The Bull Pen at Muscle Ranch I

The Tower Resort is located in Southern Nevada and consists of a number of hotel type structures located on the edge of the city. For the most part it’s a rather straightforward place at least as far as anything in Las Vegas is but one of the structures referred to as the Tower Building is set somewhat off to the side and it’s primary purpose is to cater to the unique tastes of the more sexually aggressive alpha types lesbians whose ultimate form of sport and sexual gratification .revolve around physical development and the pursuit of it’s ultimate objective, the physical act of fighting. They’re the type that are usually referred to as Bull Dykes or perhaps more appropriately just as Bulls and in the interest of servicing their objective they’ve established several loosely affiliated groups of like minded sisters with similar tastes.

With a history of provocation, confrontation and fighting Rhonda is very much one of these aggressive alpha types with a demonstrated propensity for this type of activity although her introduction to the semi secret world of arranged Dyke fighting didn’t occur until she was in her thirties. It had been in the form of an invitation to attend a privately arranged exhibition fight between a female named Eve and a male and when Eve prevailed she’d been totally overwhelmed. Never had she felt so stimulated either physically or sexually and when she’d discovered how well Eve had been rewarded for doing it and how much she’d enjoyed the experience she’d determined to become involved in it herself. Something which Eve had not only related to but had eagerly accommodated by becoming both her lover as well as the mentor who formally introduced her to the world of privately arranged extreme female prize fighting. It was also the process that introduced them to another female named Denise, the reigning Dione of this type of activity who purveys it to the select segment of the lesbian community that is attracted to it and can afford it. And it is in this capacity that she has also introduced them to two other alpha females, Alexis and Anna who are similarly inclined and equally determined to engage in it themselves. Refer to;

The Exhibition Fight, Rhonda vs Hollie
Alexis & Alex vs Anna & Henri

It is in regard to that attraction that they’d accepted each others challenge to fight the results of which both felt were inconclusive and as a consequence they’ve accepted Denise’s invitation to attend a very private semi-social soiree where under an enhanced set of circumstances they will be permitted to more freely engage with each other. It will be witnessed by a similarly minded group of physically aggressive alpha types lesbians of the type that appreciate such confrontations and it will take place at the Muscle Ranch where even the most extreme confrontations are not only acceptable but considered desirable.

Denise had described it as somewhat like the private fighting stables of ancient Rome where specially trained gladiators and gladiatrix’s performed for very select audiences. Located up in the foothills about 90 miles west of the city it had once been an old line resort that had fallen out of use. It was completely private though and the original building with it’s two wings of two stories had been perfect for her purposes. Even the amenities such as the pool and tennis courts had been maintained although neither of them would have much of an opportunity to use them, at least not this time and not that it mattered. The main attraction for them would be what would take place in the small amphitheater room on the lower level of the main building and taking another glance at the wide screen TV Rhonda resumed her contemplation of what that would be and what part of it they were to play in it.
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Their invitation to spend a long weekend among the more extroverted and overtly aggressive side of their sexual persuasion had suited them perfectly. Not that what they were here for couldn’t have been accommodated just as easily back in town but somehow having it out here seemed to remove any of the last lingering inhibitions that one might have about what was actually going to take place. They’d also been assured that instead of the more overtly voyeuristic spectator element that tended to patronize the Tower the guests would be the more dedicated, hard core types that actively involved themselves in fighting and spent a considerable amount of time and effort in the suitable arrangement of it..Simply put while they shared a visceral attraction to watching specially arranged exhibition fights between two physically capable and equally motivated big muscle butch’s their attendance is equally as much for the purpose of arranging a personal challenge with another big muscle bitch with similar inclinations and abilities. That would all take place later though and so far they’d been relegated to exploring the estate via the closed circuit TV in their room. A system which in itself was impressive extending to just about every corner of the estate all of which could be accessed by the press of a few buttons. It made for some interesting viewing especially the birds eye view of the guest rooms but in some ways that had just made it all the more exciting and reaching for the remote and punching in the code for the exercise room Rhonda waited for the screen to fill.

Not that there was much to observe, a couple of muscular butch’s still hitting the machines and another two engaged in some not so light sparring but mostly nothing and randomly selecting one of the guest rooms focused on the sight of two exceptionally buff females energetically wrapping themselves around each other on the bed. Pretty amazing she thought, not to mention voyeuristic but then looking up at the camera mounted on the wall above her wondered who might be exercising their curiosity with respect to Alexis and herself. Not that it mattered and anyway neither of them had any objection to being watched and selecting the on line guest register began perusing the descriptions of the guests and their companions and proteges who would be in attendance when it was time for Alexis to get into the pen with Anna.

