Sapphire vs Ivy – Backstage Brawl
by
hamish1024

It was night-time, and the backstage area of the wrestling arena was quiet and deserted. A single girl stood in the changing rooms, getting ready for a late-night training session. Sapphire glanced over at her reflection in the mirror. She was not vain but she possessed a powerful, imposing figure. At 5’9’’, Sapphire was fairly tall, and she had broad shoulders and a heavy, thick-set body, giving her a strong advantage in the wrestling ring. This was accompanied by massive, voluptuous curves: wide hips, rounded ass, and a huge, fleshy chest. Unkind opponents might call her ‘fat’, but Sapphire was happy with her sexy body and loved using it to smother her enemies. Undeniably good-looking, her scruffy blonde hair and cold grey eyes belied her blithe, uncaring disposition. The busty babe was laid-back and unfussy, but also dangerous, and capable of heartless sadism. Having changed into her outfit of blue shorts and sports bra, and white training
shoes, Sapphire slung her gym bag over her shoulder and entered the training area.

During the day, this small gym was well-used, but now it was still, its silence broken only by the faint hum of the electric lights. To Sapphire’s surprise, however, it was not completely deserted. A tall female figure stood with her back to the door, apparently playing with the settings on one of the running machines. This girl had pale skin, and long black hair ran down past her shoulders. Sapphire recognised her instantly. She was a wrestler named Ivy, one of Sapphire’s fiercest rivals. A few weeks ago, Sapphire had lost the championship belt when Ivy beat her soundly in front of a large audience. The blonde had been furious, but had not faced her enemy since, until now. Still, her late-night appearance at the gym was suspicious, and Sapphire suspected a trap.

She called out, and Ivy turned to face her. Her pallid complexion and thick dark hair gave Ivy a distinctive, gothic look. Her 5’11’’ frame gave her a sizable height advantage, and her long white body was lean and muscular. This made her a formidable foe, as evidenced by her recent championship win. Though thin, she looked more elegant than lanky, her femininity fleshed out by pert c-cup breasts. The goth’s unique appearance meant her bright blue eyes and wide red smile seemed somehow sinister, though they were still undoubtedly alluring. Ivy was well aware of her arresting presence, and played up to it by wearing dominatrix-style costumes when she wrestled. This evening, though, she was wearing purple shorts and sports bra not dissimilar to Sapphire’s. Her long slender legs ended in grubby white trainers rather than her usual black leather boots. She had apparently come for a late training session as well.

“What are you doing here?” Sapphire asked suspiciously.
“What do you think? I was about to start my exercises.”
“Isn’t it a bit late for that?”
“Well, Sapphire,” smiled Ivy, “I’m very much a creature of the night, you see. This is my usual training slot. I should be asking you what you’re doing here.”
The gothic girl’s calm, smug demeanour was beginning to irritate Sapphire. “Well, um…”
“You’re right, it is very late to be training,” Ivy mused, “so you must be putting in extra sessions. Now, I can think of two reasons for that. Firstly, my domination of the last fight made you realise you would have to improve your skills. And secondly, you looked in the mirror and realised you sorely needed to burn some calories off that flabby ass of yours.”
Sapphire’s face flushed red with anger. “You fucking bitch, how dare you! I ought to smash your mouth in for that, right now!” She cast aside her shoulder bag and clenched her fists.
“Well come on then, just try!”

The two girls advanced on each other. If either of them had stopped to think, a backstage catfight was not exactly the best idea in the world, it could get brutal and dangerous very quickly. However, these two wrestlers were too proud, and too hate-filled, to think about backing down. Besides, the building was empty, and no-one was there to stop them.

Adrenalin flooding their senses, the fighters lunged at each other, arms raised, faces snarling. All formalities abandoned, they came together in an uncoordinated flurry of punches. Fists flew through the air, thudding into soft skin as their bodies entwined. One heavy blow bounced off Sapphire’s temple, but was immediately followed by a solid punch to Ivy’s pale stomach. The furious exchange filled the air with grunts of effort and pain, their trainers squeaking as they struggled for position. The girl’s bodies’ pressed together, making less space for striking out, so both combatants switched to catfight tactics and began tugging on each other’s hair. Fists filled with the enemy’s tresses, the fighters torturously shoved and jostled, their pretty faces creased with pained determination. They howled angrily at each other as their contesting bodies bent and swayed.

