Vixen versus Raven - Grudge Match
by
hamish1024 (email: hamish1024@yahoo.com)

Tonight’s fixture was going to be a grudge match in the fullest sense. Raven and Vixen absolutely despised each other; their wrestling league had seen fierce fighting between them over the past few weeks. The voluptuous, dark-haired Raven has scored a couple of victories over her rival by smothering her with her luscious, Latin ass. In reply, Vixen had viciously dominated their last match; the petite, redheaded minx had strangled and tortured her larger adversary in brutal, sadistic fashion. It had taken Raven some time to recover from her horrible ordeal, but when she did she was hungry for revenge.

The previous week, Raven had appeared at the wrestling arena to berate Vixen in front of the fans.
“I’m the better wrestler!” the big, busty brunette had yelled into the microphone. “Vixen cheated! She’s not going to get away with stunts like that. I can’t believe she had the nerve to write on me, that took hours to clean off! Well, if that bitch wants war, she can have it. I want to settle this with a full-on grudge match. Any conditions, I don’t care. I just want another shot at her. Unless she’s too scared? Come on, any time, any match type, I will beat her skinny ass!”

At the end of the evening, Vixen had appeared to counter these insults.
“Well, it seems like Raven’s very angry at the moment” the flame-haired girl announced, mockingly. “If she’s desperate for a grudge match, I’m sure we can arrange one. I did enjoy humiliating her in our last match. She looked utterly pathetic, didn’t she? I’m more than happy to make her my stupid, fat bitch all over again. There’s just one problem: I’ve tortured you so much, it might start to get boring! If I’m going to waste my time with you again, we’ll have to make sure there’s a nice, cruel forfeit, waiting for you at the end. See you next week!” Vixen impishly blew a kiss to the fans and returned to backstage.

With the fires of conflict sufficiently stoked, the wrestling league worked hard to meet the high level of anticipation. This women’s wrestling outfit was always keen to harness the energy of angry females, and their provisions for tonight’s grudge match were ingeniously evil. Instead of ropes, the ring would be surrounded by the walls of the steel cage. The girls would be locked inside the metal enclosure until one of them had triumphed. There would be no referee, no-holds barred, and no victory by the usual pinfall or submission. Instead, the winning girl would be decided in a gloriously wicked fashion. Against one wall of the cage there stood a sturdy wooden chair, with leather buckles attached to the arms and legs for securing a girl’s wrists and ankles. When one girl was in the bondage seat, with all four limbs strapped down, she would be deemed the loser and the match would be over.

However, the loser’s forfeit would only be beginning. Directly above the bondage chair, a large Perspex tank was mounted to the cage wall. It was filled with gallons and gallons of a sticky black tar substance. A red lever controlled this vat, and when the winning girl pulled it, the nasty black gunge would pour out onto the unfortunate loser below. When the girl strapped to the wooden seat had been thoroughly ‘tarred’, she would then be ‘feathered’, with the contents of a blue plastic bucket at ringside, full to the brim with white down. The fans were incredibly exited when they heard the terms of this special, one-off match. A lawless cage fight between Raven and Vixen would have been brutal on its own. Adding in a bondage chair, as well as a tar-and-feather forfeit, meant the battle would be epic. One of these bitter rivals was going to suffer a cruel and unusual punishment at the hands of her enemy. It would be one of the worst humiliations
in the wrestling league’s history.

It was incredible to think that both girls had agreed to the harsh terms of this fight; it was a sign of just how much they hated each other. Raven had announced that she would fight any kind of match, so she couldn’t back down. Vixen, meanwhile, had shown she had a dark, sadistic side, and was probably looking forward to a no-holds barred environment. Both wrestlers fully expected to win, and the extreme forfeit would make it decisive. Their feud was coming to a dramatic height. Tonight’s audience could hardly believe it, but the ring announcer cried out it confirmation:
“Now, the final match. A special grudge match. A no disqualification, tar-and-feather cage match… Vixen versus Raven!”

First to enter the cage was Raven. She was fairly tall, at 5’10’’, and also had a heavy, powerful figure. Broad and muscular, she could match anyone in terms of sheer strength. With this came thick, sexy curves: a huge pair of breasts, and a wonderfully round, generous ass. Her good looks were distinctively Latin, with wavy dark hair, shining brown eyes, and smooth olive skin. Her voluptuous body was covered only by a skimpy black two-piece bikini, and black wrestling boots. She excelled at impressive throws and slams, as well as nasty, crushing smothers. Less upbeat than usual, she gave a curt wave to the crowd as she stepped though the cage door. She glanced briefly at the wooden punishment chair, then clenched her fists, awaiting her enemy.

