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LINGERIE CATFIGHT
By JJJ
FIGHT NIGHT
Back up stairs, JJJ sat with Erica, who watched patiently as Michelle was about to go one on one with Natacha. The ref had just awarded the last match to Jennifer’s opponent for no one knew why Jennifer never showed up for her scheduled match. Erica smiled, “Oh boy this is it…this should be fun I can’t wait to see how bad this ends for Natacha…and when she looses I hear Michelle has a special surprise lined up for her!”
...“And now ladies and gentlemen, the match everyone has been waiting for! Your main event, that’s right folks, its champion vs. challenger, blonde vs. blonde, but this time it’s the challenger who is the favorite!!!” Screams and cheers filled the air, and the man continued, “It’s going to be Michelle, as the number one contender and appearing as the challenger, and will be coming out looking for blood tonight. Michelle is coming off a streak of impressive victories and has earned the right to face off against our new champion, Natacha, the Heart Breaker! To help the Blonde Barbie doll out a little the match will be no outside interference.” The crowd began booing and screaming, but the man continued. “But don’t worry out side of the no interference clause the match will be a no DQ, standing 10 count…that’s right one of these ladies must be down for a count of 10 for the match to end. Introducing first our new champion, making her first and possibly last title defense, standing 5’4”, weighing 101 lbs, with measurement’s of 32D-23-33… Here is the Heart Breaker”
Natacha, “The Heart Breaker” was called out and the rowdy crowd simultaneously burst into life upon seeing the blonde making her way to the top of the ramp. Just like last time, Natacha came out wearing a bright white robe that was tied around her tiny waist, with a big red heart on the back, however this time the blonde was much more somber. The crowd was already screaming, "Show your tits!" and "We want puppies!" Stepping forward slowly in her white ankle wrap 3 inch stiletto heels, the blonde tightly held the robe around her waist and walked down the middle of the ramp, her eyes fixed on the ring ahead. Last week the Heart Breaker did a slutty little strip tease, hi-fived the fans in the front row, even regretfully flirted with Michelle’s husband, but now she was all business as she avoided the out stretched hands of the ravenous crowd. Grim look painted on her flawless face, there was no ass swishing, no breast bouncing, no sexy dancing showing off that perfect body, this time it was just the blonde in her stoic walk down the ramp, her eyes not even blinking. Like a soldier on a march she made her way down the ramp, the blonde paying no attention to the men screaming for her to strip, or show her tits. The Heart Breaker made her way to the metal steps slowly climbed the stairs leading into the ring bent forward and slid between the middle and top ring rope. The ref starred at the blonde bombshell as she made her way across the ring and looked out at the rowdy and screaming crowd, the chant of “Take of the robe!” filling the air. The Heart Breaker knew she couldn’t stay behind the white robe all night, and regretfully undid the bow around her waist. The blonde slid the material back and pulled open the robe, again Natacha looked to die for, scantily clad in her sexy white lingerie outfit.
The light white material was the perfect color against her dark tan skin, and left little to the imagination proudly displaying her to die for body. A tight white lacey push up bra, with a small red heart smack in the middle of each full cup, strained to keep most of her ample breast flesh hidden safely inside it confines, while producing a canyon of cleavage. The blonde’s breasts looked like two perfect circles suspended in the middle of her chest, her tight exposed midsection left wide open and lightly covered with golden glitter glistening in the arena lights. A matching lace white thong went high over her curvy hips and barely covered her crotch, which still didn’t feel 100% from the agonizing forearm shot from Awesome Kong, and again there was a small red heart embroidered in the front of the material. A matching white garter belt was strapped to her white thigh hi stockings which ended in a thick lacey pattern halfway up her legs, each thigh had a corresponding red heart sewn into the material in the middle of her thighs. The blonde’s heart shape ass was parted perfectly by the T-back white thong, leaving most of her meaty cheeks exposed, the thin material holding it together looking like dental floss.
“Coming down the isle standing 5’7” weighing 115lbs with measurements of 36C-24-36 here is MICHELLLLEE!”
Michelle came out and looked just as sexy as Natacha, wearing the exact same lingerie outfit only in black. Her lacey black bra strained to contain her equally impressive breasts, thrusting them seductively upward on her chest. The blonde had a matching black thong covering her curvy hips and shapely ass while black thigh high’s adorned her incredible legs. Natacha watched Michelle storm down the ramp, the Heart Breaker quickly slid out of the ring, just as Michelle climbed the metal stairs and slid in between the ring ropes. The blonde waved out to the roaring crowd and Natacha walked around outside the ring watching Michelle strutting around the ring clapping her hands over head.
Michelle gasped in sudden surprise as she was harshly dropped chest-first flying down to the canvas as Natacha stood on the arena floor, yanking out the beautiful blonde’s legs out from under her. Natacha wasted no time, quickly slid into the ring, reached down and grabbed a fistful of Michelle’s long hair from behind. Michelle’s face winced in pain as Natacha’s fingers tighten around and around and then the Heart Breaker rips backward. A scream fills the air as Michelle is painfully dragged upward by her long locks and the beauty found herself rising in pain. With her head still facing down towards the canvas, Michelle never looked up or led on, but fired her left elbow backward flying through the air and slamming squarely into Natacha’s exposed midsection, blasting the Swede’s ribs. Natacha never saw the elbow coming and gasped in surprised pain as the powerful blow took the wind from her. The blonde lost her grip on Michelle’s hair, but before the Heart Breaker could get her arms up to defend herself, Michelle pressed her attack. Still slightly hunched over, Michelle brought her elbow shooting backward a second time, again slamming home flush into Natacha’s midsection. A whoomph filled the air as the elbow caught The Heart Breaker just above her thong and sent the Swede’s upper body slumping forward.
Michelle quickly spun to the side to catch her breath but never got the chance to go on the offense, as it was Natacha who sprang forward. Screaming wildly, Natacha’s hands flew upward and again her fingers shot upward into Michelle’s long hair and the Heart Breaker began ripping her opponent wildly around the ring. Michelle shrieked as she stumbled forward in her hi heeled shoes and was tugged clear across the ring, the Swede showing surprising offense in her second bout. Finally Michelle got her footing, but Natacha didn’t miss a beat as she ripped downward on her hair hold and started ramming kicks flying and knees blasting upward into Michelle’s hunched over body. Michelle groaned and took a hard knee square into her midsection, followed by a stinging kick into her thigh, the challenger was shocked at the start to the match as the new champ slammed another knee up blasting into her right breast. Natacha backed up a step and then tossed the dazed beauty to the canvas using her hair as a handle in a perfect snapmare. Michelle squealed as she flew forward, flipping in mid air, before landing on the canvas, ass first and sucking in air. The Heart Breaker wasted no time and Natacha sprang forward and slammed a kick flying square into Michelle’s heaving breasts that sent the aching beauty sprawling back to the canvas.
