This episode is something a little different and features no less than five protagonists. My thanks to BustyTiffany35, Evangelina, newgirlwalking, VenezualanGoddess and MistyCats who lent themselves for this story. Ladies, you were all terrific to work with and I hope we can feature you again in the future.
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“Let’s take a break, sugah.” Tiffany ran a hand through her lionesque mane of platinum blonde hair. She walked over to the corner of the wrestling ring that stood in the center of the large, brightly lit room, to where she had left her water bottle on the edge of the apron beside the ring post.
The gym was located upstairs in a towering office building in Midtown Manhattan, not far from Grand Central Station. It did not advertise its presence – there was not even any signage. It was a private establishment, owned by and operated for the convenience of the secretive catfighting club known as the Society, of which Tiffany was a member. Though Tiffany regarded herself more as a wrestler these days, she had won her Society membership a long time ago and been a frequent though not constant attendee at the group’s parties ever since.
At thirty-nine, she was older than many of the women who fought in the Society, but she was proud in the knowledge that she could still stand up against these young kids that were coming up now. She was not alone, of course. Just the week before, at the Society’s most recent gathering, she had witnessed a fight between two busty little spitfires, one in her thirties and the other in her early forties. The thirty-something had won but it had been a close thing and luck had definitely played a part.
Many of the fighters approaching their forties however, were considering retirement, and many of those took the path of finding themselves a wealthy partner – male or female – of which there was no shortage among the Society’s patrons. Tiffany had a different plan however. She had taken the winnings from her fights in the Society and elsewhere, and had opened an exclusive lingerie store, first in her native Georgia and then expanding elsewhere including here in New York. The stores were thriving and, when she finally decided to hang up her wrestling boots, she would not be short of cash.
She looked out across the room. There were at least a dozen women, of varying age and appearance, working out on cardio machines or free weights. One or two were friends – or at least as close to friends as you could come when you might be confronting the other woman in the arena at some time in the future – and gave her a nod and sometimes even a smile when her gaze past over them. The looks she got from others were less cordial, frosty stares that revealed rivalries, long-standing or recent. Tiffany had enemies here, but enemies went with the territory.
One of the frostier looks came from near the door, where the gym’s manager sat behind the reception desk. A tall, busty redhead named Lyanna, she too was a Society fighter of some renown. She had been absent from the scene for some time, but had recently reappeared and taken over the management of the place after the previous manager, a petite blonde named Cindy, had disappeared under somewhat mysterious circumstances, not long after she had defeated and disgraced a visiting fighter from China, here in this very ring. Rumors had abounded regarding that disappearance and whether it was some kind of revenge move by the humiliated Asian, but wild rumors also went with the territory here.
The Society was full of strong characters – alpha women – and such personalities were bound to clash. Such confrontations – violent ones – were how and why the catfight culture existed. Even among those strong personalities however, Tiffany stood out. Her appearance was part of that. At five feet nine and one hundred thirty-five pounds, she was taller than almost all of the women in the Society and in heels at the parties, even towered over many of the men. She was proud of her appearance and liked to show it off. Standing in the corner of the ring now, dressed in a brief gold-and-black leopard print sports bra that emphasized her impressive chest and matching short shorts that revealed a good portion of her firm rounded buttocks, with black calf-length wrestling boots on her feet, she stood out among the other women in their yoga pants, tank tops and sneakers. Tiffany didn’t quite fit the mold. She was proud of that too.
She set her water bottle down and turned back to face her current sparring partner. The woman was in her mid-twenties, well-built at around one hundred twenty-five pounds, with blonde hair that fell past her shoulders. Her name was Jane and she was one of the newer girls to walk into the Society. She had earned her membership only a few months ago.
It had been on that night that Tiffany had befriended Jane. The younger woman had won her fight but the battle had brought her to brink of utter exhaustion. After the traditional public humiliation of the loser – it was customary, though not mandatory, that the loser of a fight was obliged to lick the victor to orgasm – she had been unable even to stand. It had been Tiffany who had stepped into the arena, slipped an arm around her and helped her back to her dressing room.
Jane had been grateful and since then she had cultivated Tiffany’s acquaintance. As they both agreed, life in the Society was a voyage through dangerous waters and allies were scarce enough to be valuable. They had met for coffee several times, even dinner once, and become regular training partners.
The younger woman was dressed in a pink and black print tank top over a black sports bra that hugged her sizeable chest, and black leggings that seemed painted onto her firm thighs and slim but sensuously rounded hips. Tiffany sensed that she and Jane might become more intimate partners in time and she certainly would not mind if that happened, but she was not pushing that aspect of their friendship, at least for now.
“So, sugah,” she said as she walked back toward Jane, “like I was saying, when you’re fighting somebody a lot taller than you, like I am, then you need to get down and use your lower center of gravity.” She was teaching Jane some of the finer points of pro-style wrestling. While not often used in catfights such as occurred in the Society, that was often an advantage since much moves were unexpected and many of the Society’s fighters were not accustomed to countering them.
She was interrupted however, by a loud voice from behind her. “Don’t pay too much attention to that washed up old hag, honey! She’s way past her sell-by date.”
