CHRISTINE “THE HUMILIATOR”

By Dangerous David Dicks

Email: i_am_ddd@yahoo.com

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“You!”

“Me?” I asked, looking up. It seemed a foolish question, as I was the only one in the cell.

“Yeah, you. Let’s go. Your lawyer is here.” Said an impatient looking bailiff who was flanked by overgrown jail cell guards.

I stood up and allowed the three men to put shackles on my wrists and ankles. With the guards pulling me along by the upper arms and with the chains on my ankles and wrists it was difficult to walk, but I kept up as the men as they lead me to the meeting room where my lawyer was waiting for me.

“Hey James.” Most of my real friends called me Jim or Jimmy. My lawyer, Ted Davidson, always called me James.

“Hello Mr. Davidson.” I said while the gentlemen accompanying me helped me to settle in to the chair across from my lawyer. Between us was a cold looking steel table with one manila folder lying on it.

“Call me Ted.”

“Okay, Ted.” Technically speaking Ted was my father’s lawyer. I only barely knew the guy, even though I’d seen him around the house off and on for years. Up to this point I had always called him Mr. Davidson.

The two guards left the room leaving Ted and I alone. I was seated directly across from him, still wearing my shackles and my orange jump suit. Ted wore an expensive gray double-breasted suit that must have cost a small fortune.

“Look James, I’m going to come to the point. It looks bad. From what I’ve seen…” Ted motioned to the manila folder. “They have a really good case against you.”

“It’s all bullshit, Ted! I didn’t do it. You gotta believe me.” I struggled to maintain my cool. When the bailiff said my lawyer was here to see me, I assumed Ted had come to tell me how he was going to get me out of this situation. Now, I’m starting to think that I’m going to be a guest of the state for a long time.

“Whoa, relax James.” Ted could see I was becoming nervous and tried to calm me down. “Why don’t you tell me the whole story?”

”From the beginning?” I asked.

”Yeah, from the beginning.”

So I started telling him the story. The entire story of exactly what happened to me. It all started back in my sophomore year of high school. I was the king of the school. I had it all. My parents were more than a little bit wealthy. As only a sophomore, I was already the starting quarterback on the football team. I had started school a little late and I was therefore older than most of the kids in my class. I got straight A’s yet was the class clown. I could have gone out with nearly any girl in school, even the upper class girls.

That’s when I met Christine. She was only a freshman but she was already the most amazing, most beautiful, most talented, smartest, and simply the most incredible girl I ever met. There was almost nothing she couldn’t do. She played softball, ran track, and was captain of the volleyball team. And it didn’t hurt that her parents were stinking rich. Every guy in the school wanted her, but she fell for me. We dated all the way through high school.

I was sure that I loved her, but there was one thing that always hung over us. One thing I simply couldn’t get past. She would never allow me to have sex with her. Hell, she wouldn’t even allow me to touch her beneath her underwear. We went steady for three years and I never got to even feel her breast, but even still I was honored to be with her. Christine had such confidence, such a power about her that every male that met her immediately fell in lust with her. She had the most incredible body it was lean, tone and athletic, but incredibly feminine and beautiful. She stood about five foot six and weighed a sexy 125 pounds. Her hips, ass and thighs were the most incredible anyone had ever seen. Her face was sexy and angelic at the same time. She had the cutest little dimples that were made all the better by the way her face was framed by her pretty blonde naturally curly hair. The only complaint I ever heard about my girlfriend’s beauty is that some people felt her breasts were a little on the small side. Her rich daddy, however, changed this, on her eighteenth birthday. Two weeks before she graduated from high school, I came back from college to find that my girlfriend had gotten breast enhancement surgery.

Now Christine had it all, beautiful face, sexy athletic thighs and calves, perfect round ass, and all of a sudden a huge round pair of tits that could turn a man’s head from a quarter mile away.

Even though after nearly four years of dating I’d never even seen her naked, I was excited as I could be. I thought for sure once she came to college with me, I would finally have sex with my now even more incredible looking girlfriend. But it never happened. I never even got to touch her, not really, not like I wanted to. Oh did I want her. I can’t tell you how many times I had to jerk off to my own girlfriend. Christ, I knew half the guys I knew masturbated thinking about her, especially after the implants. But I was her goddamned boyfriend and I didn’t even get to fuck her.

Christine went to The State College with me on a volleyball scholarship. As you may have expected she became captain of the team as only a freshman. Her and I spent nearly all our free time together. Even without the sex I loved her. I loved being with her. The way other men looked at me when I was with her made me feel incredible, made me feel like I was the biggest stud in the world. I even found a way to handle the lack of sex. It was simple. … I cheated on her every chance I got.

It started with a girl named Mitzy Majors, a cheerleader. She was exactly the kind of girl that Christine would have hated. You know the kind of girl I mean? A bubbly little bimbo with big tits and basically no brain. I fucked her six ways till Sundown. I did things with her and to her that I only could dream of doing with my beloved Christine. The entire story started with Mitzy, in more ways than one.

Since Christine was such an incredible athlete and since she seemed to look so down on women who were all boobs and no brains one of her friends suggested she join a local women’s wrestling league called David’s Dangerous Dames. It was named after its founder, some guy named Dave, nobody really knew. Although Christine didn’t really know anything about it, she thought she’d give it a try.

3D was strictly a small time league. They had a bunch of cute girl’s none of them had any wrestling experience to speak of, so most of the match consisted of two beauties rolling around on a mat, trying for school-boy pins and other amateurish maneuvers. All the rules were written to try to keep “the talent” from getting hurt; there was no kicking, no crotch abuse, no hair pulling, and no punching with a closed fist, oh and the most important rule of all… the girls in it had to be good looking.

The night of Christine’s first match I was there. She was still just a college freshman, but already the patrons of the smalltime wrestling league knew who she was. When they introduced her the crowd of about two hundred, mostly men, cheered for all they were worth. There were, however, five girls seated around a table near the front that booed her. “Did they know her?” I wondered. Christine wore a gray half shirt tee to the ring with black spandex shorts, white gym shoes and her blond curls pulled back in a ponytail. She looked incredible all the men in the crowd knew they were in for something special. Then they introduced her opponent.

The bald man with a bow tie stood in the center of the ring with a microphone. “Introducing next: She stands five foot, two inches and weighs in at one hundred and ten pounds, some of you may seen her on the sidelines cheering for our football team!” This brought a huge pop from the small crowd. “… Let’s welcome Mitzy Majors!” At this point I had never met Mitzy. But she was so bubbly and full of smiles as she entered the ring that you almost couldn’t help but like her. She had light brown hair that was fluffy and tied back into some kind of puffy style that, for the most part, kept it out of her face. The pretty cheerleader started to pull off her robe as the referee, a Frat-boy named Darren, read the rules out loud.

Mitzy wasn’t anywhere near as tone as Christine; she also wasn’t as naturally sexy. She was what most people would think of as cute, Hell, almost cuddly. She wore a little French-cut pink bikini that was probably too small for her. Her breasts, which were nearly as big as Christine’s and probably all natural, were just about falling out of it. She wasn’t really tone but rather had the kind of body that looked like she was relying on genetics and dieting, not exercise and training. The men cheered and catcalled for her as she slid her robe off her shoulders and playfully kicked off her sandals, preparing to wrestle barefoot.

It was at this point that I figured out who the five girls who booed Christine were. One of them yelled. “Come on Mitzy! … You can do it! … Do it for the squad!” Then they all giggled together. That table had to be all the other girls on the cheerleading squad with Mitzy.

As the two gorgeous girls stood across from each other waiting for the bell, it would be hard to imagine two women who were both so incredibly hot, yet so completely different. Christine, the volleyball star with the athletic body and huge store bought breasts was radiating with confidence. She stood with her hands on her hips looking at her opponent in pink as if she were disappointed that this was all the competition she would have tonight. Meanwhile the cute little cheerleader named Mitzy barely seemed able to concentrate on anything at all. Her eyes wondered around the room randomly, as if looking for good-looking guys in the crowd. To look at her was to know there was basically nothing behind her eyes. If not for the fact that she was to face a complete neophyte tonight, you would have had to assume it was a lamb being brought to a slaughter.

The bell rang and the two women charged at each other, locking up in the center of the ring in what might loosely be called a collar and elbow hold. “Come on Mitzy! … Get her!” Shouted one of her cheerleading friends.

For a moment I thought that I should perhaps shout some encouragement to Christine, but decided against it. Besides, it was only a moment or two before Christine worked the dumb little girl into a side headlock. Poor Mitzy must have been hurt by Christine’s overbearing strength, because you could already hear her starting to cry as she stammered in Christine’s vise-like grip. My girlfriend looked incredible, as she totally controlled the struggling little cheerleader. She backed her into a corner and then did something that totally shocked me. Christine ran out of the corner dragging poor Mitzy along with her, jumped in the air and nailed the little fool with a bulldog, driving her hip down on the girl’s head as they crashed into the mat. When her forehead smacking into the mat Mitzy yelped like a dog that got its tail stepped on. Then there was a moment of silence and the crowd leapt to their feet with a burst of screams and cheers.

Now I knew Christine was an impressive athlete, I knew she was good at pretty much everything she did, but I didn’t know that she could learn wrestling moves simply by imitating what she had seen on TV. She had such control over her body from excelling in so many sports, that she could now simply visualize what she wanted her body to do, and then recreate it as if she had studied the move.

The crowd who were used to very amateurish matches, basically two sorority bimbos rolling around on the mat struggling to get on top of one another, was shocked by the high impact move and they cheered and roared. Christine loved it. She popped to her feet and raised her arms over her head to soak up the crowd’s admiration. Then while standing straddling the petite little cheerleader, Christine started playing to the crowd, slapping the little girl on the butt. She slapped her again and again, all the while the crowd egging her on. Hell, even Darren, who was supposed to be impartial, was smiling and laughing silently. Mitzy simply grasped her aching forehead and lied there writhing on the mat as a girl who was wrestling for the first time in her life and loving it humiliated her.

“Do you wanna see more!” Christine shouted to the now rabid crowd who replied in kind. Everyone wanted to see what this amazing girl would do next. Everyone except the five girls who sat at their table with their heads in their hands, not wanting to see their little friend belittled and demeaned.

Not able to discern what the crowd’s answer was, after all they were already cheering like madmen, Christine assumed they answered yes and turned her attention to the now struggling brunette. Hooking one hand under Mitzy’s chin she pulled the cutie off the mat and to a standing position. Reaching forward she slid her arm between the stammering girl’s fake-baked legs and scooped her up onto her shoulder. As the crowd cheered her on, she threw little Mitzy down in the center of the ring, with a powerful body slam. Mitzy cried out again at her unceremonious introduction to the canvas and rolled to her side, arching her back trying to rub out the pain in her lumbar area.

Christine would scoop up the petite pink clad princess several more times, slamming harder her to the mat each time as she whooped the crowd into a near dangerous frenzy. Each time her back smacked hard against the mat, the little cheerleader would cry out as the pain clearly showed on the little bimbo’s contorted face. At one point during the demonstration of dominance one of Mitzy’s friends ran up and slapped the ring apron. “Come on Referee! … Can’t you stop this? … Don’t you see what she’s doing to her?”

Darren paused for a moment. “Yeah, she’s kicking her ass. But she isn’t breaking the rules so sit down and enjoy the show like everybody else.” He said with a bit of a laugh. The dejected cheerleader could do little more than stamp her foot and then pout on her way back to her table, as the one sided slam-fest continued in the ring.

