I suppose most guys would be overjoyed to be watching their wife and her friend about to take part in an erotic wrestling match right in front of them, but I was too nervous to enjoy it. I knew that my wife had been training for months along with her partner, Sonny, who was a female-to-male transsexual. He was ripped and promised to take care of her, and there would be a referee there to make sure nobody got hurt, but even so I couldn’t sleep the night before, haunted by visions of my wife getting beaten bloody and fucked until she was a drooling, incoherent mess.
If she was nervous, she didn’t show any trace of it, cool as a cucumber as her partner came over and the two of them started getting ready. This was a tryout match for Ultimate Surrender; the winners would have a shot at appearing on the website in a match and get paid after submitting a recording of the match, while the losers would get nothing more than an ass kicking and being used as the winner’s fuck toys.
I don’t know how one of these matches was typically scored, but this one was pretty simple: getting yourself off on your opponent was worth one point, forcing a submission was two, and making your opponent climax was three; the match would go until one team couldn’t continue, which would give the other team five points, and whoever had the most points would win. (This meant if one team got up six points, they could immediately cede the match and still come out on top; otherwise it seemed to me that five points for saying you couldn’t continue was a pretty hefty penalty to overcome, so my guess was whichever team gave up first would more likely than not lose the fight.)
The fight would take place at our house in the guest room, which had been cleared of furniture, with thick wrestling mats put down on the floor; one corner was marked out as my wife’s team and the one across the room was the enemy corner. There was a folding chair for me to sit in and watch.
Double teaming was allowed, but only for thirty seconds. Cameras were set up in the other two corners, as well as the ref wearing a Gopro and being wired with a mic. Sonny and Lucy had a bunch of toys to use if they won - spreaders, ball gags, cuffs, and most importantly a matching set of purple strapon dildos. In fact, their team color was purple - for the fight they were wearing purple thong bottoms, arm-ties and ankle bands. Completing the look, Lucy had sparkly purple nail and toe polish.
The enemy team arrived along with the referee, and I saw them all inside and showed them where to get changed. The ref was finished first, coming out of the master bedroom she’d changed in topless with the Gopro hanging below her fake tits, wearing just a black bikini bottom. She was a tan, buff blonde MILF retired wrestler who went by "Bunny" and looked like she wasn't going to take any shit.
Out next came the enemy team, Julie and Emmanuelle, wearing a red version of Lucy and Sonny’s outfits - red thong bottoms, arm-ties and ankle bands, as well as matching red lipstick and nail polish. Emmanuelle even had some kind of ruby-jeweled belly button ring the ref didn’t make her take off.
All four fighters went to the center of the mat to face off. It looked like they matched up physically pretty well; the two taller fighters, Sonny and Julie, were both ripped, while the shorter partners, Lucy and Emmanuelle, were both softer looking with huge curves. I looked over Sonny and Julie first - we were family friends with Sonny, and this fight had been his idea to start with; I was putting Lucy’s fate in his hands as his partner.
Sonny was six feet to Julie's five ten, but wasn't quite as wide or built as the shorter woman; he has pale skin, his hair cut short and spiky on top, and I can confidently say he was pretty handsome. His chest and stomach were completely flat, and he had smoothly muscled arms and legs; I could tell he was excited, his thick, engorged clit - his dicklet, as he liked to call it - pitching a tent in his small purple thong.
Julie was more muscle, with dark skin, her black hair piled on top of her head in a large bun in the back with thick bangs in front. She had dark, almond-shaped eyes, a small nose and a pointed little chin - she was pretty enough, I guess, but it was hard for me to judge; I just saw her as an enemy. She certainly looked formidable with powerful, muscular arms and legs, strong abs, and big, natural drooping tits, topped with small, dark nipples.
Next I checked out Lucy and Emmanuelle. Both women were about the same height, around 5'2", although Emmanuelle might've had a half inch on my wife; Lucy's tits were just a little bit bigger while Emmanuelle had slightly wider hips, but either way both women were extremely curvy with massive natural breasts and large, round butts.
My wife has long, dark hair, tied into twintails draped over her shoulders and down over the top of her big tits. She has an oval shaped face with big, beautiful green eyes and a long nose.
Emmanuelle had a round face with large features - deep, dark eyes with long eyelashes, a wide nose and a large, generous mouth with full lips. Her long, straight hair was bright pink, freshly dyed without a hint of dark roots.
Em must have picked up on my wife's nervousness as she started taunting her, saying how my wife was going to end up flat on her back with her face going right up Em's crack. Sonny and Julie were warring with words as well, Sonny promising the Asian woman she’d be riding his strapon before too long, while Julie was telling Sonny she was going to make him drink her piss before fucking his face.
Bunny came over to announce the fight was starting, shooing Lucy and Emmanuelle out of the fighting area as Sonny and Julie went toe to toe.
Sonny offered a test of strength to Julie; I didn't know this was a great idea, but I held my tongue and watched as they locked up. To my relief, Sonny was able to match Julie, using his height advantage to stop her from forcing him down to his knees. Instead she started pushing him around the mat, at first straight back into his corner, but when she saw what was happening Julie started pushing Sonny in a wide curve, until each fighter was facing into their own corner, and Julie started shoving Sonny backwards into her partner's arms.
"Sonny, look out!" Lucy yelled. "Don't let her get you in her corner!"
"I'm trying," Sonny gasped, pouring on a burst of strength. Lucy cheered as Sonny managed to push Julie back a few feet, but this was all he could manage, and I could see his energy run out as Julie stopped her backward slide, then started muscling Sonny backwards again. Despite my wife pleading with him to fight back, he was gassed, and I knew he was in big trouble as he came into Emmanuelle's range, the black fighter reaching forward and locking on a full nelson, pulling Sonny's arms back and up.
"Thirty seconds!" the referee chirped. Julie went right to work, pounding Sonny with hard punches to his body; her fists smacked into his stomach and sides repeatedly. At first, Sonny took it like a man, keeping his stomach muscles braced, but Julie's repeated power punches broke down his resistance; by fifteen he was sagging in Emmanuelle's arms, grunting with each hit, a big bruise starting to form on his belly. By twenty five he was sagging in Emmanuelle's arms, and at thirty when she released him he fell down on his knees, head on his chest, holding his stomach and panting. Emmanuelle cuffed him on the back of the head hard enough to knock him down on his chest, then grabbed his thong and ripped it off.
"All right, get him out of the corner!" the ref yelled. Julie pulled Sonny up into a headlock, walking him humiliatingly around the mats; Sonny must've been hurting badly as his opponent manhandled him easily. He gripped her right arm with his hand, but couldn't muster anything else as Julie gloatingly pulled him around.
"Sonny, fight back!" his partner pleaded. “You know how to get out of that!”
“Forget it, babe,” Julie breezed. “This boi’s done!”
She pulled Sonny over to my wife’s corner, letting him get almost close enough for the tag as Lucy reached out desperately; at the last second Julie pulled Sonny back with a giggle. “Oh, you wanted to tag him out? That’s not gonna happen, sweetie! Watch this!”
Julie released Sonny from the headlock, but it was only to lift him up away from Lucy, holding him vertical overhead for a second, then bringing him down back-first in a floor-shaking suplex, leaving Sonny gasping, flat on his back in the middle of the floor, far from his partner and safety.
"You mean witch!" Lucy howled. “Leave him alone!”