Stepping forward, the Swede quickly dropped down, ass first, slamming her fleshly thong covered bottom right down on top of her stunned opponent. Michelle groaned as Natacha’s lower body pinned her against the mat, the wind shooting form her as she struggled to breath when the blonde’s body was suddenly straddling her washboard stomach. Natacha had a look of rage on her face, firing a stinging slap across Michelle’s cheek, but the number one contender was far from done and her hands shot upward looking for the Swede’s long blonde hair. Another stinging smack filled the air as Michelle’s other cheek took the next shot, but Michelle fought through the stinging sensation and smiled as her finger’s found Natacha’s hair. Michelle’s finger’s tightly wound around and around the bleached blonde locks and once a grip was secured, she began ripping and pulling as hard as she could. Natacha’s scalp suddenly exploded with pain, the blonde’s shriek filled the air as it felt like her hair was being ripped out while her upper body slowly began arching backward in response to the tugging. Michelle’s heels dug in the mat, her incredible hips bucked upward and again she ripped back on the Swede’s hair. Natacha’s eyes screwed shut and again she painfully screamed, as her head was ripped backward by her long locks. Michelle’s hips thrust upward again, timing it perfectly with the third painful tug on the Heart Breaker’s hair, and finally she dislodged Natacha from her perch.
Michelle quickly rolled over and came up in a sitting position sucking in much needed air; still in shock at the prowess the Swede has shown thus far. Natacha’s hands were tussling her hair as she glared across the ring with a look of rage on her face, the Heart Breaker seemed ready to go right back on the attack as she scrambled to her feet. Natacha dashed forward and quickly grabbed onto Michelle's outstretched wrist and pulled her up to her feet, ripping the challenger of the canvas in rage. As Michelle was rising, Natacha reared back and threw a jarring punch that slammed squarely into Michelle's tight stomach. Michelle gasped as the breath shot from her frame, her body hunching over in response to the power packed punch, allowing Natacha to grab onto her long hair. Michelle winced as her hair was tugged painfully forcing her to keep up with the Heart Breaker who was dragging her along ripping her around the ring. Nearing the corner, Natacha reared back and using her tight hair hold, drove the dazed beauty face first into the turnbuckle. Michelle’s face slammed into the padding and the jarring impact disorientated the Goddess who couldn’t get her hands up as her face was driven downward again and again. The Heart Breaker was in all out attack mode as she wildly pulled back and then drove Michelle’s perfect face smashing down into the rough padding.
Finally Michelle was able to latch onto the ring ropes and brace herself, but Natacha changed tactics and yanked backward causing the shocked beauty to trip backward and fall to the mat. Michelle shook her head clear, looking up seeing Natacha, who was right there standing over her, already bending down to pull her right back up. Before the Heart Breaker’s hands found her hair, Michelle quickly lashed out and sent a nasty slap square across Natacha's face, sending the Swede’s head whipping out to the side. Natacha momentarily paused in her attack and that allowed Michelle a split second of time to which she used to scramble to her knees. Michelle threw herself from the ground, diving at Natacha and crashing into the stunned blonde knocking her backward and through the air. Completely stunned, Natacha found herself ass first on the canvas, and Michelle scrambled forward sliding right on top of Natacha and locked her hands into her long blonde hair. Natacha yelled out in pain as Michelle’s fingers wrapped around hair and the Heart Breaker’s head was violently ripped upward and then driven backward slamming into the canvas again and again.
Natacha was stunned by the sudden turn of events as her head was being ripped wildly about, but the Heart Breaker’s hands flew upward and she dug her freshly manicured nails into Michelle's breasts. Michelle was instantly stunned and screamed out as ten talons tore into her sensitive mammaries, her sexy black bra offering scant protection, and she quickly tried to push away from Natacha to get back up to her feet. Unable to get any footing, teeth gritted against the pain tearing through her breasts, Michelle decided to return the breast clamp with one of her own. What an incredible display as the two lingerie clad Goddesses shrieking and screaming, both beauties manicured fingernails were tearing into the others breasts. Neither hellcat was willing to release her grip on the other’s breasts; both girls digging in tightly and trying to mammary maul the other into submission. Squeezing and ripping into one another’s breasts the girls were wailing aloud as they endured the pain rolling over and over one another each fighting for a dominant position. Both girls’ hands suddenly release their breast clamp and then simultaneously shoot upward tearing into one another’s long hair. The Blonde Goddess’s wildly ripped and tugged as they were engaged in an all out catfight rolling over and over, their incredible bodies locked tightly together. Michelle then Natacha, then Natacha over Michelle, and vice versa as they were briefly on top of one other, round and round they went rolling over one another while trying to rip the others hair out. Suddenly Michelle freed her right hand from Natacha’s locks and with the blonde’s back pinned to the canvas she slammed a punch square into the side of Natacha’s head.
That was the opening Michelle needed as Natacha momentarily stopped fighting, stunned by the surprisingly powerful blow to the temple. Natacha was dazed and Michelle quickly secured the blonde’s body to the canvas pinning her in place in a schoolgirl pin, trapping Natacha's arms beneath her knees and locking them to the mat. Michelle slid her thong-covered ass over Natacha’s face and then her long nails shot out claws extended and latched onto the blonde’s breasts. Natacha wildly thrashed and bucked as her face was engulfed under Michelle’s ass, a muffled scream filled the air as the sharp nails ripped into her bountiful bosom, the lacey white bra offering no protection to her aching orbs. The trapped Swede grew frantic as her arms were pinned against the canvas and Michelle’s hands went to work crushing her ample titflesh, the Heart Breaker’s feet pounding against the mat as she bucked and trashed in place. Michelle’s nails continued tearing into the thinly padded material and somehow Natacha tried to regain her composure, fighting back the pain that was ripping through her prized chest. The Heart Breaker couldn’t free her arms and did the only thing she could do from her precarious position, Natacha desperately raked her nails over Michelle's exposed thighs. Michelle’s initial reaction to the searing pain was to lift her ass upward ever so slightly, which was just what Natacha expected and the Heart Breaker thrust her hips upward dumping Michelle off her.
