Here is the link to the first story with Bree in case anyone missed it.
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,48594.0.html I found myself back at the Flamingo Club mouth hanging open watching the matches. The action was incredible, each match featuring an attractive girl battling against a seasoned veteran of the club – and so far the hotties were getting slaughtered. I was nervously awaiting the next match as Bree was going one on one in her second match of her ten scheduled and her opponent was already in the ring waiting to tear into my girlfriend – and from the looks of the muscular black woman Bree was going to be in for a rough night. Decked in a leather cat woman out fit, the woman’s upper body was left mostly exposed as the leather wrapped a few times around her breasts and tight stomach. She stood 5’10” and had a mask covering her upper face, but from what I saw she looked to be remotely attractive, the outfit showing off her impressive display of cleavage.
Bree was called out from the back, and the crowd went ballistic ready to see her in action again. Camera flashes and screams filled the air as Bree made her way to the top of the ramp, the blonde babe decked out in her German Beer Girl costume. Standing 5’8” with a body to die for, and a costume that seemed tailored to her curvy 36D-23-36 Centerfold figure, my girl nervously began walking down the ramp ready for her second match of the ten she signed up for. Her bleached blonde hair was held high up on both sides of her head, wrapped in pink bowed ponytails, parted down the middle, perfectly framing the face of an angel. Her long legs seemed to go on forever, covered in white thigh high stockings coming halfway up her meaty thighs in a bright pink bow, and then ending in black ankle wrapped 3 inch heeled black shoes. The top of her costume was filled with her generous breasts and the material strained to hold the bouncing boobs as she evaded the groping hands on the sides of the ramp. Her strikingly beautiful face was heavily painted with makeup; black eyeliner, dark eye shadow, and bright glossy pink lipstick coated her puffy lips, while a light pink powder covered her cheeks. Paying no attention to the roaring crowd, only to the groping hands that tried grabbing a cheap feel, the blonde slowly climbed up the metal steps leading into the ring.
When she entered the ring, Bree starred across at her opponent Tasha, decked out in all black leather, and my girlfriend slowly walked toward a neutral corner. Like a shark smelling blood in the water, Tasha sniffed out Bree’s fear and called the blonde out, “What the Fuck you lookin at you bleached blonde Barbie wanna be? I’m gonna fuckin rip those ponytails right off your head and pop those fake basketballs you call tits!” Bree backed up in the corner of the ring and stood speechless, her stomach churned and her mouth dropped wide open as if deciding if she should yell back at the black woman or just stay quiet. The crowd on the other hand had heard Tasha and began to get rowdy - they clearly wanted to see my girlfriend get the shit kicked out of her again. In her debut match at the Flamingo Club, Bree was stripped from her Beer Girl costume, her bra was taken as a trophy, and her ass got kicked - badly. She was left in a sling shot thong, and stockings, with her right breast gouged, swollen and to sore for me to touch for almost a week.
Inside the ring, my gal looked lost, starring nervously at her much more skilled opponent, the blonde about to embark upon only the second fight of any kind in her life, while Tasha was a seasoned veteran at the Flamingo Club. Tasha turned and raised her arms, “I’m gonna fuck this cxnt up! Someone call 911 now…this slut is going to the hospital tonight!” The crowd at the Flamingo was going crazy having seen Tasha kick some serious ass in her past matches – and if Bree had a repeat performance like her first week this was going to be a long evening for my girl. “What that little brunette did to you last week was child’s play…I’ma show you what a real woman can do to a wanna be like you bitch…you should have stuck to making porn and not come inside the ring…you won’t leave here walking!” Tasha screamed now standing in the center of the ring, the referee ushering her back to her corner. I watched Bree and could tell she was in over her head, the blonde never left her corner and just stood hanging onto the ropes.
The match was going to be a no interference, no weapon pin fall only match – submissions meant nothing and that put my gal at a huge disadvantage having no way out of the fight if she was getting her ass kicked…and I am no Nostradamus but if I was going to predict the future my gal would be screaming before to long. The bell rang and the crowd was screaming, yet Bree still didn’t make a move, scarred shitless and awestruck my girl stood like a deer caught in headlights. Tasha smiled at the bleached blonde hottie, but then sprang out of her corner and charged like a bull stomping through a China shop. The black woman springs across the ring, leaping in the air with reckless abandon, and her flying frame crashes into my girlfriend blasting her slamming backward into the turnbuckle. The ring ropes jostle wildly and both girls go sprawling down to the canvas, the smaller blonde being crushed to the mat by the sudden move. Tasha quickly gets up to her feet, while Bree rolls over and begins to push herself up struggling to draw breath, my girlfriend still shaken by the surprise attack. “Let the slaughter begin!” The black woman screams, and Bree was still on the mat.
Tasha steps forward, jumps in the air, leading her decent with her elbow outstretched, flies down to the mat driving her bone blasting into Bree's lower back. Arms giving out, the sexy blonde groans as she is driven down chest first onto the canvas, her lower spine throbbing. Tasha pushed off the mat, rose to her feet and helped herself to two handfuls of bleached blonde hair. Tightening her grip on each ponytail, the black woman rears upward, and Bree screams out in pain, being ripped off the mat, “My hiaiiirrrr!” Other than looking sexy as hell, Bree’s ponytails were putting her at a huge disadvantage in the ring - the first week Danielle was able to use them like they were handles, and Tasha seemed to being following suit only seconds into the match.
