of here. 

"3..."

My nose was all scrunched up and I was half-expecting steam to come out of my ears. But Rebecca stood there, not even in a wrestling stance.

"2..."

I bared my teeth and Rebecca didn't so much as budge. God, I wanted to destroy her. 

"1..."

My body was nothing but pent-up rage and sexual fury. My knuckles were white- I wondered if this is what it felt like to be in a space shuttle before it launched.

"Begin!"

I tore at Rebecca like a rabid dog. And like a rabid dog, she took me down, spinning me to the floor with a side step and a solid throw. I bounced right back up and was at her again. Rebecca seemed to know exactly what I would be gunning for and tossed me to the ground a second time. The darkhaired girl was quicker on the uptake this time crashing down on top of me and trying to pin my arms to the mat. She was quite strong, stronger than me, but what I lacked in strength I made up for with ferocity. I pushed and jostled and pulled this way and that and faster than she expected I had her off me. My arms were still in her hands and she wrapped her powerful legs around me as I sat up. I cried out in pain and shock as I felt myself being constricted, only to have those cries muffled as she pushed her voluminous chest up into my face. The painful submission move was incredibly humiliating and due to the fact that my arms were still held I couldn't even tap. I could hear her laughing for a bit as she rubbed her chest in my face. In an attempt to escape I leaned back, but all that resulted in was Rebecca leaning forward and smothering me even more. She let go of my arms and I tapped the mat.

She stood up and caressed her ample chest. "I bet you want to suck them, slut."

"I want to make you cry when I fuck them." My voice was weak and quivering. The rage that had been coursing through my body had been used against me and Rebecca got a very humiliating tap. She picked up on the tremulous tone in my voice and smiled. The ravenhaired girl glided back to her starting mark and I walked over in a huff. Fine. I wouldn't just blindly rage any more. I would have to be focused if I wanted to see those tits bouncing as I fucked her.

"Begin!" Rebecca hung back, expecting me to just charge forward again. But I didn't leap ahead, I inched forward, feeling like a panther stalking her prey. The ravenhaired girl took a tentative step back, giving me precious ground and a sense of satisfaction. With sudden movements I closed the gap between us in a lock-up. Rebecca didn't seem to register it and while I was trying to push her back she swept me off my feet with a low kick and pounced on top of me. I was busy trying to defend my face, but Rebecca's plans were far sexier, far more humiliating- she made a dive at my hips and deftly undid the strings to my bikini bottoms. I tried to wiggle away but it was all for naught and sure enough I was fighting half-naked. To add injury to insult, Rebecca grabbed one of my legs and wrenched it into a dominating submission hold.

I cried out in pain and tapped the mat. The darkhaired girl withdrew and I stood up, by pussy and ass now bare to the world. I sighed- the match was still in the first round and I was already being dominated and humiliated. And Rebecca just stood there, unstoppable as ever, smiling like she just won the lottery. I huffed. She was not going to win my body, not tonight. I wouldn't allow a bitch such as her to do it.

We both went back to our marks and on the cue of the judge, launched at each other. I threw her down to the mat but she rolled out of my grasps before I could really put the clamps down on her. She hopped right back up and now it was her turn to go on the offensive- she tossed me down to the mat with ease and then leapt on top of me. I wrapped my legs around her to try and avoid taking too much punishment. It was a practical move to me, one that I had learned in all my martial arts classes. But Rebecca had seen it coming and smiled. She wrapped her arms around my throat and began humping me, playfully at first. 

I squirmed and pushed against her, trying to fight off her complete domination over my body. The desperation to get out from under her was reaching a critical point and to make matters worse I was getting turned on. Her long dark curls bounced with each hump as did her massive breasts and my heart was pounding. I clenched my teeth and arched my back, clawing at the mat to try and find some release from Rebecca's power over me but found none. I tapped the mat and the judge called time. 

The darkhaired beauty got off me and stood up. "Wow, you're already wet? You're pathetic, slut."

I quickly closed my legs and blushed. "I'm not wet I just..." I trailed off. There was nothing I could say. She was dominating me and she knew it, and I knew it. This gorgeous raven haired woman would be my owner for the night and do all sort of terrible humiliating things to me and....

And no. No she wasn't. I could still come back. It was only the first round. "I'm just excited to see what you look like with my juices dribbling down my face. You're going to worship my pussy, whore."

Rebecca chuckled and turned her back. I stood up and my knees knocked together. Damn. I was more turned on than I thought I was. The whole world could see it too as Rebecca stripped my bikini bottoms off of me. I sighed. Two more rounds.

"On your marks!" The scorekeeper hollered from the sideline. We both moved to the starting positions. "Begin!" Rebecca hung back like I thought she would. Good. Just what I wanted. I charged in and lowered my head and Rebecca withstood my charge and wrenched my head into a headlock. Perfect, another thing that I wanted. She chuckled as she tried to slam me down but I jostled and we remained upright- while she was trying to put me down I undid the strings of her bikini top. She yelped and loosened her hold a little bit which allowed me to finagle my way to getting her bottoms off. Rebecca jumped in surprise again and let me go; I exploited her mistake, wrapping my arms around her wide hips and lifting her off the mat. Looks like all my workouts were coming to bear in a good way and Rebecca landed on the mat face first.

I wasted no time with my now disrobed opponent, jumping on her and wrapping my arm around her throat. With my free hand I slapped her ass again and again until she tapped. Her big curvy butt was now flushed red with my hand marks and I was beaming with pride. Rebecca stood up and she was furious. She didn't even say anything and huffed and went back to her mark. I took my time as I was enjoying taking in her hot body. Her breasts were remarkably perky and she had no pubic hair in contrast to my trimmed red bush. 

If looks could kill, I would be dead. I stared into her green eyes as we both prepared for the next action to begin. The scorekeeper gave her mark and we both took off at each other like sharks in a frenzy. We both went in for a lock up and soon Rebecca was pushing me all over the floor, and I wasn't strong enough, wasn't dominant enough, to stop her. With a clever twist she spun me to the ground and I was face up when she crawled on top of me.

Rebecca once again pinned my arms to the ground, and I knew what was coming. Sure enough, her big breasts once again enveloped me and once again I struggled for breath. I kicked and bucked for all I was worth and Rebecca matched my effort and continued to hold sway over my body. Embarrassing moans came from my lips as I was cruelly toyed with and her femininity ruled over me. I tried to tap, to end the degradation but she wouldn't let me, holding my arms akimbo. She pulled herself back and I gulped in deep breaths. I thought my humiliation was over but no, Rebecca did that just to continue it, just to let me think I had a fighting chance. Her breasts were once again all I could see, all I could feel, all I could think of. 

I could feel all the thrashing beginning to take its toll and I was running out of air tucked against her breasts. Part of me just wanted to bite down and cheat but I held back. If I won I would win fair. So in one last bid of desperation I shot my shoulder up and tried to wiggle out from under her. All of my strength was put into it and I just managed to hold her off me. Rebecca looked genuinely disappointed that she didn't knock me out with her lovely chest and slithered back to put me in a toe hold. The move was excruciating and I tapped, panting and happy to just be gulping down air. 

I sat up and breathed deeply. All the progress I had made had come to a screeching halt. I wasn't quite sure how long I spent under her breasts, but I was sure it wasn't good for my prospects of not getting fucked like some bar room slut. The process of getting up was slow and pained- I had become quite fatigued and it was really beginning to show.




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 07



"Had enough of these lovely tits?" Rebecca inquired with a malicious grin.

"No, they are going to be so much fun to fuck..." The words hung in the air like a sword. Over whom, I don't know. We were both on our marks and ready to go- when the scorekeepers said the word we surged towards each other and went for another lock-up. Her pretty green eyes were flaring with lust and anger and we both searched for any sign of weakness in the other. This time, it was I who got Rebecca down to the mat but before I could do anything, the scorekeeper called the round.

I turned and closed my eyes, thinking about what I had to do in order to not get fucked. While I had stripped her, anyone with eyes could see that she had been in charge for rounds one and two. Round three would have to be one of the best rounds I had ever fought in my life lest I be her bitch for twenty minutes. The thought made me shudder. I had come into this match ready to annihilate her and now I was feeling like her chew toy.

"On your marks!" I opened my eyes again. I told myself that I could do it, that she would be mine. I found my way to my mark, as did she and the scorekeeper yelled go and I was off. Rebecca chose to hold back again- the idea was somewhat less than sagacious as I took her down with ease. She landed on her front and I on top of her; I quickly put her arms behind my knees and grabbed her chin and pulled back. It was a camel clutch and it was doubly embarrassing as her massive breasts were on display for everyone to see. The woman with the camera got in close as Rebecca struggled in vain. I gave her one more hard yank and she shouted out her submission. Score one for Rachel!

We both returned to the starting spots and Rebecca eyes were narrowed- she was out for blood now. When the judge said go, she proved it. She was on me in a flash and threw me to the ground. I landed with my face to the mat. Before she sat down on my back, she deftly undid my top. The reason for her sitting became clear as she pulled my leg into a painful submission hold. Pain arced through my leg and Rebecca inserted a finger into my wet sex.

I shivered. My sex was sopping wet and Rebecca inserted two long skilled fingers into it. The ravenhaired girl began pumping into me, slowly, powerfully. With my leg contorted I felt helpless and completely at the mercy of her whims. My other leg tensed up. Damn. This girl was good. She pulled my leg back adding more pain to the pleasure, and I tapped the mat in submission.

Rebecca rose off of me while I was on the ground panting. I balled my fists and pushed myself back up. The match was getting less and less winnable but at least I could fight with some dignity. I said that like I wasn't naked and sopping wet, with a long spindle of my honey rolling down my thigh. But it was unimportant. I was going to give it my all.

We returned to the starting positions. I would be wary, but not cautious. Cumming on the mat while I was still supposed to be a wrestler was unappealing to my vanity. Both Rebecca and I were naked with a thin coat of sweat coating both of our athletic sexy bodies. "Go!" echoed around the room and Rebecca stalked forward. Her arms wrapped around my hips and she tried to throw me to the ground. I fought it off, pushing her back. She came at me again and this time she overwhelmed me and I was tossed to the mat like a ragdoll. 

The darkhaired girl seized both of my legs, spread them and lifted them up so my hips were off the ground. One of her powerful legs stepped over me and she...

"Oh no!" I gasped, my eyes wide with fright.

"Oh yes..." she purred and began to trib me.

My body was being grinded on. Waves of pleasure crashed into me as Rebecca dominated me and my sex. I closed my eyes and tried to crawl away, to find some escape from the darkhaired woman's humiliating act. But she didn't allow me any reprieve from the powerful sexy grind, pulling me back. I clutched at the mat as if they were bedsheets feeling a humiliating orgasm get nearer and nearer. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the ecstasy as best I could. But I couldn't. Powerful, sensuous, gorgeous Rebecca had a hold over my body and my sexuality that I could not get out of. My leg was beginning to twitch and my stomach was beginning to tighten. My heart nearly pounded out of my chest and I could feel myself being reduced to a quivering mess right there in the match.

And then mercifully the judge called time. I fell down to the mat and opened my eyes again. I hadn't orgasmed on the mat, but I knew that Rebecca had won and won quite handily. The woman strode over and raised her arm, proclaiming her as the victrix. The act was little more than a formality and Rebecca disappeared into the small locker room. I curled into the fetal position- for most of the match I had been hers and now she would have me for twenty minutes. The sound of the door opening prompted me to turn and look. There stood Rebecca, naked except for the red strap-on, dangling from her hips. I sat up and looked up at her as she walked over to me.

"Rebecca please, I..." as my mouth was open, she shoved the toy into it. 

I gagged. "You are nothing more than a little slut. All you are worthy of is suck my strap-on. Say that you're my slut."

Rebecca kept pounding me. I was already soaking wet from Rebecca's raw sexual power, but now I was truly beginning to feel her ownership over me. There was no closing my eyes and pretending I was somewhere else. There was no closing my legs and pretending that my soaked pussy didn't demand release. There was only Rebecca. Strong, sexy, smack talking Rebecca. I tried to say that I was her slut my all that came out was gagging noises as she continued to fuck my face cruelly. She finally withdrew.

"Lick my foot, slut."

I did as I was told, bending down to her cute little foot and giving it a long humiliating lick. I shuddered. Her dominance over me was complete. Rebecca didn't say anything as she pulled me into doggy style. I felt so vulnerable with my ass in the air and Rebecca looming behind me. The ravenhaired girl plunged the toy into my vagina and I yelled out with pleasure. Rebecca grabbed a handful of my long red hair and began to work me over.

"Not talking so much now are you, slut." Her voice stung me. It was true, I wasn't talking as much as I was moaning and grunting and mewling. The fighter girl in me was gone, replaced with a Rachel that loved getting fucked like a sorority girl on spring break. My toes began to curl and my thigh began to shake. Pleasure coursed through my body and I moaned and breathed sharply. Rebecca's toy went deep inside of me.

I felt her smack my ass a few times, and with each new red mark I yelled with pleasure and pain. The girl was good with her finger and better with tribbing. But she was best of all with her strap-on. Her hips moved rhythmically and sensually and my body loved it. 

"Cum for me slut..." Rebecca hissed. The words were unnecessary. I tensed up and screamed as an incredible mind-numbing orgasm flooded my body and mind with pleasure. I collapsed forward onto the mat, too weak to do anything other than close my eyes and breathe deeply. My mouth hung open and Rebecca removed her toy from me. She rolled me over so I was face-up and my limbs flopped idly so I was spread eagle. She planted her foot on my chest and eyed me up and down. I thought she looked like a piece of art, triumphant sexy and menacing. She was posing for the camera, basking in the attention of the world. She was over me like a domme over her pet and I was a fucked-beyond-belief puddle of carnal desire. And the humiliation was to continue.

Rebecca got down on her knees and spread my legs around her hips. The darkhaired girl began thrusting into me again and my eyes began rolling around in my head. Every deep thrust came with a rush of pleasure. Rebecca upped the ante even more. One hand found its way to my tender breast and began playing with my nipple. Her other hand went down to my sex and she thumbed my clitoris. I howled at the euphoria. I was her pet, her plaything and I was loving it. Rebecca began to thrust more quickly into my sex. My legs coiled and I scratched the mat feeling my climax as imminent.

And then Rebecca stopped. She let my legs down and moved up on my body, placing her toy between my breasts. The darkhaired girl squished them together with her hands and began titty-fucking me. 

"Yes, you are being edged. You are my slut and I will do whatever I want with you." Rebecca hurled the insult with a derisive look on her face. She gave my tits a break to slap me across the face. "Say it."

"I am your slut and you will do whatever you want with me!" I shouted.

"Say you're a little whore and all you are good for are my holes." She slapped me across the face again.

"I'm a little whore and all I am good for are my holes." The wet schlicking sound pierced through to my inner self. Here I was, begging and helpless, mindlessly repeating whatever Rebecca said in the hopes that I could get fucked senseless again. My own juices were used to fuck my chest and I felt degraded and used. Rebecca chuckled and went back to plowing me. It was only a few thrusts before my dam burst again and this time I squirted all over Rebecca. 

She gracefully scooped a bit of it up with her finger and stuck the finger in my mouth. "Suck it." I did as Rebecca told me to- my mind was blank and echoes of my intense spasming orgasm sent my body into a twitching, defeated mess. My eyes were closed and my brain was shut off. None of my muscles would work and I was Rebecca's whore to mold as she would. I opened my eyes again as I felt myself moving under Rebecca's power- she pulled my face right up to her ample chest and I began sucking her nipple.

I felt disgusted with myself that I just did it without Rebecca demanding it of me. Or I guess I would have felt disgusted if I were feeling anything other than pleasure. I sucked her nipple, licked her nipple, did everything to debase myself as I was lost in her completely. She began caressing the back of my head lightly as she held me to her breast. I heard the judge call time and she let me down. 

Rebecca got off of me and stared down at me. Her strap-on dangled from her hips, still wet from my honey. Next to her, I felt like a frail whore. She had taken me, used and abused me, and left me a wreck. She went off to her locker room and I tried to stand up. I couldn't and collapsed into a heap. My second attempt didn't fare any better and I was reduced to crawling across the mats into the small locker room. Before I made it there, Rebecca emerged from her locker room in a black pencil skirt and red blouse. When she laughed at my sorry state, I felt like nothing. There I was, naked and pathetic, crawling in front of her. I forced the door open and slammed it shut behind me. I hauled myself up to the bench and lay on it. My hand was resting on my head and I tried to collect myself. I finally got my muscles to obey and even if it took a while, I got my jeans and t-shirt back on. With some effort, my bag was over my shoulder and I was out the door. Rebecca had taunted me, insulted me, and finally defeated me in a strong and embarrassing fashion. And when she took her reward, I was reduced to nothing more than a feeble little slut.

My car started up quietly. It was going to be a long drive home.



The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 08



1, 2. The weight went up easy. It was fairly close to my max. And Angel was standing over me spotting me. The bench press was one of my favorite activities. No one would have mistaken me for some roided out body builder but I was becoming strong.

3, 4. I had to be strong. Rebecca annihilated me in the match and afterwards. That was not something that I would allow to happen to me again. She had taken me like a hound takes a bitch and I didn't want to be a bitch. I wanted to be the bitch.

5, 6. Neither would Samantha for that matter. The Queen of the Jungle tournament was coming up and whoever won would get another crack at her. Every girl was aching for it. Or at least every girl that wasn't timid. The Tigress had taken apart every girl that stepped onto the mat and broke her. One of us would finally have an opportunity to try and get some sweet revenge. If it was me...whew. Every hole she had would be fucked mercilessly. The match and the bonus round would be sexual savagery of the highest order and she would leave her own gym knowing that she had been conquered like some slut.

7, 8. I grunted. "Come on Rachel, you got it." The bar went up slowly and with considerable effort. But it still went up. The weekend after my bout with Rebecca wasn't pleasant. It was a lot of soul searching. I watched a lot of Rebecca's matches. And the girl was truly good, wrestling and otherwise. As a crushing defeat and more than one mind-blowing orgasms from me showed. Her record was really good and in her last few matches she looked unstoppable.

9, 10. My arms were shaking and I breathed out as I did the last rep. It felt good. No, scratch that, it felt great. I was ready to take on the world. A brilliant smile was etched onto my face as I sat up and looked at my gym buddy. Her booty shorts were red and her black t-shirt hugged her elegant and feminine form. I thought it looked better than my gray yoga pants and my tank top but it was very difficult to be as good looking as Angel was no matter what anyone was wearing. Despite her stunning good looks, a look of consternation spread across her face.

"I don't mean to alarm you," Angel said in hushed tones, "but something wicked this way comes."

I turned to see what she was looking at and there was Samantha, sauntering towards us with a notebook in her hand and a gleam in her eye. I pulled my leg over the bench and looked at her. The Tigress looked impeccable in her orange and black dress and her glasses which drew all of the attention to her beautiful eyes.

"Rachel. Angel." Samantha gave a curt nod to both of us. "We are going to have more matches in the next few weeks so that I can review everyone to see who gets into the Queen of the Jungle Tournament. There will be the usual slew of bouts on Friday, of course, but we are going to be doing a few more on Saturday as well. Rachel, you are going to be wrestling Yvonne on Friday at 8. Angel, you are going to be wrestling Rebecca on Saturday at 9:30."

I looked over at Angel. She leaned against the rack and bit her lip. Angel had quite the history with Rebecca and this would be another link in the chain. The Latina had a leg up on her and this would give her a chance to get some revenge for me. 

"Oh, and I would like to try experimenting with crowds. The crowds are going to be small, at least at first, no more than a few chairs against the wall. If it pleases me we may work ourselves into something larger. I took the liberty of placing tickets and your checks in your bags. That will be all."

Before either of us got a chance to reply, Samantha twirled around and strode off. Angel sat down beside me and threw her arm around me.

"Hey, I saw what happened. Don't worry. You still have two wins. And you can watch me fuck her like the slut she is." Angel whispered in my ear.

I chuckled. Whenever I looked into her big brown eyes I felt a sense of warmth deep inside me- Angel was strong and beautiful and even if I didn't get to knock Rebecca around I knew Angel would in my place. 

She patted me on my backside. "Now get the hell up. It is my turn to do the bench."

Angel and I worked hard that week. I was going up against new blood and Angel was facing down an old rival. We were both in my car together and the sun had perished for a while, giving way to a clear night. Angel looked like she was ready to hit the clubs- her silver shimmering dress was skin tight and she was showing a solid amount of cleavage. The ticket she had to my match was in her purse and the ticket was quickly joined by the lipstick she put in there. Angel was looking good.

I was looking a little less good in my plain white t-shirt and jeans but it didn't matter. My outfit would be changing soon.

"Are you feeling ready?" Angel looked at me. The question came with a confident look on her face. I had run into a bad spate of losses as the commenters on the internet loved pointing out and Yvonne was an unknown quantity. In truth, I was feeling a little bit nervous.

"Mmm, she looks good. Beatable, but good." I pondered. I usually liked doing a bit of research but the sites she wrestled on were all in French. Somehow that surprised me.

"You have been practicing. Don't worry too much. You will be fine, I am one hundred percent sure." Her brown eyes always had a calming effect on me.

I took a deep breath in. "I hope so." We pulled in to the Tigress and made our way inside. The place was usually pretty dead with only the women going to and coming from their bouts. But tonight it was crawling- some of the gym regulars were there chatting with each other and obviously waiting to go watch the matches. Jessica walked out of the back room with a hearty stride and a smile on her face and soon after some poor brunette waddled out. I offered her a sympathetic glance but she just stared at the ground as she was too ashamed to look up. I opened the door and the little secretary was there checking tickets. She nodded me through and accepted Angel's ticket and pointed her to the folding chairs up against the wall. 

The Latina wrapped her hands around my hips. "You're going to do great. Just relax."

I hugged her and whispered thanks before stealing off into the back room. The white bikini waiting for me was a bad augury and I slung my gym bag to the floor. It still looked nice on me but even seeing it brought back bad memories of me being forced to orgasm like a basic whore. I slipped out of my clothes and put it on. My butt was getting bigger from all the squats and deadlifts and the fabric was beginning to stretch quite a little bit over my ass. That was at least one positive and I went through my stretches. 

The buzzer informed me that it was go time and I quit the small locker room in favor of the mat. I stepped out as saw Yvonne.

"You look...good." I mumbled stupidly. That wasn't quite true. She looked a lot more than good, she looked incredible. Her chestnut hair came down past her shoulders in long elegant waves, flowing down to her buxom chest. The green bikini that covered her was a dark earthen color and complemented her brown eyes. I thought she looked like some forest nymph. Some fit, athletic, incredibly sexy forest nymph. Her waist was tiny and her thighs, while perhaps lacking the raw power of Samantha's, did seem to show some wily strength. 

"Thanks. You look rather nice as well." I blushed. Her French accent was the most adorable thing I had ever heard and the wistful lilt of it made me want to fuck her right then and there. The camera woman went up to her and she did her spin. The woman came up to me and I did my spin as well. We both moved to our starting marks and I could feel the electricity in the air- the crowd, if you could even call it that, began to clap and encourage us. 

"Good luck." The words that came from her genuinely took me by surprise. Usually when girls got to this point they hurled insults and threats at each other. But Yvonne was being sporting. 

"Uhh, yeah. You too." I muttered.

"Three!" Came a cry from the judges.

I could feel the energy, the pure unbound potential crackling through my body. Yvonne looked good in her bikini. I just wanted to see what she looked like naked.

"Two!"

She hunched down. The French woman was ready to spring like a coil. My own body was ready for the bout.

"One!"

It was hard not to get lost in her eyes. They were once big and luminous- now they were narrowed and focused. Mine were as well.

"Begin!"

We tore at each other like two wild animals. In the frenzy we pushed and pulled and tried to find any opening we could to bring the other down. Strength was matched with strength and skill was matched with skill. She tried to force me to the ground and each time I maintained my balance. Similarly she stayed up and spun away like a top.

I feinted high and got her to the mat with a leg sweep. I jumped on top of her, eager to seize the opportunity. Yvonne seized me, wrapped her legs around me and rolled over. The French girl had me wrapped up like I was in a spider's web and I was feeling more and more like a fly. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close to try and avoid getting choked. Tucked up against her chest, I thought I was safe. Before I even registered what was happening, the French girl made a few quick movements and I was in a devastating monoplata. I yelled out my submission.

Yvonne got off of me and glided back to the starting spot. My shoulder was still in a considerable amount of pain. I rubbed it and hunkered down. This girl knew her stuff. What I thought had a chance to be an easy match for me no longer appeared to be that way and I would have to fight for every inch I got. No matter. 

"Begin!"

The French girl chose to hang back this time. I, on the other hand, charged ahead. A cyclone of red hair and fury bowled her over and I leaped down on her once again. Yvonne tried to pull the same trick but I was wiser this time- I refused to roll and placed my hands around her neck. She pushed my elbows in and forced me to go a different route. That was fine- while her arm was still up, I grabbed it and yanked it into a powerful armbar. Before long, the beauty tapped.

The submission earned me a burst of applause from the few girls that were the crowd. I looked over at Angel who waved at me and whistled. A little chuckle escaped from my lips and I turned back to the starting spot more energized and more loose. The judge said go and off we went.

Yvonne's ferocity was on full display as our bodies collided with each other. After a few moments of desperately trying to edge over her she brought me down to the earth. My strong legs snaked around her hips and begin squeezing. The look of pain on her face told me that the bind was torturous but the two hands trying to contort me into an excruciating submission hold told me to be wary. I was dodging this way and that, bobbing and weaving as much as I could while on the ground. While her hands were working my hands were playing- I found my way to her back where I pulled the strings of her bikini top. She yelped in surprise and withdrew and I took the opportunity to roll us over and quickly secure a kimura, one of the more painful submissions. She tapped the mat. Every movement of her arm sent her breasts jiggling and I was mesmerized.

Not mesmerized enough to hold it, though. The move earned me another round of applause from the girls who were sitting against the wall. I extended a hand down to help her up which she graciously accepted. We were both beginning to sweat. My red hair was plastered onto my forehead and I felt myself breathing a little harder. I had been going non-stop from basically the beginning and as I found my mark again I looked over at her. Aside from the sweat no one would recognize that she had been wrestling.

Both of us got in our spots and once again the scorekeeper told us to begin. I circled her, cautiously, warily, waiting for a chance to pounce. Yvonne found her chance before I did and tackled me to the mat. It was her turn to jump on me but before she could secure anything, the judge called time.

The French girl was a good sport. After she stood up she offered a hand down to me as I had to her. I gladly accepted and soon stood up face to face with her. She was a little bit shorter than I was and even with her breasts exposed still had a smirking debonair sort of aura. It was admirable, I thought. 

"You must like this body a lot," she opined. Damn. Got caught staring. I looked up to her face- her pursed lips curved into an elegant smile and her eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Oh yeah it just looks like you work out a lot, and I, uh, just appreciate, a, uh, girl, I mean woman who..." I was stupefied. 

She held up a finger to silence me. "Well you are in luck, no? I have taken many girls in France. And this body will take yours." The threat did not come through clenched teeth or with malice. She said it like it was a matter of fact, that I would be hers for ten minutes. 

I ran my fingers through my red hair. "I am not so sure about that."

"Competitors! Return to your marks." The judge rudely interrupted our flirting but we did as we were told. As soon as we got to our positions, the judge yelled to us to begin and we took off at each other. I got my arms around her and pulled her into a bear bug. From what I had seen, girls usually tried to pull away or tried to fight back or tap. Yvonne was of a different stock however and her hand went behind my back and plucked the tie to my bikini top. Now I would be fighting topless and that gave me the impetus to clutch her tighter. I heard a whistle from the 'crowd' as my top fell off me. The pain was beginning to show on her face but she still seemed in control- her hands were free and soon bound my neck, slowly depriving me of oxygen. It was a stalemate; she was off the ground and in my arms yet her hands were on my throat. I squeezed her for all I was worth and was rewarded with her shouting her submission.

