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The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 03

Angel lifted me up and planted my butt into the mat rather painfully. She then stood up and towered over me.

"You don't want to keep your knees locked. You need to be more fluid. Or else you will get sent to the mat every goddamn time." Her voice wasn't the venomous growl it was when we were wrestling. It was smooth, almost calming as she chided me for my mistake.

"I know, I just..." I began.

"You just what? Want to get fucked again?" She sounded playful.

"No," I started, half truthfully. I wouldn't mind taking another tumble with her. The woman was good there was no denying that. "No, ok. I will remember that for next time." I put my hand on my head and wiped the sweat off. It was Friday, and I was told I would have a match today. Angel and I were practicing in an empty room to warm up. I looked up at her and she was as beautiful as ever. She had on black boy shorts and a white tank top. She looked like she was poured into both and the colors accentuated her ample figure.

She sat down beside me and looked into my eyes. "You're getting better if it is worth anything. But I think we should stop for tonight. Your match is soon and we don't want to have you all tired now do we?" She rubbed my thigh as she talked. Every touch of hers was sensual and she knew I loved it.

"Mmmm, no. Better cut ourselves off right now." I said, propping myself up on my elbows. My plain black t-shirt was already starting to get a little sweaty and my red basketball shorts weren't exactly in pristine condition either. We had been going at it half speed for an hour. It wasn't like I was really tired, but I wanted to be at full strength for my bout.

Angel stood up. "Alright. I will catch you some other time. Good luck tonight." She smiled at me and left. I bet she knew that I was watching her go. She moved her hips so delicately, so gracefully that she had to have known what effect she had. I got up and dusted myself off, as if that did anything. I made my way to Samantha's office. My gym bag was already in my locker. I didn't bring my strap on this time. I decided it was bad luck.

Samantha waved me to the chair across from hers as I entered the room. She was on the phone with someone and brought the conversation to an abrupt end.

"Hello Rachel. Your first match went quite successfully, although you might disagree."

I covered my face with my hands, feeling a little flustered.

"You had the highest amount of buys for a first time girl. A lot of people were apparently impressed by your fire crotch and your skills. Both during the match and after." She added with a grin.

"Well, that's cool, I guess," I said. Her bringing that up reminded me that a whole lot of people saw me get fucked on the internet. I had been into it at the time but thousands of people were into it as well. Shit. I didn't want to have that happen again.

"So here is your check," she said, producing a small blue piece of paper from the desk, "Two thousand dollars, as agreed upon."

I accepted the check and looked at it. There was a faint picture of a tiger on it. Huh. Looks like she was going all in on the Tigress thing. "So who is going to be my opponent for tonight?"

"Remember that brunette you saw fight the first night?"

My heart sank. I didn't know her. I knew she was strong and I saw her win. And I saw her force a toy into a blonde woman's ass. I winced at the thought of being used like that on camera.

Samantha chuckled. "Her name is Jessica. And she is one of our better competitors here. She has a record of twenty five wins and ten losses and has proved herself to be quite popular with the buyers."

I groaned. I am sure she was, the little anal queen.

"But I think you can handle her. After all, Angel has thirty two wins and three losses, and you managed to hold your own on the mat."

I considered that. Not only was Angel very good but she was incredibly experienced. Maybe losing the opening tussle wasn't the end of the world. My face began to light up a little bit as I was struck with a ray of hope.

"So it should start soon. You understand the procedure now, don't you?" It was technically a question. But she sounded like she would have been disappointed in me if I said no. So I nodded and she rested her hand on her chin.

"So unless you have any questions, I would ask you leave for the locker room and prepare yourself."

"Umm, yeah," I started, "Angel has had thirty five fights? How long have y'all been doing this for?"

"Well there was a gym I joined when I lived in New York. They had this little wrestling club, very similar to this one. When I moved out here two years ago, I started up my gym and thought I could make a little money if I had my own little wrestling group. I didn't like New York very much. New Yorkers are rude and all they do is bitch about how much the rent is." I nodded, knowingly. "But out here we are doing better than anyone did in New York," she continued, "The girls are sexier and more skilled on the mat. So we do ok for ourselves here at the Tigress." Her little speech was perfunctory and she finished it off with a wave of her hand. "But you must be running along. We wouldn't want you to be late, now would we?"

