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Countermove Ch. 01

By: ChrystalWynd



Okay, to wrestlers and wrestling purists please accept my apologies for any mistakes or inaccuracies in this story. I am not a wrestler and can only work through visualization so I'm sure there are many glaring deficiencies.

To wrestlers and wrestling purists (and anyone else) who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story.

This story takes place in the fictional town of Chrystal Heights. This is not significant in any way other than I hope to continue creating stories involving this town.

The people and events in this story are fictional and do not represent anyone or anything from real life.

Synopsis: Shannon dominates her wrestling federation through a combination of kick-ass-iveness and mental persuasion, and her colleagues will attest that losing to Shannon usually means losing more than just the match. But what happens when Shannon faces an opponent with the same abilities?

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The redhead landed on her back with a thud that shook the ring and brought the beer-soaked crowd to its feet. It was an impressive reversal and the redhead, visibly dazed, obviously hadn't been expecting it. Her dark-haired opponent kneeled down and cradled the redhead's legs, pinning her shoulders to the ground. The referee went to a knee and slapped the mat in 3 quick bursts, signaling a successful pin.

The crowd burst into a raucous cheer. They knew what would happen next.

The redhead- her name was Debbie, better known as Wildfire- shook her head as if to clear it, then slowly got to her feet. Her emerald green bikini complemented her lovely green eyes and contrasted nicely with her fiery red hair. The referee had already turned to her with his hand out knowing, as the crowd did, what the pin signified. Debbie sighed and untied the top of her bikini, slipping it off and handing it to the referee. Her now bare C-cup breasts were not unimpressive and they jiggled as the girl made her way back to the center of the ring to the cheers and catcalls of the crowd. She assumed her position opposite her opponent and prepared to resume the match. This was part of what drew the hundreds of spectators that filled the auditorium to standing room only- losing her top did not mean the end of the match. It was only the beginning.

Her opponent was Shannon, also known as Onyx, and she moved with an athletic grace and economy of motion that was befitting for the defending champion 3 years running. Shannon wore a black bikini that displayed her athletic body admirably. Everyone yearned to see what was underneath, but that almost never happened. That was why she was champion.

Debbie circled Shannon now, hands moving, searching for an opening. She reached in and gripped Shannon's wrist, attempting to control the champion's arm. To Debbie's dismay Shannon grabbed her wrist with her free hand, twisted around and flipped Debbie over her shoulder so that she once again slammed against the mat on her back with a thud. She felt Shannon twist her wrist then, forcing her to roll to her belly, and then Shannon was straddling her lower back but yanking both of Debbie's arms up above her head. She felt Shannon wrap her arms around Debbie's upper arms, pinning them above her head, and then Shannon simply leaned back, forcing Debbie's bared upper body to be freely revealed to the cheers of the crowd. Arms pinned above her head and stomach muscles stretched painfully, Debbie could only grit her teeth as the referee timed the hold. After an eternity the referee finally yelled, "Break! Submission hold pin! Black's point!"

Again Debbie got to her feet, the referee already standing with his hand out. Cheeks flaming, Debbie slid the bottom of her bikini over her hips and down her thighs, her bare feet finally stepping out of the bottoms. Her toenails were painted red. Bimbo red. She picked up her bikini bottom and handed it to the referee, blushing as she stood naked before the cheering crowd. Her sex was shaven completely smooth.

As she got into position she quickly perused her options. Wrestling naked was never easy, and wrestling Shannon- even when dressed- was even tougher. She couldn't afford another pin- that would mean the end of the match- so she needed a plan. Of course, Shannon would be expecting a trick, but what if she went with a classic hold instead? Buoyed by her plan, she launched herself at Shannon, knocking her to the mat. Moving quickly, she planted her foot between Shannon's thighs, grabbed the champion's ankle and twisted, then scissored her own leg over Shannon's now pinned ankle in a classic figure 4 leg lock. She felt a rush of exultation as she felt her legs take hold and she gripped with all her strength. But something was wrong. Too late she realized that she had been set up- Shannon had already begun the countermove by rolling to her side and then to her stomach. Debbie, now on her belly as well, felt the pressure shift and suddenly the pain in her locked legs was overwhelming. She gasped, eyes wide, and began squealing "Submit! Submit! I submit!" The referee was already spreading his flattened palms, indicating a submission and end of match. The MC announced into the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen....the winner by submission....Onyx!"

And just like that the match was over. But only the match. The fun was just beginning.

Her legs finally released, Debbie stretched her limbs out tentatively. They seemed to be in working order. And that was good given that Shannon already stood over her with a thick strap-on toy locked to her hips. Debbie bit her lower lip nervously. She suspected this wasn't going to go well for her.

Shannon reached out and gripped Debbie's hair, pulling the redhead to her knees. Debbie blushed but wrapped her lips around that thick toy and began to slide her mouth up and down the shaft. Debbie, of course, had no choice- the winner of a match always got to choose how the loser got fucked. Her lips sealed tightly around the shaft, she glanced up at Shannon's eyes, hoping to receive a rare moment of mercy from Shannon. But Shannon's eyes held hers and suddenly Debbie couldn't look away. Something inside Debbie's head shifted fluidly and all Debbie could think about was sucking cock. Yes...she had to suck cock. Tonight. No, sooner. Damn, she needed a cock in her mouth. And cum. In her belly. Yes....sweet cum. Soon. Perhaps Marty would let her....

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I finished my shower and walked to my locker as I towel-dried my black hair. I had to give Debbie credit for balls. That last maneuver would probably have worked against a less experienced wrestler. Still, Debbie should have known better than to try that shit with me. I know all the counter-moves. All of them. I can reverse anything thrown at me and Debbie knows that. That's why she now needed to suck cock like a slut in heat. I don't like being insulted. Still, I did respect her balls, so I had limited her cock-sucking obsession to a week.

I studied my 23 year-old body in the mirror for a moment before I got dressed. Black hair just past my tanned shoulders. Slim and athletic. Smallish B-cup breasts. Trimmed pubic hair. Just the way I liked it. None of those bimbo curves on me, thank you very much. That was for the losers.

I pulled on jeans and a black tank top and glanced around the locker room. Some of the other girls were in various stages of undress but I grinned at one thing they all had in common. Every one of them was shaved smooth. The only one who had any pussy hair was me- only me. A trademark of mine, if you will. When you lost to me you lost on several levels. Every girl also sported bimbo red fingernails and toenails as well, simply because I enjoyed making them look girly whether they liked it or not. Petty? Well, yes, but there you are. I don't apologize for it.

After I finished dressing, I walked down the hall and opened the door to Marty's office. No, I didn't knock, so don't bother asking. As I walked inside I could see Marty leaning back in his office chair, mouth open as a mass of red hair bobbed between his thighs. Debbie already at work, no doubt. I just crossed my arms and leaned against a file cabinet to wait.

I didn't have to wait long. I heard a muffled squeal of pleasure from under the desk- Debbie getting a mouthful, I surmised- and Marty started to shake soundlessly. This went on for several seconds and I could swear I heard Debbie slurping and gulping. Marty then sat back, obviously breathless, and finally took in my presence.

He scowled and said, "Jeez, Shannon, couldn't you have waited 'til I was finished to come barging in here?"

Marty was the manager of the wrestling show. Or, if you asked Marty, he was the president of our wrestling federation. You may have never met Marty, but if you've ever bought a car from a used car lot then you know him. He was barely my height- 5'8"- and he was a bit pudgy. Not really fat, but soft. His thin hair was just starting to recede and he had a grubby little mustache. He was a bit of a weasel, but not really a bad guy as long as you kept an eye on him. He had some brains, too. Not as much as he thought he did, but he could be clever at times. The wrestling show had been his idea, after all, and he was making good money from it. Well, we were making good money from it. That was the reason I was here to see him now.

I grinned at his comment. He was feeling too good from his blowjob to put any real heat into his words. Debbie stood up and wiped at her mouth self-consciously, cheeks blazing, and I only gave her a slight smirk as she made her way around the desk and passed me without a word. I waited until Debbie closed the door behind her before I turned back to Marty.

"You're welcome," I said.

He grunted. "Part of the deal. You hold me up for 30% of the gate, so I deserve a little side action from your...." He waved his hand in a vague manner. "...whatever it is you do."

"Mental persuasion, Marty," I explained yet again. It wasn't accurate, but it didn't matter. He had never been able to fully understand what it was I could do. Hell, I had no real idea what it was I did, but I wasn't going to let *him* know that. "I can mentally see their mind with my own and I can change their urges and drives and habits and even their orientation. I'm not adding anything, just rearranging what they already have."

He hitched up his pants and pulled up his zipper. "Yeah, but you give 'em blonde hair and big tits and stuff."

I gave an exaggerated sigh. "Yes, but I'm not growing them or changing their hair color myself. I'm just changing the cells and DNA that determine that stuff. No girls have ever left the ring with double D's after a match with me or suddenly had blonde hair. No, they went home and over the next week or so those changes took place. So I'm not giving them big tits; their body is growing big tits."

He pulled out a drawer and took out a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Jeez, you talk like a lawyer. If you're giving 'em big tits, just say you gave 'em big tits. Don't try to baffle me with that science shit."

I grinned at Marty's grumbling. His baffle remark was a reflection of his motto, "If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance, baffle 'em with bullshit," and it was an accurate description of how he did business. He didn't dazzle all that often, but he could baffle with the best of them.

"Besides," I said with exaggerated patience, "I don't send them *all* home like that."

"No," he agreed, "Sometimes you do worse. Like that chick you made piss herself last week. In the ring."

I shrugged. "She kept calling me 'Little girl'. She looked like the little girl to me when she left." She wouldn't have bladder control for about a year either, but Marty didn't know about that part. No real point in telling him.

"And the bitch you made play with herself last month? In the ring?" 

I shrugged again. "She called me a cunt. I didn't appreciate it." Marty hadn't been real happy about that one. I was still undefeated after 3 years and Marty had trouble setting up matches for me against the other girls because I had beaten them all several times. Losing against me cost each of them their pussy hair and they all had the aforementioned bimbo red fingernails and toenails. They didn't know how but they all knew I had done something to them to make them do it. Not that it mattered that they knew- they couldn't do anything about it and they would continue to shave themselves and paint their nails until I let them stop. Still, it had created match-up problems for Marty because he couldn't market his best wrestler if he didn't have opponents for her. He finally solved the problem in two ways- one, every girl was required to wrestle against me in turns, one per night on an alternating basis, and two, Marty opened up audience participation night. Any woman in the audience could face me for a potential five thousand dollar prize. Like I said, occasionally Marty came up with good ideas. Many had tried their luck but no one had collected the prize yet. It was this last idea that had really started packing the house lately; everyone wanted to see a non-professional humiliated in the ring after losing to me. Still, making that bitch finger herself in the ring had shook up the crowd; there were no more volunteers to fight me that night and Marty had worried- needlessly, in my opinion- about the effect it could have on future attendance. He always worried about the business angle.

"You're getting wild, Shannon. You're losing perspective. You're supposed to keep a low profile, remember? You want everyone to know what you can do? And what if you get too overconfident and lose a match? Your mystique ends once you lose, you know. And your 30% bank from the gate doesn't make you much if no one's paying to get in, does it?"

I laughed out loud. "Lose? Me? You worry too much, Marty. That's not gonna happen. And that 30% is why I'm here now. The crowds are getting bigger and you know damn well I'm the reason they're here. I want 40% now. And a quarter of the profits from the concession stands. And I mean all the concession stands....that includes the beer and souvenir stand as well."

Well, I have to say Marty couldn't have looked more surprised if I had hit him in the face with a wet cat. He actually sputtered for several seconds before he could speak. "40%?!? A quarter of the concessions?!? Are you out of your fucking mind?!?" he screamed.

I looked at him calmly. "This place is filling up every night, Marty. You're not gonna go broke. You're making a bunch of money off me and I just want my cut, that's all."

He screamed again. "But 40%?!? And a quarter of the concessions?!? That's fucking highway robbery!"

"No, it's not, Marty," Then I narrowed my eyes and made my voice hard. "And stop screaming at me. Now."

He opened his mouth to scream again, then apparently changed his mind. Instead his voice took on a wheedling note. "Aw, come on, Shannon, don't be like that. We've worked together now for 3 years. I've always treated you fair. I've got people I gotta report to, you know that; I can't just give you any fuck...um, anything you want without checking with them first!"

I spread my hands, palms down, like a referee indicating end of match. "This conversation is finished, Marty. 40% and a quarter of the concessions. That's a statement, not a discussion question. I already know you keep two sets of books so that the people you report to don't really know how much comes in, so quit trying to bullshit me, okay? And Marty...I have a good idea how much comes in, so don't try to play games with the numbers on me or you might find yourself with blonde hair and big tits giving 5 dollar blowjobs...capice?"



I grabbed the latina's bare hips as I pressed the strap-on toy into her tight ass. Conchita was a stuck-up little wench who had insisted she was going to hurt me, so I decided taking her ass was justified. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back and she was on her knees, her cheek against the mat, her ass high in the air. I heard Conchita gasp as her rear opening suddenly relaxed and the dildo slid in. I could tell she hadn't had it like that before. I slid the dildo all the way inside her and held it there, my lower belly against her ass. She was squirming, her ass wriggling, and I pushed my mind into hers. I could see her mind before me. I pictured the changes I was going to implement and I just pushed them into her consciousness. Conchita's eyes widened as she felt the fluid changes taking place in her head- she knew I had just done something to her but she had no idea what it was, although she would in a week or so. She was going to shave her pussy as soon as she got home, and she would continue to shave every other day from now on. Since she was so arrogant, I fixed her with a nice little anal addiction- little Conchita was going to need to have a thick cock up her ass at least once every couple days or so. And to help her in that regard, I fixed it so that Conchita would find her bony little ass growing for the next few days. She was going to have a fully-rounded bubble butt in about a week, similar to the ones that several of my wrestling colleagues now sported. And of course bimbo red fingernails and toenails. Little Conchita was learning that telling me she was going to hurt me was really a bad idea.

I stroked my fake cock into her ass until my five minutes were up. I pulled out finally and unstrapped, handing the harness to the referee. I patted Conchita's bare ass and left the ring to the overwhelming cheers of the crowd. Everybody loves a winner.

Marty stopped me on my way to the locker room. It had been nearly a month since our discussion. He was still angry but he made sure I got my money every night. Every penny, too....he didn't seem to be skimming me at all. I wasn't sure if that was a good sign, since I didn't think Marty knew how to give someone else money without skimming it in some way, but he wasn't stupid, either. He knew damn well what would happen if I caught him cheating me.

He nodded to me. "Nice match. You even gave it to the little chica in the ass. Not bad."

I nodded. "What do you need, Marty?"

He held up his hands. "Hey, just trying to be friendly, okay? Yeah, I'm still pissed about the money, but it's done, alright? You were kinda right anyway, tell ya the truth. You are filling up this joint every night, so I can't complain."

My eyes narrowed slightly. Marty was laying it on just a bit too thick. "Alright, Marty, what are you up to?"

His expression pleaded innocence. "Why do I have to be up to something? Jeez...." He shook his head at his perceived injustice. "The shit I have to put up with, I'm going straight to Heaven. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know we've got a real moneymaker coming up. I just finished setting it up tonight, so it's official. We're gonna have a real tournament here next month. Only the best wrestlers, including you, are invited. Twenty thousand dollar first prize. 8 chicks. All championship-caliber. It's gonna be good shit. You in or not?"

Yes, my eyes widened just a bit. Twenty thousand dollars! Hell, yes, I was in. I didn't mind kicking 7 different asses to win twenty thousand dollars and I told him so.

He shook his head. "Don't get cocky, Shannon. These chicks ain't these local bitches. It ain't even like fighting Debbie or any of the girls here. These chicks are all champions. You could get your ass handed to you."

I laughed. Me, lose? Right.

I squirmed as Bambi licked my pussy. Her full golden blonde hair bobbed as her tongue snaked over my clit. Damn, she was good.

Bambi was the ring girl. She carried the sign with the round number on it around the ring between rounds. She was incredible- long legs, full E-sized boobs, rounded bubble butt, flat belly, wide curved hips and a head full of golden blonde hair. She had been the champion when I arrived here 3 years ago. Now she was the ring girl. And my personal pussy licker. To the victor goes the spoils, right?


Countermove Ch. 01



After one hell of an orgasm I pushed her blonde head away. The tournament was starting soon and I didn't want to be late. Since I was the "host" champion I was the last match scheduled for the night, but I wanted to see the other wrestlers in action. I knew several of them by reputation but I had never seen any of them wrestle.

I got dressed and left Bambi to untangle her garters. I headed for the ring and realized that the house was indeed quite full. The smell of beer and sweaty tight-packed bodies filled the air. The tournament was drawing them in and I could almost hear the cash box filling. I had to hand it to Marty. The man had quite the marketing mind.

The tournament was organized in a double-elimination format. In other words, you were eliminated after two losses. This meant a single loss wouldn't knock you out of the tournament but it would be harder to make it all the way through. Whoever lost their opening match would be facing an uphill climb to make it to the championship match.

The opening match had a big brunette named Chaos fighting a blonde called Jewel. Chaos was big, close to 6' tall, and she wore a black-and-yellow checkered bikini. Jewel was closer to my size, maybe an inch shorter. She wore a deep emerald green bikini and her hair had streaks of green in it as well. Cute. Still, she had to be good or she wouldn't be here. I was watching this match carefully because the winner of my match would be facing the winner of this match in the next round. The loser of this match would be facing the loser of my match as well.

The opening bell sounded and for a minute it looked like Jewel was going to have no problem with her larger opponent. She was all over Chaos and nearly pinned her twice. But Chaos' size and greater strength began to take their toll and Jewel found herself topless, then naked. She made a brief flurry at the end and managed to get Chaos topless, but everybody already knew who was going to win this match. Sure enough, seconds later Jewel was writhing on the ground calling out "Submit!" and the match was over. She wasn't eliminated from the tournament yet but she'd have a day or two to think about this loss as Chaos strapped on the toy and put the green-streaked blonde on all fours. Chaos gripped Jewel's hair and began to pump the blonde from behind. The crowd went wild, of course. This was what they had paid to see, after all.

I went to the concession stands and got myself a bottle of water. When I returned the second match was just beginning. A short redhead in a dark red bikini named Fury was grappling with a willowy blonde chick named FireNIce. FireNIce had red fiery streaks running through her blonde hair and the bottom of her bikini was blue while the top was red. Apparently champions felt the symbolic connection between their names, hair and costumes were important. I probably shouldn't talk, since my ring name- Onyx- was reflected in my black hair and black bikini. Whatever.

The contrast in the wrestling styles between Fury and FireNIce was interesting. Fury was short- barely 5'2- but tenacious and she fought with a frenzy that was almost unnerving. FireNIce, on the other hand, displayed icy calm and coolness as she dispassionately sparred with her shorter opponent. However, every now and then she would suddenly burst into frenzied action that completely contrasted her earlier calm. "Psychochick" might have been a better name for this apparently bi-polar girl, but hell, it seemed to work for her, and she needed something because Fury's rabid attacks were taking their toll. You don't normally see scratching at this level- it's frowned upon and technically illegal- but Fury attacked with her whole body and seemed to ignore pain. FireNIce was sporting 3 claw marks down her cheek and she appeared to be shook by Fury's intensity. It was actually an entertaining match and could have gone either way but eventually a naked but still ferocious Fury pinned a naked but exhausted FireNIce to the mat for a 3 count. The bell sounded, the match was over and cute lil Fury strapped on the toy to give it to her taller fallen opponent. The crowd went wild again. Everybody loves the underdog.

There was one more match before mine, so I decided to catch at least a minute or two before I went to the locker room to get ready. This match featured Dominatrix- a dark-haired woman in a leather bikini- facing Whirlpool, a muscular woman in a dark blue bikini. According to reputation, both of them favored submission holds, though Dominatrix tended toward humiliation moves. Dominatrix liked to break her opponent's confidence by using moves that displayed their bodies and generally embarrassed them. Dominatrix was the oldest challenger in the tournament- she was in her early to mid-thirties- and she was the most experienced wrestler as well. Dominatrix, along with Chaos and myself, were considered the favorites to win the tournament.

The bell sounded and they began grappling. I only watched a minute before I left for the locker room and it was already obvious that although Whirlpool was stronger, Dominatrix' experience was going to be the deciding factor. Whirlpool was already removing her top when I entered the locker room and its familiar smells.

I had donned my black bikini and just closed my locker when I heard Dominatrix' victory announced over the P.A. I wasn't surprised. Skill and experience will almost always beat brute strength. Dominatrix would probably go deep into the tournament.

I did some simple stretching exercises to warm up. The cheers from the crowd told me Dominatrix was giving it to Whirlpool pretty good but I wasn't worried about Dominatrix right now. I was thinking about my opponent for my match. Her name was Tyger. She was undefeated so far but she had only been wrestling for a year or so. She was supposed to be good but she was still relatively unknown because she hadn't been wrestling very long. Of all the wrestlers she had the least experience, but I knew better than to go by that because I was second in that department, since I only had 3 years experience. Still, with only a year under her belt she wasn't likely to pose that serious a threat.

I left the locker room and made my way to the ring. The crowd was already chanting, "On-yx! On-yx! On-yx!" as I stepped inside. There's nothing like being the home-crowd favorite in a tournament to get your blood pumping. I glanced over at my opponent but she seemed unaffected by the raucous noise from the crowd. She had black hair and appeared to have some Asian or Gypsy in her. It was hard to tell at this distance. She seemed to be about my height and weight. Her bikini was a tiger animal print with orange and black stripes.

*"Ladies and gentleman! The final match of the night! In this corner.....at 5'8" tall, weighing 129 pounds....your hometown champion....Oooooooooonyx!"*

*"And her opponent...at 5'9" tall, weighing 126 pounds....Tyger!"*

The bell sounded. I stepped forward and she stepped up to meet me. I grabbed her shoulders and grappled with her for a moment to test her strength. She resisted briefly, then suddenly turned and flipped me over her hip. The arena whirled as I landed on my back with a breath-taking thud and suddenly she was on top of me, my shoulders pinned to the mat. I heard the referee slap the mat three times and just like that I had been pinned for the first time in over a year.

She stood up and went back to her corner. I got to my feet slowly, still a bit dazed at the speed of the takedown. The crowd had gone absolutely silent, stunned at the unexpected pinfall. The referee stood in front of me with his hand out and I stared at him for a moment before it dawned on me that he was waiting for my bikini top. It had been so long since I had been pinned that I had simply forgotten. My cheeks burned as I removed my top and handed it to the referee, but I knew I had to shake it off and concentrate. This Tyger bitch was obviously better than I thought.

The crowd went wild at my topless state. I was still the hometown champion but everyone had waited to see me lose my top for over a year. I went back to center ring and faced off against Tyger once again. Her eyes dropped to my bare breasts and she smirked. I clenched my teeth as the bell rang. I was taking this bitch down hard.

I moved in fast and grabbed her wrist. I spun around, bringing her wrist over my head to twist her arm behind her back, but she spun around as well, preventing me from getting her arm behind her. As soon as the spin was complete she grabbed my wrist with her free hand and spun around again, catching me flat-footed. Suddenly my arm was behind my back, twisting painfully. I tried to reach behind me with my free hand but she leaned to the side away from that hand and suddenly I was on my knees and I could feel my shoulder threatening to separate. The burning pain was pure agony and I was again forced to submit. This time the crowd went crazy as I hadn't lost my bikini bottom in over two years. My arm aching, my pride even worse, I slipped my bikini bottom over my hips and down my thighs and calves and stepped out of it. For the first time in forever I stood naked in front of the sold-out house. The cheers were deafening and I realized they had shifted somewhat. The crowd was actually beginning to cheer for Tyger. I was losing them.

Wrestling naked against a fully-dressed person is never easy, but I put that behind me. Tyger was going down this time no matter what. I almost never used my mental abilities during an actual match because it was rarely necessary, but I was going to make an exception this time. Tyger was about to get so aroused and distracted at my touch she wasn't going to be able to concentrate.

The bell sounded. I stepped up and grappled with Tyger for a moment, then paused and pushed my will into her brain.

And I felt my push slide off into nothing.

Stunned, I pushed again. Nothing. It was like trying to grab a wet bar of soap. I couldn't get hold of anything. Shocked, mind numb, my feet were kicked out from under me and Tyger had me pinned in seconds. I resisted momentarily but without heat, and Tyger overcame my feeble resistance easily. The mat was slapped 3 times and the crowd went berserk. I had lost for the first time ever.

