The Contract

"This is an all-out no-holds-barred old fashioned wrasslin' match." growled the MC. "In order to win, you must totally defeat your opponent. That means that your opponent must submit to you and surrender... or you have to overpower your opponent and lock them into the stocks. If any contestant wishes to submit and surrender they must say 'I submit' or 'I surrender' and then voluntarily put themselves into the stocks or allow themselves to be put into the stocks. The non-winner in the winners match will be released from the stocks as soon as the winner is declared. The loser in the losers match will remain in the stocks until we start the party because they are THE ULTIMATE LOSER."

The two finalists in the winners bracket were a tall, well muscled man, and Big Momma. They were evenly matched and both were down on the mat at one time or another with the other trying hard to drag them over to the stocks. Neither, however, was able to completely overwhelm the other until the man suddenly grabbed Big Momma between the legs. It was obvious that his thumb had penetrated her cunt and he was trying hard to push at least one of his fingers up her ass so that he could hold onto her like a bowling ball.

Big Momma just smiled at him and said, "Big Mistake." Then she pulled her legs together and squeezed tight while she dropped to the ground and rolled. There was a loud snap and the man screamed in pain. Big Momma rolled off him, and his arm dropped limp from her crotch. She grabbed him with her hands locked beneath his stomach. One of her arms was over his shoulder and the other was between his legs as she picked him up and deposited him in front of the stocks. She put his head and his good arm in the openings and closed the upper board. A loud bell indicated that the judges agreed with her decision not to put the broken arm in the stocks.

"That is a twelfth Ultimate Winner victory of Big Momma!" yelled the MC. Two crewmen in black shirts and another in a white shirt with a medical emblem on it came into the ring to tend to the "non-winner."

Target and her opponent had been brought back into the arena in time to see the end of the winners match. Both were trembling. The other girl leaned close to Target and said, "I don't want to hurt you, but I can't lose again. I've already got two brands. If I get branded a third time, I will be sold as a slave to the highest bidder. I have to win. If you don't submit, I will break you worse than Big Momma broke David."

Target just stared at her. First, there was no way that she would intentionally lose. And secondly, what did this girl mean about being branded? Before Target had a chance to ask any questions, however, they were pushed into the ring and the announcer cried out, "Begin!"

Neither girl was overly large or powerful, but both were fighting as if their lives depended on it. Target head butted the girl and drove her to the mat, but was not able to hold her down. A few moments later, the girl jumped on Target's back and began pounding her head into the back of Target's. After trying a spin to throw the girl off her back, Target was able to break free simply by falling onto her back and rolling clear.

They were both tiring and Target knew that she had to act soon while she still the strength to act. She formed her hand into a wedge like the smaller girl had used to defeat her in the slime pit. She knew that if she could drive her hand into the girl's cunt like had been done to her, she could control her and win. But what she hadn't counted on was this girl grabbing for her tits at the same time that she was going for her cunt.

The force of two hands slamming into her breasts killed any momentum Target had for driving her hand into the girl's pussy. She ended up with her hand flailing uselessly between the girl's legs as she, herself, was driven backwards onto the mat. The girl had her hands almost flat against Target's chest at the base of her tits while squeezing as hard as she could to bring her thumbs and fingers into a tight circle. Target felt as if her breasts were going to be torn from her body.

"Say it," said the girl in horse whisper. "Say, 'I submit.'"

Target shook her head no.

"Say it," said the girl again. This time squeezing even tighter with her hands.

Target broke. "I submit... I submit... I submit..." she screamed, thinking only of ending the pain.

The girl relaxed her grip but did not let go. Instead she partly dragged Target and partly forced her to her crawl across the mat until her head was in the stocks. Then, after placing Target's hands in the cutouts, the girl slammed the upper brace down locking Target in place.

"We have a submission. We have a Ultimate Loser." Yelled the MC. "Oh, the shame," he continued in a mocking voice, ".... not only to be The Ultimate Loser, but she didn't even go down fighting."

What she had done finally sank in, and Target began to cry loudly and struggle against the restraint of the stocks, but it was too late.