I let her fall down to the mat and find her legs. My hands massaged my aching throat and I looked at her. The choke was another harsh reminder that I should take her seriously despite her coquetry. Fine. This was still a match and I was still going to win. 

"Back to your marks, competitors!" We both took a step back and found our starting spots. The starting word echoed around the room. Yvonne raced towards me and I stepped aside and flung her to the mat. She landed face down and I wormed my way on top of her, gently pulling the strings to her bikini bottoms as I went. The French girl tried to fend me off but I kept moving forward. I pulled her arm into a painful submission with one hand and with the other, turned her round ass bright red with a few painful smacks. Poor little Yvonne tapped the mat and I got up off the French girl. It was difficult not to admire my handiwork- the handmarks on her ass looked like they were claiming my territory. Just a little while longer and she would be mine.

We both moved back to our marks soundlessly. For the first time and hopefully not the last, I got to see her bush. She wasn't quite au naturel, but one could easily tell she was mature. Her carefree aura had given way to something a little grittier, something a little bit more hellbent on victory. The two of us were told to begin and begin we did. Yvonne charged at me and I darted to the side and tossed her down again. She collided face first into the mat with a smack. I sat myself on her lower back and pulled her leg into a submission. Her legs were spread just enough to allow me to insert one of my fingers into her sex.

The second I entered her I heard a gasp and felt a shiver run down her back. Someone in the meager crowd gave a woop and I began working her. Her sex was soon deluged and she kicked and bucked and tried to wrest me off of her but the lovely French girl could not escape my clutches. I pulled her leg past the tipping point and heard her tap the mat in submission. 

I got up and returned to my mark in a hurry, ready to continue dominating Yvonne. The French girl took her time and collected her breath before returning to the starting spot. A perfunctory "Begin!" rang out from the sidelines and we were off. Once again, Yvonne charged and once again I tried to dart to the side. The French girl caught me before I jetted to the side and tackled me to the mat. She grabbed at my bottoms and ripped them off. My bush was not nearly as impressive as hers but the crowd whistled nonetheless. I flushed with shame and tried to slither away. Yvonne had other plans for me and grabbed my legs and folded me in half so my knees were at my shoulders. I cried out in pain.

Then I cried out in pleasure. Yvonne's delicate fingers found my sex and she brushed up against my clitoris with her thumb. My core tensed and I looked up at Yvonne, whose face was mere inches above mine. She continued to work my sex as she gave my legs a few bounces. Pain shot through my back and euphoria shot through the rest of my body. The girl was good. I found myself wanting to tap to avoid the pain but my body ached to soak in more of the pleasure. The pleasure was overwhelming me as I found myself getting closer and closer to achieving a squirting orgasm, right on the mat.

The judge made my decision for me and called time. Yvonne got off of me and my legs flopped down to the mat.

"You were lucky, no? Not as lucky as I will be tonight, ma chérie." Her nude body looked like a work of art. She was poetry in form. Light and sweet with serious undertones. I wanted her badly as my dripping sex testified to.

"It is important to be careful with la passion, oui, ma belle?" My mediocre high school French was being tested to its limits. The awful attempt I made at pronunciation led to a laugh and Yvonne turned away from me. I let out a quiet chuckle and rested my arm on my forearm. The bout was going to last just one more round and both of us were squirming with sexual energy. Making her orgasm on the mat would be quite the victory but her sexual prowess was also something I had to deal with.

"Competitors, return to your marks." I stood up and moved back to the starting spot. Yvonne did as well. "Begin!" came the call and we took off. Our fit bodies slammed into each other and we struggled to bring the other one down. She won the battle and I landed with my back to the mat. Yvonne then tried to press her advantage and pull my leg into a submission- I fought her off and bounced right back up. I then triumphantly threw her to the mat grabbed both her legs and pulled them apart.

I got on the ground and began tribbing her. Our wet sexes ground against each other. The French woman tried to crawl away but I pulled her in tighter and held her legs in such a way that escape was impossible. Her moans filled the room and I rubbed our sexes together even more intensely. The French woman was beginning to go crazy with lust as her leg began twitching. I had always been told that a steady pace was the key to good sex but I threw that out the window. Yvonne filled me with a craving that was hard to satiate. I wanted to see her cum, I wanted to hear her moan my name, I wanted to feel her body be racked with a powerful orgasm.

Her grunts and moans became more primal as I continued working her. A few moans escaped my lips and I could feel my leg begin to tense. The French girl was far closer to climax than I was as her core tensing attested to. Her chest rose and fell at a rapid pace and she rolled her head back to the mat. Our bodies intertwined more quickly still and streams of pleasure began crashing into me.

The reward for my raw sensuality was hearing Yvonne moan loudest of all and then watching her body be dominated by a strong shiver inducing orgasm. She tapped the mat and I slid off of her. I stood over her like a jaguar over its prey, smiling down on the woman I had conquered. Yvonne didn't even try to get up- I had turned her legs to jelly and a few sharp spasms had her in the throes of the orgasm still. I offered my hand to help her up which she gladly accepted. As she walked back to the starting spot, her gait was wobbly and uneven. She wanted to continue, but there was no mistaking the defeated look in her eye. I had all but won.




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 08



I returned to the starting spot and Yvonne began to get back into the match. "Begin!" came from the sidelines. She was sluggish and I was quick. I wrapped my arms around her and her response was minimal. I could have thrown her all over the mat and twisted her into submission after submission but it seemed cruel. So we just pawed each other and waited for the match to end.

"Time!" The shout from the sideline made us back off each other. One of the judges strode over and raised my hand in victory. The meager audience applauded me.

It was time for me to enjoy my prize. "I heard French girls were good with their tongues..."

Yvonne offered a faint smile before I descended upon her and wrapped my arms around her hips. I kissed her lips with abandon. My tongue slipped into her mouth and I closed my eyes. I was lost in the moment- I had triumphed and now I was with the hottest little French girl I had ever laid my eyes upon. Yvonne reciprocated the passion and her hands ran down my back. I moved my head back and shoved her to the ground.

I looked down on the body that would be mine for the next ten minutes. Yvonne smiled and rubbed her legs together flirtatiously. That gave me a good idea- if she got to cum, why shouldn't I? I moved to her head and sat on her face, with her tongue near my pussy and so I could catch an eyeful of her beautiful body. Yvonne moved her tongue up and flicked my clitoris. I shuddered and sank my claws into her chest. She took that as an impetus to begin tonguing me more voraciously. The girl had a gift and soon my toes were curling with pleasure. I leaned forward and my head slumped. All the breaths that came to me were short, stunted by the pleasure that Yvonne was giving me.

My core heaved, my legs shook and I clenched my teeth to stifle a moan. In the pale light of the room and with a small audience watching on, Yvonne made me feel like a goddess. Her tongue ruined me, lapping me and pleasuring me, and my body responded by shuddering mightily.

Finally, with one last casual flick of the tongue, I came. Hard. Sexual euphoria permeated every fiber of my being. My mouth hung open and my brain shut down. I squirted all over Yvonne's face and collapsed down next to her, breathing deeply. The French girl leaned over and caressed my face. "You liked that, no?"

I laughed. "We should do that more often..." 

Yvonne sat up. My squirt covered her face like a honey glaze. Everyone knew that I had just conquered her and I loved it. "Maybe next time I will be the one in charge..."

"Maybe. Maybe not." I smiled at her.

"Time!" 

Yvonne made me forget everything that wasn't her. I sighed. My fun time with her was over. She stood up and walked over to her locker room and disappeared into it. I stood up and turned to Angel. She gave me a thumbs up and I gave her one back and returned to the small locker room. I changed back into my t-shirt and jeans and I went to find Angel again. Everyone else had cleared out. 

"That was great." Angel hugged me.

"Thanks! It was fun. I would recommend having a French girl eat you out any day of the week."

Angel laughed. "It seemed like you had the time of your life."

I brushed a long strand of red hair from my face. "It was way better than it looked. But you have your match tomorrow and you need your sleep. Come on. Let's go home."

I was driving again. This time I was the one with no pressure on me. My cute black skirt hung off my hips and my white top clung to my skin. Angel was looking good in her jeans and blue blouse.

"So what are you going to do against her?" I looked over at her as I asked the question, then looked back at the road. 

"The same thing I did when I beat her. That slut likes to think she is a domme. Rebecca just loves to get girls on the ground."

I knew that all too well. "So what are you going to do about that?"

Angel flexed. "All our time in the gym is going to come through for me. I am stronger than her so when we're there I am just going to bully her."

I laughed. It was true, Angel was quite strong. Those thighs could probably crush a watermelon and could certainly crush Rebecca. The parking lot was nigh and I pulled into it. There were cars in almost every spot. The place was jumping. "Looks like you will have a few people watching on."

"So did you and you rocked it." 

I nodded. The Tigress teemed with life and girls flowed around the gym. Angel and I weaved in and out of the masses of girls and entered the back room. They had more chairs against the back wall now. I handed my ticket to the secretary girl and she waved both of us through.

I couldn't resist. I gave Angel's butt a light tap. "Good luck. You're going to do great."

Angel gave me a thumbs up and left for the locker room. Natalia was sitting on the far right seat and was the only one there. I sat near the middle and began goofing off with my phone. One by one, the seats started getting filled. Some girls I recognized from the gym, some I didn't.

Finally, Rebecca entered. She strode in like she was the cock of the walk. She wore leggings that showed off her legs and a tank top that barely held back her chest. The darkhaired girl spotted me and grinned. 

"I fucked you, and now I am going to fuck your friend. Do you think I could make her squeal?" Rebecca spat.

She disappeared into the locker room before I had a chance to retort. I just fumed for a bit. My cell phone went back into my pocket smoothly and I crossed my arms. I wanted Angel to just dismantle her. 

Both of the girls emerged from their respective locker rooms and I began the clapping. Angel looked heavenly in a sleek yellow bikini. Rebecca's bikini was green and looked great. I wanted to see Angel rip that bikini off so badly. 

"It has been a while since I fucked you." Angel began the taunting as the camerawoman went up to her. She did her spin and showed off her big booty.

Rebecca crossed her arms. "I want thirty minutes for the bonus round." The woman with the camera went up to her and she did her little rotation as well. 

"You got it, bitch." Angel's words dripped with hatred but on her face was a satisfied, almost placid smile. The Latina knew she was going to win and she wanted all the time in the bonus round that Rebecca would give her.

The pair moved to their starting spots and hunkered down into fighting stances. "3...2...1...Begin!" One of the judges announced. Angel took off like a prize horse and brought Rebecca down to the mat. In one elegant move, the Latina pulled the strings of Rebecca's top and contorted her arm into a painful submission. Rebecca tapped the mat to end the hold and stood up. Her massive breasts were now free from any sort of bonds and Rebecca was already red in the face. Angel was still smiling.

"Half an hour can be a very long time, Rebecca..." Angel taunted.

Rebecca just huffed and returned to her mark. Angel also went back to the starting position and with the call of the judge, both girls were off again. The Latina once again charged towards Rebecca but the ravenhaired girl was a little bit quicker on the uptake this time. Instead of going down, she withstood the charge. Both women desperately sought for grip and leverage, a battle which Rebecca won. The Latina went to the ground with a loud "Oof!" and Rebecca was right on top of her. They vied for control on the ground and Angel wrapped her powerful legs around Rebecca and rolled the duo over. While Angel was trying to secure a choke, Rebecca got her arm around her back and pulled Angel's bikini string. It was a pyrrhic victory for Rebecca, as she soon tapped out to the choke. 

The Latina got off of her. The smile had faded into an angry look. Both of them would be fighting topless from then on out. A few of the girls applauded at the choke and the half-nudity but I was on the edge of my seat. I just wanted to see Angel win and Rebecca get her comeuppance. Badly.

They were both on their starting marks like horses waiting for the starting bell. The call to begin came from the sidelines and they were off. It was Rebecca's turn to charge ahead and Angel was wise to it. A dart to the side was enough to get her out of the danger and she brought a knee up to Rebecca's gut. Angel wrapped her arm around Rebecca's neck and brought her down to the mat headfirst with a DDT. Rebecca cried out and Angel quickly piled on top of her. The gentlest pull was enough to get Rebecca's bottom off and a stronger pull got Rebecca's leg in a bind. 

"Just give up, slut..." Angel hissed.

Rebecca groaned. She was clearly in a lot of pain but pride was on the line. Well, pride and getting her brains fucked out. The ravenhaired girl lingered in the hold, far longer than most would have. Finally she swallowed her dignity and tapped. 

Angel stood up, triumphant once again. This seemed almost easy for her and it had to have been as the Latina beat Rebecca twice. It also meant that I would get to watch thirty minutes of her fucking Rebecca raw. The ravenhaired girl got up with a groan and tested her leg. It was still operational and both girls returned to their starting positions. 

"Begin!" 

Angel tore at Rebecca. The darkhaired girl steeled herself against it and flipped Angel to the mat. Angel yelped as Rebecca leaped on her back and pulled her into a surfboard hold. Her breasts were sticking out, embarrassingly. Once again, pride was on the line. Angel's back was under an absurd amount of pressure and pain. Rebecca pulled her back farther still, and Angel announced her submission right before the judge called time. 

The Latina stood up, put her hands on her hips and winked at me. Rebecca had just gotten a submission, sure, but for the most part Angel was cruising. All Rebecca had on her was her long dark hair and her matching pubic hair. Angel's delightful chest was there for everyone to see but she already had a few submissions to her name.

"Competitors, return to your marks!"

Angel and Rebecca both went back to their respective spots. The call to begin came and they began- both of them surged towards each other and struggled for dominance over the other. Rebecca managed to slide behind Angel and pull her up over her head. It was quite the suplex and the Latina cried out. The moaning in pain did her no good as Rebecca grabbed the strings of her bikini bottoms and pulled. Now all Angel had on her was her Brazilian wax.

Rebecca was not satisfied with that humiliation, no. She grabbed both of Angel's arms and pinned them to the mat, and I knew what was coming next. Sure enough. Rebecca began smothering my friend with her breasts just as she had smothered me. I saw Angel bucking and kicking and grasping for air as I had done and just like when I was under her chest. Just as my struggles were fruitless, hers ended up accomplishing little.

The darkhaired girl just grinned with manic glee, knowing the degradation she was causing. Finally, with one mighty push Angel got out from under her and managed to get her hands free. She pushed back on Rebecca but the woman was relentless. Rebecca placed her forearm against Angel's throat. The Latina squirmed and struggled once again. Every tap was an admission of weakness which was unacceptable before her rival. Every submission was a mark against her that might lead her to get fucked for half an hour straight. Angel closed her eyes and wrinkled her nose and ultimately tapped.

Rebecca stood up and straddled her. "Where are your taunts now?"

"Up your pussy where my strap-on is going to be in a bit." Angel mocked.

Rebecca turned around and went back to her starting mark. "Did you ask poor Rachel what my strap-on was like?"

I crossed my legs as I was feeling quite embarrassed. Rebecca had dominated me only a week ago and the mental wound was still fresh.

"Do you remember what my strap-on was like?" Angel asked.

They were both at their starting marks and the judge issued the call to begin. Angel rocketed towards Rebecca. The ravenhaired girl casually stepped aside and flung Angel down to the mat. Angel's crash landing looked incredibly painful and Rebecca aided insult to injury by hopping down on top of her and pulling her leg into a submission hold which gave Angel no options but to tap.

Tap she did and now Angel was in trouble. While she had dominated in the first round, she was getting her ass kicked now. From the look on her face, she knew it too. Angel pulled herself up with a huff after Rebecca got off her. That bitch looked like she just won the lottery.

"Kick her ass Angel!" I hollered. All the other girls in the audience just sort of stared at me but I didn't care at all. My friend just gave me a wistful smile and returned to her spot. The second they were both there, the cry to begin echoed around the room and Angel had been thrown down to the mat. Rebecca seized the opportunity. Moving quickly, she grabbed both of Angel's legs and put her knees to her shoulders. Angel's left ankle was then trapped between Rebecca's puissant thighs and her right ankle was restrained by Rebecca's arms. The move was called a spladle and it was as demeaning as it was painful.

And it was painful as hell. Rebecca had a free hand and impure thoughts in her head. With two fingers she entered Angel's unprotected pussy. Angel moaned and tried to wiggle free, but was completely helpless against her. Rebecca pumped her with a slow, excruciating pace. My knees became pressed together even as Angel writhed from the agony and the ecstasy. Rebecca began picking up the pace, slowly but surely, and the moans became more animalistic. Angel's orgasm was imminent- the Latina could do absolutely nothing to stop Rebecca.

"Time!" Rebecca sighed and let Angel down. The Latina woman's chest rose and fell as she tried to recuperate. The darkhaired girl put her hands on her hips and paced around the room. She eyed me, the other girls on the back wall, the judges. Her hips moved gracefully from side to side as she made a wide circle around Angel. The Latina woman stood up, finally feeling brave enough to try and last another round. Angel could still come back and I truly believed in her.

"I'm going to make you cum in the last round." Angel purred. It was nice to see that she was still brimming with confidence. 

Rebecca just threw her head back and laughed. The laugh was mean and filled with derision and the two ladies moved back to their marks. "Begin!" was shouted from the sidelines. Rebecca charged at Angel and tossed her to the mat. The ravenhaired girl grabbed both of Angel's legs and pulled them apart. I knew what was coming next- sure enough, Rebecca pulled Angel so their sexes were touching and began to trib her mercilessly. The Latina began to moan and groan but kept fighting. With a strong pull from her hips and a mad crawl away from her, she managed to throw Rebecca off of her. 

Rebecca sidled in behind Angel before she could do anything about it. The two girls were standing as Rebecca snaked her arm across Angel's neck. Her other arm reached down to Angel's sex. My heart sank. There was little Angel could do against the two-pronged attack. I could see Angel's legs twitch as her face became misshapen with pleasure and fear. The Latina's grunts came more quickly and more quickly. Her stomach began heaving and her eyes were closed as she tried to wrest control of her body away from Rebecca. Her sex was being subjected to all sorts of pleasures by Rebecca's fingers while her airflow was impeded by a perfectly executed sleeper hold. Many of my fellow crowd members began whistling and clapping, excited about the outpouring of lust.

It all came to a head as Angel screamed. She came harder than I thought possible. All her muscles convulsed violently and then relaxed. The orgasm and the sleeper hold had gotten to her. Rebecca let her go and Angel's unconscious body fell to the mat. Rebecca circled around Angel, flexing her arms and gloating.

I clenched my teeth. There was no way Angel could win now and Rebecca knew it. Rebecca bent down and rolled the girl over. Angel's brown eyes were closed and her mouth hung open. The darkhaired girl popped a squat over Angel and what came next was the most humiliating, degrading thing I had ever seen one girl do to another in a wrestling match. Rebecca pissed all over Angel's face. The darkhaired girl's smug smile made it even worse. I couldn't look anymore and turned my head. A cold shiver ran down my spine. My friend had been thoroughly humiliated and dominated on the mat and it was by the hand of that nasty bitch, Rebecca.

My friend who had practiced with me, worked out with me, been my buddy was getting pissed on like Rebecca was marking her territory. Even if I couldn't see it, I could hear her finishing up and Angel beginning to rouse. I wanted to run out and cry for my friend but I felt like that would be abandoning her. I turned around to see Rebecca just toying with Angel- she was now sitting on her and twisting Angel's breasts this way and that as Angel groaned in pain.

The judges brought an end to the match. One of them walked over and held Rebecca's hand high in the air. I buried my face in my hand. This was going to be bad. Rebecca took off to her locker room and returned with the same strap-on she had hoisted me on. The darkhaired girl pulled Angel to her knees.

"Suck it, whore." Angel's lips wrapped around the toy which would serve as lubrication for horrid and humiliating acts to come. Rebecca slapped her across the face. "Look at me. Look at the conqueror of your body." I sighed; the brown eyes that had comforted me, galvanized me, tugged on my heart strings were now being forced to look into Rebecca's face. The darkhaired girl thrust into her mouth. Each time Angel gagged on the toy Rebecca would just laugh and slap her then shove the toy deeper in her throat. Angel's saliva fell down to her chest as she was brutalized. Eventually, Rebecca decided she had enough of it.

"Get on all fours like the slut you are." Angel complied with the harsh order and Rebecca sat on the small of her back. "Crawl over there. I want to fuck you in front of your slutty friend." Angel bowed her head and made her way towards me with Rebecca looking like a princess on top of her. The ravenhaired girl got off of and gave Angel's booty a few smacks before entering her vagina. 

Angel was once again reduced to a groaning mewling mess after a few thrusts. Rebecca's hips moved slowly; she obviously wanted to draw it out. Rebecca looked dead at me as she plowed Angel. She knew she was dominant. As much as I tried to look away, I couldn't; her green eyes flashed with evil and her breasts bounced up and down. Rebecca was an enrapturing figure and I was under her spell. Angel's breaths were getting shorter and the moans that she let out sounded downright pathetic. 

"Look at your friend, bitch." Rebecca grabbed a handful of Angel's hair and yanked and the Latina faced me. She didn't look at me. Her eyes were rolling around too much when they weren't closed. Her mouth hung open stupidly and drool ran down her chin. I could see her muscles tensing again and I knew another debilitating orgasm was near. 

I bit my lip and turned away from the spectacle as I could no longer watch. Angel came again, twice as loudly as the first time. I turned back to find Angel slumped down at my feet and Rebecca still looking indomitable. As much as I hated the feeling, I was wet. Angel's twitching mind-slowing orgasm reminded me of the sexual control Rebecca had over me and I bit down to try and fight the feeling off.

Rebecca saw my discomfort and smiled. Angel didn't see much except for the white expanse of the floor and her breathing was slow and drawn out. The darkhaired girl knelt down with one knee sticking out and bent Angel over it. She slapped Angel's ass and the sound reverberated around the room.




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 08



"Tell me you're going to make me cum in the last round." Rebecca commanded.

"I am going to make you cum in the last round..." Angel said meekly.

Rebecca smacked her again. "Who does this body belong to?"

Angel groaned. 

Rebecca slapped her ass again, harder this time. "I said, who does this body belong to?"

"Y-you..." Angel muttered.

Another smack. "Louder."

"My body belongs to you, Rebecca..." Angel sputtered.

Rebecca began rubbing Angel's ass. I felt humiliated for her. "You're right, slut. Your body is all mine. I asked for thirty minutes and you agreed like the dumb bitch you are. And now your big ass, your tits, your heart, everything belongs to me."

The darkhaired girl pushed Angel off of her and spread her legs wide. She began fucking her missionary and Angel's moans started up again. Angel yelped as Rebecca sank her fingernails into Angel's breasts. The two girls were a writhing and squirming pile of sexuality and Rebecca was clearly on top. Her steady pace had been thrown out the window and all it was now was fucking, raw and powerful. 

Rebecca kept the torrential pace up for a few minutes as Angel's moans became increasingly louder. Just when they reached a fever pitch Rebecca withdrew her toy and began titty-fucking Angel relentlessly. Angel would never admit it, not to Rebecca, how badly she wanted release but there she was, getting titty fucked like some back alley porn star. The Latina groaned from the hurt and the humiliation and Rebecca just kept on plowing her tits. 

The darkhaired girl got tired of that particular humiliation and went back to thrusting in to Angel's wet pussy. Rebecca wrapped both of her hands around Angel's throat and with a few deep powerful thrusts, Angel reached climax again. Her body barely withstood it this time- all her body parts turned to mush and her voice box was strained to the max.

Rebecca exited Angel's body and crawled over to her face. She dangled the strap-on above her and it hung over her like some perverse Sword of Damocles. Angel's own juices dripped onto her face and I cringed. The sexual euphoria had twisted her brain too much, it looked like, and she didn't even make a disgusted face in reaction. 

Rebecca's cruelty was only to continue. "See, I am an alpha." She looked at the camera, at the crowd, and back to the camera. "And alphas mark they own." Rebecca squatted over Angel again and began to piss on her, again. "I know I already own this dumb bitch, but I just want to make sure it takes." Angel rolled her face around as Rebecca's urine ran over her. I had never seen anything like this and there was no way Angel would ever live it down.

The darkhaired girl stopped and she stood up. She flipped Angel over so now she was faced down in the piss. "Lick it all up, slut." Angel's tongue roved all over the mat as Rebecca moved behind her. She pulled Angel's hips up and inserted her strap-on into Angel's ass.

Angel shrieked as the toy was inserted into her butt. Rebecca forced her face back down into the piss as she began fucking her ass. I clenched the sides of my seat. This was the most humiliating, demeaning thing I had seen since I watched one of Samantha's matches. Rebecca continued to thrust and jerk Angel around until the time was up, which was mercifully short. 

Rebecca stood up and put her foot on Angel's ass, triumphantly. She then strode off, back to her locker room. Angel tried to pull herself up. Her makeup was smeared with urine and her own juices. Angel's legs were useless after so many orgasms and she collapsed back down to the earth. Angel tried to slide over on her belly. When Rebecca appeared in her jeans and red top, she scoffed at Angel before she disappeared out the door. Angel made it to the locker room and was in there for a while. Finally she emerged, walking on knobbly legs and looked at me. The crowd had been filing out but I stayed. 

Neither of us said anything. I draped Angel's arm around my shoulder and helped her back to the car. Without a word from either of us, I drove us back to my apartment. I helped her into my bedroom and we laid down and cuddled together.



The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 09



I had been with Angel for a while. She was my friend and she got demolished. Her rival found it necessary to piss on her and fuck her in the ass which humiliated the proud Angel to her roots. We had both been working our tails off all week as a result of that. It was only us on the platform and we were doing the mother of all exercises.

The deadlift. It wasn't the most impressive looking thing to do in the gym but it did wonders for our backsides. Plus, when we were out on town, we could make the douchebags who hit on us feel bad about themselves. Angel had a little bit more weight than I did but we both got it up nonetheless. I loved throwing the weight down and hearing the crash. It made me feel stronger. 

Off to my left I could sense Angel looking at me. She had been possessed with a certain melancholy during the workout, but the tiniest crack of a smile put a spark in her otherwise glum face. I was not smiling as I saw Samantha coming towards us. Her sleek black hair shone under the lights and her face was serious. She strode up to us on the platform.

"Rachel. Angel. Your most recent matches got quite a lot of views." What was praise for me was a harsh insult for Angel. It felt good to win, of course, but I didn't want to be beaming like an idiot as my friend had some very painful memories brought up. Samantha's mouth flashed a tight fescinnine smile as she continued on. "Angel, I have decided to give you the week off. To lick your wounds, so to speak. Rachel, since you were competent with one of our new girls, I thought it good idea to fight the other. You will be contending with Natalia on Saturday at 8:30 in the evening. That will be all."

Both of us opened our mouths to say something but Samantha had already turned and walked away before we could react. The Latina shook her head and huffed.

"Maybe it isn't so bad that you don't have a match. I mean, it could mean you are a lock for the tournament. You still have one of the best records here and everyone loves you. You'll be in, I am sure." I offered.

Angel rolled her head back and sighed. "Ugh. I guess. It is just... I don't know. When I have a match it feels like I can focus all of my energy on that. But I just feel like I am forced to, just, dwell on it." 

I didn't know what to say. Sure, I had lost, but I had never been pissed on, I had never been fucked in the ass, I had never even seen someone get so humiliated while the match was still on. "Well, just, I dunno. We can practice together on Friday?" She was my friend. From the bottom of my heart, I wanted her to feel better. I just didn't know how.