Tiffany rounded on the speaker. The newcomer stood sneering at her from the floor outside the ring. She was caramel-skinned with jet-black hair pulled back in a long ponytail. She wore a sports bra emblazoned with the Cuban flag, the star centered over her right breast, with the words ‘Cuban Queen’ overlaid across it. Her midriff was bare, displaying impressive abs, and her firm butt and shapely legs were sheathed in skin-tight black leggings, semi-sheer, which revealed a hint of the thong she wore beneath them, also adorned with a Cuban flag motif. The outfit was not overly out of place here in the gym, except that her four-inch heels indicated she had just walked in off the street.
“You should know about selling, Eva,” Tiffany retorted with a matching sneer. “Who’s working your street corner while you’re up here?”
The other woman’s eyes narrowed. Her fists clenched at her sides. “Shut your mouth, bitch, or I’ll shut it for you!”
Eva and Tiffany were long-time enemies. Eva and her friend Carmen were not well-regarded in the Society. Their mannerisms, their brash personalities, their slutty way of dressing even at the high-class cocktail parties where the Society’s fights occurred, all combined to make them misfits among the Society’s stable of fighters. Even the politest of their critics saw them as low-class interlopers who did not belong there. Others, Tiffany included, regarded them as nothing more than cheap tramps who belonged in the gutter.
Even cheap tramps could be dangerous however. Tiffany and Eva had crossed paths in the ring and on the mats often in the past and while those encounters had gone both ways, the results had always been devastating and degrading for the loser – or losers, since Eva and Carmen were also a tag-team in an underground pro-wrestling league that Tiffany herself had frequented in the past.
Whatever had originally sparked their enmity was long since lost in the past, buried in the humiliations they had heaped on one another over the years. Tiffany tried not to shudder as she recalled some of the things those two whores had done to her, and instead forced herself to focus on her own victories over them.
She strode over to the ropes closest to Eva. “Fat chance, skank!” she snarled. “You know you can’t beat me in a fair fight, and your backup squad isn’t around right now to haul your sorry ass out the fire!”
A fleeting look of uncertainly passed across Eva’s face, replaced so quickly by haughty defiance that Tiffany would not have noticed if she had not been specifically looking for it. Eva tilted her head up and stared unblinkingly at Tiffany. The room had gone ominously quiet. From this angle and this distance, she was gazing down at Eva between her own breasts.
After a long moment of tense silence, a sly smile flickered across Eva’s face. She shrugged eloquently. “Whatever.” She spun on her heel, turned her back on Tiffany and tossed her head dismissively. Her middle finger stabbed upward in the air.
That was her mistake. Trash talk was one thing but Tiffany could not ignore that kind of callous disrespect – not here, in front of a bunch of the Society’s fighters. The gossip machine would go into overdrive, expounding on how Eva had insulted Tiffany and Tiffany had done nothing about it. The sharks would come circling. That could not be tolerated.
In a heartbeat, Tiffany leapt forward, lunging over the top rope. She let her full weight come down on the rope, shoving it downward into the middle rope and allowing her long, outstretched arms to come within reach of her enemy. Her fingers closed tight around Eva’s ponytail and the tension of the ropes combined with the power of her own legs let her jerk Eva upwards, lifting the Latina off her feet with a shriek of surprised rage, onto the ring apron.
Tiffany didn’t stop there. ‘Now I gotcha, skank!’ Before Eva could do anything to retaliate she she jerked the brunette backwards by the hair, arching her over the top rope. Rising up on her toes, she cocked an elbow and rammed it downward into Eva’s chest, aiming at the star over her right breast, flattening it into her ribs. Eva let out an explosive ‘NNNGGGHHHUUUHHH!!!’ as the breath burst from her lungs.
Still Tiffany did not let up on her enemy. She knew how dangerous this bitch could be and she was determined to wreak enough damage on her to put her down and keep her there. Pro wrestling was Tiffany’s specialty and it was all about showy, power moves. Those moves could be just as destructive as they were spectacular however, and Tiffany had the strength and the skill to pull them off.
She used the force of the elbow drop to drive Eva downward into the ropes and then, as the ropes sprang back, she whipped her enemy upward. Eva’s flailing body described a screaming arc in the air before she landed in the middle of the ring. She managed to throw her arms out to brace herself but it was a vain gesture and despite her best efforts, her face and chest slammed down on the canvas with an impact that shook the entire ring. A cheer went up from several of the watchers. Eva was not well-liked in the Society.
As the Latina lay groaning, Tiffany strode over to her, bent and grabbed her by the hair. Dragging her enemy up to her knees, she sent a backhanded slap to the other woman’s face that whipped her head to the side. Tiffany thrust her face close to Eva’s. “Welcome to school, sugah,” she hissed. “First lesson is gonna be to teach you some respect!”
The dazed look in Eva’s eyes from Tiffany’s initial assault had cleared somewhat and now her lips drew back in a snarl. Suddenly her dangling arms lashed out like striking snakes and her grasping hands curled around the back of Tiffany’s neck, snaring her hair. Tiffany tried to pull back but Eva was too quick for her. She jerked Tiffany’s head downward until the blonde’s nose smacked hard into Eva’s forehead with an audible crunch.
Tiffany managed to tilt her head just enough to avoid a broken nose, but the impact made her head spin. She stumbled backwards, releasing her grip on Eva’s hair, clutching at her face. The Latina regained her feet, staggering toward the corner. She had lost one shoe when Tiffany had jerked her into the ring. She kicked the other one away now.