"Thank you to all our contestants this evening," cried out the MC. "All of you non-winners in the winners bracket and non-losers in the losers bracket can enter again next month. Who knows, maybe next month you will be our Ultimate Winner!" He dropped his voice to a much lower level and stage whispered. "...or our Ultimate Loser."

"Our Ultimate Loser tonight is Target, but since The Ultimate Loser loses EVERYTHING, including her name, for the rest of the night, she is just LOSER."

The audience began chanting, "Loo-ser!... Loo-ser!... Loo-ser!... Loo-ser!."

The MC turned to some of the stage hands gathered just outside the lights and ordered, "String her up between the posts and we will properly prepare her for the evening."

Target was now almost in shock. She was not sure what lay in store for her, but she was sure it was bad. Four security men grabbed her, one on each arm and one on each leg and pulled her across the ring. They then lifted her over the ropes, hoisted her to her feet, and stood her between two poles that had been brought out to the center of the stage area. Her hands were stretched high above her and her legs were widely spread as she was bound between the poles. She was barely able to stand on tiptoe, so most of her weight was supported by her arms.

"Loser," began the MC. "As a symbol of the fact that you have lost everything, you will also lose all of the hair on your body." He put his hand against his chest and smiled at her. "As an act of mercy from my kind heart, we will allow you to keep your eyelashes, but everything else must go."

He turned to the audience and added with a laugh, "She must not have considered that she might lose or she would have already trimmed the bush. We don't use clippers down there... do we?"

The crowd roared "No!" and started laughing.

Target, now Loser, tried to pull against her bonds as a man in a white coat approached with a set of hair clippers. He started at the top of her forehead and buzzed a path straight through to the back of her neck. The clippers buzzed again and again as Loser watched her hair cascade down across her body. "She kept crying softly, 'No, no, no, no, no.."

Finally the barber was finished with her head. He took a smaller clipper out of his pocket and turned it on. It made a much higher pitched sound as he buzzed off her eyebrows. Then he left the stage.

A scantily clad woman with a large blond wig came on stage. She was dressed in a caricature of a beautician's smock, and was carrying what looked like a small crockpot which she set down between loser's legs. "Oooh," she said in a high falsetto voice, "We need to trim the grass a little before we pull the weeds."

Everyone laughed as she pulled a pair of scissors from her pocket and clipped loser's neatly trimmed bush down to almost skin level. Then she took a flat stick from her pocket and dipped out something from the pot.

Loser screamed as the hot wax touched her skin. It wasn't that it was that hot, but she wasn't prepared for the sensation. Loser then felt the pressure of a cloth being pressed against the wax as it was cooling. She screamed again because she knew what was coming next. There was a strong tug and a ripping sound and pain like a wire cleaning brush being slammed against her skin.

Target / Loser had once had her legs waxed and vowed to never do it again because of the pain. She would never have thought to wax her sex, and yet that is what was being done against her will. More hot wax was applied, this time in the crack of her ass cheeks. Another cloth was pressed into the wax before it cooled, and then another tug, another ripping sound, and another scream. This repeated again and again without change except for the fact that the screams became continuous as the waxing proceeded to Target's arms and legs.

After all traces of hair were gone from her entire body, the beautician looked off stage and said, "She's ready."

The MC returned carrying something that looked like an oversized flashlight. It was totally black and had a large button on the side. He held it up to the audience to show them a name on the side. It said "Laser Tat" in bright red letters. The MC then pointed it at the back wall and pressed a button. The coiled Wicked Whip logo appeared on the wall in bright green light.

"Fifteen seconds," he said, "and tonight's Ultimate Loser is branded a loser forever."

Target did not quite comprehend what he meant, but then he came over and pressed the open end of the device against her pubic bone just above the opening to her cunt. "Hold her," he said and two security men pushed Target forward against her bonds so that she was held taut. The MC checked that the device was properly placed and pressed the button. Target screamed as a thousand tiny fires raced across her skin.

When he removed the device, the coiled Wicked Whip was expertly branded into her skin. The detail created by the laser was precise. It looked very much like a tattoo, but was branded totally into the skin rather than just being pigment in the upper layer.

