Overwatch Wrestling chat: Dva vs Tracer

so a part of a wrestling RP that we grew to love. a remake of the Overwatch universe where the organization is really just a wrestling league, with the women as wrestlers and the men as staff. We decided to mix it up a bit as we went a match with no direct action, just RPing the scene as Soldier 76 and Reinhardt as announcers (akin to some of my recent stories). We have a whole PPV event thing lined up, but just the first match up for now

In case it's not clear, Reinhardt is the CAPSLOCK voice, and Soldier 76 is the regular one

Welcome fans to our next big show! Lot on the line here, Reinhardt. New fans and old dogs like us gotta admit, it's a hell of a lineup here. First up we'll be having Dva, the rough little gamer girl, up against Tracer, the infamous partner of the deadly Widowmaker. Then it's another undercard match as the ice-cold Mei takes on the merciless Mercy..."
"In our third fight, Symmetra faces an uphill battle with the mentioned Widowmaker, and finally, a the mountain of a woman Zarya takes on our current champ, Pharah the Warbird. Thoughts on the lineup tonight, yet?

"ZIS IS VHAT EVERYONE HAS BEEN VAITING FOR ALL YEAR, 76! AND ZIS OLD DOG AS LEARNED A FEW TRICKS FROM LAST SEASON! ZE FIRST MATCH IS GOING TO BE ONE OF ZE CLOSEST! BOTH DVA UND TRACER ARE LIGHT AND FAST AND BOTH AREN'T AFRAID TO GET DIRTY! BUT WIZ TRACER UNDER VIDOW'S TEACHING, I'M PUTTING ALL MY DEUTSCH MARKS ON HER!"

"Both girls are fearless like you said, but they're reckless, cocky, and aggressive. A solid hit might be all it takes to put either of them down until they work up a bit more on their health bars. I'm mostly concerned what Symettra's thinking heading into the third fight. She better have been hitting the gym more than she's been hitting the books if she's going to stand a chance."

"HAHA! ZAT OCD ARCHITECT DOESN'T STAND A CHANCE! SHE MAY BEND OPPONENTS TO HER VILL BUT VIDOW HAS BEEN DOING IT BETTER AND FOR LONGER! BESIDES, ZE LAST MATCH IS ZE ONE I'M LOOKING FORVARD TO! A MUSCLE BATTLE FOR ZE AGES!"


"Absolutely right. Two of the strongest women the league, hands down. I've heard Zarya's even given YOU a run for your money, big guy. Normally I'd say that if Zarya gets her hands on anybody, it's all over, but Pharah's probably the one I'd say could possible muscle her way out of that Russian's bear hug."

"TRUE! VHILE ZARYA IS STRONGER, PHARAH IS MUCH MORE AGILE UND FASTER! SHE MIGHT SPIN ZE RUSSIAN IN CIRCLES BEFORE LAYING IN VITH SOME EROTIC PUNISHMENT! OR AT LEAST I HOPE SO!"


"Yea, well keep your armored pants on, cuz we've got a show to do. Here she comes, and that chiptunes means it can only be one! Our first contender of the night, here comes the peppy, popular Dva! I still think she's a bit young to wear something so revealing, but can't argue with what the fans want. Just grumble about it..."

"AHHH BUT ZE FANSERVICE BUSINESS SEEMS TO BE IN FULL SVING! LOOKS LIKE SHE HAS CUT HER BODYSUIT IN TWO, LEAVING ONLY HER LEGGINGS ON! ZO TO BE HONEST SHE DOES NOT HAVE MUCH NACH OBEN!:

"Lightweight packaging I suppose. And here comes the British punk music and Tracer's skipping her way ot the ring. What used to be one of the biggest faces in the league is dolled up in her 'mistress' colors, with her purple tiny top and thong. She give the crowd a wiggle while she's on the apron before making her way in, possibly promising them some use of it in her match. After all, anyone in the league knows better than to go chasing that tail when they know who's name is stamped on it."

"VERY TRUE! ZE FRENCH VOMAN DOES NOT LIKE IT VHEN PEOPLE TOUCH HER ZINGS! ONE ZING ZAT SHOULD BE NOTED FOR ZIS MATCH, BOTH GIRLS ARE TRYING TO IMPRESS ZERE PARTNERS SO FOR ZEM, ZERE IS MUCH AT STAKE TONIGHT!"

"Reckless and aggressive, like I said. And the bell's hardly rung and here comes the trash talk. Two mouthy girls as much as they are tough, but OH! Dva gets first blood with a big slap to the face."

"I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW SOME OF ZOS VORDS EXISTED! BUT IT LOOKS LIKE TRACER ISN'T GIVING UP, SENDING BACK A SAVAGE BRIT-SLAP OF HER OWN, SENDING ZE LIGHTER GIRL SPIRALING INTO ZE ROPES!"

"Maybe because English wasn't your first language, and neither was L33T. The British bad girl already on her A-game, pushing Dva into the ropes and choking her on them. The ref gives her a warning, but Tracer gives her a shove. But it's enough distraction for Dva to deliver a quick reverse kick between the legs!"

"OOOOH RIGHT IN ZE MUSCHI! ZE BRITISH BOMBER GOES DOWN! UND HER HANDS HAVE GONE TO COVER ZE DAMAGE! DVA DOESN'T SEEM TO HURRIED, UND IS TAKING HER TIME BY GLOATING! I'D SAY ZAT IS BAD SPORTSMANSHIP BUT CONSIDERING WHO SHE IS FIGHTING, WHO GIVES A SHIT!"

"Bad sport indeed, she gets the downed Tracer by the hair, and gives her a bunch of knees to the face. She's seeing stars now as Dva lifts her up even higher and OOH! Drops her tits first onto her knees as she drops down."

"TRACER IS MOANING AND ROLLING SIDE TO SIDE IN PAIN! WE MIGHT SEE SOME MILK BUT ZE END OF THIS BUT ONLY A LITTLE FROM TRACER AND NONE FROM ZE TEEN! DVA COMES AROUND TO STOMP ON ZE POOR GIRL'S STOMACH. LOOKS LIKE DVA IS PERFORMING HER CLASSIC ZERG RUSH TACTIC!"

"No time for defense at this rate. It's paid off for her in the past, so let's see if it holds out, or if she needs additional pylons. ...is that how the game works?  I just hear things... uh oh, Dva's got the ankles and she's spreading them out wide..."

Tracer is twisting that ankle like she thinks it's going to come off! Dva's clearly in a lot of pain down there as Tracer throws a few choice words down at her. And here I thought English WAS my first language... OH! And there's some spit to the face. Totally uncalled for on the bad Brit's part."

"HAHA! BUT IT'S SO ENTERTAINING! GET HER TRACER! GET HER GOOD!"

Dvas crawling for the ropes, but Tracer drags her back to the middle. She's going to her knees and looks like she's giving Dva's little opening some extra attention. The fans are loving that kind of lovin' but... owww! Watch those teeth, Tracey!

"NOW EVEN I ZINK ZIS IS STARTING TO GET DIRTY! ZE REF TRIES TO BREAK IT UP BUT SHE IS NO ANA AND TRACER JUST PUSHES HER AWAY BEFORE CONTINUING HER PUNISHMENT ON DVA! CAN VE GET A REF VITH SOME BALLS HERE!?"

"If they had em, Tracer would have bashed them by now. Dva just in tears while Tracer bounces back up. Licking her lips for the crowd like she was delicious. Dva goes to a corner to nurse some injuries, but Tracer's out to keep her from using that time too wisely."



"GOING INTO ZE CORNER IS TRAPPING HER LIKE A BRITISH SOLDIER IN DUNKIRK! ERRR I MEAN, LIKE A RAT IN A TRAP! UND NOW TRACER IS COMING IN TO LAY INTO ZE TEEN! OOOOH SHE IS BASHING HER HEAD INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!"


Dva getting some nasty whiplash out of this fight. Tracer knows how to lay down the hurt and where to put it as she's on a hot streak tonight. Hope Widow's enjoying all that attention grabbing she's doing. Dva's laid out in the corner as Tracer tugs up that thong, smacks the cheeks and there goes the stinkface! More humiliating than painful, but it's not exactly painless either."

"AH YES! TRACER HAS BEEN RATHER FAMOUS FOR HER BRITISH BEHIND EVER SINCE SHE FIRST JOINED! UND IT LOOKS LIKE VIDOW HAS TAUGHT HER HOW TO USE IT VITH A VENGEANCE! VHAT A SIGHT!"

"A sight that Dva's probably too close to enjoy properly right now. Tracer gets Dva up for a quick British bulldog to the mats before she goes for the ropes. It looks like she might be setting up for a Pulse Bomb to finish this!"