Standing over a nearly motionless and totally dominated little cheerleader Christine started playing to the crowd again. “What do you think, boys?” She asked the crowd. “Should I just pin her and let her off easy.” Christine played it up by shaking her head no as she talked. “Or, should I finish her?” As she said the words she drug it out adding slow positive head nods. I couldn’t believe it. This girl that I had known for so long, who was such a prude in the bedroom was whipping up a crowd of rabid men as she dominated another woman. I’ll never forget it. I had a hard-on so big I was sure you could see it straight through my pants from across the room.

The crowd began to chant. “Finish her! … Finish her! … Finish her! … Finish her! …” And Christine was going to give them what they wanted.

Christine reached down and yanked the sweaty and battered little bimbo off the canvas by the wrist. The little girl softly begged her not to obey the rapid crowd. She implored Christine for mercy. “Please. … Please … No more..” She pleaded.

“Nope, I’m sorry little one. Looks like the crowd wants to see you destroyed. I can’t let down the fans, now can I?” She said as she forced Mitzy’s head between her own powerful thighs and just held her there. “Besides, I simply just don’t like stupid little sluts like you.” She added cruelly.

Mitzy was bent over and helpless her arms hanging uselessly toward the canvas. The chants of the small crowd turned into shouts and became nearly deafening. I looked over and saw that nearly all of Mitzy’s little friends were in tears. Christine could have done anything she wanted to the little princess. Then she bent over and wrapped her arms around little Mitzy’s waist. She then pulled the girl upwards, rolling her onto her shoulders and allowing her to balance there for just a moment before driving her to the canvas with a viscous power-bomb. The finishing move completely wiped poor Mitzy out. Her breasts jiggled as she came to rest on her back at Christine’s feet, totally out of, totally dominated, and totally defeated.

I was amazed at Christine’s awesome natural wrestling ability, her power, and the vicious streak that ran through her. It was shocking, yet incredibly erotic all at the same time. As the crowd changed their chant to “Holy Shit! … Holy Shit! … Holy Shit! …” As Christine put her knee down on poor Mitzy’s amble chest and knelt down on the semi-conscious girl for the uncontested pin fall all I could think about was finding some place to whack off.

“One! … Two! … Three!” Shouted Darren, each time slapping the mat. “It’s over, ring the bell!” He commanded before taking Christine’s wrist and raising her hand in victory.

Christine allowed Darren to hold her hand over her head as she soaked up the abundant cheers and admiration of the fans, although she remained holding little Mitzy down with her knee in the cheerleader’s chest. She looked incredible, shown slightly of a sweat, but more like a soft glow to her incredible skin. I think in all the time I knew her she never looked sexier than at that very moment as she dominated this once bubbly little sexpot.

Suddenly over the roar of the crowd a voice rang out. “The match is over! … Get that stuck up bitch off of her!” One of Mitzy’s friends silenced the crowd who followed up with a collective gasp.

Christine popped to her feet, releasing the trapped bimbo and looked over to see that all five of Mitzy’s cheerleading friends were standing around their table, hands on their hips shooting a look of total disgust in the direction of my girlfriend. It was all but impossible to discern which one of them had made the comment, but it didn’t seem to matter to Christine. She kicked Mitzy over onto her stomach near the ropes. Then slipped through the ropes to the ring apron. Reaching back into the ring, she dragged Mitzy up off the canvas by her hair, and scooped the suffering brunette up onto her shoulder. Each of the cheerleaders took a step back away from Christina as she hopped off the ring apron and approached them carrying their overwhelmed friend like the proverbial sack of potatoes.

Christine looked into the eyes of each one of the girls in turn. The entire room could sense their fear. Then without showing the slightest bit of emotion, she tossed her tattered cargo down on the table in front of the cheerleaders. “You just let me know which one of you wants to get in the ring with me next.” She said without appearing panicked, rushed, or even nervous in anyway. She then looked each one of them down again, turned and left the room to a standing ovation.

As soon as she left the five girls set about the task of tending to the sobbing sweaty mess in a pink bikini that was lying sprawled out and in tears on their table.

That night Christine and I went out to celebrate. It was probably the greatest night of our relationship. She was truly high on life… Not to mention a fair amount of wine. I could barely stand the excitement; I was getting all the signals. I absolutely couldn’t wait to get her home and in the sack. I can remember it like yesterday, walking to the door, her hand in mine; waiting to hear the words … “You want to come in?” Of course I did, but the words I really wanted to hear was for her to say “Take me. … Make love to me.” We ended up on the couch making out and heavily petting each other with our clothes on of course. I had a hard on so big I knew she had to feel it through our clothing, but as soon as I tried to remove her shirt … “No!” She said, shooting me down just as I was getting revved up. I so desperately wanted her to say, “Yes”, but I would have to continue waiting. The “Yes” never came… Of course I did; ten minutes later in my car. I had to pull off the road on the way home just to spank my monkey.

The next day I was walking though the park in the center of campus heading from my apartment over to Christine’s dorm, when I saw what looked to be quite an attractive girl sitting on a park bench crying her eyes out.

“Are you okay?” I asked her as I sat down next to her.

She didn’t look up. “Yes, I’m fine. … Please leave me alone.” She said while holding her face in her hands.

“Okay, if you’re sure you’re alright.” I said cautiously preparing to stand up and leave her with her sorrow.

“No wait!” The girl said as if startled and looked up from her hands.

”Mitzy? … Mitzy Majors?” I asked.

The look on her face turned to horror. “Oh so you know who I am also. I suppose you were there. I suppose you know that everyone sees me as nothing but a little whipping girl. … Nothing but a complete loser.” She wrapped her arms around me and I felt her tears streaming out of her face, soaking through the material of my shirt.

Then she raised her head again and looked at me with her big doe eyes. “My boyfriend left me. He said I’m nothing but a worthless wimp. … He said I’m worthless!” She burst into tears again, burring her face in my chest.

I lifted her head slowly and said “I don’t think you’re worthless.”

I’m not sure what the exact verbiage was from that point on, however, it suffices to say that I spent that afternoon using Mitzy Majors as a receptacle for as many loads as I could fire off my cock. I took out every fantasy I’d ever had in the four years I’d been with Christine and I acted them out on Mitzy…

Then, I just left her, never to see her again. Well, I occasionally saw her. You know, cheering on the sidelines for football games, at the wrestling club, and the like. But you see, that’s where it all started… for both of us. Christine spent the next five Sunday Nights completely dominating each one of Mitzy cheerleading friends in the ring; each beating was worse than the previous. She went on to win match after match, each one in more and more convincing fashion. I was amazed at the way she would toy with and humiliate her opponents. She seemed completely unbeatable. It wasn’t long before she became the champion of the small time little wrestling league. The league started to grow, as more and more girls wanted a shot at this amazing athlete who took on all challengers. Christine, however, beat them all easily. What’s more, she humiliated them. I couldn’t believe it because it seemed so unlike her, but every girl she faced got humiliated in some way. Sometimes she’d just slap them on the ass a few times; sometimes she wouldn’t let them go until they cried, or until they admitted they being a useless cow. She even made one poor girl grovel and kiss her shoes. I have no idea what came over her, but she became an entirely different person in the ring. It got to the point where the small following of the 3D Wrestling League began calling her “Christine the Humiliator”.

After each victory it was the same, she and I would celebrate and I would end up cupping the bishop in my car while pulled over in a parking lot. The next day, however, I would look up who ever Christine had wrestled against and go find her. I would say that probably three out of five times I’d find the girl and we’d end up fucking. It was an amazing situation that went on through my entire sophomore, junior, and senior years. I was going out with the hottest, most desired woman on campus, and having sex with nearly every cutie that she’d wipe the mat with the night before. Incidentally, the girl that she forced to lick her shoes was a dynamo between the sheets.

However, sometime just after the middle of my senior year I started wanting more. I knew I’d be leaving school soon, and even after having been going out for over seven years, with Christine still only a junior, I couldn’t be sure what the future would hold. I heard rumors that Christine was getting board with me; that I didn’t interest her anymore, that I wasn’t showing her the attention that I used to. I heard she was going to dump me and move on. That pissed me off. That blonde bitch was going to dump me after over seven years together and she never even gave it up! There was no way in Hell I was going to let that happen to me.

I made a personal commitment that I would nail Christine before I left campus in the summer. Not only that, but I would nail her before she had a chance to dump me. I had read this book in psychology class and remembered it saying something about the fact that people would do things they wouldn’t normally do if they were either in a state of extreme happiness or extreme sadness. You see; the closest I had come to fucking Christine was the night after she won her first match. The happiness she felt at that point was so great that she almost let me do her. If she could only experience something like that again, I was certain that would finally do it and I would get her in the sack. The problem was, it was all becoming too easy for her. The wrestling league she was in only allowed in very attractive girls, so Christine had no challenge. She’d take apart another cheerleader or sorority bimbo each Sunday night like clockwork. Even the occasional soccer player or fellow volleyball player didn’t tax her very much. Oh sure she was having fun, but not the pure excitement of doing something that nobody thought she could do.

So that’s when I go the idea to bring in Linda. Linda Marris was incredible African American woman who was formerly a professional bodybuilder competing at six foot one inches tall and one hundred eighty-five pounds. She had to leave professional bodybuilding after an ugly steroid incident, but found a permanent home in woman’s professional wrestling. Which also gave her an opportunity to add even more size to her incredible frame. (Many people suspected steroid use.) She was the champion of a mid-sized league called the CWW or Championship Women’s Wrestling. The league was big enough that they were televised locally and some girls even used it as a springboard onto bigger things. Linda had been with that league for seven years, was the champion for most of that time, yet never got offers to move up, probably due to the steroid incidents that tainted her files. None of that mattered to me. The important thing was that Christine knew who she was. Hell, she even tried to copy a couple of her moves now and again. If She could beat a well-known powerhouse like Linda Marris, she would certainly be in a state of ecstasy that would get me into the driver’s seat.

So, I set up. It cost me a small fortune. I had to pay Linda to come to our town face Christine in her ring, for the championship of her little wrestling league. The part that got expensive was paying the people who ran the 3D league to let a non-college cutie into the league. (Fortunately since Linda was somewhat famous, it helped.) The part that REALLY got expensive was paying Linda to throw the fight and let Christine win. But what did I care? It was my old man’s money and it would all be worth it for just one chance to pound away at that ripe, untouched, most desirable of all flowers.

It seemed like I had to wait forever before the night of the big match finally arrived. When it did I felt fortunate to have a great seat right at ringside. The place was packed, as packed as the little small time gym could be; after all, it only held about four hundred people. Although I heard they packed in close to five hundred, and looking around it could have been even more. It was hot as Hell in there, all those warm bodies piled up on top of each other like that simply overpowered the old buildings air-vac system. The guys who ran the league had circulated pictures and hung posters showing Christine and Linda all week. The posters showed a scantily clad Christine set slightly in the background with a picture of Linda in her bodybuilding prime set more in the foreground. I have to give them credit; the way the pictures were arranged made Linda appear to tower over the sexy blond. Everyone came to see their gorgeous undefeated champion take on the monster of a champion from the big time well-sanctioned league.