Julie ignored her, laying down on her chest in front of Sonny, pushing his legs apart and lowering her mouth to his crotch; Sonny moaned as his opponent started sucking on his dicklet, which had stayed hard through all of the punishment he’d absorbed.
“Yeah, you got him!” Emmanuelle yelled from her corner, clapping loudly. “Finish that weak white boi off!”
Julie added a hand to her attack, fingering Sonny’s hairy pussy. I could have screamed with frustration as it looked like Sonny was about to give up the whole match, his partner pleading with him to get up as his opponent’s lips flew up and down his engorged clit, her fingers roughly pumping away.
But he surprised everyone as he drew his legs back; Em shouted a warning, but it was too late as he kicked Julie, both feet slamming into her shoulders, sending her flying backwards, somersaulting five or six times before coming to rest.
Sonny got to his feet unsteadily; Lucy called for a tag, and although Sonny stopped to give Julie a long look, he backed into his corner. Lucy slapped his shoulder to make the tag and came onto the mats. Julie likewise tagged, and the two short, curvy women came out to face off.
Lucy had her hands up like a boxer; her form was good, but it was obvious she was nervous - this was her first fight since grade school, and all the training in the world could only prepare you so much. Emmanuelle must’ve caught on as well, as she clicked her tongue at my wife, the black woman’s hands planted confidently on her hips.
“You look like a scared ass little white girl,” Em sneered, advancing on Lucy, her hands coming off her hips, but held disarmingly low. “Scared little creampuff! Come here, white girl!”
She lunged forward, reaching at my wife’s face; Lucy unleashed a textbook left hook, but she’d hesitated a second, and that was enough for her to completely miss, her hand arcing behind her opponent’s head as Emmanuelle grabbed my wife’s hair, one hand around each thick twin tail. She pulled down hard, yanking Lucy’s head back violently; my wife was stuck staring at the ceiling, blindly pawing at her opponent. Em released her right hand grip, just her left enough to keep my wife blind and helpless, as the black fighter wound up and delivered a big gut punch to my wife’s tummy.
"Ah," Lucy gasped sharply as Em's fist sunk into her soft belly. My wife managed to find Emmanuelle’s shoulders and braced her hands on them, but this was all she could do as her opponent punished her stomach with hit after hit.
"Come on, girl!" Em taunted my wife. "I knew you couldn’t fight!"
She slammed another punch into my wife's belly. "I smelled you out, weak girl!"
I covered my eyes as Em landed another belly buster, my wife's stomach starting to bruise up just like her partner's.
"You aren't a fighter," Emmanuelle barked. "You're just a weak little nothing!"
She landed one last punch, releasing my wife's hair as it landed; Lucy collapsed to her knees, both arms over her stomach, bent over and moaning. Her opponent went around behind her and delivered a vicious punch to the back of her head, laying my wife out flat on her chest.
"Not even worth playing with," Em hissed as she rolled my helpless wife over on her back. "I'm gonna finish you real quick, white girl. You're gonna set the record for fastest loss in history!"
Emmanuelle laid on top of my wife, Lucy's face just visible peeking through her opponent's thick thighs. Em reached between my wife's legs and started teasing her pussy, one hand going straight for her clit, the other gently brushing up and down her lower lips. I hoped that my wife would take this chance to recover; perhaps Em skipping the foreplay would enable Lucy to hold out and catch her breath, but I saw her getting turned on quickly, her face relaxing, her hips gently pushing up seeking more sensation.
"Lucy," Sonny called softly. "Lucy, come on. You have to get up!"
"Forget it, boi," Emmanuelle purred. "This little white girl's done, and you're next."
With that she slipped a finger into my wife and started slowly pumping. Lucy moaned, reaching up and bracing her hands on Em's hips, but not doing anything else as the black wrestler added another finger.
"Lucy!" Sonny was louder this time. "Get up! Come on - like we trained! You can't let her just do that to you!"
My wife finally started coming around as she tried to push her opponent off; her mind clouded with pleasure, my wife was too weak to manage it, Emmanuelle just laughing at her attempt.
"Rock her!" Sonny yelled, and Lucy tried to push Em up and off either to the left or right; she couldn't manage this either.
"Forget it!" Em yelled. "She's finished - watch this!"
She lowered her mouth between my wife's legs, sucking on her clit. For a terrifying second I thought this was it, but then Lucy closed her legs over her opponent’s head, applying a headscissors with her big thighs. Emmanuelle started hammering my wife’s legs with her fists, but it was no use; Lucy had it locked in tight.
At least until her opponent slipped a finger into her asshole. I could see Lucy’s legs shaking as Em started fingering her rear entrance; the black fighter won this contest quickly as Lucy released what might have been a match-ending headscissors, although she at least managed to free herself, pushing Emmanuelle off her.
The two women slowly got up and faced off. Emmanuelle made a show of sniffing her finger with a leer; Lucy’s face crumpled up in distaste and this distraction was all her opponent needed to pounce, getting a hard punch into my wife’s soft stomach before she could drop her hands to intercept it. Her tummy, already worked over, couldn’t take the hit, and Lucy stumbled backwards with a gasp, bending over and covering her midsection with her arms.
Em set my wife up the same way she had earlier in the match, getting a strong grip on her hair, yanking her vertical and pulling her head back so she was looking straight up; I could barely stand to watch as Em started laying in belly punches, chanting “Weak!” “Pathetic!” “Loser!” as her fist sank into Lucy’s stomach repeatedly.
“Lucy, come on!” I yelled. “Lucy! Do something, please!”
Em eased off her hair grip, my wife falling to her knees in front of her, bent over and panting, as her tormentor turned to me.
“What was that? You know what, your ass is next after theirs!” Emmanuelle screamed at me.
“What?!” I blanched. “What did I do?!”
“Nothin’,” she cackled. “I just feel like fucking that little ass of yours until you love it! Yeah,” she released Lucy, who sank to all, um, threes, one arm holding her up and the other over her aching belly as Em advanced on me, her wide hips swaying, “Little white boy. I know what you like. Soon that’s the only way you’re gonna be able to spurt, getting your asshole raped by a black queen.”
I’d gotten up out of my chair and backed up until I was up against the wall; I made pleading eye contact with Bunny, but she was just watching with the hint of a smile on her lips.
“Hey!” Sonny yelled. “Leave him alone! Why don’t you come fight me?”
“I’ll play with you later,” Em promised me before turning to Sonny. “You wanna go first, is that it? Fine. Here, I’ll help your partner, since she’s too worn out to tag herself!”
Emmanuelle walked over to Lucy, who was still trying to recover, grabbing my wife in a strong headlock, yanking her up to her feet and dragging her over to where Sonny was standing; the trans guy reached out and touched the top of Lucy’s head, which counted as a tag, prompting Em to snapmare my wife onto her back as Sonny stepped out to face her.
I missed what happened next as I ran over to check on my wife; Lucy laid spread-eagled, her eyes closed, panting and sweaty, a deep, nasty bruise forming on her stomach. When I reached forward to shake her awake, Bunny was there; she grabbed me from behind and dragged me back a few steps.
“You can look, but you can’t touch,” she whispered in my ear. “Why don’t you go sit back down before I have to tie you to that chair?”