"ZINGS AREN'T LOOKING GOOD FOR ZE TERRIBLE TEEN- VAIT! IS IT? YES IT IS! DVA'S "MECH" ZARYA IS COMING DOWN ZE RAMP BEFORE HER MATCH! UND SHE LOOKS PISSED! NOT TO MENTION BEING ONLY IN SHORT SHORTS IS REALLY SHOWING OFF HER MUSCLES VHICH SHOULD MAKE TRACER ZINK TVICE!"


"Tracer's definitely keeping an eye on Zarya, whether it's on the goods or the muscles she's on the lookout for. She's shouting at Zarya to try to keep her off her bounce y ass, when she should be keeping her eye on Dva."


"UND SHE REALLY SHOULD HAVE! DVA IS UP QUICK ENOUGH VITH SEVERAL HEAVY PUNCHES TO ZE SNATCH! ZAT HAS GOT TO HURT UND TRACER FALLS TO ZE MAT!"

"Long way down from that spot she had picked out for the launch pad! She's kicking her feet and a lot of that fight taken out of her. Dva leans out the ropes to be sweet with her big brawny toy before going back after Tracer. She sits on her back and pulls on a boston crab trying to bend the flexible Brit right in half! This could be it!"

"TRUE! VAIT! VHAT'S ZIS!? VIDOW IS SAUNTERING DOWN ZE RAMP! VILL SHE INTERFERE! ZARYA MOVES TO CONFRONT HER BUT ZE BLUE WOMAN JUST LAUGHS AND SHAKES HER HEAD BEFORE TURNING TO VATCH THE FIGHT! LOOKS LIKE TRACER IS ON HER OWN!"


"Widow being around evens the playing field a bit, even if I doubt that's her real intention to make ANYthing fair. Dva cranks on the hold, and adds a crotch claw to the mix, digging under Tracer's shorts to get right to the meat of the problem. Is it me, though, or does Tracer look more afraid of
Widow than even her opponent who has her trapped right now?"


YOU VOULD BE TOO IF YOU HAD HER VAITING AT HOME FOR YOU! DVA GRIPS AT TRACER'S THONG UND YANKS UP! OOOO, UND IT COMES OFF VITH A SNAP! ZE VHIPLASH HAS GOT TO HURT!"

"Yes, but that snap's just what Tracer needed. Didn't want, but needed. It gets her out of that hold when Dva loses her grip, even if Tracer's bottomless. She crawls quickly to the ropes, trying to get a moment to breathe away from the nasty Korean gremlin. Dva gives a little tribute to the fans as she throws the thong out to the crowd.

"VIDOW LOOKS DISPLEASED VITH HER LOVER'S PERFORMANCE VHILE ZARYA IS APPLAUDING! BUT VAIT! TRACER JUMPS ON ZE ROPES AND USES ZE SPRING BACK TO BACK FLIP A BODY SLAM ONTO DVA!"

 "Dva did not see that coming! Tracer's agility paying off in spades. She heads for the ropes again, Dva barely up when ANOTHER flip into a splash. Tracer's all but running circle around her now. She pulls up the dizzy Dva by the hair and rakes those nails down her face and eyes while she humps on her tight little ass. Definitely something she must've picked up from her mistress."

"NO DOUBT! ZARYA IS LOOKING FURIOUS BUT IT SEEMS VIDOW IS ENJOYING ZE VIEW! VHILE ONE HAND CLAWS AT HER FACE, TRACER IS SENDING ANOTHER ONE DOWN DVA'S PANTS TO TOY VITH HER! NOW ZIS IS VHAT BRINGS IN ZE VIEWERS!"

Dva's in enough pain and humiliation that she's in tears again. Tracer give Zarya a little kissy face before she turns around and bounces her booty on Dva's head, banging her into the mat while she spreads out the barely-legal brawler's thighs for the crowd to see. And a big spank for the little opening!"


"ZARYA CAN DO NOZING AS ZE WHOLE ARENA HAS SEEN HER NOW! UND IT LOOKS LIKE TRACER IS GOING FOR A SEXUAL PIN! A FACESIT MIXED VITH A CROTCH CLAW!"

She counts the fingers off; one, two three before she stuffs them into Dva, and the ref counts the same.This could be it! 1! 2!"


"3! ZE DAMAGED TEEN COULDN'T TAKE MUCH MORE UND SHE IS DOWN FOR ZE COUNT! LOOKS LIKE TRACER VINS ZIS ONE!"


And she's sure to let Dva know it. The gamer just wants to curl up and heal, ubt Tracer's shouter in her face all sorts of shit talk. Ooh, and a bitter kick in the gut for good measure."

"IT ZEEMS TOO MUCH FOR ZARYA UND ZE MUSCLE MACHINE IS IN ZE RING! SHE MOVES TOWARD HER LOVER VITH A DEFENSIVE EXPRESSION ON HER FACE! TRACER BETTER GET OUT OF THERE UNLESS SHE VANTS TO DEAL VITH ZE ANGRY RUSSIAN BEAR!"

"And the British weasel does just that and slips out the other side, running to her mistress like a spooked child. While the real child she victimized is still a broken heap in the ring. Used to be a good girl, that Tracer..."

"VELL I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT ZINGS HAVE GOTTEN A LOT MORE INTERESTING VITH HER UNDER VIDOW'S TEACHING! MEANVHILE, IT LOOKS LIKE ZARYA HAS PICKED UP HER PARTNER UND IS TAKING HER BACK TO ZE DRESSING ROOM. I VONDER IF SHE VILL BE ABLE TO PART HERSELF FROM DVA LONG ENOUGH FOR HER MATCH. DVA IS LOOKING IN SOME PRETTY BAD SHAPE!"
"Well can just hope that wasn't part of Widow's plan for something. She's crafty, but she doesn't even have a match with the Russian. But they're already cleaning up for Mercy and Mei's showdown, right after this!"

continues http://luffy316.blogspot.com/2016/10/overwatch-wrestling-chat-pt2-mei-vs.html

Pathfinder Catfight: The Raft Fight

the concerning end of the party of adventurers, an all female band of heroines calling themselves Girl Power. their shallow bonds turns to anger with each other as they get stuck in a trap, and becomes a giant brawl amongst themselves in a catty brawl of halflings and elves, sorceresses and barbarians

"Well this is a real fucking perfect spot you've gotten us into!"

"Wait, me!? It wasn't me! Kay was holding the map!"

"The one that YOU drew!"

"Well we found the cult, didn't we?"

"Yea, we did... but we were LOOKING for the ogres!"

Girl Power was a fairly famous adventuring party, known to take on some of the biggest adventures in the region. While they were a diverse bunch of races and classes, they were well known for being entirely female. They seemed to get along great so far, but that was when their quests were smooth and profitable.

Their last quest had gotten them terribly lost, and so they had walked right into an ambush. A mad cleric of some forgotten god and his goblin lackeys had taken them down in a few moments, and they had woken up on a large but rickety raft in a boiling hot lake in some sort of cave. They were stripped of all their gear and armor, wearing just their undergarments (for those that had them). The spellcasters tried to conjure some magic, but they found the magic drained from them. Even the Iana (their wood elf monk) had trouble mustering even the most basic amounts of her chi in this dark place.

The evil cleric gave them a brief monologue about sacrifice and true power, or something like that. It was hard to hear him over the angry swearing of their teammates. But then the splash of a big black tentacle in the water reminded them they were not alone. The girls went quiet as the cleric left them alone in their creaky, watery prison. That was when the bickering had started.

The slender, brown-haired Iana elbowed back at their party druid. "Watch your big ass there, Vira," she growled. "You almost knocked me in there with that... whatever."

The shaggy, white-haired druidic drow leered back at her. "So what? You could use a bath anyway, you tramp."

"Speak for yourself," grunted Tilus, the lightfoot halfling bard of the bunch. "Try living at ass-height with you bunch of skanks."

"Don't tempt me, Tilly," huffed Dura. The big and broad half-orc barbarian crossed her thick arms across her chest. Thick dark dreads going down her back and shoulders covered about as much as her underwear did. "If we start taking on water, you're the one I can kick off the the farthest and the fastest."

"You'll do no such thing," Reidi defended. The faintly-glowing aasimar paladin turned to face the barbarian with a scowl, her long, cloud-colored hair flowing after her head. "Sink, fight, swim or die, we'll do it together."

"Awfully high and mighty for the bitch who keeps taking an extra cut for her 'leadership bonus," growled Jeras. The red-skinned tiefling sneered as she tossed her head, her long dark hair batting Iana in the face. "I didn't think sleeping around with whore for your love goddess counted as leadership."

"Would you two knock it off before I knock YOU off!?" barked Mona, the redhead human fighter. She was fit and solid, if nothing quite to Dura's scale, and with more pretty features and a curvier figure than the more rugged features of the half-breed. "Keep your heads in the game! I can't think with all of you bitching!"

