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Michelle Trachtenberg vs Diana Agron (Match)

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Michelle Trachtenberg vs Diana Agron (Match)
« on: September 25, 2014, 11:32:32 PM »

Michelle Trachtenberg


Diana Agron


This was hardly a catfight in the traditional sense.  These were not hissing, snarling jungle beasts at war, but rather two incredibly skilled grapplers, each using her lithe body to punish the other with a dizzying array of moves and holds.  Of course, that didn't mean there wasn't a fair amount of hairpulling, scratching and even a bit of biting.

What set this contest apart from the usual catfight as well was the stipulation that the winner could have her dominatrix way with the loser.  That fate was extra incentive for both beauties to fight all the harder.

It had been an incredibly close struggle from the very start, with neither beauty able to hold the advantage for long over the other.  At long last however, it looked as if Diana had victory within her grasp, as she managed to snare her opponent in an abdominal stretch.  Michelle's supple body glistened with sweat as it was agonizingly bent, tears streaming down her face and streaking her mascara down her cheeks as she sobbed in pain.  Clearly, she was mere moments away from submitting.

But before the ignoble end came, the brunette pledged herself to one last escape attempt.  Gritting her teeth and giving a long, loud grunt, she managed to flip Agron over her hip, breaking the hold and throwing the startled blonde to the floor.  Every muscle in Trachtenberg's body screamed at her to rest and recover, but she knew she had only instants to act, so she blocked out the agony and threw herself down upon her rival, swiftly rolling Diana onto her belly and grabbing her legs as she sat upon the blonde's back.  Yanking the long limbs back as far as she could, it was not Michelle's turn to torture her foe's body, this time with a crippling Boston crab.

The moans and cries that filled the penthouse were now those of Agron as she was helpless to break free of the torment, her spine afire with paralyzing anguish.  "Give up, bitch!" Michelle rasped in an exhausted voice that was barely above a whisper, but the blonde's only reply was a howl that mixed pain with defiance.

However, defiance cannot long stand against pain such as this, and although she lasted far longer than most could endure, ultimately...inevitably...Diana shrieked out, "STOP!  I GIVE UP!!!"

With a well earned self-satisfied "HAH!", Trachtenberg releases her conquered adversary and lets her legs flop to the floor.  Rising up, the brunette limps over to a steamer trunk in the corner of the room and opens it up.  Rummaging around inside for a few moments, she selects several items and then walks back to Diana, who has buried her face into the plush carpeting to muffle her sobs as she cries in shame.  With a sinister smirk on her face, the triumphant brunette drops down to her knees next to Agron and, grabbing her hair, forces her up to her knees as well until they are facing each other.  With the tone of a victorious Amazon queen, Michelle commands her beaten rival to remove her bikini halter, which the blonde reluctantly does.

Trachtenberg then places a blindfold across the eyes of the now-topless beauty, rendering her unable to see, which only adds to her fear as her lower lip quivers in trepidation.  Diana then gives a pained shriek as a pair of clamps are placed upon her battle-hardened nipples.  Her hands instinctively fly up to grab the clamps and try and remove them, but Michelle growls, "DON'T...TOUCH!", and Agron meekly complies.

Pulling Diana onto all fours, Michelle slips a bridle between her teeth and sits upon her back.  "Now," she instructs her unwilling mount, "carry your Queen."  Reduced from proud warrior to humbled beast of burden, the blonde sobs as she crawls around the room on all fours, kept from bumping into furniture or spectators by sharp tugs of her hair, which Trachtenberg uses as reins.  Michelle positively glows as she basks in triumph, beaming a smile as the onlookers applaud her victory. 

And wallowing in her misery, Diana can only silently vow that when she beats the brunette the next time they meet, the humiliations she'll deliver upon Michelle to pay her back for this will break her in body and spirit...!