“Okay,” I gasped; she had me in a very strong reverse bearhug. She released it slowly and I went back to my seat to watch the fight. I’d missed what had gone down between Sonny and Emmanuelle; it didn’t look good at the moment. Sonny had Em in his own strong headlock, and was giving his dicklet a reacharound that seemed to leave him helpless, his arm slack around her head, his legs shaking as he moaned.
“You got him!” Julie yelled from the enemy corner. “Finish him!”
Em added her other hand to the attack, her right still stroking his dicklet, the left fingering his hairy pussy. Sonny’s moaning got even louder as it looked like the match was slipping away; if he lost here and now, I doubted my wife could even stand, let alone stand any chance against the combined enemy team.
“Sonny, do something!” I yelled. “Don’t just stand there! Come on! Move!”
“Quiet, cheerleader!” Em barked. “He’s done!”
But it looked like he wasn’t finished yet; his eyes slowly opened, and he released the headlock, Em looking up at him in surprise for a second before he grabbed her under the arms, lifting her up off the floor. With a scream he ran into the nearest wall, his body crushing Emmanuelle’s, a huge whoofing moan bursting out of her mouth as he smashed the air out of her lungs. She slid down the wall to a sitting position, and with a sneer Sonny grabbed her hair, holding her steady as he forced his dicklit between her lips and roughly started fucking her mouth.
“Asshole!” Julie shrieked from their corner. “Leave her alone! Come fight me, fucker!”
Sonny ignored her, focused on dominating Em, who was helplessly drooling around his engorged clit; between being crushed against the wall and Sonny’s vigorous face-fucking, it looked like she couldn’t get enough air to even lift her hands, turned into Sonny’s helpless fuckrag. His hips speeded up as he finished, grunting as he came in Emmanuelle’s mouth; he stopped moving as he came down, then released her to flop over on her side as he braced his hands on his hips, winded.
“One point for purple!” Bunny barked.
That had certainly been an impressive performance, but now my team was in trouble; Lucy had recovered enough to sit up and watch, but didn’t look ready to tag in yet, while Sonny looked drained from his climax. Emmanuelle didn’t look so hot either, but she had a fresh partner to tag in, and she was already getting to her feet, Julie calling for a tag.
“Hey, where you going, tough girl?” I yelled, hoping to bait her out of tagging. “Running from that white boi you were trash talking earlier?”
Unfortunately, her only reaction was flipping me off with double middle fingers as she went to her corner and tagged in Julie.
The big Asian came out and grabbed Sonny, ignoring his weak attempt to push her away; she lifted him up, spun him around, braced her knee on the mat and brought him down over it, almost shattering Sonny in half with a backbreaker. He screamed at the impact, and before he could even fall off her knee, she braced one hand just over his dicklet and the other on his neck, pushing down in a vicious submission move.
Sonny tried to get off Julie’s leg, but he had no leverage; Bunny came over to see if he wanted to give up as he gasped in pain, but he managed to shake his head no. Bunny backed off to watch as Julie looked like she was going to snap the trans guy in half. I started wondering if the smart move would have been to surrender right now; the enemy team would take a one point lead, but maybe it would be worth it for Sonny to get out of this instead of the Asian fighter being able to hurt him badly. Giving up a single point to prevent Sonny from getting eliminated from the match entirely seemed like a fair trade, and I got up from my chair, going over to our team’s corner, where my wife had at last managed to get to her feet.
“Hey, babe,” I came up behind her. “How you feeling?”
“I wanna get back in there,” she growled, her eyes not leaving her partner’s suffering. “Do you think I could taunt her into letting me tag in?”
“Probably not,” I admitted.
Julie seemed more in control than Emmanuelle, and right now she looked completely focused on breaking Sonny; I doubted even the best insult would be enough to get her to let him go. Bunny had wandered over to keep an eye on us, and as I reached out to massage my wife’s shoulders she gave me a go-ahead-try-it eyebrow raise; my hands dropped back to my sides and she turned back to observe Julie working over Sonny.
“Hey, can you throw in the towel for him?”
“What?!” Lucy spun around so angry I took an instinctive step back. “Why would you say that? You think he can’t get out of that?”
“Honey... “ I pleaded. “Does it look like he’s gonna get out of it?”
“Well,” Lucy chewed her lip worriedly. “I believe in him. Just watch.”
“Sweetie-”
“Go back to your seat, babe. You’re making the ref nervous.”
With a sigh I went back to my chair. To my surprise Emmanuelle came over, grinning at me with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Hey, boy,” she rested one hand on my shoulder, both of us facing towards the mat. “You like this show?”
“Not really,” I admitted. I could smell the sweat on her skin.
“Oh, yeah? You’d rather see your wife in there getting her fat ass beat?”
“That’s not-” I calmed myself with a breath; she was trying to get me wound up.
“Aww,” she giggled, leaning down, her lips right at my ear whispering. “You wanna throw that towel in, don’t you?”
“No,” I lied, trying to scoot away from her on the chair.
“Yeah, you do. Look at your boi in there. He’s not gonna last long, is he?”
As if on cue, Sonny started moaning in agony; he was bent so far the bottom of his feet and the top of his head were almost touching the mat.
“Ahh, I get it. You know he’s done, but wifey won’t let you throw the towel in, is that it? I bet Bunny would listen if you said you’re giving up for your team.” She leaned up and tousled my hair roughly. “Anyway, that’s what I’d do if it was my friend in there.”
And she went back to her corner, leaving me staring daggers at Sonny, mentally pleading with him to escape from this hold.
The next few minutes were very long; Sonny wouldn’t give up and Julie wouldn’t show any mercy. Em’s words rattled around my mind; if I had just said we threw the towel in ten minutes ago, Sonny would still be a little hurt, but not completely wrecked the way he looked now. I shifted around in my seat, having a hard time watching; I put my hands over my eyes, but that only made it worse as my mind filled in the details from the sounds of Julie breathing hard with exertion and Sonny whimpering.
Finally, Julie flipped Sonny off her knee; he landed on his chest and didn’t move. Julie picked up his limp body, draping him over her wide shoulders; I thought she was going to keep working his back, recognizing the setup for an over the shoulder backbreaker, but she surprised me; her left arm locked around his throat, but instead of the right going around a thigh and pulling down, she started fingering his boi pussy.
Somehow Sonny had stayed aroused through the tremendous punishment he’d just been through; his dicklet was as big as ever, pointing straight up at the ceiling, and Julie started working him over dexterously, her index finger and thumb working his clit, her middle and ring fingers squirming around in his pussy. I watched in amazement as Sonny started helplessly kicking his free leg - the guy had just soaked up as much punishment as I’d ever seen, but here he was getting ready to cum!
Julie concentrated silently on her work, and her partner supplied the trash talk, yelling at Sonny how he was just a worthless white boi who loved getting destroyed in front of his friend and what the two women were going to do after finishing him off. From my seat I could see Sonny’s eyes start rolling back in his head, his breathing becoming ragged gasps as Julie forced him to a climax. Bunny came over to take a look as Sonny spasmed on top of Julie; there was no doubt when he came, and Bunny tapped Julie’s arm.
“Three points for Red. Up three-one,” Bunny announced. I almost did a double-take as I realized that Bunny wasn’t going to make Julie let go of Sonny; somehow the ref thought that leaving him in his tormentor’s grip was fair. This was bullshit! If she was going to allow that, what was to stop one fighter from getting another in a submission hold and just racking up unlimited points?
