Jenny & Donna, part 4 - Playtoy By JobberJoe Former campus champ, Jenny, becomes a plaything for both Donna and pal, Linda The duly ordained match with Linda that Jenny could not, or would not, avoid this time was at hand. The cute little blonde peeled off her nylon warm-up suit to reveal a body hugging white leotard number that revealingly displayed her lean, lithe, athletic body. Linda was a gymnast, smaller than either Donna or Jenny, but all taut, sexy muscles and very coordinated. Though somewhat overshadowed by super jock , Jenny, Linda was generally regarded as the other "superb" female athlete at our school. Though I hadn't seen the match, Linda, like Donna a relative newcomer to wrestling, she'd only started wrestling matches this year, had lost to Jenny the only time they wrestled early in the season. But Jenny hadn't pinned her, and Linda reportedly had made the final score a respectable 8-4 with a late escape and takedown. She'd also decisioned new champ, Merrie, during the season, one of only two defeats, the other being a narrow loss to then champ, Jenny, Merrie had suffered all year. I'd watched her wrestle Merrie in their rematch in the intramural finals round, where Merrie avenged her early defeat with a decision victory; and, while Linda was inexperienced, she gave the future champ fits throughout with her quickness and agility and, particularly late, incredible endurance. And she was, as said, raring to go here, having been noticeably disappointed that my devastated goddess had forfeited their final, albeit ultimately meaningless, match. All of which made it all the more surprising to see Jenny show up here to wrestle her now.. Yes, Jenny, just a week ago the undefeated, seemingly invincible, two time intramural champion, now having twice tasted humiliating defeat and looking hopelessly overwhelmed by Donna in their leg grappling warm-up here. Her shoulders were slumped almost in resignation already as she got up to face off against the fiery little blonde. I tried to encourage her, exhorting, "you can get her champ;" but Jenny merely shrugged, while Donna chortled, "champ? funny, I don't see Merrie here;" and then, "oh, did you mean me, Joey?", as she looked right at me, smiling devilishly. I tried to ignore her taunting little monologue, but was careful to drop the "champ" reference when I called out to my goddess yet again, "GO Jen", and left it at that. They were facing off now, Liz dropping her hand and barking, "wrestle ladies". And right away, sadly, but not unexpectedly, given recent events, I realized there was little "GO" left in my humbled Goddess. Linda gained a quick advantage with a nimble leg sweep and single leg takedown inside of 30 seconds, with Jenny falling awkwardly to her back, but twisting over quickly to avoid a predicament. So there was Liz, standing over Jenny, on all fours, while Linda established quick control with a tight waist ride, intoning, "2 points takedown, Linda". And it was sadly just the beginning of another humiliating day on the mats for the former champion. Jenny, looking spiritless and discouraged, and shockingly inept, made several half-hearted attempts to escape, the first a tentative stand-up, blocked by Linda hooking her near leg; and following that failed effort was a sloppy sit out reversal attempt stifled easily and nearly converted into a 2 point predicament by Linda as she pulled my writhing goddess back to her. Then, when Liz announced, "20 seconds or so, Ladies", and with Jenny looking more and more discouraged and lying face down on the mat while Linda worked a half nelson, the perky blonde, easing up and letting Jenny struggle up to all fours again, somewhat tauntingly chided my struggling classmate, "come on girl, show me some fight" Jenny, with a soft groan, tried another sit-out, but Linda hooked her arms with hers and easily pulled her down. Suddenly, Jenny was on her back, survival instincts kicking in as Linda corralled her head and dropped over her for the pin. Jenny bridged up, feet kicking at the mat, groaning loudly as the fiery blonde smothered her head and shoulders. I couldn't tell for sure, but I thought her shoulder blades were flat on the mat as her bridge slowly collapsed; and once again I felt I was about to cum as I anticipated another humiliating defeat by pin for my goddess. Yet, as Liz somewhat slowly dropped down to slap the mat, Donna suddenly called out, "times up, I think, Liz;" and the gangly frosh instead tapped on the marauding blonde's shoulders and announced, "first round's over, Linda". And then she announced, " that's a 3 point near fall. score is now 7 Zero, Linda, at the end of round 1" Jenny was saved, if barely from an embarrassing first round fall, but really all it did was prolong the agony and further her humiliation; and she was plenty humiliated as it were. With Jenny rolling slowly up to all fours after the near fall; and