Donna and Jenny, Part 2; "The Birthday Party"
by Jobber Joe



NOTE- This is the continuing sequel to a multi-part story I posted in Dec 2004
and January 2005 at this site. For those who have not read those stories, they
are posted in "Miscellaneous Stories 16 and 17" (last installment:
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc17/jennydonna7.txt) under the general
title, "Jenny and Donna". In the earlier stories, Joey, himself a collegiate
wrestler, related the "agony" of watching his goddess of a classmate, Jenny,
an intramural wrestling champion at their college, go down to defeat for the
first time ever at the hands of a younger, stronger wrestler named Donna.
Later stories in that earlier series relate the trials and travails that both
Joey and Jenny go through at the hands of Donna and her friends following
Jenny's first fateful defeat. The first part of a long delayed sequel, titled
Donna and Jenny, part 1, is posted in "Miscellaneous Stories 18" and relates
how the former champion Jenny attempts a wrestling comeback at a summer
tournament. This is the second part of the sequel.

Joe (jobberboy2002@yahoo.com).

The invitation came out of the "blue", in a square envelope, no return
address; there was the standard issue, "Come to my Party," printed on the
cover. Inside was the real surprise, a color photo of my fallen goddess,
Jenny, dressed in what looked like skimpy thigh high silk pajamas. She was
kneeling on a tiled bathroom floor, what looked like a cheap white hotel towel
in hand; and she was wiping down the most incredible pair of legs I'd ever had
the privilege of ogling. They were Donna's legs, no mistaking those smoothly
muscled beauties, even though the young woman who'd just stepped out of the
shower and was standing over my kneeling former classmate was shot from
mid-thigh down. I guess whomever took the picture figured they'd get it past
the g-rated photo developing place that way, if barely. I mean poor Jen was
half naked herself, only that thin, translucent teddy covering her beautiful
body while she apparently willingly wiped down those incredible legs. By this
time I had sank back into the nearby sofa, still staring at that damn picture
even as, quite predictably and unavoidably, my ever unruly member hardened and
stiffened beneath its denim restraints.

It took me awhile to even getting around to reading the actual invitation, my
palms sweaty, pulse racing as I read Donna's scribbled words, "Dear Joey, if
you can get past staring at my legs, Hee hee___" Damn she knew me, or at least
my weaknesses, too well! The handwritten note continued, "I'd like you come to
my birthday party this Saturday evening. Should be fun. We have a few
surprises, some really crazy things in the works. Don't disappoint me, make
plans to be there, Love, Donna."

Funny, thinking about it now, but the last line almost sounded more like a
command than a friendly invitation. I mean Donna and I weren't exactly close
friends. We'd only met up close and personal a couple times, and both weren't
exactly comfortable situations for me as I so painfully, and clearly,
remembered. There was the incident after PE class, with Donna goading me into
a quick romp on the workout mats, and promptly taking advantage of an
unfortunate raging boner to put me on my back; and, of course, the follow-up
twin humiliations Jenny and I both suffered, thanks to Donna and friends, in
the wrestling room a week or so later. But that all happened what seemed like
ages ago, though it was really only the previous spring. The only other time
I'd really seen Donna up close was when she came up to me after Jenny's defeat
by Tonia in the summer tournament and left me squirming uncomfortably yet
again as I sat in the stands semi-distraught over another humiliating loss by
the former campus wrestling champion. There was something about having those
deadly man-killer legs too close to me, and she had them jammed right up
between my legs that particular day, was what it was mostly all about. Like
now, for instance, with this disturbing, if undeniably titillating, little
snapshot. Yet I gotta admit I was almost hooked even though the sane part of
me was saying, "stay away, stay FAR AWAY from his girl."

At the bottom of the note, she had added the time and place, 6 PM, her house,
giving the address. I'd never been there, but had heard it was a pretty nice
place; definitely not the usual undergraduate digs. Donna's folks had money,
and flaunted it, reportedly buying a nice, convenient campus area house just
so Donna could have all the creature comforts of home as she freely spent
their money while she was away at school. There was a "PS" down at the bottom,
"Isn't little Jen adorable in this pic? And HOT? Guess she got some enjoyment
from the summer tournament after all, hee hee." And then, "don't you wish it
was you down on your knees toweling off my legs in this picture, instead of
Jen?" I wasn't gonna touch that last question, even as I wrestled with its
hidden meaning.