Angel looked at me. Her dark eyes were filled with disquiet and longing. Maybe she appreciated my awkward attempts to cheer her up and the slightest smile broke across her face. "Ok. Yeah. Friday. That sounds fun."

I wrapped my arms around her in a loving hug. My eyes were closed as she wrapped her arms around me as well. It was bliss. The nice moment was interrupted by a euphonic French accent. "Hello?"

I opened my eyes to find Yvonne standing there. Her tank top was gray and her tights were a dark blue. The girl had makeup on. "Uhh, hey." I muttered.

"I am sorry, but I overheard you." The French girl must have wandered over while we were hugging it out. "But is there any chance I can practice with you two? I have only been in the US for so long and I do not have anyone to practice with."

Angel stopped the tender hug. She looked at Yvonne, then back to me. "On Friday?" I began. "Uhhh."

The Latina turned to Yvonne. "Sure thing, sweetie. Were you thinking two-on-one?"

Yvonne's nose was high in the air when she talked. Her pride was evident and I admired that. "Not quite. We have this style of fighting, in France. We call it, euh, ménage a trois."

"Sounds interesting," I interjected.

"It is, oui, it really is. All three girls fight for themselves. It is so women know how to fight from every angle, yes? It is all quite a bit of fun and sweat and usually the two losers go home with the winner." Yvonne explained.

"Sounds more interesting." I quipped.

"Yes, yes, from what I have seen of you, you will enjoy it very much." Her wink was almost as saucy as her smile. 

"I think I might enjoy it a lot as well." Angel had been listening intently the whole time and she was happy to chime in. 

"Well, I have a match on Saturday. So we could do Friday, no?" Yvonne looked adorable when she tilted her head to the side.

"Oui. Or yeah. Or whatever. What is your number?" I asked. I got Yvonne's digits. The proud French girl walked away to continue her workout, and Angel and I continued ours. 

Angel's car rolled to a stop outside of my apartment. Night had fallen and I was feeling like a kid on Christmas Eve. Not only would I get some good practice in, but I might also be able to fuck both Angel and Yvonne. I imagined them, both on their knees, begging to lick my pussy. I imagined looking into their eyes and having both of them know that I was stronger and better. In a rush, I nearly left my gym bag there. It wasn't even really necessary but everyone has their rituals. I was wearing a tight pair of short shorts, sneakers and a bright green tank top. I threw my bag into the backseat and climbed in.

"Uhh, nice car." I said stupidly. It looked like Angel had been putting all of her Tigress money towards it. It had leather seats and the engine purred like a kitten. The Latina was wearing a black t-shirt and long gray tights.

"Thanks. You ready?" Angel queried.

"Sure am."

Angel pulled out of the parking lot and we were making our way to our favorite gym. "Have you ever really thought about what we do there?"

All of my naughty thoughts came to abrupt halt. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"So we wrestle. And then the winner fucks the loser. Most of the time anyways. Is what we are doing just pornography?" Angel's voice was tinged with a hint of something. I wasn't entirely sure what it was.

"No, I don't think it is. I think some people really appreciate the wrestling parts. They have their favorite girls, and they genuinely want to see them win."

Angel shook her head. "You honestly think so? You think all the perverts who watch us struggle aren't just assholes that want to watch girls fuck?"

I contemplated her words. They made some sense, but... "There are girls fucking all over the internet. Trust me, I have looked." Angel chuckled. "Of course there are some perverts." I continued. "But I truly think people do like seeing us vie for dominance over each other. The bonus round is just a more overt way to show that, I think."

Angel paused for a second. "But it just seems so...out there." She looked over at me.

"I think putting yourself out there is half the fun. I have worked hard on myself, to be where I am today. I want to test myself, to throw myself at girls to try and see if I am stronger." I was talking to Angel but my eyes were focused down the road. 

"But what if..." Angel began. So that's what it was. 'What if you aren't stronger.' Angel had been devastated in her most recent bout with a rival and she was questioning herself. 

"What if you can come back, stronger than ever. You have beaten her before and you will beat her again." I offered.

Angel sighed. "But that was...bad."

"Listen, week in and week out we all put our bodies on the line. If you want the pleasure of taking a woman as your own, you understand that she will also try to fuck you. And you are good, Angel, damn good. Don't let this one loss discourage you. You are one of the most powerful, most dominant girls we have here, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise." 

It looked like a few of my words stuck. My friend didn't look so miserable at least.

"Listen, you rock girls week in and week out. You're really going to let one bad match ruin you forever?" Our eyes met. 

"No. Ok. Fine. You have convinced me to kick your ass and then fuck you and Yvonne both." Angel's eyes lit up and she turned back to the road.

"Oh, honey, no one said a damn thing about that. Yvonne has already gotten a taste of me and I think you might like one too..." No sense in being subtle anymore.

"Lot of smack talk for someone who is 0 for 2..." She hung those words out and I clenched my teeth. She was right and while she had not quite rolled over me, she had more wins than losses when we fought.

"Well I want it more. I want to see your bright red ass bouncing as I fuck you doggy style." 

"Quite the little mouth on you..." What Angel didn't say was more important than what she said. Quite the mouth that licked my pussy last time, she almost said. Quite the mouth that sucked from my breast, she almost said. I squirmed in my seat. It was so very difficult to keep my eyes on the road as I thought of Angel.

"Fuck you." It was all I could muster. Angel laughed at my awful comeback and I was fuming. We rolled up into the parking lot. The Tigress was pretty crowded, at least from the look of the parking lot. I grabbed a spot near the end of the lot and we took off for the confines of the gym. Upon entering the gym I found it to be more packed than even the parking lot looked. Tons of girls chatted, flowed in and out of all the rooms, clanked weights or looked nervous. Angel and I shimmied and dodged and juked our way to the practice room, where we found Yvonne waiting there for us. 

The French girl seemed pleased to see us arrive. "Oh, there were so many girls trying to get in. But I have fought them all off." She was ready for combat as were we. Yvonne was looking good in white shorts and an orange tank. Her shoes were neatly placed against the wall. Even in her gym clothes she had an effortless chic to her. 

"Do you think you can fight us off?" I said as I chucked my gym bag into the corner. Angel did the same. I slipped out of my shoes and shocks. The mat felt good against my feet. Angel similarly too her shoes off.

"Of course, ma chérie. You were just a bit lucky last time, no?" Yvonne posed the question with a flash of something in her eyes. I couldn't put my finger on what it was. Lust, for sure, but perhaps something a little deeper. Something proud and fierce dwelled within her. I wanted to find out what it was and fuck it.

"If you think she is good you haven't seen anything yet." Angel threw out the taunt as she took her shoes off. Red toenail polish. Of course she had red toenail polish.

"Hmm, yes. So same rules as always, mostly. No...what is it called in US? Funny business? To win you must make the other two girls submit at the same time. Seems simple, no? But just making one girl tap does nothing. We used it as a way to go back. And the losers go home with the winner." Every syllable of hers bounced and rolled along in her lively French accent. Her pretty mouth was the only thing distracting me from the rest of her.

"Seems good to me." I let the ball roll over into Angel's court.

"Yeah, let's do it." She affirmed.

"Good." Yvonne nodded. "I guess I will count down."

"Wait wait wait. We just got here. You're not going to give us a chance to loosen up?" I interjected.

Yvonne chuckled. "Of course. Sorry. I was just a little excited."

Angel patted Yvonne's arm. "It is quite alright." We all went through our stretches. I didn't know which body I wanted to look at more: Yvonne's tight curves, or Angel's almost zaftig delight. Both of those bodies could very well end up in my bed tonight and I was more than excited for that prospect. My body cried out for the swift violence of wrestling. I was ready. All of us were.

"So..." Yvonne started.

"Three!" Angel began.

"Two..." My turn.

"One!" Yvonne sounded excited.

"Go!" We all cried at once. Our bodies collided in the middle of the triangle. Fighting one woman was hard enough. Every lady for herself in a three way wasn't anything like I had ever experienced before. There were two pairs of hands that were no struggling to bring me low. Neither Angel nor I could get a strong enough grasp to do anything. Yvonne, who had far more experience in these sorts of affairs, swept me off my feet before pushing Angel to the ground. She tried to pull our legs up and get the two of us into some sort of hold but we proved to be too strong for her. 

Angel didn't waste her time on the ground and rolled on top of me. Her face was wrought with intensity as she tried to choke me or submit me. That ferocity turned into surprise as Yvonne dragged her off me. The French girl supplanted Angel as the woman trying to choke the daylights out of me. Even though I couldn't see it, the yelp suggested to me that Yvonne was trying to bind Angel with her legs. Angel's more concerned cries indicated that she was on the precipice- it was up to me to save us. I fought her off as best I could, eventually pulling her to the side.

Now I was the free one and the impetus was on me to act. I leapt towards Yvonne's feet, where Angel was trying to comport herself to get back in the fight. I pulled Yvonne into a toehold and snaked an arm around Angel's throat for a headlock. Then I endured what felt like an earthquake. The French girl pulled me one way and Angel pulled me the other, and for a second I thought I was going to be pulled in half. 

Luckily, I remained whole. Unluckily, both girls escaped my grasp and stood up. Now I was in the middle and both girls charged at me. I was incapable of defending myself from both girls, and found I could not defend myself from either. Yvonne threw me to the ground, then Angel hip tossed the French girl to the mat. Angel tried to pull Yvonne into an arm bar and I took the opportunity to pull them apart. I almost got a shin on Angel's throat as I grasped for Yvonne, but was quickly shoved off and left face down and totally exposed. 

Yvonne got me in a kimura and Angel got me in a single leg Boston crab. The pain was unbearable- both my arm and my leg felt like they had hot knives pressed into them. I furiously tapped the mat. Both of my opponents realized their mistake and let me go. Just getting me to tap didn't accomplish anything besides putting me in a lot of pain. I rolled over to be face up, and both girls relented. Angel offered me a hand up which I gladly took.

"So how long have you been wrestling here?" Yvonne pulled herself to her knees and then all the way up.

I took a deep breath. "Oh, not long."

"For quite a while. I think I am one of the most experienced girls here, actually." Angel pulled her long dark hair out of her face.

"Oh yes. I have actually seen a few of your matches. They were all quite good." Yvonne's tone was a little bit more than friendly.

"Oh yeah?" Angel's face registered her surprise. "I wish I could say the same for you."

"Yeah," I butted in, "Is this sort of wrestling really popular in France?"

"No. Well, kind of." Yvonne looked a bit pensive. "I think that this is one of the biggest ones in the world." 

I gasped a little bit. The city we lived in couldn't have had more than a couple hundred thousand people. And we were the biggest in the world? It looked like our fair city certainly did attract all types. 

"But yes," she continued. "I managed to get a few weeks off of work to come here and try and fuck American girls." Yvonne giggled a bit and I couldn't resist smiling too.

"What is it that you do?" I asked, trying to buy some more time to soothe my aching arm and leg.

"Oh, I work for an modeling agency. What do you do?" Her brown eyes were so lively.

"I'm a nurse. But I cut a lot of my hours after I got this gig because this is way more fun." Both Angel and Yvonne laughed. 

"And I work in a little corner bakery. But more importantly, I am about to kick both of your asses. Come on, quite stalling." Angel gave a wave that summoned us to begin, and begin we did. The Latina charged at Yvonne and bullrushed her to the mat. I leapt on the writhing, struggling pile and secured a headlock on both of them. I cranked up, thinking I had them for the evening. Both Yvonne and Angel were struggling mightily.

Then they took one look at each other, and both elbowed me in the stomach at the same time. I felt like I had been hit in the gut with a sledgehammer and was completely winded. I fell backwards, and Yvonne took the opportunity to grab Angel and sling her over next to me. The French girl grabbed both of our legs and twisted us into a submission I had never seen before. 

It was a submission I had never felt before either and dear god did it hurt. Angel was clearly in a lot of pain as well and she cried out. I bit my lip and tried to kick out of the hold, but Yvonne held tight. The Latina's powerful legs earned us a bit more leeway, and we both used it to gain some distance between us and her. 

Yvonne's experience threatened to overwhelm us. I had beaten her one on one, but here she had the advantage. And the look in her eye was hungry, to say the least. Her attack was as relentless as it was effective. We were both on the ground, face down. The French girl sat between us and yanked us into a dual single legged Boston crab. My wind had not come back since the elbows slammed into my tummy making the struggle that much more difficult.

The bread and butter of any submission match had a cruel twist here. Angel was in anguish and began tapping the mat. It was my turn to save us. With a quick kick of my leg and a mighty twist, I got out from under Yvonne's grasp. The look on her face went from one a little kid on Christmas Eve might have to one of pure frustration. She was so close to getting us for the night but I slipped away. Angel wormed her way to freedom. I purchased some space with a quick roll and Angel backed off a bit as well. We stood in a triangle with five feet between each other.

"Break?" Yvonne offered.

"Break." I huffed. The twin elbows to the gut made the experience hellacious. I was out of breath the whole time and was gulping down air like it was going out of style. Angel looked like she was faring a little better. At least her hands weren't on her knees.

"You have really never done this?" Yvonne posed the question.

I shook my head in response and Angel was able to summon up words. 

"No. Always one on one. Never really had the urge to mix it up with a spare girl." Although she looked fine her voice betrayed a hint of exhaustion.

"Oh, I assure you the other girl is not a spare. The other girl makes the experience so much more, what is the word? Thrilling." The girl knew how to flirt. Her voice sounded like she was just about to fuck someone and her subtle body movements made her seem like she would carry through with that offer.

"Did you fight all over Europe?" I asked in a series of grunts, trying to prolong the break as long as I could. 

"Oh yes. I am not quite the best but people really like me. There is a German woman who is considered unstoppable, yes? I have fought the other new girl Natalia as well."

My ears perked up. "Did you beat her?"

"Natalia? Oh no. She is very strong and after she can be very, euh, brutal." She shuddered. I gulped. Yvonne was good and to hear that the Russian girl beat her wasn't quite ideal. But whatever. I had to have faith in myself and it wasn't misplaced as I was getting tougher by the day.

"Enough dicking around. Let's go." Angel clapped her hands. "Go!" she said, and we were off. I raced towards Yvonne and threw her to the mat and was in turn thrown by Angel. Yvonne seized me as I fell to the white expanse and Angel became wary of tumbling down after me. The French girl had a choke on me and I thrashed against it.

"Don't you want to join your friend?" She taunted. Angel wanted to be way, or at least it looked that way. But the challenge to her pride proved to be a little bit too much. Angel flew at Yvonne, only to be trapped in a submission hold.

"You are ready to be my sluts, no?" Both of us tried to twist and thrash and struggle our way out of it, but couldn't break free.




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 09



"Just tap and be my bitches...." The taunting continued. I heard Angel furiously tap the mat and grimaced and began tapping as well.

"C'est bon!" Yvonne let us both go and I rubbed my throat as Angel tried to soothe her aching arm. The French girl was beaming like she had just one the lottery and to her having us for the evening might have been. I sighed and laid on the mat while Angel groaned and stood up. The French girl bounced up and looked at me, then Angel. "So...shall we?"

I hauled myself up. "Yeah. I think I owe you one." My wry smile elicited a wide smile out of her. 

"Yeah, where do you live? I can drive us there." Angel added. I was putting on a show of being angry as I walked over to collect my bag. In truth, the prospect of getting fucked by a hot French woman seemed uniquely appealing; I had seen a fair share of French girls on the internet and was excited to get a taste. And I had already been with her in a sense and she was certainly very skilled. 

Angel grabbed her things as well and off we went. We navigated through the slightly less packed Tigress and out into the parking lot. Yvonne's eyes lit up a bit when she saw Angel's new car and we all piled in. I was in the passenger seat and Yvonne sat in the back. 

Apparently Yvonne lived fairly close to me, walking distance even. Angel and Yvonne talked a little bit about their pasts and how they liked to wrestle. I wish I could say that I was paying any attention but I wasn't. My mind was very solidly in the gutter, thinking about Yvonne's toned and sexy body. I crossed my legs, uncrossed them, and crossed them again. I bit my lip, trying to stave off my more impure thoughts in vain. What would she do to me, to us? I wasn't as nasty as I could have been after our match and I was curious if that earned me some clemency.

But part of me wanted no mercy. The girl was good with her tongue so she must have been fantastic with other things. I drop of sweat rolled down my forehead and I cracked the window. Tonight was going to be interesting. Angel and Yvonne jabbered on as we cruised down the streets but my mind was far away and my body was getting there. I fiddled nervously. 

Finally we pulled up to Yvonne's apartment. I wanted to get up there immediately and I felt like Yvonne and Angel were dragging their feet. It was just something about Yvonne and the way she moved and walked and talked that brought out the submissive side of me. The French girl opened the door to her modest, yet nice apartment and closed the door behind us. 

"Take your clothes off. I will call you in." Yvonne held up a finger as if to stay us before she disappeared into her bedroom. Angel shot me a smile and began disrobing and I followed suit. The Latina looked flat-out amazing naked as always, and my body was looking good as well.

"I wonder what toys she has..." I began, looking at Angel. 

Angel laughed. "Are you already that excited?" She said, pointing to my crotch. I looked down. Angel was right to point it out- I was visibly wet and we hadn't even started yet. The sound of a door opening punctuated our little talk.

"Come in." Yvonne's voice was like a little flute. I walked towards her room with a sense of trepidation and excitement. As I turned the corner I saw her lounging on her bed in a silk robe, with a glass of red wine in her hand. She marveled us, her prize, for a second before tilting her head back just a bit and smiling. "Embarrass yourselves."

I was a tad confused. "What?" Angel asked. 

Yvonne sighed. "Whoever humiliates themselves the most in front of me will have the easiest time tonight." She took a long sip of red wine. "Begin."

Angel jumped to the task. She immediately got on her knees and started masturbating. I stood in shock for a second before trying to bring myself low before Yvonne. I turned around and bent over, showing her what goods would be hers before shaking my ass. I turned around again and licked my lips as I rubbed myself all over. Angel began moaning loudly and all Yvonne did was take another drink of her wine. 

I wanted to win and I knew I had to kick it up a notch. I lay on the floor, spread my legs, licked my fingers and inserted them into my wet vagina. I mewled and groaned as I began to work myself all for the pleasure of Yvonne. Angel, fortunately or unfortunately, also ratcheted up the humiliation. She grabbed one of her breasts and pushed it up to her mouth and began sucking on her own nipple. 

Yvonne waved her hand. "I have seen enough. Rachel, you did not embarrass yourself enough. You will be the bitch this evening." My heart beat faster. What would that mean? In what ways could she humiliate me? Yvonne stood up and walked over to me. I stopped my masturbating as I was almost in awe of the stunning French woman. She threw her robe open with a flourish and pointed to her crotch. "Lick." She commanded.

I did as I was told. A wave of submissiveness crashed over me. At that moment, all that mattered was pleasing Yvonne. I lapped her sex, only seeking her pleasure. Her hand rested on top of my head as I used my tongue to please her in any way possible. She pulled my head back after a bit and retreated to the bed. The French girl beckoned Angel with a finger and drew her to her breast and the Latina began dutifully sucking.. Similarly I was summoned and I once again began eagerly licking her pussy again.

Her pleasure was evident. The moans that filled the room were raunchy and loud and her thigh began quaking next to my ear. I spelled her name with my tongue and tried to show my incredible lust for her with my tongue. Her body had reached a fever pitch. Angel and I were overwhelming her senses and she rocked and groaned and shook.

Then I was rewarded with a loud and quivering orgasm. Yvonne nearly shook the bed apart and breathed deeply. I moved my head away from her sex, my face dripping with her honey. The Latina moved away too. Yvonne's chest heaved up and down and the girl was clearly racked with orgasm. She looked at Angel, then to me, then back to Angel. "I would like both of you to be on all fours." She said as she pointed to the end of the bed.

Both of us complied. We both were doggy style, our asses arrayed for the cruel French woman. Angel yelped as she was sent a hard spank. I heard what sounded like a drawer open and tried to turn around to see what it was. Yvonne grabbed the top of my head and forced my eyes forward. Whatever was coming, I wasn't allowed to know. They mystery threatened to overwhelm me, if it was a mystery at all.

After a second, Yvonne made it clear what she intended to do. She grabbed Angel's ample hips and began thrusting her strap-on into her. Angel screamed and moaned alternatively as she was worked by the sensual French girl. Yvonne made me feel the rhythm as she turned my ass as red as my hair with a few painful and humiliating spanks. Then it was my turn to be fucked- Yvonne withdrew from Angel and plunged her toy into me. My body was overcome with pleasure as her strap-on reached far inside me. Angel cried out as she was spanked too but I didn't hear it. All of my senses were tuned to Yvonne and her toy. Her rhythm was sensual and the woman was beyond talented in the arts of love- before I even knew it my stomach was seizing, my legs was shaking, and soon I would be reduced to putty.

Then Yvonne cruelly withdrew and went back to plowing Angel. She began fucking her mercilessly and the grunts and the screams provided a steady din. A hand entered my pussy and continued to pump me. The tension racking my body became too much for me and I came. Angel had reached her breaking point too and loudly announced her orgasm by a loud scream that penetrated my ears. Both of us flopped down and turned back to Yvonne who looked flawless in her silk robe. 

She smiled and stroked our legs, proud of her accomplishment. "You two liked that, no?" Neither of us were in any condition to form proper sentences and groaned out replies. Yvonne giggled. "I am not done with you yet." Yvonne seized me and pulled me to the bedroom floor. I was forced to my knees, with her strap-on dangling a few inches from my face. The smell of our sexes, of her raw dominating sensuality rocked me. I looked up into her brown eyes and she gave a nod.

I took the toy into my mouth and began sucking. The French girl took no real pleasure in my sucking and licking and debasing myself, other than knowing that she had completely taken my dignity. Long spindles of spit fell onto my tender breast and in that moment I knew her domineering sexuality was the only thing that mattered. My body my pride, my feelings were hers to toy with. The taste of our sexes filled me with nothing but utter degradation- I was tasting not only my own juices but that of my friend's.

I began sucking and licking more intensely as I had fully succumbed to Yvonne's body and will. The French girl seemed satisfied at my debasement and pulled my head off of it. She guided me to the bed again and laid me spread eagle. 

She got the ropes from her bedstand and tied me up in a few swift motions. Without speaking, she placed Angel so she was sitting on my face. My submissive side once again showed and I began to eagerly lick her clitoris. Then the real fun began- Yvonne went back to rocking me with her strap-on. I struggled against my bonds in vain as Yvonne reached parts of me that I had never felt. I was a sweating submissive pool of sex and humiliation and I licked Angel's lips with a new found intensity.

My legs began quaking mightily as I tried to hold on to any last bits of dignity I had. It was a futile effort and I came and squirted everywhere. Just a second after I did, Angel came again, just as loudly as the first time. Angel got off me and my mouth lolled open. I desperately fought off the sleep my body so desperately yearned for but could not and began passing out. The sounds of Yvonne fucking Angel again more than provided the white noise that helped rest.



The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 10



When I woke up I was still in Yvonne's apartment. The bonds that had strapped me to the bed were off me and Angel lay wrapped up around Yvonne next to me. I groaned as I felt the weakness in my legs- I had a match today and I knew it was going to be difficult. Natalia, that was her name. Some Russian girl that was good enough to wrestle internationally. I rested my head back down on the mat and looked over at my friends. They looked positively adorable wrapped up together. Part of me wanted to take a picture. 

But most of me wanted to get ready for the day ahead. When I hopped out of bed I nearly collapsed onto the floor but maintained a shaky footing all the way over to the kitchen. I threw the fridge door open to find a pretty full stock. Eggs seemed appropriate, and after a few minutes of rummaging I found the necessary oil, pan and gloves as well. My body was completely unclothed as I began frying my eggs. The smell must have woken up and attracted both of my playmates, as they made their way into the kitchen, both as naked as the day they were born. 

Angel walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my hips. She breathed in deeply- maybe she wanted to take in all of me, my smell, my feel, my heart. Her head rested on my shoulder. "You're making enough for everyone, right?" 

I giggled and playfully smacked her. "No, none for sluts like you." 

Angel kissed the nape of my neck. "Pretty please?" 

I caught myself grinning like an idiot. "Aw, alright. Just because you're hot." 

Yvonne peeked over into the pan and then looked at me skeptically. "You do know what you are doing yes?" 

I looked over at her. God, she was hot. "Kinda. To be honest I usually just sort of wing it." 

The French girl waved me off and I gladly accepted the offer to not cook. Angel and I both took our seats around the table. "But do you know what you are going to do against Natalia?" Yvonne looked back at me as she asked the question. 

My brows furrowed. "I really don't know what you mean." 

Yvonne put her hand on her hip and turned to me. "Natalia is one of the terrors of Europe. Have you ever seen her wrestle?" 

I shook my head. 

Yvonne sighed and pointed to the other room. "My laptop is leaning against my night stand. I have some videos of her on it if you would like to see them. It would be a good idea to look at them, yes?" 

I paused for a second. Natalia was a hottie, sure, but Yvonne made her sound like a brutal hottie. 

"What was fighting her like?" I posed the question with an unsure voice. 

Yvonne shook her head and her long chestnut hair bounced. "You just have to, euh, watch." 

I tread to the bedroom where we had had so much fun the night before, feeling very different at the moment. Natalia did seem sort of...off-putting. That was the word. But memory is a hazy thing. I found the laptop and returned to the kitchen. A few minutes of attempting to navigate a computer in French somehow yielded the videos, and Angel and I were enraptured by them. 

Yvonne put plates with eggs on them in front of us, but we were too taken in with the videos to pay them any real mind. The Russian girl seemed unstoppable. She was fast and ridiculously strong. Even worse, the girl just simply did not tap. We watched ten videos and Natalia had the sheer strength of will to simply power through all of the holds. I began eating my eggs with a sense of trepidation in my heart. No one had ever called me a submission specialist which would make this upcoming match that little bit more difficult. 

Another thing that would make my upcoming match more difficult was her little stunts in the bonus rounds. Terror. That was the right word for it. Her fuckings were hardcore and painful looking. In one match, she went up against a stocky and busty German girl, and made her look the way Samantha made me look. And then she face fucked her so hard that she cried, before ramming it in her pussy so hard that she screamed and moaned and began crying again. 

I couldn't eat my eggs any more. My heart was beating too fast and I lost my appetite. I looked over at Angel who appeared to be sympathetic. She put her hand on my bare leg and kept her silence. I gulped and looked at Yvonne. She shook her head again. 

Then I found the video where Yvonne contended with Natalia. Yvonne struggled mightily against the Russian girl but Natalia had a slight edge in strength and size. The fact that Yvonne had kept the match so close for so long appeared to make Natalia mad more than anything and she used the anger to close down on Yvonne harder and harder. Up until the final round, Yvonne had kept it very close and even appeared to be winning for some stretches but then Natalia simply took over. She tossed Yvonne all over the mat. 

Which led to a close but resounding victory for Natalia. When Natalia took her prize she took it completely. Her strap on this time was huge and studded, and the French girl looked at it nervously. She began with her face, as she always did, grabbing a fistful of that long brown hair and forcing Yvonne's mouth up and down her strap-on. The Russian girl took her time with the opening salvo and truly rubbed her complete domination in. 

What followed was another taste of domination but moreso, savagery. Natalia laid Yvonne down on the mat and put her legs behind her head. Then she wrapped her hands around the French girl's dainty neck and began fucking her mercilessly. Some girls at the Tigress like making their victims enjoy it and making them cum to their own defeat. Natalia was an entirely different matter- the moaning and groaning from the speakers was not something that sounded pleasured but instead very pained. 