And the guests themselves were pretty impressive she thought as she flipped through the pages. There was an individual page for everybody that would be present including explicit paragraphs describing vital statistics, physical characteristics and individual preferences of which not surprisingly a potential opponents racial identity seemed to be one of the most important. There were also links to some short action clips showing them in arranged fights with other muscular butch’s along with some photos of them in the buff posing their impressive physics for inclusion in the register. And aside from the pages that described herself, Alexis, Eve and Anna there was one for Sylvia and since she’d come to suspect that Denise considered her to be her personal representative in things related to what they were here for she’d spent a bit more time on it. Not that there was much to be gained by contemplating the implications of it now though and turning her attention to where a sweaty and stripped down Alexis was completing a series of crunch’s began contemplating the more immediate prospect of what the evening would bring.

Later

They’d been told that the evenings arrangements would feature a slightly different venue suggesting that it would be more of a club like atmosphere and that it would take place in one of the larger suites that had been specifically fitted out for it. They were also of the understanding that the card, as it was referred to, included a preliminary arrangement from a place in Southern California which would be provided via a secure TV link.. Something which aside from the obvious organization of it was in itself interesting with the promise of taking the experience to a whole new level. Of course by now both Rhonda and Alexis found anything that Denise was associated with to be well organized and interesting and in keeping with that and that the setting was supposed to be semi social or what passed for it she’d decided to wear a sleeveless bustier over a specially designed multi strapped thong and a pair of fluted booties while Alexis would be draped in a fighters short, red sleeveless robe and the Ranch’s version of Roman style fighting sandals. Then it had only been to wait and when the time arrived they’d made their way to the suite where the fight was to be held.

That was in one of the larger suites at the end of the hall. It had originally been a smaller version of the main party room but now while it still served much the same function, at least in some respects it had been modified to accommodate a relatively small octagonally shaped bowel like structure in it’s center that was used for the fighting. Surrounded by a series of elevated viewing platform and commonly referred to as the pen it was about 18 feet across at it’s floor level with three foot padded sides and topped by another two feet of ring rope tightly strung between eight external steel posts all of which made it perfect for the types of arrangements that it was used for.

Not including themselves there were about thirty which included guests, their companions and protege’s as well as a selection of the Ranch’s resident girls all of which appeared to be physically interchangeable with respect to the games they were there to play. And it did seem a bit more club like although with a certain Halloween-ish like twist to it with some wearing obscenely brief cocktail dress’s and others in some of the more vulgar Dykish fashions with the only common items being brief opera style masks and armbands with numbers on them that correlated with their individual pages in the on-line register. There was also some vaguely primitive music playing in the background and with a small crystal ball spinning over the center of the pen sending it’s multi colored points of light dancing around the dimly lit room several had coupled up to slow dance among the tables while others seemed to be in the process of physically exploring each others physics while they watched. Not that they had long to wait and before long Denise and Sylvia followed closely by Eve and Anna. swept into the room.

Moving easily among the tables acknowledging a relationship here and exchanging a quick kiss there Denise approached the side of the pen and pausing for a moment to give the assemblage the opportunity to admire her announced “Good evening” and as their rather guarded response swept back over her she motioned for their attention and somewhat rhetorically asked if they were ready for the fighting games to begin. This time their response was more directly explicit and with a short laugh she raised her arms and announced.

“Good, it’s always so much better when our pride of lioness’s are roaring to be fed” and waiting as they shifted around in their seats. “As is customary the games to be presented will to a significant degree replicate those that took place in the private arenas of ancient Rome. There is of course one notable difference and that is that the games you have come here to see will feature gladiatrix’s in lieu of the more common gladiator types. They are however the physiological equals of their ancient counterparts and the consequences of their arrangements can and sometimes do replicate the those of that earlier era”

Her comments were met with a subtle scraping of chairs along with an undecipherable murmur of comments but then with a short laugh she pointed to the super wide screen TV mounted on the far wall and announced.