"Yea, YOUR thinking will save us," scoffed Wyara, their resident high elf wizard. "See how long it takes your thinking to catch up to us and realize it doesn't have a sword to 'think' with."

"At least she can do anything at all without hiding behind some magic," shot Kayla, their human ranger. She was a short-haired girl, tomboyish at a glance. It was pretty clear that the black-haired woman had lived in the woods half of her life. "Even I can throw a punch without wiggling a wand at somebody."

"Lot of good that did us with your fancy ranger senses as our shitty guide," snapped Dawn. The half-elf sorceress put her fists on her rounded hips, right where her long golden hair ended. "Maybe I ought to show you that not all of us spellcasters are just words and scrolls like Wy over there."

"Watch where you're lookin' when you say that," snorted Breigh as the dwarf adjusted the simple bra over her ample chest, especially at her shorter size and plump but feminine figure. "Otherwise I'll show you why I'm the cleric for the goddess of war."

"That is it!" Tink the gnome rogue spun around, the little pink-haired thief shoving Dawn in the stomach. "I'm sick and tired of you skanks and your whining and stupid threats! You talk shit, you get hit!"

Before Dawn could even react in her own outrage, Mona shifted her weight to bump her hip into Tink. The gnome stumbled back a few paces, but her quick reflexes grabbed onto Dura's leg to stop herself. The barbarian growled and turned to grab her, just for Jeras to jump onto her back and pull on her neck and hair. Vira snatched Iana by the hair, surprising the monk as she shook her by the head, but Tilus returned the surprise by slipping in behind her and uppercutting the drow in the pussy.

Vira let out a loud groan and fell to her knees, the group's commotion rocking the raft and the tentacles in the water clearly starting to get riled up as well. Breigh slammed into the thinner Reidi, tackling the paladin to the rickety raft. The dwarf grabbed onto Reidi's breast, squeezing and pulling painfully on the lovel orb.

"It's what you get when your goddess is such a pushover," Breigh taunted, but Reidi slapped the curvy cleric across the cheek and yanked on her hair to fling her off.

"You forgot that Aphrodite’s also the goddess of rough love, you dirty dwarven bitch!" the paladin hissed, rolling over on top of her most immediate foe.

Mona snickered at the mayhem she'd caused with Tink, but Wyara surprised her with a punch in the stomach. "Not much without that armor, are you, you cow?!" the wizard gloated as Mona bent over holding her stomach. Mona stayed doubled over as she tackled into the spellcaster, landing them both clawing and thrashing at each other on what passed for the deck of their raft right between Dawn and Kayla. Mona and Wyara scrapped wildly until the other two grabbed them by the arms and forced them to their feet. Any thoughts of them breaking up the fight were quickly dismissed as the ranger and sorcerer grabbed them by their shoulders and banged the other two's heads together. Mona and Wyara dropped back down before Dawn and Kayla stepped over them to grab at each other.

Dura caught Jeras by her hair, reaching a long, strong arm over her shoulder and then swinging the warlock over in front of her. Tink yelped and darted to one side to avoid being squashed by the falling tiefling, but Dura snatched the gnome by her arm and flung her back into the rest of the brawling adventurers.

The half-orc started to move on another easy target when Reidi got her legs under Breigh and kicked hard. It flung the stocky dwarf back into Dura, the two clashing and tumbling to one side of the raft. The combined weight of the two heaviest members of the party tilted the raft drastically to their side, getting various shrieks and curses from the party.

"Aphrodite's tits! Get them back!" Reidi shouted angrily. The boiling hot water was splashing up over the crude raft, splashing and stinging the party's thighs and feet. The girls all scrambled back and pushed each other for leverage, several of them even dipping ankle-deep into the lake. The black tentacles stirred the water into a froth a few yards off, putting even more panic into the members of Girl Power.

Tilus pulled on Breigh's loincloth while Kayla and Vira held onto the dwarf's hands, trying to drag her back up. Mona and Iana hooked their arm with Dura's and with one great pull, they managed to heave her back towards the middle of the boat. The orcish girl landed roughly on top of them, squashing them under her muscled but big breasts as the raft rocked back into a more stable position. The shift also tossed Breigh into her own angrily aiding teammates, slamming into the ranger and druid before landing ass first on Tilus' face. The halfling kicked and squirmed under Breigh, which mostly just reminded the dwarf of how little she was wearing below the waist.

The raft was righted again, but the wood creaked and the ropes frayed. It wasn't built for a long journey, only to hold up sacrifices for a few minutes over scalding water. Goblin craftsmanship what it was, all the rocking and the extra weight was not doing it any good, and the tentacled thing hadn't even gotten a hold of it yet.

Vira shoved the dwarf angrily. "Watch where you fling that fat ass of yours," she growled, Breigh still sitting on top of Tilus rather than risk falling off again. The hot water was already sticking her hair to her face. "You almost threw me right off with it!"

Reidi smacked the drow in the back of the head. "You all nearly screwed us all over! Like you were saving her for anything but your own good, you greedy little sneak."

Dura went through a similar situation as Mona and Iana pushed at her, trying to get the heavy half-orc off of them. Iana put a quick punch into Dura's breast, the barbarian responding with a sharp backhand to her face.

"Watch the hands, bitch!" she growled.

"Like you get any more action than that!" Wyara snorted. "A selfish, pig-faced slut doesn't even deserve to get laid."

Dawn shoved Wyara, clearly in a huff. "You calling her selfish!" she growled. "Where were you when she was about to tip us all into those grabby things. Plus, calling dibs on EVERY magic item?"

Wyara shoved her back, Dawn's foot hitting the edge of the raft and a chunk of log cracking off. It floated away while Dawn flailed to stay on the creaking platform, but Dura grabbed Wyara by the ankle and yanked her off her feet as she rose to her own. Wyara landed with a hard grunt as her breasts squashed against the warm, wet wood.

Tink was short enough that the splashing had almost covered her in the scalding water, clinging her clothes to her skin worse than anyone. She leapt up nimbly to scale up Kayla's shoulders, angrily twisting the ranger's tangled hair with both hands. Kayla yelped and reached over her head to claw at her tiny attacker, but in staggering around she nearly stepped on Jeras' leg. Not needing much of an excuse to do so, she kicked into the back of Kayla's legs as she passed her by, sending the two of them toppling over and rocking the raft with their landing.

Tilus managed to shift her position enough to bite into Breigh's pussy, tearing at her labia like a hungry dog. The dwarf howled in pain and jolted hard, trying to escape the sudden and intimate pain. Tilus hung onto the dwarf's curvy hips, teeth still latched onto her tender labia.

Breigh twisted enough to slam a knee into Tilus' ribs, knocking the halfling off onto the raft. The bard spat angrily off in the steaming hot water. "Never tasted dwarf cunt before. At least it's better than Mona's cooking."

Mona climbed out of the heap with Dura, bumping into Reidi as she struggled with Vira. "Quit your rocking around, you two!" Mona barked at them, giving the wrestling dark and light-colored women a swat in the head. Vira readily turned on her, punching the warrior in her firm stomach. It still made her retch for a moment and fall to her knees, Reidi taking the opening to grab the drow by the hair.

"Your sacrifice is much appreciated," she debatably righteous warrior hissed in her ear, tossing Vira to the ground.

"If it's so honorable, then you do it!" Vira snapped back, landing on her ass roughly but kicking up in between Reidi's legs, her toes burrowing into the aasimar's twat at full force. While she wasn't as virginal as the paladin stereotype went, it was still a painful shock to the woman's system. Vira grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the edge of the boat, looking to lighten the load when Kayla bumped into her, still staggering about with Tink riding her and trying to rip her hair out. By now, Jeras had started giving chase, but Iana had tackled her around the waist and was holding her legs open to punch her in the pussy.

Kayla bounced off of Vira, which proved enough to knock Tink off her back and onto the raft again. Kayla turned to her furiously, her hair even more ragged than usual and her top dripping wet to the point where it was starting to slip off her body. "You miserable little runt," growled the ranger, grabbing the gnome by her wet, bright pink hair. She squeaked in pain, but she grabbed one of the crudely knotted ropes beside her and pulled.

It was the rogue's quick thinking that made Kayla release her as she stumbled to stay balanced on the suddenly shifting raft. It was also the last straw in starting the raft's collapse, the women all shouting and panicking as it caused a chain reaction with the rest of the poorly assembled watercraft. It came apart in chunks, forcing the party to split up on even smaller sections of wood and rope.

Tink bounded off onto one of the smaller pieces of the raft. She thought it was big enough to stand on, but not enough for another human-sized creature to land on it (certainly not one as heavy as Dura, and never someone with as big an ass as Mona or Breigh). She was intent on paddling to shore herself when Tilus bounded nimbly onto it was well, rocking the piece of raft but not quite tipping it with her tidy landing and tiny body.

"Get off! This one's mine!" the gnome snapped, finally picking on the only one in Girl Power that was actually her own size.