staying with head down on the mat, winded and sweaty and generally looking every bit a beaten young woman already, Donna decided Linda and Jenny should play their match out before the two of us resumed our match. Linda, of course, was only too eager to continue; Jenny just groaned softly and trudged on all fours to the center circle, waiting there with head down, shoulders sagging, a pitiable, broken and very forlorn looking figure. Liz looked a little uncertain as to who should start the second round in the up position; but Donna , seeing Jenny already on all fours, laughingly added, "looks like Jenny is down for round 2, really down, hah hah." I thought I saw a little shudder ripple through my disheartened goddess, and I hoped against hope that maybe Donna's cruel little digs would wake her up, motivate her to battle back. But I was wrong. Linda got into the up position, eager, left hand at Jenny's near elbow, right arm slung around the older girl's waist; waiting for Liz's signal to start. Poor Jenny never even raised her head. Liz gave the signal and quickly Linda broke her down again to the mat. Jenny made one half hearted attempt to get back up to her knees, only to have Linda, maybe 10 to 15 pounds lighter than my classmate, easily arm drag the bigger brunette back down after Jenny had gotten only halfway up. And Jenny spent the rest of that round either face down on the mat, or struggling listlessly off her back while Linda, with some coaxing from Donna, practiced her pin holds, the lithe little blonde muscling my adored goddess of a classmate around like a mighty amazon playing with a weak little girl. It was sad to see, complete humiliation for Jenny, but strangely, or perhaps not so strangely given what happened during Jenny and Donna's tourney match, perversely arousing for me watching. I once again found myself with a raging hard-on, my unruly member bulging out slightly even against its double jock restraints; and I bit my lip, trying to stave off the sensations, wondering how long I could hold out as Linda soon rolled Jenny over with a half and arm bar, scoring a 2 point predicament before Jenny managed to twist to her stomach. Then the feisty little blonde moved almost immediately into a far cradle hold, this time holding the weakly kicking brunette in a near fall position for nearly 10 seconds, seemingly able to pin my broken, enfeebled classmate whenever she chose. She deliberately released that pin hold, despite Jenny's virtual non-resistance. She was clearly toying with Jenny on the mat, while Donna was messing with the older brunette's dazed, confused mind, taunting her, "come on, wimpy girl, can't you get out of that?" even as she laughingly suggested more moves to put on the humiliated beauty being mauled on the mats before my watery eyes. Had I not just seen Jenny meekly succumb to Donna in the leg grappling warm-up, not to mention the impromptu pin that followed, I would have been shocked to see how far she'd fallen since running out of gas in overtime against Donna a week ago. Now it was merely sad, yet disturbingly arousing, to see her so meekly succumb to the quick and lithe smaller blonde. Liz held up 3 fingers after Linda tauntingly released her cradle hold, leaving Jenny rolling to her stomach, lying there weakly resisting while the blonde hellcat straddled her trembling tawny body, enjoying the feeling of being in total control of my startlingly submissive brown haired classmate. Liz ran back through her mind, trying to tally a score and Donna helped her out, laughingly chirping, "that's 12 Zero, Linda, whoo heee, you're killing her, girl". And that she was, poor Jenny a mere play toy for the fired up gymnast turned newest "goddess slayer" by this point. Linda then let Jenny struggle up to a trembling, tentative crouch on all fours, Jenny totally wrung out, sweating, breathing hard from her futile writhings off her back. Then the domineering little blonde snaked her sleek, slender legs inside Jenny's larger, darker thighs and drove forward forcibly, shoving Jenny's pretty face down against the grimy mat surface. Jenny gave little resistance save a weak moan of weary despair as Linda grabbed her near arm with her leg still locked inside of Jenny's and pulled my hapless Goddess over into a suck back pin hold. Jenny's beautiful body thrashed wildly for a few seconds as she strained to keep her shoulders off the mat, Linda almost leisurely taking her time, cinching up the arm hold, and all the while using her slim, but tautly muscled legs to stretch poor Jenny out further and further while Jenny's shoulder blades inched ever closer to the mat. Then, just as Linda's tawny "girl toy" started to go limp in meek, total surrender, the foxy Junior blonde eased up the pressure, letting poor Jenny tilt over out of immediate pin danger as Liz ritually announced, "3 points near fall, score is now 15 to zero, Linda". Poor Jen