The Russian girl then flipped Yvonne over on her front and began taking her from behind. Natalia pulled Yvonne's hair as she forced her toy deeper and deeper into Yvonne's derriere. The yelps of pain seemed like they were going down to my very soul and the deep shit I was in began feeling a little bit hard to get out of. With a flick, Yvonne closed the laptop. 

"I think that is enough of that..." Yvonne said. 

Angel and I just looked at her. I tried to give her a sympathetic look but she returned a blank face. 

The Latina looked over at me. "You can beat her." 

My head turned towards her. I appreciated the encouragement but it seemed unrealistic. She didn't look as good as Samantha, but, uh, holy shit. I arched my eyebrow. 

"I mean it." Angel smiled. "She is strong and big and not really afraid of anything. Did you see? If she thinks she has any advantage she will pursue it doggedly. If you start off strong, you might cow her a little bit, and I think you can win." 

I pondered Angel's words. What she was saying was true, I suppose... 

"But be careful. Losing should not be an option for you." Yvonne added. 

I sat back in my chair. "It was never an option." 

I spent the rest of the morning with Angel and Yvonne, flirting, lounging, goofing off and having fun. Or trying to, at least; my mind kept flicking back to Natalia, the Russian bear of a woman. I kept going over how I could beat her. Angel drove me home where I stewed and thought and worked on making myself physically and mentally ready. I drove to the Tigress a few minutes early as I was eager to take on Natalia. The people milling about didn't really bother me nor did they cross my mind as much as they crossed my path. I walked to the wrestling room to find it completely empty and made my way to the small locker room where my bikini was. White. For purity, maybe. 

As I slipped it on, I went over all the scenarios that could happen. I had to get off to a quick start. If I could make her a little gun shy I would have a huge advantage. And if I didn't, I would get buried in an avalanche of power moves and fucked mercilessly. I tried to push that thought out of my mind. The waiting seemed to take a forever and a half. Finally, the buzzer sounded and I entered in to the room I had thought over so many times that day. 

A full complement of spectators were arrayed along the wall, including Jessica, some girls I didn't know, and Rebecca. 

Of course Rebecca was here. Of course Samantha invited her here. She wanted to hold the fact that this stupid ravenhaired big titted slut beat both me and Angel. I was quietly fuming when I turned to look at Natalia. 

Her bikini was a gorgeous deep red and she was looking cut as hell. Most girls who wrestled here worked on their cores quite a bit and looked good, but this chick had full on abs. Her arms and legs weren't as built as they looked on Yvonne's laptop screen but she had a stringy wiry strength that I knew she could use to punish women. 

The camerawoman came up to me and I did my spin. "What's life like in whatever shit hole you're from?" 

Apparently, Natalia did not know a whole lot of English. What she did know is that I insulted her so she narrowed her eyes. "Budesh' ty moey rabynei, shliukha." She did her spin as well. With the formalities over, we both took our places at the starting marks and hunched over. 

I tried to glean whatever I could from her green eyes. I was showed nothing but a businesslike contempt from her and I mirrored it as much as I could. The sheer level of arrogance and disgust coming from her was beyond the looks I could summon up. She must have thought I looked awfully stupid. 

"3!" 

But it didn't matter. I was going to win. I was 100% confident about it. 

"2!" 

Not only win, but triumph and dominate. 

"1!" 

She was going to mine, all the way down to her little Russian bones. 

"Begin!" 

I was too preoccupied with my thoughts to completely comprehend what happened next. All I knew was that Natalia had leapt on me, thrown me down to the mat, and was currently on top of me. The exact process of this sequence of events was fairly trivial. The consequences of this was far more important. I tried to struggle and fight to get her off of me, but Natalia maintained her dominant position. 

Natalia crawled over me and expertly applied a figure four headlock. Her crotch was right in my face and I was in a ton of pain. I was given no option but to tap and the Russian girl got off me. Her presumptuous smile was enough to make me sick and I wanted to fucking deck her right then and there. She was already up one nothing and I did not get off to the fast start that I so desperately needed. Whatever. I could just wing it as I always did. 

We both went back to our starting spots and made ourselves ready for the next clash. The call to begin was sounded and we went at it. Natalia raced at me like a shark sensing blood in the water. I was way more clever than that- I darted to the side and tossed her to the mat. By little display of agility dazed her for a second and I took the opportunity to try and twist her strong limbs into a submission hold. But Natalia fought me off and dear lord did lord did she fight. Every time I scraped my way towards one of her outstretched limbs she would not let me get it. Every time I tried to bring my arm down across her pretty little neck she repulsed me. Wrestling with the Russian girl on the ground was an exercise in frustration and I gazed into her green eyes. They were as pretty as they were inscrutable- this girl was giving nothing away. 

Especially not any advantages. Throughout the tussle she had put me on my back and brought my arm into a painful submission. I yelled as I tapped the mat and looked with shame on my face at Natalia. She said something in Russian which sounded confident and once again I held my tongue and my fist. With a sigh I got up and went back to the starting position. 

The second we both got there the cry to begin was unleashed and we went at it. This time, we met in the middle, where she threw me down after a quick wrap up. She tried to leap on top of me and I quickly rolled away and Natalia hit the mat painfully. There wasn't quite as much struggling this time- I leapt on her back and brought my arm down around her neck. She showed some resistance to pain from submissions in the videos I watched, but losing oxygen was a different matter entirely, and she tapped. So this Russian girl wasn't quite unstoppable. I breathed a sigh of relief as I got up and strode back to my mark. 

"Tebe povezlo na etot raz..." she hissed. 

"Homegirl. Clearly you do not understand. Nyet russkii." I spat. 

She grimaced as we went back to our starting spots. 

"Begin!" 

And begin we did. She was fast and used her speed to barrel towards me. Once again I used my smarts rather than my strength to beat her. She was a bull and I was a matador and I impaled her not with a sword but with a sharp knee to the gut. The Russian girl clutched her stomach and went down like a sack of hammers, and the second she was on the mat I was there too, contorting her leg into a painful submission. 

She tapped again. It took a while but she tapped again. The look she gave me when she got up suggested that the presumptuousness had gone. I couldn't quite tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. After all I had seen what she did to Yvonne when she was mad and that was not pretty. 

We both found our way to our starting positions and hunkered down, ready for the fight to begin again. The call to begin was announced and we launched at each other. After a few moments of intense struggling, I was thrown to the mat. Before the Russian girl capitalized on her gains the judges called time. 

Natalia relented, but did not turn away. It might have been easier if we spoke the same language. It would have been easier if I knew anything I was doing made even a dent in her manner, but the same smile returned to her face. Without a single word she told me that she thought she was going to win and dominate. I sneered back. While I wasn't out and out destroying her, I had pulled down some pretty sweet moves. This match was still very much in my grasp- I just had to fight smart. 

"Competitors, make yourselves ready..." the call from the sideline seemed so daunting. Make yourselves ready. For what? For fucking, for fighting, for whatever came next. Whatever came, I was going to be ready for it. I strode back to my mark, feeling confident. Natalia strode back too, looking even more confident. 

"Begin!" The call to start the second round began and I tore at Natalia. Apparently they didn't have form tackles in Europe as she had no idea how to defend it and was brought down to the mat. I nearly got a choke in but the Russian girl used her strength to fight me off. I did manage to roll her over and get her belly down on the mat. In one motion I plucked the little bow that held her top on and in another I pulled her arm into a submission hold. Natalia yelped at my surprising humiliation and then groaned in pain and tapped the mat. 

I backed off of her and waited to see the expression on her face. When she rolled over I caught an eyeful of her delicious, if somewhat small, chest. And on her face was nothing. No smiling, not anger, nothing. I was unsettled in that moment. Most girls would have been angry or sad or ready to tear me apart. Natalia was as unfathomable as ever. The sexual degradations mulling around behind that mask once again came to mind. That was something I would simply not tolerate. 

Before either of us knew it we were back at our starting positions and rearing for combat. The judges were happy to oblige with a quick "Begin!" and Natalia rushed at me. She seized me before I could evade the rush again and threw me to the mat. The Russian girl had already gotten a taste of my agility and perfectly predicted how I would dodge. This prescient knowledge was used to return my ass to the mat. We struggled mightily. Or I guess I should say I struggled mightily- Natalia looked like she was in complete control of her emotions as she pried and pulled and pushed, eager to find any chink in my armor. Eventually she found one in the form of an excruciating choke. 

I fought. Tapping seemed like worse than an admission of defeat. It was almost a permission, a permission to violate me sexually and rob my dignity. I could feel myself turning blue, losing my oxygen by the millisecond. But I held on and didn't tap- with a quick turn and a quicker push I was free from the choke and sprang at her again. This time I was the one on top and I used my dominant position to secure a submission. 

Natalia tried to be like me. She tried to hold off on tapping as long as she could to prove she was as tough as I was. To prove that she wasn't intimidated. But most of all she was a smart fighter and she knew that she was truly in a bind. She tapped before I broke her arm ad I once again backed off, trying to figure out her reaction. For the most part it was much the same. Unfeeling green eyes, a drop of sweat, normal breathing. But the twitch of her lips revealed her true emotions. Natalia was getting mad. 

I breathed deeply as I walked back to my spot. Natalia returned to her starting spot once again and we danced our dance once more. We charged at each other and met in the middle with a loud reverberating sound. I could feel more of Natalia's strength brought to bear against me. Despite that, I was victorious in our little fight and I threw her to the mat. She thought I was going to choke her and brought her guard up. My mind was on somewhat more salacious thoughts, as I made an attempt at her bikini bottoms and deftly pulled the strings. The Russian girl would have to fight naked now, and she would have to try to survive through my vicious leg submission. 

She didn't. Natalia tapped the mat and a second after the judges called time. Natalia stood up to reveal a perfectly shaved pussy. I honestly didn't know what to expect from a Russian girl. The anger began rippling through Natalia's face. She was used to ripping through girls like a Russian bear through, well, everything. I knew this final round wouldn't be as much about winning as it would be surviving. I hazarded a second look at her. She was giving me a death glare. 

I turned away and gulped. It was stupid to show my fear to my opponent. While I succeeded in hiding my trepidation from Natalia I was wonderfully successful in showing my fear to Rebecca. She laughed at me and whispered something in Jessica's ear. Jessica began laughing too. I flipped them the bird and that just prompted them to cackle even more. I began feeling a little bit murderous too as I wheeled back to the starting spot. 

Natalia kept up the death glare. Honestly, I was sort of impressed with how intimidating she looked. My ponderings were punctuated by a sharp "Begin!" from the sidelines. Natalia only took three or so long strides and she was on top of me. I tried to fall away to dodge it but Natalia was right on top of me. Not only did she predict that I would dodge, but she knew which way I would go. Her understanding of wrestling was so evolved that she could guess how I would develop during a match. And she was mad. 

Natalia quickly yanked the strings of my bottoms and flipped me over into a painful leg hold. Some girls might have taken the opportunity to play with my now exposed pussy and score some style points. The Russian girl was only intent on causing pain, and pain she caused which led to me humiliatingly tapping that mat. The meager crowd cheered for her as she stood up. If looks could kill they would all be dead but unfortunately I had still yet to acquire superpowers. Those superpowers might have come in handy against a monster such as Natalia. 

I did my best to get them as quickly as I could. It didn't look like any were coming and the call to begin heralded another vicious attack from Natalia. I tried to go forward to meet her. My efforts were rewarded with a sharp pain in my ass from being thrown down to the mat and Natalia clambering for my limbs on top of me. The crowd would be forgiven for only thinking I made a token effort as not only was I stripped of my bikini top but I was forced into one of the most devastating arm submissions I had ever encountered. 




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 10



There was no attempt to even try to hold out on this one. I tapped the mat rapidly as I did everything I could to get the pain to end. I had started up this round but I had the sinking feeling that I was coming way down. All of my doubts were gushing forward in the form of small defeat after small defeat. I clenched my fist. To get back in it, I was going to have to try something a little bit bold, a little bit crazy. 

We both walked back to our starting spots and my mind churned, trying to find strategies of attack. The call to begin interrupted my brain storming session but my mind quickly went blank. Natalia looked a little bit surprised as I recklessly charged at her. My intrepidity paid off and I quickly planted Natalia into the mat. Our naked bodies slid all over each other as we grunted and grimaced. Every time I vied to make a move she countered expertly. Any movement to find a better spot was met with a countermove. 

For a second, I thought all of my boldness would just wind up making me tired. Then I came upon a golden opportunity. For a split second, for just a fraction of a moment, she gave me an opening to her head. I moved up and began smothering her with my breasts. Her muffled cries came with a powerful push to get me off her but I remained, humiliating and naked and strong, right on top of her. She rewarded me with a tap on my back and I relented. 

The look of pure contempt she shot me was withering but I did not fade. I felt that the degrading breast smother was enough to push me towards victory. The only question that remained was whether or not I could survive the onslaught that was sure to come in these dying moments of the mat. I went back to my starting position and prepared myself to weather this furious Russian storm. Natalia knew the desperation of her situation and looked like a braying racehorse ready to burst from the gates. 

When the judge called go, burst she did, right at me. She threw me down to the ground but I was just as quickly back up and fighting off Natalia once again. She clawed for any gap desperately trying to find any way she could to return me to the mat. I stayed up and stayed strong, and soon the judge announced time. 

The match was over. I had won. A judge came over and lifted my arm. I beamed at Natalia before disappearing into the locker room only to emerge a few seconds later with my strap on. I grabbed a fistful of Natalia's sweaty blonde hair and dragged her over to the wall. 

"You like being rough, huh? I will show you fucking rough." I pushed her down on her knees and her head back against the wall. Then to put it mildly, I was rough. I jammed my strap-on in and out of her mouth and each thrust of my hips was deeper than the last. The gasping and choking and sputtering was borderline pathetic and I nearly wore myself out using her face as my own personal fuck toy. 

That was really selfish on my part, I must admit. So I decided to use the rest of her body as my own personal fuck toy. I bent her over, doggy style, with her face right up against the wall. And I was hardcore. Her body responded in all sorts of pleasing and wonderful ways. Her low moans gave away her ecstasy as did her lovely little twitches. I felt like a war goddess with my captive as I began plowing Natalia relentlessly. 

My toy went deep into her and her groans betrayed her passion. She loved it, I knew it and I was exploiting that. Her face hit the wall a few times and even that did not abate the pleasure that was coursing around her body. Finally the Russian girl came in a convulsing twitching orgasm that rocked her body. 

She flopped down on the mat and rolled over and looked at me. The green eyes that were once so fierce, so threatening had been glossed over by sexual euphoria. I bent over, prepared to enter her again, when a judge called time. I stood up and cast a long look at Rebecca and Jessica. You two are next, I thought. I quit the wrestling mat for the privacy of the locker room again. The air was cool and calming and I sat down on the bench. 

Hopefully, I did enough to get into the tourney. I didn't know when the entrants would be announced. But it would mean glory, it would mean fun. And against Samantha, it might mean redemption.



The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 11



My phone buzzed and flashed to life. Angel was sitting next to me on the bench of the locker room and her phone lit up as well which could only mean one thing. Samantha was summoning us. 

"Be in the weight room at 5:30. You know what this is about." Sure enough, it was Samantha, and sure enough, I did know what it was about. Three weeks had come and gone and the Queen of the Jungle tournament was upon us. I swallowed. There was a ton of money up for grabs, but more importantly, there was a shot at avenging myself against Angel, against Rebecca, and more importantly against Samantha. 

I leaned back a little bit. Angel sensed my uneasiness. "Don't worry. I am sure you got in." 

I smiled at her. Truth be told I wasn't even sure I wanted to be in the tournament. I might get a chance to beat Angel and Rebecca and Samantha again but they would also have another shot at embarrassing and humiliating me. Being buried in a landslide of sexual humiliations did not seem to be an enticing prospect. It was also a prospect that would not necessarily come to pass. I was stronger and leaner and faster and meaner. Nothing was so desirable as conquering woman after woman and then finally Samantha, and wiping the smug look off her face with a strap-on. I cast a long glance at Angel. Towards her my thoughts could be nothing but impure. She was looking so strong, so damn sexy in her blouse and pencil skirt. The Latina was even wearing glasses and looked like the foxiest librarian I had ever laid eyes upon. 

While I wasn't exactly looking as good as Angel I was kinda bringing it. My jeans were tight and dark and my shirt was tighter and darker. A stark white Metallica was written across the front and Angel said she loved it because it made my brilliant red hair stand out. We had finished our workout not so long ago and were taking a bit of a break. 

"Yeah. We'll see." I replied simply. There was a feeling that I was in. A quick check on the website showed that my little bout with Natalia was immensely popular and popularity was a criterion. Besides, I had a solid record in my matches at the Tigress. 

"Say," I looked at my phone, "We have some time. Wanna go grab some coffee?" I asked. 

Angel grabbed her bag. "Absolutely." 

With our bags slung over our shoulders we made our way out of the gym. The Tigress wasn't as alive as it had been the past few weeks. All of the excitement of the past few weeks abated and a disquiet had taken its place. Every single wrestler here wondered whether or not they made it in. With only eight spots up for grabs and quite a lot of wrestlers potentially in the competition the game of musical chairs became strained. Angel and I weren't worrying one bit as we both hopped into my car and sped off to the nearest coffee shop. 

Simple Coffee. That was the name of the joint and that was exactly what I ordered. Angel opted for some sugary milky concoction and we found a table in the corner. 

"If you get in, do you think you will be ready?" She probed. Her eyes weren't taunting nor was her tone. She seemed genuinely concerned. 

I was a little bit taken aback. "What do you mean?" 

Angel puckered her lips to the side. "So this tournament is going to be the best of the best. We haven't ever had anything like this in my time here. Every girl is going to want to prove they are the top of the mountain. And every girl is going to want to have Samantha on her knees in front of them. Things are going to get a bit rough." 

If it had been any other girl, I would have assumed it was a taunt. "I think so. You have seen what I did, how much I have improved. I am ready." My words were straightforward but my tone cracked near the end. I was nervous and my own voice betrayed me. I took a long sip of coffee to try and hide from it. 

My friend wasn't going to let me run away like that. "Really?" 

I put my coffee down. "I don't know. It felt like just yesterday that I joined the wrestling club and now I feel like I am on a cliff overlooking something deep and wide and massive. My body is ready. But..." but if I lost to Rebecca or Samantha or someone else during the tournament the bonus round would be longer and there would be some sort of audience probably. "But I have never really done something like this." 

Angel leaned forward and smiled. It was almost miraculous how much her deep cleavage made me forget things. Shame her delightful chest couldn't make me forget everything. "You're riding a winning streak. Why not keep riding it? If you want me to tell you to quit and take the easy way out, you're sorely mistaken. Hell, I am not going to let you quit. You have improved too much to back out now. I am not giving you a pep talk because I think you are better than that. I am giving you a dressing down. Struggle, fight, win. That's what you have been doing and that is what you will continue to do." 

I soaked in her words. The anlage of doubt was still there and I couldn't quite shake it. "But what if something happens? Like what happened between you and Rebe..." I didn't want to say her name. That felt like invoking that ravenhaired bitch's awfulness right there in the coffee shop. 

Angel closed her eyes and shook her head. "That is not going to happen again." 

The look I gave her was questioning, almost innocent. 

Angel took a deep breath. "We are beyond that now. That was in the past. The future is all that matters now. The future is going to have vengeance and redemption." Her big brown eyes were focused straight through me as she spoke. The conviction with which she said the words was beautiful. 

I cracked a smile. "And what happens if we face off during the tournament?" I asked. 

"We will do what we always do. You and I will go at it like animals and then I am going to fuck you senseless again." She leaned back in her chair and casually flicked the long dark hair out of her face. "And if you remember our little bet I am going to get you again." 

I feigned a look of rage. "I am going to smack your ass so hard you could ride the wave. I am going to make you scream so loud they'll hear you in Wyoming." I grinned. 

"Oh please." She played with the collar of her blouse and caught me staring. It wouldn't have been that hard to catch me gawping at her and indeed several other patrons of the coffee shop were looking on as well. "I know you wanna suck these tits again." 

That was part true and I flushed red. I wasn't about to just let her win this little game though. "I am going to ride you so hard you'll think a tornado hit you. I am going to fuck you so hard you won't walk for a week." 

Too loud. That is what everyone said of me since I had been a little girl. My considerable volume was on display in the quiet little coffee shop, and we decided without speaking that it was perhaps time to leave. Our journey back to the Tigress was brief and we required a few laps before the packed parking lot finally relinquished a spot. When we walked in we found the interior to somehow be more crowded than the parking lot. If a news crew was there covering all the fit girls in one place I wouldn't have been surprised. 

Despite all the commotion Samantha was undoubtedly the center of attention. She emerged from her office and glided towards the weight room. The crowd of women parted before her like the Red Sea as Samantha confidently walked towards the bench that had been her ad hoc platform last time. 

With a quick step up she was there, towering over all of us mortals. The look on her face was shining and the uninformed might have mistaken that look for some genuine mirth. "Ladies..." She began and silenced the room in one word. 

"First of all, I would like to say thanks to all of you for your patience. I wanted to give myself time to make the best tournament I possibly could. And I assure all of you your unwavering patience will be rewarded. When the pressure was on all of you performed admirably. Some," she paused, "of course better than others." 

I had never seen her in a proper dress before, I don't think. It was a lovely light blue sundress that hung off her shoulders. The sundress showed off Samantha's body, and the owner of the gym had quite a lot to show off. A few weeks ago she absolutely destroyed me in body and mind. While I had been making a few gains since then it looked like she had been making more. I gulped. Even if I won and got another shot at this contemptible woman I might lose again. I did what I could to rid myself of those thoughts and kept listening. 

"So this is what you have all been waiting for. You want to know who got in." She paused again and the woman loudly affirmed. A broad gesture of her arm was enough to remind me that not only was she a wrestler, an owner, and a psychopath, but she was a showman as well. "As you know, this is an eight woman single elimination tournament. I need not remind you of the rules concerning the bonus round as you will be informed of that when the time arises. So without further ado, in the first seed, I have selected Rebecca." 

I looked at Angel in shock. The Latina looked dead ahead at Samantha with no significant change in expression. There were a few scattered cheers for her but for the most part the crowd was disappointed. No one really liked her. 

"The number two seed is Angel." When I turned back to my friend she was smiling and I was smiling too. Being number two wasn't half bad. 

"The number three seed is Natalia." She earned more applause than Rebecca did, despite her brutality. I had just come off a win versus that Russian brute, so I couldn't help but feel a tad confident. 

"The number four seed is Jessica." Oh shit, she had made it. Almost no one applauded for her. At least Rebecca won clean- Jessica was a notoriously dirty fighter and not many girls had their anal virginity after they were done with her. I had scraped together a win against her though, so I- 

"The number five seed is Rachel." My eyes were wide open in shock. Not only was I in, I was number five. I guess being popular had that effect. Angel patted my back and I smiled at her. It was a load off my chest to know that even if my career wasn't the longest, I could still pull people in. 

"The number six seed is Torie." While I knew who she was, I didn't know her at all. She had flowing brown hair and matching green eyes that were big and luminous and made her look like an anime character. Whenever anyone needed her they knew where they could find her- in the squat rack. All that work paid off- she had thighs that could crush a skull and iron buns. 

"The number seven seed is Maddie." Maddie was a whirling ball of Texas fury on the mats and a complete sweetheart outside of it. She was another woman who I have never had the pleasure of facing and would have been quite a treat in the bonus round. Her lovely round breasts would be the main attraction but those deep azure eyes were enough to send even the hardest of hearts into a tizzy. 

"And in eighth place we have Yvonne." Good old Yvonne. Nice to see she didn't come all this way for nothing. She apparently arrived earlier than we did, and beamed with delight. 

"One more thing. Our little experiment with onlookers worked out quite well, so I am upping the ante, so to speak. I have taken the liberty of purchasing another local gym. They have a lovely little basketball court which I have found suitable to turn into a proper auditorium. As we speak a crew is installing bleachers and a wrestling ring. Expected audiences should be in the thousands, if not more." 

The crowd began to twitter nervously. Wrestling in front of the cameras was already quite a lot, but in front of thousands of real flesh and blood spectators? That was a different beast entirely. I glanced over at my friend to see if she could make some sense of it. 

"No backing out now," she mouthed. I smiled. She was right, of course. I was on this path and I was going to go through with it. Spectators be damned. 

"So feel free to invite your friends and family." She smiled. "I shall bring up the manner of compensation with the participants individually. The first round begins this Friday, and we will have the second spate of matches on Saturday. The semifinals are the week after, and so on and so forth." Samantha dismissively waved her hand. 

"In the upper bracket, we will have the number one seed contend with the number eight seed. So Rebecca and Yvonne will be competing against each other to keep their tournament hopes alive." I wondered how that match would go. While I had beaten Yvonne, she was quite a formidable opponent. Still, it would be an upset if Yvonne won. 

"The second match of the upper bracket will be the number four seed versus the number five seed. So Rachel and Jessica will become acquainted again." My heart sank. I had beaten her, this was true, but she was a notorious bad girl, and her soul would be burning with the desire for revenge. And my ass. Maybe not in that particular order. This would be a tougher match the second time around. Angel's warm hand wrapped around my arm to allay my fears and I was lucky to have such a friend. 

"Our lower bracket will begin with the number three seed and the number six seed squaring off. Natalia and Torie will wrestle with each other on Saturday. Finally, our last match of the week is Angel against Maddie." 

I grinned. Angel would be going against Maddie. While that wasn't a sure win, Angel was almost certainly going to be pretty strongly favored. 

"Needless to say, I expect all of you to perform your best and put on a good show. The winner of course, will get a chance to wrestle with yours truly," she raised her hand, "should they be brave enough. Thank you for your time. The participants shall be receiving texts shortly. That will be all." As promptly as she began her little announcement she had ended it. Samantha once again retreated back into her office and the crowd lit up like the Fourth of July, debating snubs and arguing as to who would win. 

"So you're starting off with Maddie..." I began. 

"Sure am. Already faced her once. She was a relentless wrestler but she went down. Just like all the others." She put her hand on my hip as a subtle reminder of my defeats to her. Yvonne wormed her way through the crowd and was soon next to us. 

"You are excited, yes?" Her brown eyes beamed at me. 

"Oh absolutely. Things are gonna get weird." I said in mock boast. 

A look of confusion crossed her face. "So if you win, you will fight the one seed, Rebecca." 

It was my turn to be confused. Yvonne was of course correct and that began to dawn on me. "Uh, yeah, I guess I will." 

"You are ready for her, no?" Yvonne was rocking high heels and a black skirt. Her white blouse was billowy and looked incredibly expensive. 

That was the million dollar question. Yes, in body. In mind...well. I guess I even getting that chance was going to take quite a bit of work. I sighed. "Yeah I think." 

Yvonne smiled. "I hope so." 

My phone lit up. "$10,000 for the first round. $20,000 for the next. And so on and so forth. Come to me if you have any questions." Not bad at all, I thought. 

The week positively flew by. A jangled mixture of nerves lust and hope filled all of us. Yvonne Angel and I worked out together to try and get ourselves in the best shape we could before the tournament began in earnest. My French friend and I were wrestling Friday and Angel would be going at it with Maddie the next day. We ran for what felt like a thousand miles and picked up many heavy weights. Our diets were clean and our hearts were ready. 

Being in front of thousands of people would make things more complicated. The crowd would almost certainly howl with pleasure any time a girl did any sort of sexual move. If I were put in an embarrassing position, I would not only have to fight of a woman but the insults and jeers of the crowd as well. The solution of course was to never be stuck in that position but that was far easier said than done. 