Vixen followed soon after. In visual contrast to her dark, buxom opponent, Vixen’s body was pink and slender. She was only 5’6’’, but what she lacked in size and strength she made up in speed and agility. Her long red hair caught the eye, beautifully straight, glossy, and well-groomed. She was incredibly pretty, with elegant facial features and enticing green eyes. Her outfit was a revealing, scarlet-coloured two piece, displaying her pert cleavage and cute little behind, and her long, supple legs were adorned with black leather boots. She looked stunning, and she knew it, grinning and waving at the audience. She hopped nimbly into the cage, and turned to face her foe.

The match official slammed the cage door shut, and locked it from the outside. The girls would be alone in the cage, with no referee to interfere in their fight. The bell rang to signal the start of this contest. It would not sound again until one of them was tied up, however long and brutal that process might be. The two wrestlers stood in their corners, glaring darkly at one another, both seething with hatred. Their bodies tensed, then suddenly they both sprang at each other. They collided in the centre of the ring, arms outstretched, angry, fierce and determined.

The fighters struggled and tore at each other in uncontrolled fury. In these first few unfocused, frenzied moments, Vixen got the upper hand. Her quick, slender hands latched onto Raven’s long dark hair. Vixen yanked the brunette from side to side, causing sharp pain in her scalp. Raven staggered and wailed, but Vixen had two thick handfuls of her hair and couldn’t be dislodged. Struggling to overcome the initial pain, Raven managed to wrap her muscular arms around Vixen’s body. The olive-skinned girl placed her foot behind her opponent’s leg, then drove her hip forwards into Vixen’s soft belly. The smaller girl lost her balance and toppled backwards. Raven fell down on top of her, hip bone smashing into Vixen’s gut. There was a crash as the redhead was slammed down, Raven’s full weight squashing her against the mat. The impact caused Vixen to lose her hairpull hold, and she was now trapped on her back, underneath her larger foe.

Lying across Vixen’s body, Raven kept her rival pinned to the canvas. With her left hand, Raven pressed down on Vixen’s windpipe, choking her. The floored girl began to struggle, but she couldn’t dislodge her enemy’s heavy weight. Her green eyes widened as the choke took hold, and she emitted a strangled cough. Raven was delighted to see her rival suffering so early in the fight. The brunette’s right hand was still free, so she reached down Vixen’s body and grabbed hold of her leg. At the same time, she shifted her knee, pressing it down on Vixen’s thigh. Raven slipped her hand underneath the other girl’s smooth calf, and pulled upwards. The lower half of Vixen’s leg began to move up off the mat, but the upper half was kept pinned beneath Raven’s weight. This put pressure on Vixen’s knee, bending it the wrong way. Pain soon flooded the redhead’s leg as the joint was stressed. Her limb twisted awkwardly, Vixen would have cried out
in agony, but her throat was still crushed under Raven’s left hand. Instead, she gargled weakly.

Pressed against the floor, pain at one end of her body, throttled at the other, Vixen knew she had to fight back quickly. Gathering her strength, she heavily jerked her body to the side, attempting to roll out from under Raven. The move was partially successful. Twisting violently to the side, Vixen managed to turn onto her front, breaking the choke hold on her neck. Raven was unbalanced and fell away, but she managed to keep hold of Vixen’s lower leg. The redhead lay facedown, gasping in relief. Meanwhile, Raven clambered to her feet, still gripping Vixen’s black boot. The larger girl stood over her prone opponent, holding her leg up in the air. Vixen was face down, and in no position to effectively counter Raven’s next move. Gripping Vixen’s ankle, the brunette yanked the other girl’s leg high into the air, lifting most of her slender body up off the mat. Then Raven threw the leg downwards, driving it heavily into the canvas. Vixen’s knee
smashed into the ground with jarring force, piling more pain into her already wounded leg. The flame-haired girl squealed, and her body convulsed.

Raven reached down to continue her assault, but Vixen quickly rolled out of the way. The petite girl scrambled to her feet, but found herself leaning against the cage wall, leg aching, trying desperately to recover. Unfortunately for her, Raven was on her in an instant. The bigger girl grabbed her struggling opponent and slammed her bodily against the steel wall of the cage. She kept her pinned to the metal mesh, and placed her right forearm across Vixen’s throat. Raven then pushed forwards heavily. The voluptuous girl’s considerable strength pressed into Vixen, squashing her against the cold metal cage. At the same time, the redhead’s vulnerable throat was crushed flat by Raven’s muscular arm. Vixen winced as she was choked yet again. She tried to push against her rival’s body, but she was trapped and hopelessly overpowered. It looked as though the ginger-haired beauty was in serious trouble, outmuscled and robbed of air. Raven saw the fear in
her enemy’s eyes, and smiled in grim satisfaction. The larger girl kept pushing, firm and relentless.