"Oh, go to the hells. I'm getting out of here without a backstabbing bitch like you!" Tilus shouted right back, pushing Tink in the chest. Her small breasts bounced (though they were generous for her tiny figure, at least) as she regained her balance at the last moment.

"Why you dirty little slutbag!" Tink snarled back, grabbing the bard by her blonde hair and tackling her to the bottom of their rickety mini-raft. It reminded any members of Girl Power of the time the duo had created a distraction at the inn with a simple offer the owner couldn't refuse: "halfling mud wrestling night."

Meanwhile, the main portion of the raft held the slight majority of the party. It was the only one that seemed big enough to hold Dura, even if her athletic build would have let her leap to any of the lesser fragments. Mona, Reidi, Wyara and Breigh were crammed into the same spot, all of them almost chest to chest with their companions. The slender elven wizard's expression turned sour between the smell of her wet and sweaty companions and the fact that her smaller breasts was being mashed up against the impressive sets of those like Dura's and Reidi's.

"Ugh! How do you all live with yourselves with that smell!?" Wyara sneered. "This is why my culture's so isolated."

"I vote we throw her off first," Breigh growled, quickly turning on the taller elf.

"Why don't we move your fat ass first?" Reidi snapped to the dwarf, elbowing her sharply. She yelped and grabbed Mona around the waist, the fighter palming and pushing on their cleric's face.

"Hey! Fuck off! Don't drag me down with your useless healer ass!" Mona shouted. When she wouldn't budge, Mona kneed the shorter woman in the breast. Dura grabbed Reidi by the hair, growling as she tried to push the paladin off. Reidi dug her nails into Dura's wrists to hold on, and hooked a leg on Wyara's for good measure. The skinny elf was easily tripped by the maneuver, spilling her onto the floor of what remained of their raft. She shrieked and curled up as the women scuffled and shoved at each other, uncaring that she was now underfoot of almost everywhere they could step.

On a long and narrow piece of their former vessel, Iana and Kayla balanced on either end. Kayla's eyes went down to the black outline running beneath them, the tentacles starting to get antsy about its incoming victims. Iana watched her feet, feeling ashamed that she was so tensely balanced. With her training and full access to her chi, she would have laughed at the idea of falling off a wide wet log. Now it took all her focus just to move along it at a slow shuffle.

On a long and narrow piece of their former vessel, Iana and Kayla balanced on either end. Kayla's eyes went down to the black outline running beneath them, the tentacles starting to get antsy about its incoming victims. Iana watched her feet, feeling ashamed that she was so tensely balanced. With her training and full access to her chi, she would have laughed at the idea of falling off a wide wet log. Now it took all her focus just to move along it at a slow shuffle. Kayla was in the same sort of spot, but she advanced despite the occasional squeak and slip of her feet on the log.

They finally drew close enough where Iana slapped Kayla in her tender breast. The ranger flailed for a moment to keep her balance from the off putting smack, but Iana's own attack had left her stumbling to maintain her footing. As soon as Kayla had herself balanced again, she shoved Iana in her own perky tits, making her stumble back a few step as she struggled just to move backward rather than slip off either precarious side.

This left Dawn, Vira, and Jeras on the last suitable fragment of the raft. Even with the three light spellcasters had to watch their steps on the rickety remains of their vessel. Not that they did, since they were too busy trying to knock their hated teammates off the excuse for a watercraft.

Dawn grabbed at the tiefling's top, pulling to try to swing her off into the water. "You're used to the heat, aren't you, devil bitch?" Dawn snapped. Jeras clawed at her arm and hair to hang on and hurt her attacker all in one go. Vira grabbed Dawn by the hair from behind, even as her fingers scratched with Jeras' for a something to hang onto. She got a grip and was ready to shove them both in when Dawn's elbow swung backward, blindly nailing the druid in her coal-black nose. Vira tumbled back from her, holding her face until she nearly fell off. All that saved the druid was when she slipped and fell to her knees, grabbing out blindly and catching Jeras by her underwear, yanking them down around her ankles.

"You stupid, cave-crawling little beast fucker!" Jeras shrieked, trying to conceal her nudity while still kicking at the downed drow. The half-elf grabbed her from behind while she did, raining clumsy fists over the back of Jeras' head.

With their non-stop arguing and shoving, there came the first inevitable falls into the hot and mysterious waters. Iana landed a punch to one of Kayla's breasts, a risky move that still left the ranger stumbling beyond her control. Iana gave a kick to her inner thigh, knocking it outward and making Kayla fall straight down with her legs spread out. Kayla let out a tiny grunt as she was crotched on the broad log, her face slowly twisting in pain.

"Ha! Serves you right, you filthy excuse for a hunter," Iana growled, focusing on staying balanced on top while Kayla sank powerlessly into the water. At the last moment, though, Kayla grabbed onto the side of the log. Iana gasped and stumbled at the shift in weight, barely keeping her footing after several close calls.

"Idiot! Get off!" Iana barked, but a tentacle reached out and grabbed Kayla, pulling her right under the steaming waters. Kayla couldn't stop the strong appendage, but she didn't go quietly. That equated to holding onto the log for too long, rolling it sharply and tossing Iana in right after her when it went out of control.

The two of them splashed through the surface of the murky waters, and it stung to open their eyes in such high temperatures. The could make out that the tentacles simply grew out of the bottom of the lake rather than from any kind of creature or demon. They were sleek black things that grabbed and writhed constantly, and with them in the water, they quickly lashed out at them. Kayla was able to dodge one, but three more were already on her by the time she had eluded one.

One grabbed her leg and pulled, yanking her deeper under. The fit huntress could hold her breath for some time, given her firm constitution, but it wasn't her real concern at the moment. A second appendage wrapped around her chest, squeezing her breasts tightly to her chest as the tip of the tentacle smeared over her nipple. The third continued what the first had started, snaking up between her opened legs and stuffed its way into Kayla's pussy.

The ranger moaned and squirmed, blowing some precious air bubbles to the surface as she half-heartedly tried to pull away. Whether it had some powers of lust or she was just wound up from the fight, her body was enjoying the rough and slimy penetration more than she felt that she rightfully should.

She saw Iana going through the same sort of treatment, one pinning down her arms while two more squeezed and fondled between her breasts and groin. The monk had often boasted about her order's vows of chastity, but many of the members of Girl Power doubted it based on the noises they sometimes heard coming from her room. Those were clearly out of the question as she was slathered with the slimy black tendrils entering every hole their blind grasp could find. Even her fit body was unable to pull free from them, and the more they probed into her, the more she moaned and thrust into them. Her body writhed and tensed with the rhythm of the tentacles before she succumbed to them. She screamed out an orgasmic burst of bubbles up to the surface before another tentacle swept in to drive its way down her throat. She choked on it a moment before realizing she could breathe through her mouth... the thing was keeping her alive to do it again.

The sharp burst of bubbles on the surface did nothing to put the other girls at ease, and even their shared sense of dread didn't bring Girl Power back together. They just hurried to ditch each other that much quicker.

Wyara squirmed along the floor of the main raft, avoiding the bigger and stronger sorts that were stomping and kicking around above her. Not patient enough to wait it out and not confident enough to make a swim for shore, the wizard braced herself on her back and shot a kick straight up. Dura had been Mona by the hair and was punching and slapping her breasts when the elf's foot bashed right into the half-orc's twat. Wyara felt the mixed fluids in Dura's pussy as she groaned and fell to her knees beside her, the high elf laughing at her expense.

"Shows how far you get on brawn alone, you pig-faced slut," Wyara taunted. She regretted it almost instantly as the sluggish warrior grabbed her by the neck. Wyara still managed to kick Dura in the breast, enough to send the stunned she-orc falling off the makeshift boat... with Wyara still in her grasp.

"No! No, let go you stupid thing!" the elf panicked, but her slight build was easily yanked off with her. Another chunk of the raft was torn off, and the water was splashing more clearly over the logs. Dura tread the hot water a moment, coughing on the steam while Wyara tried to cling to her to stay afloat. A tentacle quickly rose above the water, wrapping around the wizard's throat and stuffing the tip inside her mouth. Her cheeks puffed up a moment before she was dragged under, and Dura's kicking feet soon froze up as her tenderized crotch was suddenly filled with a pair of greedily probing tentacles and forcing her to sink under as well.

Tink and Tilus were scrambling all over each other, their tiny garments long gone between their clawing and the strong splash of the waters. The smallest of the party members fought the more viciously to make up for their size, and it was all being directed right into the other. Tilus ripped out a chunk of brightly-colored hair while kicking at Tink's stomach. The rogue was laying on top of her, clawing at the bard's face and squeezing one of her breasts.

"Get off, you fucking skank!" Tilus shouted up at the attacking demi-human.

