The Submission of Mandy Rose Pt. 02

"Fair enough," Sasha agreed. "But if I win I want something in return! I want YOU to join us for some kinky fun just for one night. God knows you could stand to have a little bit of fun. You can just think of it as the best slumber party of your sad life!"

Mandy suddenly looked up at Dana and violently shook her head no.

"No Dana, I don't want you risking that for me," Mandy insisted, but Dana was too incensed to listen.

"Deal!" she declared before angrily turning to walk away. "Come on Mandy!"

Dana had already begun to walk away when Mandy slowly turned to join her, giving Sasha one last guilty glance over her shoulder.

Mandy felt incredibly guilty for betraying Sasha and even more guilty now that Dana had just put her ass (quite literally) on the line for her but the dye had been cast and the deal had been made so it was too late to do anything about it.

"Dana what the hell did you just do?" Mandy whispered once they had gotten a few paces away.

But before Dana could even answer they heard Sasha's voice call out to them once more.

"Oh and just one more stipulation ladies," Sasha added.

"Yeah, what's that?" Dana asked.

"I want our girl Mandy here to be the special guest referee!" Sasha insisted.

***

The next week on Raw Mandy waited until a few minutes before the match before approaching Sasha's private dressing room and hesitantly knocking on the door.

She knew that it was in her best interest for Dana to win the match and for this whole deviant chapter of her life to come to a close and yet she still wanted to remain friends with Sasha afterward. And even if friendship wasn't in the cards the two women could at least be cordial couldn't they? Could she have her cake and eat it too?

"Come in," Sasha called out and Mandy stepped inside.

Sasha was busy looking in the mirror as she applied her mascara and Mandy quietly closed the door behind her. The two women hadn't spoken or seen each other since the confrontation with Dana the previous week and the tension in the air was palpable.

"Have you come to beg for my forgiveness, Cupcake?" Sasha asked sarcastically, barely looking up to acknowledge Mandy's presence.

"No Sasha, I just wanted to come and apologize to you," Mandy replied. "I'm really sorry that things had to come to this and I'm sorry for the way that everything went down last week but I just need to get back to having a normal life. I can't...be with you...even if I like it. I just hope that you get it and I really hope that we can still be friends after all of this is over."

"Oh, is that it?" Sasha replied coolly, setting down the mascara and walking over to where Mandy was standing. "You just wanted to drop by and tell me that?"

She was once again uncomfortably close to Mandy and Mandy could feel her heart starting to beat faster with that nervous sexual energy she always felt around Sasha.

"See and here I was thinking that maybe you just wanted to drop by and show me how sexy you look in your little referee outfit," Sasha purred as she ran her fingers lightly through Mandy's hair.

Mandy was dressed in homage to her idol Trish Stratus with a tight referee shirt tied off below her breasts which showcased her washboard abs and a pair of the shortest black shorts Sasha had ever seen. They just barely covered about 3/4 of her beautiful bubble butt and were so tight they might as well have been painted on.

"Of course I'm not complaining," Sasha continued. "I do know how much you love the attention and you've definitely got mine! In fact you look so sexy in those little shorts that I've got half a mind to just peel them off of you and devour you right here and now!"

And as she said it, Sasha grabbed a firm handful of Mandy's backside, pulling her in closer.

"We've got a few minutes before the match starts baby, what do you say?" Sasha whispered. "Don't you want me to fuck you till you can't walk one more time for old time sake?"

Mandy's mouth went dry as she felt Sasha's hot breath in her ear and the firm grasp of her hand on her ass. She could give in so easily right now and a big part of her desperately wanted to. God it would feel good to just let Sasha...but....

"No Sasha!" Mandy finally declared, snapping out of her trance and backing away from the sexy temptress. "I..I'm sorry, I can't."

"Oh you can and you will!" Sasha insisted. "I could see it in your eyes just now how badly you want this! You belong to me baby, I know you feel it too! And there is no way in Hell I'm going to lose you tonight!"

"You're wrong about me Sasha," Mandy replied. "I don't belong to you or anybody else and I'm not sure why you wanted me to be the referee tonight but I've got news for you, I'm calling the match fair and square!"

"We'll see Cupcake," Sasha laughed as Mandy slipped out the door of her dressing room. "We will see!"

***

Mandy didn't get much of a chance to collect her thoughts before being ushered out to the ring to referee the Dana vs. Sasha match. And though she did her best to try and focus solely on her responsibilities as the ref, Mandy couldn't help but think about the no-win situation she was facing.