After a while, Ivy released her hairpull, electing instead to drag her sharp nails over Sapphire’s big bust. The blonde screeched as red lines appeared across her ample chest.
“Argh! My tits!” Sapphire wailed.
The voluptuous girl retaliated in apt fashion by pulling Ivy’s head down, and forcing it in between her giant breasts. The goth gave a muffled moan as her face was forced deep into Sapphire’s sweaty cleavage. Ivy was pressed firmly to the blonde’s bosom, her senses engulfed in a warm, fleshy smother. Unable to breathe, her slender limbs flailed in protest. Sapphire laughed as she ground Ivy’s face into her hot, clammy chest.

Desperate to break free, the dark-haired girl began driving angry punches into Sapphire’s belly and ribs. Eventually, the body blows forced Sapphire to release her opponent. Ivy gasped with relief, her face flushed, her lungs gratefully sucking in oxygen. Her recovery time was cut short, though, as Sapphire delivered a heavy boot to her stomach. Ivy grunted in pain. The busty blonde drew her fist back and slung it at Ivy’s head, but the pale girl managed to dodge it. She quickly counterattacked, grabbing Sapphire’s outstretched arm and twisting it behind her back. The blonde cried out as the limb was bent round awkwardly. Ivy was now standing behind her opponent, applying the arm lock with brutal precision. Sapphire yelled helplessly as the pain bit into her pressured shoulder. Her agony slowly increased as her muscles were stressed.

Unable to take the strain any longer, Sapphire dropped to her knees in an effort to break free. The move worked in that the torturous hold was broken, but Ivy was still standing right over her. The taller girl stepped forwards, positioning her legs around Sapphire’s body. The kneeling girl was now being straddled by her standing opponent. Ivy reached down, hooking her hands underneath Sapphire’s chin, then stepped forwards. This dragged Sapphire’s knees out from under her, leaving her dangling underneath Ivy with her legs training behind her. The black-haired domme now had her adversary set up for a standing camel clutch. Gripping Sapphire’s head firmly, she pulled it backwards, bending the voluptuous girl’s spine. Through her clenched jaw, Sapphire groaned in anguish. Sharp pain flooded her abused back, but she had no way of breaking the submission hold.

As her voluptuous foe squirmed and struggled at her feet, Ivy’s lips twisted into an evil grin. The dark-haired girl felt the familiar pleasure of dominance as she straddled and stretched her hapless prey. Beneath those firm, pallid thighs, Sapphire wailed miserably. The blonde felt like she was going to be snapped in two. If this were a wrestling match, she would have considered submitting, but she knew that there were no laws here to tame Ivy’s sadism. Her head was now arched so far back, she could see into Ivy’s malicious blue eyes. Looking at her tormentor, Sapphire realised that any pleas for mercy would only encourage greater cruelty.

Despite the terrible pain in her body, Sapphire vowed not to submit. She began rocking backwards and forwards, trying to throw Ivy off of her. The effort made her huge breasts jiggle violently, but achieved little else. Ivy strengthened her grip on Sapphire’s chin. Panicking now, the busty babe pulled her arms up, wrapping them around Ivy’s legs. She pushed with all her might in an effort to prise her attacker’s limbs apart. Her first attempt ended in failure, as did the second, but finally she succeeded in shifting Ivy’s thighs. The black-haired girl was unwilling to risk having her standing legs knocked away, and so reluctantly let go of her opponent. Sapphire crashed to the ground at Ivy’s feet, her tortured body soaked with sweat.

Relieved to be free, the curvy blonde scrambled quickly to her feet. Before she could find her bearings, however, Ivy’s angry fist slammed straight into her nose. The scowling goth looked intent on finishing her enemy off. Sapphire’s head was swimming from the unexpected face punch, and she stumbled backwards. Unable to defend herself, a second blow smashed heavily into her brow. She yelped in pain, holding her face, blindly backing away from her savage attacker. As she staggered back, she bumped against one of the weights benches. She lost her footing and sat down awkwardly at the foot of the bench.