Natacha quickly scrambled away crawling towards a neutral corner and then pulled herself up to her feet while holding her stinging breasts. Michelle was already in a hunched over standing position glaring at her blonde opponent, before looking at her thighs and seeing the red welts from the Heart Breaker’s long nails. A look of rage filled her face, and Michelle instantly charged forward full steam ahead directly at Natacha. The Heart Breaker saw the charging blonde and narrowly sidestepped the attack at the last second, Michelle going breasts first into the turnbuckle. Michelle gasped and was about to spin around, when suddenly the Heart Breaker helped herself to two thick handfuls of Michelle's hair from behind. Natacha violently pulled Michelle's head wildly and a shriek filled the air as Michelle’s body arched over backward stopping her in her tracks. Natacha raised her right hand and a balled fist flew forward flying into Michelle's kidney, dropping the shocked beauty to her knees gasping. As Michelle went down, Natacha drove a knee shooting forward into Michelle’s upper back sending her sprawling forward onto her hands and knees. The Heart Breaker stepped up and slammed a kick directly into the challenger’s ribcage that left her gasping and breathless. The Swede bent forward, grabbed Michelle by the back of her hair and began dragging the blonde upward, plucking her off the canvas. Michelle had a look of rage on her face as she was slowly rising upward and when she was pulled up, the challenger slammed her right elbow flying backward and landing directly into Natacha's left breast. Natacha’s mouth dropped open as her breast exploded in pain as her titflesh was driven flat against her chest bone forcing her to release her hair and immediately hold her suddenly throbbing breast.
Michelle tried to clear her head as she moved aside to catch her breath while starring at Natacha, whose hands were still cupping her pulsating breast flesh. Michelle was slowly backing up, content to get a few seconds breather, when Natacha’s hands left her breast and she charged forward. The Swede was screaming in rage as she dashed across the ring, Michelle caught off guard and backed up a step when suddenly her ankle twisted as she tripped over her heel. Michelle yelled out in pain as she found herself on the mat, Natacha’s body suddenly directly on top of her pinning her against the mat. Copying Michelle’s move from only a few seconds ago, Natacha hurriedly repositioned herself over her opponent’s face and plopped her ass down engulfing Michelle’s flawless face. Now it was Michelle’s turn to panic as her arms were suddenly pinned to the mat and it was the Heart Breaker’s time for some payback. Michelle began bucking and trashing desperately trying to free herself when suddenly her right breast took a huge closed fist punch instantly stopping her in her tracks. Michelle wailed out in agony as her breast pulsed with pain, when suddenly her left orb was struck and driven painfully into her chest bone. From her position over Michelle's face, Natacha began throwing punches down onto Michelle's bountiful breasts, the challenger grunting and crying out as pain began coursing through her suddenly aching orbs. Natacha fired another punch, this one into Michelle’s ribs, followed by another square into Michelle's belly button, followed by a hard right that pancaked Michelle’s breast. Michelle was wildly thrashing and bucking, screaming in pain, when finally she managed to buck Natacha off of her
Michelle lay on the mat rubbing her aching breasts and trying to catch her breath, but was allowed no break as Natacha walked up and kicked her flush in her lower spine. Another kick flew forward, this blasting into her back, and Michelle was moaning on the canvas, her arms coming around to shield her backside. The Heart Breaker quickly slid forward, again pinning Michelle’s arms to the canvas, and plopping her luscious ass right on the blonde’s face yet again. Natacha reached forward and grabbed the front of Michelle's sling shot black thong, pulled upward and shocked everyone as the Heart Breaker gave her opponent a painful front wedgie. Michelle shrieked as the material buried instantly upward into her crotch, while Natacha’s perfect ass covered her scream, preventing her from getting any air as she bucked wildly in place. The Heart Breaker now had a two handed grip on the material, and the lacey thong was being pulled upward into Michelle’s crotch, the blonde shrieking in agony. Michelle knew she had to do something fast, and acting in sheer desperation she wildly chomped her teeth down flush into Natacha’s fleshly left ass cheek. Suddenly an ear-piercing shriek filled the air as Michelle’s teeth violently clamped down tearing into Natacha’s suddenly aching ass cheek. The Heart Breaker instantly let go of Michelle’s thong, tears coating her eyes, a searing pain burning as Michelle’s teeth were still clamped painfully onto her meaty flesh. The Swede wailed in pain and finally her ass cheek slid free, but a huge mouth sized red welt was visible where Michelle savagely bit into her like a cannibal.
The stunned blonde rolled off Michelle massaging her aching ass, while across the ring Michelle's body was wracked with pain as she slowly picked the thong from her crotch. Painfully, Michelle made it to her feet, ready to make the slutty Swede pay for assaulting her womanhood. Grabbing a handful of Natacha's wild blond hair, Michelle violently yanked Natacha back up to her feet, the Heart Breaker’s right ass cheek bright red. Michelle latched onto Natacha’s upper arm and dragged her forward a few steps before whipping the Swede across the ring. Natacha sped forward and awkwardly spun around, her back smacking against the turnbuckle and before she could even steady her legs beneath her, Michelle came barreling across the ring, her breasts bouncing with each running step. Michelle’s shoulder slammed into Natacha’s stomach blasting her back into the turnbuckle, the Heart Breaker’s head snapped back in pain, her arms flying over the top rope as her body took the brunt of the blow. With her arms draped over the cables on either side of her body, Natacha’s legs waned below her, barely able to keep her erect. Michelle backed away but pressed her hands down onto Natacha’s arms, trapping them against the ropes before she again barreled forward and crushed Natacha’s midsection a second time. Natacha groaned as her head snapped back, her gorgeous face contorted in pain, the blonde in the corner and struggling for breath.
A forearm flew threw the air and slammed into Natacha’s temple stunning the Swede and as her arms were coming up over the ropes Michelle slammed a left into her belly button knocking her to her knees. A snap kicked slammed across both of the Heart Breaker’s breasts and Natacha fell backward to the canvas stunned. Michelle positioned herself over Natacha and planted her spiky heel tip directly on Natacha’s throat, while she latched onto the ropes for even more leverage. Natacha’s eyes bulged as Michelle drove the heel tip down, the blonde coughed and gasped as she struggled to draw breath. Natacha was squirming sexily on the mat when finally Michelle picked up her heeled foot upward, only to slam it back down, heel tip first, evilly into Natacha’s right breast. The Heart Breaker shrieked as her hand went up to her suddenly aching orb as she wildly tried to pry the spiky heel tip from tearing apart her breast flesh. Screams of anguish fill the air as Michelle is latched onto the top ring rope, all of her weight being supported by the heel tip, which is painfully grinding and twisting into Natacha’s aching orb. The blonde’s bucking worked and finally her right breast popped away from the hellacious hold, but Michelle never let up as she bent down and rolled Natacha over onto her chest.