Suddenly, Raven cried out in pain. Vixen had brought her knee up sharply between her adversary’s legs. It had been an act of desperation, but it was effective. Raven released her hold to clutch at her crotch. With Raven’s grip loosened, Vixen was able to step to one side, slipping out from her enemy’s grasp. The brunette was still reeling from the unexpected crotch blow. Vixen grabbed the back of Raven’s head, then sent her straight into the cage wall in front of her face. The steel frame shook from the impact. Raven grunted in pain as her features were slammed heavily into the hard metal. Some of the fans winced at the sight of the brutal head blow. The buxom babe’s dark eyes momentarily lost focus; her head was swimming from the heavy impact. Raven’s defences were down, so Vixen capitalised by smashing her helpless opponent into the cage for a second time. Raven groaned, louder this time, as her face was jammed into the black mesh.

Head throbbing with pain, Raven slowly came to. Her face was still squashed against the cage, and she could feel Vixen standing at her back. She tried to push out at her enemy, but found that she couldn’t. Vixen had wrapped her right arm around Raven, then threaded her slender limb through the metal grid. This gave Vixen an incredibly firm hold over the other girl. Raven tried to push Vixen away, but her arms were pinned against her sides, and she couldn’t break the redhead’s grip on the cage. Raven was now sandwiched between her opponent and the steel wall, their sweaty upright bodies pressed together. She could feel Vixen’s hot breath right at the back of her neck, but she was powerless to resist. Raven cried out in frustration, struggling with all her might, but Vixen’s hold on the cage enabled the smaller girl to contain the wriggling brunette. “Going somewhere?” the flame-haired girl teased.

Squashed up against the cage wall, Raven wasn’t in any serious physical pain, though the metal bars were digging into her fleshy breasts and unpleasantly distorting their shape. However, with Vixen able to hold her foe firmly with her right arm, her left hand was free to cause mischief on Raven’s body. The redhead’s free arm slid downwards, fingers moving over Raven’s ample ass, before finding their way down between her legs. Raven bucked and whimpered unhappily, but she was trapped and there was nothing she could do. Vixen’s fingers started to explore Raven’s crotch, pushing against the black fabric of her panties with evil intent. Vixen managed to get hold of Raven’s pussy flesh between her thumb and forefinger, and began viciously pinching the sensitive skin. Raven screeched, quivering in pain.
“Ahh! God, no! Stop it!” she gasped.
“I’ll rip you to shreds, bitch!” Vixen hissed maliciously over her shoulder.
The sadistic redhead crushed the mound of flesh between her fingers, squeezing it as hard as she could through the thin black thong. Vixen’s sharp nails sank into her rival’s crotch. Poor Raven was in absolute agony. Vixen gleefully pinched, twisted, and generally abused her enemy’s womanhood for several long, terrible moments, her victim forced to stand there and take it.

Raven shuddered helplessly as her privates were violated and mauled from behind by her catty enemy. Her crotch felt like it was on fire, and her eyes watered. Two fears preyed on her mind: the threat of suffering permanent damage, and the threat of passing out through sheer pain. Trapped and scared, she writhed and bucked against her tormentor’s body like never before. She shoved and pushed as hard as she could, digging deep into her reserves of strength. To her horror, Vixen held firm, and her torture continued.

However, Raven’s continued struggles were stressing Vixen’s right arm. It was aching terribly with the strain of keeping the larger girl pinned to the cage. Eventually, Vixen realised she would have to release the hold. She let go of Raven’s crotch, sank both her hands into Raven’s black hair, and roughly yanked the brunette backwards. Raven fell clumsily to the floor. Vixen saw that Raven was badly wounded, and grinned as an evil thought stuck her. Vixen turned to the cage wall and began nimbly climbing up the metal grid. The agile redhead climbed 6’ up the cage wall, then turned to look down on her opponent. Raven had gotten to her knees, but was still clutching her pussy and wincing in pain. She slowly staggered to her feet, but had her back to Vixen, and couldn’t see what the redhead was planning.

Vixen tensed her slender body, then sprang out from the cage wall. The scarlet-clad girl flew through the air, twisting her body and extending her legs. Her flying kick smashed into Raven like a missile, her black boots crashing into the back of the brunette’s head. The dramatic impact pitched Raven violently forwards, throwing her big body though the air. She sailed forwards, almost reaching the other side of the cage before smashing face-first onto the canvas with a loud thud. The crowd roared at seeing such a dramatic move. Vixen landed gracefully, rolling out of the move and springing to her feet. Meanwhile, her opponent was slumped on the floor, seeing stars and in serious trouble.