And at first I certainly thought I had no intention of going to that damn
party. But it kept gnawing at me the rest of that day and evening, and on into
the next day, which was Wednesday. That night, before I called in my RSVP, I
got up the nerve to call Jenny. My former classmate lived clear across town
and I hadn't even seen her since watching her get pinned by the big blonde,
Tonia, up in that summer tournament a couple months back. Oh I'd tried calling
a few times, but always got her answering machine, until that Wednesday night.
I was somewhat surprised when a real voice, Jenny's, answered the phone; so I
kind of stammered, "oh, hi Jenny, was just calling to see what you knew about
Donna's party." "Oh that," she quickly responded, then, "you know about it,
Joey?" "Yeah, she sent me an invitation;" I didn't mention the picture. Jenny
didn't sound surprised at all, and didn't say anything about the picture
either, if she even knew about it, flatly adding, "yeah, well I'm going to be
there, Joey, was kind of hoping you could make it there too." "You're going
then?" I asked hopefully, then, pressing, "well maybe we could go together?" I
was somewhat stunned when she quickly, almost irritatingly answered, "NO,
Joey, I'm not going to be your date." "No, I meant___." She didn't even let me
finish the sentence, repeating, "NO, Joey, just leave it at that." But then
softening, she added, "I'll see you there, okay?" I mumbled, "yeah sure," just
before I heard the click as she hung up on me.

Despite Jenny's almost rude snub at the end of our phone conversation, I was
still smitten with her; and I was double hooked, by Donna's strange, almost
demanding, invitation, not to mention the undeniable allure of those
incredible legs of hers; and, secondly, by Jenny's presence at the same party.
I had to find out what was going on between them. Like everybody else, I'd
heard the rumors, seen some signs of a strange and troubling, not exactly
equal, relationship, between the two former wrestling foes; but deep down
didn't want to believe most of them. I told myself that maybe, just maybe,
Jenny and Donna had gotten together by pure chance the evening that shower
scene was captured on camera, and almost ritually I assumed it was in a hotel
room, probably after that summer tournament up in the big city. They'd both
been there on the final day, Jenny watching, according to friend Todd's
account, Donna win the women's title by pin in the final match against an
outclassed redhead. Of course, my over-active brain rationalized, they'd
probably been drinking, dismissing the obvious fact that Jenny was only an
occasional drinker, if that. But maybe she'd gotten sloshed, drowning her
sorrows after her disastrous return to the wrestling mats; and maybe Donna was
sloshed for all those other happier reasons, winning the tournament trophy and
all. And then probably things got a little wild later. It could happen, though
deep down I kind of sensed it wasn't that simple, or innocent. In any event, I
couldn't NOT GO. I got up the nerve to call Donna about ten minutes after
Jenny hung up on me, told her I was coming to her party, only half believing
my own voice actually, but saying it anyhow. She chirped from the other end of
the line, "Hey great, Joey, be there 6 PM sharp, okay?" Again, it seemed
almost like a command, that 6 PM sharp comment, but I shook my head, thinking,
"get a hold of yourself, guy, you're reading way too much into this."

I wasn't, reading too much into it, that is, HARDLY! I showed up at the
appointed time, somewhat nervously fingering the small wrapped present I'd
brought for the birthday girl as I rang the doorbell. It wasn't much of a
present, a second hand puka shell necklace I'd had lying around my apartment
for a couple years; don't even know where it came from. But what do you buy a
girl who has practically everything, and that you barely know, or really even
like, even if you can't help ogling her fantastic legs and obsessing about all
the rest of her as well? Besides, I was working part-time and taking graduate
courses part-time; and I wasn't exactly flush with cash. So second hand puka
shell necklace it was.

The door opened, and the first surprise hit me like a shot between the eyes.
There I was blinking at one tanned, voluptuous body, clad only in high riding
cut-off jeans that showed plenty of big, beautiful, strangely damp and
glistening thigh, and a bare midriff sleeveless cotton T-shirt. The blue eyes
twinkling back at me nearly at my eye level were those of the big, beautiful
blonde, Tonia, dampened hair swept back wildly, looking like she'd been
partying hard for some time already. She was the one who'd overpowered and
pinned poor Jen in the final round of that one tournament match I'd watched
this past summer. She held out her hand, gripping mine, her grip firm, but not
terribly so, just nice and warm and wonderful, smiled sweetly, chirped, "hey,
you must be Joey___ heard a lot about you, come on in." Then, taking the small
wrapped present from my other hand, she wheeled around on those long, full
stemmed beauties, and added, "hey, thanks, I'll take the present to our
Birthday Girl, I'm sure she'll love it. Follow me, Joey." And then, "I was so
glad Donna gave me a call and I could come down here for her party; It's gonna
be fun." From the looks of her, all wet and wild, the fun had already begun
for some. Little did I know then what fun she, and others, had been having.

I also didn't know how she was so sure I was Joey, and I really wasn't sure
how she'd heard "so much about me"; nor was I able to place a connection as to
how Tonia and Donna got to know each other. From all appearances, namely
Donna's brief conversation with me up in the stands after Tonia had pinned
Jenny, I had assumed she and Tonia had never met. Obviously, they knew each
other now, though.