Tasha pays no mind to the shrieking beauty and begins pulling the blonde around the ring. “Come on cxnt….you better keep up with me before I rip your hair right out!” Tasha hissed. Bree has an awkward walk in her heels, the black woman shaking her around, and side-to-side the blonde was dragged around the ring. Bree’s face was a mask of pain, left and right, up and down her ponytails were violently pulled. “Lettttt gooo!” Bree screamed pawing at the black woman’s hands to little avail, the crowd already screaming encouragement to the black woman. Tasha tightens her grip, rears back and begins dragging the stumbling gal to a corner where Bree now finds her head being driven into the turnbuckle. My girl’s gorgeous face slams down into the padding, the beauty groaning as her nose is driven flat against the rough material. Bree’s face winces as her hair is ripped backward and before she can defend herself her face flies forward again blasting into the padding. “You ugly fuckin bitch…I’ma fuck your face up!” Tasha scrams, ripping back on the stunned blonde’s hair and Bree tries grabbing for the top ropes, her fingers just missing and her face is mashed downward again.
Finally Bree’s hands tightly wrap around the ring ropes, and Tasha lets go of the blonde’s ponytails but never slows the attack. Still standing behind the clueless beauty, the black woman’s fist was already balled up tightly, her arm flying back and then blasting into the blonde’s kidney. “Unngh!” Bree groans, and suddenly closed fisted punches begin slamming into her exposed midsection, blasting into her ribs and kidneys. Bree’s sexy body jostles side to side from the sudden attack, her hands shooting down to her side in response to the stinging punches, somehow trying to shield her aching midsection. Tasha again changes tactics latching onto my girl’s ponytails, but this time instead of driving her face forward, the black woman violently pulls backward. “EIIHHHH!!!” Bree shrieks as she is ripped back from the corner, getting momentum the black woman strides forward and slams my girl’s face painfully hammering into the turnbuckle. Tasha keeps the hair hold in place and Bree’s face is now plastered tightly against the rough padding, the black woman began dragging side-to-side pressing forward grinding her skin against the turnbuckle. “I’m gonna scrape this clown make up right off your face!...Show all these fans just how ugly you are cxnt!” Tasha yelled.
The blonde’s face goes back and forth, but Bree goes finally goes on the attack, flinging her arm flying backward, her elbow blasting into Tasha’s stomach. Tasha groans, but takes the blow in stride and rips back on the blonde’s hair. “That’s all you got cxnt?” Tasha taunted my girlfriend. Bree’s face winces in pain, her upper body arches backward and Tasha then drives forward slamming the stunned blonde’s face into the turnbuckle. I could tell Bree was going to be in for a brutal fight as her elbow seemed to have no effect in slowing the tough black woman down. Again and again the blonde’s face is slammed into the padding, her nose blasting painfully into the turnbuckle, and Bree can feel her legs giving out. The crowd is now on its feet, screaming and chanting along each time my gal’s face slams down and after eight straight shots Bree is finally able to hold the top rope for support stopping Tasha’s viscous attack.
Bree’s arms were clamped on to the top ropes, again leaving her tight midsection wide open, and the seasoned veteran took advantage of the blonde’s mistake. Tasha sent a hard right cross flying, knuckles cracking into the blonde’s ribs. “Ummpppffff!” Bree groaned and the stinging shot sent the aching blonde straight down to her knees gasping for air and fighting through the aches filling her face and midsection. Bree’s lovely face contorted in pain as Tasha again has a hand wrapped around the blonde’s ponytails, the black woman planting her feet and then began yanking upward. “You’re fatter than you look slut!” Tasha hissed, her arms straining from the effort of dragging the blonde up. Bree was hair hulled up to her feet, and then flipped through the air in a painful snap-mare, sending her sprawling to the canvas. The stunned blonde lay on the canvas trying to get her barring but Tasha bent down and again helped herself to two handfuls of bleached blonde hair. “Let gooooo!” Bree squealed in pain as she was hauled painfully up to her feet and ripped backward and sent right back down to the canvas by the hair.
Bree’s hands went to her burning scalp and the blonde lay gasping on the mat massaging her head, again a rookie mistake as her midsection was left wide open. Tasha stepped forward and goes on the attack, stomping down and driving her heel square into the blonde’s wide-open midsection, hammering her belly with booted stomps. Bree’s body bucked as the heel tore into her flesh driving the wind from her, again and again the black woman’s foot rose up and slammed down driving her heel all over Bree’s torso. Bree rolled side to side, some of Tasha’s stomps were missing, but most were hitting their mark, the spiky heel brutally hammering home again and again. “Stop…stop!” Bree yelled, her hands wildly waved in the air and again the black gal changed tactics, quickly springing in the air and slamming her ass down into Bree’s belly driving the wind from the gasping beauty.
The blonde’s stocking covered legs flew upward from the jarring impact and then fell limply to the canvas, Tasha’s body crushing Bree painfully against the mat. Tasha springs up and quickly flips Bree over onto her belly, grabs the back of the blonde’s ankles, and I winced knowing what was forthcoming. Tightening her grip, the black woman lowers her body downward and positioned Bree’s legs under her arms and then Tasha then lifted upward. Oh shit – this was bad! Less then a minute into the match Bree finds herself smack dab in the center of the ring and placed in a perfectly executed Boston crab. Bree began screaming as the horror of being unable to move set in, “Oh please!!! No!” The sexy blonde begged in fear as Tasha continued pulling upward on Bree’s legs, really working over Bree’s aching lower back. Tasha laughed, “Yeah that it’s baby…beg me…beg like the whore you are! I wanna here you beg!” The blonde’s costume began sliding upward over her hips as her lower body was pulled of the canvas, giving the crowd a glimpse of her underwear – tonight the fans were going to be treated to seeing her sexy red thong.