Raven was left sprawled on her front, groaning in pain, her head not far from the bondage chair. Seeing an opportunity, Vixen’s eyes lit up. She dashed forwards and knelt down on the larger girl’s shoulders, pinning her to the mat. She grabbed Raven’s left arm and pulled it out in front of her; the limb just reached the base of the bondage chair. The prone girl was still too dazed to offer meaningful resistance. Vixen’s deft fingers worked quickly, placing Raven’s hand against the leg of the chair where the right ankle restraint was located. The redhead slipped Raven’s left wrist inside the leather loop, then tightly fastened the buckle.

Recovering her senses, Raven began to stir, and instinctively moved to counter the weight on her shoulders. With alarm, she realised her left arm was trapped, rendered useless by the leather strap encircling her wrist. Vixen was tying her to the punishment chair! The smaller girl then grabbed hold of Raven’s right arm. Strapping Raven’s wrists to the base of the chair wouldn’t immediately count as a win; it wasn’t the correct position, and she’d still have her legs free. However, it would effectively end the contest, as Vixen would be free to torture and destroy the trapped girl at her leisure. The redhead pulled Raven’s right hand up towards the left ankle restraint. Appalled at what was happening, the brunette rallied her strength and pulled her wrist free of Vixen’s grasp. She then tucked her right hand under her belly, protecting it from her opponent.
“Come on, Raven, give me your other hand!”
Vixen tugged at Raven’s arm, itching to get at her rival’s free wrist, but the larger girl held firm. Changing her tactics, Vixen grabbed a handful of Raven’s dark hair and used it to smash her face against the mat. The voluptuous girl grunted, but held her resolve. She wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“Just surrender, bitch! You’ll save yourself a lot of pain!”
Vixen smacked Raven’s features into the canvas a second time, then a third. The trapped girl had a pounding headache, and her face ached, but she stubbornly resisted her enemy’s efforts and kept her hand under her stomach. Frustrated, Vixen gave her a couple more face-slams, but realised that Raven was too tough to yield just yet.

The flame-haired girl lacked the patience to slowly test Raven’s endurance, so she tried a different approach. She took her slender fingers and, with uncharacteristic softness, gently ran them along Raven’s right shoulder. The bigger girl gave an involuntary twitch at the feel of her enemy’s surprisingly silky touch. Vixen continued, sliding her fingertips downwards to caress the other girl’s ribs. The ginger beauty worked slowly and carefully, stroking Raven’s skin in little circles, licking her lips with concentration. The luscious Latin suddenly spasmed as her sensitive, ticklish spots were revealed. Vixen grinned.
“No, get off me!” wailed Raven.
Of course, the cruel redhead did no such thing. Having exposed her adversary’s weakness, Vixen continued to tickle her, tracing her thin fingers over Raven’s ribcage. The delicate movements forced laughter from Raven’s unwilling body, and the larger girl started to squirm.
“Ah! No, please! Ahh, ha, it tickles!”
Raven knew she had to keep her focus, and not let her defences slip. If Vixen got hold of her free arm, she was finished. The tickling, though was relentless. Excruciating yet exquisite anguish overwhelmed her completely. Her big body convulsed wildly, wriggling and squealing in severe distress.
“Ooh, stop! Ah! Fuck! No! No!”
Her desperate yelps were becoming ever more high-pitched. She was giggling uncontrollably, writhing in unhappy ecstasy. Her lungs ached, and tears rolled freely down her contorted face. Raven was utterly consumed by the tickle torture, and it felt like it would last a lifetime. Losing all control, her right arm jerked outwards.

Vixen had been enjoying her rival’s sweet suffering, and was almost disappointed when she saw Raven’s right arm snake out across the mat. Her disappointment soon faded when she considered the myriad cruelties she could inflict on the other girl once she was tied up. The petite redhead stopped tickling her opponent, and reached over to grab the free limb. In that second, Raven’s adrenalin-sharpened mind suddenly came back into focus. Realising what was happening, Raven balled her right fist, then snapped it backwards, pulling it up sharply from the mat. In her enthusiasm, Vixen had been lunging forwards, and so the clenched knuckles smacked hard into her fine-featured face. The sharp bolt of pain made Vixen cry out, and she fell backwards, clutching her nose. Fuelled by pure desperation, Raven’s free hand shot towards the chair, and her fingers clasped at the leather strap on her tethered wrist. The next few seconds were crucial. If she could undo
the buckle in time, she would be free. If she fumbled it, though, she would be condemning herself to a nightmare of submission and punishment.