just lay there on her side, tears and sweat streaking down her tanned face while Linda straddled her, taking a short breather until Liz announced, "half a minute ladies." With that inducement, Linda went to work again, snaking her leg back between a now totally unresisting Jenny and this time pulling her back in a real guillotine hold. Poor Jenny, as I had been earlier in the week in Donna's clutches, and, of course, several times during wrestling season by chief tormentor, JJ, was quickly bent back like a pretzel, Linda holding her in that agonizing position, her shoulders hovering inches off the mat, and deliberately held there by her blonde tormentor for a good 20 seconds or so until Liz announced the round over. Holding up 3 more fingers, Liz she announced, "that's another 3 point fall, score is now, let's see. 18 to Zero, Linda", to which Donna chirped, "geez, kiddo, you're a regular mathematical genius; didn't know you could count that high." I'd seen enough, all these verbal jabs, and physical humiliation being heaped on my adored goddess making me get up off my butt and start to stand up, intending to go pry Jenny away from the raging blonde to spare her any further humiliation, saying, "okay, you win, Linda, just let her be now." Suddenly, Donna snapped with some venom at me, "hold on there, bucko," as she quickly darted over, grabbing me from behind in a full nelson before I could get off my knees. Caught by surprise, I writhed uselessly as Donna, really cinching it down, shoved my head forward and held me immobilized in her surprisingly strong grip. Here I had thought all of her strength was in her thighs; but I was wrong. She had some serious biceps development to go along with those powerful legs and, of course, a general kick-ass attitude. And she soon had me crawling, head down, right toward Linda and Jenny at mat center; with Donna muscling me along from behind and still with that wickedly effective full nelson cinched in. Releasing her nelson when we were only a couple feet from Linda, poised on all fours in the center circle, and an all used up Jenny kneeling next to her and listlessly draping one exhausted arm around the blonde; Donna grabbed me by the hair, making me yelp in quick pain, as she spun me around and immediately pulled my head between her full thighs. Before I could even think of escaping, the warm supple muscles in those heavenly thighs had grown taut and punishing, my head ringing as I looked down at her feet, her calves bulging while she pushed up on the balls of her bare feet for maximum leverage while squeezing her man-killer thighs around my head. I thrashed desperately, but to no avail, growing quickly lightheaded and faint. I felt my head was about to burst when the young femme fatale finally, mercifully, eased up the pressure in her taut, scissored legs, laughing as I dropped light headed and dazed in a crumpled heap at her feet. She and Liz each grabbed one of my hands and drug me to the edge of the mat. I was still really groggy from Donna's punishing head scissors and lay weakly on one hip, staring out at the two sweaty beauties still out on the mat while Liz gave the long delayed signal to start the 3rd round. Though my vision was still cloudy, I could see Linda jump up in a dizzying blur, easily shredding Jenny's weak grasp as Liz signaled "1 point escape". Then it was Linda, showing no fear of the broken, meek and cowering wreck of a once great champion slumped before her, stepping up to Jenny's slumped shoulders and daring poor Jenny to try to take her down. Even in my groggy state, I ached for my poor, devastated goddess of a classmate as she meekly wrapped her trembling arms around Linda's sleek, planted legs, making but feeble, half-hearted attempts to upend the fiery little blonde before Linda stepped back, reached down and easily flung poor Jenny over to her back. Liz held up two fingers, announcing, "2 point takedown;" and then she dropped next to the weakly writhing brunette while Linda held Jenny in a cross body pin position, deliberately pulling up and lifting one of Jenny's plastered shoulders just as Liz was ready to slap the mat to signify a pin. Liz, from her knees, now announced, "and that's 3 point near fall", while Donna did the math this time, chortling, "and that's 24 zip for Linda.""Way to go, Blondie, you just bashed through the 20 mark!," she then crowed; while Linda, in full school girl pin position now, straddled the feebly moaning brunette, laying Jenny's limp arms behind her head but keeping the edge of her knee propped under one of Jenny's shoulders to forestall a pin, for the moment at least. >>From behind Linda now, Donna got into the act just a bit by roughly grabbing and spreading Jenny's luscious dark legs. Usually surging with steely power, the slack muscles in her awesome thighs and full calves were now quivering with rubbery exhaustion as poor Jenny just lay