She looked to her left and saw Dana going through her pre-match stretching routine and she knew that her friend obviously expected Mandy to have her back. For Dana it was a black and white issue: Sasha, bad. No Sasha, good. Period. End of story. But for Mandy this match, as with everything else in her life as of late, was not so simple.

Mandy looked over at the other side of the ring and there was Sasha hamming it up for the crowd. The little champ was so smug and arrogant in her belief that Mandy would side with her in the end that part of Mandy wanted to see Dana absolutely destroy her! But then again, what if Sasha were right? What if Mandy really did belong with her and she just didn't want to admit it to herself? As annoying as she could be, Sasha was also quite charming and fun and she was always soooo sexy!

Mandy's gaze lingered just a moment too long as her muddled mind wandered and just like in the dressing room the previous week Sasha acknowledged her with a wink when she caught her staring.

Mandy didn't have time to berate herself for very long however as Dana and Sasha were already standing nose-to-nose in the middle of the ring.

"Okay ladies I want a nice clean match," Mandy instructed. "There are no DQ's as per your wishes but I'm the referee so what I say goes, understood?"

"Oooh, you're so dominant, baby," Sasha teased. "I like it! Maybe I'll think about letting you call the shots when we're fucking your friend later."

Dana had fury in her eyes and lunged at Sasha but Mandy stepped in and held her back.

"Just ignore her Dana," Mandy said soothingly. "She's just trying to rattle you before the match. That's her game but don't let it get to you!"

Sasha just smiled and blew Dana a kiss before retreating to her corner to wait for the bell.

When the opening bell rang Dana shot out of her corner like she was fired from a cannon and charged straight at Sasha. She couldn't wait to wring the skinny little bitch's neck and show her who the real boss was! The wily champion's head games had worked however and so she was able to anticipate what was coming and deftly sidestepped Dana's charge.

She caught Dana with a knee to the stomach as she caromed back off of the ropes sending her challenger down to the mat before bouncing off of the ropes and hitting her with a picture perfect splash.

Dana already had the wind knocked out of her and was writhing on the mat on her back as Sasha jumped on top of her and attempted to get a quick pinfall.

Mandy winced as she saw the moves unfold right in front of her. They were eerily reminiscent of her first match with Sasha and she knew that her best friend was in real danger of losing the match early. As her mind wandered however, Mandy forgot that she was the one who was supposed to administer the count. But when Sasha impatiently glared up at her, Mandy quickly snapped out of her daze before sliding to the mat for the count.

"One...Two..." came the count before Dana kicked out.

Sasha was not pleased in the least. She felt certain that she would have gotten the victory if Mandy had not hesitated.

"What the hell?" Sasha yelled, arms out at her sides as she backed Mandy into the corner.

"I'm sorry Sasha I just spaced," Mandy said.

"Just do your job!" Sasha responded in frustration.

Meanwhile, behind Sasha's back, Dana had already risen to her feet and as Sasha continued to berate Mandy, Dana caught her with a dropkick to the back.

Mandy saw it happen at the last moment and instinctively stepped out of the way as Sasha crashed face first into the turnbuckle. Dana then grabbed her from behind and hit her with a beautiful back body drop.

"Yeah, talk some more trash Sasha!" Dana yelled as she stood over her fallen opponent and began savagely stomping on her ribcage.

Mandy watched in agony as Dana stomped on Sasha's seemingly lifeless form over and over and desperately wanted her friend to stop.

Coming into the match Mandy was certain that she wanted Dana to win but seeing her lover lying there so helpless on the mat made Mandy realize that she truly did care for Sasha and now Mandy seemed to feel each kick as though she was the one taking the punishment.

"That's enough Dana," Mandy finally said when she could take no more.

Dana looked up quickly at Mandy, a sense of betrayal on her confused face.

"What are you talking about?" she asked. "I'm just getting started!"

She got down on the mat with Sasha and wrapped her legs tightly around the champion's ribs, locking her in a punishing body scissors.

"AHHHHHHHH!" Sasha cried out in agony as her already sore ribs were tightened in the vice.

"ARE YOU DONE BITCH?" Dana yelled. "ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE MANDY ALONE NOW?"

"I...AHHHH...NEVER!" Sasha gasped. "She's mine!"