The blonde clutched at her aching head, trying to clear her mind of the stars she was seeing. Ivy stepped up to the seated girl, and with a thrust of her long right leg she kneed Sapphire in the face. The heavy blow snapped Sapphire’s head backwards, and the busty babe was sent sprawling across the length of the weights bench. Dazed, she lay on her back, legs split and dangling downwards. Ivy had the initiative, and a cruel smile crossed her lips as she saw a chance to press home her advantage. She stepped up to her horizontal foe, and lifted up the weight resting at the head of the bench. It was only lightly loaded, so Ivy had no trouble picking it up and placing it across Sapphire’s chest. The metal bar ran over her shoulders and across the top of her breasts, squeezing some of her cleavage flesh downwards. Slumped along the bench, the poor blonde was still largely oblivious to her position. Ivy reached down for two extra weights, and placed the
black discs at either end of the metal rod. She fetched two more, adding extra weight onto Sapphire’s chest. The voluptuous girl began to stir, but found her movements restricted. Grinning, Ivy made the weight heavier still. Sapphire groaned as her ribs began to ache. Again, she tried to move, but found her shoulders pinned down by the weight on top of her. Ivy added the last two weights, making the bar dangerously heavy. Sapphire’s eyes widened. She twisted her arms, trying to get purchase on the metal bar. Her hands gripped it, but moving it away was beyond her. She grunted in effort, but it was no use, she was trapped beneath the weight. The pain wasn’t acute, though her constricted chest did hurt. She was more worried about her vulnerable position.

Ivy watched her prey struggling, and rubbed her hands with glee.
“Aww, is it too much for you? Are you stuck?” she teased.
The dark-haired girl reached down and slapped her enemy’s upturned face. Sapphire kicked her legs and squealed in frustration, but to her horror she was pinned firmly to the bench and utterly helpless. Ivy, experienced at playing the dominatrix role, enjoyed watching her opponent squirm. She ran a slender hand along Sapphire’s upturned belly.
“You’re obviously tired. Have a nice lie down!” she smirked.
Then, without warning, she suddenly balled her fist and slammed it down into the blonde’s defenceless stomach. Sapphire spasmed and bawled, but was unable to do anything else. Ivy wound up, and gave her another gut punch, then another, then another. The larger girl was pressed flat against the bench, and couldn’t see the punches coming. Again and again the blows thudded into her, forcing groans from her trapped, pressured chest. She began to feel sick, and ground her teeth in pain, but the torture continued for several minutes. Her face became contorted, and she quivered in agony. Ivy cackled breathlessly.
“Ha! What a lovely punchbag you are! Phew, what a workout!”

The punches finally subsided, but only because Ivy wanted to indulge in some less labour-intensive punishment. Sapphire was reeling, emitting only guttral sobs. Her curvy body ached terribly. Ivy wiped a bead of sweat from her pallid brow, then walked over to the foot of the bench. She placed her hands on Sapphire’s thighs and smiled.
“Well now, Sapphire. Seems like you’re all mine now, eh?” Ivy began stroking the other girl’s legs. “And of course, we all know your not-very-well-kept secret, that you get turned on by other girls. Naughty naughty.” Ivy’s caresses became increasingly sensual. “So maybe I should demonstrate my ownership of you in a more intimate fashion….”
The gorgeous goth let that sentence hang in the air, and began to massage Sapphire’s crotch through the fabric of her shorts. The blonde swallowed hard. She didn’t know what was more worrying: the fact that Ivy was going to try and force an orgasm from her, or the fact that she’d probably succeed. She cursed Ivy’s infuriating smugness. ‘Can’t she stop at physical domination?’ the bruised girl thought unhappily. ‘Why is she bringing sex into this?’