“Pleassee…stooppp!” Bree screams, pounding her fists on the mat. “Yeahhh baby….beg me….beg bitch!” Tasha hissed. I had no idea what Bree was going to do to escape the hold, my girl was helplessly screaming and stuck in the center of the ring. “Ittt hurtttts!” Bree yelled out, the blonde’s fists beating down upon the mat, having no way to crawl over to the ropes as Tasha had the hold locked on perfectly. The bottom half of her costume was now over her lower back, her meaty ass cheeks shinning in the arena lights, the red thong hardly covering any of her flesh. Again the black woman ripped upward, Bree’s legs straining, her face bright red as Tasha begins bending the blonde’s incredible body awkwardly in a U shape. “Noooooo!” Ponytails whipped side to side, the blonde’s back is blazing with pain as her legs were pulled higher and higher off the canvas. The pain is excruciating and the sexy blonde desperately paws at the canvas somehow trying to reach the ring ropes. Tasha rocks back even further, applying more pressure to my gal’s aching back. “Ohhhhh Goodddd!” Bree shrieks, her arms giving out, the blonde making no progress in reaching the ropes, having no way to escape this hold. I was on the edge of my seat, almost a minute and a half passed and Bree was shrieking, “I give…I give up!” My gal was screaming out her submission, which in this match means nothing, and I had no idea how much more she could endure. Bree wildly punches down, beating the mat with her fists, trying to bust out of the hold.
Finally, Tasha releases the hold, and the blonde is left lying on the mat moaning in pain, both hands slowly coming up and holding her aching spine. Bree gets no break, Tasha bends forward at the waist, “Get up bitch!” she screams while grabbing a hold of Bree's right ponytail forcing the blonde up to her feet. Bree lashes out with a weak smack that had nothing behind it and Tasha has no problem grabbing the blonde’s arm mid swing. The black woman begins laughing and latches onto the blonde’s forearm, “You have to do a lot better than that sugar!” Tasha tightens her grip on Bree’s forearm and violently whips her around, the blonde stumbling along until the black woman releases her wrist and sends her flying into the ropes. Bree hits the ropes hard and comes rebounding back right into Tasha’s arms. Tasha catches the blonde mid stride, hoists upward lifting Bree in the air, spins around and drives the aching beauty down to the canvas in a ring shaking slam. What a move!
Bree’s body lies spread eagle, the beauty groaning on the mat, and finds herself being dragged back up by her forearm. “EEEIIHHHH!!!” the blonde’s shriek filled the air as Tasha once more has a grip on each ponytail and yanks forward. Back and forth Bree was shook around the center of the ring by the hair, the black woman planting her feet and then ripped forward, the stumbling blonde was flipped through the air and slammed right back down to the canvas. Bree rolls over on the canvas and begins crawling back up to her feet, but Tasha is right their waiting and the black woman slides Bree’s head under her forearm slapping on a side headlock. Bree gasps as Tasha’s forearm clamps around her neck like a vice, the black woman begins squeezing her throat constricting like an anaconda preventing the blonde from taking in any air. The trapped blonde’s eyes go wide, struggling to draw a breath, her face bright red. Hunched over at the waist, Bree’s eyes bulged wide, the realization setting in that she somehow needed to break free and fast! Bree’s arms come up and the blonde’s fists wildly begin swinging around.
Some of her punches were hitting Tasha’s lower back, but most were missing, and Bree felt her legs begin to give out fighting for air that wasn’t coming. Bree struggled to stay conscious and somehow break free from the hold, her right fist thumping into Tasha’s spine. Tasha takes a few more punches and then finally breaks the chokehold, grabbing onto Bree’s right wrist. Rearing back, the black woman spins around and then throws Bree into the ropes. Bree came shooting off the ropes and Tasha leapt sideways into the air, the black woman timed a perfect dropkick, her booted feet slamming into Bree’s chest. Bree groans as she flies back down to the mat, the wind knocked out of her in one quick move. Tasha bends forward and rips the blonde up her limp wrist, the blonde clearly disoriented and stumbles along with the black woman. Tasha tightens her grip and once again sends the blonde’s frame shooting into the ropes. Tasha charges forward and this time the rebounding blonde is met with a flying forearm across the throat, the force of the blow knocking her back to the canvas, spread eagle and lying lifeless on the mat.
Tasha pulls the aching blonde up to her feet, dragging her up by the forearm and slides her arm between the blonde’s long stocking covered legs. The black gal rears back and effortlessly scoops Bree upward, Bree’s feet leaving the canvas and now her frame resting on Tasha's shoulders, the blonde facing the canvas. Tasha drives forward and slams the blonde down to the mat in a fireman's carry, Bree’s body bouncing painfully off the canvas. “Unnnnhh!” A sexy groan fills the air as the blonde’s body arches up in pain, the lower half of her costume coming up over her stomach exposing the sling shot red thong. Tasha watches Bree suffer for a few seconds playing it up for the screaming crowd, before she bends forward and pulls the blonde up by the forearm. Around and around the dazed blonde goes spinning in a circle before the black woman release her grip sending Bree speeding into the ring ropes. Bouncing off of the ropes the sexy blonde barrels back towards Tasha, who hunches over at the waist and sends Bree flying over herself. Tasha timed it perfectly and flips the rebounding blonde through the air and right back down to the canvas, Bree landing on her ass and then crumpling back down to the mat.