The evening started off with a number of preliminary matches, which I must admit I had a hard time paying attention to. All I could think about was Christine. However, I did notice that nearly every one of the preliminary matches had at least one girl that Christine had beaten handily sometime during her two and a half year reign as champion. Most of the preliminary matches were just pretty girls rolling around in bikinis on the mat; very little wrestling skill was shown by any of them. “No wonder Christine walked right through you all.” I thought.

Then finally it was time for the main event. You could tell by the excitement that you could now feel in the crowd. The bald man with the microphone stepped back into the ring. “And now… Ladies and Gentlemen! …” He shouted into the mike. “The moment you’ve all been waiting for… This is a one fall championship match for the 3D title!” The crowd roared its approval. “Introducing first, making a special appearance from the CWW. She is the CWW Champion, standing six foot one inch tall and weighs in at two hundred and five pounds. … She is Linda Marris!”

It didn’t take the crowd long to realize that Linda was “the bad guy”. She entered the gym dressed in a black leotard, black wrestling boots and matching gloves. She looked huge! I almost pissed myself. In my entire life I’d never seen such a muscle-bound woman. At least I assume she was a woman, after all, aside from her huge pecks, she had basically no chest to speak of. She had huge guns that I must admit I was quite jealous of. The big woman wore her hair in a very tight short Afro. This did nothing to improve the appearance of her face, which I can only describe as alligator-like. She barked at the crowd then entered the ring by stepping over the top rope.

Linda pushed the bald headed man with the bow tie down on his butt, taking the microphone from him in one motion. “Did you people all cash you welfare checks to come here tonight?” She asked of the crowd holding the mike to her face. “You people make me sick! … You all came to see your little champion … Christine the Humiliator.” This time the crowd cheered. “You fools! … I eat girls like her for breakfast… And right now I’m very hungry!”

She reached to hand the microphone back to the bald man with a bow tie, when he tried to grab it she dropped it on the mat at his feet. The bald man with a bow tie bent over to pick it up and she pushed him by the shoulders onto his butt. Then walked to her corner where she stood waiting for her opponent.

“Introducing Next! … The D.D.D. Champion! … She stands five foot, six inches tall. Weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds! … She is the beautiful! … The sexy! … Everybody’s favorite Blonde Heartthrob! … Christine The Humiliator!!!!!!!!!!!”

The crowd went nuts cheering for my girlfriend, it was amazing. Although Linda didn’t appear think so “SHUT UP! You bunch of losers!” She shouted than taking the top rope in both hands leaned back, before pulling herself forward to get momentum as she spat at some people in the front row.

Christine looked incredible as she approached the ring. She was wearing her blond hair straight off her shoulders; she had on red silk rope left open, a red one piece swimsuit that was an obvious Baywatch rip-off, a pair of white gym shoes, and little white tennis socks. As she bounced her way, jogging toward the ring she had a look of determination that made her incredible appearance even sexier. She was so nervous about the match for the entire week leading up to it that on several occasions I almost told her that it was fixed. But, I figured it would just be that much greater excitement for her when she wins … that much better chance of me finally pumping her full of hot jiz.

The sexy blond slipped through the ropes, and just as she did Linda ran over to her and nailed her in the back with a double axe handle blow that dropped her to the canvas. Taking Christine by the wrist the massive Amazon yanked her back to her feet and scooped her up for a body slam, carrying her to the center of the ring were she threw her down on her back. The long red robe flowed behind her and then spread out on the mat as she landed. Christine looked somewhat bewildered and the crowd booed feverishly. I started to wonder if I’d ever seen my girlfriend on the receiving end of any maneuver, nothing less two in row.

Linda put her elbow out in front of her and dropped it right in the center of Christine’s spectacular chest. Her tits jiggled and she grabbed them while sucking in huge gulps of air. Meanwhile Linda loaded up her elbow again and dropped down.

This time the big black woman hit nothing but canvas as Christine rolled out of the way. The massive woman quickly hopped to her knees and rubbed her elbow as Christine scrambled to her feet and got to the corner. Christine quickly tore off her robe and flung it out of the ring. She accomplished this just in time as the much bigger woman charged her swing both hands over her head like sledgehammer. Christine ducked out of the way and retreated to the other corner of the ring, allowing Linda to race by and slam her double fist into nothing but the turnbuckle.

“Aaaarrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!” The massive warrior snarled once more as she attacked the blond in the corner. Again, Christine appeared to be too quick for her, ducking under the blow as Linda connected with nothing but turnbuckle. Christine quickly jumped on the back of the over-muscled woman, wrapping her arms around Linda’s thick neck. The massive Amazon stumbled backward to the center of the ring, with the sexy blond riding her back like a rodeo rider.

Linda spun around in the middle of the ring, swinging wildly at the girl who was on her back. By this point Christine had her incredible legs wrapped around the middle of the massive woman’s body as well as her arm hooked tightly under Linda’s chin, trying to weaken the tremendous powerhouse. The crowd was cheering in amazement as it looked like Linda’s thickly muscled legs would buckle at any moment. Then the crowd fell dead silent as the big black woman threw herself backward and landed flat on her back atop my sexy blond girlfriend. “Urgh!” Christine cried out as her arms and legs splayed outward freeing Linda’s neck and waist from Christine’s clutches.

The massive dark warrior rolled on her axis and wrapped both hands around Christine’s neck and started chocking her. “You try to chock me eh, baby? … I’ll show you how to choke out a bitch!”

Almost immediately the referee ran over to the two women. “Break that choke! Come on, Linda. Break it!” Linda looked up at the referee, who was nothing more than a junior frat-boy, and he actually backed away. But, the pause was long enough for Christine to slid around to one knee and hook her arm up under the crotch of the big Amazon. The crowd went nuts as Christine actually powered the two hundred and fifteen pounder up and into body slam position. They rose to their feet as she through Linda down in the center of the ring.

Christine knew she’d have to use her athleticism and speed if she wanted get a win over a woman who outweighed her by seventy pounds. Just before Linda could get to her feet Christine leapt up and nailed her in the chest with a dropkick that sent the big Amazon to her back. Linda tried to shake off the attack and rise from the canvas, but Christine leapt on her digging her feet into the big girl’s hips and clasping her hands behind Linda’s neck, she flipped her over in a sudden monkey-toss takedown.

Christine appeared to have the big Amazon reeling. The crowd loved it. It looked like she was overpowering and out maneuvering Linda. Of course, only I knew that Linda was throwing the match. I have to admit, however, she looked good. It looked as though she could have beaten the mighty Linda Marris.

Christine took hold of the big woman's arm, and worked her up off the canvas. She tightly wrapped her arm around the big girl's neck. The crowd went nuts with anticipation as my sexy blonde backed her foe up into the corner. She set herself briefly and then charged out of the corner, dragging Linda along by the neck. Once in the center of the ring, Christine jumped up, then shifted her weight in mid-air to put as much of it as possible on the back of the dark Amazon's neck. Linda croaked up a deep cough as they landed on the mat to a standing ovation from the rabid fans.

It took Christine only a second to realize that Linda wasn't moving, she must have driven the big girl's head into the mat hard enough to knock her cold. I could feel Christine's sense of urgency as she struggled to roll the muscle bound woman over before she could pull her self together. As soon as she got her on her back, Christine took hold of one of Linda's legs and pulled it toward her, then stretched into a split, sitting down on Linda's upper chest and neck. The big black girl looked to be out for the count, her chin wedged in between Christina's incredible ass-cheeks. The gorgeous blond goddess sat on her victim, smiling and waving to the crowd with one hand, while still clutching the Linda's massively developed thigh against her own chest with the other arm.

The young man, who refereed this match fell to his belly near Linda's head "One! ... Two! ... Three!" He cried as he slapped the mat three times. "That's it. She's out!" He continued as he took Christine’s wrist and raising her hand in victory.

The ref let go of Christine's arm and she put both hands on Linda's stomach. Then while remaining in the splits she slid her hands down Linda's body to the top of her powerful thighs. I, along with every guy in the place, was totally turned on at this point. The sensual flexibility she was displaying was incredible, but the implied overtones were nothing short of erotic. As I watched I realized that she had now rubbed on Linda's body more than she had rubbed on mine in the seven years we'd been together. Christine pushed herself back into the seated splits, now her sweaty ass and crotch were resting directly on Linda's face as Amazon simply lay in the center of the ring. The victorious blond pulled her feet in so she was squatting on her victim's face, she wiggled her incredible ass around a little bit, adding insult to injury. Then Christine stood up and paraded around the ring to a near deafening ovation.

During the time that Christine was soaking up the fan fair and cheers from the crowd, Linda slowly came to and rolled to her side. Then the big woman got to her knees and crawled to the ropes. As discretely as a massively developed Amazon could climb out of the ring, Linda snuck out of the ring. As soon as Linda was on the apron facing away from the center of the ring, Christine went over to her and putting her foot in the powerful woman's backside she kicked Linda from the ring apron.

The entire crowd laughed and jeered as the massive woman in black was booted from the ring apron and landed on all fours on the floor. "Just let me know if you ever want to try again, you overgrown steroid freak! ... Maybe next time we'll fight for your title belt, eh?" Christine was incredibly full of herself at that moment. And how could you blame her? She looked better than any of the Baywatch Babes, she just won a huge title defense against one of the all time great champions in Women's wrestling, and she humiliated a woman twice her size and strength in the process. As she bounced around the ring, nobody could mistake the fact that she was on cloud nine.

I thought for sure that was the night. We went out after the match to celebrate. I'll never forget the way she teased me all night long. She rubbed up against me every chance she got; she put her arms around me whenever another woman would even glance in my direction. Then right around two thirty in the morning she leaned over and in her sexiest bedroom voice whispered in my ear. "Take me home. ... Take me to bed." At this point the pressure that built within the bulge in my pants was so overwhelming I'd swear I was going to faint. We passed through the door entering her apartment while my tongue was in her mouth. We fell to the couch with me on top of her. She was kissing me as if she was a woman dying of thirst and I was made entirely of water. We rolled to the floor, now she was on top of me. "Yes! ... Yes! ... Yes! ..." I thought. This was it. This was the night.

"Whew, okay Jim. That's enough." She said, stopping and getting up off me.

"Why? What did I do wrong?" I asked while getting to my feet as well.

"Nothing. I'm just very tired right now. Be a dear and run along, okay? I'll call you later. Thanks." She said as she ushered me out the door.

That night, I tuned my antenna in the bathroom off the lobby of Christine's apartment building.

Over the next few weeks I started to notice things. At first, I wasn't sure if she had always behaved the same and I had simply been too blinded by her beauty to notice, but it seemed everywhere she went she was hitting on and flirting with every guy in the room except me. Then I started to think about it, about the seven years we'd been together. She had always been a tease. I mean I knew she had been teasing me, but what I never realized was that she would also tease other guys. Pretty much every single man she met, she'd toy with until the poor bastard thought he had a chance with her. Then she'd walk away leaving the sap hanging in the wind, wondering whether he just had the greatest experience in his life of the worst. Even though I was pretty sure she had never cheated on me; I couldn't help but resent the hell out of her for the way she treated other men.