there submissively, beautiful body spread-eagled, arms draped limply behind her head. She had surrendered completely to the aggressive, hard bodied little blonde, if not well before then to saucy Donna; and she could only whimper and shudder as Liz finally, and in this case mercifully, dropped down, checked Jenny's well plastered shoulders, and slapped the mat signifying the fall.. I was feeling less woozy now and tried to get up to help Jenny, who was just lying there, completely wasted and whimpering softly, off the mat; only to have Donna, who was busy holding Linda's hands up in victory and giving her a big hug, wheel sharply around and bark at me, "stay out of this, Joey, we can take care of her!" Surprised at the harsh tone in her voice, and disgusted at myself for almost meekly complying with her shrill warning, I hunkered down and watched as Donna and Linda, each grabbing an arm, drug their limp playtoy, Jenny, to the side of the mat. Linda moved away at that point, grabbing a towel to wipe off her glistening body; but Donna lingered over my whimpering, still totally submissive goddess, coolly kicking Jenny's wondrous dark legs out to wide spread-eagles yet again, and kneeling down next to Jenny's fitfully heaving chest while she pushed the sexy older brunette's arms back behind her head yet again. I could see Jenny's liquid brown eyes looking meekly up at the sexy, sultry Freshman beauty, her watery gaze one of a haunted, beaten down animal pleading for mercy. Donna, merely smiled down at her, then sweetly commented, "my my, little weak, pathetic has-been Jen, you are a sight to see; and so sweaty and ucky, uggggh; here, let me help you breathe a little better." With that, Donna coolly reached down and pushed the clingy, wringing wet T-shirt of Jenny's up the gentle slopes of Jenny's smallish breasts. I heard poor Jenny gasp audibly, but otherwise lie meek and compliant, totally submissive to the younger brunette hovering over her, as the sweaty red fabric brushed across her nipples at the peak of her firmly jutting breasts. And then they were fully uncovered, the small, firm ivory orbs jutting skyward before my astonished eyes as Donna moved behind her head to roughly tug the T- shirt all the way off Jenny's draped arms. I continued to stare at the now stripped to the waist vanquished goddess lying on the mat, hating myself, but unable to resist feasting my eyes on the stiff swollen nipples poking up from her white mounded breasts. I was not that experienced with women at the time, but I did realize various signs of sexual arousal in a female. And Jenny's light chocolate colored nipples, huge and tautly erect, definitely signaled some deep down arousal taking over the defeated body of my alluring classmate. Donna, seeing the excitement as well, but hardly seeming surprised, coyly reached over Jenny's face and lightly tweaked one of those swollen dark nipples between her index finger and thumb, pulling gently on the trembling, fleshy nub; while poor Jenny, beside herself, shuddered and gasped in heated response. And, needless to say, I almost came in a violent rush at the whole incredible sight. But Donna let loose of the succulent nub soon enough; and Jenny and I both stopped just short of sensual oblivion in the intervening moments; though even two jockstraps, now loosened up with sweat and pre-cum, and stretched by my unruly dick, could no longer conceal my full- blown erection. I was hard as a rock, bulging out against the dark fabric of my wrestling singlet as I self-consciously, if unsuccessfully, tried to straighten and conceal my bulging member. Donna merely laughed. Looking at me trying to re-adjust my bulging singlet, and then down at spread-eagled, bare chested Jenny, her ivory orbs firmly jutting, brown nipples hard, swollen and twitching with sexual fever, and smirked, "you two losers are the same; you both get off on getting whupped, or, in the case of Joey over there, watching his beloved Jenny get whupped by better women as well." "Sheesh, what a couple pathetic wimps you two are," she continued; and then, "of course, I knew already, watching my boyfriend tear you apart, that you were pretty much a loser and wimp, Joey." "But you girlie,", she added while staring straight down at the quietly gasping, spread-eagled Jenny, you I expected more of; super jock my ass!" Jenny and I, two thoroughly dominated, "pathetic wimps", to use Donna's description, both just lay there, meekly taking in the verbal jabs and humiliation being heaped on our sorry persons. Jenny's torment, being worked over by both Donna and Linda, and then stripped to the waist and sexually teased by the domineering young brunette, was over, or so I thought. However, even though I really longed at that point to just slink out of that room to lick my wounds; somehow, deep down, I knew Donna wasn't through with me quite yet. And I was right. (to be continued)