“The first arrangement will be provided by our corresponding organization in Southern Calif and will be provided to us by a secure broadband link. It will feature an exciting black named Janine from South Africa and an equally exciting Hispanic named Rene from South America. Both are well qualified and experienced in what we’ve come to refer to as Bull Fighting. Or if you prefer” she added with a laugh, “Dyke fighting. In any case they’re eager to get at each other and more than capable of providing us with the erotic level of excitement that we’ve come to expect. The arrangement will be for two rounds the first of five minutes and the second until they are finished.” Her announcement was met with a subtle groan of enthusiasm along with a some jumbled murmurs of approval and then as they crowded closer she went on to say. “The second arrangement will place here between Alexis, an associate from the mid-west and Anna who is from Haiti. Both are well qualified and highly motivated and eager to get at each other with a first round being for ten minutes and again, the second until a winner has prevailed. And as usual both arrangements have been designed to include a special condition which will contribute to that unique level of stimulation that you’ve come to expect.”

Again there was some scraping of chairs and shifting about as the guests savored the description of the participants and of what they could expect to happen. For Rhonda though it was an opportunity to more overtly admire the tall and statuesque figure of Denise. Although she’d previously thought her to be more slightly built her long sleekly muscled arms, strong back and powerfully muscled dancers legs all showcased by a pair of heeled booties suggested a more substantial presence. That she was also wearing her short blond hair short in a flat topped brush cut with the sides swept back along the side of her head and wearing only a half bra and minuscule a tennis skirt only served to accent that impression. All of which again caused her to wonder how many “bull fights” she might have presided over in the past. Something she might wish to follow up on under more discreet circumstances she thought but then as Denise motioned to the far end of the room and the super wide TV flickered to life she turned her focus to what she was saying.

“You should note that the closed circuit connection serves both the fighting room in Southern Calif as well as the one here with the video and audio being transmitted simultaneously between both locations. This is intended to create an atmosphere much like a large shared room although after the fighting actually starts only the video will continue to be shared while in the interest of eliminating a needless distraction the audio from the non hosting location will be muted”

By the time she’d finished talking the video feed had stabilized and as the cameras began panning around the other room it seemed that there were about eighteen or so and listening to the conversational exchanges coming from the speakers it really did seem as if they were all in the same big room It also served to reinforce that what she and Alexis had viewed with Denise back at the Tower had not been a one off but apparently just one of the attractions of a much more wide spread organization. In any case it was an indication that it was about to begin and as the spectators at the remote location began shifting around a tall well muscled blond rose her seat and slipped into the pen causing the low level of conversation rumbling back and forth between the two locations to be replaced with just the clink of cocktail glass’s and the rapt attention of the assemblage.

“Good evening” she began. “And welcome to the fight room ” It brought a brief burst of laughter and a few appreciative catcalls and slowly pirouetting in the center of the pen to give everybody the opportunity to admire her she announced. “I’m Ann and I’ll be your fight mistress this evening.” It elicited another low rumble of approval and she went on to say “as usual those that elect to participate in the pen are females like yourselves who find fighting other females like yourselves exciting. Simply put it’s your “sport” of choice and you get off on it “ and pausing for a moment to let the appreciative murmurs die down pointed to two red robed females seated near the side of the pen. “The first of our premium fighting bitch’s is the black. She’s the proud and vicious Janine at 5'10" and 178. She has 15 inch biceps, 21 inch thighs and 14 inch calves. The second bitch is the strong and lusty Hispanic Rene at 5'9' and 173 with 14 and a half inch biceps, 20 inch thighs and 14 inch calves. They’ve fought before with Janine prevailing over Rene and now having spent considerable time preparing themselves for the challenge, both physically and physiologically they’ve elected to fight again They will fight tethered together with a ten foot length of light chain for two rounds, the first of five minutes and the second until one of them has managed to finish with the other. There will be no rules, restraints or interference. And as is customary the fighter that wins will receive the stipulated purse which will be augmented by 20% of the combined betting pool.” Pausing as both locations erupted in applause and shouts of approval the two slipped their short robes to the floor and stepped into the pen to join her.