Still dazed, I felt myself jerked to my knees. Tyger took my bikini top and used it to tie my wrists behind my back. She made a show of playing with my nipples before strapping the toy to her hips. She stepped forward then and pressed the toy against my lips. Cheeks burning, I slid my mouth over the toy as I had made so many other girls do over the last three years. Tyger pressed the toy all the way into my mouth, the tip almost lodged in my throat, and she suddenly reached down and grabbed my hair in her hand, bending my head back just enough so she could see my eyes. "You stupid little slut," she hissed. "Did you think you were the only one who could do shit with your mind?" My mouth full, I could only stare back.

And then I felt the fluid changes in my mind.

Suddenly my crotch itched horribly. It was such a burning itch that my hips began to twitch and wriggle helplessly. I knew the only way to stop that itch was to shave my pussy hair. The bitch had used my own trick against me. Shit.

After fucking my mouth with the toy, Tyger pushed me forward so that my cheek was against the mat but my ass was in the air. She slid the toy into my pussy and began to pound me silly in front of the screaming crowd. My pussy hair was burning and itching so horribly that I was twitching and wriggling like a slut in heat, and the crowd was loving it. As an extra humiliation, Tyger used her mind power to make me orgasm twice, hard, until she finally pulled out and left the ring, leaving me on my knees naked, tied and well-fucked.

The referee was almost sympathetic as he untied my wrists and handed me my bikini. I didn't even bother to put it on as I absolutely had to get to the locker room and shave my pussy immediately before I screamed. I ignored the sea of jeering faces and looked at the ground as I made my way back to the locker room. Of course Marty was there, waiting.

"Why, what's that thud I heard?" he smirked. "Was that someone falling off the fucking gravy train?"

I jerked open my locker and took out a can of shaving cream and my razor. I wanted to kick his ass but I had other things I had to take care of first. I spread a handful of shaving cream over my pussy hair and began to stroke the razor across the area. Immediately the itching began to fade as my pussy became smoother and smoother.

"Don't harp on it, Marty." I growled. "I'm not in the mood."

Marty didn't seem to hear me, however, as he was staring in amazement at my hands as they shaved my pussy. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked.

I didn't answer immediately as I was wiping the last bits of shaving cream from between my legs with a towel. My pussy was now completely smooth and hairless. That done, I reached into my locker and took out a bottle of cherry red nail polish, a bottle that was supposed to be for the girls I had beaten. Without even thinking about it I opened the bottle, kneeled down and began to paint my toenails bimbo fucking red. I clenched my teeth as I finally answered Marty's question.

"She's got the same powers I do. I don't fucking know how, but she can do what I do, Marty. Where the hell did you find her?"

Marty blinked stupidly as he digested what I had just told him. Then he burst out in his braying laughter. "No fucking way! You have got to be shitting me!"

I was already seriously pissed off and his laughter wasn't helping. I finished one foot and I changed positions to do the toes on my other foot. "Do I look like I'm fucking kidding you?"

His eyes dropped down to my freshly shaved pussy. "No, I guess you ain't kidding. Did she do something to your head to make you lose?"

I spread the fingers of my left hand open and began stroking the red polish onto my fingernails. "No, she didn't. She was that fucking good, alright? Now get the hell out of here and let me get dressed." I fumed as I watched my fingernails turn red in front of my eyes. I always considered women who painted their nails red sluts because to me that color screamed sex, but now here I was with red fingers and toes. I wanted badly to get dressed because I was feeling very naked and vulnerable, but I couldn't even do that yet because my nails were wet and I knew I wouldn't be able to put anything on until the second coat and the clear overcoat dried. How girly was that? Grrrrrr.

Marty couldn't resist a final smirk at my expense, but he left without any more smart-ass comments. A few of the other wrestlers passed by me but didn't say anything, though a couple stared with open mouths until I glared at them and they walked away. I could hear the muted conversations over by the mirrors and it wasn't hard to figure out what they were talking about.

I had to pull myself together. I had to get a grip. So I stood there naked and shaved smooth, waiting for my fingers and toes to dry, ignoring everything around me as I tried to think my way through things. I had to think my way through things because I was an expert at reversals and this was a situation that needed to be reversed. I knew one problem was going to be my now shaky self-confidence and another problem was going to be convincing everybody that this loss was a fluke and that I hadn't lost my touch. But that wasn't my main problem.

My main problem was how the hell was I going to stop this Tyger bitch and win this tournament?

NEXT: Onyx vs. Jewel

As always, feedback is always welcomed and appreciated. Positive or negative.



Countermove Ch. 02



Summary so far:

Day 1- Onyx vs. Tyger: Onyx loses her first match ever and pays the price.

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Countermove

By: Chrystal Wynd

Day 2

Alright, I was royally pissed. After being the undefeated champion for 3 years running, I had been beaten handily in the first round of the tournament by Tyger, some unknown wench who just happened to have the same powers of "mental persuasion" I have. Now I had a shaven pussy just like the other girls in my wrestling federation and my fingernails and toenails were an embarrassing shade of bimbo fucking red. I wasn't going to take this lying down, dammit.

But what the hell could I do? She could match me on the mat and she could counter everything I threw at her mentally. It was like trying to attack a fucking brick wall. If I had known she had the same power I did I wouldn't have taken her so lightly, but...

I paused for a moment thinking about that. I had never really been that curious about my ability outside of how I could use it to give me an advantage, but I suddenly realized that my ability might be the key to this whole thing. Tyger had won because she had thrown me off-balance mentally, not because she physically overpowered me. Looking back, I could have reversed every wrestling move she had used on me, but I hadn't because I had been too surprised at what she could do. Alright, so I couldn't learn anything about Tyger's abilities, but I could learn more about mine.

It was time to do some research. I wasn't exactly an Internet geek but I knew what a computer was and Marty had one in his office. It was time to get to work.

The next morning I took over Marty's office and set Bambi to work making coffee. A night's sleep had settled me somewhat, although my newly shaved pussy still tingled and gushed, embarrassingly arousing sensations left by Tyger, no doubt. Marty had sputtered when I ordered him out of his own office but after one look at my expression he stopped bitching and left without further adieu or whatever it is people leave without. I settled in at the desk and fired up the computer, then began running keywords through different search engines. The results were interesting to say the least.

My ability apparently wasn't quite as rare as I thought, though it manifested itself in different ways. There were people who could read minds, people who could move things without touching them and even people who could take over other people's thoughts and actions. Many people had abilities and never knew, as these abilities were often latent unless they were tapped in moments of absolute stress- like a mother lifting a car off her child- but more often they were realized at the start of puberty. I was a late bloomer, as I didn't discover what I could do until just after high school...although looking back, I realized that I had shown signs of it before then. In fact, a lot of unusual incidents that I assumed had nothing to do with me suddenly took on a whole new perspective. Like when a group of cheerleaders got real sarcastic about my clothes (I wore all black then too) and I had a mental picture of them all getting pregnant...and 3 months later laughing about a school bulletin posting dates for cheerleader tryouts due to the squad being short-handed. The very same cheerleaders that had given me a hard time had all managed to get themselves pregnant. In hindsight I understood that I must have unconsciously raised their fertility levels to such that their bodies were able to overwhelm any birth control pills they had been taking. I had just thought it delicious irony at the time. Heh.

Several hours of web page and link trolling exposed me to various obscure tomes of information. A great deal of it was crackpot shit, like the passage telling me I could strike down my enemies by carrying oregano spice in my mouth while painting the name of my enemy on my breasts in alternating colors. Yeah, right. Or the passage telling me I could defend myself from my enemies by forming a "reflection" of their mind that would trick my enemies into attacking their very own mind. That really sounded plausible. And of course sage advice instructing me to always boil cabbage in a copper pot to prevent penguins from sitting on my television. I was getting some real insights here.

I finally turned off the computer and leaned back in the chair. I glanced at Bambi. She rarely spoke to me since I had taken the championship from her three years ago and turned her into a blonde sex toy. I had a feeling she wanted to say something, so I said, "So, ex-champion Bambi...what do you think about Jewel?"

Her eyes widened at my words and I could almost see her brain turning over and over. She seemed to struggle with it, then finally she giggled and said, "Welllll...she's, you know, really tough! She did really good at first against that gweat big girl, ummmmm..."

"Chaos."

She giggled and nodded. "Yeah! Chaos! But she got...you know...tired? So I bet if you like, you know, got her really tired in the beginning you'd totally win the match and stuff!"

I snickered at her analysis. When I bimboed someone they were definitely bimboed.

My muscles were tight and I knew I had to do some stretching before tonight's match against Jewel. Normally I wouldn't have bothered..."Jewel"? Pfffffft. But the loser of this match was the first elimination of the tournament and I didn't have any wiggle room...I couldn't afford to lose. Yes, Jewel had lost her first match as well but she had been fighting a monster of a girl, one of the favorites to win the tournament, and Jewel had actually made a match of it. Initially, anyway. It wouldn't do to underestimate her. I was learning.

Marty was waiting for me when I arrived. The locker room was empty and smelled like someone had used way too much Pine Sol, but hell, at least it was clean. I walked to my locker with Marty trailing me like gossip.

"You do know, Shannon," he said, "that if you lose tonight you're out of the friggin' tournament, right? And I think you have enough math smarts to know that forty percent of nothin' is nothin', right?"

I rolled my eyes. I knew damn well he was referring to the forty percent of the gate I pried out of him every night during our regular matches. He was convinced that me losing one match would cost him my marketability. He worried too much about stuff like that.

"I'm aware of the situation, Marty," I said with exaggerated patience. "It was only one loss. Your faith in me is touching."

Marty grumbled, obviously irked but smart enough to leave it alone. Then his eyes narrowed slightly. "Is it me or are your tits getting bigger?"

He was being a smart-ass and I had had enough. "Marty, get the fuck out of here. Now!" I said. He waddled out and I changed into exercise tights. I shuddered slightly as the stretchy material hugged my smooth sex, making my nipples harden. Grrrrrrr.

I made my way into the quiet gym...such as it was. It was really just a re-allocated storage room that Marty had stocked after enough of us bitched. A few scattered nautilus machines, some old free-weights in the corner and some mats rolled against a far wall. It was enough if you were serious about working out...but just barely. There was one other person there...one of the waitresses who walked around taking orders from spectators. All the employees were allowed to use the gym, though the wrestlers and the strippers who worked in the bar that shared our building were usually the only ones who did.

I felt better as I went through my stretching routine. The rote movements allowed me time to think. I was learning more about my abilities but nothing useful yet. I realized my self-confidence might be lacking a bit and that it wouldn't hurt to make sure my ability was still functional. My gaze fell upon the waitress, who was lying on a nautilus bench press machine pressing a moderate number of slotted weights up and down as she lay on her back. She was a pretty little thing, short blonde hair cut in a bob, cute if you like the type. I let my gaze rest on her and concentrated until I could see her mind clearly in front of me. I looked around her mind casually until I found what I was looking for. Then I squeezed her mental button and locked it into place.

She had just released the benching bar and was still lying on the bench catching her breath. I watched her nipples harden, pressing through the stretchy material of her workout bra. Her hips started to wriggle and her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. Her arousal button was locked on full and she was becoming oblivious to everything but her heat. She slid a thumb into her mouth as her other hand slipped between her unconsciously parting thighs. She pressed on her pussy for a while but wasn't getting the results she needed so she slid her hand under her elastic waistband. She moaned and wriggled the moment her fingers slid inside her pussy and touched her clit. Her hips began to buck from the electric sensations and her blonde hair bobbed as she worked her clit, her thighs wide apart. Finally, satisfied that my power was still functional, I took pity and released the arousal button in her head. Her back suddenly arched on the workout bench as she shrieked around the thumb in her mouth. Still in her head, I could feel the waves of pleasure flowing through her belly as her climax peaked and held for several heartbeats. At last her body relaxed, her thumb still in her mouth as she dropped into a barely conscious state. She looked so cute lying there with her thumb in her mouth that I made a few adjustments in her head. She could no doubt feel the fluid changes in her mind but she was far too out of it to resist...not that it would have done her any good. She didn't know it yet but the only way she could orgasm now was when she had something in her mouth. A cock would give her the most intense orgasms but her thumb would do in a pinch. I'm sweet like that.

Satisfied with the results, I turned and left the gym, heading back to the locker room. It was nearly time for my match against Jewel.

The noise from the crowd was almost a physical presence. It was a very good Saturday night crowd, standing room only and then some. Marty would be pleased. There had been several matches between girls from my wrestling federation but the crowd was there mostly to see the Day 2 action of the tournament. There were four tournament matches tonight but two of us would be eliminated by the end of the evening. Two more matches Sunday night and two more of us would be eliminated, leaving four of us for the last three days of the tournament next weekend. I planned to be one of those four.

I made my way into the locker room to change. I pulled out my wrestling bikini and shut my locker door, then froze. Tyger was standing there. I hadn't noticed her approach and it nearly unnerved me, but I wasn't going to let her know that. I looked at her with as much disdain as I could muster and muttered, "What the hell do you want?"

She gave me a confident smile. She was wearing a leopard pattern bikini and matching boots with fur on the top. With her dark hair it gave her a very Sheena of the jungle look. She said, "Oh, sweetie, you really don't want to talk to me like that. I just wanted to give you a little suggestion. If you lose tonight you'll be eliminated. You really might consider doing that. The next time you face me I won't be so nice when I beat you."

I wanted to snarl but all I could do was look away and mumble. Dammit. I hated how this bitch affected me. I mustered up what little bravado I could and snapped, "Don't be so sure next time won't be different."

She just smiled and I jumped when I felt the fluid changes in my mind. It was just a tap. Just letting me know I was open to her, that she could take me any time she wanted. My heart racing, cheeks flushed, I just looked at Tyger without being able to say a word. Tyger handed me a tube of lipstick and patted my cheek. "Whatever you say, sweetie. Good luck tonight." She turned and left the locker room.

I wanted to scream. That bitch had me so on edge it was difficult to even get dressed. I slipped into my black bikini and, as if I didn't have enough problems already, it wasn't fitting right. My boobs were pressing together and the bottom was tight across my hips and ass. Great. The damn thing had shrunk in the laundry. Whatever. I didn't have time to mess with it now so I just took the lipstick Tyger had given me and applied it generously. It was a hot slutty shade of red that looked devastating on my cock-sucking lips. I nodded in satisfaction and, after a final look at the mirror to make sure my lip color was perfect, turned and made my way toward the ring.

I walked through the waves of beer and popcorn smells, my thoughts on the upcoming match. Instead of the raucous cheers I usually received the crowd actually got quieter as I neared the ring. Even the referee looked at me strangely. I was at a loss until someone in the crowd snickered and said, "Nice lips, honey." My breath caught. I was wearing bimbo red lipstick. I never wore lipstick but here I was displaying cock-sucking lips in front of everybody.

Tyger. That bitch.

It was too late to do anything about it now. I got in the ring and stepped up to Jewel, my opponent, meeting her gaze squarely. She had tied her green-streaked blonde hair back in a ponytail and she wore the same deep emerald green bikini I had seen her in last night. I gave her a nod but she didn't give an inch, knowing whoever lost this match was eliminated. Fine. I could be a hard-ass too.

The bell sounded and I walked toward Jewel. I smirked and reached for her wrist with what I thought was a lightning fast move but Jewel grabbed my extended wrist, spun around and flipped me over her hip. She put too much into it and I slid across the mat away from her, preventing the quick pin but serving to shake me up. I scrambled to my feet just in time to receive a two-footed drop kick to my chest, knocking me backwards against the ropes.

Holy shit. I was getting my ass kicked. Granted, Jewel was using moves that weren't usually part of the repertoire used in our wrestling federation but she had obviously decided that she wasn't leaving any bullets in the gun. She was all over me and I was scrambling to stay free of those grasping hands. I managed to shove her away from me and I backed away to catch my breath. Jewel was screaming, "C'mon, Onyx! You're supposed to be so tough! Fight me!"

I could feel despair starting to take hold of me. Tyger was having her way with my mind and Jewel was beating me physically. I was losing on all fronts. And then, of all people, Bambi's words came back to me. "... So I bet if you like, you know, got her really tired in the beginning you'd totally win the match and stuff!"

I had mocked her but Bambi was dead-on right. Jewel was throwing everything she had into the match right now. She wasn't pacing herself. She was risking everything for a quick win against a bewildered opponent. Jewel had hit me so hard and so fast I hadn't even had a chance to use my ability. It had almost worked. But now I knew what I had to do.

I've never been all that keen on strategy...I rarely needed it. But I needed to win this match on the strength of my wrestling ability, not my mental ability. If I copped out and used my power I'd never regain my confidence in my physical skills, and against this level of competition- and Tyger in particular- I couldn't afford that. So I was ignoring my power and following the strategy of a bimbo. I had reached my low point.

I stopped trying to pin Jewel and concentrated on restraint holds, any hold that required her to work hard to get free. I grappled with her, then backed off, then went after her before she could catch her breath. I lingered in some of her holds...a dangerous strategy but she had to work to maintain the hold and I would break free at the last second. The crowd was booing in waves, as this type of match was boring to watch, but at last, with the both of us drenched in sweat, I realized the momentum had shifted. Bambi was right. Jewel was tired.

After that it was easy. We were both still fully dressed at that point but that didn't last long. Jewel found herself topless after an electrifying spin flip, then naked less than 60 seconds later. Finally, face down on the mat, naked, her legs stretched apart painfully, she submitted for the final time. The bell sounded and Jewel was the first elimination of the tournament.

I acted casual but inside I was elated. This was a good win for me...the kind of win I needed. And I was going to celebrate.

I strapped on the belted dildo and pulled Jewel to a kneeling position. I held the base of her blonde ponytail as I slid the dildo between her lips and began to fuck her mouth with it. She was not happy about it but she knew as well as I did that the winner got to choose how the loser got fucked. I stroked that fake cock back and forth in her mouth for a minute, her lips wrapped tight, then I pulled out and pushed her onto her back. I kneeled between her knees and lifted her legs, her slim smooth calves laying against my shoulders, then slid that thick dildo into her pussy. My hips stroked that cock into her as I fucked her silly, her bare feet in the air, her naked hips wriggling as she got closer and closer to a helpless involuntary orgasm. Finally, just before my time was up, I looked into her lovely green eyes and pushed my will into her brain. Her eyes widened as she felt the fluid changes in her mind and her hips wriggled even more as intense itching signaled her need to shave her pussy the moment she was out of the ring. My victory complete, I smiled and let her orgasm.

She came with a long squeal that brought the crowd to its feet. The applause doubled when I finally stood up and I realized I had them again. Yes, crowds were fickle but damn, it felt good. I left the ring feeling like a queen, the cheers trailing behind me. Jewel still lay on the mat shuddering as erotic aftershocks trailed through her belly, although I knew from experience the moment she could stand she would be heading straight for a razor and some shaving cream, then a bottle of bimbo red nail polish. 

I made my way back to the locker room. I wanted to watch the next match- an elimination match between the bipolar chick FireNIce and the muscular but plodding Whirlpool- but I needed a quiet moment to myself first. I stood by my locker and let all the tension from the match drain out of me.

I finally realized I wasn't alone in the locker room. Bambi was there. She must have watched my match and then slipped in here while I was doing Jewel. I knew I should say something but I wasn't sure what. Finally I smiled and gave her a wink that was as close to a "thank you" as I could manage. From her giggle I realized she understood what I was trying to say and I found myself strangely glad that she did. Though I was humbled by the fact that a bimbo had determined my strategy I had to hand it to her...she had nailed Jewel exactly.

Bambi walked a few steps closer and began to look me up and down. She seemed to be struggling with something. I bristled slightly...yes, she had helped me but looking at me like I was on display wasn't her place. I opened my mouth to let her know that but she spoke before I had a chance.

Bambi giggled. "You know, you're looking, like, really pretty, you know?" she said.

"Hey," I said, "Watch it."

She giggled again. "No, I mean, like, really pretty, you know, like, your lips and stuff!"

I bristled again. "Bambi...I'm warning you...!"

She was obviously distressed, which didn't make sense. "I mean, like, totally pretty! Like, you know, Bambi!"

I had no idea what she meant. I wasn't "pretty like Bambi"...Bambi was a bimbo sex toy. Okay, my lips were, but still, that hardly...




Countermove Ch. 02



And then my eyes widened and my heart started pounding. I turned suddenly and went straight to the large mirror over the sink. And finally I saw it.

My boobs that I had had trouble fitting into my top earlier tonight were beginning to bulge over the top of my bikini. My bikini bottom that I had thought tight earlier tonight was stretched across my hips that were slightly wider than before and barely containing my swelling ass. And my hair...my black hair was beginning to fade.

Oh, fuck. I was turning into a bimbo.

NEXT: Day 3- Onyx vs. Chaos

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Countermove Ch. 03



Summary so far:

Day 1- Onyx vs. Tyger: Onyx loses her first match ever and pays the price.

Day 2- Onyx vs. Jewel: Onyx defeats Jewel to remain in the tournament.

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Day 3

We were three days into the tournament and my problems were growing. I had lost for the first time ever- to Tyger, who turned out to have the same powers of mental persuasion I have- and been forced to shave my pussy and paint my fingernails and toenails bimbo red. I had come back the following evening to defeat Jewel, eliminating her from the tournament, but after that match I discovered that Tyger had done more than I thought. My tits and ass were showing the first signs of swelling, my hips were widening and my black hair was fading. I was turning into the same blonde bimbo I had turned so many of my opponents into.

The only positive so far was that Bambi seemed to be...well, if not helpful, at least not as hostile as some others. And that was lucky, inasmuch as Bambi probably had more reason to loathe me than most. After all, I had taken her championship when I arrived three years ago and turned her into the blonde sex toy she was today. And my personal pussy licker. I was glad of her company now even if I didn't feel like having my pussy licked. Okay, I did feel like having my pussy licked since it was positively vibrating with heat and need, thanks to Tyger, but now wasn't the time. I had to focus and get ready for my match with Chaos.

After discovering my predicament last night I had put on some loose-fitting clothes and gone back out to watch the other three matches. Not just for the distraction- though I really needed some distraction about then- but also to study my potential opponents. I had always gotten by on pure skill and my mental power but I was finally realizing that wasn't going to be enough in this tournament. Or against Tyger. I needed preparation and strategy as well. And discipline. Not my strong points, but I was learning.

I had gotten back just in time for the end of the match between the bipolar FireNIce and the muscular but plodding Whirlpool. Whirlpool, in her blue bikini, was obviously the stronger wrestler but she lacked creativity, and FireNIce, with her contrasting wrestling styles, had taken advantage of Whirlpool's lack of imagination with a series of unpredictable moves and holds. But FireNIce had fought Fury (a little redheaded fireball) the night before and she was showing signs of fatigue from that match, making it more difficult for her to break Whirlpool's powerful holds. Both wrestlers were naked at this point and I got there just in time to see Whirlpool put FireNIce in a half-nelson arm lock, pinning FireNIce's arms up and over her head. Whirlpool locked her fingers behind her opponent's red-streaked blonde head and leaned backwards, stretching the girl's torso and displaying her bare breasts to the crowd. The muscular wrestler then jostled FireNIce, causing the blonde girl's breasts to jiggle freely, eliciting a strong cheer from the crowd. A red-faced FireNIce submitted and the referee called it. As it was an elimination match FireNIce was done for the tournament, becoming the second fatality after Jewel. She had other things on her mind then, however, as Whirlpool had put the girl on all fours and was really giving it to her good with the strap-on. After all, the winner always got to choose how the loser got fucked. I actually felt a moment's sympathy for FireNIce having been on the losing side of that strap-on two nights ago. Being naked and getting pounded silly in front of an audience until you had a squealing humiliating orgasm was no picnic, as FireNIce was finding out for the second night in a row. Whirlpool gripped FireNIce's hips with strong hands and stroked into her with the thick toy, showing no signs of fatigue from the match. FireNIce squirmed and wriggled and finally, her ass pressed against Whirlpool's lower belly, her pussy completely filled with the dildo, let out a moan and began to cum like a slut. The crowd cheered their approval.

It had been an entertaining finish but it was the last two matches I was interested in- the final match in particular. The next match was the little fireball Fury taking on Dominatrix, the oldest contender in the tournament and considered by many to be the favorite to win it all. Fury was little- barely over five feet tall- but she was inch for inch probably the toughest wrestler in the tournament. She went berserk in the ring and did whatever it took to take down her larger opponents. Dominatrix was the opposite...she was ice cold and never lost her composure, using submission holds with a humiliating edge to them. Dominatrix didn't just beat her opponents...she humiliated them. More than one girl had been collared by Dominatrix after losing a match to the domme and her chain included two ex-champions. Even her black leather bikini seemed dangerous. Dominatrix was no one to screw with.