BACKSTAGE
…While the Main Event was going on in the ring, somewhere backstage Jennifer’s eyes fluttered open slowly, but the pain that filled her body was more than she could handle and she thought she might black out again. Fighting to stay awake she slowly realized she was standing, though not on her own accord as she couldn’t move her arms. Panic set in as realized her arms were pinned out to the sides and bound in place, tied to the wall tightly at her wrists. Jennifer wildly shrieked and bucked but it was helpless as her trashing did little, and suddenly it came back to her in a flash as Kong stepped into view and joked, “So you’re awake…and about to feel pain to a whole level!” Jennifer shrieked for help, but the trapped Goddess’s wails did little as she was totally and completely helpless and at the black woman’s mercy. With no let up in brutality the attack on her incredible body started all over again, the black woman's iron fists went to work on the slab of perfection held tightly in place against her restraints. The first few punches flew through the air and Jennifer's body jolted with each one, sexy sounds filling the air as she struggled against her leather bindings. Hooks and jabs flew all pounding into her exposed torso, some pummeling the brunette's stomach, others hitting her ribs, and others slamming into her abdomen. Moans of pain filled the air as the brunette pleaded for release, as her body was methodically beaten down, and the black woman showed no remorse. A right hook rocked suddenly her left breast; a snap kick hit her rib cage, followed by a nasty left uppercut connecting with the base of her right breast. Struggling for breath, Jennifer's was aching as a flurry of punches all crushed her rock hard stomach. What a sight it was as Jennifer's fit and tone arms strained against the restraints binding her in place as her midsection was relentlessly pounded upon.
Not content with her attack on the brunette's midsection, it now seemed Kong's plan was to destroy those two perfect exposed orbs. Kong began pummeling away with her balled up fists slamming into the now trashing brunette's breasts, which flopped wildly about her chest. The perfect mounds of flesh quivered and shook with each brutal punch, and screams of real anguish filled the air, as Jennifer desperately needed to shield her pulsating breasts. A hellacious cross flew straight forward and Kong loved the feeling of smashing the silicone filled tit flat against the brunette's chest bone as her entire hand was smothered by ample breast flesh. The once perfect mounds of flesh began to discolor as punches continued pulverizing the silicone filled sacks. Tears streamed down flushed cheeks and the brunette’s bucking was beginning to slow as the will to fight back was waning. Each punch was worse than the previous and Jennifer’s head whipped side to side, her sweat soaked hair flipping over her face. Jennifer didn’t know how much she could take, or her breast for that matter, and she thought for sure she would pass out from the pain again. Punches flew, moans and groans filled the air, but Jennifer could only scream as tears flooded down her bright red cheeks, her incredible tits pounded again and again.
Kong grew tired after throwing what had to be at least fifteen straight punches to each different breast and decided to take a quick breather since her prisoner wasn't going anywhere. Jennifer's head was hanging limply and when the beating stopped she looked up with a glimmer of hope in her eye that her torment was done. The poor brunette was dead wrong as Kong's hands snake upward, each hand latching onto a battered boob and then the black woman began squeezing. Jennifer's shrieks of agony again fill the air as the brunette's arm flailed in the restraints as her ample breast flesh was crushed. Her head whipped side to side as she screamed her submission but Kong's fingers worked each supple orb crushing and squeezing as much flesh as her fingers could possibly hold. Kong felt Jennifer's implants slide and slither under the brunette's flesh, the black woman never having a chance to destroy a set of tits so perfect. Jennifer was desperate and her left leg came kicking upward slamming into Kong's thigh, the black woman caught off guard and loosing her hold on the brunette's breasts. Jennifer looked confused as she kicked out again, but Kong was already out of range with a look of rage plastered on her face.
Jennifer and Kong’s heads both whipped to the side suddenly as the door to the room bust open and in walked the sadistic tag team, the House Wives, Phyllis and Arlene, with their shopping cart of horror.
Kong’s smiled widened as she saw the two women in their blue face paint, “Took you long enough…you were supposed to be here ten minutes ago!” Kong yelled at the Housewives. Phyllis stepped around Arlene and was inches away from the helpless girl, Jennifer pleading for release and that only made the Housewife smile. Phyllis saw the bound brunette who was held in place helpless and walked over, taunting Jennifer, “I hope you didn’t get to attached to these…I assure you they won’t look the same when were done here!” To emphasis the point the Housewife reached up and pinched the underside of Jennifer’s left breast then twisted her nails painfully pinching the tender flesh. Jennifer had tears in her eyes as the painful pinch sent waves of pain shooting through her mammary.
Arlene began rummaging through her shopping cart and tossed the lid off of a cooler filled with ice, the Housewife grabbing a handful of ice chips. Phyllis pinches Jennifer’s left breast one more time before Arlene steps forward with her handful of ice and smiles from ear to ear as she slowly began rubbing the icy cold cube up and down the sides of Jennifer's perfect breast, “Get the clothes pins Phyllis!” she yelled over her shoulder as she melted the cube, water dripping off Jennifer’s quivering mammary. Jennifer thrashed helpless against her restraints, her breast freezing as her body shook side-to-side trying to free herself. Arlene melted the first few cubs, and then grabbed a few more cubes and began running them over the now icy flesh of the brunette’s breast. The cubes went round and round for a few seconds before stopping just below the brunette’s nipple. Arlene smiled as she evilly began to rub the freezing ice cubes over the Jennifer’s suddenly hardening nipple. "Ahhhhh! Fuck it's freezing!!!!" Jennifer sobbed as the ice glided over her now fully erect nipple.
Arlene kept rubbing the cubes up and down and around the nipple until they were completely melted in her hands. At this point Phyllis had returned and handed Arlene the thick wooden clothespin and the brunette had no idea what was about to happen. Jennifer's nipple was totally hard, erect, and standing at full attention and that's when Arlene opened the clothespin letting it snap shut right down on the stiff nub of flesh.
"EEEEEEEIIIIHHHHHHHHH!!" Jennifer let out a blood-curdling shriek as her head snapped back in agony. The wooden clothespin clamped down on Jennifer's tender nipple, the pain was instant and the brunette wildly bucked and thrashed trying to dislodge the clothespin from her suddenly pulsing beef tip. Jennifer was completely helpless and unable to move an inch, and tears streaked down her flushing face, leaving a trail of makeup in their passing. Jennifer couldn’t believe how much the clothespin hurt; her nipple felt like it was caught in a vice as the pressure never let up.
Phyllis stepped forward, "Hey lemme in here, she's got another one. I wanna try that!!!"