“Hey!” I found myself getting out of my chair before I knew what I was doing as Bunny turned to me. “Hey, ref! You’re supposed to make her let him go!”
“Oh, yeah?” Bunny stomped over to me. “What do you know about it?”
“You’re just gonna leave him hanging up there?!”
“Yeah. And I’m in charge here, you got it? Sit down and shut up!”
“You-”
“Sit down!” Bunny screamed in my face. “I’ll slam you through that chair! Sit!” I went chest to chest with her; I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but she had me really worked up.
“Oh, tough guy!” she barked. “Okay, How about this? I’ll call a penalty on your team. Sixty seconds double teaming-”
“I’m sitting,” I grumbled, taking my seat; I doubted Sonny would survive even half that long in his current condition.
“Good,” Bunny breathed, standing menacingly over me. “Now are we gonna have a problem?”
“No,” I sulked.
“That’s right.” She turned and went back to the mats, where Julie had been waiting the whole time, Sonny’s limp body over her shoulders.
As the ref came close, Julie jumped in the air; she landed hard on her knees, bending Sonny over her shoulders. He came to life with a scream, thrashing in agony on his opponent’s shoulders.
“Give up!” Julie barked at him. “Or I’m going again!” Sonny opened his mouth, but he seemed unable to speak; with a grunt Julie stood up, but before she had time to jump Sonny managed to squeak out his submission.
“Two points! Five-one red!” Bunny announced. I couldn’t believe it; one more point and the enemy team could surrender, eat the five point penalty, and still win. Julie finally released Sonny, dumping him off her shoulders, leaving him a beaten mess on the mats, rubbing his back and moaning.
“Hey,” Bunny leaned down, shaking him. “Can you keep going?”
“I can still fight,” Sonny gasped, although it looked like he couldn’t even stand up.
“Okay! Wrestle!” Bunny ordered, backing up. Julie grabbed Sonny’s ankles, dragging him over to his corner; she laid him out flat there, backing up to give my wife room to tag in and step onto the mats. For a second I was puzzled by her move; surely she just had to stick on Sonny and get another point? I realized with a jolt that the women simply weren’t done torturing my wife and her partner yet; they wanted to beat up and sexually torture them some more before the match ended.
I’m not sure worried quite summed up how I felt at that moment. I’d just seen Julie destroy Sonny, and my wife was considerably shorter, giving up eight inches to her opponent, not to mention Julie was ripped; my wife had never looked softer as she faced off with the Asian fighter. Julie opened with a low, lunging punch at my wife’s stomach, but Lucy saw it coming and turned to the side. Her opponent had put way too much force into this hit, and almost fell down as she whiffed, having to take a step forward to avoid falling over.
Lucy slid smoothly around behind her, grabbing Julie’s left wrist and pulling it up behind her back, and just like that my short wife had her tall opponent under control; Julie bent over, her right hand going to her left shoulder, groaning in discomfort as Lucy worked the hammerlock.
“Hey, you give?” Bunny was right there, inspecting my wife’s handiwork.
“No,” Julie gasped. She tried to bend over and throw my wife over her back, but Lucy read her move easily and rode it out; I think the taller woman’s height advantage was actually working against her here. She had one arm free but couldn’t do much with it; after a few awkward attempts to throw it backwards into my wife, Julie gave up and let it hang uselessly at her side as Lucy made her squeal with the hammerlock.
After Julie settled down a bit, seeming to accept she wasn’t getting out of this quickly, Lucy moved on to the next phase of her attack, pressing her chest up against Julie’s back, snaking her free arm around the taller fighter’s body, cupping her right breast. Lucy stood on her tiptoes to whisper something I couldn’t quite catch as she started teasing Julie’s chest, the Asian fighter’s small nipples turning rock hard under my wife’s teasing touch. Julie grabbed Lucy’s wrist, but it looked like my wife’s attack was already working; she didn’t even try to pull Lucy’s hand away, leaning back against the shorter woman with a moan.
Emmanuelle started pleading with her partner to fight back, but it was useless; Julie seemed completely under Lucy’s spell, her knees slowly starting to buckle as she panted in my wife’s hammerlock. It looked like Lucy had eased the pressure up on this just a touch, but I was sure she could reapply it quickly if Julie made any escape attempt.
Not that it looked like there was much danger of that. Lucy slowly sank to her knees, taking Julie with her, the taller woman’s head lolling back on her shoulders, her eyes closed, lost in pleasure. She didn’t resist even as Lucy switched the hammerlock into a Dragon sleeper, Lucy getting back to her feet and locking her thick left arm around Julie’s neck; my wife’s free right hand slipped between her opponent’s legs, and even Emmanuelle knew her partner was finished now, quieting down into simmering disappointment as we could all see Julie surrendering to my wife, even her weak pawing at Lucy’s left arm quieting down until her hand fell to the mat.
Bunny got in close as Julie went limp; the big woman couldn’t even scream with pleasure as Lucy still had the sleeper on. The best she could do was kick her legs as she was pushed over the edge, drool running out of her mouth as she rode her climax.
“That’s it, orgasm finish! Three points for purple! Five-four red!” Bunny tapped my wife’s shoulders to let her know she’d scored the points, but didn’t make her release the sleeper, which I guess was at least fair.
Lucy let go anyway, releasing Julie to slide limply down to lay on the mat, as my wife turned to stare down Emmanuelle as Lucy licked Julie’s juices off her fingers. This drove the black woman crazy, and Bunny had to go over and hold her back from charging out onto the mats as Julie was still the legal woman.
Lucy displayed a killer instinct I’d never known she had, laying down on the mat next to Julie, pulling the bigger woman on top of her, then applying a strong scissors around the Asian fighter’s midsection; to this she added another choke, this one a simple sleeper, her right arm around Julie’s neck, her right hand braced on her left arm for strength. Julie had a powerful core, but Lucy’s legs were no less powerful, and I guessed with time she could break down the bigger woman’s abs.
Julie came to life as Lucy began squeezing, but my wife had her expertly trapped; with her back resting on Lucy’s soft body instead of the floor, Julie couldn’t get her legs braced right to generate any power with her lower body. She grabbed my wife’s choking arm with both hands and pulled, but her orgasm had robbed her of power; I could see her arms quaking as she tried to yank Lucy’s limb away, and I saw her give up for the second time in quick succession as she realized she couldn’t manage it.
Julie tapped and Bunny was right there, barking “Submission! Two points purple! Purple up, six-five!”
Lucy released Julie, rolling the beaten woman over on her chest as I clapped loudly.
This drew Emmanuelle’s attention. “Shut up!” she screeched at me. “Little clapping dumbass!”
“Aw, what’s the matter?” I aimed my best smile at her, which only made her angrier. “Looks like your team isn’t doing so hot!”
“Fucking asshole. Watch what I’m about to do to your wife. We’ll see if you clap then, bitch!”
I turned my attention back to Lucy; it looked like she was finished with Julie, copying the enemy team’s earlier move, dragging the beaten woman back to her corner and leaving her there in a heap so she could tag in. Em reached down to slap Julie’s shoulder and came onto the mats, steam practically coming out of her ears. I hoped that getting her worked up would make her careless, more prone to making a mistake, and I hadn’t just filled her with anger she’d be taking out on my wife.