The final match of the night would be the amazon Chaos fighting Tyger, who was previously unknown but had made her mark early in the tournament by beating me with three quick pins. She hadn't even lost her top. This was the match I was most interested in because the loser of this match was my next opponent.

The match between Fury and Dominatrix was an interesting contrast in styles but the outcome was never truly in doubt. Fury lunged at Dominatrix at the sound of the bell but the domme in the black leather bikini had obviously expected that. She grabbed Fury's hair and twisted, forcing the redhead to her knees. Fury reached up and grasped Dominatrix's wrist with both hands but Dominatrix stepped back and pulled the little redhead forward and slammed her face down on the mat. It wasn't as painful as it looked but it momentarily knocked the breath out of the little wrestler. Dominatrix rolled Fury onto her back and straddled the redhead's face, a serene smile on her face. Fury wriggled and tried to free herself but she had no leverage and a face full of domme pussy and the pin was registered. The crowd cheered the baring of the redhead's tits as they were surprising large for her short stature. Undaunted, the now topless Fury launched herself at Dominatrix's legs hoping for a quick takedown but the domme made a graceful leap straight up and parted her legs, causing the redhead to miss completely as she sailed between Dominatrix's legs. Dominatrix spun and was quickly on top of Fury, her long legs and legs wrapping around the little redhead's torso from behind so that Fury was unable to squirm free. Dominatrix leaned her head forward over Fury's bare shoulder and licked the side of the redhead's face, startling her. Dominatrix then used her greater size to roll them over onto Fury's belly and locked her arms under Fury's arms and leaned back, stretching the little redhead's torso painfully and displaying Fury's bare breasts to the cheers and catcalls of the crowd. Fury couldn't wriggle free and was forced to submit a second time. The little redhead was now fighting naked and she became desperate enough to try a flying tackle against the implacable domme but Dominatrix simply sidestepped and Fury landed hard on the mat. Breathless, she couldn't prevent Dominatrix from grabbing her hips and turning her on her shoulders with her legs in the air. It happened so fast I was unable to see the setup but in a heartbeat Fury was upside-down, her back to Dominatrix's belly, her shoulders resting on the domme's thighs, her little rounded bare ass just under Dominatrix's chin. This forced Fury's legs to fall forward and Fury would have toppled forward except the domme had propped her elbows against the inside of Fury's thighs so that the girl was unable to get free and her legs were forced wide open, displaying her bare pussy freely and obviously to the crowd. Fury kicked and wriggled but there was no getting out of it as she was caught and displayed. The hold timed out and Dominatrix was declared the winner. It was Fury's first lost and since it was a double-elimination tournament she wasn't eliminated yet, but because she had lost the match she was now subject to a sound fucking from Dominatrix.

It is amazing how many straps you can fit on a person in five minutes. The time awarded to the winners weren't just the spoils to Dominatrix...they were a chance for art. Dominatrix slid a thick well-lubed butt plug up the fiery little redhead's ass until Fury squealed with indignity, then proceeded to gag her. The domme buckled straps around Fury from her shoulders down to her ankles until the only thing that could be seen of the little redhead was her head and bare feet. Fury's arms were trapped against her sides from the mummification of the straps and she was no doubt very aware of the butt plug filling her tight ass. She couldn't even protest since the red ball gag in her mouth prevented any sound. Dominatrix turned Fury onto her belly and casually sat on the redhead's rounded ass, crossing her legs in an alluring and sophisticated manner, blithely ignoring the furiously blushing redhead beneath her exquisite ass. The gagged Fury could no doubt feel the butt plug being driven in even deeper but she couldn't make a sound. Dominatrix was no one to screw with.

"Hey, nice lips, sweetie."

I turned at the slightly accented voice. Tyger. She held a casual stance, one hand on her hip, cheeky smile radiating confidence. She wore her leopard print bikini like it was part of her. She cocked her hip slightly and glanced momentarily at the bimbo red lipstick coated generously over my lips. "I'm surprised to find you out here, sweetie. With those lips I'd have thought you'd be somewhere on your knees."

I tried not to listen. Her words made me picture my lips wrapped around a nice thick cock. My mouth felt empty. My belly felt empty. Unsatisfied. Surely one quick blowjob wouldn't hurt, right? No one had to know. My red bimbo lips sliding up and down a nice hard shaft until that victorious moment when it exploded into my mouth, swallowing as fast as it came out, my belly feeling so warm and satisfied as it filled with cum. So many men in the audience. It would be so easy to...

With a gasp I pulled myself back from the blowjob fantasy. After a moment I realized why I had pulled back...Bambi was grabbing my arm, giggling and saying, "Oh! Watching alllllll this wrestling is, like, making Bambi soooooooo horny and stuff! Can Bambi, like, you know, lick you and stuff?" I looked at Bambi with a puzzled expression. Bambi never volunteered to lick me. I couldn't fault her timing, though. My heart pounded from how easily I had fallen into that blowjob fantasy. If Bambi hadn't interrupted when she did...

Tyger snickered. I looked away, my cheeks burning. I hated how Tyger made me feel so helpless, so powerless. I heard Tyger blow me a kiss before she turned and walked toward the ring with the easy grace of a predator cat.

I found myself praying that Tyger would win the match. If Chaos won I'd have to fight Tyger again in my next match and I couldn't do that yet. It was too soon.

Tyger stepped into the ring as if she owned it. Then, unexpectedly, she turned and looked directly at me. She smirked and ran a finger across her lower lip. I knew she was trying to make me think about my lips...my bimbo lips wrapped around a nice thick cock, sliding up and down a deliciously hard shaft, my tongue sliding along the underside, my cheeks puffed out, the taste of... 

I jumped as I felt Bambi's red inch-long nails digging into my arm. I turned and fled to the locker room.

That had been yesterday. Today was Sunday, Day 3 and there were two matches tonight. The early match was the redheaded Fury fighting the muscular Whirlpool in what would be a traditional David-and-Goliath match. The late match would be me facing Chaos. Both matches were elimination matches, meaning the losers would be finished for the tournament. Dominatrix and Tyger, as the last two undefeated contenders, had the night off. They would face each other on Day 4 of the tournament, which would take place next Friday.

Tyger had won the match against Chaos. I wasn't there to see it but from what little I was able to gather from Bambi's babble Tyger had handled the larger Chaos fairly easily, not losing any clothing and administering a punishing fucking during the reward round. Tyger was beginning to appear unstoppable.

"Cripes, Shannon, what the hell are you doing sitting in the dark?"

I turned and glanced at the speaker. Marty, manager of my wrestling federation and weasel extraordinaire. "I'm not in the mood, Marty."

He waddled into the break room where I had been sitting. Okay, yes, so the lights were out. Whatever. Marty shook his head. "Oh, jeez, Shannon, are you letting that Tyger broad get to you?"

I looked away. Dammit. "Just leave it alone, Marty."

He chewed an unlit cigar for a moment, and then said, "Look, I'm getting worried about you, alright? You ain't acting right. You're mopin' around. You have a match tonight, fer crying out loud. Why aren't you working out? You're facing that big bitch, what's her name..."

I rolled my eyes. "Chaos."

"Yeah, Chaos. That's a mean lady, I don't care what Tyger did to her. And you're sitting here mopin'?"

"Just leave it alone, Marty! You don't know what the hell is going on, alright?"

"So why don't you tell me, Shannon?" He flipped on the light switch. "Maybe I can..." He stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening slightly. I didn't need to be a mind reader to know why. Although the changes weren't obvious yet to a casual observer, Marty had seen me everyday in various stages of undress and he knew my body well enough that the changes stood out like a beacon.

I glared at him. "Satisfied, Marty?"

He looked me up and down. "You're changing. You're getting more...ah..."

I clenched my teeth. "I'm turning into a bimbo, Marty. You don't have to dance around it."

"Look...look...it's not really noticeable, okay? I mean, I only noticed 'cuz I know you, okay?"

I stood up, bringing my shoulders back, my swelling breasts obvious even through the loose t-shirt I was wearing. "I've grown nearly a full cup size. I've gained an inch on my hips and lost an inch off my waist. My hair color is fading. And it hasn't even been two full days. I'll be a total bimbo before the end of the tournament."

Marty worked his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other. "Well, maybe if you lean on this Tyger chick a bit, you know, rough her up a little...you're a tough broad, Shannon. You could take her, right?"

I looked away and didn't answer. I couldn't. I also couldn't tell him how badly I wanted to suck his cock.

I left Marty and wandered aimlessly, not sure where I was going until I found myself practically bumping into Bambi. I was actually glad. I was beginning to find her presence a comfort. I'm not sure why...she was such a bubble-headed bimbo that it took longer to translate what she said from bimbo-speak to English than it took her to say it. Still, she had saved my ass twice now. I nodded at her. "So, ex-champion Bambi...what do you think about Chaos?"

Bambi giggled and wiggled her rounded bimbo ass. "Oh, gosh, the gweat big girl! Ummmmm...she, like, well, you know, waits to see what the other person is gonna do, you know? Not like...ummmmm..."

"Jewel?" I supplied.

Bambi giggled. "Exactly! Not like her at all. If you, like, totally jumped her and stuff right from the start you'd probably do really really good, you know?"

I mentally eliminated the "likes" and "you knows" from Bambi's statements and figured she had said maybe six relevant words, but she was right again. This was getting embarrassing but damn, she was good. Alright, go after Chaos. I could do that. Then I had a thought.

"Bambi, what do you think of Tyger?"

Bambi opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Her expression became distressed and she actually started to tremble. She appeared to be on the verge of tears but she didn't seem able to speak. I leaned forward, stunned. "Bambi?"

Again she opened her mouth but nothing came out. She began to wring her hands in obvious agitation.

What the hell? "Bambi, is there something you want to tell me?"

She nodded so rapidly her blonde hair flew everywhere.

"Bambi, is there a reason you can't tell me?"

Again she nodded rapidly.

Something was definitely up here and I needed to know. I was going to have to take a chance, though.

"Alright, Bambi, I need you to relax. I'm going to do something and it will be easier if you're relaxed." She nodded and took a deep breath, making her spectacular tits swell like...well, swell a lot. I gazed at her and let her mind come into focus. I waited until I could see her brain patterns clearly and I located her speech patterning. After three years her bimbo-speak was a very dominant trait but with a mental push I eliminated all the static and cleaned the pathways from her brain to her vocal cords. At least I tried. I couldn't be sure...I was a lot more used to creating this condition than fixing it. I looked at Bambi hopefully.

"Well, Bambi?"

She looked at me strangely for a moment. "Well, what?" Then her big blue eyes widened in realization.

"I fixed you...well, your speech, anyway. What do you think?" I said.

Bambi giggled- probably from habit- and said, "Well, it's about fucking time!"

I bristled, but only for a moment. It worked. Now to find out what the hell was going on. "Alright, Bambi, what is it you couldn't tell..."

"Shannon!"

I jumped, heart pounding. I hadn't heard Marty entering and he had startled me. I snapped at him, "What?"

Marty was in full business mode. "This is no time for a piece of ass!" He gave Bambi a leer. "Not that I blame you, but Whirlpool and the little crazy chick are already going at it. You're on in a few minutes and you need to get your ass in gear!"

I swore. I hadn't realized how late it was. "Alright, Marty, don't get your panties in a knot. I'm coming."

He grunted, and then left. I started to follow him and stopped when I felt Bambi's hand on my shoulder.

Bambi said, "Let's talk after your match, okay?" I nodded.

The locker room was empty when I got there. I slipped into my black bikini the best I could, tugging at it ineffectively to try to get more of my boobs and ass covered but it was no use. I would need a new bikini if I managed to get past Chaos. I looked in the mirror as I was about to walk out. My breasts were bulging over the top of my bikini and my shrinking waist made my widening hips even more obvious. My sleek athleticism was slowly being replaced by soft erotic bimbo curves. Even my face looked softer. I snarled at the mirror, trying to look fierce. I stopped when two of my colleagues walked in the locker room and looked at me strangely.

I walked into the arena and saw that a real bitch match was taking place in the ring. Some of the girls are true erotic fighters and incorporate very sexual maneuvers in the ring. Dominatrix was one and, modesty aside, I was fairly well known for it as well. Others are strictly fighters and they fight to win. So some matches can look like late night porno and some matches can look like barroom brawls. Fury and Whirlpool were in a match that definitely resembled the latter. Fury's left eye was swelling and the little redhead had a large bruise on her left upper arm along with a slight limp. The muscular Whirlpool was sporting various cuts and scrapes, including four long evenly-spaced scratches on her back, and she had what appeared to be *teeth* marks on her calf (I would later find out that Fury had been penalized her top for the bite). Both wrestlers were naked and judging from their condition, it had been a viciously contended affair to this point. Fury was dancing back out of Whirlpool's reach, her bare feet pitter-pattering the mat. Whirlpool trapped Fury in a corner, though, and grabbed her arm. The muscular wrestler whirled and spun Fury by her arm, hurtling her across the ring. The little redhead hit the mat and slid to a stop, apparently too tired and breathless to get up. Whirlpool strolled across the ring towards Fury, confident the match was about to end but as she got to Fury the little redhead came to life as she rolled to a knee and kicked the feet out from under Whirlpool. A very surprised Whirlpool fell flat on her back with a resounding thud and Fury leaped on the larger girl. The little redhead's rounded ass bounced on Whirlpool's substantial chest and, while the muscular wrestler was trying to catch a breath, Fury slid down and pressed her bare pussy against Whirlpool's face. The confused Whirlpool struggled to get the smaller girl off her face but it was too late; the referee slapped the mat three times and Whirlpool was eliminated from the tournament. The little redhead had made it to the final four.




Countermove Ch. 03



The crowd leaped to its collective feet and began to cheer and whistle. Fury had become a fan favorite and to see the little redhead beat a larger stronger opponent made the shouts that much more raucous. Fury basked in the applause as she strapped on the dildo. She had earned this moment and she was going to revel in it. She grabbed the fallen Whirlpool by her hair and put the girl on her knees. She retrieved Whirlpool's blue bikini top from the referee and proceeded to tie Whirlpool's wrists behind her back. She walked behind Whirlpool and placed her bare foot on the muscular wrestler's back and pushed her forward so that Whirlpool's ass was in the air and her face was on the mat. Fury looked almost comical with the large dildo jutting out from her hips but that didn't deter her in any way as she lined up the thick toy with Whirlpool's pussy and pressed in, sliding the thick dildo all the way into Whirlpool and holding it there. Whirlpool had to shift and spread her knees wider to take the thickness and she moaned and Fury began to grind against her. The little redhead grabbed Whirlpool's hips then and began to stroke that fake cock inside the fallen Whirlpool's pussy repeatedly. Whirlpool began to shudder as the little redhead pounded her helpless pussy and finally, just before the time was up, Whirlpool gave in and she shuddered and moaned from what appeared to be a tumultuous climax, her firm ass jiggling as her moan became a scream. Fury gave Whirlpool's bare ass a final slap and left the ring to thunderous applause.

It was going to be a hard match to beat for entertainment value but I certainly was going to try. I was fighting Chaos, the biggest girl in the tournament and probably the strongest...even stronger than Whirlpool. Chaos was at least six feet tall and had been one of the favorites to win the tournament. Her stock, like mine, had dropped after a loss to Tyger but that didn't make her any less dangerous.

Bambi walked around the ring holding the sign that said "Chaos vs. Onyx" while the announcer reminded the crowd that this was an elimination match, meaning the loser was done for the tournament. The members of the audience that had gone to get beer and use the bathrooms were filing back into their seats just as the bell rang to start the match.

Chaos walked out easily. She was a big-boned brunette wearing a black-and-yellow checkered bikini. I don't normally explode out of my corner...I'm usually more reactive than creative...but remembering Bambi's advice to hit Chaos hard and fast, I covered the ground between us in three quick steps and leaped up, performing a perfect two-footed drop kick. My bare feet struck true and Chaos staggered back a few steps but didn't fall. I rolled to my feet and realized what had happened. My blossoming body was taking the edge off my moves. Last week that kick would have dropped Chaos. The big brunette was stunned but recovering quickly. It was only a slight drop in my power but at this level it made a difference. I was going to have to fight smart.

I moved within range of her strong hands and she lunged forward to grab me. I sidestepped and whirled behind her, grabbed her hips and slapped my pelvis against her ass. Chaos straightened in surprise and I grabbed her hips and leaned backwards with all my strength. Her arms whirled for a moment before she gave in to momentum, tumbling backwards over me as her shoulders hit the mat. The referee dropped and starting slapping the mat. I arched my back after the second slap so my shoulders were not touching the mat but as Chaos' shoulders still were, the third slap indicated a pin against Chaos. Chaos tried to argue but the referee was implacable and the big brunette was forced to remove her top.

My now topless opponent turned and faced me again, the set of her jaw indicating she was angry. That was dangerous for me but good as well...an angry opponent doesn't think as clearly. I needed to take advantage of that. She came after me immediately as I expected, big hands extended. I grabbed her wrists and let myself fall backwards, planting my bare feet on her belly and flipping her over backwards. Chaos landed with a heavy thud and I planted my ass on her chest immediately as the referee dropped once again. Three mat slaps later and an embarrassed and frustrated Chaos was standing in front of the crowd naked.

I knew Chaos would be at her most dangerous now. The big brunette was angry and only one pin away from elimination. She came after me immediately and we grappled for a moment. Chaos released me for a moment, then stepped closer and grabbed me in a boobs-to-boobs bear hug. My swelling boobs were apparently more sensitive because I felt pleasant sensations from the intimate contact, which distracted me for a moment. I felt myself land on my back as Chaos tumbled us to the mat. She straddled my belly and leaned back, sure of an easy pin. She leaned back too far, however, and I hooked my heels under her arms and flipped her backwards onto her shoulders. I sat up quickly and shifted underneath her so that her shoulders were on the ground and her hips and legs in the air, my arms wrapped tightly around her midsection. She went berserk trying to wriggle free but I heard the referee slap the mat three times and just like that it was over. Chaos was eliminated from the tournament. I was in the final four with Fury, Dominatrix and Tyger.

I had won but I didn't release Chaos from the embarrassing hold yet. I told the referee to start my five minutes and then said to Chaos, "Play with yourself."

Her eyes widened slightly, "Like this? I'm upside-down!"

I could have made her do it but I wanted to make her do it on her own. "Do it. Now."

So Chaos began to play with herself. Yes, I was being a little nicer than usual but Chaos had lost to Tyger as well and that gave us a sort of bond. Still, I had to send a message to Tyger that I wasn't just going away. As the big brunette played with herself I focused on her mind until it came into view. I searched the pleasure centers until I found what I was looking for. Chaos no doubt felt the fluid change in her mind but probably put it off to being upside-down. As the five minutes ticked down her legs spread wider and with seconds left she began to orgasm. Her orgasm produced an unexpected effect, however...she began to squirt helplessly, covering her face with her own juices. Once her orgasm died down I released her and stood up.

The crowd was slightly subdued at the unusual use of the 5 minutes, although some of the more extreme members of the crowd shouted their approval. I was beyond worrying about the crowd reaction, however. The excitement of the match was over and another need was making itself known. I knew what I had to do and I couldn't wait any longer.

Marty was waiting for me just outside the locker room. "Way to go, Shannon! That's showing the big bitch how we do things here in Chrystal Heights!"

I almost chuckled. I knew Marty probably didn't approve of me making the girl squirt and cover her face but he was trying to be supportive. He really wasn't a bad guy and I needed something from him, so I nodded. "I'm glad you approve. Now listen and don't say a word." I ran my tongue unconsciously over my bimbo red lips. "We're going to your office. While we're there I'm going to do something that I have to do. You're going to go along with it and you're not going to say anything to anyone. Are we clear on this?"

Marty nodded, not sure what I was talking about but too smart to argue. We walked to his office and I shut the door. I took a deep breath. "Drop your pants and sit down, Marty."

Marty looked at me like I had grown a second head.

I clenched my teeth. "Just do it, Marty. Again...I'm warning you...not a word to anyone."

So with a dazed look on his face Marty unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. Without a word I walked over and got on my knees in front of Marty, my attention focused on his cock. It wasn't a big cock, it wasn't an amazing cock, but at the moment it was the center of my universe. I slid my tongue along its length and it quivered and came to life, growing quickly to full hardness. I licked his cock again and then slid my mouth over his hardness. My belly muscles jumped as my bimbo red lips wrapped around his hard shaft and then I lost myself in it. My tightly wrapped lips slid up and down his cock, my fading hair bobbing between Marty's thighs and I was shuddering and moaning like a slut in heat. Having a cock in my mouth felt so right. I was born to suck cock. Then I felt his hands in my hair and suddenly my mouth was full of cum. It happened so fast I swallowed it instinctively. I felt it settling in my belly and then my eyes widened as I realized I having a helpless orgasm. I moaned, Marty's cock still in my mouth, as I shuddered and wriggled helplessly on my knees.

Afterward I wiped my mouth and left without a word. There was nothing to say. I went to the locker room to find Bambi.

Bambi was there when I got there. She just looked at me in sympathy. She knew what I had done.

I shrugged like it didn't matter. "Now, what was it you were trying to tell me before?"

Bambi shook her head. "Oh, Shannon. I was trying to tell you not to fucking trust Marty. He's the one that arranged for Tyger to come here and take you down."

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NEXT: Interlude- Shannon has a discussion with Marty.

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Countermove Ch. 04



Summary so far:

Day 1: Onyx vs. Tyger- Onyx loses for the first time ever and pays the price.

Day 2: Onyx vs. Jewel- Onyx defeats Jewel to stay alive in the tournament but realizes she is changing slowly into a bimbo.

Day 3- Onyx vs. Chaos- Onyx defeats Chaos to make it to the final 4 but discovers she has been set up.

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Countermove By: Chrystal Wynd

Interlude

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, MARTY BROUGHT TYGER IN TO TAKE ME DOWN?!?"

Bambi shifted uncomfortably. Although she could now speak in regular English instead of bimbo-speak she still retained her lush bimbo body and would continue to subconsciously display her considerable assets to best advantage. She therefore actually managed to look adorable while being in obvious distress.

"It's true," said Bambi. "Marty brought her in before he arranged the tournament. He...well, Marty said you were getting out-of-control."

I clenched my teeth. Out-of-control my ass. He was a lot more worried about my forty percent of the gate then me being out-of-control. I was so going to hurt the man. "He knew what Tyger could do when he brought her in here?"

Bambi nodded unhappily. "I was there. He said...he told Tyger what you could do. She just shrugged it off and said it wouldn't be a problem. He was trying to shush her because I was there but she didn't care. Tyger just smiled and...and...did something to me so I couldn't talk about it. I guess...I guess she was just showing Marty what she could do."

"But you can talk about it now?" I said.

Bambi nodded. "When you...fixed my speech it's like it went around whatever she did."

I figured Tyger had blocked any words pertaining to that meeting but I must have either cleared out Tyger's block when I cleaned Bambi's speech paths or I unconsciously rerouted Bambi's speech paths around Tyger's block. That wasn't important right now, though. What was important was that tomorrow morning I was going to wring Marty's scrawny neck.

Monday morning arrived and with it a break from the tournament. The tournament was officially half done and with it four of the eight original contenders. Jewel, FireNIce, Whirlpool and Chaos had all been eliminated and had no chance at the twenty thousand dollar first place prize. Only four of us remained...myself, the little redheaded fireball Fury, the implacable Dominatrix and the seemingly unstoppable Tyger. The tournament would resume with Day 4 on Friday when I faced Fury in the early match; Dominatrix and Tyger- the only two undefeated wrestlers in the double-elimation tournament- faced off in the late match.

Marty was going to be watching the final three days in traction. Despite stuffing my swelling boobs into a now undersized sports bra they jiggled helplessly as I stomped my way towards his office. I stopped and kicked open his office door with a satisfying explosion of splintered wood, not bothered in the least by the fact that the door had been unlocked. No, I didn't knock, so don't bother asking.

Marty jumped about three feet in the air when his door crashed open. He wasn't the smartest guy in the world but he could read the subtle signs that I was upset. Pieces of the doorframe landing on his desk may have also tipped him off.

In three strides I was reaching over the desk and grabbing a double-handful of his already sweaty shirt. I yanked him forward until our faces were inches apart over his desk. "Hello, Marty," I said in the most dangerous tone I could muster through bimbo red lips. "Your ass is grass and I'm a lawnmower. Any final words?"