Her heart in her mouth, Raven tugged at the restraints. The leather strap slid away cleanly, and the loop loosened. Raven breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly pulled her arms away from the chair. She was immediately hit in the side by the screaming, lunging Vixen. Having recovered quickly, the redhead bore down viciously on her opponent, but she was too late. Raven was free, and now had the means to defend herself, even if their close proximity meant an all-out catfight was on the cards. The two fighters struggled with intense hatred, rolling across the mat, limbs scrabbling for position, fists thumping into stomachs, nails scratching skin. At one point, Vixen’s hands found Raven’s breasts, and she squeezed those big, vulnerable targets with all her might.
“You’re still mine, bitch!” she spat.
Raven wailed, shuddering with pain. She hated close-range catfighting, as her size became a liability rather than an asset. However, she managed to bring her arms up, grabbing Vixen’s hair in a counterattack. Her hands tugged at the glossy ginger tresses, stretching them out and pulling Vixen’s head backwards. For several seconds the two fighters winced and groaned, both enduring terrible pain, neither willing to give ground. The girls shuffled onto their knees, hate-filled faces just inches apart, locked in their torturous embrace.

Raven felt fingers digging into her skin as her breasts were crushed. Her malicious opponent would shred her breasts completely, if given the chance. The brunette yanked Vixen’s hair to one side, trying to dislodge her. The redhead squealed as her head was pulled round, and she was forced to shuffle sideways to stop her hair from being ripped out. Vixen doggedly maintained her hold on Raven’s tits, squashing them fiercely. The petite girl now had her back to the bondage chair, though all her attention was focused on mauling Raven’s fleshy chest. Both wrestlers were quivering in agony, teeth gritted in grim determination. As this mutual punishment continued for several more long, hellish moments, Raven began to realise she was getting the worst of it. Her big bust was too sensitive to withstand this kind of prolonged cruelty; her mind reeled, flooded by the fire from her tortured nerve endings. Soon her resolve would fail her completely, and she’d
end up as Vixen’s bitch after all.

Sickened by that awful prospect, Raven lunged madly at her tormentor. She lowered her head and barrelled forwards, trying to crash into Vixen with as much force as possible. The slender girl was knocked backwards, but she kept her fingers clamped around Raven’s nipples. However, Vixen’s head was pushed back, and the base of her skull thumped into the seat of the bondage chair behind her. Both girls moaned loudly. They were still stuck in the same catty, agonising hold as before: ginger hair stretched, olive breasts squashed. Now, though, it seemed as if Vixen was in the weaker position, with her back trapped against the seat of the punishment chair, and her opponent bearing down from above.

The two enemies felt an intense, uncontrolled loathing like never before. Their long feud was heading towards a climax, and soon one of them would triumph at the expense of the other. Both were desperate to taste victory, to prove themselves the better woman. Defeat would be unbearable, soul-shattering, utterly unthinkable. Their sweaty, scantily-clad bodies surged with fresh urgency, and the viciousness of their holds increased even more. Raven’s eyes bulged as nails penetrated her vulnerable breasts, and her suffering reached new highs. She screamed loudly. Trying to find an outlet for her pain, her arm muscles tensed and she smashed Vixen’s head against the wooden chair as hard as she could. The smaller girl’s pretty green eyes instantly lost their focus as the blow jarred her skull. With instinctive, animal aggression, Vixen clung to Raven’s boobs with as much savagery as she could muster. The black-clad Latin tried to relieve her tortured
tits by bashing Vixen’s head on the chair a second time, then a third. The ferocious flame-haired beauty now looked badly dazed. She was cornered, with no means of escape, so she continued to claw at Raven’s nipples as best she could. The voluptuous girl howled in anguish, but managed to smack her opponent’s head into the chair yet again. Vixen’s vision blurred, and her hold on Raven’s chest finally started to weaken. Encouraged, the brunette thumped Vixen’s head against the wood for a fifth time. Distressed, the redhead gave a low moan, and her cruel pinching fingers lost their hold.

Raven’s sore, throbbing breasts had finally been released, much to her relief. Vixen looked up at her with an angry but unfocused snarl. The smaller girl was in serious trouble now, and her battered body was lacking in strength. Raven saw a chance to end the fight. She smacked Vixen’s head against the wooden seat for a final time, then held it there, pinning it horizontally against the central square of dark, varnished wood. Vixen’s neck was now bent at ninety degrees, her slender body slumped awkwardly against the chair, her legs folded beneath her. Raven couldn’t tie her opponent up just yet: Vixen’s body was in the wrong position, and still had some fight left in it. Raven, though, had planned a wicked way to end the redhead’s chances.

Keeping Vixen’s head pressed against the seat, Raven stood upright. She quickly turned around, then sat down on the punishment chair. Her big ass dropped down towards Vixen’s head, then enveloped her upturned face. The petite girl squealed as her world went dark, but her cries were muffled by her rival’s backside. Raven nestled herself snugly in the bondage seat, facesitting her enemy firmly. The brunette’s entire weight pressed down on Vixen’s head, pinning it against the hard wooden chair. With some alarm, Vixen realised she was trapped in this position, wedged underneath her foe, forced to suffer a sweaty, claustrophobic reverse facesit.