Friday took its sweet time in coming around. But sure enough, it did. I drove Angel and Yvonne to the other side of town, to the gym that was now owned by Samantha. I checked my text message again and again. The message from Samantha was simple: "You're fighting first. Go to the locker room marked "Away" in the back. Be there at 7:30. Your bout begins at 8." Prime time, I thought sardonically. 

Yvonne related to me that she would be going afterwards. I would be kicking off the tournament, and I wanted to kick it off right. At 7:25 we entered the gym. It was a little bit bigger than the old Tigress, but it looked a lot worse. The gym equipment was old and the whole place had an air of uncleanliness, but no one was really there for that part. Samantha or someone had put up signs directing everyone to the basketball court that would serve as the arena. 

A few scant signs served to point the wrestlers to the locker room but sure enough I found them. I looked up at the black and white sign that told me to turn left and back to my friends who were told to turn right. I looked at Angel and Yvonne and back at the sign. I took one frightened step towards the locker room and turned around. 

Angel had an encouraging look on her face. She was wearing a red dress that made her look like she was about to go hit the clubs. For her, this was fun. Yvonne was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. For her, this was not. She would be wrestling right after me and would be facing down the number one seed. From the look on her face, one would not have guessed that. 

"You're going to do fine. Relax, you have beaten her before." Angel did her best to rouse me, to rid me of my doubts. 

Yvonne winked. "Put on a good display for me." 

I had never been one for long eloquent speeches and sure enough my tongue failed me once again. I grabbed both of them and squeezed them in a big hug. My heart was already aflutter as I turned towards the away locker room, feeling like Yvonne and Angel gave me a very distinct homefield advantage. 

When I flung open the door I saw my favorite gym owner sitting on the bench. She was wearing a blue skirt that covered her knees and a white blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to draw attention to her. The ensemble was rounded off with a suit jacket of the same blue as her skirt. The air around her seemed to be tense and the harsh look on Samantha's face did little to ease the situation. She didn't bother to stand up when I entered the room but her fashionable high heels did scrape across the floor. 

"Hello, Rachel." Her eyes met mine. 

I tensed up. "Uh, hi." 

Samantha saw what effect she had on me and the edges of her lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk. "This tournament is going to be a little bit different. We don't have the mat we usually do. As you might know we have a real ring this time. There will be a judge on all four sides. The starting positions are of course marked. But we will have corners this time. You are going to be fighting out of the blue corner." 

I had done enough combat sports to know that she meant Samantha did not think I was going to win. 

"Furthermore, I like it when you wear white. The fans appear to like it too," Samantha fluttered her eyelashes, "so you're wearing white." Samantha produced a white bikini and showed me the bottoms. In purple print the name Rachel was written. It was the first time since I played high school sports that I had a proper uniform. A weird sense of pride came over me. This tournament was a big deal and I had my own little outfit for it. 

"I considered it a good idea to show off the toys that were to be used in the bonus round before the match begins. So what did you bring?" Samantha asked. 

I clutched my bag. "Just my strap-on..." 

Samantha furrowed her brow. "That's it?" 

I nodded. 




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 11



"Jessica brought a lot more. But if you are fine with that, whatever." Samantha extended her hand. I unzipped my bag and placed my strap-on in her hand. 

"Scoring will be the same. I'm going to introduce you before the fight begins. My secretary will inform you on when to enter. Do you have any questions?" Samantha arched her eyebrow. 

I shook my head. 

"Of course not. Well, that will be all." Samantha got up and left for the impromptu arena. I disrobed and put my white bikini on. It was snug and made of fine material. I could not help but marvel myself in the mirror a little bit. My body was the fittest it had ever been, and I was ready to fight. 

As I did my stretches, I knew that my opponent for the evening was ready to fight too. Last time we met I beat her and fucked her in the ass with her own strap on. That garnered quite a bit of attention and pissed her off to all hell and back. Jessica was not the most forgiving girl and she was almost certainly hellbent on revenge. I bounced up and down to get loose. The nerves were receding bit by bit as I ran in place. 

This match was winnable. Tough, but winnable. Jessica might not cheat so much with so many people looking on, and four judges now. Should that little anal queen cheat, surely a judge would catch it and dock points for it. 

I stopped. Hopefully, but that wasn't a sure bet. Knowing Samantha, there might be more points for crotch shots and scummy things like that. If Jessica won, she would surely shove her toys as far up my ass as they would go. No one had ever been in there before and Jessica taking that would hurt emotionally and physically. 

The locker room I was in was cold and had little decoration. It was considerably bigger than the miniscule locker room that we used to warm up in at the Tigress. The chilly air and the quiet solitude of it gave me goosebumps. I could hear the crowd outside grow slowly. I couldn't quite see them but I knew the number was fairly substantial. The only ones I really worried about were my friends. As long as I had them on my side, I knew I was going to be ok. That little thought made the cold lonely locker room seem a little bit warmer, more personable. Samantha's secretary appeared in the door. "Two minutes." 

I nodded. She disappeared and I walked to the door and put my ear against it. This felt like a long way from rock bottom and an even longer way from the innocent unknowing girl I was not so long ago. A voice on a microphone loudly blared something over a PA but I couldn't quite make out what it said. It was unmistakably Samantha's voice but the abysmal audio quality and the roar of the crowd ensured that the words were not clear. 

I nearly fell through the door when Samantha's secretary opened it. "Uh, hold on a sec." She held a hand up to stop me. 

"Introducing first, Rachel Sullivan." I was waved through and walked to the ring. The audience's cheers were deafening. The last time I saw a crowd that big was at a basketball game and my eyes were wide with surprise. It wasn't mostly dudes, as I thought it would be, but was fairly even in terms of guys and girls. A brief scan of the crowd told me that there might be a few more girls for a sixty forty split. 

Samantha nodded as I stood on the blue mark. "The redheaded terror brought this..." Samantha raised my strap on and the crowd went wild, "to hoist her opponent on. Wouldn't you like to see that?" The audience shouted their approval. I basked in the glow of the crowd. Truth be told, I loved it. 

"And speaking of her opponent, introducing Jessica Malinowski!" The brunette emerged from her own locker room. She was just as strong and fit as she was ever was. Her bikini was a lively red and the name Jessica was imprinted on the back of her bottoms in gold. She stepped up into the ring to a warm reception, glaring at me as she did so. "And let's see what Jessica brought along with her, oh this of course..." Samantha held a long, long strap-on up. It was black and looked like it would hurt. I shuddered. 

"And these..." Handcuffs. Sheer metal handcuffs. I gulped. 

"And this." A collar, similar to the one Samantha clasped on me. I closed my eyes. No backing out now, I thought. 

"Now these ladies have history," Samantha continued, "and this fight is sure to be interesting. So let's cheer them on. Oh, and one more thing. The winner is keeping their opponent's bottoms as a trophy." I bit my lip. The bottoms that I had been so proud of might belong to Jessica before long. "Are you ready, ladies and gentlemen?" It seemed like the whole crowd was on their feet, stomping and clapping and hollering. 

Samantha slinked out of the ring. "On my count ladies..." 

Both Jessica and I faced each other on our marks. Jessica said something but the crowd was cheering too loudly to understand it. I just flipped her off and she returned the gesture. 

"Three!" 

Jessica was strong. Her arms were vascular which scared me a little bit. But I was strong too, and not prepared at all to just roll over. 

"Two!" 

If looks could kill, I would have been paste. Jessica wanted, needed revenge. And she wanted to come through me to win it. Hell, I wasn't sure she wanted to win. She probably just wanted my ass. 

"One!" 

There was a noticeable uptick in noise from the crowd. They were as ready as we were. 

"Begin!" 

I knew Jessica was going to tear at me. I saw it coming from a mile away. My choice was not to go forward as much as it was to go up. As she darted towards me I leapt in the air and swung my knee. It collided with her chest and the early going became very much in my favor. The brunette was in too much shock or pain to mount and effective resistance as I slid on top of her and twisted her leg into a painful submission. 

She tapped the mat and I let her go. I thought she was mad before. Before, it was only her face that was red. Now it looked like it was her whole body. The crowd cheered at my early point and I returned to my mark. Jessica stomped her way back and before I knew it Samantha had announced the continuation of the match. The angry brunette stormed towards me. I tried the jump and the knee again but she was far too quick and wise for it. She didn't tackle me to the mat as much as she mauled me. I was on my back and fighting off submission after submission but soon I was overwhelmed by her strength and her unrestrained fury. A cruel hand wrapped around my neck and I was at her mercy in a choke. 

I felt my air slowly running out as I thrashed against the powerful woman. Soon I had no choice but to tap the mat. The brunette maintained the hold before one of the judges sharply rebuked her from the sidelines. Jessica finally let my neck be and stood down. I took a few grateful breaths and meandered back to my starting spot. I was not particularly eager to have the crap choked out of me again and the crowd picked up on my reticence. 

"Begin!" Came the sharp cry over the speakers. 

Once again Jessica stampeded towards me. Instead of jumping I tried to dart to the side. The brunette grabbed me before I could make my mistake and hurled me down onto the mat. This time, instead of trying to deprive me of my oxygen, she tried to deprive me of continued use of my legs. Even though I fought off a series of binding leg submissions, she did find some success with a toe hold. I cried out in pain as my painted big toe was wracked with pain. 

The temptation to perform a swift upkick was present. It would have been so easy, so quick, and it almost certainly would have gotten me free. But that was her way, not my way. Tapping also seemed like a good plan, but I was not prepared to just surrender all the momentum. I rolled and rolled and she failed to match it. I was free. 

She was not quick enough to get on me on the ground and I took the opportunity to hop back up. We locked up, still standing. I could feel her incredible power with every fiber of my being and I had no option but to slowly retreat. But wrestling is not a competition of strength alone- with some agile movements I tossed her to the canvas skillfully. 

The ring shook and the crowd roared. My heart was pumping like an eight cylinder engine and my body was tighter than a noose. I hopped on top of her and returned the cruel choke Jessica had held over me not so long prior. The brunette did not want to tap. I could see that in her eyes and feel that in her powerful struggling. She was a bucking bronco and I was a cowgirl, and the stakes were high. The time was ticking down on round one- if she could hold on, she could come away with a tie. 

But she didn't. Jessica tapped the mat and Samantha declared the end of the round. I backed off of her. The balance of power was still somewhat precarious; I felt I had taken the round but not by much. Jessica's anger got the better of her as she stood up. She got up and walked towards me with a gleam of malice in her eye. 

Samantha's voice came over the PA system. "Careful..." the reproach came. Jessica clearly thought better of the situation and backed off. I took the time to search the crowd and I spotted Yvonne and Angel, about halfway up, dead in the center. They smiled and waved and I smiled and waved right back. The call to return back to the starting spot shortened the moment and reminded me why I was there. To kick Jessica's ass. 

We were on our marks, staring each other down. Jessica seemed like a hurricane descending on the coast. But I felt like a rock. "Begin!" rang around the gym and the announcement was met with cheers from the audience and a bulrush from Jessica. I didn't feel like stepping to the side and dodging nor did I feel like getting flattened. My stance was wide and my center of gravity was low. Time seemed to slow more and more with every step with every passing second. I braced. Jessica crashed into me with all the gentleness of an earthquake. 

And I held. Jessica could not push me back. Even the tiniest step back was a retreat and that was far more than I was willing to give. She surged again and I held again. Our bodies clashed together with great force once more and once more I didn't move an inch. This frustrated Jessica and I felt a massive boost, inwardly and from the crowd. I used that energy to seize Jessica and throw her to the mat. On the ground she was easy pickings- I dove on top of her and in one fell swoop managed to pry her bottoms off of her and bind her leg into an excruciating submission. 

She fought for longer than I thought she would but she tapped. Those lovely red and gold bottoms would be mine, my trophy. I disentangled myself from her and sneered down at her. Not only did I feel I was better than her, I knew it too. In no time at all, I would be humiliating her in the bonus round, I thought. I turned my back to her as I walked to my starting spot. The momentum was all mine and the only thing that remained for me to do was bury her. 

I wheeled around on my spot, positively brimming with confidence. Jessica looked angrier still but it didn't matter. The cry to begin came and I tore at her. As I crashed into her, the brunette brought my momentum to a screeching halt. She picked me up, clear off the ground, and implanted me into the canvas incredibly painfully. The crowd roared its approval as Jessica pulled the strings to my top. After a moment of scrambling I was in a position to properly defend myself even with my chest bare for the world to see. Unfortunately Rebecca was in a position to properly attack and a cruel hand found its way to my throat. 

Maybe I turned purple. I don't know. What I did know was that I sure as hell did not want to tap. She maintained the choke despite all of my fighting and I slowly felt the world go black. I knew if I passed out she would have free reign over my body and there would be no going back from there but I did not want to give this girl any satisfaction. 

I closed my eyes and tapped the mat. I gave up the good for the great or as much great as I could get with my tits out. Jessica did not relent immediately and it was only a sharp cry from the referee that saved me from oblivion. I opted to stay on the mat for a bit to catch my breath for a bit. When I stood up the crowd hooted with pleasure. My chest was there for the cameras and the crowd and the world to see and I flushed with shame. 

But there was no turning back. I believed that and would see this through to the end. And it wasn't as if I was getting squashed as Jessica's bare ass proved. We both returned to our starting spots. The "Begin!" came a little bit earlier than I wanted as I was still not fully prepared to fight after such a brutal choke. Jessica took advantage of my unpreparedness- she bounded forward and threw my exhausted body to the mat. I was not so tired as to not tussle with her when we were both on the ground and managed to stop her from twisting my leg into a submission. I was not so good as to keep my bottoms on me and Jessica got both strings and yanked. 

Now I was fighting naked. I kicked Jessica as she tried once again to twist me into a submission, hard enough to drop her to the mat. Then I crawled over her and began to work my own magic. I got a little revenge when I pulled off her top and an even greater dose of vengeance when I secured my own choke. 

Just as I struggled, Jessica struggled with the decision to tap or not. I could see the same cogs working and the same growing desperation. Unlike me, Jessica had a savior- Samantha called the end of the round just when she nearly reached the breaking point. I sighed and got off of her. We were both naked now and still in striking distance of a win. My body showed the considerable effort I had put in to the match in the sweat drenching my body and my long heavy breaths. The match had taken a lot out of me, physically and mentally, and now we were in the final stretch. 

I told myself I could do this. I was fit and strong and capable. Just one more round and that would be it. We did not need a reminder to return to our marks. Jessica was there, crouched down and raring to go, as was I. The crowd woke up from its lull in the intermission and began cheering louder and louder. Samantha's dulcet tones came over the PA and we launched into it. The third round began with a flurry of action. Jessica and I launched at each other and vied for supremacy. We were completely wrapped up in each other. The struggle was as intense as it was long- finally after some wrangling, I tossed Jessica to the white expanse of canvas below us. 

The brunette thought I was going to attack her upper body. That was a wise decision nine times out of ten but in that particular moment I was feeling particularly devious. I flipped her over and sat on her lower back and then inserted a singer into her sex. She yelped and tried to crawl away but I wasn't having it. The balancing act was almost as fun as working her increasingly wet vagina. The crowd lapped it up as well. Soon Jessica's movements became too much and I was unseated. But Jessica was now face up and I was still beside her. Jessica was defending low now and I went high and brought my toned leg down on her throat. 

Jessica realized there was no escape from this particular choke and tapped my leg. I stood up and was greeted with a hearty roar from the crowd. They were here for sex and violence and just got a pretty solid measure of both. I gave them a wave and they responded kindly. 

I returned to the starting mark, ready to begin our ritual anew. Jessica was slightly slower on the uptake but did find her way back to the red mark. Her rage was palpable. Sexual humiliation would do that to a girl. But she would have to funnel her anger into something useful and when the "Begin!" rang over the announcement system she sought to do just that. But I deftly dodged her rush and got in behind her. We were both still standing up when my arm wrapped around her throat and another found her sex. She groaned from exertion and moaned from pleasure as I began to insert my fingers deeper and deeper inside her. The crowd was beginning to go absolutely bonkers. 

Jessica, however, was struggling more and more to escape this humiliating move. Before I knew it she was beyond my grasp and we were once again facing each other down. She surged towards me and I flipped her onto the mat. I was ready to take Jessica whole and grounded myself right next to her. In the ensuing struggle she wormed her way on top of me. Just as I had begun to prey on her womanhood, Jessica began to try and degrade me as well. She sat on my face and my muffled cries and furious struggles were not enough to dislodge her. 

She seized both of my hands and pinned them to the mat and then began to grind her sex into my face. It was humiliating and although two strong legs were clamped around my head I could still hear the crowd hollering their approval. Samantha declared the end of the round and spared me more humiliation. Jessica stood up, leaving a trail of her juices on my face. I retched and wiped them off and got up myself. 

Samantha was already in the ring with us. "Let's have one more round of applause for our lovely competitors." The crowd erupted once more. "Now I will confer with the judges and announce the winner." Samantha took her sweet time in conferring with all the judges. She went to all four of them and said her spiel and listened as they talked. The Tigress returned to the center with a smile on her face. 

"The winner of our first match is... Rachel Sullivan!" The crowd sprang from their seats and showed their approval. I was awash with a feeling of relief and satisfaction. Samantha grabbed my strap-on that one of the judges had been holding for the match and gave it to me. "You may now take your prize." 

I pointed to the ground. I did not want to dignify her with words. No, she deserved far worse treatment. She understood what I wanted and got on her knees in front of me. I pulled my toy on and the crowd waited with breathless anticipation. Then I guided Jessica's gaping mouth onto it. Something came over me- in that moment, I wanted to unleash brutality on this cruel woman. My toy reached the back of her throat and she began choking I forced my toy deeper and deeper still. She would know humiliation before me. She would know how dominant and powerful I was. 

"Your turn." I held still and she began to bob her head on it. "Deeper..." I said and the brunette complied. She had been reduced to a choking sputtering mess and the crowd encouraged this shameful act. Soon I grew bored with it and decided that the real fun should begin. I pushed her down to the mat and rolled her over. Her ass was high in the air and her face was to the canvas. I smacked her ass a few times to the delight of the crowd before my soaking wet toy entered her ass. It sounded as painful as the first time I had taken her there. I grabbed a handful of that brown hair and used it as my crutch. It was mean and cruel and barbaric and Jessica was moaning like an animal. In that moment I felt strong. In that moment I felt unstoppable. In that moment I felt like the queen of the world. 

The crowd cheered me on as I continued to devastate her. I couldn't decide which was more degrading and painful: the strength with which I thrusted or the torrential speed. Jessica began squealing like a stuck pig to my delight and I was lost in the sexual reverie. 

"Time!" came the call from Samantha. Once again the crowd cheered as I stood up and flexed. The Tigress motioned me to return to my locker. It was disappointing as I was having so much fun but all good things must come to an end. I strode back to the away locker with my head high and my toy still dangling from my hips. 

After I entered, I looked around for Yvonne. She was nowhere to be found so I sat down on the bench, still naked, to try and catch my breath. The match had been exhilarating as it was tiring, and I felt that I was out of steam. I had won. I would remain alive in the tournament. All that money could be mine and more importantly revenge. The crowd outside let out a cry of joy and I knew the next match was beginning. There was no particular rush for me to get back into the gym. I wanted to see Yvonne fight, sure, but I wanted to be at full strength before I did so. 




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 11



The strap-on came off quickly and quietly and I put it on the bench. I was going to have to wash that fairly thoroughly. The panties that I pulled on were plain and white and the bra that I clasped behind my back was green and held me in place nicely. Just as I gathered to pull my jeans on, the door burst open. Samantha's secretary was standing there. 

"Congratulations on your win. These," she produced the red and gold bottoms that Jessica wore, "are for you." I walked over and grabbed them out of her hand. It felt like the flag of a fallen fort. Maybe I could pin them above the headboard of my bed. 

"Samantha passes on her congratulations as well. The check for your efforts will be sent to you sometime during the week," she continued robotically, "and you will of course be fighting next weekend. Also, I have been tasked with retrieving your toy. We will wash it for you and we planned on doing some promotional stuff with it." 

I gave her the toy with no complaint. It would have gotten my rags dirty anyways. 

"If you have no questions..." 

"I don't have a question," I started, "but tell Samantha I am coming for her. And that strap-on," I gestured to the toy that she was hanging on to by the strings, "does not taste good." 

She cocked her head at me and looked at me leery eyed. "Will that be all?" 

I nodded. The little secretary girl walked out and the crowd roared again. The locker room was peaceful, unlike the maelstrom going on outside. It was better to take a minute to collect myself and my thoughts before going out there, I thought. I dressed myself and slung my bag over my shoulder and stepped out into the main part of the gym. The signs were easy enough to follow and soon I was in the makeshift arena. The ticket guy waved me through and son I was sitting next to Angel in the stands. 

"How is Yvonne doing?" I plopped my bags down. 

Angel shook her head. "Rebecca took the first two rounds easily, and this one isn't going so well." 

From my point of view it didn't look so bad. While Yvonne was completely naked with her blue and red bottoms lying on the ground, she was in the process of pulling of pulling Rebecca's yellow and green bottoms off. So her darkhaired opponent was now as naked as she was, and her ample chest was jiggling with each movement. Rebecca seized Yvonne and threw her to the mat. Then she did what she did best- the darkhaired girl was on Yvonne in a flash, and her very large chest completely enveloped Yvonne's head. The French girl struggled desperately under Rebecca and the crowd began cheering for Rebecca. 

That alone made me sick to my stomach. Then Yvonne tapped and I felt a little bit worse. As they both stood up my gaze was drawn to both of their bushes- even from a distance I could tell they were both well kept. Yvonne looked ragged and beaten while Rebecca was quite a bit fresher. Rebecca hopped up and glided back to the mat, while Yvonne schlepped her way to the red spot. On the call of go, both of them crashed into each other. They both struggled for control, and just as Rebecca gained it and threw Yvonne to the ground, Samantha called an end to the match. 

I let out a groan. It was always going to be tough slogging, but I felt Yvonne had a chance. I didn't even get to see most of the match and Yvonne was shut down. Samantha conferred with the judges just as she had done with me and then proclaimed Rebecca the winner. The darkhaired girl slapped Yvonne in handcuffs. The crowd cheered wildly as Yvonne had her arms put together forcibly behind her back. Then she put the French girl on the mat with her face right against the mat. She put her slid her foot under Yvonne's face and bid her lick it. 

Yvonne looked so humiliated as she complied. Rebecca looked dominant and proud as she put her hands on her hips and threw her hair back. The darkhaired girl ended that humiliation and promptly started another. She pulled her strap-on to her hips and made a jack off motion to the crowd. They ate it up. As much as I wanted to say I wasn't a little turned on my body refused to obey; I crossed my legs, bit my lip, and hoped nobody noticed. Rebecca entered Yvonne slowly at first, no lube. Yvonne moaned incredibly loudly but that was soon drowned out by a cacophony of cheers. Rebecca fed off those cheers and showed off her arms. They had gotten bigger. 

With every thrust, her large chest bounced up and down. And it began bouncing quite a lot as Rebecca continued to ravage poor Yvonne. Her thrusts were coming in nice and deep and the French girl squirmed with pleasure. Rebecca grabbed her hair and gave her one final thrust, and that was it: Yvonne's orgasm was so visceral, so mindblowing that there was no mistaking what it was. Yvonne collapsed completely and Rebecca stood up again. 

The audience roared their approval. But the darkhaired girl wasn't done yet. She flipped Yvonne over and guided her mouth to her exposed breast. I felt humiliated for my friend as she was forced to suck from Rebecca's breast like a baby. The darkhaired girl stroked Yvonne's hair as she scanned the arena. 

Then she found me and we locked eyes. She smiled. I looked away. I was feeling so confident, so brash earlier. The consequences for losing were now all too apparent and Rebecca was a dominant wrestler. We would be fighting next. 

Angel put her hand on my leg. "Have faith." 

I looked at her and smiled. "No backing out now." 

She pecked me on the cheek and looked back as Samantha called time. Rebecca stood up, grabbed Yvonne's bottoms and waved them over her head as she exited the main floor. One of the judges was kind enough to unlock Yvonne and she shuffled off to her own staging area. 

Samantha reappeared as if summoned by some maniacal and lustful god. The Tigress was grinning ear to ear. "Thank you for being such a wonderful crowd. I hope you have all had a wonderful time this evening. Please, give yourselves a hand for cheering these wonderful and talented ladies on! Rebecca and Rachel will be contending with each other next week and tickets are available. We're all sold out for tomorrow, but I know we have a few of you coming back. So thanks, everyone, that will be all for tonight." 

Just as she appeared, she disappeared into the crowd. Everyone began filing out, their lusts satiated by this propitiation of young women wrestling. Angel and I hung back. We wanted to console Yvonne, and we were her ride home. 

We found Yvonne limping around and both of us provided a shoulder to lean on. 

"Thanks," she said quietly. 

We both nodded. Yvonne's tournament was over, but I was still alive, and Angel was going to fight the next day. The drive home was quiet and the long walk up the stairs filled me with something that was hard to describe. 

I was excited, obviously. Rebecca was going to be my next opponent, and a crack at revenge was at hand. But she was so very tough. And then whoever emerged from the lower bracket after that. I shuddered. Whoever it was, they were going to be tougher. And then tougher still was Samantha at the end of the road. 

I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted. Come what may, I was going to be ready. I was going to fight.



The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 12



I grimaced. Torie got taken to the mat, hard. I could almost feel the floor shake and the pain that the Russian monster had caused was apparent and written all over her face. The girl had been getting her ass handed to her for the first two rounds, and although she had stripped Natalia it was obvious who was going to win. Torie had been disrobed in round one and buried under an onslaught of submissions, throws and chokes. It had already taken quite a toll on her body and everyone in the crowd knew it. Torie was sluggish and she was being brutally punished for it. 

Natalia had her sex right in Torie's face and was in the process of getting her in a figure four lock. It was a process that Torie was too tired or beaten to defend against, and Natalia cinched it after some effort. I wanted to shield my eyes, but the crowd hooted and jeered with pleasure and I just couldn't. A hand tapped Natalia's smooth and hard back and the Russian girl ceded her head back. From the starting bell everyone could tell that Natalia was fucking livid even if it didn't show on her face. No, Natalia's perverse passion showed in her actions- she blitzed across the ring, hit Torie like a neutron bomb and just kept pounding her. 

Torie had a brief reprieve from the pounding and used it to stand up. Even after this prolonged and brutal ass kicking she was still looking good. That massive ass alone had most of the crowd pulling for her but her strong legs could not save her from the avalanche that was Natalia. I checked the clock. Not so long left in the third round. I spotted Samantha looking on from next to one of the judges. She opted for slinky red dress that shimmered under the intense spotlight of the makeshift arena. The dress covered her long and beautiful legs but I had no doubt a pair of stilettos was under there, as sharp and dangerous as she was. 

I, on the other hand, elected to wear something more casual. A plain black tank top, jeans that I had to suck in to pull on, and my Batman converses. A touch of mascara adorned my eyes and some light eyeliner gave me a healthy glow, but I did not come out so that the night's affairs would be centered around me. The center would belong to my friend Angel in a little bit but the overture had not quite finished. 

But the opening act had to go on. Torie launched at Natalia only to be thrown to the ground. Natalia leapt on top of her and sent that ridiculously firm ass a few smacks just to rub it in her face before she pulled her arm behind her. Torie was caught in an awful bind but she could not get out. She stretched out her hand to tap when the bell went off, ending the final round. Samantha at least went through the motions of conferring with the judges but everyone in the arena knew who would be the winner. Most of all Torie, who looked abjectly miserable. Her head was in her hands and her shoulders were slumped and honestly I felt a bit bad for her. 