Not one for showing mercy to her opponents, Tasha’s razor sharp nails clamp down onto the flimsy straps of Bree’s sexy costume. Tasha purred, “Let’s she what’s hidden under here…shall weeeee!” The crowd was going wild, knowing full well they were gong to see my girlfriend stripped for the second time in as many matches. One tug was all it took as the black woman’s talons had no problem shredding the costume top, the straps snapping and dangling uselessly over the blonde’s shoulders. “Nooo!” Bree screamed and began fighting back, but the black woman’s fist came cracking down into her jaw. Bree’s body slumped to the mat, and Tasha dashed toward the ropes. The black gal hit the ring ropes and gaining speed, Tasha leaped in the air, her right leg crashing down and dropping her muscular thigh slamming across Bree's face. Bree rolled on the mat in surprised pain, her nose taking the blunt of Tasha’s thigh and then being crushed against the canvas. The black woman latched onto Bree’s costume and began yanking downward, tugging the material over her curvy body.
Catcalls, whistles and chants filled the air as Bree’s Centerfold frame was on display again – what a body my girl had! Bree’s bra color matched that of her thong, a sexy lacey red contrasting nicely with her tanned skin and white stocking covered legs. Another yank and the material slid over her long legs, the lingerie glad Goddess lying on the mat, looking oh so sexy. If nothing else, Bree could definitely say she had the nicest lingerie collection in the Flamingo Club, and it seemed the fans were getting accustomed to seeing her in it. Tasha again pulls the dazed beauty up by her limp arm, Bree’s busty body glistening in the lights, her tiny 23-inch waist heaving to draw air, her perfectly enhanced 34D cup breasts looking like melons held tightly in her lacey bra. Her ass looked incredible as the red thong parted her meaty cheeks, the thin straps going high up over her curvy hips. Even getting her ass kicked Bree looked to die for and then fans were roaring, almost everyone in attendance standing to get a good long look at her lingerie clad frame.
Tasha spins around so she is now standing shoulder to shoulder with my girl, the back of their heads touching. The black woman began reaching her hands behind her and it takes Tasha a few seconds to find Bree’s chin with her probing fingers. Once her hands find their target, she suddenly interlocks her fingers under the blonde’s jaw, her fingernails digging into Bree’s neck. Bree’s eyes go wide as Tasha bends at the waist and begins pulling Bree off the ground and right up onto her back. Bree’s heeled feet suddenly leave the mat and the blonde is helplessly hanging in the air in a hangman submission hold. “My back!!!!” Bree cries out as her spine explodes in pain, the blonde held in mid air and her sexy body arched over Tasha’s back. Bree stares at the arena ceiling painfully bent backwards, her arms flailing uselessly at her sides. Her breasts look incredible as the sexy red bra is barely containing her meaty mounds while her legs kick wildly about.
Tasha continues pulling back on the blonde’s chin, Bree’ body stretched to the limit hanging in the air. Tasha pulls back again and an ear-piercing shriek fills the air as the blonde begins screaming her submission, “ I quit! Pleasssseeee! I give!!! Let me gooooo!” Tasha pays no attention to the blonde’s cry, and suddenly the black woman drops to her knees. Bree’s body was held awkwardly at an angle the human body wasn’t meant to bend at, and the impact shook the ring. My girl crumples to the mat with tears in her eyes as her spine was horrifically jarred from the spine-jolting maneuver. Bree’s lingerie clad body flopped like a fish out of water, and I prayed the move didn’t hurt her to badly. Tasha wasn’t about to wait around and see if Bree was ok, the black woman began reaching down, grabbing onto two handfuls of long thick hair and ripped the gasping beauty straight up off the canvas. Tasha stared into Bree's enchanting tear coated eyes, never letting on about the whistling fist that was already on its way to smash into her ribs. Bree’s mouth dropped open as she was left gasping for breath as knuckles hammered her midsection. Tasha stepped forward and drove her knee up into Bree's tight stomach, making the blonde wince in pain as her head and shoulders hunched over in reflex.
Tasha grabs the blonde’s limp wrist and flings Bree shooting forward, the aching blonde crashing chest first into the turnbuckle. Bree groaned as her breasts mashed against the ring ropes and before she could turn around Tasha sprang forward, the black woman slamming her shoulder into the blonde’s lower back crushing her into the corner. The blonde groaned, as she was pancaked roughly in place, the wind flying from her leaving her gasping for breath. Bree was still facing out towards the crowd, and a flying punch crushed her kidney from behind, her face pursing in pain. Tasha never slows and quickly spins the blonde around and then slams a forearm chop across the blonde’s bountiful bosom. “Fake titted slut!” Tasha hissed, cocking her arm back again. Bree gasps as her breasts are met with another smack and just when her hands came up to defend her stinging chest, the black woman slammed a kick flush into the blonde’s shapely right thigh. Bree’s leg lost its footing, but she never had a chance to fall to the canvas as another smack blasted across the upper portion of her bouncing breasts.