Mandy could not believe what she was hearing. On the one hand it was flattering that Sasha would fight so hard to keep her but on the other hand she just wanted her to quit so that Dana wouldn't hurt her any longer.

"Sasha it's okay sweetie," Mandy assured her, hoping a different tact would end this spectacle. "I get how much you want me but please just tap out! She's not going to stop until you do."

But still Sasha refused.

"No chance, Cupcake!" she gasped and Mandy couldn't help but crack a little smile even with the use of the hated nickname.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity a frustrated Dana broke the hold. She rolled out of the ring and grabbed a folding chair from underneath it before bringing it back into the ring with her.

"Fine, if she doesn't want to tap, then I'll show her what happens when she messes with me!"

Dana lifted the chair high in the air and brought it down with a loud crack on Sasha's back and rib cage area as she laughed maniacally and Sasha rolled on the mat in agony.

"Some champion you are!" Dana yelled as she raised the chair high above her head and brought it crashing down on Sasha's back a second time.

Mandy could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as Dana raised the chair high above her head once again.

This time however as she started to bring it down, Mandy jumped in and grabbed it out of Dana's hands before she could do so. She then jumped in front of Sasha's prone body and waved Dana off.

"What are you doing Mandy?" Dana yelled. "I'm trying to get you out of this stupid deal!"

"I know and I love you, Big Sis," Mandy replied. "But not like this Dana! Please...I'm begging you...just...don't hurt her!"

Dana could not believe what she was hearing. Was Mandy insane?

Dana finally pushed Mandy out of the way and slung Sasha over her shoulders before dropping her to the mat with her patented finisher the Samoan Drop. She then crawled on top of Sasha who wasn't moving and motioned for Mandy to start the three count.

"There are you happy now?" Dana asked. "You can start the count now!"

Mandy set the chair down next to Sasha and reluctantly crawled over to start the slowest count in wrestling history. Her heart was clearly not in it but she knew it was her duty.

"One..." Mandy began, bringing her hand down on the mat with a loud thwack. "Two..."

But as she raised her hand for the three count, Mandy noticed that Sasha's foot was ever so slightly underneath the rope.

"She's under the rope Dana," Mandy shouted, trying to hide her enthusiasm from her friend.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Dana screamed.

She stood up and had completely forgotten about Sasha as she was now yelling in Mandy's face much as Sasha had done earlier.

"Do you want to make me lose this match or something?" Dana asked. "Do you want to be her sex slave? Are you in love with her or something?"

"No, Dana I'm sorry but I have to be fair!" Mandy tried to reason but her partner wasn't buying any of it. "You can't win like this! I want it to be a fair match!"

"No girl, you are lost," Dana insisted. "But it's time for you to prove your loyalty right now!"

She handed Mandy the chair and scooped up Sasha's limp body, pinning her arms behind her back and holding her out in front.

"YOU do it!" Dana said, motioning for Mandy to hit Sasha with the chair as the crowd started buzzing loudly.

"No, Dana I can't!" Mandy cried. "I don't want to hurt her!"

"Swing that chair right now or our tag team is through!" Dana insisted. "It's either her or me!"

"No...I..." Mandy started to protest again but as she did, a wry smile crossed Sasha's face that Dana couldn't see and she gave Mandy a wink.

Mandy still didn't want to swing the chair but Dana insisted.

"DO IT!!!" she screamed and Mandy brought the chair down hard.

As she swung it though Sasha ducked out of the way at the last minute and it came down flat and hard right across the top of Dana's head.

She fell to the center of the mat out cold and Sasha summoned all of her remaining energy to drape an arm over her chest.

Mandy looked around the ring, desperately wanting to find a secret escape hatch but she knew she had but one choice. She dropped to her knees and slowly administered the count, 1...2...3!

The crowd went wild and the bell rang as Sasha Banks' theme music once again started blaring over the loudspeakers.

For a long moment Mandy sat in the ring not moving but soon she realized...she had made her choice! For better or worse she belonged to Sasha Banks.

Mandy helped her mistress out of the ring and draped an arm over her neck as she helped support Sasha on her way up the ramp.

About halfway up the ramp Mandy looked back at Dana still lying in the ring and a twinge of guilt washed over her. But then she felt Sasha stirring and heard her voice.

"You did great out there Cupcake!" she cooed before giving Mandy a little peck on the cheek. "I can't wait to show you what good girls get for a reward."

