Until recently, Samantha had been living with Brian. Samantha was on a life journey which needed understanding and space. Brian was sympathetic to Samantha's journey, undergoing treatments, surgeries, and countless medications in order to face the world much more feminine. Emerging as Samantha, or Sami. Even a hard look could not reveal life's earlier origins.
Although Brian held no ill feelings for Samantha when he awoke to find her note, he was understandably saddened. Brian would certainly miss the pretty trans-gendered woman, and the fetishes they shared in their time together.
Months later, Danica, a crossdresser, was sitting cross-legged at the bar, when Brian happened into the gay bar. Unassuming chit chat revealed mutual interests. Danica and Brian found eerily similar interests, as minutes turned to hours of laughing discussion. After learning that they may share the acquaintance of a certain 'runaway,' the discussion grew into a mutual liking for each other.
The night ended all too soon by both accounts. But, not before Danica told Brian about the party happening the next night at her club. Danica's property was situated on a heavily wooded 10 acre estate, not far for Brian to visit. The private club was housed in an extra large pole barn tucked behind some large oak trees behind the beautiful hacienda style mansion. Danica entertained close, and secretly private friends who sought a release for their gay, lesbian, trans, and other alternative lifestyles.
Brian was enticed to the party by the promise of a “quick, horny warm up for the evening's regalia,” that he might be interested in. “A wrestling match,” Danica told him. “Nothing too physical or injurious. Just sort of a fun and sexy side show.” Brian was even more impressed to hear that he might know a certain baby face jobber scheduled to participate in the opening event.
Brian arrived the next night, and Danica met him just inside the door. Most of the early arrivals knew one another and were reacquainting. The two, spotted Samantha waving to someone before dashing off to get dressed. Sami had been too distracted to notice Danica, or her guest Brian. But, suspicions were confirmed when Brian recognized the beautiful blonde trans-gurl, and smiled at Danica.
Danica reached in to a nearby closet and pulled out a black leotard and full face mask, “I wear this. It's a cute contrast to Sami, in her sexy outfit.” Impressed, Brian asked if Danica would mind having a substitute villain for the night. Danica loved the idea. Very close in size and build, the mask negated a need for any public announcements over a schedule change. Everyone would naturally think Danica were wrestling Samantha, again. Handed the outfit, Brian was pointed to the dressing room, “You will find tights and socks in a drawer. Help yourself.” Brian smiled, thanked Danica and hurried to change.
Samantha emerged first, twerking and teasing the vocal audience in her very slender cut shamrock green leotard. The bodysuit was cut far above her hips, in a one piece thong style. Glimmering tan pantyhose made Sami's slender, sinewy legs shine under the ring lights. The night's jobber danced her way to the ring ropes in 5 inch bright green pumps. The crowd cheered Sami as the pre-match tease. Sliding one leg over the middle rope, Sami did a slow grind of her nylon and lycra covered crotch.
After Samantha played up her sexy presence to the audience, one of the regulars, known to the group as Scottie, pretended to hold a microphone and make introductions. Samantha removed her heels in the corner of the ring, placing them outside the ring ropes.
“Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between, once again, we have a treat for your senses. Pinfall, only, for the first 30 minutes. Standing in the blue corner, our own brave and beautiful challenger is going to make another attempt to unseat the club's Ruthless Rassling Champion!” The applause was enthusiastic. “Please make use of the tip jars around the ring. Your generosity is greatly appreciated. At FIVE feet, SEVEN inches tall, and weighing a trim, 149 pounds, please welcome, the Glamorous One, herself. Our very own, Princess of Pain, Sexyyyyyy Samaaaaaannnthaaaaaa!”
The small crowd bellowed. Cheering, wolf whistling, and clapping enthusiastically for their damsel in distress. Samantha stepped from the corner, twirled like a ballerina, on her toes, and waved to the exuberant audience. Someone laughed to a friend, “Look. Barefoot, again. Should be a hoot!”
The self appointed ring announcer called to the dressing area, “And, facing our beautiful baby face tonight, is THE Wicked Wrestling Club Champion. Standing SIX feet, TWO inches tall, and weighing an imposing, 225 pounds. She's none other than the ruthless, cheating, Merciless, Masked Menace, herself.” At this time, nobody but Danica and Brian, knew who the real wrestler in black was.
Brian, emerged from the dressing area wearing the full black leather head mask, which tied from behind. The black one piece bathing suit was cut modestly. Black fishnets, with knee length red socks finished the ensemble. With menacing gestures, Brian left little doubt as to what was in store for Sexy Samantha on this night. The Masked Menace stepped over the top rope with ease.