The caresses continued. Her adrenalin already running high, Sapphire felt the first twinges of desire running though her trapped body. She knew she had to try and suppress the sensation, and avoid temptation at all costs. She couldn’t let Ivy have that particular satisfaction over her. Sapphire tried hard to clear her mind, but sexual urges began to force themselves upon it. Ivy’s hands were insistent. ‘Oh, God, the impulse, it’s too strong’ Sapphire thought miserably. Defeated, she felt her pussy begin to moisten. It looked like desire would take her. She subconsciously began to grind her hips and, to her huge embarrassment, a loud moan escaped her mouth.
“Ohh, fuck, no” she gasped, biting her lip in a failed effort at self-control.
Ivy looked down at her big-breasted plaything and smiled.
“You’re really warmed up now, aren’t you? You just can’t wait for me to give it to you, huh? Well, you know what, Sapphire?”
Ivy raised her fist, then brought it down harshly between the blonde’s legs. Sapphire screamed as the crotch punch smashed heavily into her sensitised pussy. That deep well of unwilling pleasure instantly flipped to sharp, brutal pain. She cried out as Ivy dealt more blows to her helpless crotch. Her mind reeled, and she let out strangled, agonized sobs. Ivy laughed mercilessly.
“Ha! How’s that feel, you dumb slut? You seriously thought I would go anywhere near your nasty pussy? Eww, yuk!”
Trembling, Sapphire tried to regain her breath. She felt wretched and debased.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got lots of other fun games we can play!” Ivy giggled. “Just wait there a second, will you?”

The taller girl went over to the other side of the gym, where she’d left her small leather bag. She pulled something from it and stood up, smiling. Sapphire was trying her best to recover from her beating, but she was still stuck. Then she saw what Ivy was holding, and she yelped in dismay. The dark-haired girl was dangling a pair of handcuffs from her slender fingers. She rattled them playfully. Metallic and shining, they were clearly of heavy-duty construction. Sleek and evil, they possessed no such niceties as soft fur or a safety latch. A girl wearing those would be utterly helpless; Ivy clearly meant business. “You never know when these will come in handy!” laughed the goth.
Sapphire cringed in fear. She had a horrible vision of being cuffed up and tortured at Ivy’s cruel hands, reduced to slave status by the pale-skinned domme. She was desperate not to suffer that torment, knowing she would never live the experience down. The battered blonde squirmed unhappily, renewing her escape efforts, but the pressure from the metal bar was relentless.

Shaking, Sapphire clasped the weight and dug deep into her reserves of strength. She knew that if she didn’t break free now she was finished. In an immense surge of effort, she slowly started to shift the weight across her chest. Her body ached, and her muscles screamed in agonized protest at their impossible task. Her sweaty figure quivered under the excessive strain, and she was risking serious damage to herself, but fear of those sinister handcuffs spurred Sapphire to keep pushing on. The weight inched upwards. It slowly dawned on Ivy that her victim was trying to escape, but the black-haired girl was dismissive of her enemy’s chances. With fire in her arms, Sapphire lifted the heavy metal bar even higher. With an surge of effort and an agonized grunt, the voluptuous girl lifted the weight away from her body, instantly dropping it to the ground with a tremendous crash. She had finally freed herself from Ivy’s trap.

Her impressive piece of weightlifting had taken every ounce of strength from Sapphire’s body. She lay slumped on the bench, staring at the ceiling, chest rising and falling as she gasped in delirious relief. Ivy, though, maintained her icy demeanour.
“Well, looks like you have been working out after all… but it won’t help you now.”
Ivy rattled the handcuffs and quickly marched on her horizontal opponent. Sapphire was still dazed, and only dimly aware of the dark figure bearing down on her. Running on pure instinct, the busty blonde suddenly snapped her leg out in an unaimed kick. Luckily for her, it stopped Ivy in her tracks. Sapphire’s raised training shoe had connected squarely with the onrushing girl’s crotch, the momentum of the blow causing intense, unexpected pain in Ivy’s pussy. The black-haired goth dropped the handcuffs to clutch at her womanhood, staggering backwards and spitting shocked expletives. It looked like the dominatrix’s victim wasn't ready to submit just yet.

Sapphire brushed her lank hair away from her face, and slowly sat upright. Ivy was hurt, bent over and staring hatefully at the blonde as she tried to recover. Panting loudly and watching each other warily, both girls fought to regain their composure, then slowly stood upright. Ivy was incredulous that her dominant position had somehow fallen away. She figured that Sapphire was still there for the taking, and lurched angrily at her voluptuous enemy. However, despite her horrible beating, the blonde’s senses were still remarkably sharp. In a surprisingly deft move, Sapphire sidestepped her lunging foe, kneeing her in the gut as she passed. The pale-skinned girl cried out in unexpected pain. The blonde was soon behind Ivy, wrapping her arms around the taller girl’s head, intent on squashing her skull. Ivy was furious, delivering sharp elbows to the girl at her back, trying to break her crushing hold. Sapphire grunted, and released her grip on the
slender wrestler, but at the same time she shoved the goth forwards. Stunned, Ivy stumbled, and tumbled face-first towards the weights bench in front of her.