And as much as she tried not to with all of the guilt hanging over her like a dark cloud, Mandy couldn't help but smile.

*** Mandy got Sasha back to her private dressing room and gently eased her down onto the bench in front of her locker. Sasha's ribs were still quite sore and she winced in pain as Mandy lifted her arm back off and over her shoulder and went to the other room to turn on the hot water in the shower.

Sasha sat with her head in her hands trying to will the pain away for a long minute until she felt Mandy standing in front of her. She had a look in her eyes like Sasha had never seen before. It wasn't defiance or anger or even lust, it was a look of deep affection and tenderness generally reserved for someone who has just committed a heroic act.

She slowly knelt down in front of Sasha so that they were face to face and tenderly brushed the messy purple hair from in front of her face and for a long while she just stared deeply into her pretty brown eyes.

"Why did you fight so hard for me Sasha?" Mandy finally asked. "Dana was really hurting you and it was killing me to watch it. You could have given up at any time and I wouldn't have thought any less of you."

Sasha sighed and replied, "I've wanted you for so long Mandy and now that you're mine I'm not about to give you up."

And as she finished saying the words Mandy couldn't control herself. She pounced on Sasha and started passionately kissing her.

Mandy was extremely turned on by the thought of Sasha fighting for her and as she kissed her she started running her fingers through the pretty champion's long purple hair.

For a long time all that could be heard was the sound of their panting and lips smacking together as the water from the shower splashed on the tile floor in the background. But soon Mandy grew a bit overzealous and snaked her arm around Sasha's waist to pull her closer. When she did so Sasha winced and let out a small squeak of pain.

"Oh Mistress I'm so sorry," Mandy apologized. "You must be in such pain. We can stop if you don't want to right now."

"Don't you dare stop, Baby!" Sasha insisted. "A week without touching you was long enough! A little bit of pain isn't going to stop me."

Mandy shyly smiled again at Sasha's bravado as she realized that a little TLC was in order if they were both going to get maximum enjoyment out of the evening.

"Well you just sit there and relax Mistress," Mandy said as she got to work unlacing Sasha's boots. "I'm going to take VERY good care of you tonight!"

"Oooohhhh well I VERY much love the sound of that!" Sasha cooed.

Once the boots were dispatched, Mandy stood back up leaving Sasha staring directly at her navel. Her plan was to get Sasha undressed and into the shower but Sasha had other plans first.

She impishly pulled the knot free where Mandy had tied off her shirt and then pulled Mandy's flat stomach up to her cheek. Mandy knew exactly what Sasha wanted and obliged her by pulling her shirt off and tossing it aside, leaving her bare chested and free.

"Mmmm, there's that beautiful body I've missed so much!" Sasha smiled as she grabbed Mandy's firm booty with both hands and buried her face in Mandy's sweet succulent breasts.

"Ooooh, It's all yours Mistress," Mandy moaned as she watched Sasha hungrily slurping on one of her nipples. ""I've been a bad girl but now I know I'm yours completely baby! Every part of me belongs to you!"

"Oooh, every part?" Sasha looked up at her and whispered. "I'm sure you're including that glorious ass when you say that! And since you've been so bad, is tonight the night you finally give me what I want so badly?"

"I...I want to, I'm just...I'm still a little bit nervous Mistress!" Mandy admitted.

Mandy was telling the truth. A part of her wanted to give in to her desires and give Sasha what she so desperately craved and still for some reason the thought of anal sex and the fear of the unknown made her hesitate.

"It's okay Baby," Sasha replied, seeing the uncertainty on Mandy's face. "I forgive you for being bad. I'll get that ass soon enough."

"Oh thank you Mistress," a relieved Mandy smiled. "Now will you let me make you feel good after you fought so hard for me tonight?"

"Hmmmm, I suppose I'll allow it," Sasha teased.

Mandy gave her one more kiss for good measure and then gingerly lifted Sasha's top off of her. Sasha was still hurting and she winced as Mandy did so but it was only for a second.

Mandy then slowly crept around behind the bench, her fingers never leaving the bare skin of Sasha's shoulder and moved her mistress' hair out of the way before gently starting to rub her aching shoulders and her back. The muscles were tender to the touch and more than once Sasha grimaced but Mandy seemed to really know what she was doing.

"Does that feel good Mistress?" she asked as her palms and fingers kneaded the sore muscles. "Am I being your good girl?"