Samantha then walked to the center of the ring. "The winner is..." her voice sounded smooth over the PA system, "Natalia!" She held up the Russian girl's hands and the crowd went nuts. Samantha handed her the toys she brought along and Natalia looked at Torie the way a lion looks at a wounded gazelle. Natalia seized Torie by the hair and dragged her closer to the audience. The audience reacted like a pack of dogs seeing a juicy piece of meat. The piece of meat that Natalia was now presenting to the crowd was damn juicy- the Russian girl had bent her over on all fours with that massive firm ass to the crowd. Natalia was playing the part of entertainer now, gesturing, waving her arms, trying to do as much to get the crowd into it as possible. The crowd responded in spades. The look she gave the humbled and defeated girl told me what the real reason behind getting the crowd involved was. The cruel smile told me that she did not give a damn about the crowd, but that they would all see Torie get fucked, hard. 

After warming the crowd up, she began her display of dominance. The buttplug that Natalia had brought went into Torie's sweet ass forcefully and it looked painful. I cringed. What came next wasn't a whole lot better: a pair of sheer metal handcuffs clasped around her two hands and Torie no longer had the freedom to move her arms. Natalia then took what remained of her dignity swiftly and without mercy. The poor girl was forced to kneel before the Russian as she pulled her long white strap-on up her thin legs. Then the inevitable happened. Natalia forced her toy into Torie's mouth and her thrusts were sharp and quick. Everyone knew Natalia had been giving it her all for three long rounds and the lacquer of sweat she had built up made her body positively shine under the harsh lights of the arena. Her chest rose and fell quickly and no one in the gym would have had the faintest hint that she was even a little bit tired. She eviscerated Torie's mouth with a vigor unmatched by anything I had seen so far and the rough hand on her head guided the woman towards further humiliation. 

The audience went wild. I looked at Yvonne sitting next to me and she looked back. She bit her lip and I crossed my legs. Both of us thought the same thing- don't show that you're turned on. This Russian girl was a monster. Natalia pushed Torie down to the ground and splayed her legs wide and Natalia dropped to her knees. She wrapped two strong beautiful legs around her hips and then entered Torie. I could see the humiliated woman writhing immediately, and the low groans she let out echoed against the arena walls. Natalia had little time for elegance or joy. This was hate-fucking, pure and simple. With one hand Natalia grabbed a tender breast and twisted while the other clamped down on Torie's windpipe. The crowd bayed at this display of sheer dominance and as much as I resisted I knew there was no point in trying to hide that I was turned on. Droplets of sweat bounced off the two women as Natalia rocked the loser's world. 

The defeated girl was trying to resist herself too. Trying and failing spectacularly. She clawed the mat and arched her back. Her brilliant eyes rolled upward and her moans pierced even the din of the crowd. My own chest was rising and falling rapidly and I ground my feet into the bleachers. Torie's abdomen rose and fell sharply in succession and everyone in the audience knew what came next. Torie burst into orgasm, overwhelmed by the raw sexual power of the Russian girl. Her throaty yell bounced around the arena and the audience went wild with joy, many even leaping out of their seats. Samantha called time and Natalia withdrew and smirked down at Torie before leaving the ring. Torie had to take a minute to catch her breath and rested her hand on her forehead. 

Samantha said something to her and she sprang up immediately. Samantha undid her handcuffs and after a few wobbles she made her way out of the ring. It looked like the buttplug Natalia forced into her made it difficult for her to walk but sure enough she made it into her locker. The little secretary girl grabbed both bikinis and disappeared as quickly as she appeared on the mat. Samantha stuck her hand out and one of the judges placed a microphone into it. 

"Wasn't that exciting?" Samantha asked, and the crowd shouted their approval. The Tigress let some of the chaos die down before speaking again. "Natalia will continue on to the next round. But whom shall she face? Are you excited for the next match?" The crowd hooted and stamped their feet. They were really enjoying all this and to be honest I quite liked the last match too. Yvonne looked at me and I smiled at her. This next match was going to be fun. 

"Our next match is between two veterans of our little club. Introducing first, Maddie McCarthy!" Maddie entered for all the world to see. Her bikini was a dazzling blue and a stark yellow, and the name Maddie was imprinted on her healthy rump. Maddie bounced into the ring and waved to all the fans, who applauded her heartily. "She brought this..." Samantha lifted a long strap-on, "as well as these..." Samantha produced a set of anal beads. 

"And her opponent for the evening, Angel Gutierrez!" Then Angel, my sweet Angel came in. She was rocking that black bikini like she was made for it, and in a bright red the name Angel showed up on her bottoms. And her bottoms were absolutely the center of attention, turning every single head in the house. She walked confidently into the ring and gave her own little wave. I waved back and Yvonne shot me an odd look. 

"She brought some fun toys. This, of course..." Samantha said summoning Angel's favorite strap-on forth, "oh, and this..." Blindfold. That was new. "And this..." The Tigress showed the crowd Angel's rope. They went nuts. 

"Now, without much further ado, let's begin, shall we?" Samantha slid out of the ring. The two competitors went to their marks and eyed each other. Maddie looked confident, and Angel looked more confident still. The Latina had earned her confidence many times over but Maddie was no slouch. 

"Three! Two! One! Begin!" 

The two girls charged at each other like rams on a hillside. The first round went by in a flash. While Maddie was tough, Angel was strong and fast and most of all, mad. It seemed like every time Maddie was up she was sent down to the mat rapidly with some devastating throw. And every time she was on the mat Angel bound her leg or arm or something into a powerful submission. Maddie always held out for as long as she could - that stubbornness probably sprang from her Texas roots - but Angel was simply too good. The crowd couldn't make up their mind. As much as they wanted the cute Maddie to win, Angel won them over with her sublime skill and pure sexuality. When Angel got Maddie's top off and her chest was bare for the world to see, the crowd finally decided who they preferred. Angel was the favorite and it wasn't particularly close. 

The Latina lived up to her approval and began hitting Maddie even harder. This led to an even sharper response from the Texan and she started to battle back. Angel slipped up a few times and Maddie scored a few quick submissions. Before she could really get her momentum going the round was called and both of them went to their corners. Angel scanned the crowd for us and when she spotted us she broke into a big smile. I waved at her like a thirteen year old girl seeing her favorite boy band but Yvonne managed to maintain some dignity. 

"Competitors..." Samantha did not have to say everything. Both of these women were focused like lasers and went back to their starting spots. They hunkered down and soon were at it again. As much as I and everyone else thought that the round break would vitiate Maddie's momentum, Maddie was doing incredibly well in the early goings of the second round. She tore at my friend again and again and Angel simply could not keep up with all these deadly attacks. Angel was deprived of her top in short order and had to tap a few times to get out of vicious holds. 

The third time Angel tapped, she stood up quickly. Even from a distance I could see the fire in her eyes; she had resolved to win. Play time was over and Maddie had to pay. The audience sensed Angel's fury and cheered the two women on even louder more vociferously than they had before. Maddie made her way back to her spot, bubbly and cheerful. Angel made her own way back and hunkered down. Both pairs of breasts were heaving up and down. The match was only halfway done and I could tell it had already taken a lot out of both of them. The call to begin was met with great intensity; when their bodies collided I could have sworn I saw sparks. But it was Angel who was bringing the thunder- she threw Maddie to the mat triumphantly. Maddie tried to wriggle away from a hold but simply couldn't break free. 

Angel had her. And to make things worse for her opponent, managed to finangle her bottoms off. With a few carefully placed pulls and tugs, Maddie tapped. She stood up, now completely naked. They both glided back to their marks and made themselves ready for battle. When the call came, they answered it. They charged at each other with great fury, and Angel began to just annihilate the poor girl. She threw her down with ease and quickly climbed on top of her. 

She planted that magnificent rear right on Maddie's face as she began to work her sex. Maddie had no chance against such a powerful and erotic onslaught. Every time she tried to force her legs closed, Angel would simply throw them open again and continue her dirty work. The crowd stamped their feet at Maddie's abject humiliation and Angel soaked it up. She rolled her butt on her opponent's face to rub it in figuratively and literally as she prolonged Maddie's humiliation and delight. 

Two taps came on the side of Angel's body and the girl relented. She stood up and confidently walked back to her mark. Maddie looked shaken, but made it back nonetheless. When the call to begin came, Angel answered it with a maniacal drive, surging across the ring towards her hapless opponent. Maddie tried to help herself out and dove to try and take Angel down. Although Maddie made a grab at Angel's bottoms and got them off, the Latina not only withstood the charge but managed to lock Maddie's head between her thighs. Angel turned so Maddie's butt faced the crowd, and she sent that sweet pale butt a few punishing slaps. The crowd roared with delight and Angel taunted the doubled over girl by flexing. Angel brought an end to the charade by lifting Maddie clear off the ground and slamming her into the mat with a piledriver. Not content to just rest on her laurels, Angel picked the girl up again and brought her to the mat again. Before she had a chance to truly capitalize on her painful gains, the judges called the round. 

Angel returned to her corner and looked for us again. I gave her a thumbs up, and meant it too. Even though she was naked and sweaty and thousands of people were gawking at her, she looked like she was in complete control of the situation. Maddie, on the other hand, was reeling and she knew it. Her body language was awful, with her shoulders slumped and her head low. It was as if she knew she had already lost. 

"Competitors, return to you marks." Both complied. 

The third round passed without much incident. While Maddie did a little to hold off Angel, everyone knew it was not enough. The Latina tossed the girl all around the ring. No one could call it a squash, but it was close enough. Angel was too fast, too strong, too good. Before anyone could even realize it, the judges brought an end to the final round. The Tigress went through the motions and talked to the judges, and was ready to give us their and her judgment. 

Both girls stood in the center of the ring and Samantha walked between them. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's winner is...Angel!" Samantha confirmed the result that everyone knew and raised Angel's hand. A second later, Angel had her toys: the strap-on, the blindfold, and the rope. Angel deprived the defeated woman of her vision first by wrapping the blindfold around her eyes. The crowd were on the edges of their seats, but Angel was a master of the erotic arts, and knew when to take her time. She pulled her strap-on up to her wide hips and I could feel everyone around me beginning to breathe heavy, most of all the lovely little French girl that sat beside me. Angel dropped Maddie to her knees and ebbed away at her pride by shoving that strap-on in her mouth. The crowd became ecstatic at the turn of events but Angel paid them no mind. Her eyes were solely focused on the poor girl in front of her. 

Then came what the crowd was really excited for, the rope. Angel deftly hog-tied the poor girl, careful to leave enough space for her own entry. To the surprise of absolutely no one, Angel then entered her. Angel knew what she was about and ground erotic pleasure and sheer humiliation into the girl, eliciting moans from Maddie and hoots from the audience. I crossed my legs. While I had never been hog-tied, I had certainly been tied up and worked by Angel, and it was an experience that was impossible to forget. The feeling of complete submission combined with Angel's artistry was a feeling that no woman could withstand, and Maddie was doing a very poor job of holding off here. Her moans pierced even the din of the crowd as Angel began going at her with a quicker pace. 

The crowd was off their feet now. They had paid their money to see this exact spectacle, and Angel did not intend to disappoint them. Her pace was now rough and fervid, and Maddie could hold out no longer. Her orgasm came with spasming arms and legs and a loud yell that bounced around the room. She could do little moving against the hog-tie which undoubtedly caused her further embarrassment. Angel stood up, placed her foot on Maddie's ass and flexed again. If the newspaper crew were here, this is the picture they would take. Angel, a glorious wrestling woman, and Maddie, a hog-tied, humiliated, horny mess. Samantha called the end of the bonus round. Angel walked off, her strap-on still dripping with Maddie's juices. The secretary girl untied Maddie and ushered her off to the locker room. 

The Tigress once again took center stage. "Let's have a big round of applause for all of our competitors for the evening." The crowd obeyed. "And a big thanks to all of you for coming. The next matches will be on Friday and Saturday of next week, with Rachel facing off against Rebecca and Angel going against Natasha. Tickets will be on sale where they are usually on sale, and the next round is sure to be more exciting than even this one. There is still a lot at stake here," she paused, "more than some might think. Once again, thank you all for your support, and good night." 

Samantha cut the mic off and hopped out of the ring. I looked over at Yvonne. "So, ready to go?" She nodded and we both rose. The French girl then dug in her purse and got her cell phone out. 

"Hold on, it is a text from Samantha. Why don't you go on ahead, I will find my own ride home, yes?" She stated. 

"Are you sure?" I tilted my head. 

"Yeah, I will be alright. This seems important." Her smile reassured me. As long as she knew what she was doing, I was fine with it. 

I shrugged. "Sure thing, will catch you around." 

Yvonne and I took off in different directions. I shimmied and dodged my way through the crowd to where I was supposed to meet Angel and sure enough, she was there. 

"Nice match tonight." I said. 

She smiled. "Yeah, it was. But let's go home." 

It had gotten to Monday and I had still heard no word from Yvonne. To be honest, I was a little worried, but she was a grown-ass adult and was probably fine. I didn't think I needed to worry about her. The girl I needed to worry about was fast and strong, had a nose like a Roman emperor and tits as big as my head. Rebecca. She was going to be my opponent in the next round. I pulled into the gym after my shift at work. My heart was already set on victory. Rebecca took me and my friend rather brutally and I wanted, no, needed revenge. I stole into the gym with a quickness and got into my gym clothes as quickly as I could. This week, I was going to have to be perfect. Rebecca was an incredibly strong wrestler, and I would have to bring my A-game if I wanted to take her. 

My workout hadn't even begun when I got a text from my favorite psychopath. "When you are finished with your little gym session come see me in my office." There was no hint as to what our meeting would be about, which made me a bit nervous. I went through my workout with some mental reservations, but no physical ones. The weights went up and down and crashed when they hit the ground. If I were to beat Rebecca, I would be beyond elated. She was a bully and a bitch and just a terrible person and I desired to put her in her place. I wanted to see those massive tits bounce like a basketball and I wanted to grab that long dark hair and make her scream. The intensity of my desire fueled me through my workout, and I felt stronger than ever. 




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 12



When I stepped out of the locker room after a shower, I headed straight towards Samantha's office. There was little need to impress anyone, so I opted to wear black yoga pants and a yellow t-shirt. I flung the door open, and my jaw hit the floor. There was some good news, in that I found Yvonne, but there was some bad news in that she was naked, save for a collar, on all fours alongside Torie, Rachel, and Maddie. All of them were naked, beaten looking, and had a collar around their necks. Samantha was there, sitting behind her desk, almost defiantly not paying them any mind. Her blouse was blood red, and from what I could tell she was wearing a pencil skirt again. 

"Do sit down," she suggested as she motioned to the chair. I paused for a moment, overcome with shock. "Don't worry about these girls. It is part of the contract." Samantha placed a copy of the contract we had all signed to enter the tournament on the desk. "Not a single one of you read this, apparently. How mindless. See, section two paragraph six," she flipped to the mentioned part with a flourish, "Clearly states that should a competitor lose, they are to be my servant until the end of the tournament." When she smiled at me, she looked half viper, half Great White. I could feel my breath becoming heavy. "So these girls made their choices, just as you will make yours. Now sit." 

I sat, and the sound of me swallowing was obvious to everyone in the room. "So," Samantha started up again, "I have a little business proposal for you. See, the fans love it when you lose, and your loss to Rebecca was among the most popular videos we have ever had. Rebecca is a strong, dominating fighter, and you, well..." I clenched my fist. "Anyway, I am going to give you a choice. You can sit there right now and tell me you will take a dive against Rebecca, and I will spare you this fate. Or, you can tell me no, get steam rolled by Rebecca anyways, and then serve me like the lovely little submissive you are. See, not only am I a fitness wonder, I am a businesswoman. And I believe in doing business that is, shall we say, mutually beneficial." She stopped talking and looked at me. 

As much as I wanted to say I didn't even think about it, I did. Rebecca had beaten Angel so badly that she literally pissed on her, and Angel was better than me. The darkhaired girl might have gotten stronger to boot, and diving may have been my best option... 

No. Screw that. I wasn't going to just accept a loss against Rebecca or anyone. "No." My voice made me sound more sure than I really was. 

Samantha chuckled and shook her head. "You have zero shot against the number one seed, and you know it. There will be an unprecedented number of videos sold when you lose to her." 

"No..." I was a little less sure this time. 

Samantha snapped her fingers. "Yvonne. Here." My friend complied. Samantha lifted one of her strong arms and exposed her armpit. "Lick." The French girl gave Samantha's arm a long, degrading lick. I winced as my friend was completely robbed of her dignity. "Are you sure?" 

I had already been Samantha's plaything for a while, and that was not a pleasant experience at all. She made me lick my own juices out of a dog bowl after she fucked me on the table that now separated us. I shifted in my chair. Losing to Rebecca might not even be that hard. I had already done it before, after all, and...no. She might humiliate me again, and I wasn't going to abide that. If I didn't believe I was going to win, there was no point in stepping in to the ring. 

"No." I looked away. I couldn't stand the sight of my naked friend, and the woman who completely owned her. 

Samantha's sigh had a certain weight to it. "I was sincerely hoping you wouldn't say that. Girls, we talked about this. You know what to do." Before I could do anything, I was grabbed from behind. Maddie, Torie and Rachel seized me and threw me down on Samantha's desk. I tried to struggle against them but it was no use. It was three on one. "Pants, and whatever is under it." Samantha commanded. I tried to kick and thrash to save myself from being stripped, but my efforts were completely futile. Samantha produced an electric razor from her desk and turned it on. The thing began buzzing. "Per section four, paragraph two, I am allowed to change your appearance as I see fit. That bush of yours has to go. It gives you some maturity and gravitas, which I don't think you have earned." I tried to writhe away as Samantha applied the razor to me. Those curly red tufts were shaved clean and none of my protests were capable of even slowing Samantha down. She was incredibly thorough, and soon my sex was completely bald. 

"That will be it for today. I would not suggest retaliating. You can go now." Samantha's servants let go of me. I pulled my pants back up and shuffled off as quickly as I could. "Oh, and I will give you your check tomorrow." She added desultorily. I hurried out the door. After I got into my car, I messaged Angel. 

"Did you see what happened to Yvonne?" The reply was simple. 

"Yeah. We will have to be extra careful." 

I honestly didn't know what to do. If I lost to Rebecca, which was more likely than I cared to admit, not only would I be fucked by her again, but I would live a life of servitude for at least a few weeks. All of the defeated girls were naked and had collars around their necks. I shivered. My phone lit up again. It was from Samantha. The picture was Yvonne on Samantha's desk. Her legs were spread wide and Torie was sitting on her face. "Always time to change your mind," the message read. I opened the messenger. "I will do it." I typed the message quickly and almost pressed send. There was no way I was going to be Samantha's slut, not again. That level of humiliation was simply too much. 

But on the other hand, there were a thousand people who would watch me get fucked. As I dove towards home, I thought about each and every one of them. It wasn't like getting fucked in front of a camera. At least there was some distance there, between me and all of the people watching at home. If I got fucked, it would be far more humiliating. 

I don't have to lose, I thought. Rebecca was amazing, but beatable. She wasn't like undefeated Samantha, nor was she some goddess of combat. She had to have some weakness. When I got home, I flew towards my laptop and looked up everything I could on Rebecca. She had a long track record at the club and had a damn good record. More than fifty bouts and only a handful of losses. In her wins, she always did the same thing: she used her massive melons to her advantage. It seemed like every other match I saw featured her opponent getting knocked out, sometimes under a breast smother, other times in various chokes. Rebecca was strong, but not the strongest. I reckoned that I was probably stronger than her with all of the working out I had been doing. The problem most girls seemed to have with her was staying upright. Not a lot of girls stayed on their feet for long as Rebecca dropped tons of girls to the mat a hundred different ways. And when she was there, she used her sexual skills to dominate wrestlers. She was good. 

But she was not perfect. In both of Angel's wins over Rebecca, she went to the ground willingly and used a strong ground game to bend Rebecca in all sorts of ways. The darkhaired girl also looked a tad slow from time to time and that was something I would have to take advantage of. 

I would have to, lest what happened to all those girls in the bonus round happened to me. Rebecca was proud of her voluminous chest, and the losers always sucked them. I had been there, like a child, and it had brought me great shame. The girl had a nasty pee fetish as well, and many women were shamed that way. When she fucked girls, she fucked them with a burning intensity and the girl had some serious passion. I was ashamed at how turned on I got watching the bonus rounds, as Rebecca invariably made her opponents orgasm, and orgasm hard. When she fucked me, I orgasmed twice, and she edged me perfectly. 

I shut the laptop and threw it aside, lest I got too turned on. I took my clothes off and hopped in the bed. The lack of bush made me feel weird, and I was shamefully reminded of Samantha's power over me. 

I worked out with Angel quite a bit that week. Part of me realized that if everything went well she would be my opponent again, but I shoved that to the back of my mind. I would have to conquer Rebecca first, then I would have to worry about my friend. Never did Yvonne escape my thoughts. I was worried for my friend and Samantha did little to alleviate my fears. She sent me photo after photo of the French girl in many different embarrassing poses. Each one requested that I just surrender myself to Rebecca, and I was not going to just give up. Angel had Natasha to look forward to. While the Russian beauty was certainly no easy competition Angel was confident and had ample reason to be. I was decidedly less sure. 

Friday came as it always did, and I was as ready as I could get. I decided to come early. Angel told me she would be by later, ready to cheer for me like a crazy person. The arena was almost empty when I arrived. There were only a few people still getting everything set up and none of them seemed to pay me any mind when I made my way to the locker room. The locker room was cold and foreboding and I plopped my bag down and sat on the bench. This match was winnable, eminently winnable but I would need to bring my A-game. My mind turned over on itself and was flush with all sorts of thoughts. 

Then a hand roved down my back. I sat up suddenly and wheeled around. Samantha stood there and smirked down at me. She was wearing a white dress that showed a tasteful amount of skin and perhaps more importantly for her, her toned beautiful body. "Hello Rachel." 

"Uh, hi." I stammered. 

"You have your toys for the evening?" I handed her my hitachi and my handcuffs. She tucked it away with the strap-on I gave the secretary girl last week. "Our deal is still on, if you want." She raised a finger to silence my objections. "Don't say anything. When she breast smothers you, don't tap. Just get knocked out. Round two should be enough to make it look believable, as I don't think anyone expects you to last even that long against her." The indignation that showed across my face made Samantha smile. "You don't have to say anything. I understand that proud girls like you don't want to say these things, even when they're obvious. So just go down and stay there, and you won't have to be my bitch for a while." 

She placed my bikini for the evening on my lap. White, with a big Rachel written across the bottom in purple. I held them up. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I gave these over to Rebecca. "That will be all." Samantha finished. When she left I could hardly hear a sound. There was an unstated, 'you are fighting out of the blue corner.' There was another unstated, 'you are going to lose by a lot.' I hunched over and felt a rush of emotions. Frustration, at being underestimated. Anger, at letting Samantha insult me again and again. But most of all a burning desire to kick the crap out of Rebecca and humiliate her. 

I pulled my bikini on and went through some stretches. Rebecca would be my slut for twenty good minutes, or I would perish in the attempt. I shook my head. No, that was a little melodramatic. But I would give Rebecca everything I had for three rounds, and give her something extra for round four. When I jogged in place, I felt fire coursing through my veins. No way was I going to lose, no way I was going to get fucked by Rebecca and then Samantha. The little secretary girl popped her head in. 

"Nearly ready?" she asked. 

I nodded my assent. 

"Two minutes." 

The crowd had grown steadily in the time I was in the locker room, and I heard them clamoring with excitement. Samantha's voice was indistinct, but I knew she was getting them all hyped up for the upcoming match. I bounced from one foot to the next, teeming with energy. Rebecca was going to get fucked, Samantha was going to get fucked, everyone was going to get fucked. And I was going to be the one fucking. Samantha could shove all that crap about dominant and submissives and diving up her big beautiful rear. I was going to win. 

"Come on down." The little secretary girl said. 

"Introducing first, Rachel Sullivan!" 

The crowd went wild. I stepped out into the arena floor and walked to the ring. The Tigress didn't even look at me. "Our rowdy redhead brought this, this, and this!" Samantha produced my toys and the crowd was already frothing at the mouth for the bonus round. 

"And her competitor for the evening will be Rebecca Schoenbaum!" Rebecca strutted out in her green and yellow bikini and she looked tough. I glared at her and she glared right back. "The darkhaired beauty has brought this," the same strap-on she had already fucked me with, "this," butt-plug, I winced, "and these." A leather mask and a ball gag. Wonderful. 

"Now, let's stop the chit-chat and go at it, shall we?" Samantha exited the ring and the arena shook with noise. 

"You ever drink piss before, slut?" Rebecca hissed. 

"No. Sure as hell not starting now." I spat back. 

"Remember crawling last time?" 

"3!" came the call. 

"I am better now." I said. 

"2!" 

"Doubt it." 

"1!" 

I said nothing in response. Words didn't mean anything, not anymore. It was time for action. 

"Begin!" I tore at Rebecca. She didn't move, or at least not her feet. She contorted her body in such a way that made it easy to throw me down to the mat and that is exactly what she did. I ate the canvas and Rebecca was on top of me in a flash. She showed me exactly what sort of match this would be and easily got my top off. She followed it up by twisting my arm into a painful submission. I thrashed for a bit before giving it up and tapping. 

When I stood up, the crow howled with delight. It hadn't even been 30 seconds and I was going to be fighting topless. Rebecca chuckled at my tits. I gritted my teeth and held my tongue. We both returned to our marks and the call to go at it began again. I once again charged ahead and was once again thrown away unceremoniously. Before Rebecca could take advantage of my prone position I bounced back up. 

"You never fucking learn." The ravenhaired girl grabbed me and chucked me down to the mat like lightning. She did not hesitate this time. I braced my upper body as I was ready for a submission or a choke or a breast smother. The darkhaired beauty again went for humiliation and my bottoms came off in a flash. As I tried to grab them and see if I could tie them back on, Rebecca grabbed my neck and began choking me. 

I tried to grab her arm to rip her off me but she was too strong. A quick tap ended it and Rebecca stood up and put her hands on her hips. She scanned my now nude body and laughed again. That laugh, that fucking laugh, lit a blaze inside me and I wanted to rip her apart. Despite the crowd getting themselves into a tizzy over my naked body, I was resolved. 

I went back to my mark, and Rebecca went back to hers. As the call came to start, I knew I could not rush in again. We circled each other as we looked for any weak spot in each other. Her body was delightful and her pale skin suited her. Her nose was a little bit big, sure, but her face was pretty. Those big cheeks made her face look full and healthy and her green eyes were narrow and constantly searching for any weaknesses. She found one and leapt forward. I was anticipating a low sweep but she went high and brought me to the mat. 

Rebecca split my legs and immediately started going for my sex. I struggled and fought and did a whole lot of nothing, and sure enough her fingers found my clitoris. She sent me to heaven with her skillful and elegant playing and I tried to get away. After a bit of a scramble I purchased some distance from her and stood up. Rebecca was smiling. I hated that she was enjoying this match, the fact that I was being buried in a landslide and we both recognized it. She pursued me. My first instinct was to run away, to back away from the woman. 

But I couldn't. I moved forward. Rebecca prepared herself to throw me down to the mat once again, but I wasn't going to allow it. I stayed up and she was the one on the mat. The look of surprise on her face told me that I would have only a few precious seconds to act and act I did. I jumped on top of her and did what she had done to so many girls. 

Breast smother. Humiliating, crowd pleasing, and most of all useful. The darkhaired girl sputtered and gasped under my breasts and the audience shouted their pleasure. Rebecca thrashed a flipped me other, but I held her face to my chest. I had earned it, and I wasn't going to just let her go. Rebecca tapped my side lest she be knocked out and stood up. The smile on her face was gone, replaced by an angrier, almost a haughty look. Who was I to smother her? 