Over the course of little more than a week the resentment inside me started to grow. My fantasies slowly started to change dramatically from wanting to fuck the shit out of Christine, to wanting to see Christine broken. The anger and frustration I felt toward her started to drive me to dream up all kinds of brutal and humiliating ways for Christine to be beaten down and broken. I imagined that I would encounter her at her wits end and she would submit to me; allowing me to use her up as if she were not this strong and prideful woman, but rather nothing more than a cheap whore. I started to understand that all those women who I had banged, after Christine had humiliated and humbled them in the ring, had given it up because they needed to feel better about themselves. They needed to feel as though they were useful, important, or at least not simply a whipping girl for the most impressive woman around. That's when it finally dawned on me. I had been going about it all wrong. I couldn't get a chance to fuck Christine if her ego was strong and built up after an impressive win. The only way I'd get to nail that bitch would be if she were broken and humiliated; feeling worthless and weak. I needed her to be beaten to the state where she though the only way she could rebuild her pride and have any value at all was to please me.

That night, I called Linda Marris.

“Linda? … Yeah, this is Jim.”

“Jim? … Yeah right. … I remember you. You had that honey of girlfriend; real pretty blonde, hot body?”

“Yeah, that’s me…” Linda cut me off before I could finish.

“You made me throw a match against her, just so you could stick your noodle in her!”

“Ah… Yeah?” I replied weakly.

“That bitch tried to humiliate me, and I had to lie there and take it. Fucking Cunt! I’d love to get a chance to wrestle her again. …. For real!”

“Well, interestingly enough that’s what I called about. How’d you like another shot at Christine?”

Linda suddenly sounded excited. “Name the time and the place. … Oh and Jim, this time I ain’t holding back.”

“Good! That’s exactly what I was hoping you’d say…”

We worked out the rest of the details on the phone. This time the match would be a two out of three fall championship match for the CWW title. It would be held in the CWW Arena, and would be televised on their next pay-per-view. Linda had her manager set the whole thing up.

I was not surprised that Christine jumped at the chance to wrestle for the CWW title. She was so incredibly over confident after her "convincing" win over Linda Marris, I really think she would have taken on just about anyone at that point. A week and a half before the match she started making plans for how she would celebrate her victory. She spent her time telling people just how she was going to bring a new level of class the CWW; how she was planning on building that league from a "small time league of has-been's" into the greatest women's wrestling empire of all time. I just could not believe some of the things I heard my long time girlfriend say. "After I win the title, I'm going to tell them that they need to double the size of the purse for my championship matches." Or "I sort of feel bad for Linda Marris. She's way past her prime and trying desperately to cling onto her youth. It's really just sad." And "I'm sure that after I've been champ for a while and really built up their fan base, I'd imagine they will offer me a portion of the company."

As the day of the match grew closer and closer, Christine and I grew further and further apart. "Oh James, you silly fool. This match against Marris will be a stepping-stone for me. I've got to be ready to move; go wherever my career takes me. I can't have guy like you tagging along on my coat tails. ... Oh, I'm sorry, Jim. I didn't mean for it to sound that way. But, you've got to understand that I'm going to be a celebrity and celebrities only travel in certain circles. A circle, I'm afraid you're just not in." She said to me one night when I picked her up at the gym. I couldn't wait for Linda to knock that bitch down a peg or two... Or fifty.

Eventually the night of the big match arrived. I can remember being surprised just how big the auditorium was. It probably sat ten thousand people or more. Okay it’s not exactly Madison Square Garden, but it was a far cry from the cramped gym that I was used to attending Christine’s DDD matches in. It was obvious to me right away that the CWW was a big step up from the 3D. Once again, the Linda vs. Christine match was saved for the main event.

I left my seat and headed back to the locker room area to find Christine. As I walked through the building I listened to the crowd in the CWW arena start to grow rabid. “Linda! … Linda! … Linda! … Linda! … Linda! …” Their cries were echoing throughout the building as they grew more and more excited about the main event. I found Christine just outside of her locker room. She was posing for a publicity photo. She was posing in front of a huge CWW poster, which was basically a photo from her first encounter with Linda back the DDD gym. It depicted her standing over an unconscious Linda Marris with her arms raised in victory. She posed with her hands on her waist and one hip thrust outward. She looked absolutely incredible. I mean she looked great all the time, but as I looked at her from head to toe it was obvious that the staff at the CWW had gone to special lengths to put together something that would show her off to her absolute best. Her hair wasn't in a ponytail as it normally was when she wrestled. Instead her hair was streaked with a bit of glitter and sort of parted off to the side, then somewhat straight. It was the kind of hairstyle girls wear, and have to continually pull that piece of their hair back and pin it behind her ear. She wore a top that fit her like a second skin; it was creamy, nearly white in color, but yet glossy and almost reflective, creating a kind of rainbow effect when struck by the correct light. The material fit her huge breasts like a strapless bra, leaving her entire well-defined midriff bare. It had long sleeves that looked painted on, and made the definition of her shapely arms look even more impressive. The chest portion of the top was a translucent white material that connected the strapless bra portion with the sleeves. It also wonderfully displayed her more than amble cleavage. Below her incredible tone and tanned abs was a pair of extra tight fitted shorts that were made from the same material as the sleeves and bra portions of her top. The shorts were small and tight allowing just a tiny bit of her ass cheeks to peek out the bottom. They closed in the front and were laced up and tied with a silver ribbon. As I looked down her shapely toned thighs, I was somewhat surprised to see her wearing kneepads and ankle high wrestling boots that exactly matched the material of the rest of her outfit. More than a minute went by before I realized I was staring at her.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." She said smiling. There was no need for me to try to cover it up. We both knew I had been staring at her like a starving man stares at a steak.

She smiled for the picture and laughed to herself. She didn't need anyone to tell her how incredible she looked.

From where we stood we could easily hear the crowd chanting for Linda, I thought that knowing for the first time that the crowd was not on her side would bother Christine, but she didn’t seemed fazed at all. She simply looked sexy and smiled for the photographer.

Just then a heavier woman in black pants and a black windbreaker, who was hurrying down the hallway, bumped into Christine. "Watch where the hell you're going you clumsy cow!" Christine shouted after her.

The woman stopped and turned around. "What did you say?" She questioned.

"What are you deaf along with fat, ugly, and stupid?" Christine replied. “What’s your name?” She demanded.

“My name’s Julie, your Christine. We should meet.” The woman said politely as if they got off on the wrong foot and she was trying to get them on the right one.

Christine, however, wasn’t having any of it. "I know you fans are desperate to meet superstars, but why don't you get your fat butt to your seat, and wait for me to be introduced." I couldn't believe it. When I first met Christine she was nice to everyone. Had her ego really grown this much out of control?

The woman paused, as if contemplating what Christine had just said. Then she pulled off her windbreaker to reveal that she was wearing a referee's shirt. "First of all, I ain't no fan." The referee said. "Second of all, you ain't no superstar." She continued.

Christine didn't seem bothered by this either. "Not yet." She shouted as the referee turned away and continued down the aisle out toward the ring. That's when I heard the ring announcer start up again.

At that point all I could say was "Good luck, Christine." and headed back to my seat. As I walked away I heard her say something about not needing any luck, because she had so much skill.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! …. Tonight’s main event is a championship match! … The CWW Championship Belt will be on the line! … Introducing first, the challenger! She is the DDD champion! ….” The mention of the DDD drew a handful of boos from the fans. “Weighing in at 130 pounds, the beautiful Christine “The Humiliator”!”

Christine came trotting to the ring to a mixed reaction. The majority of the people booed her, some cheered her mildly, but most of the people in attendance had little idea who she was. She wore a long silver robe, trimmed in a white fur-like material. She entered the ring and took the microphone from the ring announcer. “I know what you are all thinking!” She began. “You’re thinking that woman has got to be crazy! … What chance does she have to win this match? …. And you are right to think that way! … Linda Marris doesn’t have any chance to win this match!” She concluded to a roar of applause mixed with laughter.

Christine gave the microphone back to the ring announcer and calmly walked to her corner where she hopped up and down on one foot and then the other.

“And now introducing The CWW Champion!” The crowd cheered madly for their champion “She weighs in a two hundred an fifteen pounds! …the one…the only…Linda Marris!” The crowd went insane with excitement.

Suddenly the entire arena went completely dark. Then eerie music was piped into the sound system. Two red spotlights started chasing around the auditorium. Finally the two lights focused and met shining upon Linda Marris, who was now standing at the top of the entrance ramp. Linda was dressed only in a black leather bikini and black leather thigh-high boots with a five-inch heel. The outfit showed off just how truly muscular the woman is. To me she looked like a black Arnold Schwartzenegger in a leather bikini. The crowd went nearly ballistic as Linda started marching purposefully toward the ring. The red spotlights followed her all the way to the ring apron. She stood on the ring apron as the sound of a tribal gong boomed through the building, and then another, then Linda grabbed the top rope, leaned back and sling-shot herself into the ring. The incredible specimen of a woman did a flip in the air and landed in the center of the ring just as the lights in the arena came back up.

Linda stood in the center of the ring trying to stare Christine down, but she wasn’t at all intimidated. Christine simply slid off her robe and revealed to the fans, her incredible body. Most of the men in the crowd cheered her sexy good looks; some shouted propositions and some made catcalls.

Linda very deliberately reached for the microphone, but Christine snatched it away before she could grab it. “I’ll tell you what Linda.” Said a still very confident Christine. “I like you Linda. So, I’m going to make you a deal. … If you submit to me now and walk away; I promise not to humiliate you by beating you in two straight falls in front of your hometown fans.”

Linda didn’t answer. Instead, she turned around slowly and walked back to her corner to await the bell. “You can’t say I didn’t give her a chance!” Christine said over the microphone, this time speaking to the crowd.

The bell rang and Christine didn’t move. She was still playing it up for the crowd. Linda shot out of corner as if shot from a cannon. She charged the showboating blond and took the wind from her, knocking her off her feet with a powerful spear. The move brought a large chorus of cheers from the crowd as Linda’s shoulder drove the shimmering beauty to the canvas. Christine grunted as the wind was completely knocked from her. She was laying on the mat hyperventilating as Linda popped up onto her. The dark Amazon sat straddling Christine’s chest, making it even harder for her to catch her breath. “Did somebody say something about humiliating me?” The big woman laughed and insulted Christine by tweaking the girl’s pert little nose with her index finger, then popped to her feet, as the crowd cheered and laughed.

“Welcome to the big time now, baby!” Linda snarled at Christine and reached down taking two hands full of her opponent’s hair. Linda ripped the winded beauty off the canvas. And drove an uppercut forearm smash into Christine’s ribs, knocking the girl back into the corner. Christine gasped for breath and desperately tried to fill her lungs, when Linda stepped forward and drove her knee hard into Christine’s most sensitive area, dropping the sexy babe to the mat like a stone.

Christine was already curled into the fetal position on the mat, grasping her aching crotch and struggling to breath. This time it was Linda’s turn to parade around with her arms raised above her head. The massively muscled Amazon yanked Christine off the mat again; she scooped the struggling beauty up into body slam position. With one oversized arm between Christine’s incredible thighs, the powerhouse turned on her heel and drove her sexy foe down to the mat. Christine’s body hit the mat and bounced into the air with an incredible force that shook the ring. The blonde screamed in pain, the reached back to massage her back as she arched up off the canvas.

“How do you like the CWW now, huh Sweetheart?” Linda asked as she leaned over and mocked the blond beauty struggling at her feet.

Once more the crowd started in with the chant for their champion. “Linda! … Linda! … Linda! … Linda! … Linda! …” The incredible afro-American warrior started soaking it up. She walked laps around the ring and absorbed all the admiration of her fans.