Shaking her head to clear the stars that seemed to circle around the edge of her vision, Tiffany pulled her hands away from her face. She saw no trace of blood from her nose or lips, and turned her attention back to Eva. The bitch was down but not out and she could not afford to let Eva recover. She launched herself back toward Eva. “C’mere, skank!”
Eva had not quite reached the corner of the ring but she whirled at the sound of Tiffany’s voice, just in time to take Tiffany’s charge full in the chest, bending her backwards into the turnbuckle with Tiffany’s full weight slamming into her an instant later. Eva was slightly thicker set than the blonde but an inch or two shorter as well. The momentum of Tiffany’s rush rode her up over Eva’s bent body, thrusting her breasts into the brunette’s face. Eva let out a muffled “Mmpphhh!!! Get off me, you worn out Barbie doll!” She got her forearm up under Tiffany’s chin, prying her head back, and sent a shot into Tiffany’s ribs that made the blonde gasp.
Tiffany reached forward, got a good grip on Eva’s dangling ponytail once more and used it to whip the brunette out of the corner and across the ring. Eva stumbled backwards, arms pin wheeling as she fought to keep her balance, and crashed into the opposite turnbuckle. Tiffany chased her across the ring to repeat the same move from a moment ago and crush whatever fight was left out of the bitch’s body.
Jane had slipped between the ropes, out of the ring onto the apron off to Tiffany’s right. She yelled out encouragement. “Get her, Tiff!” in her southern drawl.
Eva didn’t give her the chance to finish the fight there however. As Tiffany flung herself at the Latina, Eva brought a bare foot up and snapped it outward catching Tiffany in the chest, right between her breasts. “Oooph!” She gave a pain-filled gasp as the air exploded from her lungs. The impetus of her charge took her feet out from under her and she crashed down on her back at Eva’s feet.
“Bad luck, Barbie!” Eva snarled as she now hurled herself out of the corner and down onto Tiffany’s prone form in a full-body splash. She was an instant too late however, as Tiffany rolled desperately sideways and again Eva hit the canvas face-first.
“What was that, whore?” growled Tiffany in a panting voice, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she scrambled to her feet. Eva was still pushing up onto her elbows when Tiffany seized her by the back of her sports bra. She tried frantically to get her feet under her as the blonde half-lifted, half-dragged her toward the middle of the ring.
They went only a few steps however before, with a staccato sound of tearing stitching, the straps on Eva’s sports bra gave way and the garment pulled up and off over Eva’s head. The Latina slumped back to the floor, bracing herself on her arms, now naked to the waist. Tiffany lost her balance and lurched back a step or two before she regained her footing. When she did she straightened up, laughing, and tossed the ruined scrap of spandex away over the top rope and out of the ring. “That’s what you get for buying that cheap crap at WalMart, sugah!”
Eva rose to her feet, not bothering to try to cover her bare breasts. None of the Society’s fighters were shy about their bodies. All of them had been partially or fully naked in the arena at least once. The nudity wasn’t the point though. Tiffany had gotten one up on her. That was what made her dark eyes blaze with anger. Tiffany smiled. Good. Angry fighters made mistakes.
The Latina charged Tiffany again, but the attack was clumsy and Tiffany had no trouble dodging aside. Eva kept going, running into the ropes and rebounding, gaining speed and momentum. Tiffany leapt the other way, bouncing herself off the opposite ropes. The two women closed with one another at full speed and came together with a loud smack of flesh on flesh. Tiffany was taller but Eva was slightly heavier and the collision stopped both of them in their tracks. Grappling, pressed chest to chest they strained against one another, each struggling to force the other back.
With a deep growl of exertion Eva finally shoved Tiffany back a step, opening some distance between them. She lunged at the blonde with arms outstretched, seeking to grapple again or perhaps going for a lift, but Tiffany ducked one arm and knocked the other aside. Again Eva kept the charge going, using the ropes to gain momentum but this time Tiffany followed her. There was more than one way to play that game, and Tiffany had been around the wrestling circuit long enough that she had a lot of tricks up her sleeve.
Eva bounced off the ropes and came back at Tiffany. Her eyes widened as she realized that Tiffany had not matched her move this time but had followed her and was no more than a few steps away. Tiffany raised her arm across her body, bracing it to slam her enemy across the chest. She had the momentum and the element of surprise. The cocky bitch was going down.
The Latina had other ideas. She jerked both arms up to grab Tiffany’s forearm and as she did, she fell backwards, lifting and planting a foot in Tiffany’s hard, bare abs. Tiffany shrieked in surprise as she suddenly found herself boosted off her feet and flying over Eva’s head in a monkey flip.
Forced to improvise on the spur of the moment however, Eva had not reckoned with her own proximity to the ropes. Slightly more than halfway through her arc, Tiffany connected with the top rope, taking across her lower back just below the waistband of her shorts. Pain lanced up her spine as she arched backwards over the rope, but then she bounced back, retracing her arc over Eva’s head. On her back on the canvas, it was Eva’s turn to let out a surprised scream, an instant before Tiffany slammed bodily down on top of her with a force that once again shook the entire ring.