This time the response was an unambiguous roar of approval and as a few of the spectators at the Ranch rearranged their seats Rene and Janine, their bodies previously oiled and gleaming under the single light over the pen began aggressively posing their imposing physics before raising an arm in salute and strutting in silent bravado around the pan. Interesting thought Rhonda as the spectators roars of approval and anticipation swept around her. Except for a thin leather belt around their waists, their rubberized protective masks, UFC type gloves and ring socks they were naked. And as for the oil, having had occasion to use it herself she knew it would not only make the actual physical contact more difficult but by virtue of the fact that it was laced with an astringent agent serve to aggravate their inevitable cuts and abrasions which would encourage their aggressiveness and help to ensure that the fight went full term. She liked it that they were using it though especially the way it accented their magnificently muscled bodies and again experienced the feeling that she’d been transported back to an earlier time when naked gladiatrix’s performed in the private arena’s of ancient Rome. She also found it thrilling that now like then their performance would be for the benefit of a small group of like minded females who were not concerned about the consequences. It was enough though and as the mistress raised her arm she turned her attention back the three in the pen.

She was also a big bitch and now wearing only a mask, a thong and fluted booties she was equally impressive. A strip of adhesive on her thigh and a fresh plaster on her cheek only partially covered by the mask also suggested a working familiarity with what she was there for.
As for the other two Rhonda thought the black a bit heavier. She was also more marginally muscular than the Hispanic. The both had the thick well muscled necks, broad shoulders and the well developed arms and wrists that were needed for fighting though which reminded her of Denise’s remark that there were those that just seemed to have been bred for it.

The chorus of cries for action were beginning to surge back and forth though and as the lights surrounding the pen dimmed the mistress motioned them to either side of her and producing a length of light chain attached an end of it to each of their belts. Finished she looked up at the now shadowed figures of the guests and as the light illuminating the pen changed to a series of bright red spots focused on it’s interior she stepped up and out through the gateway leaving the two that remained a chains length apart. Intoning from the shadows she said.

“If you find that all in readiness and you have no questions or objections” and as an impatient roar of approval erupted from the shadows she cried, “then let the fight begin.”

The pen was now bathed in a reddish glow with the shadowed figures crowding along the side taking on a more sinister character and as Janine and Rene begin their cautious maneuvering it reminded Rhonda of an underground dog fight with the black and the Hispanic representing pit bulls. The audio from the other location was still clearly audible though and with the spectators expressing stronger and even more explicit suggestions it felt even more as if they were all there together. So much so that when an older redheaded Harridan at the side of the screen began shaking her fist and screaming for Rene to “kill the fucking bitch” an increasingly excited Rhonda experienced a wave of sexual adrenalin surge through her. .

She was a bit premature she thought and as Rene suddenly lunged at her Janine used her right forearm to deflect her fist and hooked a solid left into the right side of her head. She also took the opportunity to jack her right ankle up between her legs and as a groaning Rene involuntarily crouched forward and crossed her arms over her groin she stepped back in and drove her right fist to the left side of her head. It had been a quick solid exchange and causing the spectators to erupt in an another roar of approval but this time as Janine backed away she wasn’t quite as quick and a suddenly furious Rene lunged into her hooking her left fist up into her right armpit. It prompted Alexis to murmur.

“Think this’ll go as far as the one we watched back at the Tower?”

“No” replied Rhonda then laughing softly “I don’t guess there’s probably enough money on it to make it worth their while to go there.”

This time the spectators response was more graphically explicit and Rhonda found herself comparing the ones she could see on the screen to those she was more familiar with at the Tower. Obviously pretty much the same types with obviously the same interests but there did seem to be some differences the most noticeable being the absence of the more voyeuristic element of the Arena Room. They were also more the type that she and Eve were familiar with from their crawling around in some of the more extreme lesbian fight clubs. The kind that were there to personally participate to one degree or another. It also tended to corroborate Denise’s comments about them being the essence of the more extreme elements of the underground female fighting scene which in turn caused her to wonder how far Alexis or Anna might be inclined to take it. Probably not as far as they’d like she guessed but since there wouldn’t be any restraints, consequences or interference they wouldn’t be inclined to pull any of their punch’s either. It was an interesting thought but seeing that Rene was working herself back closer to Janine she turned her attention back to the two pictured on the wide screen display.