"Where's those flowery words now, minstrel," Tink taunted back, but the halfling bashed a fist into her nose. Tink flopped off to one side, rubbing her face when Tilus grabbed her by her plump bottom in one hand, the other jamming her nails into her vagina from below.

"How's that for a backstab, you ugly little sneak!?" Tilus growled in her normally sweet voice, shoving Tink off towards the edge of the raft. Tink grabbed and kicked at anything she could, but a sharp squeeze to the privates stopped her whenever she got anything resembling a proper grip. She gave Tink one last push to send her off into the water, the thrashing rogue catching hold of the bard's blonde hair.

"Ahhhh! Let go!" Tilus howled. "Don't drag me down with you!"

"I'll climb up you and ride your fat ass to shore if I have to!" Tink threatened back, but a tentacle wrapped around her chest and squeezed. The thief gasped right before another tentacle seemed to sense the opening and stuff itself inside, showing just how flexible her race could be as she took one the same size that was pleasuring the half-orc. She gagged and beat her fists on the glorified piece of driftwood, but finally she sank under when a third cracked itself against her round little bottom.

Tilus boosted herself back onto the tiny raft, but it was tilted too far and too full of holes by now. The halfling scooted back as much as she could, but even at her tiny size it started to capsize. "This is what I get for working with you dumbasses!" she shouted. "I swear, Tink, if I survive, I'm going to write poems about what a piece of shit you are!" She was cut off when a tentacle speared itself up between her legs, getting a choked squeak out of her before she vanished beneath the waters.

The raft full of spellcasters was taking on water, and any spells they might have had would have been wasted on their struggles with one another. Vira had started to straddle and strangle Dawn, but their combined weight was tipping the raft over. Jeras tried to scale the other end and hang on, even her demonic heritage not enough to make her comfortable with the notion of the strange tentacles and boiling hot water. Their portion of the raft tipped over all at once, tossing the three in with one big splash. The waves they and their thrashing comrades under the surface caused were enough to tip the main raft as well. The tentacles were in a frenzy by now, sensing the bodies in the water and looking for more that weren't entirely buried in tentacles already. A few slapped and grabbed at the main raft until it capsized as well, dumping Breigh, Reidi and Mona in as well.

Even a literal sinking ship couldn't bring the angry adventurers together. As the water stung their skin and eyes, Breigh angrily splashed some of it at Vira. Mona dunked Reidi under the surface and tried to hold her there, but Jeras jumped on her shoulders. It didn't so much save Reidi as it added to the weight put on her, but it was never her intent to anyway. Dawn went to pile onto the warrior as well, but was cut off when a pair of tentacles found her. Each wrapped around one of the half-elf's breasts, squeezing them firmly until she gave a shrill cry. She reached out to grab something to pull herself away, perhaps the leg or hair of a former teammate, but Vira kicked her back into the tentacles' grasp. Dawn was quickly overcome as they probed into her other holes, turning her upsides down and entering her ass and pussy before dragging her into the water.

Reidi saw the sorceress in her blurry, underwater vision, followed by spotting the black tentacles that pumped into her every available opening. the paladin's eyes widened, and she looked around to see the other girls in a similar state. They seemed alive no matter how long they had been under the surface, but all with their mouths and holes stuffed full of the black things. Reidi gave a shriek of panic with the last of her breath, but that just drew the flailing things to her quicker. Reidi's unwitting cry for attention meant that those holding onto her were grabbed just as quickly.

Reidi had her legs and privates pumped before she could even try to breathe again, spiraling inside the righteous (if so self-proclaimed) paladin. She groaned and grabbed at her former allies' legs, pulling them down that much quicker when the tentacles went for Mona and Jeras. The tiefling was actually dragged under while still clawing at Mona's face.

"It's still your fucking fault!" Jeras barked at her.

"I'd tell you to fuck yourself, but I think they'll do a good enough job for you!" Mona shouted back, just before they both vanished into the water and were reduced to moaning, thrusting messes.

Briegh and Vira's splash fight had devolved into a regular fight, kicking and clawing at each other while they spat angry insults.

"Only thing worse than an elf is a traitor dark elf," Breigh snarled at her as she kicked Vira in the twat under the water.

"Go fuck an anvil, you filthy mountain hermit!" the druid snapped back, sinking her nails into Breigh's hefty tits. "Ow! Stop kicking there, you fatass!"

"I only hit you once, you liar! I don't want to risk catching something."

Vira seemed to consider this a moment before a dark appendage slithered up her chest, cupping her breast and grabbing her by the throat. One grabbed Breigh by the ass, but she pulled it off just to shove it towards Vira as well. The drow hissed out a curse just before they wrapped around and inside her. The dwarf paddled wildly for shore, but it only served to draw more attention to herself. The dwarf's raised legs made an easy target for the tentacles to stick their way inside her ass and pussy, rooting her to the spot. More groped and whipped at her tits, distracting the dwarf. She looked down to try to grab at the ones on her breasts, only to make her head a perfect target for another tendril to shoot into her mouth. She gagged a moment before she moaned and groaned, the only way she seemed able to breathe through the probing things. Not that it wasn't completely unpleasant as the wet limbs stuck into just the right spots, if a bit roughly.

It seemed in its own creepy way, it was the closest that Girl Power had been in a long time. All together at the bottom of the pond, being fucked silly by primitive tentacles for a cult of goblins' amusement. If they would escape, it would be a long time coming. More likely, some adventurers would hear about the cult and find the humiliated and horny victims of their latest experiments, soaked to the bone and cummed dry when they were pulled from their sexual prisons and left wondering whether they loved or hated the whole experience.

Martina Hingis in the WWE

another repeat customer to the stories of Martina Hingis and the other brawling tennis players. In this one, Martina signs up for some humiliating and painful matches with some WWE stars. another rough and brutal match in the spirit of the previous ones, so lots of boob crushing going on

Martina Hingis had felt like she was at a low point of her life for a while. The Swiss tennis player had been through several fights recently with various rivals, all of them turning out to be losses. Her entire nipple had been ripped of by a claw hammer in her last fight, and her small breasts were scarred and saggy from all the damage she had taken.

Perhaps the one thing that had kept her from quitting everything altogether was her new boyfriend. After the fight at their signing and press conference, she had been helped out by one of the journalists. She stayed with him at his invitation, and even spent enough time together to find out that his name was Paul. The help in her vulnerable times was greatly appreciated, and she'd wanted to pay him back regardless of how much he insisted. Their relationship had grown from there, and soon they were making love almost every night.

They had a bit of a rhythm to their sex at this point. Warming up with oral, kissing over each others' bodies. Paul knew how Martina always moaned and writhed when he lingered over her breasts. They were in agony when he'd first helped her, and while they were much better now, she seemed to enjoy the dull pain of his gentle touches and licks. Even when he sucked at the scar tissue where her one nipple had been, she gasped and thrust her chest out for him.

He finally sat back in the bed, pulling her onto his lap. Martina smiled at him with warm but hungry eyes, desperately wanting this sensual reassurance. "You're beautiful," he told her as he led her by the hand closer to him.

"You lie," she replied, but with a giggle in her voice. It was a point of shame at first, but for how much he flattered her, it was more of a game by now. "I'm a scarred up loser, aren't I?"

"You're beautiful," he repeated, pulling her closer still until his cock pushed against her freshly healed pussy lips. "You're my sexy little champ."

Martina smiled wider, leaning in and kissing him as she properly mounted his cock. She started to grind up and down, twitching sharply when he seemed to hit just the right spot. Her groin had taken a lot of beating and clawing in the fight as well, and he still wasn't sure how much of her reactions were from how sensitive it had become from all its suffering. Regardless, it clearly drove Martina wild, riding him as she grunted almost savagely. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he rubbed his hands up her sides before gently cupping her breasts.

"Squeeze them," she whispered to him, her breath brushing over his lips. Paul knew she'd gotten used to their tenderness, and he gave it a firm squeeze. Any other person might have thought they would pop, but the soft muscle and flesh inside them oozed around under his touch. Martina gave a shrill shout, something that had made Paul stop and pull away the first few times it had happened. Now he just squeezed even harder, knowing it was less of a pain as it was overloading her sexual instincts. She humped him in slow, hard thrusts, and he could hear her loose and wet twat squish against her erection. As much as he loved the beautiful woman on top of him, hearing her almost pained responses to his fucking was an incredible rush.

"That's it. That's perfect," Martina panted, riding him harder and faster by the minute. "Fuck your champ, baby. Give it to me hard. You know I can take it." One of the Swiss tennis star's hands ran over his chest, the other actually running through her hair and pulling on it. He had to wonder if Martina was always such a masochist in bed, or if the fight had traumatized her into this kind of mentality. Either way, she seemed to love it. He pulled on her nipple and kissed along her neck, even biting at the tender muscle. Martina panted and wailed desperately, finally shaking as she came on him. He felt the hot rush of her fluids as her loose lips tried to clench around his shaft. Even as he intensified his pumping, she rode him into a second orgasm before he even came in her once.

