The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 07

"Had enough of these lovely tits?" Rebecca inquired with a malicious grin.

"No, they are going to be so much fun to fuck..." The words hung in the air like a sword. Over whom, I don't know. We were both on our marks and ready to go- when the scorekeepers said the word we surged towards each other and went for another lock-up. Her pretty green eyes were flaring with lust and anger and we both searched for any sign of weakness in the other. This time, it was I who got Rebecca down to the mat but before I could do anything, the scorekeeper called the round.

I turned and closed my eyes, thinking about what I had to do in order to not get fucked. While I had stripped her, anyone with eyes could see that she had been in charge for rounds one and two. Round three would have to be one of the best rounds I had ever fought in my life lest I be her bitch for twenty minutes. The thought made me shudder. I had come into this match ready to annihilate her and now I was feeling like her chew toy.

"On your marks!" I opened my eyes again. I told myself that I could do it, that she would be mine. I found my way to my mark, as did she and the scorekeeper yelled go and I was off. Rebecca chose to hold back again- the idea was somewhat less than sagacious as I took her down with ease. She landed on her front and I on top of her; I quickly put her arms behind my knees and grabbed her chin and pulled back. It was a camel clutch and it was doubly embarrassing as her massive breasts were on display for everyone to see. The woman with the camera got in close as Rebecca struggled in vain. I gave her one more hard yank and she shouted out her submission. Score one for Rachel!

We both returned to the starting spots and Rebecca eyes were narrowed- she was out for blood now. When the judge said go, she proved it. She was on me in a flash and threw me to the ground. I landed with my face to the mat. Before she sat down on my back, she deftly undid my top. The reason for her sitting became clear as she pulled my leg into a painful submission hold. Pain arced through my leg and Rebecca inserted a finger into my wet sex.

I shivered. My sex was sopping wet and Rebecca inserted two long skilled fingers into it. The ravenhaired girl began pumping into me, slowly, powerfully. With my leg contorted I felt helpless and completely at the mercy of her whims. My other leg tensed up. Damn. This girl was good. She pulled my leg back adding more pain to the pleasure, and I tapped the mat in submission.

Rebecca rose off of me while I was on the ground panting. I balled my fists and pushed myself back up. The match was getting less and less winnable but at least I could fight with some dignity. I said that like I wasn't naked and sopping wet, with a long spindle of my honey rolling down my thigh. But it was unimportant. I was going to give it my all.

We returned to the starting positions. I would be wary, but not cautious. Cumming on the mat while I was still supposed to be a wrestler was unappealing to my vanity. Both Rebecca and I were naked with a thin coat of sweat coating both of our athletic sexy bodies. "Go!" echoed around the room and Rebecca stalked forward. Her arms wrapped around my hips and she tried to throw me to the ground. I fought it off, pushing her back. She came at me again and this time she overwhelmed me and I was tossed to the mat like a ragdoll.

The darkhaired girl seized both of my legs, spread them and lifted them up so my hips were off the ground. One of her powerful legs stepped over me and she...

"Oh no!" I gasped, my eyes wide with fright.

"Oh yes..." she purred and began to trib me.

My body was being grinded on. Waves of pleasure crashed into me as Rebecca dominated me and my sex. I closed my eyes and tried to crawl away, to find some escape from the darkhaired woman's humiliating act. But she didn't allow me any reprieve from the powerful sexy grind, pulling me back. I clutched at the mat as if they were bedsheets feeling a humiliating orgasm get nearer and nearer. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the ecstasy as best I could. But I couldn't. Powerful, sensuous, gorgeous Rebecca had a hold over my body and my sexuality that I could not get out of. My leg was beginning to twitch and my stomach was beginning to tighten. My heart nearly pounded out of my chest and I could feel myself being reduced to a quivering mess right there in the match.

And then mercifully the judge called time. I fell down to the mat and opened my eyes again. I hadn't orgasmed on the mat, but I knew that Rebecca had won and won quite handily. The woman strode over and raised her arm, proclaiming her as the victrix. The act was little more than a formality and Rebecca disappeared into the small locker room. I curled into the fetal position- for most of the match I had been hers and now she would have me for twenty minutes. The sound of the door opening prompted me to turn and look. There stood Rebecca, naked except for the red strap-on, dangling from her hips. I sat up and looked up at her as she walked over to me.

"Rebecca please, I..." as my mouth was open, she shoved the toy into it.

I gagged. "You are nothing more than a little slut. All you are worthy of is suck my strap-on. Say that you're my slut."

Rebecca kept pounding me. I was already soaking wet from Rebecca's raw sexual power, but now I was truly beginning to feel her ownership over me. There was no closing my eyes and pretending I was somewhere else. There was no closing my legs and pretending that my soaked pussy didn't demand release. There was only Rebecca. Strong, sexy, smack talking Rebecca. I tried to say that I was her slut my all that came out was gagging noises as she continued to fuck my face cruelly. She finally withdrew.