Limbs flailing awkwardly, Ivy’s head and body thudded down onto the bench.
“Ungh!” she exclaimed. She was slumped face down at the end of the bench, ass in the air, her long legs trailing down beneath her. Sapphire spotted an opportunity, and quickly moved to sit down on the bench. She straddled Ivy’s back, sitting on her shoulders, facing her ass. Ivy moaned as she felt the heavy weight of her opponent press down on her from above. She tried to move, but her arms were pinned under Sapphire’s meaty thighs, and she was firmly stuck under the thick-set blonde. Ivy squirmed uselessly, and screeched in frustration. Her breasts were pancaked painfully against the weights bench. Its surface was slick with sweat, glistening from Sapphire’s earlier struggles. The goth grimaced as she was forced face-down into her enemy’s body odour. She writhed desperately, but the weight of the blonde pinned her firmly against the bench. There were a few more moments of struggle as Ivy tried to break free, but she was eventually forced to
accept that she wasn’t going anywhere for the time being.

Sapphire flicked her hair from her eyes, and smiled. The girl on top was in control of the fight for the first time, and she enjoyed the feeling of power. She looked down at her prone opponent, and emphasised her dominance by slapping Ivy’s upturned ass. The taller girl shrieked indignantly as Sapphire began to spank her. She kicked her legs helplessly as her buttocks were struck again, and again, and again. Her purple gym shorts softened the blow, but the slaps still hurt Ivy’s pride.
“Lets see who owns who now, bitch!” Sapphire taunted.
The blonde administered several more spanks before tiring of that particular humiliation. Ivy gasped and spluttered weakly. Sapphire then shuffled backwards, straddling Ivy’s head. The big girl’s ass pressed down onto the back of Ivy’s skull, jamming the goth’s face against the bench. Ivy groaned miserably as her nose was squashed into a pool of perspiration. This new position meant that Ivy’s arms were somewhat freer, and she tried bringing them up behind her back to attack Sapphire. The seated girl, though, had little difficulty in pinning her opponent’s hands with her own. Ivy’s head began to ache from the pressure of the ass above it.

However, worse things were in store for the prone girl. The handcuffs were still lying at the foot of the bench, and Sapphire reached down to collect them. Ivy heard the tinkle of steel, and began to panic. Her long body tried to buck free of the bench, but Sapphire’s straddle held her in check. With an evil grin, Sapphire looped the bracelets round Ivy’s wrists, enjoying the satisfying ‘click’ as they locked into place. The dark-haired girl moaned fearfully as she felt the cold metal close against her skin. She tried to move her hands, but they were firmly bound behind her back. With horror, she realised she was now helpless and unable to defend herself. She kicked her legs in futile protest. An awful feeling of vulnerability grew in the pit of her stomach. From underneath Sapphire’s ass, she emitted a muffled wail into the sweaty bench. Her defences were gone, and she was at the mercy of her enemy.

Sapphire looked down at the handcuffed girl with satisfaction. She had finally forced the goth into a submissive posture. There would be no escaping from those steel chains, and the dark-haired dominatrix was now utterly powerless. Sapphire cackled as she realised the strength of her position. She was now free to turn the tables on Ivy, and she intended to have a lot of fun at the unfortunate goth’s expense. This was going to be good. Sapphire clambered up off the weights bench. Freed from the crushing pin, Ivy slowly peeled her face away from the sweaty bench. Before she could find her feet, however, Sapphire’s powerful arms had wrapped themselves around her waist. The pale-skinned girl was hoisted into the air, then unceremoniously dropped. Shrieking, she plummeted face-first towards the ground, her bound hands preventing her from breaking the fall. Her features smashed hard into the solid floor, jarring her senses and causing sharp pain in her
head. Mercifully, nothing was broken by the eye-watering impact, though that was little consolation to the handcuffed girl. She writhed miserably, her face and body aching from the brutal blow.