The wrestling ring was quite small. Much smaller than a standard ring. Clearly this venue was more for a theatrical performance, and up close viewing. The audience was packed in tightly around the ring. With its 3 sets of ropes, the confines offered little room for escape. Certainly not the ring for a real wrestling match. But, perfect for half an hour of sexy fun.
Samantha gestured at the masked opponent that she wasn't frightened in the least. Turning to the crowd behind her corner, Sami hung her shiny nylon covered left leg over the middle ring rope, and snugged her shimmering pantyhose up the slender limb. Wiggling toes at the whistling fans.
The masked wrestler smiled widely through the mouth hole cut into the mask, remembering Samantha's foot fetish. The unsuspecting jobber was playing right into the plan of her mystery opponent. Both wrestlers pulled on the ring ropes in their respective corners.
DING! DING!
The bell clanged, and, both wrestlers stepped from their corners, in a circling fashion. The ring size didn't permit much more than five strides before you ran into your opponent. The Masked Menace lifted arms in an apparent attempt to lock up the much shorter debutante.
Samantha dipped low, encircling her arms around the waist of her larger opponent. Then, sneaking around behind the lumbering giant, Sami hooked two fingers into the leg bands of the Brian's leotard. With a sharp upward pull, quick witted Samantha had fashioned a painful wedgie on her masked opponent. The grunt from Brian was heard by everyone. Releasing the garment, Sami placed her hands together, in a double axehandle, and clubbed the broad back of her opponent. Having slipped her foot in front of the masked heel, Sami, hoped to trip whom she thought was Danica, into the ropes.
The audience erupted in laughter, as The Masked Menace hung over the top rope. Sami strutted confidently, shaking her clasped hands in an early victory pose. Moving behind the masked wrestler, Samantha leapt and slammed her body onto her sprawled opponent. Planting a knee in her opponent's back, Sami pulled on the top rope, choking Brian's neck through the mask. Samantha feigned a good, long choking of her villainous rival, playing to the noisy crowd.
Finally having a chance to sit down, Danica came around the blue corner, and noticed Sami's pumps on the ring apron. She grabbed them for safe keeping, and chose a chair just down the ropes from that corner. With a pleasant smile, Danica set the shoes on her lap, and crossed her legs. Ready to watch her friend, who was already belittling her much larger opponent in the black mask.
Feigning true hatred for her black clad rival, Samantha looked into the audience and shouted, “Give up, Damn You! There's no escape, now!” Brian gestured magnificently, as if, really being choked.
After 15 more seconds of enthusiastically choking her opponent, Samantha spotted Danica smiling at her. The sneering smile faded into a blank stare, as Samantha felt a fog of confusion come over her. Gobsmacked, Sam's mouth dropped open as she asked Danica, “This ain't you?” Danica shook her head, no. “Who is this, then?”
Samantha's grasp softened, and Brian slipped to one knee, and spun out of the hold. Samantha backed away slowly, as the masked wrestler stood up, and advanced on the spirited, but now, worried Samantha. “Someone from your past, Gurl-friend,” Brian mewed. A hush came over everyone.
The voice was unmistakable for Samantha, who now looked as if she was seeing a ghost. With a heavy sigh, Samantha found the ring ropes pressing against her back, “Is- Is- Isss.” Heavy gulp. “That you, B-Bu-Butch?!”
The futility of escape evaporated for Sami when her masked opponent placed both hands on her shoulders. Black clad Butch, asked his cringing opponent, “Miss me, Baby?”
Only Samantha knew Brian by the pet name of Butch. Butch stepped onto the nylon clad toes beneath him, and Samantha begged, “Oh please, ...don't hurt me.” Those who heard the plea, began to laugh.
Sami chirped, “Ow, Ow, Ow!” as her toes were crushed underfoot. Butch cupped his hand under Samantha's chin, and slowly bent the poor gurl, back over the top rope. Stepping to the side, a thunderous fist was slammed onto Sami's chest. The crowd cheered. The ropes gave way, and flung the pretty jobber, face first onto the canvas. The stunned tranny sighed through a whimper; then looked up, remorsefully into Danica's eyes. As if, 'how could you do this to me?'
Resuming his character, Butch straddled the slender back of his former gurlfriend, and sat down on the trembling jobber. The masked punisher settled in for the night's work, cupping Sami's chin with both hands, now. The frightened tranny was pulled backwards in a camel clutch, while combing back long blond strands of hair from Sami's face, for the benefit of the audience's view. Danica watched amusingly as her friend grimaced through the back breaking hold.