I got up and headed to the notorious back room. Upon entering I found the same black bikini that I had for my first bout. I pulled it on and tied it at the back, hoping it would bring me a little more luck than it had last time. At least I still looked amazing in it. The buzz over the intercom informed me that it was time to head out and start going at it. I looked over at my opponent and she looked back at me.

She hadn't changed much since the first time I saw her. Her body was still as toned as it ever was as the abs almost poking out from under her skin attested to. Her face, if such a thing was possible, also looked like it didn't have a drop of fat on it. Her cheek bones were high and her jawline was fairly well defined. She spun to show her rear for the camera and it was absurdly clear that she had done her squats.

It was my turn for face time and I turned on cue. I looked good and felt better. My initials fears were beginning to recede and I felt a wave of confidence as the camera panned up and down my back. I looked over at Jessica.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I taste like?" I asked, letting the statement drip with sarcasm.

"I'm not worried," she said and began to make a slow humping motion, "I'm just worried about how much I can make you grunt and moan when I fuck you in the ass." She looked like she was one hundred percent serious and I had seen her go through on the threat. I held my tongue.

"On your marks!"

We both took our places. I looked her over one last time before we were to begin and she looked like she was ready to try and rip my face off. She might have been able to. I put on my own game face and hunkered down.

"3...2...1...Begin!" Jessica barreled towards me and I sent her crashing into the mat with a strong clothesline. Her head hit the mat first and I reckoned she was dazed enough that I could try something fun. I sat on her chest and held her arms down. She managed to buck me off before I could get a three count. Her face was red with rage and she quickly yanked me down to the ground. We tumbled for a bit before she ended up on top of me with her legs wrapped around my waist. I would have found it hot except for the fact that she was trying to knock me out. A short arm came down and wrapped around my neck. I choked and sputtered for a bit before I pushed her elbow against the joint. It wasn't the most elegant move, but it had a simple efficacy which made her roll off me.

We both found our feet quickly and got each other in a clinch. We made slow circles, desperately looking for any weak spots in our opponent's defense. I twisted her to the ground and flipped her on her back. A quick pull of her bikini strings were enough to get her top off and a yank of her chin was enough to get her to holler out a submission.

We went back to our starting positions and hunkered down. "Begin!" Jessica launched herself at me once again. I was fluid, like Angel suggested, and hip tossed her to the mat. She skidded to a halt with her leg towards me. I quickly grabbed one of her legs and put her in a toe hold. She tried to roll away a few times and I held on. I matched every roll and attempt at escape yet she held out longer than I thought she would. After quite a few rolls to the left and right I got her to cry out her submission. She got up, swearing incoherently and took a few steps away from me.

I was winning. I was sweaty, more tired than I should be and my opponent was madder than a hornet, but I was winning. We both went back to our marks and hunkered down. I snickered when I saw just how livid Jessica was. The girls on the side said go and we both launched at each other. I was mid-step when I saw my opponent pivoting and swinging in a kick. Any attempts at defense lacked the celerity necessary to stop her short stubby leg from colliding with my sex.

I immediately hit my knees and cried out. The woman did not hold back with the kick at all. She pushed me over when I was down on my knees and I went down like a bag of hammers. I could hear the scorekeepers chiding Jessica. She didn't seem to be that interested in justifying her actions. After the scorekeepers said their piece, she turned to me and yanked my legs into a figure four leglock. I tapped the mat furiously, trying to get this brutal woman off me. She put her hand on me to pull herself up after she was made to break the hold.

We both went back to our marks. Jessica was beginning to grin and sneer at me, surely imagining all of the horrible things she wanted to make me do. The scorekeepers shouted go and she took off again, aiming to kick my aching sex once again. I was faster on the uptake and blocked it with my shin before pushing her down to the mat. I towered over her and stomped her exposed belly before the scorekeepers called an end to the first round.

I took a few steps back just to get away from the mad brunette. She got up fuming. A few deep breaths came easy and rejuvenated me. I flexed a little, just to show her I wasn't afraid. All she did was grunt.

"On your marks!" The command came from the sidelines. We both crouched down. "Begin!" Jessica was a little more cautious in her approach and I pounced on her. I got behind her and brought my arm around her neck in a sleeper hold. She thrashed against the hold violently. Just as her energy began to fade she put me on my back painfully and I released the vice grip that I had maintained. I yelped in pain. She scrambled and pinned my arms above my head and got my shoulders down. I kicked out of it before a three count and she disentangled and stood up. She tried to bring all of her body weight down on me with an elbow but I rolled out of the way at the critical moment. I heard a howl of pain as she collided with the mat.