The audience let out a groan. Every one of them knew what it felt like to be on either end of an impact like that. Neither Tiffany nor Eva had any chance to brace herself, and the crashing collision winded both women. Tiffany even bounced slightly, lifting up off Eva and then coming down again to lay groaning atop her opponent, while Eva writhed in anguish underneath her.
“Get up! Finish the bitch!” yelled Jane from across the ring. She made no move to assist or intervene however and despite her pain, Tiffany was glad of that. This was her fight. She would win or lose alone. No-one was going to accuse her of cheating.
She managed to roll to her left, off Eva, and sent an elbow into the Latina’s chest which drew a groan from her enemy. Clambering up onto all fours, chest heaving, Tiffany raised a heavy hand to sweep her tangled hair out of her eyes. She used a hand on the ropes to lift herself to her knees and finally to her feet. She ached all over and it was only a small consolation to know that Eva was in the same state.
Leaning heavily on the ropes, she gazed down at the half-naked Eva. “Time to give it up, sugah, and take your medicine,” she gasped.
Eva raised her head and shook it groggily. A few strands of hair had escaped her ponytail and were plastered across her face and neck by the sheen of sweat that coated her skin. It seemed to take an effort for her to focus her eyes. “Go…fuck…yourself…” she muttered breathlessly.
“Oh, it ain’t me who’s gonna get fucked up right here an’ now,” replied Tiffany with a slow smile. She licked her lips as she thought of the humiliations this woman had subjected her to, over the years. She’d gotten some payback of her own of course, but this time was going to be so sweet. Today she would get to humiliate Eva in front of an audience, and without the limits that the Society’s traditions placed on formal fights. There were few official ‘rules’ in the Society but there were some things that simply didn’t seem to happen. Here though, it was anything goes and Tiffany intended to take full advantage of that freedom.
She pushed herself upright. “Now…let’s start with – “ She halted in mid-sentence as she sensed, rather than heard, a presence behind her. She was only able to spin partway around however, before a hand seized her by the hair and jerked her backwards into the ropes.
“No you don’t, you blonde bimbo!” Tiffany knew that voice – Carmen, Eva’s friend and tag team partner. Shorter than Eva but just as vicious and hot tempered, the new arrival had obviously seen her friend’s predicament and, flouting all the rules of fight etiquette, had rushed to her assistance. Anger fueled a sudden adrenalin rush in Tiffany. So be it. She had more than a few grudges she wanted to settle with this bitch too.
Wanting it wasn’t the same as making it happen however. Bending her backward over the top rope with one hand, Carmen sent her other fist up and over to slam down into Tiffany’s right breast, crushing it into her ribs. The blonde screamed in anguished fury and writhed in the cheating newcomer’s firm grip.
“Let’s even the score a little, shall we?” snarled Carmen, close in her face. She hooked her fingers under the lower edge of Tiffany’s sports bra and dragged it upwards, pulling Tiffany’s breasts upward along with it until the elasticated hem scraped painfully over her hard nipples and her breasts bounced free, shaking from side to side as she squirmed frantically trying to fight her way free.
She reached up over her head, clawing at Carmen’s arms, grasping for her hair and face, but the other woman wrestled her bra upwards around her neck and then partially over her face, using it to pull her backwards and bend her even harder over the ropes, stretching her abs. Tiffany felt a rising panic as she realized how exposed she was. If Eva got up…
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Eva struggle up to her knees, a sly smile on her face. “Hey Babe…good to see you.”
Tiffany couldn’t let these two bitches go to work on her. That had happened before, with terrible results. A renewed surge of panic spiked her adrenalin and she lashed out with a foot aimed at Eva’s face.
The Latina swayed sideways, though she winced in pain as she did so. Nevertheless, she easily avoided the kick. With a snarl of anger and without even waiting to stand, she rose up high on her knees, sending her fist up over her head to plunge downward into Tiffany’s over-stretched, exposed abs.
“GGGUUUHHH!!!” Tiffany’s muscles were well-toned but stretched as she was, the blow sent a wave of pain fanning outward from her belly. Even with the awkward angle and without much weight behind it, the force of it drove Tiffany downward into the ropes, bending her forward at the waist. The sudden violent movement wrenched her hair painfully in Carmen’s claws and she cried out again as the second Latina was dragged half over the ropes along with her.
That loosened Carmen’s hold on Tiffany’s bra however and also brought the bitch into better range of Tiffany’s own grasping hands. Her cry of pain turned to one of fury as, thrusting both hands into the interloper’s hair, she bounced Carmen downward into the rope and then used the energy she gained from that to flip her upward and toss her over her own shoulder. Carmen squealed a curse in Spanish as she sailed through the air and slammed into her partner, sending them both sprawling to the canvas at Tiffany’s feet.
The toss tore Tiffany’s bra away over her head, again wrenching painfully on her hair but at least she was now free. She straightened up against the ropes, took and deep breath and glared at her two assailants.
It was the first chance she had to get a good look at Carmen. Like Eva she had her long dark hair pulled up in a ponytail. She was not dressed for the gym but for the street – or for street-walking – in tight black leather pants and a strapless black top that clung tight to her full, rounded bosom. She wore black stilettos – they had to be at least four inches – though one had skittered away across the canvas when she had landed on Eva, and the other hung half off her right foot now.