The blonde's torso flew back from the stinging smack and suddenly Bree’s tight stomach is met with a jarring cross catching her just about her lacey red thong. The blonde was struggling for breath as the black woman slams another jarring punch forward blasting home into Bree's belly button. Tasha sends another hard closed fist slamming into the blonde's stomach crushing her ribcage and then quickly slides Bree’s hands over each side of the ring ropes. Bree’s head lulls side to side as she watches in horror as the black woman steps back, the blonde trying to get her arms up but she is helpless to make them respond. Tasha rushes forward, lowering her shoulder and slams right into Bree’s midsection sending her body flying back into the turnbuckle, the blonde’s head falling back in a pained response as her aching back was crushed. Tasha backs up to the center of the ring and again rushes forward crushing the blonde into the corner. Bree just groaned and struggled to get her breath, but Tasha wasted no time as she lowered herself forward latching onto the middle ring ropes. Pulling back on the rope Tasha suddenly shoots forward and her shoulder again slams into Bree’s tight stomach. Bree can only groan as Tasha repeats the move again and again, Bree was getting slaughtered out there again. The crowd counted along and after eight straight shots Tasha finally let’s go of the ropes.
The blonde was gasping for breath with her arms still dangling over the ropes when Tasha backs up a step, but gives Bree no break. The large black woman rears back with her leg and then cruelly drives her kneecap blasting right up into Bree’s crotch. Oh no – last week Danielle and now Tasha…I guess no one wanted me to fuck her anymore! The world seemed to stop as the blonde’s mouth hung open in a perfect O shape, a scream not even able to come forth as pain explodes in her pounded pussy. The blonde’s arms flop over the rope and Bree drops straight to the mat holding her crotch struggling through the pain filling her entire body. Bree’s aching body rolled on the mat, her crotch numb and her hands gingerly began massaging it attempting to somehow alleviate the pain. Allowing no time for recovery, Tasha bends forward and latches onto Bree’s bleached blonde hair and drags her up to a standing position. My girl was still holding her throbbing crotch, and Bree was about to fall back to the mat, but Tasha didn’t allow that to happen. Tasha’s arms latch around Bree’s midsection, the black woman bending forward and then rearing backward hoisting her captive upward in the air. Bree’s heeled feet again leave the mat, the blonde’s eyes wide in fear as Tasha steps forward and then slams her down to the mat in a belly-to-belly suplex. The blonde slams to the mat and holds her throbbing back with both hands leaving her midsection wide open to Bree’s forthcoming boot.
The black woman’s heel crushed the blonde’s stomach and then wildly Tasha sends her leg up and down slamming kicks into Bree’s midsection. Stomach ablaze, the blonde began to roll to the side moaning and groaning in agony as her body was hammered with stomps and kicks. Tasha finally stopped slamming kicks into the blonde, and Bree was gingerly trying to hold her aching body, sobbing “Pleaseee!!! I can’t take any more. I quit! Plllleasssseee!” The black woman laughed at the blabbering beauty, “Bitch I haven’t even hurt you yet! Just wait!” Bending down, Tasha latched onto Bree’s hair violently dragging the blonde up to a standing position. Tasha slid her hand between the blonde’s thighs, and quickly scooped up the dazed beauty right off of her feet. Bree’s thong covered ass squirmed sexily in the hold as the black woman stomped around the ring carrying the blonde in the center of the ring. Arms straining, Tasha planted her feet and then slammed the blonde back down to the mat in a ring shaking body slam. Bree lay lifeless on the canvas, and slowly Tasha bends down, sits her ass atop Bree’s meaty mounds of flesh an in the process pinning the blonde’s arms to the mat in a reverse schoolgirl pin. Oh fuck this was bad!
“Getttt off…plleasseeee!” Bree yells out, but the black woman responds with an evil smile and slams her balled up fist hammering down into Bree’s tight midsection. Both fist’s clenched, Tasha’s arms raise and then hammer down upon the trapped blonde’s stomach. Bree’s sexy moans and groans fill the air as her rock hard midsection was peppered with hard stinging punches. Tasha taunted the trapped blonde, “I’m gonna hurt you…baaaadddd! The blonde’s heels dig into the mat, her thighs pushing upward in a helpless effort of trying to buck the big black woman off of her until a closed fisted punch slammed into her bellybutton. Up and down the black woman’s arms pumped, thud, thud, whimper moan. Lefts and rights flew wildly and poor Bree’s belly was assaulted by the grueling punches, her legs flopping around and jostling with each blow. After whaling away for almost a half minute, Tasha finally takes a few second break standing up and leaving Bree lying on the mat groaning and holding her aching midsection, the black woman looming above her.
Bree was flat on her back and Tasha grabs onto both of blonde’s ankles, the black woman evilly begins spreading her sexy thighs apart. “You wouldn’t….no…oh my God no!” Bree begs, with a look of terror on her face as the realization of her predicament unfolds. I prayed Tasha wouldn’t do what I feared was forthcoming, Bree’s crotch was numb from her last match for days afterward, but I didn’t think the black woman would be going easy on the blonde. “You ain’t gonna be fuckin’ anyone for a looooonggg time!” Tasha hisses. Bree screams and she wildly tries to kick her ankles free from Tasha’s tight hold, her incredible stocking covered legs spread wide open, her tiny red thong barely covering her crotch. Unable to gain any traction in breaking free, Bree’s head whipped side to side, begging and pleading, but the blonde was helpless to stop Tasha’s heeled foot from flying up and then stomping down.
