A short time later, Crystal was called out to make her debut and the already rowdy crowd burst into life upon seeing the Blonde Bombshell make her way to the top of the ramp. Crystal let her nerves settle in for a second trying to take it all in and tried not thinking about the Housewives. She waved out playfully to the crowd, tussling her long blonde hair sending it cascading down over her shoulders, flowing down her back. Stepping forward slowly in her white ankle wrap 3 inch stiletto heels, Crystal looked to die for, scantily clad in a sexy lingerie outfit that seemed to be sewn custom for her flawless frame. The baby blue material was the perfect contrasting color against her dark tan skin, and left little to the imagination hardly covering any of her bodacious body. The tight push up bra strained to keep 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 which glistened in the arena lights. A matching lacey baby blue thong went high over her curvy hips and barely covered her crotch, and a white garter belt adorned her waist and was strapped to her white thigh hi stockings which ended in a thick lacey pattern on her meaty thighs. The blonde’s heart shape ass was parted perfectly by the miniscule T-back thong, leaving most of her fleshy cheeks exposed, the thin material holding it together looking like dental floss. Her hips swishing side to side as she slowly made her way down the ramp hi-fiving a few lucky fans in the front row.
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The crowd grew even louder for now standing at the top of the ramp came out the Housewives! They strode down to the ring with their shopping cart full of things, and the crowd was roaring, having loved watching them in action last week. Attached to the cart were some souvenirs from last week, including Katya’s Cowgirl shorts, Katya’s dress that Arlene stripped from her in the locker room, and the Hooter’s Girl top. The fans were already on their feet, chanting and screaming for the duo to fuck the blonde up, clapping and hi-fiving them as they walked down the ramp. The sadistic pair makes their way to the ring and nervously Crystal backs up into a corner scarred shitless. The Housewife Phyllis slides under the ropes and Arlene makes her way over to corner of the ring pushing the shopping cart along with her.
The referee called the girls together and the blonde was clearly scared, giving up a few inches to the woman staring at her. Phyllis smiled, her blue painted face twisting a little, “Crystal is it…welcome to the ring…on behalf of the Housewives I am honored to announce that what we did to Katya the bleached blonde whore Cow Girl and Tasha The Hooters whore last week was a warm up for tonight…I hope you’re ready for some pain slut…You won’t be walking backstage on your own tonight!” Crystal swallowed the lump in her throat, the blonde scared shitless and wanting no part of this match, looking for a way out as soon as possible. The referee was just finishing going over the rules and Phyllis bounced forward firing a jarring open handed slap blasting across the blonde’s face. Crystal backpedaled with her hand cupping her stinging cheek, clearly not ready for the bout to start. Phyllis never let up and the Housewife's closed fist slammed flush into the blonde's wide-open midsection, Crystal clearly wasn’t prepared for tonight’s match, as she didn’t even offer a defense to the punch. Crystal immediately doubled over from the power packed punch, allowing the Housewife to step up to the hunched over beauty and help herself to two handfuls of long blonde hair. Now bent at the waist, she stumbled forward in pain as the Housewife yanked the blonde’s head side to side. Crystal never got her bearing as the Phyllis's knee barreled upward and slammed into the blonde’s lower stomach catching her just above her sexy thong.
“Let’s go for a walk bitch!” Phyllis hissed, and Crystal struggled to draw air. The Housewife still had a tight grip upon the beauties hair and then began ripping her about like a rag doll. "Let gooooo!" A shriek of pain echoed out as Crystal was pulled painfully in tow, the Housewife hell bent on making an early statement as she dragged the helpless beauty around in circles. Crystal was hunched over and struggling to break free, wildly pawing at the Housewife’s hands, but Phyllis dragged the aching blonde towards her corner, where Arlene was already standing on the ring apron with a plunger hidden behind her. “Time for the fun to start!” Arlene yelled out. The blonde's back slammed into the turnbuckle, and from outside the ring Arlene drove the base of her wooden plunger blasting into the side of Crystal's head. Crystal groaned in agony, her face whipped to the side as the butt end of the wooden shaft hammered into her temple, the blonde saw stars and never got a chance to defend herself. “This is going to be a treat!” Arlene chuckled, and already had the plunger cocked back, this time the wooden base barreled into the blonde's exposed ribs.
Crystal’s body jostled to the side, and the blonde’s legs gave out, the beauty slumped to the mat trying to focus, one hand coming up to hold her aching ribcage, the other supporting her weight. The referee came charging over screaming at Arlene, but it was to late for poor Crystal who was still kneeling on the canvas trying to draw breath. “On your knees already! You weak willed cxnt…this should help clear things up!” Phyllis made sure the ref was still distracted with Arlene, and then took something from her robe pocket, the Housewife standing over the aching blonde. Bending down slightly Phyllis opened her hand, drew a deep breath and then exhaled sharply sending small grains of black powder flying into Crystal’s face. “My eyeessss!” Crystal shrieked, and instantly began coughing and gagging, wildly pawing at her eyes as Phyllis blew the remainder of the pepper out of her hand and then quickly wiped it on her robe. The sexy blonde continued rubbing her eyes and struggling to catch her breath, her eyes coated with tears and burning painfully.