Leaning in close to Samantha's left ear, Butch smiled at Danica, and whispered, “We are going to have some fun, now. No submissions for almost half hour.” Wink to Danica, “You're mine.” Samantha went limp, being pulled harder in the camel clutch. Sami closed her eyes and moaned when she felt the stiffening part of her opponent's bulging costume being ground upon her lower back.
Butch hooked two fingers in the corners of Samantha's mouth, and whispered, “Smile for your loving audience, pain slut.” Being fish hooked, sent Sami's nylon covered feet drumming the canvas rapidly.
Finally dropping Samantha unceremoniously on her chest, Butch stood and grabbed a handful of blond hair. Helping the reluctant, moaning babyface to her knees, Butch bent Samantha over his thigh in yet another back breaking hold. A double axehandle across the gut, sat Sami up. A chop across the chest sent Sami back across the outstretched thigh. Repeatedly, the helpless tranny was pounded with gut punches and stiff arms. The damsel in distress was clearly being softened up.
The masked wrestler stood and lifted Sami to her wobbly knees, before shoving her into the ring ropes. Sami was caught, half in, half out of the ring, resting over the middle rope, on her chest. Danica enjoyed the view of her stand-in quickly stretching the bottom rope over Sami's neck and shoulders, right in front of her. Not fully satisfied, the top rope was stretched under Sami's neck, effectively trapping the poor jobber in the crisscrossing ring ropes. The mystery wrestler looked to Danica, who gave a nod, and glanced at Samantha's twitching foot.
Much to Samantha's chagrin, her vengeful opponent followed Danica's gaze and stepped to the trapped jobber's left leg, lifting it with ease by the ankle. Samantha howled as she sold the standing ankle lock being placed on her. Butch upped the performance by digging two thumbs into the sensitive, silken sole. Sami screamed and begged for mercy, as her other leg began to pound frantically. The audience loved the performance from their favorite Rag Doll.
There was nothing, that the barefoot tranny could do, but look into the eyes of her shrugging friend, while her former boyfriend went to work on her left leg. Placing a boot behind that knee, the hooded villain SMASHED it into the unforgiving mat. Samantha bucked in the ropes, waving in futile, ineffective gestures.
This unfortunate night was far from over. The audience wanted more. Fortunate for them, the masked tormentor lifted nylon clad toes to the open mouth hole. The audience cheered as the villain took an animated sniff of the wiggling toes, “Someone didn't wear boots for Ol' Butchy, did she?”
Samantha whimpered back, “Would have, if I knew you were coming.” Butch smiled, then bit down on the first three toes. Samantha pulled her own hair, “TOES! Oh gawd! OOOWW!!! MY TOES!!” To everybody else, Samantha was doing what she did best, selling the wicked tactics of her hooded opponent. The masked villain wasn't actually biting Sami's toes. Or, so they thought. Holding the bitten foot high, Butch sent boot after boot into Sami's thigh for the cheering audience. Butch dropped the foot, and shouted to the audience, “Gotta soften this Tough Gurl Up, ya know!”
Audience approval was off the charts, tips flowed in. Butch moved behind the jobber caught in the ropes. Butch folded Samantha's left leg back, across the back of her right knee. Holding downward pressure, Butch folded the right leg back. Effectively crisscrossing both legs, and trapping Sami in a double toehold.
Samantha looked at Danica with doe-eyed apprehension, as her former live-in boyfriend sank down onto her bent, trapped knees, with all his weight. Everyone knew, Sami wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon, as her exposed feet wriggled helplessly before her vengeful rival.
Holding pressure on the trapped legs with one hand, Butch snaked his other hand through the tight clench of Sami's thighs. The masked heel found a small bulge in Samantha's one piece, and brought a surprised shriek from the trapped jobber, with one firm squeeze. A subtle reminder of who was in control, now. The crowd laughed, beckoning for more. And, Butch was happy to oblige them.
Sami knew this wasn't going to end well, after the one handed visit to her crotch. Hanging half out of the ring, Sami pleaded with Danica, who merrily swung her crossed leg. “Oh dear, I am in real trouble, aren't I.” Sami plead with a stammering voice, “Can't we call this off?” Sami felt a two fingers glance across her arched sole, “Puh- Puhleeez??”
Danica smiled back at her ladyboy friend, as she watched Butch slap the captive, nylon covered foot, playfully. The barefoot jobber watched Danica wink at the masked substitute heel. And, Samantha's torturous night was far from over. Dropping her head, Sami made a mewling soft whimper, “aaunn-nnoohh, no, no, no.”
Seated on Sami's bent knees, the substitute villain winked back at Danica and began a slow, methodical twisting of the right ankle. Squeezing toes with one hand, cupping the heel, with the other, Butch had Sami begging for mercy, “Please, NO! Oh-Oh-OH! PLEASE! Ow-ow-OWW!” To no avail, as the captive ankle was twisted back around the other way, next.