Target continued to cry and whimper but at least the preparation was finally over. The "beautician" took a bottle of lotion from her pocket and began to rub it into the now smooth area between Target's legs. At first the lotion felt soothing, but then Loser began to squirm as the hand rubbing her began to be more than soothing and the beautician's fingers began to slide deeper and deeper into her cleft.

Target / Loser felt the beautician's other hand now on her backside, full of more lotion. Fingers began to slide between her ass cheeks and into her slit, tantalizing her clit and prodding and poking into her inner places. Fingers slid in and out of her ass and her cunt and loser again began to moan - now not in pain, but in arousal. She could feel herself turning red as the shame and embarrassment of what her body was doing began to become real to her.

Everything that had preceded this was beyond her control, there was no shame in that. But this was her own doing. She was allowing herself to become turned on by a stranger's hands while she was hanging naked on stage. And even more shameful was the fact that the thought of what her body was doing in front of strangers made the fires within her burn even brighter. Loser's hips began to buck and her body began to writhe in her bonds.

"Tell us what you are," ordered the beautician.

"I don't know what you mean," gasped Loser.

"Yes you do. You know exactly what I mean. Tell us what you are or I will stop."

"No!" yelled Loser. Then she continued in a pleading voice, "Don't stop! Please..., don't stop."

"Then tell us what you are and what you want," taunted the woman. She pinched Loser's clit and twisted it slightly with her fingers.

"What are you? What kind of woman would enter a contest knowing that she had no chance to win and could become The Ultimate Loser? What kind of woman would be turned on by hanging naked in front of a paying audience? What kind of woman would enjoy having her cunt played with in public. What is that kind of woman are you? What are you?"

She once again pinched Loser's clit hard between the tips of her fingers. Loser cried out in an almost scream and yelled, "She's a slut!" She started crying and continued, "I'm a slut! I'm a slut who wanted to be degraded in public! I'm a slut who will do anything to cum! Please, make me cum! Please, please, please, please, please..., make me cum!"

The audience was screaming "No! NO! Make her suffer!" The MC came back onto the stage and asked, "Loser, do you want to cum?"

Loser hung her head and answered in a hoarse whisper, "Yes!"

The audience laughed and she cried out, "Please let me cum!"

Turning to the audience the MC announced, "Big Momma, as Ultimate Winner, has claimed first rights. But Loser will be available for any and all of you who have purchased special tickets. When your ticket number comes up on the screen, come forward and take what Loser has no choice but to give."

Two stage hands released Loser from the straps and dragged her across the stage. Big Momma was lying back on a large pillow with her legs spread out in front of her. Additional pillows supported her head and shoulders so that it looked as if she were sitting in a big comfortable chair.

As Loser was thrust down between her legs, Momma said, "If you cum before I do, I will take you back into that ring and personally tear you apart. If you don't hold back your cum, you will feel pain from me that will make everything to this point seem like pleasure. I don't care how many men you give your pussy or your ass to, but your orgasm and your mouth are mine until you have brought me off twice. Now get you sorry-ass mouth down her and start licking and sucking.... and you had better make it really good or that bus won't be taking you home tonight."

Loser felt sexual heat boiling up inside her like she had never felt before, but somehow she held back her climax and lowered her lips to Big Momma's open cunt. As she began to lap at the juices seeping from that slit, she felt someone grab her hips from behind and suddenly a prick was thrust forcefully into her own sopping slit.

The thrusts of the person behind her forced her face harder into Big Momma's crotch and forced her tongue deeper between Momma's labia. She began trying to find Momma's clit so that she could start taking her to her first orgasm. She found it, and Loser's tongue was soon licking circles around Big Momma's love button.

Momma was bucking furiously against Loser's face, but Momma was a woman of endurance. Two men had already spent themselves in Loser before Momma began moaning. The third man chose the less traveled route and entered Loser's ass, but she was so absorbed in trying to make Momma climax, that she hardly noticed. While the fifth, or perhaps it was the sixth, man erupted into her cunt, Loser finally felt the quivers of an orgasm beginning in Big Momma. She licked and sucked and rubbed her face across Momma's steaming cunt. Finally with a deep grunt Big Momma snapped her legs together, almost crushing loser's head between her massive thighs.