“Cheating whores!” snarled Tiffany. She stepped forward off the ropes and stomped her foot down into Carmen’s belly, jack-knifing the Latina upwards off Eva as she let out a cry of pain and clutched reflexively at Tiffany’s foot. Her top had already ridden down to the point where two dark crescents peeped above the upper edge, and now her left breast popped free, the nipple flushed hard and erect.
Tiffany jerked her leg free. “Now it’s time for some payback,” she growled. She bent at the knees, grabbed Carmen by her ponytail and the waistband of her pants and yanked her to her feet. She spared a glance for Eva who was still dazed and gasping on the canvas after her partner had landed on her, and made sure the bitch would stay there with a sharp kick to the ribs. That done, Tiffany spun Carmen in a half circle by one arm and whipped her hard into the corner of the ring.
The heavy padded turnbuckle caught Carmen across the chest and the breath rushed out of her. She clutched at the ropes to steady herself. Tiffany threw herself forward and slammed into Carmen from behind, crushing whatever air was left out of her lungs in a strangled groan. She backed off and hammered a fist into Carmen’s right kidney, dragging another anguished moan from her enemy.
She jerked hard on the back of Carmen’s pans to drag the Latina off the turnbuckle but Carmen clung hard to the ropes on either side, obviously trying to buy herself time to recover. She kicked out blindly at Tiffany but the blonde simply batted her flailing foot aside.
Tiffany wrenched even harder, knowing she had to deal some damage to this one and turn her attention back to Eva before she could recover sufficiently to be a threat once more. She gave a third hard jerk and the fastener that secured the pants at Carmen’s waist gave way. The pants pulled partway down Carmen’s butt but caught on the swell of her hips. Nonetheless, it gave Tiffany the opportunity to thrust her fingers deeper inside the now not-so-tight waistband, get a better grip and haul Carmen away from the ropes. She whirled the other woman around again and sent her spinning back toward her partner.
Carmen stumbled, losing her balance and her remaining shoe at the same time and crashed to the canvas on her belly. Eva had managed to get herself up onto all fours, crawling ponderously toward the opposite corner but now the falling Carmen rammed into her, pitching her forward on her face with Carmen’s own face shoved deep in the cleft of her buttocks.
Tiffany laughed out loud and the sound was echoed by several of the onlookers. “Well don’ that just make a pretty picture?” she drawled sarcastically. Carmen’s pants and ridden down further to the tops of her thighs, baring her butt cheeks. “Leather pants and no panties…not even a thong. Can’t say I’m surprised.” Carmen groaned painfully and rolled onto her side. Tiffany fired a kick into the Latina’s ass, sending her onto her belly again and shoving her face back into Eva’s ass. Her top had slid down around her waist now, and her full breasts were pancaked against the canvas.
“Since we seem to be on a strippin’ theme…” Tiffany went on, stooping over Carmen, “…let’s do the job right, huh?” She grabbed the ankles of Carmen’s pants and pulled hard, lifting the Latina’s legs up and jerking them further down her thighs. Carmen struggled, trying to twist over onto her back, pulling at her pants, but Tiffany held her ankles wide, controlling her, and her enemy’s struggles actually assisted her as she wriggled and tugged Carmen’s pants down, then off, and threw them over to Jane. “Here sugah…souvenir. They’ll probably fit you.”
She bent again and got a good grip on Carmen by her hair and the top twisted at her waist. “Now that’s done…it’s hurtin’ time,” she crooned. Bending from the knees, grunting hard with the effort, she heaved Carmen to her feet and hair-whipped her across the ring and into the same corner from which she had been dragged just moments before. She slammed backwards into the turnbuckles and hung there, arms akimbo gripping the ropes for support, breasts rising and falling as she gasped for breath, her legs splayed wide, her bare shaven crotch displayed to Tiffany and the watching crowd.
Tiffany considered giving her a hard, swift kick right there between her legs – she wouldn’t have put it past the bitch to do the same to her. She discarded that idea however, and instead stepped forward and stomped her booted foot into the pit of Carmen’s stomach. The Latina’s lips opened in a wide ‘O’ as she let out a breathless groan, lacking the air to scream.
“Way to do it, honey!” whooped Jane from the ring apron. “You got both those bitches right where you want them!” Tiffany glanced across at Jane. The younger blonde’s eyes were alight with enthusiasm for the fight. She smiled at her friend. Maybe Jane might help her celebrate her victory later, in private. That was a delicious thought.
“Watch this, sugah!” She backed away from Carmen to grab hold of Eva, who had again managed to push herself up painfully onto her hands and knees. “These two seem to like to fight together…so I’ll make it easy for ‘em!” She yanked Eva halfway to her feet, spun her around and, running her across the ring, speared her head first into Carmen’s crotch. The impact slammed Carmen backwards again into the turnbuckles, her eyes wide and her mouth again open in a silent scream of anguish. Eva slumped against the canvas between Carmen’s legs, her face buried in her partner’s pussy, arms hanging limply over the bottom rope.
“Time to finish the strippin’!” Tiffany shoved one foot into the small of Eva’s back while she bent and, not without a good deal of effort, wrestled the Latina’s skin-tight leggings down over her hips and thighs, dragging her Cuban flagged thong with them. Dazed, Eva moaned and squirmed a little but offered no real resistance as Tiffany stripped her naked and tossed her clothes away with a chuckle. “There…two skanky whores in their natural state.”