Phyllis stepped forward, her hands latching tightly on the kneeling blonde's hair, each hand holding a thick clump on either side of her head and then the Housewife ripped her arms violently apart yanking Crystal’s hair outward. "Eiiiiiiihhhhhhh!" Crystal shrieked and her hands came up to stop the attack upon her scalp, the blonde pawing at Phyllis’s wrists trying to pry her hair free. The Housewife continued pulling her arms out to the sides yanking on the blonde’s hair, and without warning Phyllis violently brought her kneecap flying forward, slamming it squarely into Crystal's right breast. “Ohhhh Gooooddd!” Crystal’s face contorted in agony, her ample breast flesh painfully flattened against her chest like a pancake, the sexy bra proving no protection from the grueling blow, the little wrestling training she had received could never prepare her for the attack upon her bosom. Crystal cupped her aching mammary, her hand gingerly trying to massage away some of the searing pain from her pulsing orb, but Phyllis still had a hold of the blonde's hair and yanked backward.
“Get up cxnt!” Phyllis screamed, and the blonde was hair hauled to her feet. Hands cupping her aching orb, the Housewife reared back and flung Crystal stumbling backward, the turnbuckle stopping her momentum. Crystal's upper back blasted into the padding and Phyllis wasted no time charging forward, the Housewife lowered a shoulder and went full steam barreling into the blonde's tight stomach. Crystal moaned as her body was mashed into the turnbuckle, the blonde stunner dazed, her arms hanging limply over the top rope. Crawling up from the arena floor, Arlene leapt up onto the ring apron, and then secured the blonde's limp arms in place over the top rope. Crystal panicked, “Let me go!” she yelled in fear when her arms weren’t able to move. Phyllis dropped back a step and sent her forearm flying forward painfully smacking directly across the blonde's exposed upper breasts. Arlene had no trouble holding onto the blonde’s arms, and Phyllis yelled, "You have no idea what these funbags are going to look like when we are through with them you fake titted bitch!" while repeating the move, a violent backhand slash knocking the blonde’s breasts about on her chest. Crystal’s eyes were still burning from the pepper, and the blonde’s breast were bouncing on her chest when her ribs were hammered by a closed fisted punch. From outside the ring, Arlene released the blonde’s right arm and then Phyllis stepped up with a forearm blasting into the side of the blonde’s head. Crystal stumbled backward against the turnbuckle, and the referee came running over to stop the double team.
“Ugly slut!” Phyllis’s screamed, her forearm was flying forward again, hammering into the side of the stunned blonde’s head, and Crystal staggered out of the corner. Stepping forward like she had one to many cocktails, Crystal looked drunk as she took two steps forward and then stumbled over her ankle wrapped stilettos and went down chest first to the canvas. Smiling, the Housewife went right back on the attack seeing that the referee was still distracted with Arlene. Phyllis reached into her robe, “This is going to hurt…a lot, that’s a promise!” she hissed, rummaging around for a few seconds before her hand came out holding a small metal object. Things didn’t look good for Crystal who was laying chest down on the mat, and Phyllis began sliding a set of brass knuckles over the fingers or her right hand. Straddling the blonde’s back with her legs, Phyllis’s right hand came up and the Housewife slammed the steel knuckles into the side of the blonde’s head. A dull thud echoed out and Crystal’s body seemed to go limp under the weight of the Housewife, as her temple took the grueling blow. Phyllis looked shocked that it only took one punch, but wanted to make sure she did some damage. “You weak cxnt!” The Housewife’s arm flew up and the knuckles cracked home into the back of the blonde's skull. Phyllis quickly ripped the brass knuckles off her hand and then slid them back inside her robe just as the referee spun back around getting Arlene back under control and off the ring apron.
Phyllis stood of the motionless blonde and put her hands up in the air, the referee running over and wondering what the hell happened seeing Crystal’s incredible lingerie clad body lying motionless on the mat. Phyllis chose to get in the ref’s face, and from outside the ring Arlene didn’t miss a beat, the Housewife slid under the bottom rope and grabbed the blonde’s stocking covered ankles. In one strong heave Arlene slid Crystal’s body along the mat dragging her right under the rope, the blonde falling from the ring and landing with a thud on the concrete floor. The wind left Crystal’s body, her breasts smashing down painfully to the cold arena floor, and the blonde was in a world of trouble. “My turn to have some fun you filthy whore!” Arlene smiled, and helped herself to two handfuls of the blonde’s long locks ripping the stunned beauty to a standing position, the nearby crowd screaming and yelling wanting to see the blonde fucked up real good. “Time for a face life bitch!” Tightening her grip on Crystal's long hair, Arlene spun around and sent the dazed blonde stumbling forward head first into the steel steps. Crystal's eyes went wide and the busty blonde couldn’t get her arms up in time, the Goddess went crashing face first into the metal steps unable to slow her momentum. A boom echoed out, the metal steps jostling in place, and the blonde was now left lying stunned sprawled chest first on the concrete floor, her hand came up to hold her aching forehead, heeled feet kicking out in pain.