"Ohhh pp...pl...puh-leeeze don't...leave me alone, I'm begging you," Jennifer sobbed. Phyllis stepped forward, ice cubes in hand, and laughed as she watched Jennifer's body buck wildly trying to free herself as suddenly ice began running over her right breast. "Myyyy Goddddd!!! Nnnnoooooo.... pllease!!!" Jennifer babbled as Phyllis ran the cubes all over her breast. Phyllis grabbed a few more cubes and then began rubbing them over Jennifer’s other nipple and the tender beef tip hardened in seconds. Phyllis continued running the cold ice over and over Jenifer’s rock hard right nipple, while her left nipple felt like it was on fire from the clothespin biting painfully into her tender flesh. Once the ice melted in Phyllis’s hand, the Housewife wasted no time and brought her big wooden clothespin open hovering inches from Jennifer’s breast. “Not again…. No please!” Jennifer looked on in horror as the wooden pin was brought closer and closer to her right nipple. Suddenly the wood was snapped shut and another shriek of agony filled the air as the wood painfully bit into Jennifer’s big hard nipple.
Jennifer shrieked and thrashed uncontrollably, her long hair whipping left to right across her tear streaked face. "You think you're feeling pain now sweetie? Wait'll ya see what we can do to you!” Kong hissed and grabbed Jennifer's face. Painfully the black Amazon dug her fingernails into the brunette's cheeks and screamed, "Look at me you fucking whore!" she yelled as she raked her nails down Jennifer's cheeks, leaving slight red welts on both sides of her flawless face. Kong quickly swung a huge roundhouse right that crashed into Jennifer's tight stomach, knocking the wind out of her again.
Arlene quickly ran over to the bag, grabbing a thick permanent marker and walked back over to the bound brunette. Phyllis and Kong tightly held Jennifer’s head in place while the Housewife, tossed the marker’s cap to the side and began scribbling on Jennifer’s forehead, the brunette having no idea what was happening to her. It took Arlene only a few seconds, and then stepped back to admire her work. Phyllis and Kong burst out laughing for Arlene wrote “Cum Dumpster” across Jennifer’s forehead and then drew arrows coming from the word going down both side’s of Jennifer’s face ending on either side of her mouth. Arlene stepped up, marker in hand and began drawing on Jennifer’s washboard stomach, the brunette barely stirring. Stepping back, Phyllis saw the word “COCK HERE” with an arrow going down to Jennifer’s crotch, bringing another round of laughter.
Phyllis ran back to her bag’o’tiricks and smiled ear to ear as she came back with a huge dildo. Jennifer shrieked for help, praying the sick bitch would leave her alone, and wildly thrashed against her restraints. Arlene watched, as the brunette was helpless to prevent Phyllis from doing what ever she wanted to her, and the Housewife seemed to have a plan already in mind. Phyllis brandished the thick studded dildo in Jennifer’s face and the brunette begged and pleaded the Housewife to leave her alone. Phyllis wouldn’t hear of it and playfully began running the dildo over Jennifer’s neatly trimmed pubic patch the brunette’s sexy hips closing shut. Arlene and Kong stepped forward, each grabbling a different thigh, and began to pry apart the brunette’s legs while she struggled and squirmed. Phyllis used the opportunity to run the dildo up and down over Jennifer’s pussy lips, the brunette fought wildly and suddenly her legs snapped shut again, Kong getting pissed, and deciding to change tactics. The Black Monster wasted little time and reared back and then slammed Jennifer’s temple with a nasty right cross closed fisted punch. Jennifer’s face whipped to the side, spittle flying from her mouth. Kong stepped to the side and spun Jennifer’s head slightly and then slammed another punch blasting home catching her in the same location.
Jennifer’s head whipped to the side and then hung limp as her eyes glazed over. The brunette seemed to loose all will to fight, and Phyllis smiled from ear to ear holding the big dildo just above her crotch. Phyllis worked the massive tip against Jennifer’s pussy lips, the brunette muttering a sexy groan as the hard plastic went up and down riding over her sensitive slit. The big dildo went back and forth for a few seconds, and then the Housewife began putting some pressure driving the tip upward. Jennifer groaned as the tip of the dildo slowly slid inside her dry pussy, the tip stubbornly making progress penetrating her tight hole, as Phyllis rubbing the hard plastic faster and faster. The brunette quivered slightly as her crotch slowly grew wet with pleasure, the big thick dildo sliding slightly upward, the tip sliding ever so further inside of her. Phyllis was clearly enjoying her fun with the brunette and the Housewife patiently worked the tip slightly deeper and deeper, the massive shaft far to big to fit inside of the brunette. Arlene watched with curiosity, wondering how the other Housewife planned on getting the thick girth inside of the brunette. Jennifer’s groans filled the air, as the Housewife was pushing the massive shaft upward, the studded shaft tearing apart Jennifer’s lips. Phyllis seemed to hit a sticking point as the massively thick dildo didn’t want to go any further, only an inch or so was inside of Jennifer’s crotch. Another sexy moan filled the air, Jennifer felt the pleasure building as the tip went around and around inside of her. The brunette felt the pressure start to build and her eyes suddenly snapped open as Phyllis was loosing her patience and attempted to shove the massive thing inside of her.
“Ohhhhhhh GOOOODDDD!” Jennifer screamed as Phyllis began trying to ram the thick dildo inside the brunette’s pussy. Jennifer thrashed as the dildo violently began invading her tight crotch, the brunette squirming as her pussy felt like it was being torn apart as the sick Housewife began making some progress jamming the thick shaft inside her. Slowly, painfully, higher and higher the dildo was suddenly driven, the massive girth more than Jennifer could handle and the brunette screamed as it felt like her pussy was being ripped open. The massive shaft was almost halfway inserted into her seeping wet crotch, the Housewife wildly pumping the dildo up and down. Jennifer’s hips were sexily bucking in response to the sensation tearing apart her aching pussy, the Housewife pumped the dildo up and down like a pro. Jennifer’s crotch burned with pain and a sick building pleasure, and she was completely at Phyllis’s mercy. Like she was milking a cow, Phyllis’s arm pumped the massive stalk up and down inside the brunette and Jennifer tired her best to fight the growing sensation of pleasure. Soon Jennifer’s moans of ecstasy fill the air as the dildo is jammed deeper and deeper into her pussy.
When the door burst open to whatever room Jennifer was in, she thought she was dreaming as a security guard stormed stepped in mouth hanging open in shock. The man screamed and the three girls surrounding Jennifer backed away form the trapped Goddess. Kong was initially surprised, but then quickly played it off saying she just walked in and found Jennifer here, bound like she was, and was about to go for help. The man ushered her out of the room and then went back to the aching brunette who was sobbing like a baby, her arms bound outward, the thick dildo stuck in her aching pussy.