It appeared as if Rene was going to try to use the chain first this time. Keeping it tight and moving to Janine’s left she forced her to keep turning but she still had a loop of it in her hand and as Rene suddenly tried to yank herself in closer for a quick shot at her head she met her with a short vicious chop to the side of her neck followed by a quick hop and a hard knee to her cunt. She also managed to hook her left fist up into Rene’s lower belly and as more of the spectators leaned out over the side screaming advice and shaking their fists she took advantage of the raucous roar of it and wrapping her left arm around Rene’s neck and wrestling her in against the side began driving a series of short, hard right punch’s into her face. Watching as the dark shadow of the blood suddenly began streaming from her nose and mouth Rhonda wondered if she might have been able to get it done right there but Rene managed to grasp her wrist with her left hand and using her left leg pushed the two of them away from the side. Janine still had her head locked beneath her arm but as they staggered away Rene managed to slip her right hand down behind her and reaching behind her legs and hooking her fingers into her nest began clawing at her genitals. Now as they staggered about both Janine and the spectators were howling, Janine from the fingers invading her sex and the spectators screaming for more but as she suddenly stumbled Rene released her wrist and swinging her left fist back into her vulva twisted her head out from beneath her arm.

As they moved apart both were gasping for breath. It had been a near thing, Janine knew she’d almost had her and she also knew she wanted to finish it and yanking on the chain and pulling Rene closer slammed her left fist into her right side. Not that it was all that effective but it gave her the chance to drive a glancing right fist at Rene’s head and as they again moved apart each was wiping at the blood now smearing their faces. There was still time left on the clock though and giving the chain a last vicious yank pulled Rene off balance and dropping the chain and crowding into her began to furiously batter her back against the side.

Each impact of Janine’s fists sent a spray of Rene’s bloody sweat splattering over spectators and as she listened to their bellowing screaming for Janine to finish her Rhonda wondered just how long it could go. Rene’s face was now a bruised and bloody caricature of what it had been at the start of the fight and as if to answer the question the mistress slipped back into the pen and began maneuvering herself between them. As she did Janine managed to drive a last roundhouse right to Rene’s head though and as she slumped semi-consciously against the side raised her arm in an arrogant display of her assumed superiority. She’d have her five minutes but it clearly suggested it wasn’t over. She still intended to kill the bitch and as the mistress unsnapped the chain and motioned her to the other side of the pen Rene’s second slipped in to straighten her up.
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“Should’ve tried to stay away from the side” Rhonda heard Alexis grump although she didn’t say it with much conviction..

“Maybe” replied Rhonda idly scanning the faces displayed on the TV screen. “That big black bitch’s still gonna do it to her when she gets back at her though ”

Alexis didn’t reply but as the jumble of conversation from the TV subsided Rhonda found her attention focusing on a few of those that were seated around her. She noticed that most, either due to the small confines of the room, the erotic spectacle of watching two naked females fight in a pen or the intimacy of their sisters muscular bodies had divested themselves of what little had been left of what they’d been wearing and most were already in the process of engaging in the sexual adventurism’s of the moment. They were mostly quiet about it though and turning to where Sylvia and Denise were sitting began contemplating the apparent triangle that was developing between them. It was obvious that they were competing for what Denise represented for them but they also knew it was the way they wanted it. They also knew there wasn’t much doubt about how they’d go about resolving it. They’d fight, one which Denise would arrange and as if reading her mind Denise turned and with her eyes never leaving Rhonda’s gently pulled Sylvia’s neck against her lips. The implications were clear, she wanted them to do it as much as they needed to do it and as her face began to flush Denise gave her a knowing smirk before turning back to Sylvia. There was no longer any doubt about how it would come about, only the outcome and it was obvious that all three of them welcomed it. It was exhilarating, the uncertainty was over, it would happen and with her face now flushed with excitement she turned to Alexis as she murmured.

“I’m guessin when I get done doing Anna Denise is going to set you and her together” and laughing almost to herself added with a lustful smirk, “and I’m also guessin it’ll just be the three of you for that.”

“Yeah” replied Rhonda and taking another deep breath, “but doing it all in just for her will be good, very good.”

Rhonda would.’ve liked to play with the thought of it a bit more but the five minutes were up and as the mistress slipped back into the pen she and Alexis turned their attention back to the TV and sight of the now mostly buff spectators as they crowded along the side. Pausing for a moment as they re-focused their attention on the three in the pen the mistress motioned Janine and Rene to either side of her and as each raised an arm in another gladiatorial style salute she attached the chain to their belts and slipped back out of the pen.