I was Rachel, dammit, and even though the first round was going disastrously I had scored a small victory and I still felt I could pull out a victory. Her long dark and curly hair was beginning to show some signs of sweat which gave me some satisfaction even though I was pretty drenched. I got up and headed to my spot. 

The call to begin was almost pointless, as we clashed together and then time was called. In those few seconds, I did not get thrown to the mat and I was willing to take any small victories I could get. I went to my corner and scanned the crowd to find Angel. She gave me a saucy wink and I winked right back. My attention then turned to the judges, who were furiously writing notes. They were probably about how poorly I was doing, how dominant Rebecca was, how I had no business being here. Samantha was among them and looking at me. 

"Just lose." She mouthed at me. I thought about it. I was naked and getting my ass kicked for the most part. I closed my eyes. It wouldn't be that difficult and a little pee never killed anyone. I opened my eyes again. This was an entirely different ballgame now. 

Rebecca and I returned to our spots before anyone prompted us. My naked body was trembling. With what, I didn't know. It didn't matter. The call to start came and I answered it. I surged at Rebecca and she tossed me down. She flipped me over so I was on my back and applied a camel clutch on me. My tits were out in front of me and Rebecca was in charge of my body and there was nothing I could do about it. The whole arena lapped it up and I was red in the face. I called out my submission, and Rebecca let me down. I clutched the white canvas. Maybe I should just quit. 

I got up and went over to my mark. Rebecca looked less angry now, and I didn't know how to take that. "Begin!" rang in from the sidelines. We ripped towards each other. I reached around her back and pulled the strings of her bikini top. 

"Big mistake" she spat. Rebecca planted me on the mat and then climbed on top of me. This time, it was my turn to me smothered by those two massive mammaries. I gasped and sputtered and tried to fight my way out of it but it was beyond useless. For every move I made, Rebecca countered. For every push, there was a pull. 

The darkhaired girl had me, and I could feel the darkness welcoming me. It would have been so easy, just to slip away into the bliss. I wouldn't be Samantha's slave and I could just sit back and enjoy the rest of the match. The darkness was getting closer and closer and my oxygen was running dangerously low. Second round breast smother. I closed my eyes. 

No. No, no way. I wasn't going out like that. I rocked left, then right, and flipped us over. The ravenhaired girl wasn't strong enough to contain my head and soon I was breathing free air. Then it was my turn to play offense. I got an elbow to her throat and Rebecca struggled with it. After several powerful attempts, she nearly got me off, but I remained steady and soon she was tapping the mat. 




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 12



I got off her, encouraged by the success. Her wonderful chest was now on display for the world to see and I got a submission. I found my mark and she found hers and soon we were at it again. This time Rebecca stormed towards me. I was quicker than she thought I was and I darted to the side and got her on the mat in the process. She was under me in a flash, and I got a figure four facelock on her in miliseconds. My now smoothed crotch was right in her face and her neck was in a ton of pain, and she tapped my leg. 

I returned her head to her and stood up. The arrogant and contemptuous look on her face was replaced with a look of sheer hatred. Her doubts were written all across her face now and it was my turn to put my hands on my hips. "Twenty minutes." I taunted. 

"You still have time to lose, honey." The crowd had been wooed by Rebecca's early dominance, but were slowly starting to move to my side. As we made our ways to the starting spots, the crowd urged both of us on. Someone called go and we went. The ravenhaired beauty flew at me and tried to knock me to the mat. I stood my ground and flipped her over my head. She crashed into the mat with a loud "Oof!" and I quickly took advantage of the situation. In one fell swoop I got her lovely bottoms off and exposed her muff to the crowd. Her bush was dark and groomed and I wanted to play with it. I lifted her leg up and began to trib her. 

The low moans she made told me I was having quite the effect on the girl, and the fact that she was desperately trying to crawl away confirmed it. She was mine and I was going to play with her as much as possible. I ground my sex into hers and I could feel her wetness. She began scratching at the mat and groaning more loudly now and I took the opportunity to increase the pace. 

Just as I was really getting into it, one of the judges called time. I sighed and lowered Rebecca's leg and stepped away. She had gotten off light that time, and I wanted so badly to make her cum during the match. I scanned the crowd once again. Yvonne must have been in whatever horrid place Samantha lived. That was a fate that I would do anything to avoid, and it looked like I would have to do quite a lot. Round three was going to have to be good, damn good but I wasn't out of this one yet. 

"Competitors..." 

Rebecca and I came back. Her anger was gone, replaced by cold determination. It was almost scarier, really, but I didn't have the luxury of being scared. I was on the precipice of the most critical few minutes of my life, and this was something I had to do. 

The countdown began came, but I paid it no mind. The only word I cared about was 'begin'. Well, that wasn't entirely true. The words 'hitachi' and 'servant' and 'leather mask' also seemed to bubble up. 

"Begin!" Rebecca and I launched at each other with fury and the crowd went wild. We both struggled for any sort of upper hand. I found one before she did and brought her low. We again struggled when we were both on the ground and unfortunately my opponent found the upper hand and brought an arm down around my neck. I bucked and thrashed and got her off me. Then I was on top of her, securing my own choke. Rebecca wasn't as capable as I was in that regard, and soon she tapped to avoid everything going black. 

I was feeling really triumphant as I rose up off of her but Rebecca showed no signs of change in her face. She was still cool and collected and that worried me. When we both returned to our marks, we were both hunkered down and ready to go. Our naked bodies looked good in the screaming light of the arena and the call to begin yielded both of us launching at each other. Before I could even struggle she threw me down to the mat and spread my legs as wide as they would go. She put her hand around my neck to secure me, then went to work with her hand. 

My back arched. My toes pointed and I tried to wiggle away. I was fighting her as much as I was fighting myself, but both of them seemed pointless. Rebecca was doing wonders on my clitoris and still deeper in my sex. I grabbed the match and tried to claw my way away, but Rebecca held me tight. My leg started shaking and I gritted my teeth. Not only was Rebecca pumping my sopping sex, she was holding my neck tightly and depriving me of oxygen. 

I tapped before I came, but it was only a matter of seconds. Rebecca respected the tap and got off. She showed me her fingers which were positively dripping with my juices. I got up slowly, cautiously, and when I did my knees slammed together. Every person in the arena saw it, and every person in the arena wanted her to make me cum. 

I was determined not to. That would mean she had power over my body for twenty good minutes this evening, and vile servitude to Samantha. I schlepped my way back to the starting mark and Rebecca strutted over. 

The call to begin came, and Rebecca sensed blood in the water. I was not some little minnow to be snapped up, and I brought her to the canvas. I was behind her and we were both sitting. With my legs I spread hers and with my hand I began playing with her as she played with me. Her moans were low, huskier than her voice and wonderfully sexual. She tried to fight it, of course, just as I had and was similarly useless at it. With my free hand I cupped her breast and that sent her to an even higher heaven. 

Unfortunately for Rebecca, we were both facing the crowd and they saw her shame. I looked up at all the people in the audience and they were all licking their chops. They came for this sort of thing and I was happy to give them to them. The darkhaired girl struggled despite herself, despite her low moans, despite her heaving chest. I snaked my hand up to her throat and that sent her into a proper tizzy and I felt her tight little stomach begin seizing. 

Then she had to go and ruin it. She tapped. I sighed and stood up. Rebecca took her sweet time in getting up and it was hard to say I blamed her. She was sort of bent over and her knees buckled. She rose up again and found her mark. 

"Begin!" 

Neither of us were particularly ready to go, but neither of us had an option. We took off towards each other and embraced as much as we tussled. I was just using her to support myself and it looked like she was doing the same. For half a second, it was nice. She ended our little moment and tossed me to the ground. 

Before any further licentiousness could occur, someone called the round. Samantha made her way to the ring while I was standing up. 

"How about another round of applause for both of these lovely ladies." The audience obeyed and Samantha smiled. "Now grant me a second, and we shall see what the night has in store." Samantha walked over to one of the judges. She nodded and went to the next judge. This other judge was a little bit more intense, and Samantha shook her head. While she was doing this, I looked at Rebecca and she looked at me. I had no idea who won, and neither did she. We were both too exhausted to shoot insults at each other. Saying that, if she announced me as the winner that would surely get quite the second wind. 

Samantha conferred with the third judge. This consultation was excruciatingly long and I tilted my head back. The crowd was teeming with excitement but I wasn't paying them any mind. My body and mind and soul were tired. Samantha made her way to the fourth and final judge. This little talk was mercifully short. 

The Tigress returned to the center of the ring, mic in hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's winner is..."



The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 13



Author's Note: The main character in this story is not our beloved Rachel, but instead a new character I am happy to introduce. This does not advance the plot of the 'main story' but is instead intended to flesh out the world of the Tigress Wrestling Club. Consider this a supplemental to the main story.

*****

I took off my police uniform and stuffed it into my bag. A lot of girls got a bit apprehensive when I walked in to the Tigress with it on as people tend to get. But when I put on my workout clothes, I was just like everyone else. The Tigress was good to me in that way. I had to spend all day with a bunch of wannabe Rambos eager to swing their dicks around, and it was nice to relax in an environment that was decidedly feminine.

But maybe relax wasn't the right word. Blow off steam or destress or unwind, but definitely not relax. I was here to make myself fitter not only for my first job but for my second job. Police work isn't easy but wrestling here at the Tigress was another ball game entirely. I had been initiated long ago into Samantha's little club and it was truly enjoyable. Even though my record was not spectacular, I always had fun, and that little extra money on the side was always nice. 

I did have my fair share of issues though. See, I was black, and people had a nasty habit of fetishizing me. I wasn't some strong African princess, ready to take some pretty white girl and dominate her savagely. All the people watching online seemed to think that I was some big dumb brute and there were a sickening amount of references to something approximating 'ebony princess'. I was strong for a woman, sure, but a decent amount of my opponents were stronger than me. I was fast, fine, but all the little cardio bunnies could move more quickly and last longer. I was mean, whatever, but there were some bad bitches like Rebecca and Rachel and Samantha out there who were far crueler than I. I was just Jackie and I was always going to be Jackie despite everyone's expectations. 

The secretary woman waved me over the second I stepped out of the locker room. "Jackie. Samantha will see you after your workout." I nodded at kept going.

My shorts were charcoal black and my shirt was baby blue and when I stepped into the weights area I found a decently crowded gym. The Queen of the Jungle tournament was moving into its second round, and the gym hummed with energy. Everyone was enthralled by every match and I was sure I would be to if I didn't have the beat on both nights the tourney went live. As a wrestler I got a free pass, so I would watch it later. On the way to the free weights I ran into Erin. While I wouldn't count her amongst my closest friends, she was certainly a shade more than an acquaintance so I said hi.

"Hey," Erin responded.

"Did you make it to either night?" I posed. 

"Yeah, made it there Friday, but couldn't make it Saturday." She replied.

"What did you think?" I respected Erin's opinion. The blue haired girl was in about the same boat as me as far as the wrestling club went. We had sparred what felt like a million times despite the fact that we had never had a proper bout and had nearly the same record. I had a few more chalk marks in the win column, but it wasn't many.

"Rachel looked good. Rebecca looked really good." The look on her face told me that Rebecca completely dominated. Both of us had lost to the darkhaired girl, and Erin lost by considerably more. When Rebecca took her prize, she pissed on the floor and made my friend lick it up. I didn't want to remind her of that.

"I don't like Rachel," I offered.

She furrowed her brow. "Why?" 

"I don't know," I sighed, "it's just that she always has some bullshit reason to win. Most girls here try to fight and she coasts on popularity."

Erin shrugged. "She is better than you think she is." The sapphire haired girl might have been right. She had gone against her while I had not. She was the only one, as far as I knew, to reveal Samantha's chest to the world which caused quite a stir amongst the wrestlers. 

My doubts overtook me. "Rebecca is too good, though." I wasn't lying. She was beautiful and strong. To be perfectly honest, I wanted to be like her. Her confidence, her style, her everything. I walked over to the weights and began my routine. Back day. Pull downs, lateral arm raises, lat bar. The works. My back was pretty damn good but it needed work. Everything needed work. I hauled the weights up and forced them down in turn, and soon the hour long workout was complete. The shower was wonderful and hot and I put my clothes on. No police uniform this time, but instead sweatpants and a scruffy University of Louisville top. Before I made it out, I looked at the secretary girl. She arched her eyebrow, which reminded me that I still had an appointment with Samantha.

I knocked on the door. "Come in," came the sharp response.

I stepped inside the office. There was always a slight chill there and I shivered. "Sit." The Tigress pointed to the chair across from hers. I complied. 

"How is the tournament going?" I tried to be nice. Maybe that would earn me some clemency from the cruel woman. After I fought her, she tied me naked to her desk. In between doing official business with my naked body right there she fucked me over and over. I couldn't really complain too much, with the ball gag and all.

She looked directly at me. "Wonderfully. But that is not what I intend to discuss. In my research I have found a rather interesting talent on the horizon and have invited her to our club."
I rested my hand on my chin. "So you want me to fight her?"

The Tigress smiled. "What a delightful deduction. Yes, but there is a little kink. This woman, who likes to be called May Bailey, has a penis."

That took me by surprise. I had never fought anyone with a penis before.

"Let me be clear. May is a lovely woman. She identifies as a woman and we will treat her as such. You are to take her seriously. This is not some freak show at the circus, and you will behave towards her as you have behaved towards everyone else under this roof." Samantha's tone made it clear that there would be no objections. 

"I will wrestle her." I said.

"Excellent. I am trusting you with this match because you are respectful to all your opponents, and I am trusting you to be respectful to her. Until the bonus round, of course. Then, should you win, you may do as you wish." She flicked her hand as she said the last sentence.

"When is it?" I posed.

"Thursday. I talked to the police chief to ensure that you would not be working in the evening. There will be no audience, so it will be just you and her, the judges and the camerawoman. Are there any questions?" Her hands were interlaced and her eyes stared straight into me as she asked.

I shook my head.

"She said she would like to meet you. She is already in our fair city and will be around. So be on the lookout. That will be all."

I stood up and walked out of Samantha's office, then the gym. I only had a few days to prepare. I did not anticipate having any matches for the next few weeks, but I could make myself ready.

Thursday came around. I got off work at noon and immediately went to the gym. There was time for a workout, then I could eat a ton and wrestle May. I was thinking about it all week, and it seemed like it would be fun. While I usually found personal trademarks to be a bit tacky, my police handcuffs were a big hit. It was appropriate too: handcuffs for the policewoman. I pulled my bag out of the police car and walked into the gym. Today was going to have to be a light day, and I was going to have to try and hit everything.

Before too long I was in the weight room. The weights were picked up and dropped as often happens to them. The Haydn blaring into my headphones propelled me to new heights, and I was looking down as I walked to the treadmills. Two Nike running shoes entered my vision and didn't seem to move as I approached them. When I got close, I looked up.

A beautiful woman was standing there. She was clutching her elbow with her arm and her shoulders were up. She had brunette hair in two pig tails and skin the color of porcelain. Her face was round and full and she was more cute than she was pretty. Her eyes were on the greener side of hazel and a nervous smile appeared on her thin pink lips.

"Hi," she said meekly.

"Oh, uh, hey. I am not sure I know you." I replied. Then a wave of realization hit me. I tried to discreetly look down. Sure enough, there it was. A bulge. Not a big one, not a particularly noticeable one, but a bulge nonetheless. "You must be May." Time to see if I could still save myself from an awkward situation.

She nodded. Her smile was still pretty damn goofy. "Yeah, I am going to be your opponent for the evening. I think." Her voice and appearance was positively demure. Her breasts seemed to be of a decent size, but it was hard to tell under her baggy shirt.

"Yeah, why don't we go jog and talk for a bit." I walked over to the treadmill and she followed without saying a word. We both started out at a solid jog. "So what brings you here?" I asked, trying to get the conversation going.

"Uh, I am a big fan. Of the club." She looked down.

"So you're a wrestler?" I probed.

She looked up again. "Yeah. Well, kinda. I do a lot of cam stuff online, and someone asked about wrestling. I looked into it and did a few matches and after a handful I got a call from Samantha. She let me sleep in a room in her mansion and everything.

Figured she had a mansion. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I came down from Ohio. It just looks like it is so much fun."
It was my turn to smile. "Yeah, it really is."

"But I have a few questions." Her giddy, nervous looked disappeared.

"Hm?" I tilted my head.

"Yeah. I have been talking to a few girls here. A lot of you have other stuff you are doing, right?" It looked like she found some more confidence as she jogged.

"Yeah, I work as a policewoman." I affirmed.

"Yeah, so aren't you, like, worried that someone is going to find out? And, like, out you?" Her questions were fairly normal I thought. I thought she was going to talk about kinkier stuff.

"To be honest, not really. None of the guys I work with are particularly interested in our little portion of the internet. One of the guys might have found it, from a few whispers I heard, but nothing ever came of it. It is hard to convince people I do lesbian wrestling on Saturday nights, I guess."

May chuckled. "So no one has ever said anything to you?"

I shrugged. "Once I had a guy come up to me in a bar and rave about how big of a fan he was. And another time, the police chief sort of implied something. But she used to come here all the time and seemed to be more interested in me than she was in judging me. So nothing too serious. Are you worried about that too much?"

"No, I cam. It doesn't bother me at all. This sort of thing is my favorite thing. The glitz of it, I mean." We were both breathing a little bit harder now.

She was right. There was something attractive about it all. Samantha put a drive in all of us, to make us want to be the best. Some to impress her, some to wipe that smile off that face. No one had done it and no one had gotten very close. While I couldn't do it, I hoped the girl who won the tournament could. That was a long shot, but that was the best shot any of us would get. Proving we could beat her under the lights, with the camera present, that just made it that bit more meaningful. The entire world would know that everyone wrestler here had fire in her heart and was not ashamed of anything, win or lose.

"Yeah. Don't let it get to your head though." 

May smiled again. "Never."

We chatted idly about stupid things for the rest of our time on the treadmills. When I got home I ate a hearty portion of spaghetti with some sausages thrown in. While I didn't see her in proper action, May didn't look particularly strong. She came off as pretty straightforward and not really the type to try to hustle me, but I had been wrong before. I rolled up to the gym in my regular car, not the police one. The place looked pretty desolate from the parking lot. I slung my bag over my shoulder. In it was a big strap-on and a pair of handcuffs. As I made my way into the gym I wondered what May would be bringing. She had the necessary equipment to properly fuck a girl and wouldn't need a strap-on. 

There were only so many ways to find out. I crossed the mat where I had wrestled before into the small locker room. The judges were already there but didn't pay me much mind as I tread across the white mats. A bright orange bikini was waiting for me there. I disrobed and pulled it on. I had worn this bikini several times before, and not only did it suit me pretty well, but it had brought me a decent amount of luck. How much luck I needed was still a mystery to me but as I went through my stretches I felt more and more ready.

The buzzer went off and I stepped out onto the mat. May was there as well. She looked nice in her black bikini. Her breasts were nice and round, and I thought it was a damn shame that she felt like she needed to hide them earlier. She waved at me and I waved back. Samantha or someone had prepped her for what was to come so she turned around when the camerawoman zoomed in on her. When it was my turn, I did the same. We both went to our marks and made ourselves ready. I half expected her to be a complete neophyte, but her stance was solid and she looked prepared. Unfortunately for her, I was prepared as well.

"Good luck." She said.

"You too." I responded.

"3...2...1...begin!"

I preferred to be cautious. I guess it was a holdover from my work as a policewoman. If you rushed in, you could get shot or hurt or worse, so I stalked to the side and feel her out. May initially looked like she wanted to bull rush forward, but opted to take the wary strategy I employed. Then I saw my opening. Her base wasn't strong enough. Her legs were too close together and I surged forward and bowled her off her feet. She yelped when she went down and yelped some more when I bent her leg into a submission. I didn't twist her as tightly as I would another girl.

She made me pay the price for taking it easy. Not only did she scramble out of the hold, but she brought me to the mat as well. She mounted me and got a choke down on my throat. Despite my attempts to throw her off me, she maintained the tight choke and soon I was left with no option but to tap. There was a look in her eye as she got up off me. It was the same look the captain gave when I screwed something up. It was a look that told me that I couldn't go easy on her, not anymore, and if I made that mistake again my punishment would be far worse.

I stood up. May was right. That was disrespectful to her and to myself, and anyone who stepped onto the mat deserved at least some respect. My mind was made up as I trod back to the starting mark. There would be no more half measures, no more gimpy submissions. I was going all out. The call to begin came and I tore at May. She was taken aback at my sudden attack and taken farther back when I planted that sweet behind on the mat. The police academy taught us half a thousand ways to restrain a suspect, and those were all in employ here. The girl was smart enough to know that I might go for a choke, but not quite experienced to fight off the powerful armbar that I slapped her in.

After a brief struggle, May tapped. I let her go and we both returned to the upright position. Her leery look from earlier was replaced by a shy smile and I felt a rush of joy as well. This wasn't fantasy bullshit, this was real. I made my way back to my mark, as did she. We were both eager to answer the call to begin.

When it came, she rushed at me. I tried to side step it, but she was fast. Too fast. I was launched onto the mat and May was on top of me in a second. I held off any attempts at submissions or chokes for a bit, but before I knew it she had flipped me over and slapped a terrible Boston Crab on my leg. I tried to crawl away but she had it locked in tight. Much to my chagrin I was forced to tap the mat and get out of it.

She let me go. "You're strong." She said.

"Yeah, thanks." A few drops of sweat began to show on my forehead. My skin was the color of caramel and the sweat was obvious under the glinting lights. From what I could tell there wasn't even one molecule of sweat on her porcelain skin and she looked like we hadn't even done anything.

We both went back to the starting positions. "Begin!" She sprang at me once again. I was more prepared to try and get out of a takedown again but once again she was simply too fast. I was thrown onto my ass and she was right on top of me. While I was ready to fight off another submission her intent was plain to see. I lacked the alacrity to stay fully clothed and she tugged the strings of my bottoms. I tried to cover myself. She took the opportunity to leap on top of me and plant her butt right on my face.

This was a new one. I had all sorts of shit happen to me here on the mat, but a stinkface was something entirely novel. My air was in short supply under May's small, but wonderfully firm cheeks. Initially I was too surprised to react much at all. Then I tried to push her off me to little avail. She began rubbing it in and my desperation increased. I knew if I tapped to a freaking stinkface I would literally never hear the end of it, so I redoubled my efforts to get the woman off of me.

She held on. Like a cowboy on a bucking bronco, like an old sea captain staying sturdy on choppy seas, she held on. I reached out to tap, but the judges called time.

That would have been a disaster. May got up off of me. "Are you alright?" She asked.

I propped myself on my elbows. "No wonder you're a cam girl."

She giggled. "Yeah. Everyone likes my butt."

"It's not as nice as this one." I got up and slapped my nude rear. It wasn't as good as Torie's or anything like that, but it was still pretty dang good. 

She giggled again. "I haven't wrestled anyone as good as you. All the girls I have gone against were pretty weak.

"Yeah, well, we compete against the best here. And you have to train hard." I scratched my head.

"Sure does look like it."

"Competitors," came the harsh reprisal, "to your marks."

The request did not seem so ridiculous and I was happy to comply with it. May seemed ok with it as well. We were there, and we were ready. "Begin!" I charged at her, and she feinted left. She brought me low and was on me in a flash. While she wanted to get aggressive, I wanted to get even. She went for an armbar and I went for her bottoms. A semi-flaccid penis emerged. It was thick looking and probably was a solid six inches. I was too distracted by it to realize what was going on.

May didn't quite get the armbar but she did get another submission. That one was a bit easier and I tapped. She emerged from the little tussle standing up proud. Her dick was handsome. There was no pubic hair to obstruct my view of it.

"Do you like it?"
I looked up at her eyes. Right, this was wrestling, not gawking. I hauled myself up and dusted myself off. Yeah, I did. I liked it a lot. And in the bonus round, I was going to ride the shit out of it after fucking her with a strap-on.

"Yeah. Not as much as you're going to like my strap-on." The coy look on her face told me that she had tasted that humiliating plastic before. Hopefully, she would taste it again.

We both went back to the starting spots, and after the cry came we went at it. She came at me like a cannonball but I was wise to her tricks. She was pure speed, sure, but I was a cop and cops have to be smart. Not only did I avoid the brunt of the damage, but I managed to throw her to the mat as well. She was under me in an instant. We struggled for a second before eventually I found an opening. My hand was on her throat. She pushed me off and I was back on it in a second. She twisted and thrashed and was out from under me.




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 13



As she rose, I rose. I faked forward and she took the bait. I got her in a lock-up and was soon pushing her all over the mat. She didn't let me push her down and I respected her for that. I had to croc roll her to the ground, which was fine by me. I searched for a choke, and she searched for the strings of my bikini top. We both got our wish, and she tapped and I was nude. 

I got up. Pride was not a typical sin of mine, but I was sort of proud of my chest. I was far from the most stacked girl at the gym, but my breasts were nice and round and had a firmness to them. What I didn't like was the fact that they were on display. There was no point in covering them and I just stepped back to my starting mark and faced down May. She still didn't look tired. Sweaty, a little bit exasperated about getting pushed around, but not tired.

Whatever. I could still beat her. The call to clash came and I met it. I grasped at her and was met with nothing. She ducked down, grabbed my hips, and drove me to the mat. I tried to fight off and mount and she tried to fight off my dignity. Her fingers entered my sex. My first attempt to close my legs was met with too much resistance. She kept working me and I began moaning. My second attempt went a lot more smoothly and soon I was out of her grasp. 

I backed off and stood up. There was a mischievous look on May's face as she got on her feet. I couldn't help but notice that she was fully erect now. She came at me and tried to take me down. The attempt was clumsy and I was the one to bring her down. I pulled her top off on the transit and straddled her chest.

Classic mount. I moved for a choke and she fended it off. I moved for a submission and again she battled my hands away. I went to get a better position and the judge called time.

I sighed and got off her. She gladly accepted the offer when I extended a hand to help her off the mat. My chest was heaving and she looked like she took a walk on a hot summer's day. It just seemed slightly unfair, but I knew I needed to hit the treadmill that little bit more. I turned around. Composure was necessary here, especially going into the final round, and I didn't want her to know just how damn tired I was. 

Cock. That was something I hadn't had in a while. It wasn't that it hadn't been offered, but it was just the offered pieces didn't excite me. Not the way her cock did. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about how thick it was and how it could fill me up. How it might send me into a tizzy of sexual ecstasy and...

"Competitors!" I turned around and opened my eyes. There it was. Nice and erect still. 

"What are you looking at?" She asked.

"My next sex toy." I taunted.

"We'll see..." She said.

"To your marks."

We both got in position and hunkered down. "Begin!"

She began, I didn't. The intermission was not enough of a break for me and she charged at me with a head full of steam. I feinted but accomplished little. May met me full on and it didn't matter what dodgy nonsense I tried. She brought me to the mat and quickly secured a submission. I struggled against it as much as I could. None of her speed transferred to power and I was quickly out of it. I rolled away and bounced up.

She tore at me with frightening speed. I hunkered down and braced for impact. When we collided it was with frightening force and despite the reckless rush I held. She could not bring me low from it and it was I who brought her down. I yanked her arm into a brutal armbar and she tapped. We both got up and looked at each other. I thought we were both checking to see if the other one was ok and upon confirming that went back to our marks.

The battle began anew. It was my turn to tear at her and it was her turn to dodge. We both fulfilled our destinies and I crashed down to the mat, aided by nothing except my momentum and my foolish hubris. She was on my back in a second. I could feel her now hardened sex on my back the same way I could feel her two hands searching for any hold she could muster. I writhed and twisted and she found no hold to grab me by and I flipped around. She still had me in a mount. For whatever reason she backed off it for a second and gave me some space to breathe. Just I was getting prepared to get up and launch at her she showed me exactly why she backed off a little bit.