Marty squawked and wriggled in my grasp, obviously at a loss. The last time Marty had seen me I was walking out of this office right after giving the man a blowjob. "What the fuck, Shannon?!? Are you whacked? Broads are so fuckin' fickle!" he said.

I shook him. "Tell me about Tyger, Marty. And try the truth. I'm about to change your fucking life."

I felt him freeze. Marty was many things, many of them not admirable, but one thing he wasn't was stupid, particularly when cornered and trapped like a rat.

"Shit. How much do you know?" He asked.

"I know enough to know your balls are going to be riding shotgun when they swell to the size of basketballs."

His hands flew reflexively to his jewels. "Shit, Shannon, take it easy! We can talk about this!"

"Then start talking."

"Alright, alright...just...no more dick threats, alright?"

"Fucking convince me, then." I shoved Marty backward into his chair. He cupped his balls to reassure himself and then lit a cigar with shaky fingers.

"Alright...yes, I knew what the jungle bitch could do when I brought her in. She was supposed to beat you, maybe even take your place. Hell, she could do what you do and I figured she'd work cheaper, you know? I'm sorry, Shannon, but you were getting crazy in the ring and fucking raping me at the gate."

I snarled. "Beat me? That bitch is fucking up my life!"

He nodded, unexpectedly sympathetic. "I know. That's why I tried to call it off."

"You did what?"

"I tried to call it off. I thought you knew."

"No."

He blew a stream of blue smoke. "Shit. No wonder you're so pissed. I got nuthin' to do with what she's doing to you. That's all Tyger. I'll tell you something else. That bitch is a fucking nut job."

"No shit!"

"Why don't you get out of town? Take Bambi with you and hole up somewhere?"

"It's too late for that. I'm changing, remember?" Then I paused. "Where the hell did you find her, anyway?"

He shrugged. "She wrestles over in Darkview. Someone told me about her."

I rolled my eyes, incredulous. "You are dense, aren't you? You really thought you could get someone from Darkview and everything would be fine? That town is stranger than Chrystal Heights, numbnuts!"

"Alright, alright, I screwed up. Don't harp on it, alright?"

Suddenly furious, I vaulted the desk and grabbed him by his shirt again. "You bring in some crazy gypsy wrestler to replace me so you can weasel out of our deal and she fucks up my life and you think everything is okay?!?"

Marty's eyes widened. He knew what I was capable of. And he knew me well enough to know that now was a good time to panic. "Shannon, Shannon, I'm sorry, alright! I'm serious!"

I glared at him, knuckles white as I gripped his shirt. I pictured his mind in front of me and my will swelled. My blood boiled...but I hesitated. I had always reacted...why was I hesitating now? Marty had screwed me so it was time for Marty to pay.

But I had known Marty for several years. We weren't exactly friends, but still...maybe I had been a little bit hard on him recently. And maybe he was the closest thing I had to a friend. And maybe I was in trouble now because I had alienated everybody I knew. But I couldn't let him off scott-free either. After another few moments of thought I finally pushed my will into his brain and shoved him backwards with a snarl.

With shaking hands he relit his cigar and took a deep draw. He had felt the fluid changes in his mind and he knew I had done something. He was too scared to ask what, though.

I gave him a hard look. "An address, Marty. Tyger's place. Now."

I tucked the address away and got ready to leave. Marty still looked terrified.

"Don't worry, Marty. You're still pretty much the same. You won't be giving five dollar blowjobs or anything." And that was true. Hell, Marty wouldn't be charging anything.

The drive to Darkview took just under an hour. I was wearing black stretchy sweat pants that had been snug even before my ass and hips had started to swell courtesy of Tyger. Another day had given them more lush proportions and my waist had shrunk another inch. My charcoal t-shirt was stretched tight and the excess material taken up by my swelling boobs was made obvious by my bared navel. The hem of my t-shirt usually reached my waistband.

Bambi was quiet as we crossed the Darkview town limits. She hadn't actively protested the trip but I had a feeling she didn't approve. I wasn't entirely sure I disagreed with her since I wasn't even sure what I was looking for.

Darkview has an unpleasant reputation. My hometown of Chrystal Heights has a strange reputation as well but Darkview tends to be...well, darker. Chrystal Heights has mystery; Darkview has secrets. It's a place where you are careful.

The address took us down a dark roadway just off the main street. Unsavory types walked the sidewalk with their heads down, as if they didn't want to be seen. The buildings that weren't condemned would likely collapse from the weight of a coat of paint. It was early afternoon but people in ragged clothing were sitting against walls drinking from large bottles or rifling through various piles of trash that lined the street.

In this dark heart we finally found The Jungle, home to Tyger's wrestling federation. The Jungle was set on the street like the dilapidated businesses surrounding it but appeared to be in better shape. I pulled into the parking lot behind the building. We got out and made our way to the front doors. I clenched my teeth as we walked; my hips were developing an embarrassingly erotic sway.

The front doors were locked. I sighed. It looked like a wasted trip. A short distance away, however, music blared from an open door. Bambi hung back as I walked over and peered inside. Two large men- apparently bouncers- were standing just inside but I could see enough to know it was a strip bar. A neon sign flashed just above the doorway proclaiming the bar as "The Tyger's Lair".

I'm not a big believer in coincidences. I glanced at Bambi but she shook her head, indicating she would wait in the car. I stared incredulously. Bambi worked in an erotic women's wrestling club but she preferred to wait outside alone in a ghetto rather than go inside a strip bar. Some people have strange hang-ups.

I slid between the two large men at the door and let my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. Despite the early hour there were more than a few customers. The song "Me So Horny" by 2 Live Crew was playing while a few girls in various stages of undress shook their asses for enthusiastic customers. One girl was twirling around a pole on a low stage while another girl appeared to be giving a lap dance to an unshaven man in a trench coat. Someone had made a token effort to give the place a jungle décor with fake jungle trees and monkeys painted on the wall. It did little to conceal the fact that this place was a real dive. There was a door on the far side of the bar with a small hand-painted sign above saying, "The Cave".

I slid onto a barstool. I was in sweat pants and a t-shirt and I felt overdressed...not that I cared. I was trying to figure out who to ask questions when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and realized it the bouncers. Both of them.

The bouncer closest to me was large and beefy with a shaven head. He looked down at me and said, "Hey...ain't you Onyx, that girl wrestler from Chrystal Heights?"

I gave him a look. "Yeah. So?"

Baldy turned to the other bouncer, who looked like a weasel and was built like a whip, and said, "Hey, Paul, get the lady a drink, willya? This is the girl who is gonna kick that bitch Tyger's ass." He turned back to me with a gap-toothed smile. "That's Paul and I'm called Tiny, on account of I'm so big and all. We are pleased to make your acquaintance, Onyx. Your drinks are on the house. Anyone who wants to kick the shit out of that crazy lady is a friend of ours."

I relaxed slightly. We apparently shared a dislike for Tyger. This was my chance to ask some questions.

Paul soon delivered something green in a fairly clean glass and stared at my bimbo red lips as he slid the glass towards me. Creep. Whatever. I expected the green stuff to taste like paint thinner but it was worse...it tasted like licorice-flavored cold medicine. Tiny and Paul were suitably impressed that I was able to drink it straight down, however, so it served its purpose.

I made a show of looking around. "So what's the deal here, anyway?"

Tiny's voice got low. "This is where Tyger puts her conquests to work, Onyx. You didn't know that?"

I shook my head. "No, I didn't." As I watched I noticed that "The Cave" seem to command a fair number of visitors...almost always a customer accompanied by a dancer. "And 'The Cave'?"

Tiny and Paul shared a laugh. "That's for paying customers who want a piece," said Tiny.

I was getting a cold knot in my stomach, though that could have been the green stuff. It was obvious that Tyger was more than just another wrestler. "So why...um...do you guys...work for Tigger...Tyger...in the back room..."

Tiny and Paul looked at each other and nodded. Tiny said, "Why don't we take you back there and show you the back room, Onyx?"

I shook my head but that made the whole room do things I didn't like. "I don't...think so, Teeny." I tried to stand but my knees were too wobbly. The music seemed far away and nothing seemed to be working right. I attempted to focus my ability but my brain was mush. I felt my arms lifted and placed over two sets of muscular shoulders and I was hoisted up. The tables started to move and the door to "The Cave" was getting closer and closer and suddenly I was through the door. Several heartbeats later I was in some little room where I was unceremoniously dumped onto a dirty couch. I could see and hear but my body wasn't responding to anything and my thoughts were soggy. I knew my chin was wet with drool but I couldn't even wipe my mouth.

Tiny stared down at me. "You stupid bitch. What made you think you could walk into Tyger's bar and not be recognized?"

Paul gave a slimy laugh. "I guess she didn't wanna wait to lose the tournament before coming to her new job. You gonna call Tyger?"

Tiny nodded. "Yeah. My cell phone is dead, though. I'm gonna use the office phone. Stay with her until I come back."

Paul snorted. "Awww, she ain't going nowhere. One sip of that green shit is enough to put 'em like that for hours. She drank the whole damn thing."

Tiny grunted and I heard him leave the room. Almost instantly I could feel furtive hands sliding over my body. I felt my ass cupped for several heartbeats before those slimy hands rolling me onto my side, my arms flopping uselessly. Those hands then slid under my t-shirt up to my boobs. His fingers started playing with my nipples and my sensitive traitor nipples hardened. My cheeks reddened as I felt my belly muscles twitching in response to his graceless squeezing and pinching. "Oh, yeah, bitch, you like that, don't you? Ohhhh, yesss, you do..."

"Hello, Paul."

I felt Paul freeze at the words, then back away from me. I couldn't see the speaker.

Paul apparently knew the speaker, though. "Diane? What the hell are you doing here?"

There was a laugh, then the unseen Diane answered, "Oh, just passing through."

"You look great, Diane! Holy shit. What a pair of tits! Are you finally coming back to work?"

Diane laughed. "Not on your life, asshole." Then came the unmistakable sound of someone being kicked squarely in the balls. There was a short, very high-pitched squeal and then the thud of someone falling to the ground. Then nothing.

I still couldn't move or speak and my thoughts were way too sludgy to use my ability. I had to wait until a slim hand with inch-long bimbo red fingernails turned my head so I could see my rescuer. It was Bambi.

Flopped in the front seat, my head against the passenger window, I watched the dark buildings pass by slowly because I didn't have a choice. Bambi wasn't speaking to me for some reason. I wasn't thinking very clearly but it seemed we were taking a different route than the one we had used to get to The Jungle to begin with. Sure enough, we pulled into an unfamiliar parking lot a short time later. Bambi walked around to my side and managed to get me out of the car. She silently hoisted my arm onto her shoulders and walked/dragged me inside a little shop that had a neon sign over the door reading, "The Dark Crayon".

There were reams of pictures and photographs of variously tattooed and pierced people covering the walls, quickly making it apparent we were in a tattoo parlor. A woman dressed in full gypsy regalia came out from the back room and there appeared to be a reunion of sorts between Bambi and the gypsy lady. I wasn't able to hear the conversation but a few minutes passed and the two of them moved closer. I could hear the gypsy lady talking.

"Are you sure, Diane? It will be permanent, you know."

"Oh, definitely, Katya. That's what I want."

What the hell? Why would Bambi want to get a tattoo now of all times? 

And that's when I felt myself lifted and moved to a padded table.

I was flopped onto my belly. There was a hand on my ass as Bambi and the gypsy spoke for a moment. Then I felt my sweat pants sliding over my hips and down my thighs, followed by my panties. I knew my ass was bared to them and I tried to protest but nothing came out. I was a helpless passenger in my own body until this damn drug wore off.

I felt a wetness wiped onto my left ass cheek, then a tickling sensation which felt like Bambi or the gypsy writing. Then came the sound I had dreaded hearing...the buzzing of a tattoo gun. I screamed indignantly but no sound came out. Too soon I felt the vibrating needles working on my swelled ass and then I could only wait. Endorphins mixing with the sludge in my head made me even more dazed. After an eternity I felt the pressure of the gloved tattooing hand lifted from my ass and the buzzing vanished, leaving the room in sudden silence. I felt a hand smearing something over the burning area of my left ass cheek and then something taped over it...a bandage, I surmised. My rounded ass had gotten tattooed.

After sliding my panties and sweat pants back into place, Bambi and Katya shifted me into a sitting position and stepped away to talk together in a low murmur, giving me a chance to catch my breath. After a few minutes they returned holding what looked like a large needle and various little implements I couldn't identify. Katya put on a new pair of rubber gloves while Bambi stepped over to me and pulled my top over my head and down my unresisting arms. Bambi then pulled my sports bra up, baring my obviously swelled breasts. My mouth was hanging open so Bambi used my top to dry my chin, though she made no effort to close my mouth. Bambi then stepped back to allow Katya room.

Katya wiped down my nipples and belly button with something that made them completely numb. She then went to work with the needle. Within minutes a ring was dangling from each nipple and another from my navel. After she had inserted the rings Katya picked up a pre-heated soldering iron and did something to the rings that I couldn't see, though the rings became warm enough that I felt the heat despite my numbness. Finally she stepped back and admired her work, nodding to Bambi. At her nod Bambi took a small dark bottle and poured a sweet smelling liquid on top of my head, which she rubbed into my scalp. I could feel a strong tingling sensation across my entire scalp. Katya stepped up and ran her fingers through my hair, then nodded again. At long last she broke the silence.

"It is finished," she said.

"Oh, Katya. Thank you so much!" said Bambi.

They hugged. Katya began to collect her supplies while Bambi carefully stuffed my overgrown boobs into my sports bra and slipped my t-shirt back on me. Once I was in order she slipped her arm under mine and pulled me to my feet. She walked/dragged me out to the car and flopped me into the front seat.

Bambi got back on the road and at least seemed to be heading back to Chrystal Heights. My nipples and belly button were still numb but my ass was burning. I couldn't shift positions to relieve any discomfort, although my thoughts had cleared enough that I could try to piece together what exactly had happened. It was a slow process- my brain still felt dipped in glue- but I went over what happened at Tyger's place in my mind.




Countermove Ch. 04



Paul had recognized Bambi- he called her Diane and asked if she was coming back to work- and Bambi had called Paul by name. So Bambi was connected with Tyger somehow...but how? She had flattened Paul with a solid kick to the balls and smuggled me out the back door...that part didn't fit. I needed more answers. I felt like I was trying to row with one oar.

My ass was burning and I could feel a major league headache coming on. Bambi had an agenda but I didn't know what it was. My trip to Darkview to investigate Tyger was a failure. I had gotten tattooed and pierced, nearly captured by my rival's minions and betrayed by Marty. And I was slowly turning into a bimbo. Every hand was turned against me.

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NEXT: Interlude continued- Shannon and Bambi have a discussion.

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Countermove Ch. 05



Summary so far:

Day 1: Onyx vs. Tyger- Onyx loses for the first time ever and pays the price.

Day 2: Onyx vs. Jewel- Onyx defeats Jewel to stay alive in the tournament but realizes she is slowly changing into a bimbo.

Day 3- Onyx vs. Chaos- Onyx defeats Chaos to make it to the final 4 but discovers she has been set up.

Interlude- Onyx travels to Darkview to investigate Tyger.

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Interlude- Part 2

The trip to Darkview had turned into disaster. The only thing I learned about Tyger was that she was more predatory than I had known. She was more than just a wrestler; she owned a strip bar called "Tyger's Lair" where she evidently "employed" people who had crossed her. The strippers also "entertained" customers between dance sets. Tyger wasn't just an annoyance- she was a dangerous enemy.

Now, as if I didn't already have enough problems, Bambi had turned on me. She had rescued me from Tyger's Lair but then had taken me to an old gypsy tattoo parlor where she arranged for her gypsy friend to tattoo my ass and pierce my nipples and belly. She had also put stuff in my hair but, aside from a tingling scalp, that didn't seem to be affecting me in any way. At least, not yet. We were still on the road from Darkview driving back to Chrystal Heights and Bambi still had not spoken to me since my "rescue". I certainly couldn't speak to her since I was still drugged from when Tyger's minions had captured me. Whatever they had given me had effectively paralyzed my voluntary muscles and muddled my thinking just enough to keep me from using my mental abilities. I could still move my eyes and I could feel everything as normal- as evidenced by my ass burning where I had been tattooed and the throbbing ache I was beginning to feel in my nipples and navel- but beyond that I was a passenger in my own body until this drug wore off.

It was nearly nightfall when we passed the Chrystal Heights city limits in silence. Bambi drove to the arena and parked. She walked around and struggled me out of the car, then walked/dragged me inside. Bambi walked me to my room and bent me over my small dining room table, then left me there without a word. My new piercings were pressing uncomfortably against the table beneath my belly and I wanted to scream.

I finally heard Bambi return. I hoped she was going to move me someplace more comfortable but instead she began to strip off my clothing. Once I was completely naked Bambi once again bent me over the padded table. I could hear Bambi doing something but I had no idea what it was until I felt the tip of the lubed butt plug pressing against my back opening. I squealed indignantly but no sound came out. Because I was so relaxed back there there was little resistance to the plug's progress into my ass except the natural resistance from trying to slide a thick object into a tight space. Feeling breathless, I almost managed an audible gasp when I felt the plug suddenly pop into place. Bambi walked to the other side of the table where I could see her again. And finally she broke the silence.

"Three years you've kept me as a bimbo and your personal pussy licker, Shannon. Never again make the mistake of thinking I've forgotten that. There's so much more I could do to you...but I won't, because it would be counter-productive to what we need to do. I need to go take care of something now, so I'm going to leave for a little while. You should be able to start moving again in a few hours. You should use the time until then to think about the things you've done to people. As far as I'm concerned my revenge is done unless you give me reason to think otherwise. And I hope you're not that fucking stupid." Bambi turned to leave, then turned back to me again. "Oh, one more thing. By the time I get back you should be more-or-less fully functional again...your mind, anyway. And you may be tempted to use your power against me for revenge. I suggest you don't. I'm protected." And with that final statement Bambi turned and left.

It was not a pleasant several hours. I have always taken whatever I wanted and, thanks to Bambi's words echoing in my head, I got to dwell on that. I was burning with humiliation from being tattooed and pierced against my will and my ass tight around the butt plug was an embarrassing reminder that a bimbo had outsmarted me. My new tattoo burned and my nipples and navel felt raw and painful.

I dozed off; for how long, I'm not sure, but I awoke with a start and the realization that I had some movement available to me. I was able to close my mouth and, with extreme effort, I was able to stand up. I was extremely shaky and far from having full control but it was the first time I had moved on my own in over eight hours. I staggered toward my bedroom on rubbery legs looking much like a puppet on strings, as my arms were flopping around and my head lolled on my shoulders. Because I was naked my bare boobs were bouncing in all directions and I was painfully aware of my new nipple piercings. I still lacked the fine motor skills necessary to remove the butt plug so I did not even try. I stumbled into my room and collapsed on my bed. I was actually exhausted from the effort of walking from the dining room to my bed.

I did not sleep well. No matter what position I lay in I could feel pressure on either my tattoo or my piercings. I was stiff and sore all over and the butt plug filled my ass. Nearly two days growth on my pussy was causing a maddening itch and I was embarrassingly horny. The best I could manage was a light doze.

I awoke the next morning with a start; Bambi was standing by my bed looking down at me. I sat up and blinked myself awake, immediately cataloging various aches and pains. Holy shit, did I hurt. Everywhere. I threw back the covers and moved tenderly to get out of bed. I became aware of just how nauseas I was. I ran to the bathroom suddenly, heedless of how painful it felt to run.

I emerged from the bathroom a while later. I had thrown up, removed the butt plug from my painfully raw ass and took a long hot shower. I shaved my pussy. I was feeling semi-human again. That was the good news. The bad news was that my waist was barely over twenty inches, my hips were still widening and I was pretty sure my boobs would fill at least a C-cup and possibly a D-cup. My lips had begun to swell as well. It was my hair, though, that really showed bimbo progression. My hair had once been a lustrous black; now it had faded to a light brunette color. Strangely enough it had thickened slightly and I was prepared to swear it had grown several inches longer as well.

Bambi was waiting patiently. I was still naked so I started to pull out some clothes.

"Wait," said Bambi. She walked over to me and checked my piercings, then poured some oil onto the palm of her hand, which she then rubbed onto my sore nipples and belly button. This was a different Bambi than I was used to. A confident Bambi. A Bambi of action. Finally she stepped back. "Alright, this oil will promote the healing. It's going to burn like hell for the next day or two but at least they'll be more-or-less fully-healed in time for your match."

I shook my head. "My match? Are you crazy? I can't wrestle with hoop piercings! That's begging for someone to hook a finger in there and rip them out! I can cover my belly piercing with tape, yes, but I can't cover my nipples like that...it's not allowed!"

Bambi smirked. "Oh, don't worry, they can't be ripped out. The top third of those rings- the part threaded through your nipples- is a special metallic elastic. A secret gypsy formula. When Katya heated them with the soldering iron last night she was bonding the elastic to the ring. Permanently. If those do get pulled the elastic will stretch. It will be uncomfortable but won't yank through your nipple." She reached forward and gave one of my rings a sudden tug. I gasped at the pain but Bambi was right...the top of the ring was actually elastic and it stretched. My nipples were at least marginally safe for the next few matches.

Bambi slapped me on the ass. "Turn around," she said. Fuming, I did. I felt her fingers inching the tape off my ass and carefully slipping the bandage off my tattoo. She stepped back and looked, then nodded in apparent satisfaction. "Oh, that is perfect!" She led me over to the mirror and turned me around so I could see it.

My eyes widened. I had expected something gypsy-like and exotic; an Asian letter, perhaps, or a rose or something. Instead I had the word "BIMBO" printed across my left ass cheek in inch and a half tall letters, the first "B" slightly larger than the other letters.

I whirled in fury. "Bambi, you stupid bimbo! This is *permanent*! The crowd can see this from the back rows!"

Bambi's eyes narrowed. "My name is Diane, not Bambi. You need to remember that."

Frustrated and embarrassed, I lashed out. "Your name is Bambi!" And I thrust my will into her brain.

At least I tried. For a moment nothing seemed to happen. Then I felt my tattoo heating up. My hips began to wriggle as the heat from my tattoo began to spread through my hips and surround my pussy and sore ass. Fingers of spreading heat worked through my belly and down my thighs. The warmth spread over my breasts, causing my nipples to harden even more. Within moments I was covered head-to-toe with this heated need. I dropped to my knees, then fell to my side, my fingers suddenly sliding into my pussy in desperate need. My skin became very sensitive and anything touching me anywhere sent vibrant heated messages to my clit. 

Bambi watched me with a bemused expression on her face. She pulled a chair over and sat down next to me as I writhed on the floor, then kicked off her shoes and began to trail her bare toes across my belly.

My blood was boiling. I felt those toes trail across my bare belly and I wriggled and whimpered in need. She left her left foot flat on my upper belly but then she slid her other foot directly between my thighs. I shuddered, my hips began to buck against her bare foot and I began a moaning writhing orgasm that left me a quivering mess.

This went on for several minutes as Bambi sat back and used nothing more than her bare feet to keep me a squirmy wriggling wet mess.

Finally, after four heated orgasms, I began to come to my senses. I was lying on my back, my swelled red lips pressed to her bare foot. Bambi had felt me pause and glanced down at me with a smirk. Red-cheeked, I could only look away.

"What's my name, Shannon?"

"Diane," I mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Diane!" I said.

"Very good. Now that we've established that, go get dressed and we'll have some coffee. Then I'll tell you what we're going to do for the next few days," she said.

A few minutes later we were sitting at my dining room table having coffee. It was embarrassingly domestic but I was too sullen to appreciate the irony.

Diane took a sip of coffee, then lit a cigarette. She blew a stream of smoke and looked at me.

"Yes, I used to work with Tyger. I taught her how to wrestle, in fact."

That startled me. "But Tyger has only been wrestling for a year!" I said.

Diane shook her head. "No, she's only been wrestling for a year under this name. She wrestled for several years before that as 'The Black Panther'."

"The Black Panther? I remember her. She wore a mask, didn't she?"

Diane nodded. "Yes. She retired last year after her first and only loss."

"And you said you're the one who trained her?" I asked.