Emmanuelle opened with a very unsubtle charging kick aimed at my wife’s sore stomach; Lucy isn’t the fastest fighter, but she still had plenty of time to get out of the way of this, standing off to the side and nailing Em with a massive clothesline as she charged past, my wife’s forearm smashing into her opponent’s windpipe. Emmanuelle had a huge amount of momentum, and her upper body stopped dead as her legs kept going forward, dumping her on her back with a shocked gasp, rubbing her neck.
Lucy moved to the attack, dropping a textbook elbow into her opponent’s belly; I winced in sympathy as Em’s eyes went wide, her hands covering her stomach. Lucy pulled the black fighter up to her feet, going around behind her and locking on the same strong hammerlock that had spelled Julie’s doom.
But instead of working this hold, she just used it to control her opponent, walking Emmanuelle over to one of the walls, grabbing her hair with her free hand and pulling her vertical, spinning Em around, pushing her back against the wall and burying a fist in her stomach. From my seat I could see Emmanuelle’s eyes go wide as she gasped; Lucy grabbed both of her opponent’s writs with her left hand, pinning them over Em’s head, leaving her helpless, then began punishing her belly with repeated punches.
Lucy broke Emmanuelle down with repeated, piston-like punches, her fist slamming into the same area just below her opponent’s belly button every time; Em cried out with each hit at first, but as my wife drove the air from her body, her shouts became grunts became small, pained moans. Emmanuelle began developing a large, ugly bruise on her stomach to match the one spread across her tormentor’s belly, and well earned it was too. Emmanuelle took her beating until she could no longer stand; Lucy’s grip on her wrists wasn’t enough to keep her vertical and the black fighter slowly slid down the wall until she was sitting with her back against it.
Lucy stepped in and landed a kick into her opponent’s busted belly; Em fell forward gracelessly, completely helpless. Lucy grabbed her and dragged her away from the wall a bit, laying the beaten fighter on her back, then went around to her side and stomped down into her stomach. Emmanuelle gagged as Lucy prodded her beaten opponent with one foot.
“Hah, how’s that? You want to give up?” Lucy raised her foot for another stomp; Em rolled away from her, but that was all she could manage. “Fine, we’ll do it the hard way.”
Lucy pulled Emmanuelle, gasping, up to her feet, locking her arms around her opponent, then braced her legs; with a grunt of effort she lifted Emmanuelle straight up off the mats, braced her right leg on the floor, then brought her opponent down belly-first over her knee in a mirror of the backbreacker Julie had destroyed Sonny with.
This version of the move seemed no less effective as Em slid off Lucy’s leg bonelessly, coming to rest awkwardly on her face. Lucy pushed the beaten fighter onto her back, going around to her side; I thought she might be going for another stomp, but instead she got on her knees next to Em, reaching down to lock on a powerful stomach claw. Emmanuelle screamed weakly, the little air she’d managed to take in expelled again, her hands weakly pawing at my wife’s arm.
“Give! Give!” Emmanuelle shrieked. “Oh, god! Stop! Please, stop!”
“Submission!” Bunny barked. “Two more for purple! Purple up, eight-five!”
My wife eased off the pressure as Em cried, the once-proud bitch completely gone as she curled up around her destroyed stomach, sniffling and sobbing.
“Get some more points, babe!” I yelled. Lucy turned to blow me a kiss before going back to Em, forcing her onto her back, then shimmied out of her bottoms and sat down on Emmanuelle’s face, her back to the top of Em’s head.
Lucy could have gotten a mighty three points by getting her opponent off instead, but after all she’d earned having some fun herself and I was very proud of her as well as very aroused as I watched her ride her beaten opponent’s face to a long, powerful climax. There was no doubt about when she came, her head thrown back in victorious triumph, her hips bucking down into Emmanuelle’s face, her hands braced on the black woman’s shoulders.
“One point!” Bunny announced as my wife slowly crawled off her vanquished opponent’s unmoving body. “Purple is ahead nine to five!”
The match paused for a minute as everyone seemed to take in the situation. Lucy was gassed - well, who wouldn’t be; she’d just destroyed the enemy team one after the other - panting, sweaty, and tired, but happy and glowing in victory. Sonny had managed to recover, bouncing on his feet in his corner; Julie had managed to catch her breath as well, although she looked quite ragged, standing slightly bent over with her hands on her knees. Sonny was the fighter who’d had the longest recovery time, and Lucy walked over to tag him in, her wide hips swaying as she hugged her partner and he stepped onto the mats.
For a second I thought Sonny was going to start beating up on Emmanuelle again as he approached her, but he simply picked her up like she weighed nothing - damn, I’d almost forgotten how strong he was - draping her stomach over his shoulder, walking over to her corner and throwing Emmanuelle at her partner. Julie had just stood there watching and was caught flat-footed as Em’s heavy body smacked into her, knocking her down; Julie ended up flat on her back with Emmanuelle on top of her at a ninety degree angle, almost like she was being pinned.
“That’s a tag, right?” Sonny asked the ref. She nodded and he grabbed Julie’s ankles, pulling her out of the corner, Em left behind; Sonny dragged his opponent out to the middle of the ring, laying down at her side and applying a strong body scissors. Julie’s strong core must have already been worked down by my wife’s earlier scissors, and she started gasping and panting almost right away; she pulled on Sonny’s legs, but she couldn’t budge them, and I could see the panic in her eyes as she started frantically slapping his constricting thighs.
When this didn’t work she tried tickling his feet, an inventive idea that didn’t work; Sonny yawned, then made a show of relaxing, locking his hands behind his head and laying back on the mat as he kept squeezing.
“Yeah, Sonny!” Lucy hollered, clapping loudly. “Yeah, Sonny! You got her! Make her squeal!”
“Sure, babe!” Sonny called back breezily. “Watch this!” He must’ve poured even more power in as Julie groaned deeply, her feet kicking uselessly.
Just when I thought Julie was going to have to submit before Sonny caved her stomach in, she reached over with her closer hand and grabbed his dicklet and squeezed; Sonny sat up with a wail, his legs loosening, and Julie freed herself, pushing Sonny back down with her free hand, then adding a nasty pussy claw. I watched in shock as Julie had turned the match around completely in under a minute; Sonny was now writhing on the mat, screaming in agony as his opponent bore down on him with her grip.
“Hey, wanna give up?” Bunny asked.
Sonny was in too much pain to even respond; the ref just shrugged and watched as Julie kept working the holds. I thought Sonny might catch a break if his dicklet got less erect and shrunk, but it didn’t seem to get any smaller; was the guy getting off on this? That couldn’t be; his entire body was spasming, his hands and feet hammering the mat. Julie gave him one last squeeze before laying on top of him, getting in a 69 position; I couldn’t believe she was about to try and make him cum right after punishing his genitals like that, but sure enough that was her plan as she lowered her face between his legs.
Sonny had a commendable ability to stay aroused despite how much punishment he took, but it was working against him here as Julie began working him over. She started sucking on his dicklet, giving him a blowjob as her fingers explored his pussy. To Sonny’s credit he didn’t take this lying down; he tried to push Julie off him, but she was too heavy, and without any leverage he couldn’t shift her weight off. I saw Sonny’s limbs go ramrod-straight in shock as Julie moved her left hand to fingering his asshole; she had him three ways now, mouth around his dicklet, right hand pumping his pussy, and her left hand cornholing him.