While Linda was busy with the crowd, Christine worked hard to shake the cobwebs. Slowly my beautiful girlfriend worked her way to all fours, sucking down huge gulps of breath. I could see the anger on her face as she rose to one knee. She stared at her opponent in distain as she rested with her elbow on her other knee. Then as if it was the anger of her injured pride that brought her to her feet. She rose to the standing position, never taking her eyes off the target of her hatred. Linda's back was to her when she decided to attack. Christine ran at her foe and leapt in the air, nailing the overgrown woman with a perfectly executed dropkick to the back. From her prone position on the mat, Christine looked up in horror to see that the dropkick had no effect. Linda was not thrown from the ring as she had expected, but instead the maneuver had barely caused her to be knocked off stride. It was as if she had dropkicked a brick wall.

Christine fearfully retreated scooting backward on her butt, scrambling to get her feet underneath her as she put distance between herself and this seemingly inhuman gladiator that opposed her. "Do you call that a dropkick?" Linda asked with a smile.

"Shut up, Freak!" Was Christine's response as she got to her feet; she still unaware of the strength possessed by the physical specimen she was facing. Linda didn't bother trying to explain it to her, she just took two steps and in an instant she was right up on Christine again. The blonde tried to retreat, backpedaling toward the corner. You could see the surprise in her eyes as Linda leapt in the air, heading right for her. The big woman drove both feet hard into Christine's big chest, nailing the girl with a dropkick of her own.

Christine's body reacted as if she were blasted by a shotgun, "Arrrggghhhh!" She gasped, as her back arched and she was thrown back into the corner behind her. The ring shook as the blond crashed into the turnbuckles, and then bounced forward, tumbling face first to the center of the canvas.

"Now, that's a dropkick!" Linda declared as the crowd rose to their feet in agreement and appreciation of the violent maneuver.

With Linda standing over her gloating, Christine slowly started to stir. The wind had been completely taken from her again. Slowly the blonde rolled to her back, she clutched the big chest her daddy bought her and struggled to breath. As she looked up at her dark skinned foe you could see some of the confusion in her eyes. She couldn’t quite figure out how she wasn’t able to dominate the way she did in their first match. But her pride and ego were still as intact as they had been all day. From her back, while still sucking deep gasps of breath, she reached out and flipped Linda her middle finger.

I was shocked. What did Christine think she was doing? Did she somehow think that Linda had been LUCKY to this point? I think that moment, maybe even more than the way Christine tried to humiliate her during the first match, set the tone for the rest of the evening. Linda grabbed Christine’s middle finger and made a fist around it. She bent her finger back and then started pulling Christine off the mat. As she rose, Christine still assuming she had a chance to win, fired a punch into Linda’s rock hard mid-section. The dark skinned woman just shock her head, then slapped Christine across the face with a vicious over hand right than knocked my pretty girlfriend flat, face-down on the canvas.

“You really are a dumb little spoiled white bitch, aren’t you?” Linda scolded her. “You can’t even see when you are over matched, can you?” Suddenly, Linda seemed to double in intensity.

Reaching down she snatched Christine off the mat by her wrist, she flung her large breasted opponent to the ropes, allowing the blonde to bounce off the ropes and come back to her. Linda charged and launched herself at her rebounding foe. The crook of Linda’s massively developed arm caught Christine square in the Adam’s apple. The speed and power of the flying clothesline caught Christine off guard yet again. This time with incredible consequences; the force of the blow caused the nearly decapitated beauty to flip a complete 360 degrees before landing on her belly in the center of the ring. The crowd went absolutely ballistic, they were cheering and screaming so loud that I remember wishing I had brought cotton for my ears.

As Christine was forcibly snatched off the canvas by her beautiful blonde hair I could see the glazed over look that crept across her face. She was overwhelmed and yet really didn’t realize how this could be happening. Linda, who now controlled her like a marionette, pulled her head back by the blond hair and wrapped her muscular black arm around Christine’s lovely neck. Christine’s sexy body was now bent backward and displayed for the entire crowd to see. Her huge tits were thrust outward, her back arching to it’s maximum. The overhead lights shown and glistened like rainbows off the shimmering portions of her costume. Her incredible legs stammered helplessly; she was completely at Linda’s mercy. “Should I give it to her!” Linda shouted to the capacity crowd. For the first time I sensed the real hatred that was now apparent in Linda’s deep voice. “Break her neck! … Destroy her! … Rip her pretty little head off!” I could no longer tell if the audience was just really behind their champion, or if Christine’s ever present cocky arrogance had turned them all on her.

I could see the veins popping out of Linda’s arm as she put all her incredible strength into the task of crushing Christine’s pretty head. It was becoming more and more obvious to me that this was not just a match for Linda. While holding onto Christine the powerful black woman drove knee after knee to the center of Christine’s back, only pausing occasionally to humiliate Christine by kicking her in the ass. It was also obvious that Christine was in incredible pain. The veins in her neck rivaled those in Linda’s arm as they bulged from the strain of the awkward angle and pressure they were under. The once cocky blond now chirped little squeaks and sounds of pain as her head was crushed in the vice-like grip of the powerhouse who was now figuratively as well as literally kicking her ass.

Linda raised one finger in the air, as a symbol to the crowd the she was going to put an end to this portion of the battle. Suddenly the big girl increased the angle of the bend in her opponent’s neck, drawing a loud squeal from Christine. Then Linda dropped to her belly, delivering the reverse DDT, and knocking Christine into the middle of next week. Upon impact three things happened: Christine shrieked and then fell silent. The crowd leapt to their feet in a tremendous ovation, and the ring shook from the force of the maneuver.

With Christine all but motionless, Linda slid over to her and lay atop the beautiful blond. The back of the big girl’s right arm was pressed across side Christine’s face holding her head to the mat, while the left arm hooked Christine’s leg and pulled it up nearly into the girl’s face. As Christine was held down in this awkward position with her ass in the air and shoulders pinned to the canvas, I had a perfect look at her squished face. I could see from her eyes that there was no fight left in her. There were traces of tears that probably had poured out of her eyes while her head was being crushed under Linda’s vice-like arm. I wasn’t sure she even knew where she was, nothing less whether or not she should try to kick out of this pin. Julie, the referee, probably could have counted to thirty, but she merely slapped the mat three times, stood up and said. “That’s the end of the first fall. … Ring the bell!”

When the bell rang, Linda held Christine down for a few extra minutes as if to emphasize the point that she could do as she pleased then she let Christine unfold in the center of the ring.

It took several moments before Christine even moved, and then when she did it was very slowly. Linda on the other hand stood bouncing in her corner as the crowd chanted her name. “Linda! … Linda! … Linda! … Linda! … Linda! … Linda! …”

I have to admit that Christine still looked incredible. I absolutely could not take my eyes off her ass as she crawled slowly across the ring to toward her corner. Seeing her dominated like this turned me on to the point were my penis ached from pressure that built within it. As she reached the ropes and tried to use them to slowly climb to her feet Linda tore into her with more taunts. “I’ll tell you what Christine.” She said with a mocking distain. Then taking a variation of the offer Christine made earlier she continued. “I like you Christine. So, I’m going to make you a deal. … If you submit to me now and agree to be my slave; I promise not to humiliate you and pound you into pile of blond crap in the center of this ring!”

Christine didn’t answer. She had finally reached her feet and was in the process of steadying herself in the corner. “You can’t say I didn’t give you a chance!” Linda said with a strange kind of laugh.

Finally Christine’s pride got the better of her intelligence and she shouted, completely blinded by anger, at the massive gladiator. “At least I don’t look like a man, you stupid black freak!” Which drew a bit of laughter from the crowd.

“What did you say to me?” Linda asked in a very serious voice.

Christine shook her head to clear her cobwebs, wiped away the tears in her eyes and shouted back at her. “You’re nothing but a big freak. You should be cleaning my toilets. I’m going to kill you this time!”

Linda looked around and then gestured to the still stammering blond. “Can you fucking believe this!” She said, this time to the crowd.

Half crying, half screaming Christine steadied herself in the corner and shouted at her opponent. “You’re dead meat, steroid freak!” Spittle flew from her mouth as she shouted.

Julie shook her head in disbelief then begrudgingly said, “Ring the bell!”

Just as the bell rang Linda took off at a full sprint right for Christine. Julie had to step quickly to her side to avoid the speeding Amazon. Linda left her feet near the center of the ring and launched herself feet first at her foe. Christine had very little time to react. She was barely able to turn away before the powerful dropkicked knocked her back and over the ropes. Christine’s body tangled briefly in the ropes as she was jettisoned from the ring. She tumbled first to the ring apron and then to the concrete floor surrounding the ring.

Linda stepped easily over the top rope to the apron. She was feeling the overwhelming encouragement from the throngs of screaming fans. “Kill her! … Humiliate her! … Punish her!” Julie put her hand on Linda’s shoulder. “Get her back in the ring Linda. I don’t like her either, but this ain’t no hardcore match.”

The big black woman just smiled. “Don’t worry about her.”

With that Linda jumped to the ring floor and snatched up her blond prey by the hair. “You just couldn’t shut you damn cake-hole, could you bitch?” Linda asked.

Christine still tried to fight back with a swinging right hand. Even if Christine was at full strength Linda could easily have blocked it. But in her weakened state it was easy enough for Linda to simply reach up and catch Christine’s fist. She bent the girl’s tone shimmering arm behind her and torqued up a hammerlock. The trapped blond rose to her tippy-toes, in an effort to relieve the pain. I noticed Julie’s count had reached five and she shouted to Linda. “Get in the ring Linda or I’ll count you out.” Ignoring Julie’s warning and taking a handful of blond hair, Linda bent Christine over and ran the pretty girl head first into one of the giant square pillars that adorned the building.

The pillar was build of plastered sheet rock and hid the steel support beam that ran inside. When Christine crashed into it she shattered the plaster in a large explosion of white powder that exposed the beam underneath. The blond beauty held her head and tumbled to the floor at the base of the pillar, the glazed over look returned to her eyes.

Although Linda was now smiling it was obvious the bodybuilder wasn’t done with Christine. She grabbed by the hair and forced her to follow where she lead her on her hands and knees. “That’s it baby. Follow me like the little puppy you are.” Linda said, taking Christine’s head and forcing it between her own powerful black thighs.

I thought Linda was going to pile drive Christine right there on the concrete, but suddenly Julie, who had long since reached the ten count, interrupted her plan. “LINDA! If you do that, I’ll disqualify you and award the fall to Christine!”

It had no effect. Linda just smiled and wrapped her arms around Christine’s waist. She squeezed her once and then rolled her up her own body and into power-bomb position. It looked like Christine was going to be power-bombed on the concrete floor, but Linda turned around and threw the beautiful blond down on the announce table behind her instead. The table exploded; scattering glassed, knocking TV monitors, and sending shattered bits of wood in every directed. “That’s it! … Fall number two goes to Christine! … Ring the bell!” Shouted Julie.

The crowd of course didn’t care that Christine won the match they exploded into a frenzy of excitement. “Holy Shit! … Holy Shit! … Holy Shit! …” They chanted. Meanwhile Linda absorbed the cheers as if it were a drug, she stepped back from the battered blond lying in a pile of broken table pieces, smiling as if she finally had some measure of revenge.