Diane nodded. "Yes. She came to me about five years ago and wanted to learn. Gawd, she was a natural. She picked it up quickly and was competing in no time. As soon as she learned everything I could teach her, though, she changed. That's when she started using her power, I suspect. She kept it low-key, though. No one knew what she could do. My final match was against her...she was the Black Panther then...and she took the championship from me and put me to work dancing at her club, though she didn't transform me. No one knew she owned that club at the time. She wasn't quite as good at the mind stuff then, and my gypsy blood- I have some, you know- gave me some natural resistance and I shook off her control. That's when I came here." She gave me a hard glare. "And of all things I run into somebody who does the exact same thing. You and Tyger were fucking meant for each other. Tyger has spent her time practicing, though, and you've spent your time making bimbos. That's why you're losing."

I sighed. She was right. I couldn't beat Tyger...she was too good at the mental level and she could beat me in the ring. How the hell could I defeat somebody like that? Nobody had ever beaten her before...well, nobody except...

"Diane, who beat Tyger so bad that she retired?" I asked.

Diane thought for a moment. "Her name was Viper. Why?"

"Well, how did she do it?"

Diane started to shrug until the significance of the question hit her. Then she said, "Good question. Nobody had been able to even come close. From what I heard, though, Viper beat her pretty convincingly."

We sat in silence for a few minutes. Finally I said, "Alwight, Viper knows something we don't know. I'm going to find her."

Diane looked at me strangely for a moment, then nodded. "It's worth a shot. Do that today, because you begin training tomorrow."

"Twaining?"

"Yes, training. I am going to teach you how real wrestlers wrestle, sweetie. Your style is effective enough against the kids here but you have definite weaknesses. That's why Tyger flattened you easily without even having to use her power. It will be a crash course but you'll have at least some basics and maybe a trick or two waiting for Tyger when the time comes."

I thought about that. I would find out what Viper did to defeat Tyger and then learn some hard-core wrestling tricks from Bam- from Diane. I began to feel a twinge of hope for the first time in days. I looked at Diane and nodded. "Alwight, that sounds like a weally good plan."

Diane looked at me strangely again.

I giggled and shrugged. "What?" I said. Then my eyes widened. I hadn't giggled since the seventh grade and I had never lisped in my life.

Tyger. That bitch.

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NEXT: The third interlude- Diane trains Shannon. Marty's change.

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Countermove Ch. 06




Summary so far:

Day 1: Onyx vs. Tyger- Onyx loses for the first time ever and pays the price.

Day 2: Onyx vs. Jewel- Onyx defeats Jewel to stay alive in the tournament but realizes she is slowly changing into a bimbo.

Day 3: Onyx vs. Chaos- Onyx defeats Chaos to make it to the final 4 but discovers she has been set up.

Interlude: Onyx travels to Darkview to investigate Tyger.

Interlude- part 2: Onyx learns more about Tyger while coming to terms with being pierced and tattooed.

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Interlude- part 3

I never saw the hand that grabbed me from behind. One moment everything seemed fine, the next moment I was lying flat on my back. Seconds later my knees were pushed back, my thighs were spread and my bare feet were in the air.

"You're pinned," said Diane, the bimbo formerly known as Bambi. "Again, I might add. You really need to stop watching for only the obvious moves. That's fine against your local competition but against top level opponents you're going to get taken down."

I got to my feet rubbing my sore tattooed ass. "You just got lucky, that's all."

Diane laughed. "Of course. Your bottoms. Now."

I grumbled but slid my bikini bottom over my rounded hips and down my thighs. I tossed them in the corner. "This is just pwactice. We didn't have to use house rules, you know."

"I know," said Diane, "But I have three years of pussy-licking to get even with you for."

That didn't sound good. I got into position and got ready to "practice" again. I had taken the championship from Diane 3 years ago but I had a couple of advantages then...the main one being that I had access to my power then. Not that I didn't have access to it now, but I couldn't use it against Diane. Wrestling Diane straight up, particularly after being physically sore from my narrow escape from Tyger's bar and then being tattooed and pierced, was proving troublesome. In fact, she was handling me with ease. 

This was actually a training session in the ring of the otherwise deserted club arena. Diane had been a champion in two different wrestling federations and knew her stuff. She was trying to give me a crash course in championship wrestling in hopes that it would help me defeat Tyger.

Diane was good, but part of the problem was that I was losing my physical edge. Oh, I was still a good athlete and wrestler, but my razor-sharp skills that were so effective in my toned athletic body weren't quite as effective in my new softer, curvier bimbo body. I could still handle a lesser wrestler, but Tyger wasn't a lesser wrestler. For that matter neither was Fury, who I'd be taking on in two days. My tits had grown from B-cups to DD-cups since my match with Tyger five days earlier and they were definitely getting in the way. My balance was slightly off and they interfered when I tried to reach across my body. My nipples were perpetually hard now from my piercings and they were embarrassingly sensitive as well. And my hair...a smirking Diane had finally admitted this morning that the lotion she rubbed into my scalp when we were at the tattoo parlor was a growth accelerator. Hormones for hair. Diane acknowledged that it was petty but she was returning the favor of making me as girly as possible, even beyond what Tyger was doing to me. The result was that my hair was practically exploding from my head. Because of Tyger my hair had faded almost completely to blonde, but now it was growing about five times faster than normal. It was halfway down my back this morning and I tied it back for our practice but the sensation of a long ponytail tickling my bare back was foreign and distracting.

The main problem, however, was that I was feeling embarrassingly sexy. It was getting harder to focus on wrestling. Pressing and rubbing against Diane's lush body was getting distracting. And now I was trying to wrestle naked.

"Shannon! Focus!" Diane barked. Grrrrrrrr.

I didn't wait for an opening. Instead I went straight for Diane, waist high, perfectly centered. Let's see the bitch avoid this...

...and I suddenly found myself upside down, legs spread and pinned wide open, and completely helpless. I tried to sputter but squeaked instead.

"Let me go, dammit!"

"Do you submit?"

I clenched my teeth. "Yes, I submit."

Diane released me and I dropped to the ground. Three straight easy pins. I got up slowly as Diane belted on the strap-on dildo. My eyes widened slightly.

"You get to fuck me?!?"

Diane nodded. "Oh, yes. House rules, sweetie. Get on your knees."

I was going to argue but the sight of that dildo jutting out from Diane's hips made my breath catch. My mind was pink mist as I dropped to my knees and took that dildo in my mouth. My red lips wrapped around that dildo and instinctively my mouth began to slide up and down the length. I felt fingers threading into my hair and paused, looking up, my mouth full of fake cock. Diane's amused eyes looked down into mine and I felt my cheeks redden. Then those fingers gripped my hair and forced my head to resume its bobbing motion.

After a minute of this Diane slid the dildo out of my wet mouth and said, "Alright, sweetie, get on all fours." Diane stood directly behind me as I complied, dropping to my hands and knees, ass high. Diane patted my rounded ass before I felt her press the tip of the thick dildo against my smooth-shaven pussy. She slid an inch inside me before taking hold of my hips and driving it inside me until her belly was pressed against my ass. I shuddered as that thickness sliding inside my sensitive pussy sent heated fingers of pleasure through my belly. My ass instinctively rose a little higher and Diane pressed tight against me and began stroking that fake cock back and forth inside me. I moaned and unconsciously parted my thighs a little more. My heavy boobs jiggled and swayed as Diane stroked into me, my belly muscles trembling and twitching as my heat grew. Finally my shoulders lowered, my hips bucked and I exploded in a high-pitched squeal of heated release. Hips bucking to meet Diane's continuing thrusts, I became embarrassingly loud as it seemed the flow of pleasure would never end.

At last my shoulders dropped and I fought to catch my breath, waiting for my heart to stop pounding. I felt Diane pull the dildo out of me and I was horribly empty again. Then I felt a bare foot planted on my ass pushing me forward.

"Boy, you really are a slut, aren't you? Let's go...back to work," said Diane.

I struggled to my feet, trying not to show weakness. I wasn't used to getting it like that, let alone cumming like crazy from it. Giving it out, yes, but not getting it. I would show her.

Six lost practice matches later- and six crazy orgasms later- I stayed on the mat. I couldn't get up. My body was rubber but I was still a wet squirmy mess. My belly muscles still twitching from my most recent orgasm, Diane looked down at me and shook her head.

"Shannon, you're making the same mistake over and over again. Don't you learn? You're supposed to be able to reverse anything. You haven't reversed a damn thing. Stand up."

"I can't. You killed me."

"I did not, you big baby. Now stand up."

I grumbled but finally struggled to my feet. This training was not going well at all. I faced Diane again on shaky legs.

"Now pay attention," Diane said. "Stop thinking of your opponent as a brick wall you have to knock down. Instead, think of yourself as mercury. Flow around the obstacles. Understand?" She sighed, then shook her head. "You don't get it, do you? Alright, I'm going to swing at you. Do what you need to do to keep from getting hit."

Diane stepped forward and swung her hand at my face. I stepped up and blocked it with my forearm. Her other hand shot out and slapped my opposite cheek. I stumbled back, hand on my red cheek. 

"You bitch!"

Diane rolled her eyes. "You're still trying to knock me down. You're using strength to fight strength. That only works if you're stronger than your opponent and they're stupid enough to fight you like that. It also lets your opponent dictate the fight. Now, your turn. Slap me."

Oh, this was going to feel good. I flashed a hand at her face to deliver a stinging slap, except Diane wasn't there anymore. She had leaned back just enough to make sure my hand whistled harmlessly past her face, then she grabbed my wrist, twisted and flipped me over her shoulder.

I landed flat on my back with a thud. This was the most humiliating lesson of my life. Well, the second most. I looked up at Diane, my face red.

"I let you spend your energy swinging at nothing, then did what I wanted to do. I flowed around the obstacle and controlled the action," said Diane.

I sighed. I wasn't a good grasshopper. "I can't get up," I said.

"Fine," said Diane, stepping over me, her bare feet straddling my shoulders. "Just stay there." Then she dropped to her knees and sat back so that her bikini'd pussy sat on my mouth.

I tried to protest but my words were muffled by her pussy. She reached down and slid her bikini to the side.

"Now lick, slut," she said. My cheeks burned but I was too tired and sore to resist. My tongue slid into her pussy obediently.

"C'mon, pussy licker...do a good job and I'll let you up." She ground her pussy into my mouth for emphasis.

"Jeez, Diane, where did you find that gorgeous piece of...oh, shit...sorry, I didn't realize it was Shannon under there," said a familiar voice. I fumed. I couldn't see him but I knew it was Marty, club owner, "president" of our wrestling federation and weasel extraordinaire. Not to mention the sonofabitch that got me into this situation.

Diane's hips rocked back and forth on my face as she acknowledged Marty. "Oh, hello, Marty. Who's your friend?"

"This is, ahh, Cruiser. Cruiser, this is Diane and the girl between her thighs is Shannon, the one I was telling you about. Say hi, Shannon."

I wriggled and tried to tell Diane to get off me but all that came out was a muffled curse as Diane continued to ride my face as if she weren't talking to two guys at the same time. I was being forced to pleasure Diane while she carried on a casual conversation. Grrrrrrr.

"Am I interrupting anything?" asked Marty. He almost sounded polite.

Diane continued to rock her hips, adding an extra grind against my mouth. "Oh, not at all. Is there something we can help you with?"

"Yeah, actually. I brought Cruiser here to see Shannon. He might have some information for her, ya know? About Viper."

Diane paused, then reluctantly stood up. "This better be good. Shannon isn't bad with her tongue once you get her a little motivated."

I scrambled to my feet as well, wiping my cheeks self-consciously. Still naked, I looked for my bikini, then realized my modesty was wasted. Cruiser was wearing skin-tight leather pants with leather boots and a leather vest with no top. His torso was smooth and muscular, apparently waxed, and miniature handcuffs dangled from his earlobe. He glanced at my lush bimbo body and stifled a yawn. The hell with it, I didn't need to bother getting dressed.

I nodded at Cruiser. He left me no doubt that my "shifting" of Marty's orientation a few mornings ago was in high gear. Heh.

"You know something about Viper?" I asked. I hoped he did because I had come up with nothing. Viper had disappeared after defeating Tyger last year. I couldn't find anybody who would even admit they knew who she was. When Viper decided to go underground she had apparently decided not to do it halfway.

Cruiser nodded. "That's right, honey. I'm sure you realize by now that Viper likes her privacy. You aren't going to find anything about her from anybody. They're too afraid of her to tell you anything. But she has a friend...a luscious piece of dark meat named Malik. You talk to Malik, you may be able to arrange a meeting with Viper."

It wasn't much but it was a start. "Where do I find Malik?"

"Big, black and beautiful likes poetry, sweet cheeks. If you go to the Electric Raven Coffee and Juice Bar on Wednesday night- that's tonight- it's mike night. You should find him there sucking up culture. I wish he'd let me suck up some of *his* culture- owww!"

Marty had whacked Cruiser on the arm and actually appeared to be pouting. Wow. Maybe I had overdone it.

I nodded thanks to Cruiser and turned around to find my bikini. I heard an exclamation behind me.

"Holy shit, Shannon! You've got a frickin' tattoo on your ass!" Marty's eyes were wide.

I snarled. "Yeah? Well, you're walking weally funny, Marty!"

Marty actually blushed, then looked down and started mumbling. I didn't give him a hard time because I was doing the same. My lisp was getting uncontrollable.

I went to the locker room and took a long hot shower. My training with Diane had left me bruised and sore. Hopefully some of Diane's knowledge would stick. She was a surprisingly deep well when it came to wrestling moves.

I wrapped a towel around me the best I could and padded barefoot to my locker. I got my makeup kit and went to the large mirror. I applied bimbo red generously to my thick lips and covered it with a cherry gloss for effect. No man could look at my cock-sucking mouth now without picturing me on my knees, my red blowjob lips wrapped around a thick cock, sliding up and down a deliciously hard shaft, my tongue sliding along the underside, my cheeks puffed out, feeling that cock harden like steel just before it... 

With a gasp I pulled myself out of the blowjob fantasy. The need to have a cock in my mouth was becoming overwhelming again. My hard nipples were pushing out through the towel and my belly felt empty. I turned away from the mirror.

I stopped suddenly, my heart beating in my throat. I realized someone was standing right next to me. I hadn't heard them enter.

Tyger.

She stood motionless for a moment. Then her expression changed as her lips stretched into a smile that didn't even come close to her eyes.

I stood frozen, trying to regroup. I was alone in the locker room. Unless someone saw her enter I was on my own. Alone.

"So," she said in her slightly accented voice, "You were trying to find out information about me. In my own bar, no less. You didn't feel we were close enough to just ask?" She laughed at her own joke. "Of course not. That's too bad. Did you discover anything you wish to ask me about?"

Her shark eyes locked on mine and I stayed silent. I couldn't answer. Tyger stepped up and wrapped her arms around my neck in an intimate manner, her breasts pressing against mine. She pressed her smooth cheek against mine, her lips next to my ear.

"I told you to lose to Jewel," she whispered. "I'm glad you didn't. Beat Fury, my little bimbo. Beat her, and beat Dominatrix. Beat them all. I want to break you in the final match. I'm going to take you in front of all your fans, my pet. They will see you kneel and give yourself to me. They will be the first to see Onyx the champion become Shani the blowjob bimbo slut. Because at that moment I will make your transformation complete, my pet. Continue learning your little tricks from Bambi. But they didn't really help her, did they? Of course not." Then her arms tightened around my neck and her voice hardened. "But stay away from my bar unless you want to start your new job early, slut." Then she released my neck and stepped back with that cold smile back in place. She pressed a finger to her lips and then pressed the same finger to my lips as if passing a kiss. She seemed to caress my lips for a moment, then shifted and slid her finger into my mouth. My swelled lips instinctively wrapped around her finger and my belly muscles twitched in sudden heated response. My eyes widened.

Tyger laughed and slid her finger from my mouth. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to; my helplessly instinctive reaction had said it all. She blew me a sultry kiss, turned and strolled casually out the door.

The breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding exploded from my chest and I dropped to my knees. My shaking legs couldn't support me. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to suck cock in the worst way.

Tyger. That bitch.

NEXT: Day 4- Onyx vs. Fury.

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Countermove Ch. 07



Summary so far:

Day 1: Onyx vs. Tyger- Onyx loses for the first time ever and pays the price.

Day 2: Onyx vs. Jewel- Onyx defeats Jewel to stay alive in the tournament but realizes she is slowly changing into a bimbo.

Day 3: Onyx vs. Chaos- Onyx defeats Chaos to make it to the final 4 but discovers she has been set up.

Interlude: Onyx travels to Darkview to investigate Tyger.

Interlude- part 2: Onyx learns more about Tyger while coming to terms with being pierced and tattooed.

Interlude- part 3: Onyx trains under Diane.

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The Electric Raven Coffee and Juice Bar was located in Chrystal Heights, not Darkview as I expected. This simply meant that it was closer than I had thought.

I had expected a bright, easy-to-see café on a well-lit street. In actuality the Electric Raven resembled a tavern more than a cafe. It was set off the main street, a short way down a darkened alley. Steps led down to a dimly lit door. Inside was somewhat better lit but there were a host of darkened corners and nooks to sit unobserved. Various small tables were placed haphazardly with no particular order to them. Old couches were placed here and there along with the occasional loveseat. Various quotes and artistic images covered the walls. In a corner was a small slightly raised stage- more of a deck, really- with a single dim spotlight shining on a microphone stand with a stool next to it.

I glanced around. The clientele represented an interesting cross-section of Chrystal Heights. Several mohawked punks lounged on a couch sipping cappuccinos and Shakespeare in equal doses. A bespectacled accountant in a suit-and-tie read "Tax Laws and Dungeons" while holding a leash attached to the spiked leather collar of a six-foot lingerie model dressed in a skin-tight leather catsuit and licking cream from a bowl. A musician with a local hard-rock band drank cucumber chasers and whispered sweet nothings into the ear of a girl dressed in the regalia of Queen Victoria. A pair of nuns sipped chilled Jagermeister and chatted amicably about Emily Dickinson with two cheerleaders who had sweet smiles and evil eyes.

Malik was hopefully here somewhere. The lights dimmed somewhat and the spotlight became marginally brighter, so I sat at a table against the wall where it was darker than the surrounding tables. A man barely out of his teens walked onto the stage and stood behind the microphone stand. He did not sit. His eyes slid restlessly over the crowd as he seemed to gather his thoughts. Then he began speaking:

"The power to change; the strength to not change. They are the Originals.

The battle between Good and Evil continues; light and dark conflict.

The teachers teach, but who watches the watchers? They are the Originals."

The speaker turned and exited the stage without waiting for the smattering of applause his poem generated. There was a low buzz as conversation resumed.

"Can I get you something?"

I turned at the voice. A waitress stood waiting for my order. She was dressed fully in black and had long straight black hair. She looked very much like a grown-up Wednesday from the Adams Family.

I giggled. "Ummmm...I'll have an Electwic Bwue," I said.

Wednesday smirked. "One Electric Blue. Got it." She left.

Then I jumped. The table next to me was behind a pillar and covered in deep darkness, as if it wasn't meant to be used. From that darkness a pair of eyes stared at me.

I stared back. What the hell?

Then a figure stepped out from the darkness. He was tall and powerfully built. His skin was as dark as night, which was why he had been essentially invisible in the cover of darkness. He didn't have an ounce of fat on him and his head was completely shaved. He wore black cargo pants and a tight black tanktop that stretched to show his well-muscled physique to perfection. He was ageless...he could have been twenty-five or he could have been forty-five. And he did not look pleased.

I tried to act non-chalant despite what the sight of his chiseled perfection was doing to my already overwhelming need to have a cock in my mouth. "You must be Malik."

His voice rumbled deep in his chest. "And you're the little girl who asks too many questions," he said in a deep baritone.

"I'm looking for Viper," I said. "It's...important."

He did not seem impressed. "What interest could Viper possibly have in anything you have to say?"

I tried to disregard the ominous vibes he was giving off. "I pwefer to speak with Viper about it. Or do you speak for her?"

He gave me a hard look and I thought I had gone too far. He walked away without another word. 

The waitress brought my blue drink, of which I gulped down half immediately. Malik may have lacked social skills but the thought of his cock in my mouth made me squirm and picture myself on my knees, wrapping my lips around that black shaft, taking him into my throat, my blonde hair bobbing between those thighs, my cheeks puffed out as he filled... 

"Viper has agreed to see you."

I jumped, yanked out of my blowjob fantasy. Malik looked down at me with unreadable eyes, then turned and walked away without another word. I finished my blue drink and scrambled after him. My swelled boobs jiggled helplessly as I moved to catch him from behind.

"You know, the door is in the other direction," I said.

"Don't ask so many questions, girl," he said in that rich baritone.

We ended up in a back room. At least, that's what I think it was. We had exited the main area via a non-descript door that I hadn't noticed earlier. We came down a narrow hallway and now we had entered a room.

The room appeared to be a sparse den of sorts. It had minor comforts such as chairs and a table but little else. A dark-skinned woman sitting in a high-backed wooden chair on the far side of the room was reading a book.

We stood waiting as the woman continued to read. I waited for Malik to speak but he remained silent. At last the woman marked her place and closed the book, then fixed her gaze on me. Like Malik, she was ageless, though I would have put her at about forty years old. She was in perfect shape, although her features were too severe for her to be considered beautiful.

"What is it you need, girl?" she asked, her tone impatient. There was a formality in her enunciation that suggested a slight accent.

I giggled. "We have a common enemy, Viper," I said.

Her voice indicated disdain. "You know nothing about my enemies, girl. What are you carrying on about?"

"I'm talking about Tyger," I said. "I need to know how you were able to defeat her so easily."

"Who?"

I blinked. "Tyger. You knew her as the Black Panther."

"The Black Panther? I am done with that world, girl. I beat her long ago."

"She wrestles again under the name of Tyger. She has...abilities. And she is twying to steal my life..."

Viper cut me off with a wave of her hand. "I know you now. You are that Onyx girl who fights here in Chrystal Heights. I care not for your problems, girl."

This was getting frustrating. I needed help and she was hostile for some reason. I didn't have time for this. I let my mind touch hers so I could get a mental picture of her brain.

And that was a big mistake. I gasped as I felt my mind suddenly squeezed by a giant hand. I was having trouble breathing and my hands were suddenly ripping off my clothing as quickly as I could. Completely naked, I dropped to my knees, head down, palms flat on the ground as I tried to regain my bearings. I could feel Viper touching my mind effortlessly, gathering information like plucking berries from a bush.

Viper's voice was now low and ominous, though it had a trace of amusement. "Are ye really that stupid, girl?" She shook her head. "Malik, this girl is nothing. Why did you bring this silly girl to me?"

I spoke up. "I didn't always look like this! This isn't me!"

Viper's voice indicated disdain. "I wasn't talking about what you look like, girl. Pah! You have no honor! You would destroy those less than you just because you are able to. You are no better than Tyger. Why would I help you?"

"I am better than Tyger! Tyger ruins lives! I just...just did my own thing! Look, I'll do whatever you ask...I just have to know how to beat her."

"What could you possibly do for me? You have nothing. No honor. No discipline!"

"I do too have discipline!" I said.

"Pah! You are full of drives and instincts you cannot control, girl. You have no will power."

"Yes, I do! I can prove it! Give me a chance!" I hated the pleading sound my voice was projecting.

"Ye have nothing, girl! I will prove it. Malik, stand before the silly naked girl." She looked at me. "Show me what ye got, girl."

Malik stepped over to me and unzipped his pants. He reached in and drew out this thick cock. Still on my knees, that cock was inches from my face. Malik moved no closer but it felt like his cock was getting closer and closer to my mouth. I unconsciously licked my lips. I could resist. I had to resist. Just for a few seconds. I had to...

My tongue slid along the underside of that glorious cock. My heart began pounding as the taste of him on my tongue made my pussy gush embarrassingly. I lost track of Viper as my mouth slid over that cock head and I tried to take his entire cock into my mouth. His heavy balls filled my hand as I tried in vain to swallow his growing hardness. I was vaguely aware of Viper calling for someone but was far more interested in the thickness in my mouth. Suddenly I was lifted from my knees. Another black man I had not seen before was now in the room and dragging me to the table. He bent me over the table and lined up his hardening cock with my wet pussy. My eyes widened as I felt his unfamiliar thickness sliding into me. My belly muscles twitching and jumping with bimbo heat, I spread my legs farther apart and he drove into me again and again. I closed my eyes, head back, my blonde hair exploding across my back as I shuddered and moaned. I felt his cock harden and thicken inside me and suddenly he was pounding me silly as his cock emptied inside me. I could feel my pussy filling with his hot cum and suddenly I was a squirming wriggling mess as I squealed with helpless pleasure.