The two kissed as their husky screams went between their lips, emptying their fluids into each other before they slowed to a sweaty embrace. "You were amazing, Tina," Paul flattered her, stroking a hand through her sweaty hair. "Scars and all."

"Imagine what I was like before all the damage." She smiled, sitting up a bit to arch her back and pose for him proudly.

"Well, I don't care what they say in the magazines. You seem plenty in shape to me. You ever think of going back out there?"

Martina would have shuddered or cried at the idea a few weeks ago, but now she thought about it. "I think so," she confirmed, slowly sliding off of Paul's dick and laying next to him. He curled up against her, a head resting on her drooping breast. "I mean, I wouldn't want to get back into tennis. Serena and them, they'd never let me be. I need something... different."

"Please don't say golf," Paul sighed. "I hate covering golf."

Martina laughed and gave him a harmless smack to the chest. "No, dummy. I want to fight again. I mean, I have a lot of matches under my belt. I may not have won, but I did some damage in there. Those girls didn't exactly come out in mint condition themselves."

"One of those 'you should see the other girl' fights," Paul chuckled. "Well, if you're interested, I have been hearing about someone scouting for some new talent. And if they're taking in rookies, I'm sure they'd love to have a big name like you?"

"Really? Who is it?"

Paul made some calls on her behalf, and soon Martina had signed on with the WWE. The wrestling league was often striking deals with athletes and guest stars, so the owner Vince McMahon himself was quick to hurry through the process of getting Martina onboard. The tennis star was glad to play along. She imagined this would be a great stepping stone in her career. She's play her way through a few staged fights, getting herself back on the map and showing she could still hold her own. She knew the fights were all scripted anyway, but she still respected them as athletes.

Vince McMahon didn't quite see it that way himself. Martina may not have known his reputation as a notorious schemer, and he'd been among the wealthy few who had been able to witness (or at least obtain footage) from all of Martina's fights. He knew a good target when he saw one, and Martina wouldn't see it coming. Martina had signed on for a minimum of two matches in her contract, but he'd been sure to slip in a clause that he could determine which those matches were at any time.

You can imagine Martina's surprise when she showed up the night of her show and was told it was going to be a mud wrestling match. Martina was briefly outraged, but decided to let it go. She felt like she had more experience than anyone in this league when it came to real fighting, so she'd have plenty to go off of. Plus, any real skill would count even less in such a silly sort of fight with little to no actual wrestling involved. She was put up against Trish Stratus, a former women's champ that Martina vaguely knew about, and honestly considered a bit of a joke for how they treated the women's division in this league. She felt like her point was a bit more valid as she put on the bikini they'd given her, a neon green two piece with the league's big shiny  W symbol on one of the breasts.

Martina went out waving to the crowd, playing up the lighthearted tone she was getting from the match. She wasn't all the way into the oversized kiddy pool full of mud when Trish, in her glittery pink bikini, charged down the ramp, smashing both fists into Martina's back and sending her falling over into the mud. Martina didn't imagine that Trish had direct orders from Vince to put Martina through the wringer, mud match or no.

Trish absolutely destroyed Martina for the next five minutes. The tennis star never got a leg to stand on as Trish dunked her head into the mud, smearing it over her face until she was choking on it. Martina was fighting in a blind panic, something Trish could easily use to her advantage. She threw Martina around the pool by the hair, quickly coating her in the slick brown mess from head to toe. Martina scrambled to the edge of the pool, spitting out the stuff while trying to climb out. Trish just grabbed the back of her bikini bottoms and pulled up, lifting Martina off her feet with a wedgie from hell.

The whole fight went down as if Martina had come for mud wrestling, but Trish thought it was a title fight. She choked Martina with her hands and feet, raked her nails over her face, and ended up winning the fight after she grabbed Martina from behind and lifted her into a total of four atomic drops, destroying the newcomer's pussy over her knee. Martina was a sobbing, choking mess in the middle of the pool by the time Trish was done with her. The pro wrestler ended up pinning the dazed and seemingly powerless Martina, then pulling off Martina's muddy swimsuit off and throwing the pieces to the crowd before strutting backstage. Martina had to be helped backstage, and her only saving grace being that her naked body was entirely covered in mud, keeping the huge, cheering crowd from seeing anything too intimate. It wouldn’t help from how much pain her pussy had been through, leaving her unable to have sex for a week, and the ache still there for ages.

This wasn't enough to keep Martina from being utterly furious about the setup. She went into McMahon's office the next day, demanding to set up her next fight as soon as possible. Vince smiled and played along, even when she named her stakes and her opponent; his daughter, Stephanie McMahon, in an anything goes cage match. After the fight, the winner had an hour to do whatever they wished with the loser within the cage.

Martina was mad, but she wasn't going into this making mistakes either. She was made a fool of by Trish, but she felt like it was all part of the politics of the league. Vince had told her to play hardball, and pulled his strings to get her to do so. But he wasn't the only one who could pull that. She asked around a bit before she was led to Triple H, another big name pro in the league who happened to be Stephanie's boyfriend. With a bit of sweet talking, they worked out a deal. After a bit of steamy kissing back in his dressing room, she went to her knees and sucked off the buff wrestler. After she swallowed his load, she wiped off her mouth and stood up, pointing at him sternly.

"So we're clear?" she pressed.

HHH just smiled and nodded as he adjusted his pants. "I'll get you the key to the cage an hour before the fight. And I'll talk to the refs. They won't search you for anything."

"There's a good boy," she smiled, kissing him once more before she left, confident that this time the match was in the bag.

***

The following week, Martina was back in the ring, a steel cage lowered around it earlier in the show. A single door was on either side to let the women in, Martina secreting away a spare key in her sports bra. The ref had given a cursory pat down over Stephanie McMahon, even if it was played up as more of an excuse to show off her shapely implants. The management's daughter received her share of boos, but many found it hard to hate the shapely young woman in her tanktop and tight jeans. Stephanie didn't have any particular grudge with Martina herself, but she didn't need one. The power-hungry girl felt reason enough to bring her down a peg for having the nerve to challenge her.

Martina had even less of a check, as they simply looked her over and let her into the cage without so much as touching her. Just as they had arranged. She wore a simple red white top and some longer shorts to the fight, leaving her plenty of space to store some nasty surprises. With that all out of the way and the cage locked, the bell rang and both women charged straight for each other.

Martina came out swinging, grabbing Stephanie by the hair and pounding her in the face. Steph was forced to take the blows as she was caught off guard, but she cut Martina off with a kick to the former athlete's stomach. Martina doubled up and held her stomach while Stephanie grabbed her by the hair and shoved her backward, letting Martina topple off her feet. She landed on her ass with her shoulders rested against the ropes, Stephanie quickly storming after her.

The bratty wrestler stomped on Martina's chest, getting a bit grunt from the Swiss tennis star as her breasts bounced beneath her top. Stephanie regained her footing before she drive her foot down onto Martina's breast again, grinding her heel into it and pressing Martina's back against both the ropes and the bars that were just an inch or two beyond them. Martina let out a pained wail, the crowd quickly starting to cheer for the breast-centric violence. But as Steph kept her foot locked in place against Martina's tit, the athlete swung one of her legs and kicked Steph squarely in the crotch.

Steph quickly withdrew her leg, falling onto her side and crossing her legs as she kicked and thrashed from the sudden low blow. Martina rolled onto her knees, just to press one into Stephanie's neck. The rich girl gagged and thrashed as the leg choked her out and trapped her against the mats.

"Too bad you got stuck going up against a REAL fighter, huh, you poser bitch?" Martina taunted the breathless Stephanie. She finally pulled her leg back, only to quickly rake her nails across Stephanie's face as she rose. Steph shrieked and grabbed her face, rolling onto her knees to try to protect it. Martina smirked down at the blinded and hurting pro. This was going to be easier than she thought. She had been scared for nothing.

She forced Steph back to her feet by the hair, but before she could push her upright, Steph grabbed onto her thighs. Martina halted as the grip cut her off and Steph headbutted her in the groin. Martina grunted hard from the impact, making her easy pickings for Stephanie to scoop her up and flip Martina over her shoulders. Martina landed with a heavy thud behind Stephanie, but as soon as she was back upright, Steph fell back and landed an elbow drop straight into one of Martina's tits.

"Who's the real fighter now, you washed up cunt!?" Steph shouted at the downed athlete, who was rolling to her side holding her breast. Steph forced Hingis back to her feet and whipped her into a corner. Martina crashed into the turnbuckle, but winching as she rubbed her chest once again. But as the McMahon heiress ran after her, Hingis pushed off the ropes and rolled aside, letting Stephanie crash into it in her place. A stunned Steph bounced off the ringpost, but Martina quickly grabbed her hair and hurled her back into it.

