Katie was smiling. She had invited fans, reporters, friends, everyone, really, to her own house to see the fight between her and Caity Lotz. Lotz had accepted the challenge but kept her mouth shut, and Katie knew it was because Lotz already knew she’d lose.
Katie came out in a sequined shirt and black leather pants, wearing high heels on her feet. Caity came out wearing a white taint top and black yoga pants, her expression calm. Katie couldn’t wait to provoke fear into her cool and collected face. She walked up to Lotz with one hand on her hip.
“You ready to be my bitch today?” she asked Lotz, who only smiled faintly. “Fuck you.”
Katie slugged Caity Lotz in the face, but just as she made contact Caity grabbed Katie’s arm and pulled her down to her own wooden floor. Caity jumped on top of her fallen opponent and started punching her in the face.
Grunting, Katie struggled to get Caity off of her, and once she did she attempted to kick Caity in the stomach. Caity dodged the kick and clubbed Katie in the throat with her forearm. Caity smirked as Katie Cassidy fell to her knees. She kicked Katie in the ass, sending her face flat to the floor. Then she stomped on Katie’s back.
Katie struggled and squirmed but she was beginning to realize that Lotz was stronger than her. She grunted and screamed in frustration and Caity finally reached down and picked her up, her hands on her hips.
“Get YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!” Katie ordered, but Caity responded by punching her in the gut repetitively as she held her in the air. Then she let go and Katie flopped right back to the ground, her shirt sliding up to show her tanned body. Caity stepped on Katie’s crotch, putting pressure on it. Katie screamed in agony but tried to hold her pride together. That’s when Caity lifted her foot and kicked her as hard as she could in the pussy.
Katie squealed like a bitch. “Please!”
Caity bent down to get to Katie’s level. She straddled Katie Cassidy’s hips and rubbed her hands down her humiliated opponent’s back. She gave her a quick spank. Then she slid Katie’s high heels off. “You prepped for this ass whipping, didn’t you?” Katie squirmed underneath Lotz but she was being dominated. She felt her pants slide down her legs as Caity pulled them off, and then tore off her shirt, leaving Katie in a lace bra and thong, exposed in front of everyone.
Caity grabbed Katie’s boobs and flipped her over, punching her in the face over and over again. Katie was in complete shock. She had always thought she was so strong, and Caity was owning her in her own house. The fans cheered Caity on as she tore Katie to pieces.
Caity took Katie by the ankles and dragged her across the wooden floor, Katie screaming the whole way as she got splinters in uncomfortable places. Then the dominant Lotz picked Katie up and put her over her lap. She lifted her hand and started slapping Katie’s juicy ass relentlessly, the satisfying smack of her hand on the once confident woman’s butt music to Caity’s ears.
“Admit that I destroyed you.”
“You destroyed me!” Katie squealed.
“Use my name. Full sentences.”
“Caity Lotz whipped my ass…she made me her bitch.” Katie gritted her teeth as she said it, feeling her dignity leak out slowly.
“Good.” Caity then picked up Katie and opened the door to carry her outside, the fans and reporters following her with their cameras.
“What are you-no…” Katie whimpered, when Caity started heading towards the edge of the house. Caity walked over to a cement block and lifted the lid, the terrible stench of the neighborhood sewage tank filling the air. “NO!”
Caity slowly lifted the struggling, pathetic Katie Cassidy over the edge, unhooking her bra. She grabbed on to Katie’s green thong and dangled her over the edge. “AAAAAH!!” Katie screamed, in pain from the thong wedgie, in fear because her face was inches away from what was essentially a giant hot tub of shit.
“Please. Caity Lotz…kicked my butt…” she started, before there was a snap and Katie plunged into the deep sewage tank with a loud scream and a giant splash. Her bra and her broken thong stayed afloat on the surface, all that was left of the once confident Katie Cassidy.
Smirking, Caity walked inside, took her shoes off and replaced them with Katie’s high heels as she walked into her car and left, wearing the shoes of her victim.