She leaned closer again and got another hold on Eva’s hair. “Lemme help you there, sugah!” She jerked Eva up and off Carmen, hurling her out of the corner to slam down on her back on the canvas with a plaintive groan. She lay there barely moving, one leg outstretched, the other folded beneath, her bare womanhood on display just like Carmen’s.
“And you too, skank!” She stepped back into the corner and hauled Carmen up by the hair, firing a backhanded slap across the smaller woman’s face. The ravaged Latina groaned. Tiffany bent her over, jerking her downward by her ponytail, and dragged her out to where Eva lay. She rammed a knee up into her enemy’s belly, almost lifting Carmen off her feet. A spray of spittle spattered Tiffany’s tummy and her shorts. Carmen’s knees sagged. Tiffany flung her down on top of her partner, her forehead spearing into Eva’s lower belly. The two battered Latinas lay there moaning, Carmen’s face in Eva’s crotch, Eva’s pain-pinched face just visible between Carmen’s splayed thighs.
Tiffany lifted a leg over them and dropped her butt down onto Carmen’s back, pinning them both to the canvas. She faced Eva and she leaned over her enemy’s face now, thrust a hand into the hair and dragged her head up off the canvas. She had the victory – she knew that – but a pin was not enough. She wanted to hear these whores – this one in particular – surrender to them. She wanted to make sure everyone heard them. “Now…whatcha got to say sugah?” she sneered. “You’re gonna tell ‘em all that I whupped your sorry asses…both of you…and you’re gonna be my little bitches!” She shook Eva savagely by the hair.
The Latina glared at her, pain and defiance mingled in her baleful gaze. She said nothing and Tiffany rolled her eyes. “Too stubborn to know when to quit, huh? Guess I’ll have to give you some encouragement.” She jerked Eva’s head up higher, burying her face in Carmen’s crotch. Eva squirmed and struggled trying to turn her face away, but Tiffany held her tight, cutting off her breath.
“Style, honey!” yelled Jane from the sidelines. “Smother her in her own partner’s pussy! She’ll never live it down!”
Tiffany laughed. She jerked Eva’s head back and stared down into her enemy’s panting, reddened face. “Now, you gonna be a good girl and – UNGH!!!” A starburst of pain suddenly blossomed in her head. It took her a moment to realize that Eva had grabbed a discarded shoe – possibly Carmen’s – and nailed her squarely on the temple with the pointed heel. By that time however she had toppled off the two Latinas and lay on her side, moaning and barely conscious.
“Ha! That’ll teach you to get cocky, bitch!” snarled Eva as she hauled Carmen halfway off her and wriggled out from underneath her still-groggy partner. Neither she nor Carmen were in good shape, their movements slow and ponderous, clearly worn out and in a lot of pain, but Tiffany herself was in even worse shape right now. Her head felt like she had been hit with a hammer and dark spots danced before her eyes. She could barely see the two naked Latinas clamber laboriously to their feet, and Eva’s voice seemed to come from a long way away. “Come on Carmen. Time to show Bimbo Barbie here what it means to disrespect la Caliente y Loca.”
They eased seized an arm and hauled the moaning Tiffany up off the canvas. As she hung limply in their arms, they each rammed a knee into her chest, first Eva, then Carmen, flattening her swinging breasts into her ribs. Tiffany groaned even louder. She tried to shake her head to clear her thoughts but the movement send another explosion of pain through her skull. She struggled only weakly as they dragged her to the edge of the ring, farthest from where Jane stood. Dimly Tiffany could see that the crowd had closed in around the ring, barely a few feet from the apron as all the women in the gym wanted to get a better view of the ongoing battle.
Throwing her up against the top rope, spreading her arms wide and holding her there with arm each, they went to work with their free hands clenched into fists, taking turns pounding Tiffany. Each heavy blow rocked the blonde back into the ropes, then she rebounded again into the next blow in a steady rhythm of pain.
Tiffany was in trouble and she knew it. Not just the incessant, rhythmic rain of blows that were gradually battering their way through the fast-weakening defenses of her aching abs, but the feeling of helplessness, wriggling against the ropes in a vain struggle to free herself. Ropes – not just ring ropes but any ropes in fact – were her weakness. For some reason, the feeling of rope against her, restraining her and restricting her movement, even simply scraping her skin, weakened her will to resist.
It reminded her of Wonder Woman comic books she had read as a kid – she had been something of a tomboy. The heroine had possessed a magic lasso that would force anyone bound in it to obey, sapping them of their resolve and making them tell the truth. It was somewhat the same for Tiffany. Bound up in ropes she was at the very least hampered by her own depraved desire to submit, and in the right hands she could be reduced to little more than a mewling, needful slut. Eva’s and Carmen’s hands, she knew from awful first-hand experience, were definitely the right hands. God no! Not here, not in public, not in front of a bunch of the Society’s fighters.
Her fearful reverie was interrupted by a scream of anger. “Get off her, you cheating sluts! Fight fair!” Jane slammed full-tilt into Carmen who stood at Tiffany’s right, knocking the smaller of the two Latinas into the ropes, breaking her hold on Tiffany’s arm. Tiffany smiled a grim smile. The kid was fighting smart. She would be better able to handle Carmen than the taller, heavier Eva, and by attacking the smaller woman she was giving Tiffany the chance to fight back and tackle Eva herself. One on one, in a fair contest, Tiffany knew she could take the bitch down.