“Time for some good ole’ fashion Housewife fun!” Arlene went to her shopping cart and the Housewife ran back over with a burlap sack of some kind, sliding the dark brown material directly over Crystal's head. “That ugly face looks better already…what do the call the girls with the good bodies and busted up mugs…that’s it your’e a “but’her” face!” Crystal was hardly aware of what was happening to her, still trying to clear the cobwebs, when suddenly everything went dark as the dark material cut off all sources of light. Crystal panicked as everything but the pain was suddenly gone, Arlene wasting no time began tying the strings in place under her chin, securing the sack tightly in place over the blonde's head. “It’s probably better that you don’t see what’s coming anyway!” Arlene yelled leaving Crystal hunched over and frantically pawing at the strings of the sack, the Housewife dashed back over to her shopping cart. The Housewife grabbed a leather belt and stormed back over to the blonde who was clueless to the forthcoming attack, still fiddling with the sack. “Here comes that pain…but you don’t know where!” Standing to the side, Arlene pulled the belt back and then slashed the leather directly across the blonde’s exposed back. A shriek of pain filled the air, and Crystal wildly thrashed on the arena floor screaming as the unyielding leather tore into her tender spine catching her completely by surprise. Before Crystal could even begin to defend herself the leather slashed down tearing into her thong-covered ass. “My assssss!” A high pitched squeal filled the air as Crystal's other ass cheek took a smack, the fleshy mound jiggling about, each meaty cheek now bright red.
Crystal frantically ripped and tugged at the strings around her neck but pain suddenly exploded in the back of her thigh as the leather belt hit home again. Crystal's leg gave out, and still unable to see, the blonde was helpless as the harsh leather tore into her upper back for a second time, her flesh on fire. “Here comes a perfect shot!” Arlene yelled, and now on all fours the blonde's incredible ass, sticking almost pornographically in the air, was on the receiving end of the next slash. Crystal had no way to defend herself, unable to see when or if an attack was coming, and the blonde shrieked in agony as her tender derrière was violently spanked again. The blonde finally got a reprieve as the ref slid under the bottom rope and charged over stopping Arlene's rampage. It took a few seconds to restrain the Housewife, and that gave Crystal the much-needed time to rip the burlap sack from her head. Crystal's eyes were coated with tears, her cheeks bright red, and the gorgeous gals hands came down to cup her slashed ass. Arlene and the ref were still yelling at one another and Crystal never saw Phyllis slide under the bottom ring rope. “You ain’t getting off that easy!” The Housewife pulled Crystal’s hands from her blistered ass and yanked the blonde up to her feet. Aching and abused, “Please…leave me alone!” Crystal offered little resistance as she was spun around and doubled over by a grueling right cross to the stomach. The blonde's head came down and Phyllis began forcing it between her thighs, trapping Crystal's head perfectly in a standing head scissors.
Those in the front row roared in approval, Crystal bent over perfectly at waist level, her incredible ass slashed and beaten raw was again sticking provocatively in the air, the high cut thong barely covering her meaty red cheeks. “Let me go!” Crystal immediately panicked as pressure slowly began building in her head, she felt her temples pounding and desperately thrashed back and forth in hopes of freeing herself. Phyllis’ hands snaked forward and secured a tight grip on the sexy thong, Crystal having no idea of the forthcoming pain. “Sluts and their dental floss thongs…when will they learn” Phyllis tightened her grip on the already thin material and the Housewife evilly ripped backward, pulling up as hard as she could. “Nooooo! It hurts!” An ear-piercing shriek of agony filled the air as the material buried itself deep into Crystal’s tender crotch. The crowd was going wild as Phyllis continued pulling back evilly, the blonde screaming like a banshee as the material was wedging into her aching womanhood. A few more bucks and Crystal managed to fee herself, the blonde dropping to the cold concrete floor trying her best to pry the thong from her aching crotch. “Don’t bother fixing it bitch…you’re getting stripped tonight!” Phyllis continued the assault, the Housewife bending forward latching onto the blonde’s hair and began hauling her upward of the ground, causing Crystal to scramble to her knees to alleviate the pain in her scalp. The referee’s attention was back on the two legal girls in the match, and he never saw Arlene rummaging around the shopping cart. Arlene came running back over and just as Phyllis distracted the referee, the Housewife began jamming a bar of soap in Crystal’s mouth.
Weakened and aching, the blonde tried to stop Arlene, but the Housewife had little trouble jamming the bar into Crystal’s mouth. “Time to clean you up dirty slut!” Arlene laughed; watching as Crystal’s enchanting eyes went wide as the bar of soap was fully lodged in her mouth, the blonde pawing at Arlene’s hands to little effect. Arlene held the bar tightly in place and Crystal was forced to swallow, her stomach churning as the taste was unlike anything she experienced. Gagging, Crystal fell backward, and luckily the bar flew from her mouth, chunks still embedded in her glistening pearly whites, leaving a horrendous after taste behind. Phyllis saw the blonde spitting and coughing and finally stormed away from the ref, ready to get back to her fight. With two handfuls of hair, Phyllis painfully pried the lingerie-clad hottie back up to her feet and the Housewife began dragging Crystal back to the ring. “Face lift time!” The Housewife tightened her grip upon the blonde’s long locks and then slammed her face first into the unforgiving ring apron. Crystal saw stars as her nose exploded in pain when it was mashed into apron, the Housewife maintaining her hold on the blonde’s hair, prying her head backward. Maintaining her grip, the Housewife pulled backward and then drove forward driving Crystal’s face slamming down into the apron a second time. Still spitting out chunks of soap, Crystal could do little as she was hair hauled back and then her midsection was crushed by the wooden base of the plunger, Arlene driving it tip first right into the blonde’s belly button.