Just then Julie pulled her by the shoulder and spun her around. “Okay Linda, you’ve proven your point. Get in the ring or I will disqualify you from the final fall as well.” Not wanting to lose the match that way, Linda complied and climbed back in the ring. Of course, the ten thousand in attendance were cheering madly for the destruction she created. “Humiliator, my ass.” She said as she entered the ring.

Christine to this point hadn’t moved since being “introduced” to the table. Her sweaty body still lied motionless in a pile of broken bits of table. Julie reached in her pocket and pulled out a pair of smelling salts. Breaking them in half she waved them underneath Christine’s nose. “Come on Christine, wake up honey.” She said strangely kindly. After a moment the blond girl’s body started to jerk and come back around.

Julie helped her get to her feet, the crowd cheered even though it was obvious that Christine was still mostly dazed and out of it. “Come on honey, I’ll tell them you forfeit the third fall okay?” Julie said to her.

“Third fall?” Christine asked, somewhat confused.

Julie smiled. “Yeah, you won the second fall. Linda was disqualified.”

“I won?” Christine was starting to put together what had happened.

“Do you want to forfeit the rest of the fight?” Julie asked kindly.

Christine looked in the ring to see her massive foe, pacing back and fore like a Lion brooding before its prey. “No, no, I’m going to win the third fall.” She said.

Julie smiled again. “You can’t be serious. Come on, let me stop the match, okay?” She put her arm around the battered blond, who had lost a lot of her shimmer now with the dirt of the shattered table and the broken plaster all over her.

“No, I want to finish the fight. I want to finish her!” Christine shouted, pushing the referee away from her.

Julie just shook her head again, and as soon as everybody was back in the ring she said. “Ring the bell for final fall.”

Driven by rage and pride, as soon as the bell rang Christine staggered foolishly out of her corner. I don’t know if she even had an attack planned but she was certainly an easy picking for a more than ready Linda Marris. “Don’t come out that corner, baby!” Linda said. “Don’t come out that corner… Alright, you asked for it.” My gorgeous blonde girlfriend never even saw Linda begin her side thrust kick. As the beautiful novice tried to work her way back to the center of the ring, the powerful kick caught her in the center of her incredible chest and sent her sexy body tumbling awkwardly toward the corner. Christine's upper back smashed into the top turnbuckle, violently shaking the entire ring.

Almost as soon as her back crashing into the turnbuckle Christine staggered forward again, either driven by anger or pride it was hard to say at this point. Perhaps she was simply so confused by the beating she had taken and didn’t know what she was doing. “Oh do you want more!” Linda questioned and as soon as Christine took two steps out, Linda smashed another side thrust kick. Once more, Christine's back collided hard into the turnbuckles, shaking the ring violently.

By this time Christine was coughing, choking and holding her chest as she stepped out of the corner. Again, it was a mistake. “Oh does the spoiled little rich girl still want more?” Linda said as she was now simply measuring the dazed little fool and hitting her at will. Linda’s legs were incredibly powerful and she was doing what she willed to my pretty girlfriend as well as driving my libido into an overload condition.

To the delight of the cheering fans Linda was pressing her advantage for all it was worth. “Has little Ms. Big tits had enough? … No?” The incredibly muscular veteran said as she leapt in the air and spinning around backward this time, labeled Christine with an expertly delivered a spinning kick to the temple. Christine's head spun on its axis due to the awesome impact that the powerful black woman could put behind the blow. The totally destroyed blonde fell face first, smashing once again into the corner. Kneeling now in the corner Christine shook her head. She had no idea where Linda was. Hell, she barely knew what town they were in. She could hear the thongs screaming insults and jeers mocking her and cheering for their champion to continue her assault. She could also hear the way Linda was still belittling her. “Come on you dumb ass, big titted, white bitch. If you want more get up.”

The crowd noise combined with the pounding in her head must have clouded her mind to the point where the one thing she was aware of for sure was that she had to get out of this corner. Christine pushed off the middle ropes in front of her and drove her body into a very unsteady standing position. Slowly she turned around trying to protect her dizzied head by holding her forearms up in defense. I almost felt sorry for her because from her perspective the room must have been spinning, and her vision was probably blurred at best, but as she stepped wearily forward I felt that huge bulge in my pants and knew that if she were completely destroyed I would finally complete my goal.

As Christine staggered out of the corner, “Come on, baby.” Linda said as she fell to a knee and fired a punch into Christine’s midsection, once again the dazed beauty pitched forward with a loud grunt.

“Oh does that hurt, baby?” Linda, cheered on by the bloodthirsty fans, rose and threw a haymaker uppercut. The powerful punch caught Christine under the chin. Christine’s long blonde hair sprayed out in a gentle arch as her head snapped backward her body falling into the ropes; the poor girl’s arms ended up draped over the top rope, as she was hanging her in the corner like a corpse, completely helpless and defenseless.

Linda stepped forward and took hold of Christine by the chin. The blonde in the corner looked so tiny compared to the massive Amazon now bent on totally destroying her. Pulling her head around by the chin, she straightened Christine’s head so that she was looking right in her eyes. You could tell by the way her mouth hung open and her eyes chased around the room that Christine, though conscious, was totally defenseless. “Let’s see, what do with the arrogant little white bitch now?” Linda said, her voice sounding like pure evil. “I know, let’s let the fans get a better look at you.” With that she drove her knee hard into Christine’s crotch. “Uggghhh!” Christine shouted and would have fallen to the canvas if not held up by the big black woman in front of her. Linda wedged her forearm up under Christine’s chin and pushed the girl’s head back, stretching her out in the corner of the ring. Then she unlaced Christine’s shorts.

Linda quickly stepped back as she heard and understood the warnings of Julie to let the girl out of the corner. Christine hardly moved, her head lulled to her chest and continued to hang in the corner. She made some vain attempt to grab the waste-band of her shorts; she clutched at the tight-fitted shimmering material. Linda stepped forward and slapped Christine’s face. As the young beauty’s attention was diverted, her hands covering her face, Linda yanked Christine’s shorts down to around her knees, revealing a white cotton thong pair of panties. She stepped back and pointed at the humiliated blond while the crowd cheered her madly.

While struggling to remain conscious in the corner, Christine could just barely realize what was going on. She reached down to pull her shorts back up, but was too weak and stumbled, falling to the mat, much to the delight of the fans at hand.

Linda dropped to a kneeling position in front of Christine and forced the girl’s blond head between her legs, locking her in a submissive position. Christine was totally helpless her head was locked between Linda’s powerful thighs; she was bent over and on her knees. Not to mention the fact that she had already been beaten to a state of semi-consciousness. Linda reached forward and grabbed the back of Christine’s white thong panties and pulled them toward her. Christine’s squeals were muffled by the way her head was locked between Linda’s legs, but you could tell by her twitching legs that the cotton material was hurting her in a very sensitive area.

As Christine struggled weakly to escape and Linda pulled harder, there were times that the stretched cotton exposed my girlfriend’s peaches. It wasn’t a good view, but I remember how incredible it was that this would be the way I would end up seeing her for the first time. The crowd was going more and more rapid as Christine’s degradation continued. I saw Linda look at Julie and knew what the look meant. The CWW was to be televised on a cable access network, and although exposed breasts and thong underwear were all but commonplace on the network. The CWW would not risk airing a match that exposed a woman’s sex. If Christine’s panties should break away, or Linda should expose too much of the sexy blond, there would be consequences. So, much to the dismay of everyone in attendance, myself included, Linda let her go.

Christine rolled to her side falling into a fetal position in the center of the ring. With her shorts still around her knees, she tried to massage away the newfound pain in her genitals. Making a big production of the entire process, Linda came up behind the writhing blond, took hold of her shorts and yanked them off Christine’s lovely body. When Linda flung the shorts out toward me in the audience the crowd became all but uncontrollable, trying to get hold of the discarded garment as a souvenir. I knew Linda was throwing the shorts to me, but I had no chance to get them in the melee’ that ensued.

Linda was far from finished; she pulled the demure blond to her feet by the wrist. Christine was stammering like she might fall at any moment, but she was clearly conscious. Linda spun her around, leading her by the wrist and tying her up with her own arm. Christine ended up with both arms crossed in front of her and her chin resting on her own elbows. Linda had a firm hold of her wrists, pulling them behind her neck, and now completely controlling the stammering blond with just one powerful hand. Then after Christine began to realize that escaping Linda’s grasp was all but hopeless her weak struggles faded and then stopped completely. It was at that moment that Linda reached around in front of her and pulled Christine’s bra-like top up and over her head. The crowd went nuts. Christine’s tits were exposed for all to see. I, along with ten thousand other people, was getting my first look at my girlfriend’s incredible breasts. Oh, her daddy’s money was well spent. Her tits were simply incredible. They were large round and perfect, with perfect perky pink nipples. The amazing thing was that you would think they were real, whoever did her work was a master; very natural looking.

The crowd cheered and chanted they too, loved what they were seeing. Christine squeezed her eyes closed in helpless submission. The sleeves of her shirt were still on, but the front of her costume was now stretched behind her neck. I sat and watched as Christine struggled tiredly to escape the hold she was locked in. I could not get over how beautiful yet helpless she looked. Her arms wrapped around in front of her neck and chin, forming the top portion of a frame that displayed her incredible chest. I watched her naked legs stammering uselessly, the sweat causing the light to glisten across her feminine musculature. Her creamy white kneepads and the thin white cotton thong, now soaked with sweat, were the only islands of contrast on her glistening tan skin. Linda was laughing at her. “I think the crowd likes what they see, sweetheart!” She said as she controlled Christine, showing her off to all sides of the audience.

I wasn’t sure how much pain Christine was in, but she never opened her eyes as she was being displayed. She squeezed them tightly shut. I noticed a tear escape her eye and run down her cheek. I had to assume it was a tear of humiliation, not pain. Because although she was being controlled and was helpless to escape, the hold she was held in looked more like a hold of control not submission.

Suddenly Christine’s eyes popped open and she let out a short burst of a painful cry. Linda, while still controlling her with her left hand, punched her with a powerful fist into her low back. “How do you like that, huh baby?” Linda asked and again Christine cried out as Linda slammed her fist hard into the lumbar area just above the waistline of Christine’s thong. “Feel good, baby?” Once more a shot to the low back and Christine called out, her breasts jiggling with the impact.

“You ain’t so damned cocky now, are you Sweetheart?” Linda asked as she drove her forth-straight fist into Christine’s back, eliciting the same cry of anguish from the sexy blonde. I saw my girlfriend break into tears as she fell to her knees grasping her lower back, arms finally freed from the controlling hold that she was locked in. Linda of course had taken her top, it too wound up a souvenir for some crazed fan.

With a handful of hair, Linda forced the nearly naked girl to her feet. Driving her muscular arm between Christine’s thighs she scooped the hapless girl up off the canvas. As Christine was carried around the ring her arm hung lifelessly toward the canvas. Linda was smiling and continuously chastising my girlfriend. “Oh yeah baby! Are you ready for this, huh rich girl? Well, here it comes!” The massive black bodybuilder dropped to a knee; at the same time she drove Christine downward with all her might. Christine crashed across Linda’s knee like a sacrifice. “Aaarrrrrgghhh!” She moaned, on the verge of tears again, as the big woman’s knee caught her not quite in the back and not quite in the side, contorting her lovely body as she was driven downward.