The masked villain went from an ankle twist, to curling fingers menacingly in the air above the shiny foot. Accolades poured in from all sides of the ring, as the sadistic audience erupted in approval for the masked villain.
Samantha felt the nylon snugged taut and pulled over her toes. Stealing a glimpse back at Butch, Sami begged, “No, no-o-o, ...please-not-this.” The bunched up nylon pulled the flexible toes backward. The nylon went smooth as it stretched over the vulnerable arch. Butch knew very well how sensitive Sami was, and began with one single fingernail, tracing down the sensitive sole, as a prelude.
Samantha went pale. “I'll do anything! C'mon!......this isn't.....Oh, Ohhh, Happening! OH, Gawd, No.” Still looking over her shoulder, Sami plead, “Alright. I was wrong. You win. Okay?!”
No apology would suffice. Butch was getting hard. Delighting in the slow mental meltdown his curling fingers were causing. Butch poured on the mental anguish, “Didn't you always say this is worse in nylons?” No answer was needed from the breathless runaway. The mercilessly tickling that Butch was about to dole out, had a soulful satisfaction to it.
Samantha turned to beg Danica, this time. It was too late for the unsuspecting jobber. Sami could barely move when Butch went to work on in dramatic fashion. Sami's tormentor relished in the work at hand, scratching nails over the silky smooth sole.
“Please, hahaha,..hahaha...I..I..I! Haha! I can't take it! HAHAHA! NOT THISSS!!!” Samantha was breathless between hysterical laughing fits. The ring ropes kept the forlorn baby faced jobber immobilized as Butch worked between her toes.
Butch knew of no better treatment than this, for his runaway lover. Much to Samantha's chagrin, a chant began to escalate, PUNISH THE JOBBER! And, Butch readily gave the audience what they wanted. Sinking two thumbs into the captive arch, Butch made the trapped beauty jolt uncontrollably. Samantha had never reached such high octaves as she did during this probing torture.
Pushing down, Butch rose up, at the painful expense of Sami's cramping legs. Reaching down, Butch removed one of his red knee socks. Before releasing his breathless opponent from the ring ropes, the smelly sock was stuffed into the drooling mouth, which hung open.
Mercifully untangling Samantha from the ropes, Butch then led the wobbly jobber to her feet. Seizing wrist and elbow, Butch flung Sami into the far ropes. When Samantha rebounded off the ropes, a lifted boot to the chest, sent the poor tranny to the mat with a thunderous thud.
Lifted by her hair, Samantha was up again, and flung to the opposite ropes. A perfectly placed clothesline sent Samantha back to the mat in a collapsing, spinning heap.
Up again, Samantha looked noticeably dazed and confused, as she mumbled incoherently through the sock. The pretty jobber was lifted overhead, spun around twice, and held above the ring for several long seconds while the audience cheered the show of strength. Stepping aside, Butch let gravity slam the hapless jobber, stomach first, onto the ring canvas.
The villain grabbed Samantha by the ankles, and rolled her onto her back. As the crowd cheered, The Masked Menace pulled Sami's legs over her spent body. Butch straddled and sat down above his victim's head. Then, carefully hooked one of his legs over each of Samantha's legs. With a leg over each outstretched leg, Samantha had been folded in two. Then, pulling Sami's head between his powerful, black fishnet clad thighs, the tightly bound package was completed. The beaten tranny was locked into this spine numbing headscissors, folded in half.
Samantha was tapping out furiously against her own leg, but the hold was not quickly released. Reaching for the trapped, exposed crotch, the masked wrestler was not about to let go until a complete submission was had. Pulling the thong aside, Butch went to work on the stiffened member under the tan pantyhose. Wet, creamy spurts, squeezed into the nylon fabric, and everyone knew who ultimately surrendered. Butch had gained the theatrical win, but also, now enjoyed a poignant revenge.
Finally releasing Samantha, the night's winner rolled up to stand, as if it had merely been a good workout. Samantha on the other hand, tossed side to side, holding her soaked crotch with both hands, moaning into the sock with a mewling whimper.
Danica stood, clapping, “We are going to need you out here next month for The Rematch.” The pleased substitute villain nodded and acknowledged the profusely cheering crowd. Sami attempted to decline the invitation for a rematch. But, couldn't muster the words through the matted sock, “Nuh, nuhmm, nnnhhhmmm!” Danica was having none of it, and promised the joyful, horny audience to bring the new masked wrestler back next month for an encore visit.
THE END