Breathless, I felt myself lifted again and turned as my ass was set on the table. I was laid back and the man was replaced by another unfamiliar black man but with an equally hard cock. He grabbed my bare hips and pulled me to him so I was impaled on his cock, my back on the table, my bare legs on his shoulders. He stroked into me easily, the wet sounds of his thickness driving into me very audible. He lasted for several minutes as I went through a series of embarrassingly loud climaxes, my body no longer under my control.

I lost track of the time. Finally I felt myself dumped to the floor in front of Viper, a used, full, barely-conscious bimbo. I gazed at the stern black woman through half-lidded eyes. She shook her head.

"Benji...Jamal...what do you think?"

One of the men shrugged. "A barely adequate sex toy, Mistress."

Viper nodded. "As I thought. She bears a gypsy mark showing her to be a plaything. You have done well, Benji and Jamal."

Both men went to a knee with their head down. "Thank you, Mistress." Their voices carried respect.

Viper turned back to me. "You waste my time, girl. Ye are not worthy to serve my lowest slave. You are no different than Tyger. You take no responsibility for your past. Pah! Clean your aura, girl. Make right. You can't run from your problems anymore. Tyger has set time bombs in your head. At least make peace with your victims and face your fate like the warrior you claim to be. Because your karma is shit."

Friday night. The crowd buzzed with excitement in anticipation of the resuming tournament. Only half of the original eight contenders remained at this stage: The redheaded Fury, myself, the implacable Dominatrix and the previously unknown Tyger. The early match tonight was an elimination match between Fury and me. The late match pitted the last two undefeated contenders against each other- Dominatrix and Tyger. The winner of my match would face the loser of the late match tomorrow night in an elimination match.

My match against Fury would be starting shortly. I stood before the big mirror in the locker room and looked at what the fans would soon be seeing for the first time. My lustrous raven black hair had faded to full golden blonde locks. My hair had grown too long for a proper ponytail so to better distribute the weight I had split my hair into two long pigtails off the top of my head and dangling down my back to nearly my waist. The effect was embarrassingly school-girlish. My lashes had grown longer and my cheeks rounder and fuller. My lips were swelled so thick I spoke with a lisp now and the pigment in my lips had brightened into a natural bimbo red. They were coated generously with lip-gloss.

My body, athletically slim and muscular a week ago, was now lush with sensuous curves begging to be touched. I had been forced to purchase a new black bikini to encompass my new body dimensions. There was simply no way to disguise the fact that my breasts- modest B-cups a week ago- had swelled to ripe DD-cup fullness. Underneath my new bikini top my perpetually hardened nipples pressed impatiently against the fabric. I could feel the rings in my pierced nipples lying against my skin. Beneath my full breasts my torso flared down to a twenty-inch waist, accented by a single ring in my pierced navel. My tiny waist was contrasted by the sensuous curves of my widened hips, which flared out into a full and rounded ass. The letter "B" could almost be seen under the cover of my bikini bottom. The "B" was the first letter of "BIMBO", which was tattooed in inch and half tall letters across my left ass cheek. My pussy was smooth and helplessly wet. My legs, athletically muscular last week, were now long and smooth with lovely curved calves. My bare feet were in perfect proportion to my ankles. My toenails, like my fingernails, were painted bimbo red.

There were changes the fans couldn't see, of course. The fans couldn't hear my newly acquired incessant giggle, nor my helpless lisp. They had no way of knowing I would never have twirled my hair unconsciously last week or rolled my eyes when I was thinking about something. Nor could the fans know I needed to suck cock- and swallow- at least once every couple of days or I'd go berserk. But the fans wouldn't need to see these things to know I was a very different woman than I had been a week ago.

I turned from the mirror. Although I was not as physically athletic now as I had been a week ago, I had at least learned some fundamental moves- and a few unfundamental ones as well- from Diane. I had been tossed around the practice ring for several days and had been fucked silly for not learning fast enough, but I did learn. I had been a good wrestler with natural ability before last week; hopefully my new knowledge would offset the edge I lost when my body changed into this lush curvaciousness.

Not that it mattered. Even if the sky opened up and I somehow beat Tyger she would still be in my head. But Viper was right. I had to stand and fight anyway. When I went down I would be going down after giving everything I had. 

I heard several girls entering the locker room. Their conversation stopped when they saw me. They looked me up and down to make sure it was me, than they slowly began to smile. Tentively at first, then with more daring until finally one of the girls- Debbie, an opponent I had given an oral compulsion to some time ago- laughed out loud. I bristled. They laughed at me? Me? I could still handle them anytime! No way was I going to take this shit from them...

You are no different than Tyger. You take no responsibility for your past. 

My karma was shit. Although I was an expert at reversals, I didn't have enough time to reverse my karma.

At least make peace with your victims and face your fate like the warrior you claim to be. 

Dammit. That stung. Still...I struggled with it for a moment, then took a deep breath and released the anger. I gave Debbie a single nod and turned around to walk out the door.

There was a collective gasp behind me. One of the girls, made brave by my passive reaction, called out, "Yeah, you better run! Not so tough now, are you?"

I didn't even glance over my shoulder to see who the speaker was. I just called back, "We'll find out soon."

The crowd was surprisingly stoked for an under-card match, even if it was for the tournament. Every seat had an ass in it and the aroma of popcorn and beer was everywhere. Fury had just been introduced and the crowd gave the girl in the red bikini a rowdy cheer. The little redhead had become a fan favorite because of her tenaciousness. She bounded into the ring, her infectious energy bringing the crowd to its feet.

I heard the announcer introduce me. My turn. I took a deep breath and made my way towards the ring with a determined stride. My boobs were too big for me to attempt bounding like Fury.

The applause was initially rambunctious. It had taken me a couple matches to get my home crowd back but I had finally done it when I took out Chaos. The crowd's cheers began to slack off when they got a good look at me. I could hear the buzz of whispered conversations and there were several catcall whistles. I ignored the crowd and concentrated on getting to the ring. Just slipping between the ropes and entering the ring felt like a victory.

The bell sounded and the little five foot red head barreled into me, knocking me backward and slamming the breath out of me. I fell back onto my rounded ass and Fury landed on me. The referee went down to a knee and slapped the mat three times. I was already two pins from elimination.

I got up slowly. Diane was seated at ringside with her hand covering her eyes, shaking her head in despair. I couldn't blame her. I knew that Fury would come out swinging and I had stood there and took it like an idiot. Well, a bimbo. I removed my bikini top and handed it to the referee.

I could hear the buzz again as everyone stared with disbelief at my nipple piercings. That particular body mod is almost never seen on wrestlers simply because of the inherent danger of getting a nipple torn. The rarity gave the piercings a certain erotic appeal to the crowd and, surprisingly, there was some applause.

I got positioned again. The bell rang and Fury, figuring it had worked once, leaped at me again. I took the hit but rode it backward this time, dropping and rolling to continue the momentum started by Fury's attack. I planted my feet in her belly and launched her straight up and over my head. There was nothing she could do as she arched through the air and landed on her back with a matt-shaking thud. I covered her and the referee counted three. It was the same trick I had used with Chaos but Fury was much lighter and had gone much higher. If it had been a week earlier I would have probably launched her into the crowd. Fury took it in stride, removing her top and handing it to the referee to the cheers of the crowd.

Topless, we faced off again. The bell rang and this time I moved first, jumping forward and grabbing Fury in a boobs-to-boobs bear hug. She wriggled in my grasp and, unable to free herself, wrapped her legs around my hips. She then slid her heels down the back of my legs in an attempt to make me fall backward, which would knock the breath out of me and leave her on top of me for an easy pin. But I knew how to reverse that. I bent my knees and let us fall forward so that she landed on her back with me on top instead. The referee counted her out and just like that Fury was naked.

Fury would be at her most dangerous now. The bell rang and we circled each other warily, hands moving, looking for an opening. Fury's little bare feet pitter-pattered the mat. I circled, trying to ignore the weight jiggling from my chest. It was throwing my timing off just slightly but that was enough for Fury to recognize and she dropped and whirled, her swinging leg kicking my feet out from under me. Fury leaped on me but I had just started to roll so I rolled her off me. She scrambled back on top of me and we grappled for position, still on the floor. I had more weight but she had better position. Then she tried to get a better grip on me and I shifted, throwing her off-balance. I spun her sideways and wrapped my arms and legs around her from behind. My greater height gave me leverage and I slid my feet over her thighs but behind her knees and forced her thighs apart, exposing her bare pussy to the crowd. She went berserk trying to free herself, squirming and wriggling. She tried to head-butt me but I slid my hands behind her head and locked her into a half-nelson while keeping her knees spread with my feet. My boobs were giving me leverage problems but I held on for dear life. After an eternity the hold timed out and the crowd went wild. Fury had just been eliminated from the tournament.




Countermove Ch. 07



The referee raised my arm in victory and the crowd responded. I was still the hometown favorite. My heart almost broke for Fury, however. She was still on the ground and I realized that she was on the verge of tears. It had never occurred to the little redhead that she might lose and be eliminated and the realization was just now setting in that she was done.

I was supposed to fuck her now in front of the world. That's what the crowd paid good money to see. But I was startled to realize that I didn't want to humiliate this girl who had brought it all and took it to wrestlers who were bigger, stronger and more experienced than her. The referee came over with the strap-on dildo but I paused, then waved him off. The crowd went silent at this unusual development. I put out my hand and helped Fury to her feet, then lifted her chin. I gave her a slight nod of salute, then pressed my lips to hers and began a heated kiss. I pulled her against me, pressing my swelled boobs against hers and running my tongue over her lower lip. Despite herself, Fury melted into the kiss gratefully as her tongue darted over mine briefly. I slid my hands down and cupped her firm ass, then lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around my hips and our intimate kiss continued.

The crowd was silent at first. What I was doing was highly unusual and they weren't sure if they weren't being cheated. Then, slowly, they realized that I was taking my prize in a way that allowed Fury to keep her dignity and a buzz of approval began to sweep the audience. Then Diane stood up and began to clap, the lone sound echoing in the silent arena. Slowly, then with growing enthusiasm, more and more people joined in and finally the whole arena was standing and stomping and cheering so loud the matt was vibrating. For the full five minutes we kissed, licked and nibbled each other's lips and for the final four minutes the crowd continued to cheer. Finally the reluctant referee tapped me on the shoulder and apologetically said the maintenance guys had to get the ring ready for the next match. We broke the kiss and I raised Fury's arm in the air. If possible the cheers became even more deafening. Fury left the ring like a queen and I was glad.

I exited the ring. Marty and Diane were waiting for me by the locker room.

   Marty shook his head. "What the fuck, Shannon? Are you going soft on me?" Apparently even a gay Marty was still obnoxious.

Diane whacked him. "Marty, shut the hell up!" She turned to me then. "That was...sweet. I never thought I would actually see a classy move from you, Shannon."

I giggled and shrugged. "It seemed like the thing to do," I said. I wriggled a bit. The kiss had gotten me very aroused and I was dying for a nice thick cock in my mouth...my lips wrapped tight, my tongue sliding along the sweet swollen underside, waiting for that explosion of cum to fill my belly, the taste of...

"Shannon!"

I jumped. It was Diane, trying to get my attention. I had fallen into the blowjob fantasy again. Worry clutched at my belly. It was getting easier and easier to fall into it.

A sudden presence filled the hallway. All three of us turned even though the person had made no sound.

Diane's eyes widened slightly. Seeing the tall, powerfully built Malik for the first time had that effect on people. Marty became almost giddy. I made a mental note to fix his damn programming.

Malik looked at me without speaking for several seconds. There was something almost like approval in his gaze. Then he spoke in that rich baritone.

"The Mistress has decided to give you one hour of preparation tomorrow. Be honored. Arrive at 10am. Do not be late." He turned then and left as silently as he had arrived.

An hour. Viper had agreed to give me training for an hour. It was only an hour but for the first time since I had been on my knees in front of Tyger a week earlier I began to feel hope.

NEXT: Day 5(pt.1)- Tyger vs. Dominatrix. Viper trains Shannon.

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Countermove Ch. 08



Summary so far:

Day 1: Onyx vs. Tyger- Onyx loses for the first time ever and pays the price.

Day 2: Onyx vs. Jewel- Onyx defeats Jewel to stay alive in the tournament but realizes she is slowly changing into a bimbo.

Day 3: Onyx vs. Chaos- Onyx defeats Chaos to make it to the final 4 but discovers she has been set up.

Interlude: Onyx travels to Darkview to investigate Tyger.

Interlude- part 2: Onyx learns more about Tyger while coming to terms with being pierced and tattooed.

Interlude- part 3: Onyx trains under Diane.

Day 4: Onyx vs. Fury- Onyx defeats Fury. Viper agrees to give Onyx one hour of training.

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Day 4- interlude

I had just beaten Fury in an elimination match. Fury had battled and scrapped her way through the tournament but the little redhead had finally gone the way of Jewel, FireNIce, Whirlpool and Chaos. There were now just three of us left battling for the twenty thousand dollar prize. Of course, some of us were battling for more than that but that was hardly on the advertising posters.

Besides myself only Tyger and Dominatrix remained. Tyger and Dominatrix were both still undefeated at this point but they were facing off against each other in a match that would be starting in a few minutes. This was a highly anticipated match; both Tyger and Dominatrix had dispatched their opponents with ease and neither had lost a single article of clothing to this point. The winner would be in the championship match Sunday night; I faced the loser tomorrow night.

I found a place close to the ring where I could watch the match without interruption. I wanted to watch this match for strategic reasons, inasmuch as I faced the loser tomorrow night. I felt a knot of anxiety forming in my belly at the thought of facing Tyger tomorrow night. I still didn't feel ready to face her again.

Of course, facing Dominatrix would be no picnic either. She was taller and stronger than Tyger, nearly as fast and had a collection of moves designed to embarrass and humiliate her opponents. She often collared those who lost to her in the ring; Dominatrix was a lifestyle Domme outside the arena.

I had difficulty hearing the introductions over the swelling cheers of the crowd. The air was buzzing with anticipation and fans were placing bets in the stands. Both wrestlers positioned themselves for the opening bell. Dominatrix, sporting her every-present confident smile, strutted about in a black leather bikini, while Tyger moved with the lethal grace of a predator cat in her tiger print bikini.

At last the bell sounded to start the match. Tyger moved towards Dominatrix while the domme assumed a slightly more wary stance. They circled each other for a moment, then Tyger's hand shot out and grabbed Dominatrix's wrist. The domme reached over and grabbed Tyger's wrist, spun and twisted Tyger's arm in a manner that Tyger was flipped completely over. Tyger landed on her back with a jarring thud and appeared to be momentarily stunned. Dominatrix immediately straddled Tyger's chest, her round ass planted firmly on Tyger's boobs. The domme slid forward then and pressed her pussy against Tyger's face. Dominatrix hadn't pinned Tyger's arms firmly enough, however; Tyger worked her arms free and wrapped them around the domme's legs, then slapped her hands on Dominatrix's boobs. Using the domme's chest for leverage, Tyger pushed Dominatrix backward until she was able to lock the domme's head between her thighs. Then she rolled over so that Dominatrix was face down on the matt. Tyger released the domme's head but used her knees to pin Dominatrix's arms to the ground. The position was interpreted as a pin by the referee, who dropped to a knee to slap the mat three times. Tyger slapped Dominatrix's ass in sync with the referee slapping the mat. The crowd roared as Dominatrix was pinned for the first time in the tournament.

Dominatrix was an artist. Her serene smile never wavered as she stood and did a little pirouette, making a show of removing her top and handing it to the referee. The confidence in her smile had dropped a notch, although that wasn't apparent to the fans as she brought her shoulders back to display her full firm breasts to the cheers of the crowd. Dominatrix was the oldest competitor in the tournament but also one of the most glamorous and she knew how to play the audience.

That exchange set the tone for the match. Dominatrix's greater strength and experience was offset by Tyger's unnerving speed, while Tyger's concentrated intensity was matched by the domme's stolid implacability. They were nearly evenly matched.

Dominatrix had a seemingly endless store of maneuvers but Tyger proved too fast each time. Dominatrix appeared to catch Tyger in a complicated arm lock that would display Tyger's boobs to the crowd and force Tyger into her first lost point but Tyger's lightning reflexes enabled her to shift just before the domme made the final adjustment. Tyger broke free of the hold and sent Dominatrix reeling with a blow to the domme's chest. The domme tried a complicated twirl on the axis of her waist that appeared to catch Tyger flat-footed but once again Tyger's speed enabled her to leap back, evading the whirling kick.

The match continued without pause for several minutes, with neither opponent gaining an advantage. Unable to catch Tyger unaware with any of her complicated signature maneuvers, Dominatrix stepped up to grab Tyger so as to use her size to greater advantage. Tyger broke the hold and dropped straight down, then hooked Dominatrix behind her knees, causing the domme to topple backwards. Tyger cradled the fallen domme quickly, bending her legs back so that the domme's knees were close to her ears. Tyger pressed down, using leverage to prevent Dominatrix from getting up and displaying the domme's ass to the crowd. The referee dropped and slapped the matt three times, indicating a pin. Tyger released Dominatrix, allowing her to get up. The implacable domme slipped off her bikini bottom and handed it to the referee without display.

The tension level in the arena rose as the opponents squared off once more. What had been an even match was beginning to imperceptibly tilt towards Tyger and the crowd sensed Tyger's growing confidence. Dominatrix was now gloriously naked and trying to fight a fully dressed champion with no apparent weaknesses.

The bell sounded. Sensing it was time for the kill, Tyger moved in, hands spread. She shuffled her feet, then snatched at Dominatrix's wrist. Dominatrix then grabbed Tyger's wrist, locking it against her own, and rolled sideways, sending Tyger over her hip. Tyger hit the mat hard and Dominatrix wrapped herself around Tyger. Tyger struggled and appeared to slip free but the domme was simply shifting herself. Too late Tyger realized she had been tricked into turning around and she suddenly found herself on her back, with Dominatrix straddling her chest. Tyger tried to use her feet to flip the domme off but Dominatrix trapped Tyger's calves under her arms. She then slid forward so her bare pussy was pressed against Tyger's face. Tyger's shoulders were pressing against the mat so the referee dropped and slapped the mat three times. Her face pressed against the domme's bare pussy, her ass in the air and displayed to the crowd, Tyger had been pinned for the first time in the tournament. The crowd went crazy and even I was tempted to cheer.

Tyger undid her top and handed it to the referee. Her face was thunderclouds. The bell rang and she went after Dominatrix again. She lunged at the domme but Dominatrix spun gracefully and slapped Tyger on the ass before stepping back out of range again. Tyger whirled in fury and reached out with both hands to grab Dominatrix but the domme's hands caught Tyger's hand in mid-air. They clenched fingers for a moment, but then Dominatrix stepped up and pushed both their hands in the air. She did another spin and suddenly she was behind Tyger, with Tyger's hands pulled over her own shoulders. With her hands trapped over her shoulders, Tyger's bare boobs were on display and Tyger couldn't do anything about it. Then Dominatrix pressed her knee into Tyger's ass, forcing her to jump up slightly and causing Tyger's boobs to jiggle. This elicited strong and appreciative applause from the crowd. Tyger dropped to her knees trying to get out of the diabolic hold but Dominatrix went down with her. Then the domme leaned forward and forced Tyger to her belly. Dominatrix slid up and straddled Tyger's ass while still keeping Tyger's hands locked behind her shoulders. Dominatrix leaned back then while still sitting on Tyger's ass; Tyger's shoulders came up, prominently displaying her boobs once more. It was a great hold; there was no escape and it would time out soon, resulting in another pin against Tyger. There was an excited buzz among the audience as it became more and more clear Tyger couldn't get free. Tyger tried to struggle free, failed, then looked over shoulder at Dominatrix.

I saw it happen, though no one else understood the significance. Tyger looked at Dominatrix and narrowed her eyes. Dominatrix flinched. It was only a momentary flinch but that was all Tyger needed to slip her hands free and roll, sending Dominatrix to the mat. Tyger was all over the domme then and although Dominatrix tried to fight back, she had lost something and the outcome was no longer in doubt. Dominatrix was slammed to the mat a final time and the bell was sounding. Tyger had reserved her place in the championship match; I would be facing an angry Dominatrix tomorrow night.

Once the bell sounded Tyger appeared to relax again. She made Dominatrix kneel naked in front of her, her bare bottom sitting on her heels. Then she locked Dominatrix's wrists to her thighs using thigh cuffs. Once this was done, she pulled the domme up on her knees and slid the strap-on toy into Dominatrix's mouth. Tyger pumped the cock back and forth in Dominatrix's mouth until the domme's chin was covered with drool. Then she pulled out and walked behind Dominatrix. Tyger gripped the domme's hair and pulled her head back until the cords in Dominatrix's neck could be seen. She appeared to whisper in the domme's ears for several long seconds. Then she licked Dominatrix's face and released her hair. Tyger took a step back and placed a bare foot on the domme's back, giving her a shove forward. Unable to break her forward fall- her wrists were strapped to her thighs- Dominatrix landed cheek first on the mat, her rounded ass in the air. Tyger got behind the domme and made a show of sliding the thick strap-on toy into Dominatrix's pussy. Once she was completely inside, Tyger grabbed Dominatrix's hair and pulled back and she began to pound the domme silly with the strap-on. Dominatrix wriggled and moaned helplessly until, just before time was up, she exploded in a shuddering climax. Tyger slid the toy from Dominatrix's pussy and left the ring to scattered applause, leaving Dominatrix on her face and knees, trying to recover from a shattering orgasm...and maybe something else as well. 

Day 5

I arrived at The Electric Raven at 9:45am. Malik had instructed me not to be late for the training session Viper had granted me and I was taking no chances. Despite the early hour there were several customers scattered throughout the café.

I attracted some moderate attention when I entered. I was wearing tight red jogging pants and a matching halter-top. My tits were pressed together and almost bulging out the top of the halter, which was designed to stretch and could accommodate up to DD so apparently my boobs were still growing. My blonde hair was full and reached my waist now. My hips swayed when I walked inside and my belly ring accented my bare navel.

I knew I was early so I sat down at a table. A waitress in a skin-tight full leather body suit walked up.

"Hey, gorgeous. Take your order?"

I giggled. "Um, something blue, like, I had the other day...ummm..." This was embarrassing. I was getting worse. My lips had gotten so thick I couldn't speak without a lisp and everything I tried to say was coming out in bimbospeak.

The waitress brought me my drink and I nursed it as I waited. I glanced at a clock and saw that it read 10:00am even. I wondered if I have made a mistake and I was supposed to locate the Lady Viper myself. Then Malik's broad shoulders and bald head were standing in front of my table. He gave me a nod of greeting, then turned and walked away. I got up from the table and followed Malik to a door.

I walked with Malik in silence. Finally I asked, "Why did Viper, like, you know, change her mind about training me?"

Malik did not changer his stride nor even look in my direction as he answered in his deep baritone. "The Mistress feels there is hope for you after all, despite your proclivity towards...self-glorification."

My hips wriggled as I did my best to match Malik's long strides. "Self-confidence is bad?" I asked, giggling.

"Self-confidence is fine," said Malik, "but self-glorification? Have something to glorify first."

They certainly weren't the type to blow smoke at you around here. We walked the rest of the way in silence. Then we entered Viper's "chamber".

Viper was sitting on the floor in the middle of the chamber with her eyes closed and her legs crossed in yoga fashion. She was dressed in skin-tight black clothing and appeared to be meditating. The chamber was completely silent and smelled strongly of honeysuckle incense. Malik and I stood quietly until the dignified black woman opened her eyes and looked at us.

"So," she said with her slight accent, "You seek to vanquish your enemy still. What are your reasons for doing this, girl?"

"Reasons?" I asked, puzzled. I had thought the reasons obvious. "Because she's, like, trying to mess up my life and stuff, you know?" I cringed inside. I sounded like the biggest bubble-headed bimbo in the world.

Viper didn't seem to hear my words, however. Her dark eyes rested on me, assessing, and finally she sighed and shook her head. "You are not what ye were, girl, but ye are not where ye need to be, either. I will teach you to defend yourself, girl, nothing more. It may not be enough, but it will have to do. There will be two conditions ye will agree to before we begin, girl. Without your agreement we will do nothing."

I released the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "Oh! Omigod, sure, no problem!" I said, giggling.

"The first condition, girl, is that ye understand you will be paying a price for your lesson. The second condition, girl, is that ye don't waste my time."

"A price?" I said. 

"A price, girl. Irrelevant if ye are unable to defeat your enemy, but a price nonetheless. You are going to atone for your transactions symbolically, girl, but I will speak about it no more. Do ye agree to the conditions?"