"Lick my foot, slut."

I did as I was told, bending down to her cute little foot and giving it a long humiliating lick. I shuddered. Her dominance over me was complete. Rebecca didn't say anything as she pulled me into doggy style. I felt so vulnerable with my ass in the air and Rebecca looming behind me. The ravenhaired girl plunged the toy into my vagina and I yelled out with pleasure. Rebecca grabbed a handful of my long red hair and began to work me over.

"Not talking so much now are you, slut." Her voice stung me. It was true, I wasn't talking as much as I was moaning and grunting and mewling. The fighter girl in me was gone, replaced with a Rachel that loved getting fucked like a sorority girl on spring break. My toes began to curl and my thigh began to shake. Pleasure coursed through my body and I moaned and breathed sharply. Rebecca's toy went deep inside of me.

I felt her smack my ass a few times, and with each new red mark I yelled with pleasure and pain. The girl was good with her finger and better with tribbing. But she was best of all with her strap-on. Her hips moved rhythmically and sensually and my body loved it.

"Cum for me slut..." Rebecca hissed. The words were unnecessary. I tensed up and screamed as an incredible mind-numbing orgasm flooded my body and mind with pleasure. I collapsed forward onto the mat, too weak to do anything other than close my eyes and breathe deeply. My mouth hung open and Rebecca removed her toy from me. She rolled me over so I was face-up and my limbs flopped idly so I was spread eagle. She planted her foot on my chest and eyed me up and down. I thought she looked like a piece of art, triumphant sexy and menacing. She was posing for the camera, basking in the attention of the world. She was over me like a domme over her pet and I was a fucked-beyond-belief puddle of carnal desire. And the humiliation was to continue.

Rebecca got down on her knees and spread my legs around her hips. The darkhaired girl began thrusting into me again and my eyes began rolling around in my head. Every deep thrust came with a rush of pleasure. Rebecca upped the ante even more. One hand found its way to my tender breast and began playing with my nipple. Her other hand went down to my sex and she thumbed my clitoris. I howled at the euphoria. I was her pet, her plaything and I was loving it. Rebecca began to thrust more quickly into my sex. My legs coiled and I scratched the mat feeling my climax as imminent.

And then Rebecca stopped. She let my legs down and moved up on my body, placing her toy between my breasts. The darkhaired girl squished them together with her hands and began titty-fucking me.

"Yes, you are being edged. You are my slut and I will do whatever I want with you." Rebecca hurled the insult with a derisive look on her face. She gave my tits a break to slap me across the face. "Say it."

"I am your slut and you will do whatever you want with me!" I shouted.

"Say you're a little whore and all you are good for are my holes." She slapped me across the face again.

"I'm a little whore and all I am good for are my holes." The wet schlicking sound pierced through to my inner self. Here I was, begging and helpless, mindlessly repeating whatever Rebecca said in the hopes that I could get fucked senseless again. My own juices were used to fuck my chest and I felt degraded and used. Rebecca chuckled and went back to plowing me. It was only a few thrusts before my dam burst again and this time I squirted all over Rebecca.

She gracefully scooped a bit of it up with her finger and stuck the finger in my mouth. "Suck it." I did as Rebecca told me to- my mind was blank and echoes of my intense spasming orgasm sent my body into a twitching, defeated mess. My eyes were closed and my brain was shut off. None of my muscles would work and I was Rebecca's whore to mold as she would. I opened my eyes again as I felt myself moving under Rebecca's power- she pulled my face right up to her ample chest and I began sucking her nipple.

I felt disgusted with myself that I just did it without Rebecca demanding it of me. Or I guess I would have felt disgusted if I were feeling anything other than pleasure. I sucked her nipple, licked her nipple, did everything to debase myself as I was lost in her completely. She began caressing the back of my head lightly as she held me to her breast. I heard the judge call time and she let me down.

Rebecca got off of me and stared down at me. Her strap-on dangled from her hips, still wet from my honey. Next to her, I felt like a frail whore. She had taken me, used and abused me, and left me a wreck. She went off to her locker room and I tried to stand up. I couldn't and collapsed into a heap. My second attempt didn't fare any better and I was reduced to crawling across the mats into the small locker room. Before I made it there, Rebecca emerged from her locker room in a black pencil skirt and red blouse. When she laughed at my sorry state, I felt like nothing. There I was, naked and pathetic, crawling in front of her. I forced the door open and slammed it shut behind me. I hauled myself up to the bench and lay on it. My hand was resting on my head and I tried to collect myself. I finally got my muscles to obey and even if it took a while, I got my jeans and t-shirt back on. With some effort, my bag was over my shoulder and I was out the door. Rebecca had taunted me, insulted me, and finally defeated me in a strong and embarrassing fashion. And when she took her reward, I was reduced to nothing more than a feeble little slut.

My car started up quietly. It was going to be a long drive home.