Sonny made one last attempt to fight back, trying to lean up and get his mouth on Julie’s pussy; with the head start she had I doubted he could come back to set her off first, but he didn’t even get the chance. Julie had cleverly positioned herself up Sonny’s body enough that he couldn’t reach; unless he had a foot-long tongue, there was no way to get to her crotch. I knew he was defeated as he laid back with a moan and let Julie finish him.
It didn’t take long; Bunny got down on her hands and knees to get a look, getting in there so close I thought she was about to help Julie (not that the dominant Asian fighter needed any assistance). Julie left no doubt that Sonny was finished as she worked him through his climax; even after Bunny yelled “Submissive orgasm! Three points! Purple up nine-eight!”, she didn’t stop until Sonny was flat on his back, gasping, eyes closed.
Only then did his opponent lean up and scoot backwards, planting her pussy on his face. It looked like she was going to try and tack on another point by riding Sonny’s face to her own climax, and it didn’t seem he was going to be able to do much about it as he just laid there and took it, at least at first. As Julie’s dominant facesit went on, Sonny came to life a little bit, but he couldn’t manage much more than reaching up to grab Julie’s hips; I don’t think she even noticed as she was really getting into it, one hand braced on Sonny’s shoulders, the other playing with her clit as she gyrated on top of him, moaning, her eyes shut as she enjoyed her ride.
Red tied it all up as Julie came on Sonny’s face; Bunny was right there to grab Julie’s right wrist and yanked her arm up as the Asian wrestler was still convulsing on top of her opponent.
“Dominant climax! One point - nine all!” Bunny announced.
Julie rolled off Sonny with a happy moan, flopping over on her back, but she’d barely finished laying down before Sonny pounced; he’d recovered during her facesit and turned the tables on her quickly, landing a hard stomp on her stomach. Julie retched, covering her belly, rolling over onto her side. Sonny grabbed her under the arms and dragged her over to his corner.
“Thirty seconds!” Bunny called as Sonny flipped his opponent over onto her chest. With practiced ease Lucy came onto the mats, standing straddling Julie, reaching down and locking on a full nelson, then pulling the unfortunate woman up to her feet; Julie ended up leaning back a little bit due to the height difference, but it looked like my wife had this hold locked on pretty good, even if she had to stand on her tip-toes.
Sonny came around the front of Julie, who was still so out of it her head was resting on her chest; he cupped her face in his hands and gave her a long kiss, then moved his attention downward and began worshipping her tits as Bunny counted slowly. I was slightly surprised the team was going with an erotic attack so soon after Julie’s last climax, but it seemed to be working; Julie’s eyelids fluttered, but she couldn’t bring herself to offer any resistance as Sonny licked and sucked on her nipples, pausing from time to time to tease them with his fingertips or give them a quick tweak, drawing a yelp or gasp from Julie.
Around the count of twenty he moved lower, licking down Julie’s stomach to her crotch, teasing her with quick, darting flicks of his tongue, then began rubbing her clit. By twenty-five he dived in and was eating her out with gusto. He couldn’t seal the deal before thirty, but it seemed like it wouldn’t make much difference. Bunny came around and slapped Lucy’s ass; my wife let Julie go, but the Asian fighter’s mind was so fogged with pleasure she just stumbled forward into Sonny’s arms. He lowered her to the mat, propping her up on all fours, going around to her left side, grabbing her hair with his left hand, the right sliding around to her pussy; he finished her with his hand, forcing his opponent to a second shattering climax.
“Submissive climax!” Bunny yelled. “Three points! Purple up 12-9!” Julie had flopped onto her chest, and Sonny lazily rolled her over, going for his own facesit. Julie lay still underneath him as he got himself off, his left hand behind him buried in Julie’s hair holding himself steady, his right hand working his dicklet as my wife cheered him on. Before long he reached his own orgasm, putting his team up 13-9.
At this point I finally felt like I could relax; it seemed like we had an insurmountable lead on points, in addition to the enemy team being wrecked. Julie looked out cold underneath Sonny, and Emmanuelle didn’t look any better; she’d managed to roll over and open her eyes in her corner, but she didn’t have the energy to even sit up; the first half of the match had been alive with her threats, taunts and pleadings with her partner to fight back, but now she had gone silent, watching Sonny and Lucy destroy Julie. And it looked like they weren’t done with her yet as Sonny dragged Julie over to his corner again.
“Thirty seconds!” Bunny purred. This time they didn’t bother even getting Julie off the ground; they laid her on her back and now it was Lucy’s turn to ride the beaten woman’s face, planting her pussy over Julie’s nose and mouth, my wife facing down Julie’s body at her partner. Sonny went between Julie’s legs, and I couldn’t see what exactly he was doing, but from his reaction my guess was that he was rubbing his dicklet up against her pussy; whatever it was, he was enjoying this immensely, and Julie’s hips bucking back against him suggested she didn’t mind it too much either. I was all ready to watch our team score another point, but before that happened Lucy leaned forward, grabbed Sonny and started messily making out with him.
“Hey!” I squealed. I guess they were both caught up in the moment, but that didn’t mean I liked watching my wife making out with another guy. Neither one of them seemed to hear me; only Bunny noticed, coming over to stand next to me.
“Now what you wanted to see, huh?” she whispered. “You know, some guys like getting cuckolded.”
“Not me,” I fumed.
“You wanna make her jealous?”
“What?” I turned to look up at the blonde; she was staring down at me with a slightly disturbing leer.
“C’mon, I’m pretty horny watching this. Are you trying to say you aren’t?”
“Well, no…”
Bunny grabbed me and pulled me out of the chair, yanking her black bikini bottoms down and tossing them away; she sat down, yanking me close to her, pushing on my shoulders until I went down on her knees. I grabbed her hips and slid forward and started licking her pussy, feeling one of her hands on the back of my head, pushing my face in deeper between her thighs. She wasn’t kidding about the match getting her horny; she was dripping wet, her juices coating my mouth and chin as I ate her out. Her legs started squeezing my head as she approached her climax, and all I could do was keep licking as she rode the peak.
She released me and I fell back, head swimming. For a minute I lay there stunned as she sat there in the afterglow; by the time I’d collected myself enough to sit up, she was standing over me, and she helped me up, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling my pants and underwear to the floor, then gently pushed me down into the chair. I yelped as my bare butt touched the cold metal, but Bunny took my mind off that quickly as she got on her knees in front of me, taking my tip into her mouth.
She flicked her tongue over the head, teasing me for a second before making a ring out of her index finger and thumb on her left hand, wrapping this around my base, then started deepthroating me quickly, her lips flying up and down my shaft. I didn’t last much longer than her, resting my hands on her shoulders as I leaned back with a happy moan; before I knew it I was cumming into her mouth, the blonde greedily sucking down my spunk. My climax was quick and powerful, Bunny almost sucking the cum right out of my cock. After I finished I slumped in the chair, completely drained.
“Gotta get back to work!” the ref laughed, wiping my cum off her mouth. By the time she had returned to the action, it looked like Lucy had finished; she was laying on her back with a very happy smile, while Julie’s face was coated with both my wife and Sonny’s juices.
“I’m just gonna assume you came, right hon?” Bunny asked my wife. Lucy managed a weak nod. “Okay, so that’s 14 to 9. Julie, can you continue?” Julie shook her head no. “Emmanuelle?” Bunny turned to her partner.
“Fuck no,” the other woman mumbled.