A slender finger entered my sex. I gasped. She held onto one leg with her hand like she was never going to let it go and with the other she began toying with me. I bit my lip. The woman was an expert with my sex as she delightfully danced around my clitoris. Her pace was slow and probing as she tried to test me and my limits. It was a test I failed completely; I was made to forget that we were even wrestling. I clutched the mat and moaned. 

Her little giggle brought me back down to earth. Right, the bout wasn't over yet and I didn't want to get fucked. I began trying to claw my way out of the hold, but she held me tight. A few twists earned me my freedom and I shot up. There was some wetness between my legs and the look on her face told me she picked up on it. She was a little too eager to come at me and I brought her down to the earth.

If she wanted me to be ready so badly, she was going to get a taste of it. I parked my ass right on her face and pinned her hands to the mat. She gave a few muffled cries and struggled against me in protest, but I was stronger than her and I was having my way with her. I ground myself into her face and her rejection of the facesit became louder and stronger. I was still tougher than her but I lost myself in the joy and was unseated for my passion. She was on me like a hound on a wounded rabbit and once again had my legs spread. My sex once again enveloped her finger and once again she had me clutching the mat and groaning.

I struggled against her but she held tight. She brought me higher and higher up the mountain and I felt that it would not be too long before I reached the peak. I scrunched my face up. I was fighting her and I was fighting myself. 

The judges brought an end to my struggle and called time. She released me and I got up. I was still breathing raggedly and she still looked as if nothing was amiss. The judges conferred with each other for a second before the youngest one strolled over to us. She held both of our wrists tightly.

"Tonight's winner is...May!"

I groaned. A newbie beat me. It was shameful.

She walked over to me and forced me on all fours. Something told me that was not going to be the most shameful thing that happened to me tonight. She grabbed my hips firmly and showed me something that I hadn't felt in a long long time. Her cock entered me and I mewled pathetically. The woman knew how to work it and my moans became louder, higher, quicker. Every inch of her wonderful penis was inside me, withdrawing and entering with a steady rhythm. My dignity was the last thing on my mind.

As a matter of fact, nothing was on my mind. Her pace became quicker and her methods rougher as she continued using my womanhood as her plaything. My leg began seizing and my stomach began contorting in waves. Dollops of spit fell out of my mouth as I closed my eyes to keep them from rolling around my head. I wasn't Jackie anymore. I was pure sex, nothing more than my vagina and my raw instincts. Tingles ran down my spines and my toes curled. May once again increased her intensity and her rawness.

I came. It was a primal orgasm, one built on the fact that I was the sub in this situation. My body was wracked with pleasure and I shook violently. May gave me a few more thrusts as I endured one of the longest, most pleasurable orgasms I had ever felt before in my life. Every muscle in my body contracted and then responded with pangs of pure pleasure. I collapsed forward onto the mat. A few of the aftershocks made my legs seize and my stomach contort, and I groaned.

May flipped me over. She was finally sweating now. All I had to do was cum, like I was her bitch. That was easier than I thought. She pulled me into her chest. "Suck." She commanded. I obeyed. Her tits were warm and I was feeling delightfully submissive and I basically worshipped her. First I gave it a few gentle licks, just to tease her a bit. Then I began sucking in earnest and she responded with a few quiet moans. I began sucking harder, and the more she nursed me, the louder her moans became. The feeling that overwhelmed me was a feeling of complete submissiveness. Her breasts were the only things that mattered.

Then she pulled me away. She pulled me to my knees and stood up. Then she inserted her cock into my mouth. I didn't need any instruction and begun eagerly sucking on her cock. Without even saying a word, I knew that her pleasure was the only thing that mattered in any real sense. I wanted to get her to cum, I wanted her semen from the bottom of my heart. My tongue roved down the bottom of her penis and I closed my eyes. She remained stock still as I began slobbering all over her erect cock. The fact that it was covered with my juices just made me all the more eager, all the more subbier.

The moans she made was proof enough that I was rocking her world. I sucked and I licked and I worked her balls for all I was worth. Echoes began bouncing around the small room and filling my ears, and her groans turned into cries. Her leg tensed and that meant I was close, perilously close to her orgasm. Finally, it came. The first warm blast of her seed came far back in my throat, then she withdrew.

The next few came on my face. With every warm load came more and more humiliation. Her white sperm became dripping off of my face and she gave a look of pure satisfaction. I bowed my head, and the judge called time. 

"That was fun," May said. She returned to her room and I stood up. I didn't bother to wipe her cum off my face. That seemed even more humiliating than leaving my shame on there. The locker room I returned to felt bare and uninviting. I laid down on the bench. Tonight was not nearly as fun as I thought it would be.



The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 14



"Rebecca!" The crowd roared and the darkhaired girl looked over at me. I bowed my head and closed my eyes. I just wanted all of this to go away. A little while ago I was a strong fighter, an alpha wolf who would fight off the whole jungle and take the Tigress as a prize, and now I was nothing more than meat for the audience, and worse Rebecca. Rebecca didn't even wait for Samantha to say anything. She snatched the ball gag and the mask and the strap on and the butt plug right from Samantha's hands. I knew what would be first, as it was first last time. The ravenhaired girl yanked the strap-on up and put me on my knees. 

I looked up into her green eyes, naively expecting a look of mercy. There were glitters of malevolence, drops of disgust and massive helpings of bare superiority. 

"Suck it, slut. We have all the time in the world." I wrapped my lips around the toy and the crowd went wild. I flushed with embarrassment as her invective implement filled my mouth. The audience went wild as she shamed me and she tossed her long mane of black hair back to their delight. Her hands were on her hips and my heart was in my stomach as I covered the toy in slobber. "Not good enough." Rebecca began thrusting and forced the toy far back into my throat. I spluttered and tried to withdraw but she held my brilliant red hair. I tried to shut my eyes to stop from crying. "No," she commanded, "look at me." 

Her countenance glowered with malice and those pretty green eyes were two orbs of stygian sadism. Tears ran down my face, tears of pain and tears of shame. Rebecca just laughed callously and pushed me down to the canvas. I was still pretty wet from the match, and my darkhaired dom keyed into it. But she wasn't going to just fuck me. She had to make it all the more humiliating. I winced and moaned in pain as Rebecca shut my ass with her buttplug to which the crowd responded with manic glee. 

Rebecca placed me on my hands and knees and made me face the crowd. I wanted to say that was the worst part: the fact that I had to face down thousands of people who would see my body desecrated and cheer. But it wasn't the worst, not by a long shot. The worst thing was the fact that Rebecca had plunged her toy deep into my sex with no warning and it made me mewl like a pig in heat. The ravenhaired girl knew I was already soaked and already halfway there and saw little reason to slowly and assiduously build up my orgasm. The foundation was there and all Rebecca had to do was pound away at it. 

And pound she did. Her thrusts were rhythmic and measured to get inside me as roughly and as deeply as she possibly could. My body betrayed my pride and tingles of pleasure shot down my back even as waves of humiliation washed over me. I clutched at the mat, doing my best to stave off an orgasm, but it was a pointless endeavor. Rebecca was too experienced, too skilled, and too good. The more the darkhaired girl worked me, the more pathetic I became. My mouth hung open and the burning sense of indignity in my mind was slowly replaced with nothing, ecstasy, bliss. My inevitable climax began creeping towards me as pure pleasure began emanating from my sex. With every thrust, she would move the butt plug that was inside me. Erotic ecstasy threatened to completely overwhelm me. 

Then she stopped and flipped me over. "I want to see your face when you cum." She hissed. I tried to maintain eye contact with her as long as I could but my body would not allow it. The motion would not lend mercy and my eyes began rolling back in my head as Rebecca increased the pace and furiousness of the fucking. My arms splayed out and my legs began quaking at a Richter 9. There was no stopping the moans coming out of my mouth nor was there stopping the jeers of the crowd as Rebecca held sway over my body. The brash redheaded wrestler inside me had left and in that moment I was nothing more than plaything for Rebecca, and I loved it. 

The muscles in my stomach began seizing violently and my toes curled. The delighted audience may as well have been on Mars as the only person who mattered right now was Rebecca and her wonderful strap-on. My concupiscent desires overtook me completely and I felt my climax speeding towards me. 

Rebecca thrust into me powerfully, roughly, and quickly before my dam broke. It felt as if every single muscle I had seized with massive force. The darkhaired girl kept going at me which only served to increase the intensity of my already intense orgasm. My cries echoed off the ceiling of the arena as my legs began spasming beyond control. My body was racked with pulse after pulse of pure pleasure and I collapsed back as my eyes rolled up. Rebecca withdrew and looked down at me. My honey dripped off her strap-on. The look on her face was a mix of haughty contempt and lascivious pride. 

The darkhaired girl bent down and picked me up. I slumped against her and she turned me around so my front faced the crowd. There was nothing I could do to resist it, as none of my muscles would obey. I was putty, and I was on display, by Rebecca, for the delight of the crowd. My honey still dripped down my leg and I wasn't able to focus on anything in particular but I knew the crowd was going wild at the fact that my naked, toned figure was just there for the whole world to see. 

"Slut! Slut! Slut!" Rebecca chanted. The crowd chanted along and soon the arena was filled with nothing but the sounds of brutal mockery. I had been defeated humiliatingly, I had been fucked humiliatingly, and now I was being insulted humiliatingly. The derogatory word seemed to get louder and louder with every iteration and I was in no position to react. They were right. They were all right. At the moment, with my body on display, with my body useless and my mind still feeling the ravages of one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced, I was a slut. Rebecca had molded me into something worth nothing more than my vagina. Despite the sexual delirium clouding my vision I spotted Samantha with her arms crossed and smug satisfaction on her face. 

"Slut! Slut! Slut!" I felt like crying. Well, that wasn't entirely true. I would have felt like crying if I felt anything more than sheer sexual ecstasy. The darkhaired beauty pushed me down and I fell onto the mat. Derogatory chants aimed directly at me still bounced around the arena as Rebecca flipped me over to face her. Her face reminded me of a bobcat's, with its predatory grin. Rebecca walked over me and squatted just above my face. I groaned. What came next was no surprise to anyone, least of all me. 

A warm trinkle of pee splashed over my face. The humiliation alone made me feel like never showing my face in the arena, in the gym, in the world ever again. She had beaten me, fucked me, and was now pissing on me like I was her property. "Open your mouth." She demanded. 

I complied. The degradation increased tenfold. I could do nothing against the strong and beautiful Rebecca as she humiliated me further. Her warm fluids entered my mouth and I choked for a second. "Swallow." Her command was curt and I obeyed obsequiously. It was warm and disgusting tasting and the crowd became absolutely raucous. 

Rebecca finished and stood up. "I told you that you would drink piss." She marched over to her mask and ball gag and stood over me. The crowd bayed when she held the item up for them and looked down at me. She would not even grant me the dignity of having my own face. The mask came on over my head with some force. There were no slits for eyes, only mouth. Then my mouth was forced open and Rebecca applied the ball gag to it before strapping it around my head. My senses were now completely deprived as she folded me in half so that my knees were nearly on top of my shoulders. 

She then entered me again. I thought my sex would have been tired after such a rough fucking, but when the wet plastic came into me I gasped with delight. Rebecca eviscerated me again as she held my legs nearly against the canvas. She was right on top of me and her massive breasts spilled over onto my own which added a lovely rubbing mix to the pleasure. 

From such a vulnerable position, it was hard not to feel all the pleasure of her deep thrusts. It was even harder not to feel immense pleasure from each and every one of them. Despite the ecstasy of the crowd, I could hear her grunting. That made it so much worse. 

But her rough thrusts made it so much better. In no time at all another orgasm was welling into a massive hurricane that threatened to blow me away. I tried to moan, but it was muffled by the ball gag. The fact that I could not see anything heightened my senses that much more. The butt plug humiliating me increased my pleasure wonderfully. 

I tried to struggle against her but she held me in place. My pitiful attempts to resist only made her drive into me harder. Pleasure once again consumed me as the pounding continued. My leg twitched and Rebecca started slowing down, going in me long and deep. The euphoria became otherworldly as Rebecca's long toy inched into me and out of me erotically. 

I could not take it anymore. I came again, harder than the first time. Although I could not see it, I felt myself squirting like a fountain. Rebecca was cruel enough to give me a few more pumps before withdrawing from me completely. My legs flopped down to the mat and through the din I heard someone call time. 

There was no reaction. My body was still too groggy, too overwhelmed with pleasure to respond in any sort of coherent way. I just lay there, soaked in my own juices until I felt an arm bend down to pick me up. I was half-carried half-dragged into what must have been the locker room, where I was parked on the wooden bench. An unknown amount of time passed before I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

"You are a very silly girl." Someone undid the ball gag around my head and I breathed freely for the first time in a while. "You should have taken my deal." A few quick tugs were enough to get me out of my mask. There was Samantha standing there with a self-satisfied look on her face. 

I said nothing. 

"You will have one day of freedom. I suggest you use it wisely. Further instructions will be sent to you tomorrow." With that, Samantha turned and walked away, her high heels clacking against the floor. 

The rest of the night went by in a fog. It hadn't fully dawned on me that I was to be a servant yet and the afterglow of the two orgasms still pervaded my body. I dreamt of nothing and the next morning when I woke up, my whole body was sore. That is when it fully hit me that I would be Samantha's pet. The thought made me shudder but I knew it was all my fault. Why did I have to be so prideful? Rebecca was the favorite to win the whole thing, and I thought I had the sheer moxy to take her on. 

I slumped. The cellphone on my nightstand chirped which informed me of a text message. Samantha. Wonderful. "Pack one pair of gym clothes, one evening gown, five pairs of underwear. A car will pick you up at 5 in the evening." I threw my phone across the bed. Nothing occurred to me. I had no idea what I should do all day. Running away seemed so cowardly even if it was enticing. No, I knew I had to face the music. 

Five o' clock came and my phone buzzed. "Outside." I slung the bag over my shoulder and went out to meet whatever fate awaited me. The little secretary girl was idling in a car near the bottom of the steps. I climbed in. 

The drive there was longer than I expected. It was out of the city limits but not by long. The neatness of suburbia gave way to the seemingly unending farmland and horse ranches. The slow rolling hills would have been pretty near the end of the day but my mind was not frolicking there. No, I was in the future, wondering what abuses Samantha would heap upon me. The woman driving the car was quiet for the duration of the journey and I was mute as well. 

After getting through a tall and impressive iron gate, we found ourselves near the front entrance to Samantha's mansion. I got out of the car and slung my bag over my shoulder. I almost felt bad, wearing jeans and a t-shirt into a place as glamourous as this, but I had no option at this point. The door was ornate and seemed almost as intimidating as Samantha, but I managed to get it open. 

"In the kitchen." Samantha's voice was unmistakable. I wasn't entirely sure where the kitchen was but my intuition had proved correct. Samantha was sitting at the head of a long glass kitchen table, which let me see that a naked Maddie was serving as her seat, as the girl was on all fours. The Tigress had a glass of red wine in front of her and a lovely black dress on. "I have taken the luxury of preparing some dinner for you. Yvonne." She snapped her fingers. The French girl appeared, naked as well, with a plate of something brown and disgusting looking. I pulled a chair back. 

She shook her head and chuckled. "No, you're going to go on all fours and eat it." Yvonne put the dish on the floor and Samantha looked at me. I hesitated and opened my mouth. She silenced me with a finger. "According to your contract, if you do not obey all reasonable requests, all of the money you would have won is forfeit. If you try to make a break for it, same thing. If you label something as pornography as opposed to work when you draw up a contract, you can get a lot done. Interesting, that." She took a long draw of her red wine and stared at me as if to challenge me. It was a challenge that I could not raise myself to and I looked away. 

"Now, on all fours and eat it. It is good for you." I closed my eyes as I got on my hands and knees and ate the gruel that was in front of me. It was obviously packed with all sorts of vitamins and protein, but that didn't make it taste any better. "What you are eating is my own special recipe. It is what I ate to be as strong as I am today. But it is of little importance. Let us talk about what you will be doing while you are in my lovely home. All of the women I have taken have their own role. Your French friend is in charge of the kitchen, for example. And she has such a refined tongue so she is responsible for pleasing me with it in other ways." I knew what that meant. "The wrestler I have chosen as my seat is Maddie," she wiggled her bum, "as she is nice and soft." 

She took another sip of wine. "Which brings us to you. What are you going to do here? See, I place a high value on cleanliness and I have never really felt a great urge to own a dog. Not a real dog, at any rate." My heart sank. Oh no oh no oh no. "So you will be the dog of the house until our fun time together comes to an end. I have taken the liberty of arranging some little presents for you. Jessica!" She barked. 

Jessica walked in and placed dog ears on my head and a dog bowl in front of me. She scraped the food from the plate into the bowl. "Eat." I did as Samantha bid to my humiliation. "You will of course be surrendering your cell phone, wallet, and anything else you have on you for the duration of your stay. Oh, silly me, I nearly forgot. Girls, rid our new guest of her clothes." As if out of nowhere, the rest of Samantha's servants descended upon me and disrobed me. I tried to cover myself up. "None of that," Samantha warned, "I am to see you." I stopped concealing my body. "Good. And put your ears and tail back on." Not only was I stripped of the dignity of being a fighter, I was nothing more than a barking dog. The ears on my head were the most humiliating things I had ever felt. 

"Now, if you will excuse me, I must be off. Yvonne, I shall return in a four hours' time. Get her ready for me by the time I return. Until then, she can stay in the cage you saw earlier. Torie, collect her things and put them where I showed you." She stood up and left. I looked at my friend who gave me a sympathetic glance while Torie did as she was told. 

"What does she mean, get me ready?" I asked. 

Yvonne closed her brown eyes and shook her head. "She heard you still have your anal virginity. She is going to take that." I grimaced. "Now please come along. This is humiliating for both of us." She led me into the living room. It was a lovely set up, with a lowered almost pit in the middle. She owned several large TVs and luxurious leather couches but right in the middle was my piece of furniture. A metal cage, just big enough for me to get into on my hands and knees. I gulped as I climbed in. The French girl shut the door behind me and I looked up at her. She closed her eyes and walked away. 

There were no comfortable positions inside the cage and the metal was cold against my skin. I felt fairly resigned to my fate. How did I think I could stand up to Rebecca and Samantha? I felt so weak, so pathetic. All the while endless horrid possibilities passed through my mind. This was already abusive and degrading and this was just the beginning. Would she humiliate me in public? Would she force me to do things with the group? 

Suddenly, my cage rattled. There stood Jessica, recoiling from a kick. "Hey there hot stuff." 

"Fuck you." I said, as if I were in a position to threaten anyone. 

"Listen, I was talking to the girls and we've decided we don't like you. Not one bit. Even if Samantha wanted to defend you, which she doesn't, there is no stopping us. We are going to find you and bad things are going to happen." Jessica put her foot up on the cage and flexed her leg muscles. 

"I took you twice, if you want to get fucked a third time..." 

"Shut the fuck up. That was in the ring and on the mat. Y'know, with rules. There are no rules here. This is prison for all of us and you are going to be my prison bitch." With that, Jessica walked away. Her naked body was alluring in the light, but it seemed a lot less attractive knowing that she was going to be trying to bring the pain all the time. After she left the room, I gulped. I could take her, but I could not take her and all the other girls. Yvonne would be in my corner, but that was still too few by my count. 

The rest of the time passed without incident. Yvonne appeared, which I recognized as an ominous sign. Samantha was on her way. The French girl sighed as she opened my cage. I crawled out of it and stood up. 

"This is going to be very painful," Yvonne began, "And Samantha wants it that way. Follow me. Before anything, we need to get you showered." 

The thought of the pain Samantha would visit upon me made me feel like running away and disappearing completely. I wanted to blink myself into non-existence, I wanted to cry, I wanted to make some heroic stand against her. But I knew all of those were foolish. This wasn't going to go away and crying was only going to earn me a more brutal fucking undoubtedly. Any attempts at some stand against her would surely be met with her beating me as if I were nothing and taking me anyways. I complied and followed Yvonne. The shower was already hot and running. 

"I have been instructed to give you this, this and this." Yvonne offered soap, shampoo and conditioner. "She likes her pets to all smell a certain way. She wants you to be perfect for her. You have three minutes to prepare yourself." The French girl closed the curtain and I scrubbed away. Soap and water ran down the contours of my body, over and under my arms, through my abs and down my powerful legs. My limbs were on autopilot as I scrubbed myself clean for my domme. If someone had seen me, they would have commented on my thousand yard stare. 

The three minutes came and went and a hand reached in to turn the shower off. Yvonne threw the curtain open and lent me a hand to step out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around myself as I was led to the mirror. 

"Dry yourself off," Yvonne said as she started up the hairdryer. Warm air made my hair fly in a hundred different directions. But I was not there. I was in the car with Samantha coming closer and closer still, with many instruments of sexual domination surely along for the ride. I couldn't even bear to look at Yvonne. 




The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 14



"What did she do to you?" I asked. 

Yvonne gulped. "First, she handcuffed all of us and forced us on our knees. We were all face down with her behind us. She took us, one by one. She made a game of it. The first one to cum lost. I held out as long as I could, but she was too good. I came hard and quick. She made me worship her from her toes to her neck, all the while slapping me and hurting me. Then I had to suck everyone's breasts, before she took me downstairs..." 

I shook. From fear, from intimidation. I didn't know what was in the basement but I could tell from Yvonne's tone that it was nothing pleasant. When I tried to stand up, the French girl seated me again. "She wants to put make-up on you, yes?" 

I hated make-up. The tomboy in me raged against it but to risk Samantha's displeasure was not something I could afford to do. I felt like a painted whore as Yvonne artfully shaped my face up. Once, I had been a wrestler, a fighter, an athlete. But now I had been reduced to making myself pretty for a woman stronger than me. Finally, the French girl primped my hair to perfection. If I were out on the town, I would have gotten a hundred compliments. But I wasn't. I was about to be fucked by Samantha.  

"This way," Yvonne beckoned. She led me back to the living room. Or fucking room as it were. Some little helper had removed my cage and all the other girls were standing there. Torie had a set of dog ears, a collar and a leash in her hands, Jessica a strap-on, and Maddie some lube. "On all fours." I got there just in time to hear the side door open. 

Sounds which could have only been Samantha's footfalls rapidly approached. She shuffled a bit and perhaps her dress hit the floor. I couldn't quite tell. "Torie." Her voice was curt and clear. I tried to ignore the fact that a collar was placed around my neck and ears on my head. "Jessica." My exhale was audible. "Maddie." Something delightfully wet splashed around my backside and presumably the strap-on as well. 

"Ladies," I could hear Samantha talking as she got on her knees behind me, "we have a unique case tonight. All of you know my strength, my skill, my experience, some of you more than others. But none of you have seen my brutality, not in its full measure. Not yet." I inhaled sharply as she put her hands on my hips. "This is but a taste of things to come. Your bodies will break before your minds do, but both will come to an end. First, you must learn the price of defiance." 

Something long and plastic entered my ass. I nearly shrieked in pain but covered my mouth. Samantha pulled the leash harshly and I bucked up. "No one said you could talk, doggy." I did my best to close my mouth, but the pain was too much. My mouth hung open then was shut with gritted teeth, then hung open again. The Tigress felt me out slowly and painfully and I responded like a hog in heat. I tried to get away from her but two strong hands on my hips prevented my escape. 

"Don't fight it." I didn't. The pain had subsided and had given way to pleasure. Soon, the moans of pain became groans of pleasure as Samantha kept plugging away. Imperceptibly, Samantha had picked up the pace and heightened the pleasure. My eyes were closed shut but had they been open they would have seen the mixture of reactions my grunts and moans brought about in the room. Disgust with a twinge of sadness flecked Yvonne's face while Jessica looked on unrestrained glee. Torie and Maddie looked on with lust and fear in turn. All the while Samantha showed nothing other than sheer dominance. 

As much as I hated myself for it, I was beginning to enjoy it. The Tigress had pushed me over the edge and all that was below me was a great interminable chasm. I was racing downward as quickly as I possibly could. Sexual ecstasy and humiliation emanated around my body and I clenched the floor below me. I opened my eyes to the situation to find self-hatred and pure pleasure. Samantha entered me harder and harder still and my body overtook my mind and my pride and my self-esteem. The noises coming from my mouth would shame a porn star but I could not help it. 

The forces of Samantha's thrusts forced me forward and soon I lacked even the strength to hold myself up. I went face down into the floor as Samantha worked me. There was no use in trying to fight off the pleasure of it any longer as Samantha grabbed a handful of my shining red hair and pulled. 

I yelled out. Something that maybe was an orgasm and maybe wasn't overwhelmed me. I shook and shivered violently as I seized up and broke loose. I had never encountered anything quite like it in all my sexual experiences and it left me feeling strangely good and very shamed. Samantha took that as the impetus to withdraw from me. She walked over and stood with on foot on my head. The Tigress never could resist the urge to rub it in. 

"You have come to know me, as I am sure many of you think, quite well. But if you think you have seen the full measure of my cruelty and dominance, you are naïve. Do not fool yourself into thinking there will be any mercy for any of you. I will take from you everything you have. Let poor little Rachel here serve as an example." She removed her foot from my head. "Everyone may now return to their sleeping stations. Rachel, you are coming with me." 

Everyone began filing out of the room. I gulped. She had already brought me low, taking my anal virginity. It seemed as if the horrors of the evening were only going to continue. Samantha was already walking away and I began waddling as quickly as I could after her. Apparently she was not fully nude when she took me as her black lingerie attested to. She glided up the stairs and down a hallway without saying a word before she opened the door to what must have been the master bedroom. 

The lights came on with a flick of her wrist. She turned around, her strap-on still dangling between her hips. She dropped it to the floor with a flourish. "Undress me." I did as I was told with efficiency. "Come to bed." She gave me little choice in the matter as she grabbed my red hair and dragged me. The Tigress flung the covers back and tossed me onto the bed. She slid in right afterwards and lay back down. Soon, my head was on her shoulder. The bed was positively gargantuan and I could have slept about three yards away from her if she wanted me to, but no, that wasn't the message Samantha wanted to send. She wanted to tell me that she could always keep me close. She plucked the ears off of my head and tossed them to the floor. 

She snapped her fingers and an unknown hand entered the room and turned the lights off. "I have had such a long day," her tone seemed to beg me to say something and I resisted the urge, "and I will not hear you speak. When you arise, you are to wake me with your tongue." I felt humiliated. My captor would have me wake her with oral sex. "Now sleep. You have a long day tomorrow." 

I could already feel Samantha's body begin to shut down. Her tight muscles began to relax. Even then, the woman still felt like a fierce jungle cat with its strength and sublime beauty rolled into one malevolent package. My body, on the other hand, was abuzz with sex and shame and lust and my mind churned. I felt so helpless next to her. She had pressed my body against hers and I could feel how superior she was. The Tigress was gorgeous and strong and dominant in all the ways I was not. We both knew that my body was hers to do whatever she wished to with and there was nothing I could do about it. 

I still smelled of it. The sex. The fact that my body was no longer my own. The fact that I was a dog for her. The collar around my neck was a brutal reminder of that and I had no doubt that there was more brutality to come. Samantha's breathing had slowed considerably and I felt the rise and fall of her chest. It occurred to me that I could choke her right then and there and honestly I thought I could have strangled her. But I didn't. That would have been a dishonor to such a fine specimen. Someway, somehow, someday, I was going to take her down. It would be fair and righteous and afterwards I would give her the fucking of the century. But for right now, I was hers. 

I dreamt but I did not have a nightmare.