Loser thought she would suffocate before Momma's legs relaxed slightly and Momma's voice boomed out, "That's one." She laughed and added in a softer voice, "The second one always takes a lot longer, honey, so you'd better get back to work with that tongue."

It did take a lot longer. Loser lost track of how many men fucked her cunt and ass while she tried to bring Big Momma to a second orgasm. It was becoming harder and harder for her to even move because her own body wanted to explode, but Big Momma had not yet even started to breathe heavily.

Finally, about the time the dyke with the strapon attacked her ass, Loser started to feel the swelling in Momma's clit that meant an orgasm was starting to build. She lost herself in licking and sucking thinking only - perhaps even saying out loud - "When Momma cums, I can cum.... When Momma cums, I can cum.... When Momma cums, I can cum."

Eventually Momma was moaning and grunting and Loser was grunting just as loud between her legs trying desperately to hold back a raging flood. Finally, Momma let out a tremendous guttural roar and once again clamped down on Loser's face with her thighs.

Freed now to climax, Loser exploded. Her face was trapped on Momma's cunt, but the rest of her body jumped and thrashed as she experienced an unbelievable orgasm that seemed to continue forever. The man who was trying to fuck her from behind was thrown off. He grabbed her, pushed her down, and re-entered her, this time anally. Loser exploded again. Momma released her head and slid from beneath her.

Loser was vaguely aware of the MC's voice calling out, "She's all your's ladies and gentlemen. You've got an hour until closing time so make the best of it." And then suddenly she was awash in a sea of cocks and cunts. Some were in or against her mouth; some were in her ass; some were in her cunt. At one point she was pretty sure that there were two pricks in her cunt at the same time, but everything was blurred by a overwhelming haze of unbelievable lust like she had never felt before. Finally, a loud bell sounded and the MC announced, "Closing time. Time to let Loser crawl home until next month."

Target / Loser felt Big Momma pull her up to her feet and walk her out the door of the club and back to the van. She was naked and dripping with sweat, beer and cum. Big Momma threw her face down on an old rug in the back of the van and said, "Don't want you rollin' 'round back here." She spread her arms and tied her hands to the supports of the front seat and then spread her legs and tied her feet to the attachment slots for the backmost of the rear seats.

A few minutes later the van started up and drove into the night. Target actually slept for most of the trip back. She was awakened by the sun shining through the windows of the van and by the bouncing of the van as it went down what was obviously a not-very-well maintained gravel road. The bouncing lessened when the van slowed and turned off into what appeared to be a farm yard. At least Target thought she could see a barn through the window of the van.

The rear doors opened. Big Momma untied the ropes and pulled Target from the van. Another person was standing a little ways away holding what appeared to be a large video camera.

Big Momma carried Target over into an old, fenced section of the barnyard and literally threw her out into a large muddy area that stank of pig manure. "You've got a choice, Target," said Momma. "You can do what I tell you to do and I drive away leaving you here, or you can refuse and I take you back behind the barn and bury you with the dead pigs. Your choice."

"What do I have to do?" asked Target. Her voice was quivering. After all she had been through, what could be demanded of her that was lower than what had already been done.

"My client wants one final image of you degrading yourself." yelled back Big Momma. "But you have to do it to yourself."

Target stifled a cry, but her lower jaw was trembling as she waited for Big Momma to finish.

"If you want me to leave you here alive, you lay down in that pig wallow and you roll yourself around until you are good and covered with mud and pig shit. Then I want you to lay on your back in the middle of that muck and masturbate yourself to climax. And make sure it's real, 'cause the camera is going to do a real tight closeup of your face for the big 'O'."

Target slowly fell to her knees and began to scoop up mud and smear it on her body. "Don't pick it up," yelled Momma, "Roll in it." Target fell on her side and began to turn slowly in the mud and muck.