“What was that?” Bunny asked sweetly.
“I said no!”
“Okay, so that’s the five point victory bonus. Red are the winners, 19 points to 9!” Bunny and Sonny helped Lucy up; then Bunny stood between them, grabbing my wife’s left arm and Sonny’s right, holding them both high as she officially called the match for my team.
Sonny and Lucy went to get their toys as me, Bunny, and the defeated fighters waited awkwardly. I got up to stretch my legs; Bunny had her arms crossed, looking at the floor, and Em was trying to comfort Julie, who looked barely awake. When the winning team returned, they were both wearing strapons, Lucy’s the team’s purple, Sonny’s classic black. My wife walked up to me, her hips swaying confidently, sending her strapon madly bobbing in front of her.
“Ohh, mine’s bigger,” she teased, wrapping her hand around both phalluses and jerking us both off. “Well, looks like you’re ready to go, huh? We’re going to use you later, but for right now you just go sit there and watch, kay babe?” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned away, going over to confer with Sonny. I sat back down as Bunny came over, standing next to me.
“Hey, my feet hurt,” Bunny complained. “Can I sit on your lap?”
“Sure.”
She weighed more than I’d anticipated - lots of muscle, to be fair. She shifted a little bit and I was able to see over her shoulder as Sonny and Lucy were positioning Em and Julie, the beaten women face to face on their hands and knees. Sonny counted down from three, and at zero they both pushed in and started fucking the losers.
Julie just let it happen, starting to buck back against Sonny, having lost all her pride and just looking to feel good, moaning like a whore with each stroke the trans guy drove home. Em, on the other hand, seemed to have a little fight left in her.
“Hah, is it in yet?” she gasped as Lucy slid the plastic cock in, my wife’s hips smacking into her beaten opponent’s fat ass.
“You tell me!” Lucy cackled, gripping Emmanuelle’s hips as she started roughly fucking her. Em had no response to that but to gasp and pant as Lucy gave it to her. Bunny started squirming a little bit as this went on; we were both enjoying the show. Sonny slowed down a little bit, keeping Julie teetering on the edge with slow, deep strokes as Lucy worked Em; at the last moment Sonny sped up again, and they forced both women to near simultaneous orgasms, the losing team howling with pleasure in each other’s faces as their victorious opponents inflicted shattering climaxes on them.
Finished, Sonny and Lucy pulled out; Em stayed on all fours, her limbs shaking, while Julie collapsed on her chest with an almost comical splat sound. Bunny got up to check on the defeated Asian as Lucy went to get something else. Not sure what else to do, I went to join the circle of Sonny, Bunny and myself standing around staring down at Julie.
“Wow, you really fucked her up,” Bunny remarked, idly prodding Julie with one bare foot.
“Thanks,” Sonny agreed. “Just wait until you see what’s up next!”
As if on cue, Lucy appeared again dragging her Sybian vibrator. This was a very powerful unit (she’d talked me into sitting on it and having it vibrate my prostate while she jerked me off once - okay, twice), a semicircular base that the user straddled with a eight-inch vibrating dildo attached. Lucy pulled it over to where Julie was laying and plugged it in, then produced a set of handcuffs she tossed to Sonny, who expertly cuffed Julie’s unresisting hands behind her back.
Sonny linked his arms around Julie’s body and lifted her up, carrying her over to the sybian, slowly lowering her onto the dildo; Julie gasped as he impaled her on it, but didn’t offer any resistance, not even opening her eyes. There was a small latch on the back that Sonny hooked the chain on her handcuffs through, keeping her upright and her arms securely behind her back.
Lucy had the control in her hand, starting with the lowest setting; Julie moaned as the vibration began, squirming against the base as Lucy began very slowly turning the speed up. If it was possible to cum just from sights and sounds, I would have been gushing as Lucy tortured Julie with pleasure, bringing the destroyed woman close to a climax repeatedly; Julie started begging for it, drooling and moaning shamelessly, bucking her hips as much as she could with her arms secured. After toying with her for a bit longer, Lucy had - is mercy the right word? - or maybe she just wanted to see Julie squeal as she finally let her finish, turning the power up to max. I thought Julie might break it as she squirmed and gasped, reaching her climax with a guttering scream.
Lucy turned the setting back down, leaving it on low as Julie seemed half awake at best, her chin resting on her chest, which rose and fell gently, her body otherwise still. We turned to Em, who had watched all of this wide-eyed. She caught us looking and I saw her face set hard as she pretended she wasn’t scared.
“Pssh, that all you got? I do that for fun before breakfast every day!”
“Quiet,” Lucy cuffed her in the back of the head. “Don’t move. Let’s see how you like this!” She directed traffic, waving Sonny over behind Em, motioning for me to go around to the front.
“Oh, it’s big man’s turn now, huh?” Em kept going as Sonny steadied himself. Without a word he slid home, Em’s eyes going wide. “Is it in yet?” she managed to gasp.
“You used that one already,” Sonny grunted as he started pounding her.
Lucy came up behind me, gripping my hips; for a terrified second I thought she was going to force her strapon in my back door, but she just steered me forward until I was directly in front of Emmanuelle. Em looked up at me, her mouth hanging open, eyes going wide as she realized what was about to happen half a second before Lucy pushed her hips forward, forcing my cock into Emmanuelle’s mouth (and the tip of her dildo just barely missing impaling me).
For a minute Lucy pulled my hips back and then pushed forward, fucking Em’s mouth with my cock; confident I got the message she left to go around to the side and watch the show, cheering us on as me and Sonny spit-roasted Em. I had an idea of trying to match strokes with him, but he was going too fast, hammering Em quicker than I could match without my dick slipping out of her mouth.
“Yeah, babe!” Lucy called. “Choke her with it! Nothing smart to say now, bitch?” Em’s only response was a deep moan around my pistoning shaft. This felt great, and I didn’t think I could last too long, but Sonny made Em go first; I could see her limbs shaking, a deep, muffled howl of pleasure building in her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and it occurred to me if she bit down during her climax I’d be in a world of pain, but her jaw hung open, drool cascading down her chin.
I had to reach down and cup one hand under her chin to hold her head up as Sonny finished up, the victorious trans guy coming to a halt still hilted in Em; everyone turned to look at me as I finished myself off on her, grunting as I began cumming down her throat, even more drool mixed with cum oozing out of her slack mouth as Lucy cheered me on. Finished, I released her, and Sonny followed my lead, leaving Em to collapse on her chest, looking out cold.
We left her and turned back to Julie, who seemed to have been rendered nonverbal; her eyes were closed, her body still except for the rise and fall of her chest, deep, low moans slipping out from her lips as the sybian rumbled low. Lucy went around to Julie’s front and slapped her face, trying to bring her around; Julie’s eyes fluttered open, but she was completely out of it, not seeming to know who Lucy was or what was happening.
My wife took the controls and dialed the sybian down to zero; Sonny went to get something as Lucy asked me and Bunny to come over and help her with Lucy. Bunny sprung Julie from the cuffs as I got my arms under Julie’s armpits and lifted her off the sybian. Damn, she was heavy - Sonny made this look easy!