As Jane yanked Carmen away, Eva cursed and threw another punch at Tiffany’s belly but Tiffany rolled to her left along the ropes, into Eva. The punch went wide, past her right hip, and Tiffany slammed her shoulder into her enemy’s chest, knocking Eva back a step. The Latina’s grip on her arm loosened and Tiffany tore free, shoving herself upright. She reversed Eva’s grip and kept spinning to her left, using her own hold to pull Eva into her, bending the brunette over with a wrist lock and ramming her knee up into Eva’s midriff. “Now it’s my turn, you double-teaming bitch!” She kept a hold on Eva’s wrist and sent another knee into her chest, getting an agonized groan from the other woman.
Tiffany spared a glance at Jane. The younger blonde had used to element of surprise to bounce Carmen into and then off the ropes, hooking her in a half nelson and powering her away from Tiffany, across the ring. Tiffany smiled again. The kid was definitely fighting smart. An experienced tag team like Eva and Carmen knew how to work together, even two-on-two, and separating them made that all the more difficult. Now Jane and Carmen were toe-to-toe, trading blows near the other side of the ring.
“Jane!” The younger woman caught Carmen’s next blow in an arm block, ducked under and spun behind her assailant. She looked across inquiringly at Tiffany, who called out, “Double whip time, sugah!” Jane’s answering smile told Tiffany she understood.
Tiffany took a step backwards, into the ring, yanking Eva along with her. Leaning back, pivoting on one foot and whirling her enemy with her, she sent Eva reeling toward the center of the ring. Jane simultaneously did the same thing with Carmen and the two stumbling, naked Latinas crashed together chest to chest, the breath exploding out of them from the impact as they grasped at one another in a desperate attempt to stay on their feet.
Jane caught Tiffany’s eye and they exchanged identical thoughts. “Double crush?” the younger woman called out.
“Reading my mind, sugah!” laughed Tiffany in return, and backpedaled hard into the ropes on her side of the ring, springing of them to gain momentum. It was odd – ropes of any kind could be her arch-nemesis, yet she loved to use them to her advantage in a fight. Now, as Jane mirrored her moves on the other side of the ring, the two blondes hurtled into Eva and Carmen, slamming themselves together with crushing force, their adversaries caught in the middle. The two Latinas let out an agonized groan as their battered bodies were smashed together, but still they managed to stay on their feet, albeit barely, leaning on one another, stumbling.
“Same again!” called Tiffany as she backed off. “High and low this time. We’ll put ‘em down!” Again she ran backwards into the ropes and sprang off, as Jane did the same opposite her. “Hey bitches!” she yelled as she leapt forward once more. Eva and Carmen turned their heads sluggishly toward her. “Time to – “
The triumphant smile was wiped off her face in an instant as a surprised scream sounded from the other side of the ring. As Jane had driven herself hard against the rope, leaning in backwards to get the maximum rebound, one of the onlookers had stepped forward, grabbed her by the ankles and jerked backwards, taking her feet off the edge of the ring apron. Instead of bouncing back into the ring, the smaller blonde now hung with her arms spread wide, clinging desperately to the top rope. She thrashed wildly as she tried in vain to get her feet back up onto the canvas, but her gyrations only dragged her down further.
Tiffany took all this in in the brief moment it took her to run from the ropes to her two enemies still standing in a stumbling embrace in the center of the ring. She had no time to change tactics to adapt to the sudden change in the fight. Carmen and Eva too seemed to sense something had happened. Carmen yelled “Down!” and as one they dropped into a crouch. Tiffany, unable to halt her charge, barreled headlong into them and took too hard shoulders in her already battered belly.
Her momentum carried her past them, gagging, clutching at her middle as she battled the waves of pain that suddenly coursed through her. She had to fight her tormented muscles just to draw breath. She staggered sideways, hunched over, and through tear-filled eyes she finally got a look at the woman who had intruded in the fight to sabotage Jane.
Misty was a tall blonde, not as tall as Tiffany but taller than Jane and powerful to boot. She was also Tiffany’s long-time enemy, perhaps even more so than Eva or Carmen, though it was a close contest. Standing behind the still struggling Jane now, dressed in a loose pair of workout shorts and a skimpy blue tank top, she had a smug grin on her face. “Can’t let you miss out on a good spanking, can we…slut? We all know how you love that.”
Tiffany snarled at her, but had no breath to make the angry retort that she wished. Misty knew her weakness all too well. The bitch had exploited it more than once, and Tiffany shuddered at those memories. She pushed them from her mind though. Right now, she had more pressing concerns.
Before she could even turn to face Carmen and Eva however, she was seized from behind by both arms and dragged backwards, struggling. “Now you’re gonna get what’s coming to you, you big blonde slut!” hissed Carmen in her ear. “In front of the whole damn room!”
As Tiffany watched in horror, Misty reached up to shove her fingers into the back of Jane’s pants and jerk her downward even harder as the younger woman grasped the rope for dear life. Misty pulled her down far enough that she could reach over, grab the middle rope, pull it up and wrap it over Jane’s head and under her chin, winding her in the ropes, trapping her there. “Leave her alone, you bitch!”