The blonde’s legs buckled, and she crumbled to the ground gasping for air and trying to fight through the pain filling her incredible body. “Let’s go!” Grabbing her forearm, Phyllis dragged the aching beauty towards the ring, and had little trouble pushing her up and sliding the blonde under the bottom rope wanting to take the fight back into the ring. Crystal lifelessly rolled across the mat holding her destroyed body, while Phyllis jumped onto the ring apron talking with her partner Arlene who was over by the shopping cart. Phyllis continued talking to Arlene for a few seconds, and then slid back in the ring ready to resume her rampage. The Housewife stalked forward and when she came within a few feet of the aching blonde Crystal knew it was now or never. Phyllis was about to grab the blonde’s hair, but Crystal’s arm was already back and the blonde drove her forearm flying upward blasting square into her opponent’s crotch. Phyllis never saw the upper cutting forearm coming and it dropped her to her knees, her lower body exploding with pain. Crystal body was broken, and the blonde was in far too much pain to mount an immediate attack, but she’d gained precious time to recover. Crystal held one hand to her bright red stinging ass, while the other clutched the ropes for support, never taking her eyes off of Phyllis who was writhing on the mat in pain and shocked from the attack.
The referee ran over and checked on Crystal, and that’s when Arlene burst into action from outside the ring. Arlene slid under the bottom rope and quickly pushed the other Housewife, the aching Phyllis, right under the bottom ring rope. Arlene lay on the mat, pretending she was Phyllis and began acting like it was her crotch that was aching, Crystal nor the ref any wiser to the quick switch. The ref spun back around coming over to check on who he thought was Phyllis and walked over. Arlene still was pretending she was hurt, yet waved the approaching referee away, and the stripped shirt man went back to Crystal. The ref was bent over checking on Crystal, when Arlene leapt up to her feet and ran to the corner of the ring, pawing at the strings on the top turnbuckle. The Housewife ripped at the strings and had little trouble ripping all of the turnbuckle’s padding away, exposing a big metal buckle. The suddenly reenergized Housewife stormed across the ring, pushing the surprised ref away and Crystal’s eyes were wide with fear having no idea how Phyllis could be standing.
Unwise to the fact it was Arlene in the ring, the Housewife bent down and had little trouble helping herself to two handfuls of disheveled hair. A pain filled scream filled the air, Arlene yanking the battered blonde off the canvas dragging her up to a wobbly standing position. Crystal was painfully forced to walk behind the marching Housewife, who stopped near the doctored corner of the ring and then slammed Crystal face first into where the padded turnbuckle should have been. Crystal’s face exploded in pain, instead of meeting padding, the blonde’s nose slammed down into the exposed metal. "Time for a make over cxnt!" The blonde got no chance to slow the brutal attack as her nose was painfully driven down a second and third time. Tears coated her eyes, and finally Crystal’s hands came up and grabbed the top rope slowing the Housewife’s attack. Arlene was still holding tightly on Crystal’s hair, and the Housewife changed tactics, dragging the beauty towards the center of the ring. The Housewife grabbed onto the blonde’s forearm, and spun Crystal around and then sent her whipping into the corner of the ring. Crystal’s mouth hung open as her spine met steel, the blonde moaned in agony while her began to crumple forward slowly.
Crystal’s body was sliding forward and the now hunched over blonde couldn’t defend herself as Arlene’s right knee shot upward catching blonde square on the nose. “My face!” Crystal screamed and staggered backwards as her nose exploded with pain, tears coated her gorgeous eyes, and both hands holding her aching nose. Arlene walked up to her, bent low and pulled blonde’s legs out from under her sending the beauty flipping down to the mat. Just as soon as blonde’s back hit the canvas, Arlene twisted her legs upward and spun Crystal around in place on the canvas. Gasping for breath, the blonde was laying chest first on the mat and Arlene tightened her grip on the beauties stocking covered ankles “Here comes the pain!” she yelled out and slapped on a Boston Crab. Arlene leaned back stretching the aching Goddess’s body awkwardly back and off the canvas and soon Crystal’s painful cries filled the air. Arlene was grinning from ear to ear as she reared back while Crystal was futilely thrashing in hopes of breaking free of the torturous hold having no idea how to escape the grueling hold. “Let go…please…my back!” The blonde’s shapely legs strained against the forearms and biceps of Arlene, but she was stuck in place and wildly looking for a way out of the torment. Fighting through the pain, Crystal tried to push herself off the mat slowly and began trying to crawl to the ropes. After keeping the hold locked in for a few more seconds, Arlene released the blonde’s legs, spun around and slammed her knee down into blonde’s aching lower back. Arlene rose to her feet and before blonde could react, she slammed her elbow hammering down right into Crystal’s back
Again, Crystal was brought to her feet, Arlene holding her limp forearm, the Housewife tightened her grip, spun around and around, and then whipped harshly into the exposed steel turnbuckle. Her sore back slammed into the exposed steel and pain filled her aching spine, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream. Before Crystal could move, Arlene shot forward and slammed her shoulder into the blonde’s tight stomach blasting the wind from her. The momentum drove her spine directly into the exposed metal buckle, and Crystal screamed out in pain. Pulling the Goddess from the corner a few feet, Arlene bellied up to Crystal’s back, the Housewife quickly locking her arms around the blonde’s tiny waist from behind and lifted the beauty into the air. Arlene struggled for footing for a few seconds, and then spun around and drove Crystal’s China Doll face slamming down into the exposed metal turnbuckle. Both girls were sent crashing down to the mat, Crystal thrashing like a fish out of water, the aching Goddess screamed in agony as her flawless face met the harsh steel, the metal buckle leaving a bright red imprint in the middle of her forehead. The blonde’s eyes were coated with tears that trickled down her flushing cheeks and her hands shot up to try to ease away the throbbing sensation in her head that was now ringing.