The vague nature of the "price" made me feel a bit dubious but I didn't really have a choice. I nodded.

"Speak up, girl! Either ye accept it or ye don't, but stand on your two feet when ye do either!"

I giggled. "Oh! Oh, yeah, I totally accept!" I clenched my teeth. I sounded like I didn't have a brain in my head. Thank goodness Viper could see past that.

Viper nodded, then stood up. "And done, then. Now, strip, girl."

My eyes widened slightly. "Stwip?"

Viper's nostrils flared momentarily. "Ye agreed to the terms, girl, and one of those terms are, 'Don't waste my time'. Do ye fight naked?"

"Well...no...I mean, yes...well, sometimes...."

"Do ye feel stronger when ye are fighting naked or when you are dressed, girl?"

"Well, dwessed, of course!"

"Exactly, girl. You could learn everything I have to teach ye, and ye will forget it the moment ye get stripped and flustered out there, girl. But if ye learn it while ye are naked, it will stay with you. And that is the last time I am explaining myself to ye, girl. Now, strip."

She had a point. Fine. I stripped off my clothing and stood before Viper in all my naked glory.

"You have a lush body, girl, and you are a plaything, but you have the advantage of being underestimated. Do not be so quick to discount such an advantage, girl," said Viper.

"Plaything?!? I am not a....!"

"Silence!" thundered Viper. "I'll not abide your constant chatter, girl!"

I shut up then.

Viper explained that the most important thing I was going to learn today was protecting my mind against uninvited intrusion. I would be able to set up a shield around my mind that would prevent most attempted invasions. Tyger had obviously used a shield the night of our match, which was why when I attempted to touch her mind I had been unable to grip anything.

I giggled. "But, like, I don't project stuff. I change things in their mind, you know?"

Viper gave me a flat stare. "Are ye really that unknowing, girl? Anybody can make a mental shield whether they have abilities or not. Those who are talented in the mind can make a better shield, that is all."

"Oh!" I replied, but in a really smart way.

"Now, girl, picture an unbreakable bubble molded around your mind."

I closed my eyes to let the picture come into focus. I gasped suddenly as I felt a stinging blow on the back of my head. "Owwwww.....!" I said, hand on the back of my head. "What was that for?!"

"Are you going to close your eyes when you fight Tyger, girl?" asked Viper.

I looked down. "No," I said.

And so it went. Viper verbally and occasionally physically abused me but soon I was projecting a solid shield. It was time for the first test.

"Alright, girl, I'm going to give you a solid mental tap inside your skull. Ye will maintain your shield while I do this. Do ye understand?"

I nodded, ponytail bouncing. "Do it."

I waited for a moment and then felt a tap against my shield. I smiled as I realized my shield was holding. I got ready for a second tap when I suddenly felt a hand on my bare ass. I gasped and spun, realizing it was Malik just as Viper's next tap popped my bare brain. I recoiled instinctively and took a step backward, stumbling, then falling. Viper stepped forward and placed her foot on my throat.

"You're not focusing, girl," she said.

"Malik totally grabbed my ass!" I said.

"So are ye saying your bottom will not be touched when you are fighting, girl?"

I opened my mouth to answer, then closed it again. Dammit. I was being a bad grasshopper again.

It was a brutal hour. Creating a shield was much harder than I would have expected. All my previous experience with my power involved working with stuff already in place...building a shield required creating something from nothing and this was far more exhausting.

Viper did not waste time babying me and her voice cracked like a whip. Just building a shield was not enough. The shield had to be maintained as well, regardless of whatever distractions were occurring at the time...such as having one's ass grabbed.

At the end of the hour I was completely drenched in sweat and my head and body ached but I could put up and maintain a reasonably strong shield. For warm-down exercises Viper showed me some tricks unlikely to work against any experienced opponent but good for developing mental discipline, such as projecting a reflection of your opponents mind so that your opponent attacked their own mind instead of yours. I remembered seeing that during my so-called "research" on a web site and chuckled ruefully.

I was finally allowed to dress once more. Viper spoke as I did so.

"Do not ask for further instruction, girl; I have interfered too much as it is. The price will be known to you after your contest. I wish ye luck, girl. You have a quick mind and the ability to change. Be what ye are, not what you think ye are. If ye manage to beat Tyger there may even be hope for ye."

NEXT: Day 5- part 2: Onyx vs. Dominatrix

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Countermove Ch. 09



Summary so far:

Day 1: Onyx vs. Tyger- Onyx loses for the first time ever and pays the price.

Day 2: Onyx vs. Jewel- Onyx defeats Jewel to stay alive in the tournament but realizes she is slowly changing into a bimbo.

Day 3: Onyx vs. Chaos- Onyx defeats Chaos to make it to the final 4 but discovers she has been set up.

Interlude: Onyx travels to Darkview to investigate Tyger.

Interlude- part 2: Onyx learns more about Tyger while coming to terms with being pierced and tattooed.

Interlude- part 3: Onyx trains under Diane.

Day 4: Onyx vs. Fury- Onyx defeats Fury. Viper agrees to give Onyx one hour of training.

Day 5- part 1: Onyx trains under Viper.

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Day 5- continued

I left the Electric Raven and then stopped at the Chrystal Heights Eastside Mall to do some shopping. There was no getting around it...I needed a new bra.

I went inside the first clothing store that caught my eye. I had a lot on my mind and I wasn't really worried about brand names. I took several bras and a few other items- I was getting tired of wearing sweat pants- inside a dressing room and tried them on as I thought about tonight's match.

Tonight I was fighting Dominatrix. 34E bra?!? Holy shit. The implacable domme was tough even when she wasn't pissed off, and tonight she would not be a happy camper. Oh, this hot pink pleated mini-skirt looks adorable. She had a wealth of knowledge when it came to wrestling moves. This spandex crop top really shows off my cleavage and my belly ring. The guys will love it. Dominatrix was big, strong and fast as well. These thongs will show off my ass. She wouldn't fall for just anything. Oh, I have got to get some new shoes to go with this outfit.

I left that store and wandered around the mall, thinking about Dominatrix and Tyger. Damn, these new five-inch heels make my legs and ass look awesome. Dominatrix had been the first one to test Tyger. The salon did an adorable job on my fingers and toes. Bimbo red is soooo hot. Tyger had won, but it had been the first time Dominatrix had been tested as well. They did a great job on my hair, too. I look hot. Dominatrix was no one to screw around with. Omigod, Brazilian wax jobs hurt like a sonuvabitch!

I left the salon and figured I had time for one more stop before I got back to the gym. I needed some new workout clothing so I made my way to The Fitness Place. I entered the quiet store and looked around for a clerk. I saw one other customer in the store and I chuckled, because she looked like an even bigger bimbo than me. Her blonde hair was teased out and it flowed all the way down her back to her tiny waist. She had thick bimbo red lips, big pink hoops dangling from her ears and absolutely huge tits barely held in check by a spandex crop top. Her bare belly was pierced and her hips flared out into rounded curves. Her hot pink pleated mini-skirt barely covered her ass and her long legs ended in five-inch strappy come-fuck-me heels. Even her fingernails and toenails were painted bimbo red. No doubt she kept the boys in her high school happy because she had plaything written all over her. She was staring at me- probably because I was staring at her- so I gave her a wave of apology. The bimbo waved back at me at exactly the same time, like a mirror image. Then I gasped, my heart pounding.

The bimbo had moved like a mirror image because that's what she was.

"Help you, Miss?"

I jumped. The voice had come from right behind me; an employee of The Fitness Place. And what an employee. He had dark hair and was wearing sweat pants and a tight tank-top that showed off his shoulders and arms. And his chest. His luscious chest. His stomach was flat and although I couldn't see under his tank-top, I was almost positive there were abdominal muscles involved in there somewhere. The bulge in his sweatpants suggested he wasn't taking steroids. The bulge...the luscious bulge...the bulge I wanted to wrap my red blowjob lips around, sliding that thick shaft into my mouth, my tongue tasting the swelled underside, feeling that shaft sliding into my throat, my cheeks puffing out, waiting for that delicious explosion into my mouth, my belly filling...

"Miss? Are you okay?"

I blinked, then giggled. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, honest! I was just looking for...ummmm...some workout cwothes, you know?" My cheeks burned. Pectoral boy took it in stride, however, walking me around and collecting several items.

I giggled helplessly, then asked pec boy where the changing rooms were. He walked down a little hall behind the service desk. There were little rooms on either side of the hall with locking wicker doors. He opened one of the doors and held it open for me and I tried to enter the little room, but I hesitated as I was about to walk by him. I was trying to ignore his masculine scent but all I could really think about was my lips sliding down that hard shaft, my mouth full of his cock, my cheeks puffed out, my belly filling with...

"Miss? Are you okay...?"

No, I wasn't. I knew what I needed, though. I pushed him inside the little dressing room and closed the door. Without preamble I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled down his sweat pants, freeing his ample cock. I ran my tongue along the underside and then wrapped my red bimbo lips around his shaft. His cock hardened in my mouth and soon my head was bobbing as my mouth stroked over his cock again and again.

His hips began to piston as he stroked his cock into my mouth. He paused as a voice was heard just outside the dressing room door, however.

"Derek? Are you in there, man?"

Derek looked down at me. "Shit. That's Shawn. He's a co-worker." Then the door opened.

I felt Shawn's eyes on me. My cheeks were red and I tried to stop servicing Derek...but I couldn't. My mouth continued to slide up and down his shaft as if there wasn't somebody watching me.

Shawn was built similarly to Derek, slightly less muscular but slim and athletic. He stared at me as my head bobbed in front of Derek.

"Dude," said Shawn, "Did you know there's a hot blonde attached to your cock?"

"Yes, I know," Derek answered. "We were doing just fine until you came barging in here."

"Oh," said Shawn. "Sorry, dude. It's all part of my global domination plan, you know?"

"You have a plan for global domination?"

"Nah, but if I had one this would definitely be part of it. That girl really digs the cock, doesn't she? She hasn't stopped yet, dude. Sweeeet."

This was true. I hadn't stopped. I couldn't, really. Despite his conversational tone I could tell that Derek was close to cumming and my belly muscles were twitching and jumping like crazy in anticipation. Try as I might, my body simply wouldn't let me pull my mouth off his cock.

Shawn moved a little closer. "Hey, dude, you think she'll mind if I touch her tits a little? She's got like an awesome set of hooters."

Derek just grunted. His balls were swelling in my hand and the taste of pre-cum was very prominent in my mouth. Suddenly I felt my boobs being cupped from behind me, fingers sliding over my sensitive nipples. I moaned indignantly around Derek's cock, not wanting to admit how good it felt but feeling my belly muscles jump at the sensations suddenly coming from my nipples. I could hear Shawn crowing in jubilation, sounding far away.

"Dude, this chick has pierced nipples, man! She's a freak! Alright!"

Derek's only answer was to groan and begin filling my mouth with hot cum. My mouth was in danger of overflowing and I had to swallow Derek's semen quickly. He continued to shoot stream after stream into my mouth as I swallowed it as quickly as I could. However, the sensations of my belly filling with hot cum and Shawn's fingers playing with my nipples pushed me into my own heated orgasm. I began to moan helplessly around Derek's cock, shuddering as tendrils of pleasure curled around my warm filling belly. 

After an eternity the sensations faded enough so that I could stand, but my legs were rubbery and I stumbled in the unfamiliar high heels. This caused me to lean forward and put my hands on the chair in front of me to break my fall. Shawn, however, misinterpreted my fall as bending over for him and immediately lifted my hot pink mini-skirt over my hips.

"Awesome! She's got a "Bimbo" tat right on her ass, dude! This chick is super freaky! Yow! Man, go get Keith, he needs to get a load of this chick...I'll keep her busy 'til you guys get back."

I was still leaning on the chair, trying to catch my breath. I felt my thong suddenly sliding over my hips and down my thighs. I gasped, "Like, hey!" but suddenly two fingers slid into my freshly waxed, smooth, gushing pussy. I squealed indignantly, but leaned forward even more so he had a better angle. My upraised ass wriggled as he began to piston those two fingers back and forth inside my wet pussy and I realized my arousal was impossibly high again. A part of me registered that Tyger had bimboed my sex drive but the rest of me was too busy squirming like a slut in heat to care.

I actually mewled in heated need when I felt those fingers slide out of me, but within moments I felt a thickness penetrate me and slide into my pussy from behind me. I belated registered that Shawn had replaced his fingers with his cock and was now fucking me with abandon. My hips bucked back to meet his thrusts and I was shuddering with delicious need. Wet squishy noises filled the tiny room as Shawn pounded me silly. Then he grabbed my hips, slid his cock all the way in and just ground inside me. My pussy clenched his hard shaft with desperation. Then his cock seemed to get thicker and harder and my eyes widened as I realized he was cumming. My hips wriggled in his grasp and my vision blurred as an impossibly intense wave of pleasure swept over me.

My heart was still racing and I was still trying to catch my breath when I finally realized I could hear voices nearby.

"See, Keith? I told you," said Derek's voice.

An unfamiliar voice replied, "Alright, I admit you weren't yanking me, Derek."

"Dude, I'm telling you, this chick is hot! Get in here now before she cools off, boyo!" said Shawn.

"Damn straight," said the unfamiliar voice, "But I'm not going in behind you clowns."

I giggled. My lips were still too swollen and I was still too breathless to talk clearly but it seemed Keith was content to just look. Or so I thought. Suddenly I felt fingers sliding into my wet pussy again and I shuddered helplessly. How could I possibly be getting hot again?

However, it wasn't my pussy Keith was after. I realized this when I felt a sudden pressure against my tight rear opening. I gasped and clenched, figuring that would prevent him from penetrating me back there but too late I realized he had taken the abundantly slick lubrication from my pussy and liberally coated his cock with it. My tight rear opening unexpectedly relaxed against my will and my eyes widened as my ass was suddenly full of cock. It took me several heartbeats to get used to the sensations. Then Keith began to stroke into my ass with a steady rhythm and impossibly I was moaning in pleasure. Incredibly intense sensations of pleasure bloomed from my rear opening and suddenly I was parting my thighs further to give Keith more room to work. I could feel the unseen Keith's hard shaft sliding back and forth inside my ass and I was wriggling like a slut in heat, my belly muscles twitching and jumping yet again. When my tight clenching ass felt Keith's cock harden and thicken my head went back, my red lips parting soundlessly as my arousal reached a peak and hovered. Then my ass was filling with cum and I was crying out with helpless pleasure as my mind exploded with colors from the intensity of a devastatingly wracking climax. I could feel Keith's shaft pumping wave after wave of hot semen into my ass and I couldn't stop orgasming from the sensations. I wondered briefly if my ass could possibly hold all the cum that Keith seemed to be pouring inside it. Then my vision faded to a wonderfully soft wave of darkness.

I remained in a giddy state of limbo for several minutes. Finally it dawned on me that I was alone in the dressing room. The workout clothing I had selected earlier had been folded and neatly bagged. A receipt was stapled to the side of the bag even though I hadn't paid for anything. I slipped my thong back into place, checked myself in the mirror and then made a beeline for the door. A man in a suit stood by the cash register. His managerial air suggested he was the reason the guys had made themselves scarce, and I was fine with that. I saw Derek and Shawn stocking some shelves but realized I had no idea what Keith looked like. I had been fucked in the ass by someone whose face I never saw.

I got back to the arena as fast as I could. I had spent way too long on my shopping trip and I definitely couldn't be late for my match with Dominatrix. I grabbed my bags and went straight inside. Of course Diane, Marty and Cruiser were in front of the locker room. There was a moment of silence as they stared at me.

Marty finally said, "Wow, Shannon, you look..."

Diane cut in, "...about sixteen years old."

Cruiser said, "Oh, don't pick on her! She looks adorable!"

I didn't know what they were talking about at first. Then it dawned on me that I had just spent the afternoon shopping in every teen clothes store I could find at the mall. Tyger. Grrrrrrrr.

I giggled, then said, "Okay, okay, I know I look silly. I need to get changed and get ready, like, 'kay?"

Diane said, "No, stay like that. We'll dim the lights and that outfit can light the arena."

I stamped my fuck-me heel, inadvertently causing my boobs to jiggle. "I didn't mean to get dwessed wike this! Honest!"

"You got dressed by accident?"

Marty cut in. "Alright, leave her alone. There's a huge paying crowd out there waiting. Go ahead, Shannon."

I giggled. "Thanks, Marty!"

Marty nodded. "Just make sure you pop the batteries out of that outfit when you put it away."

I stalked away muttering.

The arena was rocking. The crowd was cheering and stomping their feet for everything. They went crazy when Diane (who was still the ring girl when she wasn't playing Yoda) walked around with the sign announcing the upcoming match.

The opening introductions were made and we got ready for the opening bell. Dominatrix, in her black leather bikini, appeared unfazed by her previous night's loss to Tyger. I stretched, trying not to jiggle too much. My boobs were definitely causing me weight distribution difficulties and I was still trying to get used to them.

The bell rang and Dominatrix and I approached each other cautiously. We grabbed each other's shoulders simultaneously and grappled for position. I tried to reach across to grab and control her opposite wrist but my boobs got in the way. Dominatrix used the brief hesitation on my part to slide behind me. She slipped her arms under mine and lifted her elbows, forcing my arms up. Then she slid her fingers under my bikini cups and lifted them over my boobs. Unexpectedly exposed, I reacted instinctively, trying to grab my top, and Dominatrix used the slip on my part to lace her fingers together behind my head. Then she leaned back. My arms were locked over my head and my pierced boobs were displayed for the crowd. The crowd cheered but I realized that Dominatrix's fingers were too high on my head, allowing me more arm movement than the domme realized. I reached back and got a hold of the back of Dominatrix's head and dropped to my knees, pulling her down with me, then leaning forward, sending the domme over my shoulder. She slammed onto the mat and appeared to be stunned. Be what you are said Viper's voice. I leaned forward and pressed my huge breasts into Dominatrix's face, smothering her. The referee dropped and slapped the mat three times before Dominatrix was able to extract herself from my boobs. She removed her top without her usual production and handed it to the referee.

The bell rang and we again approached each other. We grappled for a moment, then I dropped and grabbed her around her midsection, attempting to pick her up for a quick backslam. Unfortunately Dominatrix knew what I was trying to do and she shoved me further down, locking my head between her thighs. Her hands flashed to my hips and suddenly my bikini bottom was sliding over my hips and down my thighs, tying my knees together. It also had the unfortunate side-effect of exposing my "Bimbo" tattoo to the crowd. The crowd immediately began hooting and applauding the tattoo while I was dying of embarrassment. Dominatrix plopped onto her butt, my head still stuck between her thighs, and lifted my hips in the air. She released my head then and my shoulders hit the mat. Then the domme locked my arms under her legs so I couldn't move. She stripped my bikini bottoms off my calves and locked her elbows inside my thighs and spread them wide. Upside down, my smooth pussy was displayed for the crowd and I couldn't do anything about it. The referee dropped and slapped the mat three times and we were even.

I took off my top and handed it to the referee. Because Dominatrix had managed to remove my bikini bottom, according to the rules I had to leave it off, although it didn't count as a pinfall. It did have the effect of leaving me fighting naked even though I had only been pinned once, however. Twice, actually, a voice whispered to me, and I flushed, because I knew the voice was right. Although the score was even, Dominatrix was having her way with me. I couldn't compete with her at this level in this bimbo body.

The bell rang and once again I faced off against Dominatrix. We grappled momentarily, then I found myself rolling over her hip and slamming the mat. The domme placed a bare foot on my ponytail so I couldn't get up and placed her other foot on my boobs in a mock pin. The referee dropped and slapped the mat twice but before he could get the third slap in I grabbed Dominatrix's foot and twisted. The domme had to go with the twist or risk a sprain, forcing her to spin and drop to the side. I rolled with her motion and suddenly found myself over Dominatrix, her ass in the air, her shoulders to the ground. I was as surprised as she was at the sudden turn, but the referee was there slapping the mat three times and just like that I was ahead. The domme got to her feet slowly and slipped her bikini bottom off. She handed it to the referee.

Something was off but I couldn't put my finger on it. I also didn't have time to think about it as the bell sounded again. I tried to avoid Dominatrix's hands as I wasn't having any luck grappling with her, but she got a hold of me and sent me over her hip once more. This time she planted her rounded ass on my boobs as I lay on my back. She gave me a tight smile and slid a finger into my mouth. My hips twitched as I instinctively wrapped my lips around her finger and started to suck on it. I gasped, cheeks coloring, as I realized what I had just done. Dominatrix leaned back with a laugh. I realized I had one chance then...she had leaned too far back. I hooked my heels under her arms and forced her backwards. The domme's arms flailed as she was slammed onto her back, apparently stunned. I wrapped my arms around her now upturned legs and left my heels pinning her shoulders to the mat. This shouldn't have been enough to win- at this level- but I had a feeling it would be. And I was right. The referee dropped once more and slapped the mat three times. The bell sounded and the crowd went crazy. I was meeting Tyger tomorrow night for the championship.

I would have been content to just kiss Dominatrix for the five minutes. She was hot and glamorous and that alone would have been enough for me. But that wouldn't have been the appropriate ending for this act. And it was an act. As I made a show of strapping on the thick toy for the benefit of the cheering crowd, I asked out of the side of my mouth, "Why?"




Countermove Ch. 09



Now on her knees in front of me, Dominatrix ran her tongue along the fake cock. "She said she was taking all my slaves away, one by one...and when she was done, she was taking me as well. Unless I let you win tonight. I've been a domme for a long time, sweetie, and I know when I'm outclassed. I don't know what's going on between you two, but she'll take you tomorrow, you know. But if she doesn't...well, next time we meet things will be different. And you can count on a collar with your name on it waiting for when I'm done with you. Enjoy your win." And then she turned around and got on all fours, her ass raised in the air.

Yes, I felt sorry for Dominatrix. Tyger had gotten to her. She hadn't broken the proud domme, but she had certainly dented her. Out of respect for her I tried not to make her orgasm too hard when I took her with the strap-on.

Tried, I said. I didn't say I succeeded.

Alone at last in the locker room, I stripped and got ready for a hot shower. Even with Dominatrix on half-power it had taken everything I had to take her. I was drained.

I had done it, though. I had worked my way through the losers' bracket and made it to the championship. Tomorrow night I would meet Tyger and try to take control of my life back. I wasn't sure how, but I was going to fight until the final bell. After that bell...well, my life would be different. One way or the other.

I closed my locker and jumped. Standing in front of me was Tyger. Again. I hated the way she always managed to sneak up on me unaware.

"So," she said with her slight accent, "It's you and I tomorrow night. Imagine that. So intimate," she said.

Infuriatingly, I giggled. "Yeah. I sooooo can't wait!"

Tyger laughed. "Oh, you are adorable! Absolutely perfect. Well, almost. You see, when I win tomorrow night, I'm going to have the...erotic...pleasure of watching your eyes as your intelligence drains from your mind. You'll miss it, of course, but you'll be far too busy dancing and satisfying various men and women to dwell on it. And worshipping me, of course. You will be a pleasure slut and I will make money from you."

I stamped my bare foot. "You are sooooo going down tomorrow, you stupid head!" Oh, gods...I hadn't really said that...please...

Tyger laughed. "'Come to Tyger's Lair and be served by Onyx, ex-champion of Chrystal Heights'...it has a ring to it, wouldn't you say?"

I was still blushing and looking at the ground from the "stupid head" comment. I couldn't reply.

Tyger patted my rounded bimbo ass, then leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "See you tomorrow night, sweetie. Sleep well," she said. Then she left.

Thank God she left when she did. All my training, all my work...and I had forgotten to shield my mind when I saw Tyger. Viper was right. I really was a bimbo.

NEXT: Day 6- Onyx vs. Tyger- ENDGAME.

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Countermove Ch. 10



Summary so far:

Day 1: Onyx vs. Tyger- Onyx loses for the first time ever and pays the price.

Day 2: Onyx vs. Jewel- Onyx defeats Jewel to stay alive in the tournament but realizes she is slowly changing into a bimbo.

Day 3: Onyx vs. Chaos- Onyx defeats Chaos to make it to the final 4 but discovers she has been set up.

Interlude: Onyx travels to Darkview to investigate Tyger.

Interlude- part 2: Onyx learns more about Tyger while coming to terms with being pierced and tattooed.

Interlude- part 3: Onyx trains under Diane.

Day 4: Onyx vs. Fury- Onyx defeats Fury. Viper agrees to give Onyx one hour of training.

Day 5- part 1: Onyx trains under Viper.