I laid Julie down on her face, seeing that Sonny had fetched a thick, black leather dog collar with Julie’s name stitched on it. He rolled Julie over on her back with his foot, reaching down and collaring his beaten foe. Lucy tapped me on the shoulder and told me to come with her to get something else; I couldn’t believe there was anything else to do to these women, and I was just starting to get an idea of Sonny and Lucy’s twisted minds for punishment as I found myself dragging a large wire dog cage into the fight room.
I moved it over to where Bunny and Sonny were attempting to bring Julie around; Bunny was holding her up while Sonny unleashed slap after slap. This didn’t seem to be doing much more than sending drool flying out of Julie’s mouth as her head snapped around with each hit. Sonny looked up with a frustrated grunt as I got the cage into position next to him.
“Oh!” Bunny shouted. “Oh, hold on! Wait, I know!” She released Julie, the Asian slumping to the mat as Bunny produced a vial of smelling salts. She waved us all back and opened it under the destroyed woman’s nose; Julie jolted awake like she’d been hit with a cattle prod, yowling in surprise, looking around with her eyes crazed for a second before Sonny grabbed her, forcing her on all fours.
“Get in there, dog!” Sonny yelled, yanking roughly on Julie’s hair and the leather collar around her neck. Julie groaned, her limbs shaking as she tried to follow her conqueror's commands. Sonny got Julie’s front half in the cage, then went behind her and forced her the rest of the way in with a tremendous punt to Julie’s big ass. With the beaten fighter completely inside, Sonny latched it closed with a smile, theatrically dusting off his hands.
That left Em, who finally looked scared enough to drop the tough girl act. Wordlessly we advanced on her, from right to left Bunny, Lucy, me and Sonny; Em backed up until her back hit the wall, then held her hands up for us to stop, trying to bargain.
“Okay, okay, okay. Look, how about this. You-” she pointed at Sonny - “You look like you wanna get some oral, okay? I’ll do that, whatever you want. While I’m busy with that, this guy,” she gestured to me, “he can get behind me and-”
“Forget it!” Sonny barked. “Time to take your medicine! Do it to her, Luce!” Lucy stepped forward and with a yelp Em tried to run; she made it past my surprised wife, but only a few more steps after that before Bunny tackled her from behind with a textbook hit to the knees, taking the black woman down hard. Bunny applied a double hammerlock that had Em squealing, pulling her roughly up to her feet.
Lucy went around to her front, cracking her knuckles with a smile, then starting in on Em’s stomach, landing punch after punch into the black woman’s soft belly. For a little bit Emmanuelle pleaded with her, promising to eat her ass or whatever she wanted; eventually she realized this wasn’t working and ran out of energy, slumping in Bunny’s arms, just grunting with each impact of my wife’s fist on her swelling stomach. Lucy finished with a vicious elbow strike, Bunny releasing Em at the same moment, the beaten woman bending over, retching and holding herself, collapsing to her knees and then to her side on the floor, holding her tummy and gasping.
“Get her up!” Lucy commanded. Bunny obligingly grabbed Em, pulling the moaning woman into a kneel; Lucy braced her right leg in front of her, motioning the blonde ref to lay Emmanuelle over her knee. Lucy got a hammerlock on Em, I think more to just keep her where she wanted her than worry about any escape attempt, then started spanking her beaten opponent’s fat ass, the loud smack of her palm impacting Em’s butt mixing with her pained yelps.
Sonny went around to Em’s front, roughly grabbing her hair, and started face-fucking her with his strapon. I almost felt bad for her; it seemed like days ago now she’d been in here trash talking my wife and her partner. That proud bitch was long gone, replaced by a broken, bruised woman completely helpless in her tormentor’s pitiless hands. I told myself she’d have done the same things, and maybe worse, if she’d won; anyway I guess I after all I didn’t feel that bad for her as I was getting pretty hard again. Eventually Lucy flipped Em off her knee, leaving her to lay on her back gasping.
“Uhhhh,” Em groaned. “Is that… all you got… bitch?” She tried to lean up and spit at Lucy, but she only managed to get her head and shoulders off the floor and produce a tiny little sliver of drool.
“This dumbass doesn’t know when to quit,” Sonny grinned wolfishly. “Okay, I know how we’re gonna finish her for good. Something I’ve been wanting to try. Get her up on all fours.”
“Fuck off,” Em gasped, but that was all the resistance she could offer as Sonny rolled her over and pulled her up. Sonny waved me over and motioned to the floor; I saw what he had in mind as I slid underneath Em. “Yeah, you belong under me, pussy,” she tried to taunt. I ignored her, the tip of my cock already brushing maddeningly against her slit. Sonny went around behind her and Lucy came up to her face as Em looked back over her shoulder nervously. “Hey, what are you doing back there?”
“Quiet,” Sonny smacked her ass. “All right, go ahead,” he told me. I reached up, wrapping my arms around Emmanuelle, pulling her down while I thrust up with my hips, both of us moaning as I entered her.
Her moan turned into a surprised yell as Sonny slid his strapon up her ass, and in turn this was choked off as Lucy grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth. The three of us went at her wildly; I don’t know if Sonny’s plan was for us to all synchronize our strokes, but if he did that plan was out the window as we all went a little crazy, hammering and pistoning away at all three of Em’s holes as she spasmed on top of me. She finally, completely broke, collapsing as her arms and legs gave out, but fucking her felt so good I barely noticed her weight on top of my body (although looking back I think Sonny was helping to hold her up as well).
This went on for I don’t know how long; my whole world shrank down to the four of us panting and moaning, Em on top of me, her body rocking with each jackhammer stroke Sonny slammed home, the beaten woman drooling around my wife’s strapon, and the warm, firm pressure of Em’s pussy as I fucked her from the floor.
“I’m gonna cum,” I moaned as it became too much. “I can’t hold on-”
“Yeah, babe!” Lucy grunted, still punishing Em with her humiliating face fuck. “I want you to fill up her fat pussy for me! Got it?”
“Yeahhhhhhh!” I cried out as I went over the edge, bucking my hips in a few deep, final thrusts, my balls emptying with shot after shot; I felt like I might never stop cumming, and that was fine with me. By the time I finished, I was laying flat on my back, panting, feeling like I could never move again. Em was now totally limp on top of me, and I was finally feeling the dead weight of her body pressing down on me.
At least until Sonny flipped her off me. Bunny came over to help me up as Lucy and Sonny removed their strapons, tossing them aside. Sonny sat on Em’s face, but positioned himself a little bit low if he was doing a facesit; then Lucy squatted over Em’s chest, and I had no idea what they were doing. Sonny motioned for Bunny to carry me over between Em’s legs, then with a twisted smile told us it was golden shower time.
The three of us unleashed on Em; I actually had to pee pretty bad, and tried not to think about how much of a mess this was going to be to clean up as I started pissing on her pussy. Lucy coated Em’s tits with urine, while Sonny went right in her mouth, cackling as he held her nose closed and making her drink it down.
Finally, Sonny produced a black leather collar for Em, fastening it around her neck, rolling the beaten woman over and dragging her over to the cage, forcing her inside. Julie had woken up just enough to try and crawl away from her piss-covered teammate, but there wasn’t really anywhere for her to go in the cage. Sonny slammed the cage closed and locked it, then my wife draped a large blanket over it.
We all went showered, then enjoyed a nice lunch, letting Julie and Emmanuelle enjoy each other’s company in the cage; sometime that afternoon after we’d cleaned up and were sitting around chatting, Lucy went to release our opponents, who were finally allowed to slink home in shame.