“Let’s see what you got hiding here…we had so much fun last week with those other sluts tits!” Arlene quickly bent over the hurting blonde, latched onto the bra-clasp, and snapped her fingers together unclasping the lacey material. The Housewife pulled Crystal up to her feet, latched onto the sexy bra and had no problem swiping it clean from Crystal’s body sending it fluttering to the mat. “Those things look like fukin’ melons!” Arlene hissed, perhaps out of jealousy seeing the perfect orbs glistening in the arena lights. The crowd went wild, Crystal's fake tits flopped around her chest, her large nipples popped erect immediately on their exposure to the chilly air “Let’s show these off…shall we?” the blonde found her arms were suddenly being pulled over her head as Arlene’s were snaked inside of hers. Before she knew what had happened, Crystal found herself trapped helplessly in the center of the ring stuck in a full nelson. With her arms raised high overhead, and her shoulders pulled back, Crystal's perfect fake tits were on full display for all to see, and the crowd was deafening.
The referee’s eyes were glued to the breasts, and who could blame him, while the blonde screamed for release as Arlene roughly forced the trapped beauty around the ring slowly, parading her proud puppies for each side of the fans to see. Crystal's head hung down lifelessly, her long hair slightly covering her breasts, which hung like two perfect melons on her tiny frame. Arlene wouldn't hear of this and she sadistically shook Crystal's body, making her bare boobs jiggle and bounce uncontrollably, much to the delight of the crowd. The Housewife again relished the feeling of dominance as she paraded her trophy around the ring, ensuring to stop at each side so the crowd could get a good, long look at her naked hanging tits. But, Arlene got careless, or perhaps underestimated Crystal’s condition, for the blonde was able to free her arms by dropping straight down on her ass. As Arlene staggered back somewhat knocked off balance, “I quit!” Crystal immediately cupped her bare breasts in her hands and started to scramble on her knees toward the edge of the ring. Arlene ran after her but was a second late as the blonde rolled under the ring landing right at Phyllis's feet.
“Where the fuck do you think you are going…you have a long night of pain ahead of you Blondie!” Phyllis stood waiting, the Housewife already brandishing a metal cane, which she drove the small end flying right into the blonde’s lower spine. Crystal shrieked as the hard tip blasted into her back and the sexy blonde fell to the ground having no way to brace for the impact. Phyllis took the cane up again and drove the butt end square into Crystal’s head catching her flush in the side of her face. Crystal’s hands left her spine and the blonde was clearly shaken from the blow to the head trying to brace herself as she fell to the cool arena floor. “Nighty night bitch!” Phyllis slid down to her knees and placed the cane directly over Crystal’s throat and began choking out the dazed blonde while straddling her tiny waist. Crystal’s stocking covered legs kicked wildly giving those lucky fans in the front row a view of her thong covered crotch. The blonde’s eyes bulged as she struggled to get breath when the Housewife atop of her fired a closed punch to the side of her head. The blonde saw stars as her face was blasted to the side, stunning her while Phyllis changed tactics. Phyllis reached down and began pulling Crystal off the arena floor and latched onto her long locks from behind. In seconds, the blonde’s face was speeding downward, pain exploding in her forehead as she went face first into the side of the ring apron. Hands still locked in her hair, Phyllis repeated the jarring move again and again, and after the third time the blonde found herself sprawled on the arena floor spread eagle and motionless.
Getting no rest, the topless beauty was hoisted off the floor and jammed under the bottom rope. “Thanks for joining me…I was getting lonely!” Arlene was right there waiting and latched onto the beauties limp wrist dragging her off the mat. Crystal's glazed over eyes bulged and the blonde found herself hunched over and being choked out by Arlene who had her in a textbook side headlock. The ref still distracted by Crystal’s flopping breasts, and was clueless that Phyllis had quietly slid in the ring and now stood behind him with a thick metal frying pan already cocked back. The flat end of the pan slammed home, a pang echoed out and the ref crumpled to the ground, Crystal’s eyes went wide with fear, as her only chance of savior was knocked unconscious. Trapped in the side headlock, the blonde’s legs getting weaker by the second, and she struggled to stay conscious unable to draw breath. “Batter up!” Phyllis yelled and the blonde suddenly wailed in agony as her tender derriere exploded in pain when Phyllis slashed her metal frying pan across her ass. Arlene tightened her choke hold on Crystal’s neck and the blonde screamed for help as her incredible ass was slashed again, welts covering the two perfect mounds of flesh. The blonde was sobbing when Phyllis tossed the metal pan to the ground watching as Arlene positioned herself to the side of it and dropped the blonde face first onto the pan in a stunning DDT. Crystal groaned as she went face first into the metal, the arena seemed to be spinning as the blonde had no idea what was happening to her as she was pulled off the mat and lead over to the center of the ring.