Linda dumped Christine’s now lifeless body off her knee and she rolled to a stop face down. Her mouth was hanging open as she shuddered in pain, one hand desperately trying to rub the pain from her lumbar area. Once more, the pretty blonde’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut in an effort to hold back the tears; she coughed silent coughs as the unsympathetic crowd cheered her destruction.

Christine’s sweaty nearly naked body was ripped from the canvas again; Linda took her wrist and yanked her arm up over her head. She forced the helpless girl into suplex position. The blond bombshell was like a rag doll for Linda to play with. She provided no resistance as Linda lifted her high in the air. The muscle-bound Amazon held her blond prey aloft for a moment then crashed her down forward onto the top turnbuckle. Christine cried as her crotch stuck the unforgiving top cable that held the turnbuckle. She was now perched like a sadly beaten gargoyle at the corner of the ring. She didn’t remain there long. Linda climbed up and ripping her arm up again she forced Christine into suplex position. … this time from the top turnbuckle.

“No … no … please …” I could barely hear Christine plea to Linda’s deaf ears.

“Come on Sista! Let’s see how you like the way the big girls play huh?” Linda’s voice dripped with anger and hatred as she snap-suplexed the battered Christine from the top rope to the center of the ring. Her body flew amazingly fast from her perch to the ring below as Linda flung her with such speed that they both bounced as their bodies crashed to the canvas. Once again the crowd roared its approval. “Aaaahhhheeeeee!” Christine’s shrill cry was even louder than the crowd and echoed though the building. She rolled halfway to her side and arched backward rubbing her back with her left arm.

“How do you like that, baby!” Linda shouted down at her completely defeated opponent. She splashed her massive frame with a smack onto Christine’s nearly naked, sweaty body. She put one giant black hand over Christine’s face and held her down.

“One … Two …” Julie would get no further before Linda wrapped her hand into a pile of sweaty blond hair and yank Christine’s head and shoulders off the mat.

Linda popped to her feet and asked the now nearly rapid crowd, whose frenzy was growing out of control, a question that she already knew the answer to. “Do you wanna see more!” She shouted. To which, of course, she got the reply she expected.

Dragging Christine by the hair, forcing her to crawl along behind her. “Do you think she deserves more?” Once again the crowd responded in kind.

At this point Christine was completely defenseless. There was no way she could in anyway fight back; she was lucky if she could crawl fast enough to keep up with Linda dragging her across the ring. It was obvious that Linda wanted to make the statement that she was not pleased with their last encounter and she wasn’t about to let the pretty blond off easy for it. She forced Christine to her feet and doubled the girl over with a quick punch to the gut. She then bent over and wrapped her arms around Christine’s midsection. Squeezing hard she lifted upward, effectively inverting her battered foe, and putting her into pile drive position.

I could just hear Christine’s barely audible cries. “N… no …. p … p… please … no.” She was too weak and beaten to really fight back. The most she could muster was to wave feebly with one fist at the air. Christine’s large tits were bouncing as she was paraded upside-down. The crowd went nuts, and Linda egged them on. “Should I do it?” She would shout. “Should I give it to her?” At this point the crowd was so uncontrollably rapid they would have cheered even if Linda were to kill the poor girl.

As that massive black bodybuilder continued to squeeze the life from my inverted girlfriend, her face turning redder, for the first time I felt sorry for her. She had been beaten well past the point where she could be easily pinned; she had been stripped to next to nothing, humiliated, and was about to be driven headfirst through the canvas by a woman damn near twice her size. I felt a twinge of regret. I was the one doing this to her. I had set her up to think she was more than she really was … and for what? … to get her in the sack? It was wrong, and I knew it.

All the same, I had started this thing and now Linda was going to finish it. She squeezed the remaining air out of poor Christine, set herself, and then absolutely drove Christine downward. My poor girlfriend was driven so hard into the mat; she bounced nearly a foot in the air before her body fell over, crashing face down on the canvas.

The crowd came to its feet yet again chanting. “Holy Shit! … Holy Shit! … Holy Shit! … Holy Shit! …” Christine finally came to rest face down and probably out cold. Her head was still between her powerful foe’s knees. Linda knelt above her with her arms raised in undoubted victory. I can remember feeling relieved when I saw Christine move; her leg twitched slightly and one hand ever so slowly moved toward her head, as if some instinct told her to grab her neck, but she had forgotten the exact location of that body part. I watched stupidly from my chair as beads of sweat collected on her perfect round ass, then each one would run down her cheek to drip off to the canvas or possibly to be absorbed into her already soaked thong. I hadn’t expected Christine’s devastation to be this complete or this difficult to watch. Certainly, I was the only one among the screaming and cheering throngs to feel a shred of regret. Everyone in the building seemed to be cheering or chanting their champion’s name.

Taking her by the arm Linda unceremoniously dumped Christine over onto her back. She climbed over Christine’s body to sit straddling her and pressed her down to the canvas with each hands smashing down on one of the girl’s tremendous breasts. Christine, still modest, moaned softly at the groping of her incredible chest, but she was simply too beaten to do anything but lie there, barely moving.

Julie when to her knee and leaned down to slap the mat. “One! …” She shouted. “Two! …” She slapped the mat again. “Only two! …” She said. I had heard her say it before I realized what I was witnessing. Linda pulled Christine’s upper body off the mat by the tits. The crowd went berserk as Christine’s limp, sweaty body was hauled off the mat one more time. How much more punishment could Christine’s incredible body withstand?

“I’m not through with her yet!” Announced Linda to her ecstatic fans.

Linda pulled Christine all the way into a seated position. “I think ‘The Humiliator’ should submit to me! … What do you think!” The crowd of course gave her all the excuse she needed to continue her total annihilation of my girlfriend’s remains.

The massive black woman slapped Christine in the face a few times until the girl started to moan, bringing her to a state that Linda decided was conscious enough. Then she dragged the debilitated blond off the canvas by the arm and slid her shoulders up underneath her. Lifting Christine up like she was nothing, she held her across her shoulders in a backbreaker position. The big black woman had to adjust her several times to get positioned just right, Christine’s near-naked body was so slippery she almost fell off a few times. Linda, however, was simply too strong to drop the defenseless girl, and instead started bending her in half.

Christine cried out in pain. “Aaaahhhh! … Please! …”

“Yeah, I know it hurts.” Linda mocked the newly conscious girl. “Do you submit to me?” Linda had one hand across Christine’s chin the other grasped her leg just above the knee, together they drove downward, bending Christine awkwardly across her back.

“Ahh … nmmph … ouh!…” Christine moaned as Linda increased the pressure on her back.

“Give it up, Baby! You’ve had it! Submit to me! Tell me you’ll be my slave!” Linda pulled down for all she was worth you could see her huge muscles straining, her veins looked like a roadmap across her chest and arms.

Christine was in near hysterical pain. “Nmph … N … No please … Never!” Wailed the pain stricken blonde.

Linda dropped to one knee, bouncing Christine on her shoulders. Christine wailed again, as Linda asked, “Do you mean ‘No, I give up’ or do you mean ‘No I don’t give up’?”

“Aaaahhhh … Please … pleas… no no. … Never!” Christine was nearly bent in half. The crowd cheered the brutality, but I had to drop my head into my hands.

Linda, however, had no intentions of stopping. She bounced up and down driving Christine’s leg and chin downward with each bounce. Each time bending my debilitated girlfriend further and further.

“Aahhh! … Aahhh! … Aahhh! … Aahhh!” Christine cried out louder and louder each time that Linda bounced her. I thought that Linda might actually cripple her if she didn’t do what she wanted. Finally, I heard Christine whisper, “I submit! … You win! … I give! … I submit!”

“What I didn’t hear you!” Linda shouted back, continuing to bounce the defeated blonde across her shoulders.

Christine threw away her pride and was screaming her plea to be released. “I submit! … I give up! … I will be your slave! … I give! … I submit! … You win! …. I will do anything you want! … Please let me go!” Christine screamed with tears pouring down her red face.

“What was that honey? … I didn’t hear you? … What did you say?” As Linda, again dropped to her knee and popped back up, putting tremendous strain on Christine’s lower back.

“I … I … sub … submit.” Christine forced it out through shudders of pain.

Once more Linda dropped to her knee and popped back up, I thought Christine’s back might actually break under the strain. “Say you are my slave. Say you are a useless white bitch.”

Christine was hard to understand now she was mostly balling, tears streamed down her face. “Pl … Please … Linda, anything … please … I’m your slave … I’m a useless white bitch … I’m your slave … I’m your slave… You win… I submit to you…” The poor girl passed out sometime about then.

Linda’s smile returned as she dumped Christine off her shoulders like a sweaty corpse. Her body had not even come to rest on the mat when the crowd gave Linda a standing ovation. It was an ovation that Christine never heard. She was totally out. She never felt Linda standing with her foot on her sweaty ass posing in a front double bicep pose for the crowd.

“The winner of the match and STILL CWW CHAMPION!!! …. LINDA MARRIS!!!”

Linda left the ring that night to a standing ovation. Christine would end up being loaded onto a stretcher and carried back to the doctor’s office in the back of the locker room. I waited outside the door of the locker room until the arena had completely cleared. The entire building was dark when Doctor Johnson finally came out of the locker room.

“Doc?” I said, racing up to him. “Is she alright? … Can I see her?” The concern in my voice surprised even me. I never knew how much I really did care for her.

Doctor Johnson could sense my concern and put his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry Jim.” He said. “Christine took an awful beating. She has some internal damage. I’m afraid she will have to see a chiropractor for a while. But, is she gets enough strict bed-rest she should end up okay.”

“Thanks, doc. Can I see her?”

”Yeah, as a matter of fact she’s been asking for you. Just head right on in there, everyone’s gone for the night.” Doctor Johnson headed out into the darkness of the arena and I entered the locker room.

The doctor’s office was a large section in the back of the locker room. It had walls and a door separating it from the rest of the locker room. Through the windows to the office I could see Christine lying on the bed against the back wall. She looked so peaceful lying there, wearing a hospital gown. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had anything else on. I suspected no.

As I started heading toward the door to the doctor’s office suddenly the locker room was flooded with light from the door at the other end opening. Knowing that I probably shouldn’t be there I quickly hid behind a locker. “I my god, its Linda!” I thought as I cowered behind the locker. She came back to the locker room. “Did she forget something?” I wondered. Linda was dressed in a black leather dress and a pair of knee-high black boots. She looked like a cross between Arnold Schwartzenegger, Mad Max, and a reject from the American Gladiators. Her huge muscles, although impressive, did nothing but add to the extreme lack of femininity that she already displayed.

I almost shit my pants when she walked into the doctor’s office. Linda was standing right over Christine, she didn’t even see the massive woman standing over her. Suddenly, Linda put her hand over the resting blonde’s mouth; Christine’s eyes popped open. I could tell Linda was saying something to her, but I couldn’t hear, so I raced up to get a better view. As I repositioned myself I couldn’t help but see the fear in Christine’s eyes. Then I saw the fear someplace else. Neither Linda nor I could help but notice the front of Christine’s gown started to discolor. Poor Christine pissed herself in fear.

“You filthy little white pig.” I was now in a position where I could clearly hear what the two women were saying to each other. “If I recall correctly somebody around here promised to be my slave.” Linda scowled at Christine, whose only response came in muffled grunts as Linda’s hand still covered her mouth.