Misty laughed as she wrenched the squirming Jane’s head back. “What are you gonna do, slut? What are either of you gonna do?” She hooked the fingers of both hands into the waistband of Jane’s pants and jerked them down over her hips, baring her butt and her crotch. Jane screamed in furious protest but there was indeed nothing either of them could do as Tiffany writhed in Carmen’s and Eva’s grasp, trying in vain to break free and go to help her friend. She had no illusions how diabolical Misty could be. She had experienced that first-hand.
Eva and Carmen hurled her into the corner of the ring, pinning her there by her arms as before, and again they went to work on her with fists, elbows and knees, hammering her jiggling breasts, ribs, belly and even one or two blows that came perilously close to her crotch.
“Thanks for the assist there, Misty Baby!” called Eva over her shoulder in between blows. “Want to come have a slice of slut over here with us?”
Misty laughed again. From the limited view that Tiffany had past her two tormentors, she could see that the big blonde had yanked Jane’s leggings down past her knees now. “Let me just wrap this one up and I’ll be right over!” she promised. She jerked Jane’s pants down a little further, almost but not quite off her, and then pulled them up behind Jane, bending Jane’s legs painfully backward at the hips and knees before she tied the pants securely to the bottom rope. Jane still struggled but now she was trussed tight, effectively hogtied in the ring ropes and her own pants. Tiffany’s heart sank, both for her and her partner. They were helpless now, at the mercy of the other three – and she knew they could expect little mercy.
Still she struggled, but Eva and Carmen held her tight as they continued to punish her. Together they jerked her to her feet and pulled her out of the corner. Before she could do anything to react, they seized her hair – Carmen on the right, Eva on the left – and dropped suddenly to their knees, whipping Tiffany forward in a double hair-mare to slam down on her back. The impact drove all the remaining breath out of her, leaving her gasping, writhing weakly on the canvas.
Tiffany had no strength to fight back or even to move as the two Latinas rose to their feet once more. Eva bent and grabbed hold of her left ankle, Carmen her right, and they lifted her legs high in the air. Tiffany only had time to wail a pleading “No!!!” before, in unison, her tormentors leapt backward and dropped to their knees once more, yanking her legs outward in a savage wishbone split. Tiffany’s howl of agony echoed around the room.
Lost in her pain, she was hardly even aware of it when they jerked her to her feet by both arms, pulling her hands away from her ravaged crotch. She moaned in misery as they ran her toward the edge of the ring and hurled her against the top rope once more, both their bodies driving hard into her back. Her bruised breasts were flattened against the harsh ropes and then rode up over them, scraping her sensitive nipples brutally and dragging another cry of anguish from her parched lips. Oh Gawd! Not the ropes!
Eva and Carmen lunged up over Tiffany, pressing her downward into the rope with their combined weight. Eva reached down over Tiffany’s shoulder, grabbed the middle rope and pulled it up until she could hook it over Tiffany’s neck and trap her in the ropes in a similar way to that in which Misty had trapped Jane.
“Now we got you, Barbie!” Carmen taunted Tiffany and slapped Carmen on the ass, hard enough to make her yelp and jerk forward into the ropes. She bounced backwards, her bare breasts jiggling, just as Eva sent a slap of her own into Tiffany’s other butt cheek.
“Get her shorts off!” said Carmen and Eva lost no time in obliging. Tiffany screamed a heartfelt warning but the Latinas only laughed at her. “Shut up and take your medicine, whore!” A moment later Tiffany’s shorts were down around her ankles, her butt bared to the not-so-tender mercies of her two assailants and the mocking eyes of the watching crowd. There was a ripple of laughter and Tiffany’s face reddened with a mixture of shame and anger, then yelped out loud again as her captors sent slap after stinging slap into her smarting buttocks.
She heard Jane cry out from across the ring, “Get your hands off me, skank!” but she could not turn around and her anxious imagination only fueled her fearful thoughts about what might be happening to her friend.
“Let me go, you bitches!” She struggled in her bonds but the tight-stretched ropes held her fast and she had no real chance to pull herself backwards into the ring as the two brunettes bounced her into the ropes over and over again as they team-spanked her butt.
“She didn’t even say please!” sneered Carmen.
“How rude!” laughed Eva.
“Still, my hand’s starting to hurt.”
“Mine too. Let’s try something else with her.” Tiffany ground her teeth in fury but a chill of trepidation ran through her at the thought of what these two might do to her. The ropes sawed against the tender undersides of her breasts with every slap they landed on her and she hurt all over, but there was something else beneath the pain, something more insidious, more darkly inviting. It was that, the perversely inviting prospect not just of what they might do, but of what she might want them to do, that both frightened and thrilled her. Bound up in the ropes, in front of everybody…
Eva and Carmen were not giving her any opportunity to escape. Do I even want to? That thought sent another chill through her as they shoved her down hard again, unwrapping the middle rope from behind her neck. She was far from free however as they grabbed and pinned her arms again in a double hammerlock.
As they jerked her around to face the other way, she saw Jane still hung up in the ropes. Misty had climbed into the ring and was facing the younger, smaller blonde. Jane’s sports bra was pulled up around her neck, baring her full, rounded breasts, and Misty was using them as punching bags – or at least slapping bags, as she sent a succession of powerful slaps into the beleaguered Jane’s bouncing bosom.
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