Ivy’s suffering was only just beginning. Sapphire reached down and grabbed her long, slender legs, lifting them into the air. Ivy squirmed and tried to kick her legs free, but Sapphire responded by spreading the goth’s ankles and delivering a heavy stomp to her unprotected crotch. Face-down on the floor, hands trapped behind her back, Ivy screamed in pain. She tugged frantically at her wrist restraints, but to no avail. Clutching the pale girl’s legs, Sapphire delivered two more vicious crotch stomps. Ivy howled in despair, her will to resist overcome by the terrible pain between her thighs. The blonde smiled at her rival’s hopeless suffering. Sapphire secured a firm grip on Ivy’s ankles, and started pulling her across the room, the goth’s face and chest scraping against the grimy gymnasium floor. She dragged her bound foe all the way over to the far wall, ignoring her embittered protests, then opened up the door to the gym’s supply closet.
Sapphire peered through the open doorway with interest. The cupboard was a cramped, dingy affair, lit only by a single bare bulb. Its various shelves were used by the gym staff to store random bits of exercise equipment, and other miscellaneous junk. The air was dank, and the small concrete floor was covered in dirt. Sapphire’s cruel mind saw that it would be a perfect place for torturing her handcuffed enemy.

The voluptuous girl grabbed a handful of Ivy’s dark, tousled locks, and dragged her inside the closet.
“Argh! What the fuck are you doing!?” the prone girl demanded, her face pressed down into the filthy grey concrete.
The room was so small that Ivy’s long legs would not fit all the way inside it. Sapphire, though, had seen a solution to this problem: on one of the shelves sat a box of skipping ropes. The blonde stood on her indignant rival’s back, pinning her to the floor, and gathered up one of the ropes. Sapphire used it to tie Ivy’s ankles together. Then she pulled the goth’s legs up, bending Ivy’s knees back until her feet were positioned close to her ass, in the classic ‘hog-tie’ position. Sapphire tied the excess skipping rope to the sliver chain between Ivy’s wrists, completing the other girl’s bondage and leaving her helplessly trussed up. Face-down on the ground, with her hands and feet trapped behind her back, Ivy’s situation was looking increasingly grim. She struggled at her bonds, but to no avail. The dominatrix was now an unwilling submissive, completely at the mercy of her hated foe.

“Fucking… let me go!” Ivy screeched, her bound limbs squirming uselessly.
“Oh, I think you’ll be staying here a while” smiled Sapphire.
The voluptuous girl suddenly stamped her training shoe down onto the back of Ivy’s head. The goth’s pretty features were slammed heavily into the ground. Ivy squealed as she ate the floor; the blow temporarily dazed her, and her beautiful face ached with pain yet again. While the taller girl groaned weakly, Sapphire quickly went to fetch her gym bag. She placed it on the concrete and knelt down beside Ivy.
“Such a good idea of yours to bring handcuffs to the party” teased Sapphire. “Can you guess what I’ve brought in my bag?”
Ivy couldn’t see what Sapphire was doing, but she heard the blonde unfastening the zip, and rifling through her belongings.
“I don’t know, you fat cow,” spat the goth, “some cake, perhaps?”
Sapphire’s blue-grey eyes shone with malice.
“You’re in no position to hurl insults, Ivy. Now you’re my bitch, you might want to try and stay on my good side.”
Sapphire reached into her kit and pulled out a smaller, draw-stringed little sack, showing the black bag to her victim.
“No-one told me I should bring any bondage toys, unfortunately,” drawled the blonde, “so we’ll have to make do with this. One month’s worth of my dirty laundry.”
Sapphire opened the back and pulled out a crumpled white sock. Obviously worn, its bottom was stained with sweat. Ivy’s eyes widened.
“No, don’t…” the bound girl began, “don’t even think abou- urgh!”
Ivy’s protests were cut short as Sapphire gleefully crammed the sock into the centre of her pale face. The cruel blonde happily rubbed the dirty garment all over Ivy’s features. The hapless goth grimaced, and struggled against her bonds, but to no avail. She had to lie there and endure a faceful of smelly old laundry. The stink of her rival’s feet was continually ground into her nose, and she began to feel faintly ill. At last, Sapphire pulled the offending sock away.
“Mmm, did you like that?” the voluptuous girl giggled.
“Ugh, you perverted bitch!” Ivy wailed.
“Perverted? Look, I’m not the one who carries handcuffs around with her at all times, am I? Maybe I have been a bit decadent, not washing my underwear, but hey, that’s your problem now, isn’t it?”
Sapphire cackled and produced a dark red pair of panties from the bag. She unfolded the dirty red fabric, then slapped it into Ivy’s face. Sapphire roughly ground the material up and down, mashing it heavily into her unfortunate foe. Ivy groaned indignantly. She couldn’t believe she was suffering this twisted humiliation. Her face was engulfed in sweat-stained underwear, and her nostrils were full of her enemy’s stale body odour. Ivy was a tough, resilient girl, but this revolting torture was way more than she was willing to take. Unfortunately for her, the cold steel around her wrists made escape from this impossible.