Even with the efforts of their seconds the evidence of the first round was still very much in evidence. Aside from Janine’s eye being almost swollen shut her split lips still dribbled blood and smears of it remained between her legs with another patch of it from the gouges on her breasts and arms. Rene also had the beginning of a swollen eye and a still bleeding nose along with a badly split lip and a score of severe scratches on her upper body and thighs. She seemed a bit less aggressive than before though and when the mistress motioned them back together she seemed inclined to back away as Janine tried to maneuver herself in closer. She could stay away from her only for so long though and with a quick feint to her head Janine shortened up the chain and grasping it closer to the Rene’s waist muscled her back against the side. She was still in too much of a hurry though and as her back hit the side Rene dropped into a crouch and hooked her fist up between her legs.

“Another good one” murmured Alexis approvingly almost to herself “now do it to the bitch’s face.”

As Janine clasped a hand to her groin and went down on her knee Rhonda thought it premature, again. She still had the chain in her hand and as Rene pushed herself up against the wall she struggled to her feet and letting it out whip-sliced the slack of it across Rene’s shoulder. It opened up a gash along the top of it and as Rene raised her hand and twisted to the side she charged into her and thrusting her right hand between her legs and grasping her neck with her left hand lifted her bodily away from the side and slammed her back first onto the floor. The suddenness as well as the brutality of it left the spectators momentarily speechless but then as Rene began frantically writhing about on the floor in an effort to avoid what she anticipated and with the spectators screaming advice or despair Janine gave a triumphant scream and threw herself down on top of her.

Their reaction was more subdued this time. As much as they were attracted to the fist fighting the close in fighting especially the physical contact of their bodies when they were on the floor was even more so and their reaction was a collective groan of approval as they watched and anticipated where it appeared to be going. Except for moving their chairs about to get a better view the reaction was similar at the Ranch. Amid the clink of cocktail glass’s and the ever present pall of bluish smoke wafting throughout the room their exchanges seemed more conversational again reminding Rhonda that the atmosphere was not all that different from an underground video fight club. As Rene frantically arched her back and tried to buck her off and Janine slammed herself back down onto her driving her back onto the floor they roared their approval and as their comments trailed off Janine paused for a moment to collect herself then partially rolling off of Rene slid her right arm beneath her right knee and wrapping the fingers of her left hand around her neck rolled her partially over onto her left side. Rhonda didn’t think that other than splitting the bitch’s legs it was going to work but then in a sudden surge of inspiration Janine released her hand from around her throat and sliding her left arm beneath her right shoulder wrapped it back across the front of her neck and forcing her even further onto her left side wedged her left knee beneath the small of her back. Tightening her arm and pulling head back beneath her left shoulder she gave it a sudden wrenching yank then pushing her left leg beneath her threw her right leg over her left and captured her left thigh between her legs She had her, there could be no escape and releasing her arm from around Rene’s right leg and with a further tightening of her left arm looked up at the spectators. Laughing at her show of success she raised her right arm with an lusty cry of pleasure began clawing her fingers into the now completely exposed and increasingly juicy thicket between Rene’s legs.

“Stupid” exclaimed Alexis as Rene’s strangled screams blended with the approving moans of the spectators.. “Could’ve had her on the floor and now she’s the one that’s gonna have to take it.”

“Yeah” muttered Rhonda appreciatively. “And it could be that bitch’s going to break something in the process.”

The directional mics positioned around the pen were now serving to amplify Rene’s gurgles, grunts and snorts all of which were encouraging the spectators to scream for a kill. A symbolic kill Rhonda guessed, or maybe not but it caused Janine to pause to catch her breath and then after looking up to acknowledge them and with another savage laugh she wrenched Rene’s back even further across her breasts. She was breathing heavily now though and as she loosened her arm from around Rene’s neck and her anguished moans again rose from the pen she formed her right hand into a fist and grinning up at the spectators began driving it into the now bloody thicket between her legs.

This time as Rene’s shrieks echoed throughout the room the spectators response was an audible sigh followed by a savage roar of approval and as Janine paused to again luxuriating in the feel of Rene’s body being bent even further around her own Rhonda guessed it was over and as she slowly and deliberately watched her cut off Rene’s air she knew she’d either lose consciousness or she’d break her neck, none of which seemed to matter to those that were watching. She’d lost and as an obvious slick began to spread along the inside of Janine’s thighs she took a deep breath and forcing herself to relax let the the fragrant odors of sex and cannabis sweep over her. Alexis would prefer the more extreme penalty but she was satisfied and experiencing a slight shiver of excitement let imagination begin to picture how it was going to be when it was between her and Anna next.