BACK IN THE RING
Michelle finally changes tactics, bends forward, and latches onto Natacha’s ankles and pulls upward while repositioning herself over the Heart Breaker’s upper back slapping on a Boston Crab in the center of the ring. Natacha cries out in sudden pain as Michelle tightens her grip on her legs and begins to rip backward pulling the Swede’s incredible thighs right off the canvas. Natacha shakes her head side to side, whipping her long blonde hair about and begins to pound on the mat in pain, as she has no clue how to get out of the horrific hold. Pressure begins building in Natacha’s already sore back, the blonde pounding on the mat in hopes of ending the hellish hold, while her eyes begin getting tears in them as she seems helpless to break the hold. Time drags on and tears begin leaking from the blonde’s eyes, as she can’t even fathom how to get free of the crippling pain pulsing through her entire back. Michelle is smiling as she keeps rearing upward bending the blonde’s lower body like a pretzel, her entire lower half up to her stomach was pulled in the air. Natacha was shrieking in pain, but Michelle just kept the pressure up with no intention of letting the blonde free just yet. Natacha’s back was blazing in pain and the Heart Breaker was forced to endure the hold helplessly, shrieking and crying in agony for over two minutes until the Swede somehow kicks her ankle free and breaks the grueling hold.
Jarring kicks fly through the air, as Michelle’s heeled foot blasts into the blonde’s abused backside, the Swede screaming in pain and seemingly helpless to defend herself. Natacha was put through the ringer and the blonde had no fight left as each kick sapped the life from her. After a few more stomps, Michelle latches onto the Heart Breaker’s ankles and then stands over the aching Goddess slapping on a perfect Boston Crab for the second time in minutes! Natacha’s back was already aching, and the hellacious move sent waves of pain shooting as she wildly pounded the canvas in agony screaming for help, screaming her submission to no avail. Her head whipped side to side as she was smack dab in the center of the ring, Michelle evilly pulling higher and higher on the Swede’s legs bending her unnaturally off the mat. Again and again Michelle pulled upward on the Heart Breaker’s legs hell-bent on bending the blonde in half. Tears streamed from Natacha’s eyes as she begged for help, screamed her submission and pleaded for release, but Michelle wasn’t paying any attention. Smiling evilly, Michelle only pulled upward again eliciting another wail of agony.
The hold entered its second minute and the Heart Breaker was still no closer to freedom than when the Boston Crab was applied. Finally Michelle grew tired of the hold, or maybe hearing Natacha’s screams of agony and she broke the hold, but held onto the blonde’s ankles and dragged her towards a corner of the ring. Slowly, Michelle climbed up onto the second ring rope, leapt through the air and landed knee first right into the small of Natacha’s aching lower spine. The blonde’s body convulsed on the canvas wildly as it felt like her back was broken, her hands doing little to stop the searing pain pulsing in her spine. Michelle continued the attack, bent over and entangled both hands in the Heart Breaker’s long locks. Natacha’s eyes winced in pain as she was roughly hauled to her feet yet again and this time Michelle tossed her like a sack of potatoes slamming the Swede backward into the turnbuckle.
Natacha's damaged spine slammed home and the wind was knocked out of her in one quick move, both the blonde’s limp arms dangling over the top rope leaving her exquisite body wide open. Michelle wasted no time following up as she lowered a shoulder, charged forward and slammed it flush into Natacha’s tight stomach, the Heart Breaker blasted backward into the turnbuckle, clearly dazed from the sudden onslaught. Michelle dropped back a step and slashed her forearm flying through the air smacking directly across the stunned beauties upper breasts. Natacha’s head rolled back, her mammaries rocking around wildly, the crowd yelling “WWWWOOOO” ala Ric Flair. Michelle reared back and another slash flew down again smacking into the blonde’s upper breast flesh. Michelle’s hands flew down again and again smacking Natacha’s suddenly stinging orbs, the crowd's count reaching eight as they chanted in unison for each echoing smack. Natacha's sexy white lacy bra shook uncontrollably as her breasts rocked and jiggled wildly under the stinging slaps, the exposed flesh turning bright red. The Heart Breaker’s body finally slid out of the corner and again the blonde was on the canvas, now holding her burning breast flesh. Michelle reached down latched onto the blonde’s ankles and dragged Natacha to the center of the ring; the blonde sprawled out flat on her back.
The attack went on as the challenger stepped hurriedly over Natacha's head, which was still on the canvas, and Michelle planted her feet on the blonde’s long hair. With her feet tightly pinning the blonde in place the black woman reached down and latched onto the Swede’s wrists. The Heart Breaker shrieked out in pain as Michelle reared backward and yanked the Heart Breaker's body of the canvas, her upper half flying upward but her head was pinned in place. Her scalp flared in pain as the evil bitch pulled harshly upward on her wrists, the blonde’s eyes squealed shut as Michelle ripped her up off the canvas again. Both hands in her head, the blonde was stunned when Michelle’s foot flew in the air and slammed down square into her wide-open stomach causing her to gasp in pain. Michelle again positioned her feet on Natacha’s long hair stapling it against the canvas for another round of abuse. Michelle bent forward, grabbed onto the blonde’s wrists once more and began violently pulling Natacha upward off the mat, ripping her up and dropping her down. Michelle let Natacha's body drop back down to the mat, but the challenger responded by smiling at him and then jerking harshly upward a final hellacious time.
Again the blonde’s hands came up to her scalp, leaving her midsection wide upon once more. Michelle was quick to act and another jarring foot slammed into the blonde’s lower belly catching her just above her white thong. Even though her stomach was a washboard, it did little to soften the blow and the wind was again knocked out of her trim body, the Swede rolling onto her side wheezing for breath. Like a machine, Michelle bent forward, latched onto Natacha’s long blonde hair, in what was now seemingly a routing, and ripped the dazed beauty to a standing position. Natacha’s was clearly disorientated and Michelle’s arms shot forward one sliding between Natacha’s incredible thighs and the other over her shoulder. Showing her surprising strength, she quickly scooped the blonde up and held her in the air completely parallel with the ground. Seconds later, Michelle harshly dropped down and Natacha’s prone body smashed down squarely onto the blonde’s outstretched knee. A pained gasp escaped Natacha’s mouth as her lower spine was crushed against Michelle’s unyielding kneecap. Michelle didn’t let the Heart Breaker crumple to the mat, instead she hoisted the aching blonde upward, Natacha’s hands coming behind her to hold onto her aching spine. Michelle again pulled the Swede upward, quickly repositioning her prone frame, and then brought her crashing back down right onto her outstretched kneecap a second time. Natacha’s head snapped back as her spine was crushed against Michelle’s knee, her back feeling like it was hit with a sack of bricks.