I untied her bikini bottoms quickly and rolled her over on her tummy. I yanked both of her legs up, painfully working her calves. The lack of submission was surprising to me, so I pulled even harder which yielded poor Jessica's screamed submission. I let her legs flop to the mat and she sent me a kick. I looked at her sternly.

"Fucking bitch, I am going to make you squeal for that one." Her voice was low and positively dripping with hate. I almost flinched from the words but I held it. This hellion would pounce on any signs of weakness.

"On your marks!" The call was shrill from the sidelines. I prepared myself for the upcoming struggle. I had done well up to that point even if I had my opponent seething. "Begin!" I advanced on my opponent fairly quickly. Jessica got her hips low and tossed me to the mat. She came down hard on top of me and wrested her arm around my neck. I was in a chokehold and a particularly cruel one at that. Veins bulged on my forehead as I tried to roll over which failed. I sent a few elbows to Jessica's side but that failed to dislodge me as well. I finally tapped out my submission before I blacked out but Jessica continued trying to wrest all of the air out of me. I tapped more frantically.

"Release the hold, competitor!" One of the women barked from the side of the room. Jessica begrudgingly let me go and I gulped in all the air I could. I clutched my aching neck with my hands savoring my new found freedom.

"Get up, slut." Jessica hissed at me. I glared at her as I went back to my hash. "I am not done with you. I know you saw me fuck a bitch in the ass. And guess what is going to happen to you." I shivered. I still had my anal virginity and intended to keep it. We both made ourselves ready.

"Begin!" Jessica sprang at me and brought me to the mat. Our bodies obscured Jessica's hand, which raked down my side. I cried out in pain and tried to shift away from her frantically but she kept close. A few drops of blood ran down to the mat. "Time!" one of the scorekeepers called and Jessica huffed and pushed off me.

I turned to show my wound to the referees but they just shook their heads. I gritted my teeth. Fine. If this was how it was going to be, then this is how it was going to be. I looked back at Jessica. No mercy, no respect given, no quarter given. This was going to be all out war and I wanted to embarrass her.

It would have been a good idea to rest to try and reserve my strength for the final round. But I couldn't I was too riled up and I wanted blood dammit.

"Wrestlers, on your marks!" We both returned to the starting position. "3...2...1..." Every second seemed like an hour. "Begin!"

I rushed forward without a plan. Jessica took advantage of this and swung me to the ground. The brawling brunette was standing over me. I looked up at her to find that she was now airborne and looked like she was doing a cannonball splash into a pool. What she was actually doing was a cannonball splash right into my stomach and the wind rushed out of me. She followed that up by rolling me on my side and arcing my body into a bow and arrow hold. Her feet pushed against my spine and I felt as if my whole body was about to break in two. I screamed. The pain was unbearable but I didn't want to submit to this vile woman.

The pain in my body left me no choice. "I submit!" I shouted. Jessica gave one last push with her feet before letting me go. I flopped down and held my stomach. The referee girls would not have been blamed for thinking I was a zombie with the groans I made getting up. I walked back to my mark, slowly and tenderly. There wasn't any sense in throwing myself against this woman again.

It wasn't as if I had much of a choice. My pride wouldn't allow me to back down now. I just had to shut my mind of to the idea of getting bent and stretched and getting fucked in the ass...

"Begin!" I wasn't paying attention. Jessica took advantage of this and bore down on me. I began to empathize with those who had been hit with freight trains as I was lifted off the ground and sent crashing down to the mat. She was on top of me and struggling to maintain her mount. I, on the other, saw an opportunity and reached for her bikini strings and untied them deftly.

"What a good idea, slut." Jessica hissed. She moved herself up on my body quickly until her now exposed sex was on my face. She began grinding her pussy into me. I tried to kick my legs up to get her off of me but she caught them under her arm pits. My butt was sticking out and Jessica's wet petals were right in my face. My cheeks flushed red with humiliation.

She rocked back and forth, not even allowing me the dignity of a pin for a while. Finally, she came to a rest and got the three count. She released my legs and got up. I too found my feet and wiped my face. Sure enough, Jessica's feminine juices were there staining me. My face was undistguishable from my hair, both were so red. The only thing worse than the shame was the smell.