Day 5- part 2: Onyx buys a new bra. Onyx "defeats" Dominatrix to make it to the championship match.

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Day 6- ENDGAME

"Hey, bimbo, wake up."

Bite me, I thought. "No. Go 'way. I'm sleeping."

A tug on one of my nipple rings forced me to open one eye and glare at Diane, my evil ex-bimbo and pussy licker and present evil mentor.

"Time to wake up, bimbo," she said.

I pushed her hand away and closed my eyes again. "Go 'way! Don't you have, wike, orphans to beat up or something? I'm sleeping!"

I heard rustling and suddenly Diane's weight was sitting on my substantial chest. My eyes popped open just in time to receive Diane's bare pussy pressed against my mouth.

"Mmmmpphh...!" I said.

"I'm sure you know what to do, bimbo," said Diane. "My morning just got better."

"Mmmmpphh!" I said.

"I know, bimbo," said Diane, "But you owe me for three years of forced service and you're making a down payment. Now."

Diane looked down her belly at me, my eyes the only visible part above her pussy. Thinking of Diane as Bambi had become nearly impossible since she had severed my influence on her mind by forcibly tattooing "Bimbo" on my ass. The gypsy-inked tattoo had properties preventing me from using my powers on her in any way. Diane had been champion when I arrived three years ago and she knew far more about wrestling than I did, so I couldn't even kick her ass. Diane was one of the few people I couldn't bully.

As if to punctuate that thought, Diane began to grind her pussy against my mouth. "Let's go, bimbo. I'm not getting off until I get off."

I didn't really have a choice and lack of air was becoming an issue. I slid my tongue into her heated slit and was rewarded with a hip wriggle that allowed me a breath. My arms were pinned beneath her knees, so I used my tongue to locate her clit. After finding it I began to lap at it with my tongue, then wrapped my swelled lips around it in an erotic kiss. I could feel her juices coating my cheeks but I continued to lick and suck at her button as she wriggled her hips in growing heat.

I don't know if it was Diane's scent or her heated responses to my licking but I suddenly realized I was becoming embarrassingly aroused. I was servicing with my mouth like a good plaything and my body was trying to reward me. I knew what was happening but I couldn't stop it. Diane shifted slightly, freeing my arms, so I slid my hands under her and cupped her rounded ass. I worked her clit with my lips and tongue until her back arched and with a sudden moan she came, wriggling and squirming on top of me. I licked through her climax until at last, with a final shudder, she slid off my chest and allowed me to sit up.

My cheeks were bright red and covered with Diane's juices, so I slipped off to the bathroom to discreetly clean up. I emerged freshly showered a short time later, trying to disregard just how aroused I was. Diane's smirk followed me around the room, distracting me as I dressed. I put on an adorable rose-colored halter-top and a flippy red mini-skirt and completed the outfit with a cute pair of strappy four-inch high heels.

We finished our coffee and headed down to Marty's office. My heels click-clacked as we made our way to his door. Just for old-times sake I walked in without knocking.

Marty jumped when I entered, then rolled his eyes. "Geez, Shannon, why can't you knock like everyone else?"

I giggled. "I'm just, wike, keeping you on your toes and stuff, you know?" I fumed inside. What came out of my mouth these days bore almost no resemblance to what I was actually trying to say.

"I don't need to be on my toes! My toes are fine!"

I giggled. "Awwwww, if I don't do it, who will?"

To my surprise, Marty actually looked away and mumbled, "I hope I don't find out," which was sweet, considering he was the one who had gotten me into this mess in the first place.

You got yourself in this mess, girl, said a voice in my head. I sighed, realizing the voice was right. I was getting wiser too late. I looked back to Marty.

"I've been, wike, totally distracted and stuff. How are the receipts and stuff from the tournament doing?" I asked.

Marty cringed and turned down the radio slightly. "Aw, geez, Shannon, I know it's not your fault, but do you have any idea how hard it is to talk business with you when you're talking like a frickin' space cadet?"

I actually giggled at Marty's discomfort. "Of course I know, silly! Why do you think I do it?" Besides not being able to stop for the life of me?

"To drive me fuckin' bonkers?"

I giggled. "Well, that too, wike."

He grunted and shuffled some papers. "Alright, here are the numbers for the entire tournament. That doesn't include the advance tickets sold for tonight, so there's more coming."

I nodded. "Totally awesome! Now let me see the other book."

"Awww, Shannon, I wouldn't try to..."

"Wike, now, buster!" Did he really think I had forgotten that he was a weasel of the highest magnitude?

Grumbling, he pulled out a book from some hidden drawer and grudgingly handed it to me. I flipped through it (at least, as well as my well-manicured nails would let me) and was surprised to find that nearly all the numbers were a perfect match.

I squealed in delight. "Why, Marty! You've kept the numbers for, wike, almost ten days and you didn't twy to cheat me? You've become, wike, a lesser weasel!"

Marty shuffled some more papers. "Yeah, yeah, not so loud. I got a rep to uphold, ya know? Anyway, the far column shows your forty percent cut."

I looked at the column. Lots of large numbers. But the problem was those numbers represented a lot of what the old me was doing wrong. I sighed again. This was going to hurt...but...

"Why don't we, wike, cut that down to, let's say, twenty percent." I said.

There was a moment of incredulous silence. Then Marty said, "Shannon? You do know that twenty is less than forty, right...?"

I giggled. "Yes, I know that, silly!"

"Tyger didn't make you goofy, did she?"

"No!"

He looked at me with something- respect?- in his eyes, then nodded. "Alright, twenty, then. And Diane has kinda sorta helped a little...I suppose I should give her five percent of the..."

"You mean ten percent, wight?" I said.

Marty grumbled and shifted uncomfortably- getting him in the wallet always had that effect on him- but he finally nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I meant ten percent."

Diane finally spoke. "Thank you, Marty."

I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out as I felt a fluid wave flow through my brain. I didn't worry about it, however, as I suddenly realized a very hot song was playing on the radio behind Marty's desk.

"Oh! Awesome! Turn that up!" I squealed. I jumped out of my chair, put my arms over my head and began to wriggle my hips as the words to "Touch Myself" filled the room. I did a half spin, then strutted across the office. I turned so my back was facing my audience, then slipped off my halter-top and tossed it to an open-jawed Marty. My firm heavy boobs jiggled as I shook my ass to the beat. I spun and made a show of sliding my thong over my hips and down my thighs. I twirled my panties on a fingertip for a moment before tossing them to a stunned Diane. I cross-stepped until I was standing in front of Diane, then turned around and gave my own ass a slap on my "Bimbo" tattoo. I bent over slowly until I was looking at Diane from between my knees, my skirt riding high on my bare bottom. I stood and gave a twirl so my skirt wind-milled above my waist, then high kicked and dropped into a split. I spun out of the split, arched my back, kicked again and then got to my feet.

I slipped off my skirt and kicked it into the corner. Now naked, I strutted over to Diane and straddled her lap, facing her. I put my hands behind my head and arched my back, pressing my boobs against hers. I gazed at Diane and ran my tongue across my upper lip, my eyes half-lidded, my hips making all sorts of lewd promises for the small price of a couple dollars in my garter belt...

Suddenly I was back in the office with the radio playing. I got off Diane's lap with a red-faced apology and quickly gathered my clothes. Time bomb, my battered psyche told me. Viper had warned me that Tyger had left a few gifts in my mind.

Tyger. That bitch.

A few hours later Diane returned and reported what I had feared. Tyger had indeed left several time bombs planted in my head. The spontaneous strip dance was only one of them. I had already discovered another when I had masturbated openly during my afternoon workout. Two other girls had been working out in the gym at the same time I was when that embarrassing situation occurred. They had watched in fascination as my fingers worked my clit without thought to my surroundings. Afterward I realized that one of the girls- a waitress with a blonde bob that looked familiar- had her thumb in her mouth the entire time. She had smirked openly at my blush. 

"How did you get Viper to talk to you?" I asked.

"It must have been my overwhelming charm," said Diane. "There is some good news, however."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," she said, "Most of the time bombs are triggered to go off when you lose the championship match."

I nodded. "Obviously there is, wike, some definition of good news that I'm not familiar with."

Diane shook her head. "Oh, you dense bimbo. You know how to make shields now to protect yourself from Tyger, but Tyger has already planted the time bombs in your head and your shields can't stop that. Viper said there are two sets of time bombs...one set tied to losing the match, and another set tied to you running away. Showing up will defuse the bombs based on your running away...the other set can only be defused by you beating Tyger."

I giggled, then bit my lower lip. "So, all the changes Tyger is going to make to me are tied to these time bombs in my head?"

Diane shook her head. "No. Changes of that magnitude will still have to come from Tyger herself. The time bombs are more for flashes...such as a spontaneous strip dance. But one of the time bombs is primed to disrupt any shields you may try to create. Apparently Tyger took into account the possibility someone may teach you shields."

"Soooo...what are you saying?"

Diane looked at me sympathetically. "You have to win, bimbo. If you lose the match, you belong to Tyger. Period."



The arena was packed. The sound and the smells were overwhelming, taking on an almost physical presence. The tournament championship match was tonight and everybody that could afford a ticket was here. Word had quietly spread that this wasn't an ordinary match and in Chrystal Heights that kind of hype usually means something interesting will happen.  I stood in front of the full mirror in the locker room, gazing at Tyger's work while Diane tied my hair back. My hair was full and had grown down to my waist. It was gorgeous, but this mass of hair certainly wouldn't work for a wrestling match. The weight from a ponytail was a bit prohibitive so Diane was arranging my blonde mass into two matching pigtails, high on my head so I wouldn't inadvertently sit on them when on the mat. I suspected that Diane was also doing it because it was unbearably adorable but I couldn't fault her logic, so I let her do it. Okay, "let" was a relative description, since Diane was pretty much doing whatever she wanted with me these days.

My body bore little resemblance to what it had been two weeks ago. Then I had been a sleek, dark-haired athlete. Now I was a creature of heated need with lush curves and erotic promises. I was built for pleasure.

Diane finished the last pigtail and stepped back to study the effect critically. Finally she nodded in satisfaction. "That'll do."

I looked at the mirror. A bimbo stared back at me. "You didn't have to make it that cute. I'm not twying to impwess anybody!"

Diane gave me a firm look. "Yes, I did. Until Tyger takes you, I am responsible for you and no bimbo of mine is going to go out there looking anything less than adorable."

That wasn't even subtle. I could already see that even if I got past Tyger I was going to have to deal with a very determined Diane. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing. Diane was preferable to Tyger, obviously, and she had strengths I hadn't realized. I was beginning to realize I had been lucky to hold onto her for the three years I had managed to.

"Knock knock," said Marty's voice. I turned to see Marty and Cruiser entering the locker room. They looked like the traditional odd couple...Marty, the soft bean-counting weasel and Cruiser, the leather-wearing effeminate macho man. Still, it worked and it had taken a little of the edge off Marty's at times grating personality.

Marty gave me a once-over. "Damn, Shannon, what a fucking rack you got."

Okay, maybe Cruiser had more work to do. Grrrrr.

Diane snickered and patted my rounded ass, just over my "Bimbo" tattoo. "She's all set," she said to Marty.

Marty nodded. "Good. She's on in five minutes."

Cruiser said, "This is so exciting! I hope you win, sweetie. Go out there and be fierce!"

I giggled at his earnestness. "Thanks, Cwuiser."

Marty said, "One more thing, Shannon. There's no time limit for the prize round. If you do win, you can do whatever you want to the bitch for as long as you want."

"Or her to me. Got it, Marty," I said.

He paused for a second, then said, "Nice bikini. Is this a new look for you?"

I giggled. "It's part of my stwategy."

He didn't look convinced. "Oh. Well, good luck."

"Thanks, Marty."

Marty and Cruiser left. I turned to Diane. "A hug for good luck?"

Diane looked surprised for a moment, then pulled me in and let me wrap my arms around her. She must have felt my trembling because she stroked my hair soothingly. "It's alright, sweetie. It will all be alright."

Finally I stepped back. Shit. I was getting emotional too. Damn that Tyger. "Sowwy," I said.

Diane laughed. "Don't worry, bimbo. I still don't like you, if that's what you're worried about."

I grinned in spite of myself.

I made my way to the ring through the cheers of the crowd.They had adapted quickly to my new look and many whistles and catcalls could be heard over the cheers.

My appearance did have one new element. I had changed my black bikini for a hot pink bikini. Viper had said that I had the element of being underestimated on my side, and I wanted to make Tyger think I had fully integrated into bimbodom. Of course, the ridiculous color felt embarrassingly right, and Viper had told me to be what I was, so I wasn't sure which category this fell under.

I made sure my mental shields were firmly in place as I got into the ring. I could fight the best fight of my life, but it wouldn't matter if Tyger was able to get into my head. Satisfied they were set, I slipped between the ropes and walked to the center of the ring. Tyger was waiting for me.

The exotic gypsy was wearing her usual tiger-print bikini. Her cool smile was in place. We stood eye-to-eye. This is usually done just to give the audience a dramatic moment, but there was no mistaking the emotion emanating from this stare-down this time. The air practically crackled with tension.

Tyger made a show of looking me up and down. Then she said in her slightly accented voice, "I do such nice work. Are you ready to become Shani?"

I gave her a fierce look...well, as fierce a look as a bimbo can give, anyway. "Bwing it on, bitch."

Tyger laughed, a throaty exotic sound. "Defiant to the end. You are delicious, my little bimbo. I am going to enjoy the look of adoration on your face as I watch your intelligence just fade into the background. I will be your Mistress, but cock will be your master. You will live to please."

The referee stepped in then and sent us to our respective corners. I tried to quiet the butterflies in my belly as the announcer made the introductions.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The final match of the first annual Chrystal Heights Women's Wrestling Federation Tournament!"

"In this corner...at five feet, eight inches tall, weighing one hundred twenty-nine pounds...your hometown champion....Oooooooooonyx!"

"And her opponent...undefeated throughout the entire tournament...at five feet, nine inches tall, weighing one hundred twenty-six pounds...Tyyyyyyyger!"

The cheers were deafening. Chants of "On-yx! On-yx! On-yx!" could be heard, along with shouts of "Tyyyyyyyyyyy-ger!" The mat was vibrating in rhythm with the stomps.

The bell sounded. The hype was done. It was time to fight.

We met at center ring. Tyger had an almost casual air about her. I decided to change that. Without warning I swung my hand and slapped her straight across the face.

The crowd gasped. Tyger took two steps backward, her hand on her cheek, flushed with anger. The referee jumped in, then turned to me. "Warning for Onyx."

That was actually nice of the referee. I had expected to lose my top. Face striking was against the rules. The referee didn't like Tyger either, apparently. Maybe he even knew what I was trying to do.

Tyger advanced on me, her anger apparent. As much as I hated her, the point of the slap was to get Tyger mad. She wasn't as good when she was angry.

The games were over and the match was on. We grappled for a moment, then Tyger stepped back and elbowed me in the boobs. My arms flew up instinctively and Tyger leaped and dropkicked me. I stumbled backward several steps and then tumbled onto my ass. Tyger's full weight landed on me then and slammed me to the mat. I felt Tyger's hand press against my pussy and I tried to close my legs, but it was too late. I was too breathless to stop her and a bolt of pleasure shot through me. I tried to wriggle free and too late realized the referee had dropped and slapped the mat three times. Tyger had distracted me and I was a pin behind already.

I handed the referee my top. Tyger looked at my huge bare boobs and smiled infuriatingly. The bell sounded and immediately we began to grapple again. My strength just wasn't what it used to be and I could feel Tyger getting the advantage.

Flow around the obstacles said Diane's voice. Suddenly I released my hold on Tyger's shoulders. The sudden shift of resistance set her off-balance. I whirled around, letting her fall forward onto her belly on the mat. Then I straddled her lower back and gripped her hair, pulling back. With my free hand I began to smack her ass. The crowd counted out loud as I spanked her.

"One...! Two...! Three...! Four...!"

Furious, she rolled to the side, sending me tumbling. She got to her feet and walked over to where I lay, apparently dazed. She reached down to grab me but I came to life, reaching up and grabbing her wrist. I pulled down so she hit the mat face first, then rolled around and cradled her, her shoulders on the ground, her ass in the air. The referee slapped the mat three times and the crowd went berserk.

Tyger stalked away and stripped off her top, giving it to the referee. The crowd whistled appreciatively. Then she turned and glared at me. I was getting to her.





Countermove Ch. 10



The bell sounded and Tyger was all over me. She flipped me over her hip and I slammed onto the mat. Rather than try to pin me, she let me get up. As soon as I was standing, however, she dropped low and whirled, kicking my feet out from under me. I landed with a jarring thud on my ass. While I was still on my ass, Tyger slipped behind me and put me in a headlock. When my hands went to her wrist locked under my chin, her free hand slipped around and cupped my boob. The crowd cheered as I struggled to get my bearings back. Then she pushed me forward onto my belly. She released my head but she was now straddling my lower back. She turned and put her feet between my knees and spread my legs apart, then reached down and stroked my pussy. Helplessly aroused, I tried to concentrate on getting free but I was too distracted. I could feel myself getting close to an embarrassing orgasm. Suddenly Tyger leaped up and rolled me to my back. Distracted, I realized too late that Tyger had cradled me and the referee was slapping the mat. Red-faced, teeth clenched, I stripped off my bikini bottom and handed it to the referee. I was now fighting naked and was one pin away from...losing.

I faced off against Tyger once more. I could hear Diane yelling, "C'mon, Shannon! Mercury! Flow around the obstacles!" We grappled and suddenly my arm was twisted behind my back. I struggled against the hold but couldn't get free. The pain was becoming paralyzing. Suddenly Tyger was forcing me to my corner. She pushed me against the ropes. Then I heard her say, "Hello, Diane. Are you ready to come back to work at my club?"

I could almost hear Diane's ice-cold smile as she replied, "Bite me, bitch. You can't touch me now."

"Not at the moment I can't, sweetie. I just wanted to make sure you knew you were missed. Give me a moment to finish up here and we can talk afterward, okay?" said Tyger.

It was almost over. I couldn't beat Tyger.

Then I noticed a short figure standing near my corner. She was shouting encouragement and telling me not to give up. She had bright red hair and her voice stood out amongst the cheers and shouts of the crowd. Fury. The girl who fought giants and won. The girl with the never-say-die attitude. Fury had come to offer support.

I ignored the pain for a moment and concentrated, catching my breath. Then I stomped on Tyger's foot as hard as I could.

I was rewarded with a yelp of pain and a loosening of her grip. I pulled free and whirled, then tackled Tyger to the mat. I pressed my full cleavage into her face, using them to smother her. She panicked for a moment and forgot the referee and she tried to push me up instead of off. By the time she got free the referee had slapped the mat three times. We were tied at two pins apiece and Tyger was fighting naked for the first time in the tournament.

The crowd went crazy at the dramatic turn of events. The foot stomp was technically illegal- that was not allowed in a league where the wrestlers were all barefoot. But I had begun to sense Marty's hand in the way the referee was calling the match and I had decided to press it in a risky maneuver that would normally have gotten me disqualified. And it had worked.

We stared at each other from across the ring. Final match. Final pin. Endgame.

The bell sounded. Neither of us rushed into an attack. We circled each other cautiously, hands moving, looking for an opening. Tyger, cool smile still in place, laughed softly.

"You must have been quite...pleasing...to our referee, sweetie. Did you enjoy him?" she said.

"I never...!" My voice trailed off as I thought about that. The referee probably had a nice cock...a lovely cock for sucking on...a cock I could wrap my lips around, slide into my mouth, my cheeks puffed out, waiting for that hot explosion of cum, filling my belly, so satisfying...

Too late I realized what Tyger was doing. The blowjob fantasy she had tricked me into had distracted me...probably for the last time. Tyger flipped me over her hip and stuck her bare foot between my thighs. She grabbed my ankle and twisted, sliding her foot under my other ankle. Her leg went over and around. A classic Figure Four leg lock. I was moments away from submission.

I gasped in pain. A last parting shot...probably not good enough, but... "Dammit...too bad I wasn't as good as Viper. She weally kicked your ass good."

Her eyes widened in fury. As I hoped. She said, "I was going to wait until the match was over. Now, I'm not even going to let you have that. Welcome to your new world, slut!" And then she projected the fullness of her powers at my mind.

I felt her projection slide off my shields and bury itself in the reflection of her mind that I had created. She felt the fluid changes taking place in her mind and tried to pull back but it was too late. The changes were already starting. Her eyes widened.

It was easy after that. In a flash I reversed the leg lock and she was crying out. I increased the pressure until she moaned and said, "I submit!".

ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!

"Ladies and gentlemen! The winner, by a score of three pins to two, and winner of the Chrystal Heights Women's Wrestling Federation Tournament, Onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnyx!" 

The referee held my arm up and the crowd went berserk in a way that truly made me feel like a champion. I was mentally and physically beaten and bruised and I had never worked as hard for anything as I had worked for this moment. I knew it couldn't last- crowds are so fickle- but right now I was the people's champion and I was going to enjoy it. Diane entered the ring and held my other arm up. Even Fury entered the ring long enough to give me a slap on the ass and a wink. Then we turned as one to look at Tyger.

I knew immediately that my prize would be wasted on her. She still lay on the mat. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth hung open. She was drooling. Still, I had a job to do. That's what the crowd paid good money to see.

"Bring on the strap-on," I said. "Oh...also, a nice set of handcuffs. Hmmmm...and some nipple clips. Oh, also that industrial strength rabbit vibrator...also..."

Epilogue

The crowd was nearly gone. A few maintenance men were sweeping up the layers of cups and wrappers but otherwise the arena was nearly empty.

Diane, Marty and Cruiser and myself were standing next to the ring still. Marty was shaking his head in disbelief. "So, you're saying you made Tyger submissive to herself?"

I giggled and shifted slightly. My tattoo was burning hot for some reason. "No, silly, she did it herself. She was trying to make me super subbie to her. That's what she twied to zap me with at the end. Since she was actually doing it to her own mind, she made herself super subbie to herself. She became, wike, a domme and a subbie at the same time, and the two sort of clashed equally, you know? So her mind is totally locked up. She also was twying to block my power, so she actually locked up her own power. She's a totally docile blank slate now, you know?"

Marty whistled. "You took a big chance, you know. You nearly got disqualified twice."

I giggled and nodded. "I know. I thought I had blown it at the end. I kept twying to get her mad and it wasn't working. I needed to goad her into, wike, twying to zap me before the time bombs went off, you know?"

Marty nodded. He really couldn't wrap his brain around what I could do and he obviously decided not to push it anymore. "Well, at least I got a dancer for the strip club that will work cheap."

I giggled and asked, "What were you talking to Fury about?"

Marty shrugged. "I just offered her a position in the league. She's a tough little broad and with you...well..."

"What did she say?"

Marty looked embarrassed. "She said yes."

"That's gweat, Marty! She's a great addition! With her and Diane you've got some totally marketable wrestlers!"

Cruiser said, "What about you, honey? What are going to be doing?"

"She is going to be paying her debt," said a voice. Everyone turned to see who had spoken. Everyone except me. I knew who it was.

Marty looked out of his depth as he spoke to the distinguished-looking black woman with the air of royalty. "Her, ah, debt? What do you mean, lady?"

Viper gave Marty a stern look. The ever-present Malik stood silently behind her. "Every victory has a price, little man. This girl owes the price of her past for this victory. Are ye ready to pay, girl?"

Finally, I turned. I knew what was expected of me. And I was ready. "Yes, I am," I said.

Viper stood with her arms crossed. "Well?"

I walked over to Diane and took a deep breath. Then I dropped to my knees in front of her and bowed my head. "I totally submit myself to you until such time that you, wike, feel I have paid for my, um, bad things I've done."

My tattoo burned white hot for a heartbeat. Then the heat faded.

"And done!" said Viper. She nearly had a smile on her face. "Will a year suffice, Diane?"

Diane nodded. "It will. If she's good. If not, we can talk about an extension."

Viper nodded. "We are agreed, then. I am glad. Your grandmother was a woman worthy of respect."

Diane smiled. "Thank you, Princess Vipra. I wish I had put it together when I heard of "Viper".

Marty and Cruiser were speechless.

Diane offered everyone a big smile then. "Well, I've got a bimbo who needs to start making up for three years, so we'll see you all later. C'mon...hmmm...how about..Bunny? Yes, Bunny. I'd use Shani but that would just remind us of Tyger, so let's go with Bunny. C'mon, Bunny."

My cheeks burned red. "Yes, Mistwess."

THE END

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