Natacha was way passed fighting back now as the fight left her body long ago, the blonde offering scant resistance as the challenger slid her hand under the blonde’s chin and slowly began pushing backward. The Heart Breaker’s voluptuous body was bent awkwardly over the challenger’s knee, her long hair sprayed out along the canvas, midsection on display. Michelle’s right hand kept pushing downward on the blonde’s neck when suddenly her left hand rose in the air and slammed down flush into the Heart Breaker’s stomach. Natacha’s head wanted to shoot upward in response, but was still held fast as Michelle’s iron grip kept pushing it towards the canvas. Again Michelle’s left hand came up and flew down through the air, the Swede wailing in absolute agony as this time the punch slammed flush into her right breast crushing it against her chest bone. Natacha bucked wildly as pain exploded in her mammary, but she was held tightly against Michelle’s knee, her hand flying up to shield her breasts. Michelle's arm flew up and another left came slamming down this one barreling into Natacha’s wide-open belly button. Two more brutal punches slammed down, one to the stomach and the second catching her in the ribs, and then the challenger slid the Heart Breaker off of her knee sending the blonde lifelessly down to the canvas.
Michelle never let her opponent rest, pulling Natacha up by her limp forearm. Michelle slid the blonde’s upper torso forward, bending the Heart Breaker over at waist level, thong covered ass glistening in the arena lights. Michelle’s arms slide around Natacha’s tiny midsection and once she secured her grip she quickly hoisted the blonde’s limp body up in the air and flipped the Heart Breaker upon her shoulder. Natacha's aching back was jarred again as it met Michelle’s shoulder blade, whose left arm repositioned itself between Natacha’s thighs. Michelle's muscles strained as the Swede's body was suspended in the air, the challenger's right arm snaking around Natacha's neck until she had her trapped in a modified torture rack. Michelle’s right hand held the blonde’s neck downward, while her left arm pulled on the Swede’s thigh trying to bend her backward in a U shape. Natacha’s tiny frame thrashed as her back was being stretched to the limits, the crowd going crazy as the trapped Swede frantically screams out her surrender. The ref can only look on, watching the challenger pulling and tugging her blonde captive downward, the entire time Michelle's shoulder kept intense pressure on her aching spine. The Heart Breaker’s head whipped side-to-side, long hair flying wildly about and her arms worked to and fro as it felt like she was going to be broken in half. The bucking and thrashing finally paid off as Michelle began loosing her grip on the Natacha's sweaty skin. Just as she felt the blonde start to slip off her perch, Michelle quickly dropped down to her knees, however she still held the blonde tightly in place and the damage done from the hellacious move was instantly evident.
The result drew screams and yells from the crowd as Natacha’s spine crunched down awkwardly against Michelle’s upper back, the challenger letting the blonde fall to the canvas. Natacha lay on the mat sprawled on her chest, not moving at all, and the Heart Breaker may have fallen unconscious for all Michelle knew. The referee bent down to check on Natacha and Michelle ran over to a corner of the ring, the challenger wildly ripping at the top turnbuckle padding. In seconds Michelle ripped the padding off of the buckle, leaving the metal exposed and ready to be used as a weapon. The referee began his count but Michelle wasn’t done yet wanting to take advantage of the exposed metal buckle in the ring corner. Bending down she grabbed Natacha’s wrist and pulled the blonde to her feet, the Heart Breaker finally coming to as she felt herself being dragged up. The blonde was praying that the match was over, but suddenly Natacha went around and around the challenger sending the Swede flying spine first into the exposed turnbuckle. Natacha’s back slammed into the metal and the blonde wailed as her already aching spine burst into pain. Michelle charged forward like a bull, the Heart Breaker never got her arms up in time to defend herself and the Swede was suddenly flattened into the metal buckle as Michelle’s frame flew through the air and launching her flying backward.
Natacha wailed in pain, her back jarring into the metal and the blonde crumpled to the canvas with tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, black makeup trails running from her eyes. The Heart Breaker began begging as the blonde whimpered and pleaded when she looked on with dread as Michelle was walking towards her yet again. Michelle cared less about the blonde’s whining, and instead bent forward and yet again pulled Natacha up by her hair, which had now become disheveled and disorderly. Once she was standing Michelle slid her arms around Natacha's tight stomach, locking her arms at the base of her aching spine. Natacha could only gasp as Michelle suddenly began crushing the life from her as she hoisted the Heart Breaker right off her feet and held in place in the center of the ring in a bear hug. Natacha felt the little strength she had left slowly seeping from her body, Michelle crushing the blonde’s stomach and back, her arms straining to hold the blonde suspended in the air. The Heart Breaker desperately tried to fight, buck her body free, but the more she fought, the weaker she grew. A full minute passed and Natacha’s body almost stopped twisting and turning, her feet still totally of the ground, her midsection tightly squeezed in the bearhug. The blonde was getting light headed, and Michelle’s arms were getting weaker by the second, the challenger slowly walking over towards the exposed metal turnbuckle. Michelle put all of her remaining strength into hoisting Natacha’s limp frame upward and then drove the Heart Breaker’s china doll face first into the exposed metal buckle.
The blonde’s forehead clanked of the metal and it felt like someone knocked her in the head with a baseball bat. The Heart Breaker crumpled to the canvas in a heap and was frantically pawing at her forehead, rubbing her aching tender flesh, a dull buzzing filling her head. Michelle wasted little time, bent down over her opponent and slid her left arm under Natacha's shoulders, and her other arm slid under the blonde' limp legs. Michelle hoisted backward, straining with the dead weight, but in seconds she had Natacha's body slowly lifting upward in the air. The Heart Breaker was still holding her bright red forehead when suddenly her body was speeding back downward through the air coming to a jarring halt right onto Michelle’s outstretched knee. The Swede’s body convulsed as her tiny frame slid of Michelle’s knee and she crumpled onto the mat, her entire body filled with pain beyond belief. The broken beauty lay flat on her chest, her hands not evening knowing what part of her aching body to hold, while the Michelle sprung back to her feet. Michelle charged across the ring, hit the ropes, rebound and ran back towards the blonde, leapt in the air and dropped her elbow square into Natacha’s already damaged lower back. The Heart Breaker’s spine flared in pain, her body thrashing wildly as her hands held her throbbing back. Michelle again spun up of the canvas, latched onto the blonde’s forearm and ripped Natacha up to her feet, the blonde wanting to fall back to the mat having no strength left to stand.