“Get up, bitch.” Linda commanded.

Christine feebly worked her way to a standing position. It was obvious she was still aching from the beating she took at the hands of the woman who was now alone with her in the doctor’s office.

“Please Linda, haven’t you proven yo….” Linda’s backhand shut Christine up and sent the poor girl spinning to the floor with a smack. I saw Linda reach down and pull Christine to a kneeling position; a trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth. She stripped Christine of her gown, shredding the thin material as she tore it from the girl’s body. I was right. She was naked underneath.

Linda pulled up her own dress, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. With her dress up around her waiste she commanded Christine. “Eat me out bitch.” Christine did nothing; she was merely cowering naked at the big woman’s feet. So Linda repeated herself a little louder this time. “I said, lick my cunt, slave!” Again Christine didn’t move. Only a lone tear streaming down her face responded to the direct command given to her. Linda took a handful of blond hair and yanked the naked girl’s head back. “You will lick my pussy, and you will do it now!” I wasn’t sure if Christine started crying because of the pain of having her head wrenched to the side or from the humiliation of knowing there was no way she was going to get out of licking this massive woman’s genitals. The belittled blond had no choice but to stick her tongue out and lick the big black hairy bush that was forced in front of her. Almost instinctively she pulled her tongue back as soon as it touched some of Linda’s pubic hair.

”I said lick me!” Linda shouted and tagged Christine with another backhand that sent the naked beauty sprawling to the floor. “It’s about time you learn how to be a slave, bitch.” Linda said taking another handful of blond hair and yanking Christine off the floor. The body of the sexy blonde was jerked around like she was a rag doll, and then my girlfriend’s face was jammed hard into Linda’s hairy black crotch. “Now lick!” She commanded.

“Mmmpphhfff” Christine’s muffled cries of protest were barely audible as Linda held the girl’s face buried in her crotch. Christine could do little more than wave her arms weakly, Linda was not letting up until Christine acted as her slave. Ever so slowly her protests died down as she submitted to her capture and began to try to please Linda.

“That’s it my little puppy, lick me like the dog you are.” Linda’s arms were flexed, as she seemed to try to force Christine’s entire head inside her. She must have gotten better at it, because pretty soon Linda started gyrating her hips and moaning. “That’s better, keep licking baby. … Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Then after a few minutes the big black bitch closed her eyes and raised her head up. “Yeah, baby that’s it. Lick you dog, lick me out!” A few more moments went by and Linda shuddered. “Oh! … Oh yeah! … That’s it! … Ahhh!” Linda must have came because she let go of the back of Christine’s head and allowed the girl to fall to the floor. I saw Christine curl into a fetal position; her face was scratched from Linda’s rough pubic hair and covered in Linda’s cum. She was balling softly and completely humiliated.

“Oh stop your crying, bitch.” Linda said to her. “Let me tell you how things are going to be from now on.” She grabbed Christine by the hair and ripped the naked girl off the floor once more. “From now on, when ever I want you to lick me, you will lick me. If I want you to eat my pussy you will do it. From now on you are my slave. … Do you understand me, bitch?”

Christine said nothing, she was crying uncontrollably as she hung by her hair from the powerful black woman’s grip. “Do you understand me, bitch?” Linda said again, shaking the poor girl who was kneeling before her.

For an instant I thought about saving her. I mean hadn’t she had enough? I came out from behind the locker and was taking a direct path toward the doctor’s office door.

But then Linda looked up and made eye contact with me. I stopped in my tracks. Surely she would tell Christine that it was me who set her up. And even if I didn’t mean for it to go this far, I was involved. There would be no way I could lie with Linda right there. … at least, not completely. I hid like a coward back behind the lockers.

From behind the lockers, I watched Linda. She was looking right at me, smiling peeling off a long pieces of wide medical tape, and sticking them to the table. Then as if she were performing for just me, she grabbed Christine under the chin with one hand and with the other hand on the top of her blond head she pulled my suffering girlfriend off the floor. Linda posed in my direction with her face next to the tearful face of Christine. The poor girl’s large breasts were jiggling extraordinarily as she was manipulated for an audience of one.

Linda then threw the once confident blond face down on the table in the back of the office. She quickly taped Christine’s writs to the table legs. “No … no …. God … please no…” Christine begged as Linda taped her ankles to the other legs of the table. I felt terrible for her. She was bound and helpless, but then it got worse. Linda tore off a piece of thick tape and put it over Christine’s eyes, blinding her. I thought that I should do something for her, but I couldn’t. She laid the side of her head down on the table in complete submission. Looking at the shape of her ass and legs, and the way her huge tits splayed out to her sides under her bound arms, and then listing to her softly crying, I’m ashamed to say I was so turned on that I was afraid to touch my penis as I might shoot a load right there in my pants.

Linda smiled and waved at me to come out of my hiding spot. Even though I knew Christine’s eyes were taped shut, and there was no way she’d see me, I remained hidden. I think I was hiding from myself more than anyone else. Linda looked at me and smiled. She smacked Christine on the ass with an open palm and laughed out loud. The tied down, blinded blond could only shudder in response. Again and again Linda slapped Christine’s perfect athletic ass. I think she liked the way it jiggled just enough to be erotic, but not so much as where you could be unsure of its firmness.

Then Linda reached into her purse and pulled out the biggest black strap-on dildo I’d ever seen. She put it on, smiled at me and turned her attention back to my girlfriend. She rubbed her big dark hand all over Christine’s ass and lower back then said, “Here it comes, Sweetie.” And drove the head of the big dildo into Christine. The poor girl screamed and howled as she was violated deeper and deeper. Linda thrust her huge dildo in and out, slapping Christine on the side of the ass.

“No … No … Please …. No-oh … oh … oh …” Christine sounded like a small child stepping on a sharp stone barefoot each time the vile object was driven deeper inside her.

Finally after several minutes of being raped by the massive black woman with a strap on dildo, Christine’s body rebelled against her. She shuddered and fell silent, head lying on the table. Christine had an involuntarily orgasm.

Linda pulled the dildo out of my girlfriend; she wiped a drop of juice off it with the tip of her finger. Then staring deliberately at me she licked her finger clean. I thought it was over, but for the umpteenth time that day, I was wrong. With one hand Linda spread Christine’s ass cheeks, with the other hand she guided the head of the big dildo into the poor girl’s anus. Then with a powerful thrust of her hips she drove the dildo up Christine’s ass. The battered blonde threw her head back and howled. “Ooooowwwwwhhhhh!” She shouted.

Linda took hold of the bound girl’s hair and pulled her head back even further. Holding the sweaty blond hair like a bareback rider holds a main she rode my poor girlfriend until her ass bled. She pounded Christine’s ass until they were both sweaty. Then she stopped.

The massively developed body builder just decided to stop. She looked at me, smiled, took the dildo off and rinsed it in the sink. She slipped the dildo back in her purse and started to leave. As if she had forgotten something she turned back to Christine, lifted her head up by the hair and said, “I can’t wait to see you again, sista.” Then she dropped Christine’s exhausted head back down on the table and left. She walked right past me and left the locker room from the door she came in.

For a few minutes I just stood there looking at Christine. I could hear her crying softly. Even tied up, sweaty, beaten and bleeding, she was still an awesome sight. Her athletic body was beaten and covered in splotches of color, but the chubby in pants told me all I needed to know about how hot she still looked. I slowly entered the doctor’s office. Taking a sharp surgical type knife from the chest on the counter, I carefully cut the tape off Christine’s ankles. When I did the same to the tape on her wrists, she fell into my arms and I fell to the floor, holding her, she was curled up in a fetal position. I knelt next to her, her curled body shivering in fear. Ever so gently I pulled the tape from her eyes.

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light again, but when they did and she recognized me, she threw her arms around me, and cried softly. After a few moments, she started kissing me, first lightly then more and more. Before I knew what happened we were rolling around on the office floor. I had to be so gentle not to hurt her, but we had sex for the first time in the seven years we had been together. I couldn’t believe it, after all that had happened, she seduced me on the doctor’s office floor.

That’s when I heard a noise. I thought it might be Linda coming back. Quickly I helped Christine to her feet, and checked to see if I could see anyone. I turned back around and Christine had the scalpel and was holding it to her stomach. I looked at her with nothing but confusion in my eyes, but I didn’t know what to do. She drove the blade into her belly, then into her chest, blood was squirting everywhere and she drove it once more into her neck before I could take it away from her.

I watched my beautiful girlfriend, who was so healthy, so strong, I watched as the color ran out of her face. Blood was spraying everywhere, all over me, all over her. She became weak and started to fall. I caught her, but it didn’t matter; she was losing too much blood. Christine died in my arms.

“That’s when Doctor Johnson walked in?” My lawyer Ted Davidson interrupted my story to ask that question.

“Yeah Ted. That’s what happened. I tried to explain to Dr. Johnson but he didn’t listen to a word I said. He ran off screaming for the police.” I explained.

“Well can you blame him? He walks into his office and sees you holding a bloody scalpel and a girl who has just bled to death, what would you think?” Ted asked me.

Nodding my head, I agreed with my lawyer. “Yeah, I know. So I dropped the scalpel and ran. It was stupid, but I was so afraid and confused.”

“That wasn’t the right thing to do.” He said.

I thought about it for a minute. “Look, Ted.” I said, “I know how it looks! But I didn’t kill her! You gotta believe me!”

“I know Jimbo.” Ted tried to sound encouraging. I smiled weakly. “But we’ve got a lot of problems pal.” He continued. “First of all Doctor Johnson saw Christine alive. He saw you enter the locker room. He comes back later and finds you holding her, dead. Not to mention you were also holding the bloody murder weapon…”

”Suicide weapon.” I interrupted.

”… The bloody … weapon. Plus, you were covered in her blood, there are all kinds of signs of a struggle, your semen is found inside her and she had clearly been brutally raped during the time between when Dr Johnson left and the time when her returned. …”

“Ted, I told you what happened!” I interrupted again.

Ted raised his hand as if to say ‘I know’, then continued. “Then there’s the problem that you’ve been talking about getting Christine in the sack for years now. … It looks like … man there’s no easy way to say this … Jim, it looks like you raped and killed her. … Man, it doesn’t look good.”

“What about Linda Marris?” I asked.

”Linda has tons of witnesses that say she left right after the match. There is nobody who can back up your story that she ever came back to the locker room that night.” Ted explained.

I was looking for any kind of hope. “Is there anything we can do?”

“Yeah, pray. Unless I plea-bargain, you are going to do ten to twenty for murder/rape. So as your lawyer, I suggest we take the state’s plea bargain. You’ll be out in less than five years.”

I don’t remember much of what Ted said after that. Something about there’s always a chance for a miracle, but I knew it was hopeless. That night I sat in my cell pondering what had happened to me. And wondering why Christine did it. I mean if she couldn’t live with the humiliation of what Linda did to her, if she thought that Linda would never stop torturing her, if she wanted to commit suicide, why that way? I’ve always heard that real suicide is a private act, but Christine did it almost in my arms? But then I started to realize… She wanted me to go down for her murder. She must have known I set her up and so she set me up too. It was her only solution. The only way she could end her shame forever and get back at me at the same time. I finally understood that Christine was simply killing two birds with one scalpel; ending her own life, and mine as well. I lay awake in my cell thinking about it all night.

Man, all I ever wanted was to fuck Christine… Looks like in the end she fucked me as well.