She tried to move her arms, but Raven had used her legs to pin them at her sides. Her oxygen restricted by the hot smother, Vixen’s slender body thrashed wildly, desperate for fresh air. Raven, though, was able to grip the arms of the chair with her fists, piling more pressure into the facesit and suppressing the redhead’s struggles. Vixen’s face was now buried deep inside Raven’s ass. Her elegant features had disappeared completely, her nose and mouth engulfed in the sweat-slicked flesh of the brunette’s big buttocks. Vixen’s senses reeled as they were immersed in the foul body odour of her enemy, and her oxygen reserves dwindled ever lower.

As the smaller girl struggled helplessly, Raven simply smiled. Her hated adversary was on the brink of defeat, unpleasantly trapped and hopelessly vulnerable. Raven, on the other hand, felt supremely dominant, sat comfortably in the bondage chair, using Vixen’s face as a cushion. Her small black thong offered little protection in the depths of the humid facesit; Raven wiggled her hips, grinding her ass further into her enemy, making her smother as heavy and as nasty as possible. Vixen was powerless to escape her horrible predicament, unable to do anything except endure it as best she could. Seconds passed, with Raven enjoying the feel of her rival beneath her. The big brunette leisurely examined the chair she was sitting in. It was solid and imposing. The leather straps on the arms and legs had a menacing air of medieval brutality. Raven shuddered at the thought of having her limbs tied to this thing. Then she grinned, realising that Vixen would soon
be sitting up here, but tightly bound and ready to be punished.

Raven turned her attention back from the chair she was sat in, to the girl she was sat on. Vixen had been ass-smothered for well over a minute now, and was definitely weakening. The smaller girl had had her fear of losing replaced by fear of asphyxiation, but there was little action she could take. Her head was swimming and her lungs screamed, but energy was leaving her body and her struggling became feeble. Vixen bit her own tongue; her situation was disgusting but she had to try and cling onto consciousness somehow. Her degrading facesitting session passed the minute-and-a-half mark. More seconds dragged by, and Raven’s round Latin ass continued to mash into her, stamping its musk onto her face. With the appalling knowledge of defeat, Vixen felt the darkness slowly take her, and her humiliated body went limp.

Raven hadn’t actually planned to knock Vixen out with her ass, though it mattered little to the voluptuous girl. Limp or unconscious, either way her opponent was doomed. Raven stood upright, lifting her glistening butt-cheeks up off her victim’s face. Vixen’s beautiful features were now completely oblivious, her jaw slack and her red hair matted and damp. Raven used those tousled ginger locks to pull Vixen upwards, dragging her scarlet-clad butt up from the floor, and into the bondage chair. The unfortunate Vixen was now slumped in the wooden seat. Cackling with glee, Raven leaned in to fasten the arm restraint round Vixen’s right wrist. The bigger girl pulled the leather buckle tight, sealing Vixen’s hand into position. Raven moved across to secure her foe’s other arm. Vixen was still out cold, and so offered no resistance at all. Raven tugged on the left buckle, strapping Vixen second wrist to the wooden seat. This was the point of no
return – both of Vixen’s arms were bound to the punishment chair. The redhead had no means of escape: she was trapped, and her body belonged to Raven now.

Raven worked quickly to secure Vixen’s ankles to the base of the chair as well. Now the slender girl was sat with all four of her limbs strapped to the bondage seat. She was hopelessly vulnerable, unable to move even an inch. The bell sounded to mark Raven’s victory, and the cage door was unlocked. The busty, black-haired wrestler raised her arms in triumph. She waved to the crowd, grinning with satisfaction. Vixen was still unconscious, and unaware of her defeat. Raven continued to gloat, delighted to have won the feud, loving the sight of her tightly-bound rival. She couldn’t wait to see Vixen’s face when she realised where she was. Buzzing with delicious anticipation, Raven stepped up to Vixen’s limp body. The dominant girl raised her arm, and delivered a stinging, open-handed slap to Vixen’s cheek. Her head lolled sideways, but the flame-haired beauty remained in her slumber. Raven slapped her face again, harder this time. Vixen’s
eyelids fluttered as pain stirred her from her sleep. The big brunette gave her another slap for good measure. Vixen moaned weakly as she found herself returning to consciousness. She felt wretched, with a sore body, sweat-drenched hair, and a throbbing headache. Trying to move, she found to her surprise that it was impossible. Her eyes slowly opened, and it began to register with her groggy brain that she was tied to the chair. She’d lost! The sudden insight sent an icy pulse of fear through her nerves. Her green eyes shot open, bulging with terror in an almost comical double-take. Raven stood in front of her, pointing and laughing maliciously.