Tightening her grip on the aching gals wrist, Michelle spun around and flung Natacha back first into the exposed metal turnbuckle, her spine blasting into the unmoving steel. Natacha’s head shot backward as pain exploded in her throbbing back, the blonde stumbling out of the corner and about to go back down to the canvas. Michelle stepped forward and never let Natacha fall to the ground, the challenger driving her knee upward flush into the blonde’s lower belly. Natacha groaned and bucked forward hunched over in pain, Michelle grabbing onto her arm and pushing her backward into the corner. Michelle stepped backward, pulled her right leg back and let fly a huge kick that barreled into the blonde’s ribs, leaving the Heart Breaker lifelessly gasping for air. Michelle grabbed both of Natacha’s hands which where holding her aching belly and violently pulled them up and draped them over the top rope, leaving the blonde dangling in the corner. Natacha watched lifelessly, not even having the strength remaining to defend herself as Michelle stepped back a few feet. Natacha looked on knowing full well that she needed to get out of the corner, but her body wouldn't work and she was helpless as Michelle lowered her shoulder and charged forward barreling into her tight stomach, slamming the blonde’s spine into the steel buckle. The wind shot out of Natacha as her body bucked forward in response to the viscous spear, her back blazing with pain. Arms still dangling over the ropes, Michelle stepped forward and continued her attack on the blonde’s exposed midsection. A flurry of punches flew through the air, slamming into Natacha’s ribs, stomach, and lower belly, the blonde taking almost five straight shots before her arms came over the top rope and weekly came up to block the next wild swing. Michelle patiently waited for the blonde’s arms to come down slightly and she latched onto the Heart Breaker’s wrist and roughly pulled the aching beauty from the corner.
Michelle began pushing the limp blonde through the ropes and had little trouble shoving her through the top and middle rope sending the Heart Breaker tumbling through the ropes, onto the ring apron and then to the concrete floor surrounding the ring. Michelle slid through the ropes, grabbed the dazed blonde by the hair and plucked her right of the floor. Natacha looked drunk as her eyes starred vacantly ahead when Michelle forced the Swede’s head between her sexy thighs. Michelle smiled and wrapped her arms around Natacha’s tiny little waist, squeezed her once and then rolled her up her own body and into power-bomb position. The crowd was going ballistic as Natacha’s head lolled side to side as Michelle stepped over towards a vacant wooden table on the side of the ring. Michelle leapt into the air and drove the Heart Breaker downward shooting through the air and smashing into the wooden table. The fans were deafening as the table exploded instantly sending shattered bits of wood in every direction, the tiny blonde’s frame lying on the concrete arena floor buried within the remains of the wood table covering her. Michelle yelled for the referee to begin his count, which at this time was just a formality, as the Heart Breaker didn’t stir. The count reached ten, when in reality it could have gone on to a hundred and just like that Michelle was the new champion as the ring bell rung signaling the end of the match.
Michelle smiled and grabbed the microphone from the ring announcer who was about to announce her as the champ, “I got a special treat for all of y’all…this bitch is gonna’ be my new dog…I have a special electric shock collar just for her!” Michelle drops the mic and walks over to the ring, slides under the ring apron and pulls out a silver dog collar tied to a leash ending in a device that had a button attached to it. Michelle wastes little time, dog collar in hand, bent down and began moving the debris off Natacha's motionless body. Michelle lifted the lifeless Heart Breaker's head up slightly, slid the collar around Natacha's neck, pulled it through the buckle and quickly fastened it tightly in place. Natacha's was completely oblivious to what's happening to her, the collar was now tightly around her neck, the crowd going ape shit. Michelle makes sure the leash is secure to the base of the collar, not wanting to allow the blonde any opportunity to escape, relishing the forthcoming humiliation she has in store for the Heart Breaker. Michelle slowly walks over to her husband, Peter, who is sitting in the front row, and gives him a big kiss celebrating her championship victory. Michelle hands a video camera to him, the man overly excited at seeing what his wife has in store for the Heart Breaker, a huge bulge already bursting in his pants.
Natacha seems to be coming around slowly, the crowd going absolutely crazy in anticipation of watching the challenger dish out some humiliation to the sexy blonde. Michelle stalked back over to Natacha, grabbed the leash and pushed the button at the end sending electricity shooting down through the cord. Electricity rushes through the collar around her neck, sending waves rippling throughout her body causing the blonde's eyes to flutter open wondering where she was. A shriek fills the air, and the Heart Breaker's hands fly up to the collar ripping at it wildly, as Michelle pushed the button sending another jolt coursing through the collar. Michelle smiles at her husband, “Happy Birthday Sweetie, you are going to enjoy watching this show…I promise!” Peter has the video camera recording the action only a few feet away from him, he zooms in and out, catching Natacha’s sweaty glistening body thrashing in agony. The Heart Breaker is on all fours begging to be released, but Michelle laughs wildly and pushes the button a third time. The poor blonde's lips quiver as electricity is sent coursing through her body, the new champ loving every second of the humiliation. "Come on ugly little bitch, it’s my husband’s Birth Day…and this time you are going to give him a show that no one will ever forget!"
At first the comment didn't register on the blonde who knelt starring at the arena floor, the crowd was in frenzy as no one foresaw this. Peter, rock hard and horny as hell wanted to whip it out right there and then watching the blonde Goddess on all fours like a dog, but couldn’t put his camera down. This was something he was going to watch again and again, and he made sure to keep the camera steady on the blonde. Michelle playfully waved to him, and smiled blowing her man a kiss, and then turned her attention back to her new pet. Michelle laughed, “Let’s go bitch, up on your hind legs!” and pulled on the leash, the metal collar bit tightly into her neck and Natacha was slowly pulled forward. "Let's go bitch, up on your knees slut!" Michelle yelled and pushed the button sending another round of electricity through the blonde’s body. Natacha's body was shaken by the jolt before she reluctantly rose up to her knees and looked sexy as hell as her hands pawed at the collar around her neck. The last thing Michelle wanted was for her new bitch to free herself from the collar and cruelly sent another blast of electricity into the blonde. Natacha twitched and thrashed on her knees, her hands freezing in place as the electricity shocked her entire body. "I said on your knees but I didn’t say anything about adjusting your collar bitch!" Michelle hissed and again pulled the leash.
The defiant blonde shook her head and was almost tugged over as the leash yanked tightly as Michelle walked away, "Fuck you!" she hissed. Those in the crowd that were close enough to her the brazen blonde’s back talk were shocked