Crystal was stunned and pain shot through her body as she laid face first on the mat sprawled out in the center of the ring. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her, and the blonde Goddess gasped when Arlene’s body crashed down on her lower back knocking the wind out of her. Driving her kneecap into the small of the blonde’s back, Arlene reached forward and latched onto two thick handfuls of blonde hair and wildly began pulling back. “My haiiiiirrrr!” Crystal shrieked as her scalp blazed to life in pain and she began to fear her beautiful long blonde hair would be ripped from her head. Her face was pursed in pain as her upper body was literally ripped off the mat as Arlene continued rearing back using the blonde’s locks like they were handles. Arlene yanked back one painful time before finally letting go of Crystal's long locks, allowing the blonde's head to drop forward to the mat. Arlene, still with a knee in the blonde’s lower back, quickly reached forward and wrapped her hands around the aching beauties throat. Crystal gagged as suddenly the psycho’s vice like grip tightened around her neck cutting off any air supply, the blonde wildly kicking her legs trying to thrash free.
Phyllis, who spent the last few seconds rummaging around the shopping cart, slid back in the ring and pinned the blonde’s legs together. Phyllis slid a nasty looking spiked ring over three of her fingers so the spikes were facing the underside on her palm. The Housewife's right hand flew upward and then slashed down against Crystal’s thong covered ass. Crystal’s shrieked as the spikes whipped across her fleshy ass cheek, her tender behind feeling like a leather belt whipped her derriere. Up and down Phyllis brought her hand, each time the spikes of the ring slashed across the blonde's reddening ass cheeks. “No…please…I can’t take it” Crystal screamed out, and sexily thrashed her hips up and down like she was humping the canvas, her ass felt like it was on fire under the flurry of open hand spanks, her head lolling side to side as she struggled for breath, which wasn’t coming.
Arlene, perched on Crystal's lower back, reached forward and grabbed both of Crystal’s wrists. The blonde had no idea what was happening, but soon Arlene had Crystal’s arms pulled back and began putting her in a camel clutch. Arlene had both of Crystal's arms draped over her knees and the Housewife reached forward and pulled back on the blonde’s neck. Crystal had no idea what to do as her back felt like it would pop any second, and her exposed breasts were seductively thrust outward. Her feet kicked out wildly, to no avail, as the blonde was helpless in the center of the ring, the sadistic Housewife again rearing back on her neck taking the pain to a new level. The stuck blonde Goddess screamed for submission, screamed for help, screamed for release, but nothing came except the pain. The pain steadily built in the blonde’s back as Arlene continued tugging backward ripping the blonde’s neck again and again. While the assault was going on, Phyllis climbed up the corner ropes, spun around and slid her ass on the top turnbuckle. Phyllis yelled out, "Drag the bitch over!" Arlene gave one final jarring tug on the blonde’s neck and then stood up, Crystal’s hand coming up to her aching spine, while the other massaged her ravaged ass. Grabbing her by the feet, Arlene dragged the helpless blonde over to where Phyllis lay in wait, wooden plunger in hand, sitting astride the top turnbuckle. When Arlene had Crystal positioned near the corner of the ring, Phyllis sprang off the ropes and slammed the end of the plunger right into the small of Crystal's back.
The blonde trashed as the sick duo continued to abuse her aching spine, but the blonde was not going to get rest any time soon. Again, Crystal was yelling in pain as Phyllis’s foot came forward, blasting into her back, the Housewife bending down and latching onto the blonde’s limp hands. Pulling back on the Crystal’s arms, and putting her booted foot in the center of her back, the aching blonde was suddenly trapped in a surfboard. Crystal’s breasts came up thrust out and on display as her upper body was ripped backward in the torturous hold, the blonde screaming, her shoulders being ripped backward unnaturally. Phyllis pulled back while her foot was driving Crystal down to the mat, a terrible burn filling both of her shoulders. Wanting to dish out even more pain, Phyllis wildly began stomping her foot down into Crystal’s upper back, while she continued pulling the blonde’s wrists backward. Crystal’s upper body would jarringly shoot forward each time Phyllis’s foot kicked down, the blonde’s shoulders feeling like they were going to pop from their sockets. Stomp, cry of pain, stomp, cry of pain, stomp Phyllis was hell bent on hurting Crystal and stomped away like a woman possessed. The blonde’s long hair whipped wildly about and the aching Goddess could only scream and beg for an end to the torment, “I give…please I quit…no more!”
An end, or rather a break, in the torment finally came, as Phyllis pulled Crystal off the mat. The blonde was a mess, her disheveled hair covering her face, and she was far to week to even slow the Housewife from dragging her over to the ropes. Phyllis had no trouble sliding the blonde’s arms upward draping them over the top rope, her thong covered ass now resting on the bottom rope, keeping her supported. “You are fucked now slut…this is not going to end well for you!” Arlene hissed, and slid between the ropes, standing up on the ring apron and began pulling the middle rope upward, while inside the ring Phyllis held the battered blonde’s arms in place over the top rope. “Oh no...You wouldn’t…not this please no!” In seconds poor Crystal’s arms were pulled wide from her torso, pinning the blonde helplessly in place with her arms now bound in the ring ropes. The incredible body thrashed in place, the blonde’s breasts jiggling around wildly as she trashed against the rope bondage, “Help meeeee! Ohhh pleassssseee!” Crystal shrieked, eyes wide in fear as her arms wouldn’t move. Arlene jumped back to the arena floor, ran back to her cart and came back to the ring, smiling and holding a few strips of cloth in each hand. “My GODDDDD NO!!!!” Please…please…help me!” Crystal screamed for release, begging the referee to get up, as Arlene slid back onto the ring apron and began tying a strand of cloth around the blonde’s left wrist. “You win…I’ve had enough!” Crystal pleaded, and had no gas left in the tank, and the blonde sobbed and begged for help as her left arm was suddenly tightly tied in place against the ring rope. Phyllis was already working on the blonde’s right arm and had no problem tying it in place, the cloth tightly binding the blonde’s other arm spread wide.