Vixen squirmed, desperate to escape, trying to move her limbs, but it was no use. The bondage chair was a heavy-duty piece of kit, designed to keep its victim firmly in place. Instinctively, Vixen kept struggling, refusing to believe she’d lost. It wasn’t fair! This chair was for torturing Raven’s fat ass! The other girl was supposed to get punished, not her! Raven simply cackled at her opponent’s obvious terror, waiting for her to come to terms with her unpleasant position. The colour had drained from Vixen’s face. The redhead closed her eyes, cringing, praying that this wasn’t happening. In her heart, though, she knew she was securely strapped down, she was at the mercy of her hated enemy, and she was, in all probability, completely screwed.

Vixen slowly opened her eyes to look at the girl standing over her.
“Please, let me go” she pleaded.
“What? Let you go? But what about your forfeit?” Raven brushed her fingers over the red lever mounted on the cage wall.
“Please, I’m begging you, don’t do it, I’m sorry!” Vixen was close to tears.
“You mean you don’t want to be tarred and feathered?”
“God, no! Please, anything but that! You don’t need to do it, I accept you’re the better wrestler!”
“Damn right I am, bitch!” spat Raven. “And if you didn’t want your forfeit, you should never have fought me! So, I’m going to enjoy every second of it, you cheating slut!”
Vixen closed her eyes, moaning in utter misery.
“Don’t worry, honey,” Raven continued, “I’m not going to pull that lever just yet. I thought we’d have some warm-up torture, kind of an appetizer for the main event.”
Vixen’s stomach churned and she began trembling with fear.

Raven stood over her helpless prey, then gave her ginger hair a sharp tug. She pulled Vixen’s head upwards so she could look straight down into her panicked eyes.
“Remember what you did to me? This will be a hundred times worse. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Raven spat straight into Vixen’s upturned face. The smaller girl flinched and whimpered unhappily. Raven let go of her rival’s hair, only to shift her attention to Vixen’s pert chest. Raven pulled her scarlet top downwards, dislodging the flimsy fabric. Vixen’s soft, pink breasts emerged from under the material. The petite redhead grimaced as her chest was exposed; she knew what was coming, and was powerless to prevent it. Raven reached down and wrapped her fingers around Vixen’s nipples. Then she began squeezing, softly at first, but soon tightening her grip. She pulled and pinched, kneading the bare breasts as she saw fit. Vixen shuddered and squealed, though she knew her pain was just beginning. Raven became rougher and rougher, viciously mauling and twisting the pink flesh. Vixen’s eyes began to water; every instinct told her to protect her sensitive chest, but her strapped wrists made it impossible. Raven scratched and squeezed,
distorting and crushing the beautiful boobs between her cruel fingers. Vixen sobbed helplessly, writhing in agony. Raven felt no sympathy towards her victim, only malevolence, tinged with glee. She smiled coldly at the other girl’s suffering. Vixen was quivering with pain, the knowledge that she could not escape only amplified her woe.

Vixen’s breasts were now incredibly sore, sporting red and purple marks as a sign of their brutal treatment. Satisfied that her enemy’s pain had been maximised, Raven began to administer other punishments. She drilled several punches into Vixen’s defenceless belly, causing the redhead to gasp and convulse as her body was battered. To mix things up, Raven threw in a few more face slaps. Vixen withered under this cruel barrage of blows; her aching stomach made her feel sick, and a nice red hand print had appeared on her face. Every time she thought the torture couldn’t get any worse, Raven would give her a nasty nipple twist to heighten her suffering. Raven worked Vixen’s body like this for several minutes, thoroughly enjoying her evil game. Vixen had been pushed well past her breaking point, and was now trapped in her own personal hell. In all her years of catfighting, she had never had to endure anything this terrible. Tears poured down her
agonised face.

Raven panted, and wiped her sweaty brow. Public torture was hard work. Her enemy had been in a state of constant anguish for the last few minutes, and Raven was satisfied she could give the punishment a rest. The big brunette leaned casually against the side of the cage, watching her victim with interest. Vixen was a blubbering mess, semi-naked, hair dishevelled, make-up running. Her beating had stopped, but it still took her a couple of minutes to compose herself. Vixen sniffed, swallowed hard, then looked up at her tormentor.
“Enjoying yourself?” gloated Raven.
“…please, no more…” mumbled the bound girl.
Raven wrapped one hand around the lever, the lever that controlled the vat of tar hanging over Vixen’s head.
“Ready for the second round?” the brunette smiled.
Vixen was quickly coming to. “No, don’t, not that, I’m begging you!”
“Uh-oh, too late!” Raven laughed. She yanked the red lever downwards.