"I'll show you, you poser brat," Martina snarled, leaving Steph's back against the corner catching her breath as she hung onto the ropes. Martina reached into her shorts, getting a few whistles and catcalls as the lewd gesture. Steph wasn't sure what was happening, but she tried to rush Martina while her hands were busy. She was shocked when Martina's hand came back out wearing the brass knuckles she had smuggled in her panties. The crowd popped for a moment just before Martina smashed the hard metal into Stephanie McMahon's face.

Steph was hurled back as her body limply staggered into the corner by the weighted blow. Steph only stayed up by holding the ropes, making her easy prey for Martina. The brutal tennis player smashed a few more shots with the brass knuckles into Stephanie's ribs, making her cornered enemy wince and try to curl up to protect herself. With her arms curled up trying to protect herself, Stephanie wasn't prepared for when Martina grabbed her top and tore it upward. The fabric ripped in a few places before Martina pulled it completely over Stephanie's head, getting another big cheer from the crowd as the bossy bitch's tits were exposed to the world.

Steph's fumbling arms moved up to try to cover her chest, humiliated from her chest being bared even more than Martina's had the week before. There was no mud to hide all her flesh and curves, including the bruising growing around her midsection from Martina's smuggled weapon. While she was too busy trying to maintain her modesty, Martina had no problem grabbing Steph by the hair and slamming her into the cage bars. Martina dragged Steph's face across the cold steel, banging her head off of every rod on the way.

Martina started towards the cage's door when Stephanie slammed a forearm into her back. The Swiss athlete staggered and just avoided falling to her knees, releasing Steph's hair from her grasp. Martina turned to try to give her another metal-plated punch in the head, but Steph ducked down as she turned and delivered a punch of her own into Martina's pussy.

Martina fell to her knees with her face showing nothing but agony. Stephanie stood back up, throwing kicks into the sides of Martina's rack. Steph's own big implants bounced whenever she gleefully struck the tennis player's damaged breasts. Martina was still too out of it from the cheap shot to her twat to fight back, forced to take the rough boots to the tits. After a half dozen of those, Steph stepped back and gave a short sprint before smashing her sole into Martina's face.

The pretty brunette fell hard to the mats, rolling slowly and clutching her face. Steph took a moment to grope at her breasts, as if making sure they were in order and that there wasn't any good way to cover them after Martina had stretched and ruined her top. Failing to find any better solution, she put her hands behind her head to pose for the catcalling crowd. It was still embarrassing, but she tried to save face by owning it.

She moved in on Martina, who had taken her hand away from her face to realize she had a bloody lip from the last boot to the face. She was leaning on one arm trying to rise when Steph came up behind her and grabbed her by the hair, throwing her into the bars of the cage. Martina's forehead bounced off the unforgiving steel, managing to hook her arms (mostly by coincidence) on the ropes to stay standing. Stephanie showed that she was far more familiar with the ring itself by pulling one of Martina's arms free, just to bend it around the next rope at a backward angle that unnaturally bent Martina's elbow.

Martina screamed, her mouth open wide as she kicked and thrashed against Stephanie's twisted hold. "Gonna cry, cunt!?" Stephanie shouted bitterly in Martina's face. The manager's daughter was already showing a dark bruise on her cheek from the brass knuckles. "I'm going to end your career right here, you washed up bitch!"

Martina started to pull her arm free, so Stephanie used a hand to shove Martina's face and bang her face into the bars. Stephanie twisted her hand against her head, grinding the brunette's face against the steel as it grated and ground against her cheeks and nose.

Steph seemed to be brutally in control of this match when Martina lifted a foot up sharply behind her, bashing Steph's cunt with her heel. The rich bitch jolted back clutching her pussy, Martina freeing up her arm and rubbing it gingerly as she followed her. Martina took Stephanie by the hair, forcing her to her knees and then bending her neck and body backward before putting her in a headlock. Steph reached out and grabbed for anything to right herself, but Martina kept her too far from the ropes to do anything about it. She slammed her forearm onto Steph's naked chest, rocking her already strained body before she turned her attention higher. She raked her claws down Stephanie's vulnerable face, leaving the rich girl screaming as she started to draw blood down her cheek.

Stephanie clawed at her back, but her awkward angle left her unable to reach anything vulnerable enough to make Martina let go. The best she managed was to catch Martina's top by the collar, which she tore down on until it and her bra were ripped wide open down the front.

This made Martina recoil and try to cover herself. Stephanie's humiliation as an executive was easily matched by Martina's own shame, her hands folding over the injured breasts. The crowd still cheered and laughed, snapping pictures of her old injuries. Her small, sagging tits were beaten enough to look weak and scarred, and the missing nipple ripped off by Sharapova was a particular point of humiliation. She tried to grab and hopelessly fix her top, but Stephanie grabbed the other end and pulled. The brief tug of war left it torn into a useless strip of cloth not fit to cover even her own shrunken chest.

Martina was too caught up with overcoming her crushed ego when Stephanie tackled into her waist. She drove Martina back until her shoulders hit the turnbuckle, rattling the topless tennis player. Martina tried to gain her footing, but Stephanie grabbed the ropes and used them to shoot a knee into Martina's belly just above her groin. Martina gave a sickly gasp, clutching her stomach and bending over. Steph just grabbed her hair and forced her back upright, this time splashing her entire upper body into her. Martina groaned as she was crushed by the far bigger breasts, Steph's hard nipples gouging into her vulnerable chest.

"Feel that, bitch?!" Stephanie barked at her. "Those are the best tits money can buy! But here you are looking like you got your reconstruction done in a junkyard!" Steph backed off, letting Martina slump into the corner enough that she could shove her tits into her face, roughly motorboating her as she showed off just how superior her chest was to the broken tennis player's.

Steph grabbed her arm to try to whip her into the opposite corner, this time tits first, but Martina planted her feet and grabbed the ropes to stop herself. When Steph turned back around confused, Martina raked her across the eyes with her nails. The young exec shrieked and held her face, eyes watering as she felt a trickle of blood coming from her forehead. She felt to her knees, trying to curl up protectively while she was momentarily blinded. Martina actually ignored her for the moment to head over to the remains of her top. She pulled out her tattered bra, fishing around until she produced the key to the cage. A mix of cheers and boos came up as her secret was revealed, but she turned back to Steph with the key clenched in her fist. She kneed Steph in the back, making her flop down to the mat face first.

Martina straddled Stephanie's back, producing the key and holding it overhead as the other pulled on Stephanie's hair. The witless and hurt-looking brat clawed at that mats, trying to squirm away, but Martina held her still as she dragged the tip of the key and its rough teeth to gouge a rough, bloody cut into Stephanie's forehead. Stephanie screamed her breath away as Martina took out her fury through her small weapon, and soon an uneven wound was streaming blood into her face.

"This' what happens when you fuck with me!" Martina shouted, both at the crying Stephanie and seemingly the rest of the crowd and fighters. Obsessed with restoring her ego, she held onto Steph's hair and dragged her towards the edge of the cage. Martina shoved Stephanie's big proud chest into the bars, dragging them across the metal bar after bar before Martina reached the door. Martina inserted her key and unlocked the gate, the crowd raising their voices in mixed excitement and outrage (thinking she was trying to escape). Martina turned out to have no such intention, and instead of leaving, she shoved Stephanie up to the open doorway.

"Hope those fakes of yours weren't too expensive!" Martina shouted, just before she slammed the door shut around Stephanie's breasts. The edge of the door crushed around her perky tits, getting a terrible scream out of Stephanie. Her weak attempts to pull herself free were halted by Martina's handful of hair, allowing her to swing the door open and shut it on her again. Martina rode the momentum as she bashed it open and closed around Stephanie's breasts, with one swing of the dense metal finally digging in deeper than the rest.

Steph let out a twisted cry of agony until drool poured out over her lips. The closer fans and the zooming cameras could see that her breast bent at a concerning angle in the spots where the cage had crushed the tender flesh. It was bruised and distorted, and as Martina pulled back the cage door again, they sagged weakly. Martina had broken her tits, busting the implants inside! Steph wailed and fell to her knees, clutching her broken breasts, but Martina swung her by the hair to bounce her bloody forehead off the door's final bar.

Steph fell back, crying and hurt on the mats. She cupped at her chest, concerned with how soft and almost fluid they felt. Martina paraded proudly around the ring, raising her fists to the bloodthirsty crowd as they cheered on the topless lead in the match. She finally turned back and sat on Stephanie's back, cupping her chin and bending her head upward sharply.