The fans went crazy, and the scared shitless beauty could only scream for help that wasn’t coming, the blonde literally crucified against the ring ropes. Left in her lacey thong, thigh high stockings, and high-heeled shoes, Crystal was helpless to stop the sick duo from having their way with bound in place Goddess. “Do you have any idea what we are going to do to you…its gong to be fun…for us at least!” The Housewife smiled at the blonde, who was pleading and begging for someone to come to her aid. Phyllis paid little heed to the mindless screams, raised her right hand upward and sent a stinging backhanded slap slashing across Crystal’s exposed breasts. “I wonder if these fake fuckers will pop!” The smack echoed loudly throughout the arena and Crystal whimpered in pain, her breast shaking. Phyllis wound up again and delivered another powerful backhand smack across Crystal’s voluptuous chest, the quivering mounds bouncing around. The Housewife lowered her hand to her waist and sent a backhanded uppercut smashing into the underside of Crystal’s left breast, rocketing it upward almost smacking the blithering blonde in the face. Crystal’s enchating eyes were screwed shut so she never saw Arlene sliding back in the ring with a Ziploc baggie filled with wooden clothespins.
Things were going to get a lot worse for the blonde beauty as the Housewife dumped the bags contents onto the mat. Crystal's eyes slowly opened, wondering why she was getting a reprieve from the attack, when she saw Phyllis with a wooden clothespin in her hand. "My God no...Leave me alone please...you wouldn’t dare!" the blonde begged and thrashed her arms against their restraints to no avail. “Stop your whining bitch!” Phyllis brought the clothespin upward to the blonde's left breast and the wooden teeth clamped down on the underside of her aching mammary. Crystal wailed, the pain intense and burning, the blonde's heart dropped seeing what must have been thirty clothespins laying on the canvas. She begged and pleaded but neither Housewife listened as Arlene joined in the fun, grabbing a handful of clothespins and then went to work on the blonde's right breast.
Tears streamed down the blonde's flushed cheeks as her perfect orbs were being covered with the painful wooden clothespins. Phyllis and Arlene showed no mercy as the Housewives’ methodically went about their work clamping down the clips all over the blonde's tender tits. The bound beauty wailed, her breasts covered with the hanging wooden objects, each time one was attached a shriek filled the air, until there were only two wooden clothespins left. "Sweetie, we saved the last two for those big beefy nipples!" Arlene teased as she brought the clothespin forward, its sharp wooden teeth biting down painfully on the tender tip. “EIIIHHHHHHH!” A mindless shriek of agony filled the air, the blonde was still screaming as Phyllis repeated the process clamping the other clothespin in place over the blonde's other nipple. Crystal was a mess, her bountiful bosom was covered with wooden clothespins, hardly any of the flesh of her meaty mounds visible, and the sobbing Goddess was still bound in place helpless to defend herself.
Arlene was already at the shopping cart rummaging around for a few seconds and then hurriedly returning with a few more goodies. Sliding in the ring, the Housewife ran over to Crystal and began ripping the packaging off of another bar of soap, "This time we're going to clean that filthy mouth slut!" Arlene had the bar jammed against the blonde's lips, but Crystal's head whipped side to side, not wanting to experience tasting the soap a second time. “Open up wide!” Phyllis was already moving, sliding through the ropes and now standing on the apron, the Housewife latched onto Crystal's hair and began ripping backward. The aching beauty shrieked in pain, leaving her mouth wide open to allow the bar of soap to be jammed home tightly in place. Eyes wide, Crystal gagged as the bar of soap filled her mouth, Arlene's hand holding it in place. Still standing on the ring apron Phyllis began tying an old discolored sock around the blonde's head, the Housewife making sure it was covering Crystals soap filled mouth then knotted it in place on the back of her head. The nauseating taste was instant, the blonde's eyes bulged and she tried spitting the bar from her mouth. The sock tied around her face prevented the bar from moving outward, and the more the soap moved around in her mouth the more Crystal was forced to endure the vile taste. The bound blonde was trying to spit the bar from her mouth when everything suddenly went black, her eyes blinking in confusion yet unable to see.