“EEEETIIIHHHHHH!!!” Bree mindlessly wailed, her legs quivering in response, the heel of Tasha’s boot crushing the poor beauty’s crotch. Bree’s head whipped back, her eyes screwed shut in agony, and the blonde’s body jostled on the mat. By now Bree is far too weak to free her legs from Tasha’s strong grip, and before the blonde can do anything, Tasha’s heel drives forward again blasting flush into her abused pussy. Bree’s body shook wildly, her crotch pulsing with pain, the black woman finally tosses the blonde’s legs to the mat and Bree curls up in the fetal position and holds her aching crotch, sobbing and feverishly trying to massage some of the searing pain away.
Tasha doesn’t slow down, the black woman steps up and lets fly a booming kick that thuds into the blonde’s lower spine, Bree bucks wildly from the grueling impact. Kicks begin to fly and the blonde rolls around like a fish out of water as her back is blasted again and again, most kicks catching her flush in her lower spine. Tasha finally changes tactics, bends forward, and latches onto Bree’s ankles, tightens her grip and repositions herself over the blonde’s lower back. OH NO…not again! The black woman rears backward, lifting the blonde’s legs of the mat, slapping on the Boston Crab for the second time in the match, again smack dab in the center of the ring. As if mirroring my thoughts, Bree cries out, “No! NO! NOOOO!! Not againnnn!” Tasha tightens her grip on her legs and begins to rip backward pulling the blonde’s incredible thighs right off the canvas.
Bree shakes her head side to side, whipping her long blonde hair about and pressure begins building in Bree’s already sore back, the blonde pounding on the mat in hopes of ending the hellish hold, while her eyes stream tears as she seems helpless to break the hold. “I give…please I can’t take it!” Bree shrieks, as she can’t even fathom how to get free of the crippling pain pulsing through her entire back. Tasha is smiling as she keeps rearing upward bending the blonde’s lower body like a pretzel, Bree’s entire lower half up to her stomach was pulled in the air. Bree was shrieking in pain, but Tasha just kept the pressure up with no intention of letting the blonde free. Bree’s back was blazing in pain and the blonde was forced to endure the hold helplessly, crying in agony until finally the black woman broke the hold after over a minute.
Bree was writhing on the mat, but the black woman had plans in mind and quickly slid under the ring ropes. Standing on the arena floor, Tasha reached into the ring latching onto Bree’s ankles and ripped backward dragging and pulling the blonde across the mat. One tug, two tugs, and on the third tug she had the blonde slid right under the bottom rope and flying down through the air. Bree’s eyes went wide as her body tumbled down and then thudded to the concrete, landing jarringly ass first onto the cold floor, tottering for a second before she topples over to the side. Tasha walks to the side of the lifeless blonde, and Bree gasped as she felt herself being hoisted of the ground, the black woman sliding her around Bree’s head and the other on the back of her thigh. Hosting upward, Tasha strains for a few seconds and then the blonde is suddenly scoped up and finds herself horizontally suspended across Tasha’s body.
Arms straining to hold Bree’s body parallel to the ground, Tasha is forced to readjust her grip a few times and then begins walking towards the screaming crowd. The fans in the first few rows roar in appreciation, seeing the lingerie clad Goddesses body up close, Bree held limply and having no clue what was forthcoming. Tasha’s arms are shaking as she lifted the lifeless beauty in the air holding her prone frame over the metal crowd divider causing me to turn my head rather than watch what was about to happen. Bree’s spine hit with a sickening crack and the blonde fell to the arena, her mindless screams evidence enough of what I missed, and I turned back to the action and saw her body on the floor, hands holding her back and screaming in agony.
Tasha took the screams and chants of the roaring fans in with a smile on her face, walking around slapping hands with those in the first few rows. The black woman was in no hurry to resume her attack knowing full well Bree wasn’t going anywhere and continued high fiving the lucky fans in the first row. The crowd was going crazy and after a few more seconds the black woman walked back over towards the sobbing beauty and grabbed her arm ripping it from her back. Tasha seemed far from done and the black forces her to a stand yet again this time she pushes the blonde right back into the ring. Bree’s limp body rolls along and the black woman slides right in after her pulling up the aching Goddess and dragging against the ring ropes. Things looked bleak for the blonde as the black woman drapes Bree’s limp arms over the ring ropes, the blonde’s ass resting on the middle rope barely keeping her standing. Stepping back, Tasha’s right arm flies backward and she drives a hard fist into Bree’s gut that makes the blonde groan as her ribs are crushed. Again Tasha’s arm flies back and barrels into Bree’s stomach catching her just above her sexy thong. Bree’s arms are slung over the top rope, her incredible body on display and the blonde’s midsection is hammered by closed fisted punches. Thump, thump, thump, her ribs are hammered again and again, her head whipping side to side, yet her arms aren’t responding as she tries to bring them up and over the ropes.