"Watch the screen, you weak little bitch," Martina panted, shaking some sweaty hair from her face. "I think you're gonna like this." She signalled to the crew, and they started to roll the footage from HHH's dressing room. Steph stared in utter horror as she was forced to watch her boyfriend kissing Martina instead of her, and him handing her the key. The crowd gave mixed boos for the dirty move and hoots for the erotic scene added to their violence. Out in the crowd, though, Martina's new boyfriend was not nearly as amused. Steph was embarrassed, but the reporter stood up and left the arena.

Martina finally threw Stephanie back to the mats, letting her lay there hurt and humiliated. Martina took her moment of weakness to go back out the cage door, reaching under the ring and out a tennis racket. Steph hadn't even gotten to her knees by the time Martina was armed and back inside the cage. Martina delivered a fierce and showy backhand to the sluggish Stephanie's head, knocking her flat on her back.

Steph's blood-spattered tits puffed up and down from her pained breathing, even in their semi-deflated state. Martina stood over her and brought the racket down across her tits, landing with a sharp whacking noise. Steph flopped and shrieked, trying to cover up her damaged chest. Martina just kicked her hands away, swatting her again and again with her "weapon" of choice.

Steph surprised everyone when she kicked Martina in the knee, suddenly tripping up the athlete. Steph rose to her knees and grabbed her by the hair, looking unsteady even as she swung several wild punches into Martina's head. The blonde was severely rattled by Stephanie's barrage, but she turned and flung the manager's daughter into the ropes. Steph clumsily caught herself against them, but Martina pulled down on her pants and exposed her ass to the crowd. Stephanie shrieked and grabbed at the ropes, trying to pull herself out of Martina's grip, but the tennis player pulled until the younger fighter's lower half was lifted off the mats. Martina finally tore her pants off, leaving her naked body to splash out on the mats.

Martina put Stephanie against the ropes once again, draping her arms and tits over the middle ropes. Martina grabbed her racket once again, this time giving a power swing into Stephanie's ass cheeks. The heavy blows not only flattened Steph's ass, but rocked her body hard enough to jerk forward and bang her breasts against the cage's bars for a double-sided attack.

Martina finally stopped to rest her arm, shaking her shoulders out and raising her fist triumphantly for the crowd. She pauses to look over the roaring fans, spotting the empty seat where her lover had been before. While she was busy looking for him, Stephanie was able to drag herself up on the ropes. As soon as Martina turned back to face her, she was charging and slammed her with a clothesline. The surprising blow floored Martina, and Steph fell to her knees to straddle Martina's scarred chest and pummel her with furious slaps to the head.

Martina couldn't even see straight under the sudden counter-attack, especially when Steph buried her nails in her hair and started to bang her skull against the mat. The crowd erupted at the sudden turn of events, Steph tearing into Martina until she was seeing stars. When Steph finally seemed content with her attack (but still furious), she shoved Martina's head to the mat once more. "This is why you don't fuck with the boss!" Stephanie shouted at her, getting a big cheer from the crowd as she stood back up.

Stephanie grabbed Martina by the ankle, dragging her sore tits across the mats and giving them a nasty burn. Martina wailed and clawed at the mat to try to stop herself, suddenly starting to regret going through with the match now that all her edges had not only failed to stop the bloodied Steph, but had pissed her off. Steph reached the edge of the ring and grabbed Martina by the waist of her shorts, pulling them off with her panties in one fell swoop.

Martina curled up to try to cover as much as her embarrassing nudity as she could, but Steph just positioned herself by her legs so she could kick her in the pussy. Martina howled out as the toes drove into her snatch, making the tennis star flop like a fish from the invasive pain. She was powerless to stop Steph as she dragged Martina over to the ropes. Steph spun her around her by one arm until she released Martina to fly face and tits first into the relentless steel bars of the cage.

Martina's head bounced off with a clang, but her soft, small tits sticking to them with sweat as she leaned into them. The already misshapen breasts were smushed against the bars, which was only made worse when Stephanie started to kick her in the back. Martina screamed with each shot, as it not only hurt her spine but crushed her scarred and sensitive breasts into the bars again. Martina grabbed the bars to try to push herself back, but Stephanie balled up both of her fists into a single mass and swung into the back of her head. Martina's eyes went wide and glassy, her face bashing into the bars again and falling over backward, blood running from her nose and lips over her chin and chest.

Martina's vision was blurry, but she could hear the crowd getting excited for something. She looked up wearily and saw Stephanie looming over her, but she looked smaller and far away. She realized too late what was happening, trying to roll over and crawl away, but she was too tired and in too much pain. Stephanie had scaled to the top turnbuckle, jumping off and landing with her knees spiking into Martina's ruined tits. Martina screamed with all her might as the landing was enough to squirt some blood out of the cheating tennis player's nipple. Stephanie rolled off her, thrusting her fists in the air with a triumphant "YEA!"

While the crowd ate it up, it was clear that the sobbing, motionless Martina was out of the fight. Her feet shuffled in a desperate attempt to push herself to the exit of the cage, to flee from her mistake in challenging to such a brutal fight. She knew what was coming, and she didn't want to imagine what kind of payback Stephanie had in mind. But it was too late. Steph kicked her in the jaw, and she blacked out just a moment after she heard the distant bell declaring her loss.

Martina came to with her hands zip-tied behind her back, still laying in the middle of the cage. Stephanie was still there, of course, but with a bright pink strapon and a sinister grin on her bloody face.

"Morning, you fucked up little poser!" Stephanie welcomed, immediately taking Martina by the hair. Martina whined pathetically, but was forced to her hands and knees and led over to the ropes. Steph shoved her face into the bars for another quick bang, sending another shock through Martina's already spinning head.

"Now let's see how bad that ruined cunt of yours really is!" Stephanie demanded, reaching between Martina's legs and forcing them apart.

"No... no. Please, stop," Martina pleaded, but Stephanie ignored (or maybe savored) her cries. Steph thrust the strapon deep into her damaged pussy, and like the kicks to her back, it both abused her crotch and banged her face against the bars. It was obviously less intense on her head, but in her beaten state it didn't take much to put her through hell. Her kicked and clawed crotch was sore and loose, with wet pumping noises sounding as Steph violated her. Her once lovely face now distorted her skin and smeared her blood over the bars, putting her on full view for the crowd as her sagging, small tits dangled from her ribs. Steph's own busted implants wobbled with a similarly active and lopsided display.

Martina wailed and cried, but she started to hear another set of moaning voices. "Enjoy the show, you useless bitch!" Stephanie jeered, grabbing Martina by the hair and angling her head upward. Martina's position had purposely left her facing the giant screens over the entrance ramp to the ring. There was a webcam's view blinking "Live" in the corner, showing a nearby hotel room. Martina's boyfriend was there in the bed, being ridden by Serena Williams. Both were naked, cursing and moaning loudly as if ignorant of the watching and whistling crowd.

Martina couldn't believe it. She shook her head weakly, even as it dragged her cheeks over the bars.

"You think I wouldn't know what you did?" Stephanie growled at her, twisting her handful of hair as she continued to stuff Martina full of the painfully hard rubber cock. "That you sucked my man and tried to rig the match? He told me all about it. I just didn't pussy out like you did and try to cheat. I DID plan out some payback with your old friend Serena, though."

The betraying couple moaned louder on the camera, as if sensing that Martina was watching. Serena bounced harder on Paul's cock, taking his hands and forcing them to rub over her firm black breasts. "Come on, baby," she grunted lustily. "Feel those titties. No more flabby little excuse for tits like your old girl. You've got a REAL woman now!"

Martina shuddered in despair, even as the strapon pounded her unwilling pussy into submission. It tensed as much as it could before squirting over the invading dildo, cumming in the middle of the ring and in front of hundreds of fans. The crowd laughed and jeered as Steph pulled out, turning to smack Martina across the face with the still sticky sex toy. Martina slumped weakly over the middle ropes, panting for air as Stephanie seemed to walk away. She just turned back, now with Martina's tennis racket in hand.

"Can't win a fight, can't keep a man... I'd say go back to tennis, but you sucked at that too!" Steph shouted at her, turning the racket around and shoving the handle up Martina's open ass. Martina screamed even louder, shaking weakly as each pump dug the tool of her trade deeper inside her rear. By the time Martina released it to check the timer, the handle of the racket was wedged almost halfway inside of her and wriggling like a comical tail.

Steph grinned up at the timer on one of the many smaller screens. "Looks like I've still got a half hour with you, Tina," the younger fighter grinned. "But I'm the generous kind of boss. I think we could stand to share you a little." She grabbed Martina by the hair and threw her out of the ring, proceeding to drag the bloody tennis star by the hair backstage. She shoved her into the men's locker room, shouting in after her. "Enjoy it, boys! She's on me!" before walking away laughing.

HHH and a number of other wrestlers grinned down at the defenseless athlete, Martina shaking her head fearfully. She was powerless to stop them as she was quickly groped and her every hole stuffed with cock to smother out her moans and cries, gangbanging the loser well after the time limit. After all, no one had told them about any timer.