Eventually, Sapphire moved the dirty panties away from Ivy’s face, though only to rub them through her victim’s dark tresses. Tangled black hair fell down over Ivy’s face, and she gritted her teeth in disgust. Sapphire finally relented, leaving the crumpled underwear sitting on Ivy’s head.
“What’s the matter? I thought you liked all this kinky S&M stuff?” laughed the blonde.
Ivy struggled to find words for her hatred. “You rancid… fucking… whore…” she hissed.
“Tsk, what a dirty mouth!” Sapphire chided. “We’d better put a stop to that, young lady!”
The voluptuous girl took the red panties, screwed them into a ball, then shoved them into Ivy’s horrified mouth. She crammed the grubby underwear deep between the goth’s red lips, gagging her. Ivy let out a muffled squeal, but her jaw was now wedged open and there was nothing she could do. The unwashed fabric pressed against her tongue, its awful taste filling her mouth. She wanted to hurl insults at her depraved tormenter, but found herself muted. Her blue eyes narrowed, and her nostrils flared in revulsion and anger. The pale-skinned beauty was now gagged, hog-tied, and utterly helpless.

Sapphire looked down at her beaten foe, admiring her cruel handiwork. She leant forwards, speaking gently into Ivy’s ear.
“That’s better. Now I can’t hear your stupid voice. And nobody else can, either. Looks like I’ve got you all to myself, all night long. You’re going to wish you’d never been born.”
Sapphire’s soft, calm voice made her intimidation all the more chilling. Ivy closed her eyes, feeling real fear for the first time.
“Now, Ivy, you seemed pretty disgusted by my month-old laundry. And I guess it is kind of nasty, leaving my underwear in that bag to fester all this time. Honestly, I swear I was going to wash it this evening. But I guess leaving it for one more night won’t make much difference…”
Sapphire opened the black sack to its fullest extent, and pulled it up towards Ivy’s head. The black-haired girl looked fearfully into the fetid bag of socks and panties. She shook her head violently, but as she couldn’t speak or move her limbs, further protest was impossible.
“Ooh, yukky, isn’t it? Still, that’s where your face is spending the rest of the night, so you’d better get used to it. Hours and hours of darkness, with only my stale sweat for company. Quite an intimate experience, if you think about it. Who knows, you might come to enjoy it!”

Sapphire watched Ivy squirm, savouring her opponent’s terror. The busty blonde had dominated plenty of other girls in her time, and dished out some pretty nasty punishments. This, however, felt special. Sapphire had never had quite this level of control over another girl, or been able to wield such an awful psychological threat. Being able to reduce such a capable adversary as Ivy to this level of degradation made it all the sweeter. Sapphire’s dark soul would never forget that delicious look of fear in Ivy’s blue eyes.
“In you go, bitch! I can’t imagine just how horrible this is going to be. If you’re lucky, you might get found sometime tomorrow…”
Sapphire moved the laundry bag up over Ivy’s face. She forced the poor girl’s head deep into the black sack, pulling its edges down towards her shoulders. Ivy’s features were thrust into the sweaty depths of the laundry, and her vision went black. Sapphire quickly pulled the drawstring tight around Ivy’s neck, trapping her head in the bag. The filthy clothing pressed against Ivy’s face, horrible and inescapable, and its rich, foul stink flooded her senses. The urge to break free consumed her with renewed vigour, but she was hopelessly trapped in that vile predicament with nothing but the smell and taste of her enemy’s aged sweat.