Bree’s arms begin to slowly slide over the ropes, but Tasha never slowed the attack and continued hammering away at her belly until the blonde crumpled to the mat. The black woman grabs the blonde’s wrists and begins tugging her along, puling her to the center of the ring and up to her feet. Tasha struggles for a few seconds and then begins lifting the blonde up of the canvas, hoisting her backward over her shoulders positioning her nearly exposed body across her neck. Tasha takes a few seconds positioning Bree over her back and then one hand clamps around Bree’s neck and the other around her thigh, the black gal applying a textbook torture rack. “Nooooo!!!!!!!” Bree wails in pain as her already aching back flares to life, her body is being put through hell, as Tasha begins squeezing and pulling her body in different directions. Bree’s body begins thrashing in place and the crowd explodes, screaming and yelling as the blonde’s right breast came popping out of the confines of the lacey red bra. Bree is clueless as to being exposed, the blonde’s perfect mammary dangling as the blonde screams her submission, “I qqquiiiitttt! Plllllleassse stop!!!!”
Bree's body is totally bent backward across Tasha's muscular shoulders, the blonde helpless to break free from the grueling hold. The crowd is going wild watching as the black woman keeps tugging and pulling the blonde’s body in ways it wasn’t meant to bend, Bree’s exposed breast flopping around on her chest. Bree's face is contorted in pain as tears stream down her flushed cheeks and the blonde is mindlessly screaming for help, “Plllllaseee stoppp! Puuuhh llleasssse!” The black woman smiles, paying no mind to the shrieking and continues walking around the ring, and with each step she takes Tasha flexes her arms pulling Bree further and further into an inverted U shape. The torture continues for the shrieking blonde as the black woman does a full lap around ring until finally tossing Bree of her shoulder and down to the canvas.
Tasha seemed to be in no hurry to resume the attack on the aching stunner, taking a few seconds to appreciate the destruction she was administering to my girlfriend’s body. Bree lay on the mat, heeled feet kicking the canvas as her hands rubbed her damaged back. Tasha’s break appeared to be coming to an end as the black woman walked over to Bree and latched onto the blonde’s arm. Bree stumbled to her feet both hands holding her back, her exposed right breast flopping around on her chest. I sat back in my chair with eyes half shut watching the next few minutes drag by as the black woman put on a clinic of power moves, displaying her surprising strength. My poor girlfriend was power-bombed, body slammed, suplexed, power-bombed again and left lying in the center of the ring spread eagle and holding her throbbing back. Tasha seemed only to be getting warmed up, each time bending down, yanking Bree to her feet, and then administering another move that left the ring shaking. My jaw dropped watching Bree’s incredible body being destroyed by these moves, again a body slam, then a DDT, and a ring shaking suplex followed. Bree was put through the ringer and the blonde had no fight left as each moved sapped the life from her, by now both of her breasts were hanging on the outside of her red bra, each tit jiggling wildly with the rocking impact of being slammed into the mat.
One more ring shaking body slam had my girl laying spread eagle, exposed breasts spilling to the side of her chest, while her head hung to the side with her mouth hanging open, and her tongue lolled out of the corner. Tasha took a break from the powerful display, and the black woman ran back toward the ropes, sprang off them and dropped a massive elbow drop down onto Bree's heaving breasts. Bree howled as her feet flew up, then she rolled to her side clutching her battered tits struggling to breathe. Tasha wasted no time, grabbing onto Bree’s ponytails and pulling her back up to her feet, spinning around and then whipping her into the turnbuckle. Bree looked drunk as her back slammed into the thin padding and she took two staggering steps out of the corner. Tasha dropped to one knee and fired a vicious uppercut low and deep into Bree's tight abs. The dazed beauty gurgled as she slowly pitched forward, red-faced and moaning. Tasha started to rise up as she threw a nasty haymaker uppercut that struck Bree square in her exposed right breast. Bree was thrown back into the ropes and her chest felt like it was going to explode as the aching orb wildly shook on her chest. Unfortunately for Bree, her arms draped over the top rope, leaving her hanging her in the corner with her head looking down, and her legs were stretched out limp. Bree seemed completely helpless as Tasha stepped forward and grabbed her by the chin, squeezing as she lifted her so she was forced to look into the dark, deep, deadly eyes.
A sadistic smile crossed Tasha's face as she quickly drove her kneecap flying upward and burying it deeply into the ‘V’ of Bree's crotch. "Uggghhh!" Bree moaned sexily as her whole body lifted in the air, her lower body going numb with a pulsing pain that tore through her aching body. I definitely won’t be fucking Bree any time soon! Bree would have dropped to the mat but for arms were still lifelessly draped over the top rope keeping her pinned in the corner. The blonde’s head slumped down and Tasha quickly raised her hands high overhead firing a double fisted blow slamming into the black of Bree’s head that sent her destroyed body flying down to the canvas. Tasha dropped down to her knees, positioning herself directly in front of Bree, grabbed the blonde's head and pulled it between her muscular thighs. Bree was totally helpless and the blonde was on all fours being pulled forward and suddenly her head was locked between Tasha's legs. The black woman squeezed her thighs shut, and then reached out with both free hands and grabbed the back of Bree's lacey red thong – this wasn’t going to end well!