We both went back to our hashmarks and bent our knees, eager for combat. "Begin!" Jessica rushed at me and managed to sidle in behind me. She yanked at the strings to my bikini top and they quickly fell off. I managed to turn the tables and get behind her. I reached up and secured a sleeper hold once again. She scratched and clawed but could not get my arm off from around her neck. I could see the life slowly draining from her, yet she still refused to submit. I held her even more tightly, hoping that would yield a tap. Still nothing. I secured the choke that much more closely and she slumped into unconsciousness.

I let her down to the mat slowly. I put my foot on her chest, letting everyone know that I had pinned her. After the three count, I looked at the scorekeepers. They were all a twitter making comments back and forth. They looked at me and said nothing. I shrugged and found my bikini top. I turned Jessica over and tied her arms behind her back, very tightly. There wasn't a chance she was getting her arms free for a while.

She eventually roused and struggled against the makeshift bonds. "What the fuck!" she exclaimed. She looked at the scorekeepers, demanding an answer for her predicament.

"Do you wish to forfeit, competitor?" One of the scorekeepers posed the question with the clear tone of disapproval.

"No, but what the shit is..." Jessica spat.

"Then return to your mark." Her voice was harsh and disapproving. Jessica got up and returned to where she was supposed to be, still fighting for freedom of movement. "Begin." I ran towards Jessica, my head spinning with all of the wonderful opportunities. I got my hips low and my arms up and at the ready. I managed to lift her above my head in a wide arc and slam her down on to the mat. I placed my foot on her chest again. Jessica was fuming and spitting and cursing my name, but she couldn't get out from under me and I got another three second pin.

Jessica was still not resigned to her defeat. I managed to remove my foot in time before she bit me. I back up to my spot and Jessica humped and scooted and got herself up at her spot. "Begin!" I made a move towards Jessica. The scorekeepers called time, mercifully Jessica's pounding to an end.

One of the women came over and raised my arm in the air. "And the winner is...Rachel!" It wasn't much of a surprise. There were a few less than ideal moments but I was in charge more often than not. And I was grateful that the judges did not reward Jessica's cheating.

I gave her a smile. "On your knees."

She growled as she went to her knees. I walked over and slapped her. "I want you to beg to lick my pussy, slut."

"Please let me lick your pussy..." She mumbled. Oh no, that wasn't good enough at all.

I grabbed one of her breasts and gave it a nasty twist. "Beg harder."

"Please let me lick your pussy! I am a little whore and all I want to do is serve you!" That was better. I rewarded her by pushing her down to the mat, still tied up, and sat on her face. "Lick it, bitch." She did as she was told, and quite skillfully, making slow circles around my clitoris with her tongue. I held her head closer which she took as a sign to tongue me with more intensity. She gave a long suck and I shuddered with pleasure. My fingers kneaded the back of the brunette's head and I felt my toes curling; the woman began to lick and tongue and suck and my whole body was racked with pleasure. I dug my nails into the back of her head as I found my orgasm getting nearer and nearer. Soon the floodgates opened. My screaming orgasm reverberated around the room. I flopped back down on the mat, fully satisfied with my newfound sub.

My fingers traced her lips and I giggled. I just had a wonderfully naughty idea. I got up and went to Jessica's locker room. I rifled through her things and found her strap on. It was just as nasty as it looked when I first saw it. I quickly slipped it on and went back to the mat. Jessica's eyes went wide with fear as I walked up to her. I flipped her so she was face down, ass up and marveled her butt. I inserted myself into her and she grunted in pain. It must have been painful for the toy to go into her ass without lube but I didn't care. She had cheated. And I felt so dominant, so strong as she grunted and whimpered in pain. I was pounding her brutally, forcefully, pulling her hair as I went in and out.
I could feel my long red hair and my breasts bouncing up and down. A sheen of sweat covered my body as I punished Jessica. The grunts of pain slowly became moans of pleasure as I continued to work the woman. She was arching her back, hands still tied, and began moving her hips with every last one of my thrusts.

"Time!" One of the scorekeepers called. I was so into it that I forgot I only had a little while. I sighed as I withdrew. I undid the strap-on and put my foot down on her head. Just to let her know who the queen of the mat was. I left her there, tied up and fucked with her own strap-on and went back to my locker room. I found my street clothes but before I put them on I took a second to just bask in the light. I had my first win over a very good wrestler. And I got to fuck her in the ass. I smiled. Today was a good day. I left the gym, hoping I would dream of hot women and bending them over.

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Feb 9, 2018 in bdsm

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