Ivy was now an incredibly pitiful sight. Face down on the closet floor, her long muscular limbs tied awkwardly up behind her back, head stuck inside a small back bag. Her previous muffled cries were now completely silenced by the laundry encasing her head. Sapphire stood at the cupboard door, looking down at her victim, mentally congratulating herself at such a comprehensive humiliation. A final thought stuck her. She fetched Ivy’s leather handbag from the gym and searched through her enemy’s personal possessions. Sadly, the handcuffs seemed to be the only kinky hardware in there; the key to unlock them lay at the bottom. Sapphire took the key, as well as Ivy’s purse, and some lipstick. The voluptuous sadist returned to the closet where her helpless plaything lay. She pulled back Ivy’s shorts, revealing her snowy white buttocks. Sapphire took the small handcuff key and dropped it into Ivy’s ass crack. Then she took the money from the purse, and
pushed the paper bills deep between the upturned butt cheeks. Crushed paper money now protruded stupidly from Ivy’s ass, the key to her handcuffs buried beneath it. Sapphire had thought about throwing the key away, but then decided that this would be more fun. Ivy cringed as she felt her backside being interfered with, but her muffled senses meant she had no idea of what was going on. Sapphire couldn’t resist giving that bare behind a quick slap, before covering it back up with the shorts. Her work almost finished, the blonde took the lipstick and drew an arrow on Ivy’s back, pointing down towards her ass. Above it, she wrote ‘key to dirty whore’, figuring that it would give Ivy’s rescuers something to think about.

Sapphire stood in the doorway, allowing herself a final look at her victim.
“Mmm, nasty” she muttered to herself. “That’s gonna be embarrassing. Well, goodnight, bitch.”
The busty babe turned out the light, and closed the cupboard door. Once again, the deserted gym was quiet and still. Satisfied that there were no signs of life, Sapphire gathered her belongings and made for the exit, buzzing with the joy of victory. ‘What an excellent training session’, she thought, happily.

Back in the closet, Ivy felt the rustle of air on her skin as the door jammed shut. Sapphire had left her there! Her heart began thumping in her ears, and her breathing increased, which didn’t help at all as the air in the bag was unpleasantly stale. The sack on her head had been pulled fairly tight, limiting the supply of fresh oxygen to a minimum. Pulling in the foul smell though her nostrils, the close air soon warmed around her, making her environment uncomfortably hot and more fetid than before. Ivy fearfully listened for any sound of Sapphire’s return, but she struggled to hear anything through the laundry surrounding her head. The thought of all those dirty socks and panties pressed against her face made Ivy feel ill, and she tried to put it out of her mind, but their nasty, invasive smell would not leave her be. She cursed Sapphire bitterly. ‘Nasty, fat, greasy bitch! Ugh, I can’t believe her panties are in my mouth! This is
excruciating…’

Minutes passed. Poor Ivy’s world was jet black, and she had no way of measuring the passage of time. Her bound limbs meant her sensory deprivation was almost total. The suffering stretched out like an endless trail of misery as the minutes slowly turned to hours. Stabs of cramp began to attack her trapped, bent limbs, jolting her out of her dull unhappiness with sharp bursts of terrible agony. The pain would savage her muscles for long, horrible moments, almost overcoming her completely before quickly slinking away. Ivy would feel a moment of relief, before her senses were rudely thrust back into the disgusting malaise of her enemy’s body odour. The hapless goth had never had to endure anything this nasty before, and she despaired of her earlier cockiness, and foolish use of handcuffs which had backfired so badly.

As the evening wore on, Ivy realised than no-one was coming to rescue her, and she would be trapped there for the duration of the night. Her tired mind eventually began drifting into sleep, with Ivy’s face sinking into its unpleasant bed of laundry. She would be granted a few minutes of peace, before the random, painful spasms of cramp, or the hot, humid stink of Sapphire’s worn panties would return to haunt her. In total, Ivy spent nearly eight hours alone in the closet, writhing unhappily on the dirty concrete floor. It was as close to hell as Ivy could imagine.

The dark-haired beauty had battled well this evening, and come desperately close to dominating her rival, but her simple lapse of judgement led to nightmarish consequences. Sapphire had indulged the lust for revenge in her uniquely evil way, teaching her pale-skinned enemy an unforgettably nasty lesson. What had started as an after-hours catfight between two fierce, determined opponents had ended in long, gruelling punishment, and the worst night of Ivy’s life.