Vixen screamed, tensing her body, hunching her shoulders. For the first moment, nothing happened. Then, to her horror, Vixen felt something gooey hit her head. A thick trickle of heavy black goo was now pouring down onto her. The mess sank through her hair, soaking into her scalp. Its shiny black colour was in stark visual contrast to her deep red tresses. Lines of dark slime oozed down her face; the gunk slopped down her shoulders and onto her chest. Her pretty features were now streaked with gunk, and a pool of thick black mess had gathered in between her bare breasts.
“Urgh! Oh my god!” Vixen wailed, horrified at what was happening.
Fresh waves of muck fell down onto her head. Her face disappeared entirely under the slimy deluge. The tar crept downwards, coating her chest and body, and oozed down her back. Her upper half was now slick with the black mess. The flow of gunge finally subsided, leaving its victim unrecognisable. Her body was thoroughly coated, making Vixen seem like a glistening black statue. Unable to wipe her face, Vixen had to sit still as the gunk oozed over skin. She was in shock at what had happened to her. The mess felt sticky and gross, clinging to her body and saturating her hair. Her beautiful, lustrous locks would now be ruined! She tentatively opened her eyes; two white circles appeared in the shapeless blob of slime. Vixen was lost for words, utterly appalled at her disgusting public humiliation.

Raven made things worse by cackling madly at her enemy’s misfortune.
“Ha! That’s brilliant!” she smirked.
“Fucking.. bitch…” Vixen spluttered, reeling from her messy punishment.
“Don’t you like your makeover? I think that look suits you! Now, if we just add some feathers…”
The referee handed Raven the blue plastic bucket from ringside. She stood over her black, slimy victim, and began sprinkling fluffy white handfuls of feathers over Vixen’s head. They scattered all over her body, lodging themselves in the thick black goo. Vixen ground her teeth in frustration as she endured this latest humiliation. Scraps of the white fluff landed around her eyes, partially obscuring her vision; other fragments settled under her nose, causing an irritating tickling sensation. Eventually, having applied many, many handfuls, Raven emptied the entire bucket. Vixen was thoroughly coated in feathers, stuck firm to her messy body, leaving her all but unrecognisable. Her degrading forfeit had left her looking incredibly silly. Strapped to the chair, her glistening black figure buried underneath thick patches of fuzzy white down. For the vain, self-conscious Vixen, this humiliation was too much to take. Having recovered her senses, she bawled
and tugged at her bonds, but to no avail.
“ugh… this is horrible” she sobbed, spitting out a mouthful of feathers.
“Ha! You look fantastic!” Raven cackled mercilessly. “Remember how you used that marker pen on me? Well I think this makes up for it. Ooh, just imagine how long it will take to wash all that shit off. Absolutely hours and hours, I bet. You are fucked up, girl!”
Vixen let out a long, pitiful, anguished groan.

The big brunette waved to the audience, enjoying their cheers, as her messy victim looked on miserably. Raven seemed in no hurry to leave the arena, and found herself a microphone at ringside.
“Hey everybody! What do you think of Vixen’s new look?” The fans responded to Raven’s taunts by roaring loud approval. “Great, isn’t it? Just goes to show what happens when an upstart little whore tries to mess with a real fighter like ME!” Vixen whimpered unhappily as Raven milked her victory. “Well, as this is the last match of the evening, I see no reason why that ginger bitch can’t stay there for a bit, and let you all have a good look at her stupid, slimy face! Make sure you get plenty of photos!”
The crowd cheered, and cameras began to flash. Vixen was utterly mortified. The slender girl usually loved being the centre of attention, but now her spirit wilted under the spectators’ cruel gaze. She felt like some kind of freak show exhibit, her gorgeous body now made ugly and disfigured. Underneath the sticky slime and the scratchy feathers, her skin crawled. She squirmed uselessly against her restraints, and wished the ground would swallow her up.
“I hope you’re comfortable, bitch,” hissed Raven, “’cos you’re not going anywhere soon!”

Poor Vixen had to stay strapped to the chair for the best part of an hour, as the arena slowly emptied. Every second of this was harsh, psychological torture for the beaten, humiliated girl. She could feel the disgusting slop over her body gradually congeal, clinging unpleasantly to her skin. Worse, she could feel the slime in her hair begin to set, a dire omen for her future efforts to get clean again. She had to contemplate the awful possibility that her lustrous red hair could be permanently ruined by this punishment. Vixen desperately wanted to get free and cleanse herself of this mess, but she was stuck helplessly to the chair. She had been too arrogant, and now her ego was sorely paying the price. Vixen had gone into this match with confidence, expecting to humiliate her larger foe yet again. She had fared quite well in the cage, but not well enough, and when Raven turned the tables, Vixen had been trapped, unable to escape her horrible forfeit.
Raven had proven herself the better wrestler; it was unlikely her rival would be able to come back from this comprehensive humiliation. She’d suffered the full consequences of this grudge match, and Vixen’s bound, tarred, feathered body marked her as the ultimate loser.