Heather's Ordeal
By Stone

Heather is a pretty, young black girl, hair down to her mid-back and wore a pair of blue shorts with white stripes on the side and a matching blue sports bra. I could see her white thong sticking up out of the back as we went to lock-up. Heather is only 18 and wanted to try out to be part of my wrestling league. I told her it was rough stuff but she flexed her small bicep saying she was a tough chick. We did the collar and elbow tie-up but I didn't go easy on her. She was really pretty with a nice 34 DDD, a beautiful smile and a coffee colored complexion. She had some strength to her but I still pushed her back up against the ropes, bending her neck back over the top. She grunted as I pushed myself against her, I was wearing my black speedos and made certain she could feel my erection poking through, poking Heather in her firm abs. I backed up and shot a knee into those very same abs. She grunted but two more knocked the air out of her as she began coughing and was almost bent over at the waist when I let go. I pulled her up by her hair, bending her back over the top rope and shot a hard chop across her chest. She whinced from the loud smack of my hand across her bare skin. I did this again, lifting her up by pulling her hair so she was almost on her tip toes and chopping across her chest. She fell to one knee, hissing as tears formed in her eyes.

I pulled Heather's hair so her face was right against my crotch, as I rubbed the outline of my balls against her mouth. She was still hissing in pain but I swear it felt like she was giving my nuts a kiss. I yanked her up by her hair again but instead sent a chop to her left tit. She yelped loudly and went to cup it but I pushed it away with the same hand I used to chop it with. I grabbed a handful of her other breast and, still with one hand in her hair, flipped her kind of over my hip in a awkward side suplex. She hit the mat and was lying there shouting in pain, cursing under her breath.
"Mother fucker that hurt," she grunted, biting her lip to not make much noise; to not let on how much my little titty slam had hurt.
"It's only begun, sweetie," I said and lifted her up by the hair. I got her in like a front headlock, looks like a DDT hold, and backed her up into the turnbuckle.
The pads in my ring look kind of like a weird "C" shape, with the bottom C sticking our further for just such a move. When I ran her back into the hard, plastic pads I aimed her pussy at the hard bottom C tip that was pointing out into the ring. She yelped when she hit it; I saw her hand reach back to cup her crotch as the tip really hit her hard in the cunt. I backed up, clubbing her on the back with a forearm than pulling the hand she had been using to rub her pussy behind her back, like if she were being handcuffed, than charged her back into the pad again. She screamed louder, it must've hit her on the clit because she fell to her knees gasping and whincing. I lifted her up by her hair, wrapped my arms around her waist than hoisted her and dropped her crotch first across my knee in an inverted atomic drop. She swore LOUDLY, "Mother fucker!" which echoed across the small gym where other wrestlers in my league trained--thankfully it was ten p.m., after closing time so we were alone.

She fell to the mat and I lifted her again by her hair than flipped her up, like a body slam, but dropped her crotch first across the turnbuckle. The upper part of the "C" shaped pad, cracked loudly as it hit her pussy flush between the legs. She was crying loudly, holding her crotch but I pushed her hands away, shooting hard fists into her lower abdomen, just above her pubic area. She yelled with each hit and folded up almost in a fetal position on the turnbuckle. I pushed her legs back so they were hooked behind the top rope and shot about a dozen more punches at her abs and one final hard chop, almost an uppercut if you will, at her tit. This knocked it out of her sports bra and I quickly yanked it off over her head. My rules stipulate if any girl has a titty exposed, her opponent is not only allowed to remove her top; she's encouraged to.

She can't put up much of a struggle as she's winded from the blows but I peel it over her head as I'm standing on the bottom rope to get some leverage. I yank her arms back as they're caught in the clingy spandex material, and loop it around her wrists behind her back. With her heavy tits hanging in front of me fully exposed I begin slapping and pancaking them, grabbing one side than slapping my hand hard against it on the other side and squashing it than using both hands to crush it the way you'd crush silly putty or playdough.

I did this for five, maybe ten minutes, enjoying her screams. I'd pull one of her bumpy nipples, stretching it out, than slapping her tit HARD; seeing how far it would swing. After I got tired of this, I lifted one of her legs over to the other rope than drug her across it to the other turnbuckle as the callous rope burned her crotch. I balanced her on the top rope and bounced her up and down on it as she begged me to stop. I grabbed ahold of her thong that was still in her shorts and yanked on it hard as I bounced her on the top rope as she tried not to scream, shaking as she bit her lip while her eyes remained closed with little tears streaming down slowly.
I yanked so hard the flimsy white thong ripped. She screamed and kicked her feet, as if she could run away from sitting on the top rope. Fearing she might fall and break her neck I hopped up from the bottom rope and did my finisher a "shinning wizard," knocking her into the ring where she fell on her back. I straddled her chest and asked was she serious about doing anything to stop. She nodded and didn't hesitate to slurp on my white cock when I pulled it out of my speedos. She was good and was deep throating me before I even had to. Its usually hard to get me off orally but she was so good I didn't even feel the rush hit me as I unloaded into Heather's mouth. She greedily drank it down and than smiled up at me brightly.
"How did I do?" on the job interview for joining my league she meant. I took a minute to catch my breath and asked if she was available to work next Friday. I had another jobber, Kelly, who I was going to pit against Bertha & ATL. A black/white vs black/white and she smiled, "Absolutely Mr. Stone." I helped her up and untied her arms saying, "Just Stone and welcome aboard Honey," her new ringname.