“Pain is better experienced if it’s shocking…you don’t want to see what we have coming!” From outside the ring, Phyllis slid the burlap sack back over the blonde's head and the Housewife began tying the strings below Crystal's chin. Bound to the ropes, bar of soap lodged in her mouth, Crystal's muffled scream of panic filled the ring as her sense of sight was now gone. Panic filled her pain-wracked body as the blonde had no idea where either of the Housewife's were, and Crystal wildly trashed against the ring ropes helplessly held in place. Inside the burlap sack poor Crystal's eyes bulged in surprise as her already stretched thong suddenly buried itself into her crotch. “We should have jammed that bar of soap inside your stinky pussy!” Phyllis stood on the ring apron with a tight two-handed grip on the lacey material and yanked upward again, the thong working itself further into the blonde's sensitive slit. Swallowing a glob of soap coated saliva Crystal screamed and her curvy hips bucked in hopes of easing the pain but her trashing was cut short when Arlene slammed the end of the plunger into her belly.
Phyllis tugged up on the thong and began bouncing the blonde up and down, her meaty breasts flopping around uncontrollably on her chest, a few of the clothespins falling off. Crystal's body was bouncing against the ropes when Arlene spun the plunger around and slashed the fat rubber head flying across the blonde's breasts. Crystal shrieked into the bar of soap as clothespins went shooting through the air. The plunger was already flying back through the air, this time smashing into the blonde's left breast. Crystal's head flew back and she bit down on the bar of soap as pain filled her breasts, her crotch burning as Phyllis was still jarring upward on her thong. Another shot from the plunger sent both of the clothespins flying off each of the blonde's nipples. Phyllis was in mid tug when suddenly the blonde's thong snapped, the tension momentarily easing in her aching pussy which was now exposed to the crowd, her neatly trimmed pubic patch on display for all in attendance to see. Crystal was mortified, stripped nude save her sexy thigh highs, the blonde trashed against the ropes trying to free herself from her restraint to no avail.
Crystal had no clue what was happening as the attack stopped, her burlap sack covered head whipped side to side and she tried listening for any sound to give away the location of either of the Housewives. Arlene and Phyllis were both back in the ring standing only a few feet away from the blonde and simultaneously they sprang into action each grabbing a stocking covered ankle. Crystal wildly tried kicking out but was caught off guard and the Housewives had little problem sliding the blonde's legs apart and then dropping them over the top rope. Crystal’s legs were spread wide, and somehow the blonde tried to pry her thighs back together. The fans screams reached new levels, Crystal's arms were bound out wide, each stocking covered leg was draped wide over the bottom rope, and the blonde couldn't even see if an attack was coming.
The attack wasn't long in coming, like jackals going in for the kill Phyllis and Arlene approached from the side, each Housewife brandishing a little rod with long dangling straps attached to the end. Phyllis stood to the right, and Arlene moved to the left side of the blonde, and it was Phyllis who got things started. “Time to whip you like the dirty bitch you are!” Phyllis hissed, the blonde clueless to what was going to happen to her. Phyllis held the rod in the air and then snapped it down across the blonde's breast, three of the five straps bit into the tender mound. Crystal shrieked into her soap gag as it felt like her breast was torn open, but before the pain even fully sank in, her other breast was slashed by Arlene. Her torso thrashed against the makeshift bondage while the Housewives’ took turns torturing her meaty mounds. Each slash was worse than the previous as the sick duo patiently went about whipping the sobbing beauties breasts, the leather tips leaving welts in their passing as her flesh felt like it was being filleted. Other than scream in agony, Crystal could do little as her tits were slashed again and again, the leather tips stinging beyond words as her breasts were ravaged.
Phyllis was in mid swing with the rod when suddenly she was restrained from behind, the referee finally got back up from his earlier attack. “What the fuck are you doing?” The Housewife screamed, as the ref had one hand around Phyllis's waist, the stripped shirt man began calling for the bell and screaming at the Housewives. Phyllis dropped her little whip and tried fighting back but the Housewife was pulled away from the action. Now that the bell was wrung, more referees came down to help restrain the crazed duo. Arlene watched as her partner was now across the ring screaming at the ref who held her by her midsection. Arlene knew her fun was coming to an end and the Housewife looked at Crystal's bound body and knew she had little time left. Tossing the whip to the side, she backed up across the ring, then the Housewife charged forward speeding at Crystal. The blonde had no idea of the forthcoming attack, and without warning her aching and raw breasts were painfully driven flat against her chest bone by Arlene's boots. The Housewife executed a picture perfect dropkick, and the impact shook the ring, Crystal's body flipped over the top rope and her teeth chomped down on the bar of soap, the blonde swallowing chunks of the revolting pieces. Crystal's body hung on the other side of the ropes, supported by the restraints around her wrists. Suddenly the left strapped broke, the Crystal was flying down to the arena floor as the right strip snapped.
The blonde was upside down when she started the fall and crashed down to the concrete landing right on her head. A gruesome sound echoed out, her skull meeting the unforgiving concrete, and the blonde's naked body lay motionless. Inside the burlap sack, her eyes remained shut, the blow to the head knocking her out cold, and luckily for her the torment was finally over as the referees had both of the Housewives restrained and under control. The fans were screaming and chanting for more, but poor Crystal still hadn't stirred at all. Arlene and Phyllis gathered the blonde's thong and bra and attached them next to the souvenirs they collected in the first week. Both sick woman smiling, listening to the roar of the crowd as they made there way up the ramp while backstage personnel came down with a stretcher for Crystal who still hadn't moved at all. The blonde was left naked, save her sexy thigh highs, her breasts welted and bright red from the abuse, the burlap sack around her head, and a half eaten bar of soap still lodged in her mouth.