“Eeeeeihhhhhh!” The blonde shrieked in agony as her thong buried itself into her abused crotch! Bree's stocking covered legs thrashed wildly and her arms flailed in place, Tasha pulling the thong toward her body. Bree's screams of agony could faintly be heard as her head was tightly trapped between Tasha’s vice like thighs, her ass sexily wiggling back and forth trapped in the hold. As Bree struggled futilely to break free, Tasha pulled all the harder, lifting Bree’s hips seductively in the air with each pain packed pull. What a view the crowd got to see of Bree’s incredible ass and body, her exposed breasts flopped around her chest as her body was jostled back and forth with each tug of the thong. When Tasha released both Bree's head and her thong, she rose to her feet while Bree rolled into what was becoming a common position for her - the fetal, and sobbed her submission again.
Tasha took a few moments to parade around the ring, hands clapping high over her head, the black woman apparently not concerned at all that Bree was a threat. Painfully Bree got to all fours, her ass looking incredible covered by her thong, which was still wedged deeply in her ass, and began prying it loose. Bree looked up through teary eyes to see Tasha still playing it up for the crowd and the blonde began an agonizing crawl across the ring to the ropes. She managed to reach the ropes and pitifully tried to use them to climb to her feet, unaware that Tasha had now turned her attention back to her. Just as Bree grabbed the middle rope, Tasha sprang into action, delivering a huge drop kick that sent Bree flying headfirst through the ropes and sent her body out of the ring. The blonde flew through the air screaming and then landed with a thud, harshly on her shoulder, and shrieked when she came to rest on the cold floor.
Tasha stepped between the ropes and dropped down next to her fallen prey, who was slowly crawling upward on all fours. The black woman latched onto Bree’s left ponytail, and her right hand came smacking down over the blonde’s ass screaming “My new little doggie!” Bree was on all fours and another smack hammered into her fleshy ass cheek, the blonde whimpering in pain as Tasha tightly held her hair. Tasha held tightly on the blonde’s hair and her free hand began smacking away at the blonde’s tender derriere. Bree’s body shook with each stinging smack and the blonde did everything she could just to stay on her hands and knees. Tasha’s hands smacked down a few more times before her hands wrap around the blonde’s ponytails and the black woman began pulling her along behind her as she walked over towards the steps, the blonde scrambling on the arena floor to keep up. Bree’s exposed tits flopped around as she hurried to keep up, her scalp blazing with pain as Tasha ripped her along, the black woman now standing on the first step. The black woman began climbing up the stairs, slid between the ropes and painfully dragged the blonde into the ring with her, Bree forced to crawl along.
Tasha forced the blonde to her feet, bent her forward and wrapped her arms around Bree's tight stomach. Squeezing, Tasha hoisted backward and slowly began pulling Bree upward, the blonde’s heeled feet leaving the ground as she was flipped in the air. Bree was pulled upward and then Tasha showed her power, holding the blonde Goddess upside down, in a pile driver position. Bree was disoriented with her body suspended upside down and Tasha demonstrated how strong she was as she began bouncing up and down while holding Bree helpless in the air. Bree's perfect tits bounced wildly, all the blood rushing to her face, her long ponytails sweeping along the canvas.
Tasha began to squeeze Bree’s upside down body, while the blonde moaned as she struggled to draw breath, her face began turning a dark shade of red that seemed to match her lipstick. Bree gasped as Tasha tightened her grip, the black woman rearing back and then viciously driving her downward. Oh shit! Bree's head slammed into the mat, her body bounced into the air, and then she fell over face down on the canvas. The blonde may have been out cold but her hand moved ever so slightly toward her neck, and a whimper of agony came from her lips. Tasha finally seemed to be done with her destruction of the blonde, and the referee stepped forward and began a count as her frame slid over the blonde’s body. The count was a formality at this point, and could have gone to a hundred as Bree barely stirred, her hand draped limply on her neck. The black woman stood and allowed the count to reach 10 as she raised her hands in victory my gal was out of it.
“I think I need a souvenir to remember the ass kicking I gave you bitch!” Tasha hissed. The black woman bent forward and grabbed onto Bree’s sexy red thong, with a two handed grip she began sliding it down over Bree’s meaty thighs. The crowd went ballistic, “And you can do the walk of shame up the ramp naked like the slut you are!” Tasha laughed dragging the thong over Bree’s stocking covered ankle. My girl’s neatly trimmed pubic patch was on display for everyone to see, the blonde barely stirred until Tasha grabbed her left wrist and dragged her up to her feet. Sliding her arms under Bree’s the black woman began parading my nearly naked girlfriend around the ring, Bree’s battered body was held tightly in place and she was led around the ring like a puppet on strings. God did she look sexy even after getting her ass kicked, left in just her knee high stockings and heels, my gal’s sweaty body glistening in the lights. Bree’s tits jiggled as she was led to each side of the ring, the fans loving seeing the naked beauty humiliated as she was slowly paraded around. Bree stumbled along, the blonde having no chance to stop the strong black woman’s fun, her trimmed pussy being shown to all in attendance. Around and around Tasha relished dragging my gal to each side of the ring walking her trophy form side to side. The fans were screaming seeing her exquisite body on display and Bree was forced to endure the humiliation.
Doing another lap around the ring, Tasha finally pushed my gal to the mat and grabbed her sexy red thong and bra. Holding her trophies high overhead, Tasha waved out to the roaring crowd before she climbed between the ropes and headed back into the locker room slowly walking up the ramp smiling as the fans roared their approval. Poor Bree was left lying on the mat, nearly naked and holding her aching body sobbing in both pain and humiliation. That was only her second match of ten – up next for her was a rematch against her opponent from last week Danielle. I could only pray that would work out better for my helpless hottie!