My head was swimming with all sorts of questions, and I was seriously doubting
my sanity as well for even being there. But to tell you the truth, I really
couldn't bring myself to rationally ask any of these questions; and even
though a small part of my brain was screaming at me, "you don't need to be
here, Joey, leave NOW," the bigger part of me just couldn't tear away from
this thing just then. For one, I was almost certain Jenny was there someplace,
and secondly, at that precise moment, I really couldn't help staring at, or
following, that big beautiful blonde. She led me through the dimly lit hallway
of the spacious old home, and I must admit I almost too eagerly followed her.
Even in the dimly hit hallway, I could see why poor Jenny had had her hands
full when they wrestled. I mean this chick was "built", not terribly athletic
looking as I'd already noted during their wrestling match; but she had an
incredibly sexy and strong looking body, perfect sized, firmly jutting
breasts, full, but not overly big, rounded hips, long, shapely legs with full,
firm thighs, and I'd caught a brief glimpse of her bared tummy when she first
opened the door, and her abs were tanned and very toned as well, and
glistening in the dim light. She took care of that fabulous body; and just by
the way she walked and carried herself you could tell Tonia knew she was "hot
stuff", had to know guys like me loved to ogle that luscious body, and that
she could probably handle herself around most any man, or woman.

We moved into the living room, and there was Donna, looking as stunning as
ever, sipping a glass of red wine and holding court among a small group, maybe
a half dozen or so, of sorority chick types and a couple guys I didn't
recognize, probably some fraternity boys. Donna was dressed rather
conservatively, for her, in a blue and red warm-up suit, and, like Tonia, she
looked strangely sweaty and a little flushed, like she'd been just finished a
workout in fact. I couldn't figure it out exactly, but again didn't ask. I sat
down somewhat nervously in a lounge chair across from Donna while she quickly
opened my small present, clucked appreciatively at its contents, and then
smiled sweetly at me, saying, "hey thanks, Joey, for the necklace," while she
immediately put it around her glistening neck. She added, "guess I didn't get
around to telling you, NO PRESENTS, in your invite; but that's okay. It's a
cheap little necklace, but kinda cute; and I appreciate the thought anyhow,
Joey." I nodded, almost tongue-tied in her presence.

Donna went on chatting idly with her assembled Greek buddies while I glanced
around the room, looking for familiar faces, seeing none. There was no JJ, my
old nemesis from the wrestling team; the guy who'd relegated me to JV in my
senior year no less. He and Donna had been an item for quite a while, though
I'd heard they were still friends, but no longer really a dating couple.
Anyhow, much to my relief, he was nowhere in sight; but neither was Jenny,
who'd all but told me she was going to be there, even if she'd shut the door
on any hint of us going as a couple. And Liz, Donna's best friend, wasn't
anywhere to be seen either, nor Linda, the little blonde gymnast turned
wrestler who'd also tormented Jenny that memorable, and humiliating, day back
in the wrestling room. And I half expected to see Randi, the sleek leggy
cheerleader who'd, by all accounts, given Jenny quite a surprising test before
Jenny took the decision win when they'd wrestled up at that tournament a
couple months back. Donna had pretty much claimed responsibility for what
little wrestling skill the slender bimbo possessed at the time as I recall.
But Randi wasn't there, or anywhere in sight at least, either. And Tonia,
after darting into the kitchen to grab a beer and leave it on the table next
to me, was gone somewhere else as well.

Somehow this didn't seem quite right. But more than a few answers were
forthcoming, and soon. For one, I finally became aware of some noises, shouts
and cheers and stuff, from the general direction of what must have been the
basement. I figured a few of the guests were down playing pool or ping pong or
something. In any event, there were clearly others in the house; maybe Jenny,
Linda, Randi, Liz, and Tonia too, were down there. Little did I know the whole
story then; but, as said, I was about to find out a few answers to many
nagging questions, and then some.

Donna was talking to me again. She may have been talking for some time before
that for all I know; for I was in a fog, it barely even registering to that
point that Tonia had fetched that beer for me before disappearing. Finally I
heard her, though, "hey, earth to Joey, come on, guy, connect up here, take a
sip, loosen up a little." I turned my head her way, her voice continuing to
slice through the fog that was my brain, "hey, Joey, the crazy stuff is about
to begin, call it the appetizer before the main event." I looked at her
quizzically. She caught my dumb stare, coyly adding, "well we'll barbeque some
hamburgers later, maybe quite a bit later, but first we got a little surprise,
Joey."

I was probably still staring dumbly, and now nervously taking a few big gulps
from my beer, by the time the surprise, or rather surprises, walked into the
main room. First it was Liz, also quite sweaty and satiated from whatever
strange workout these girls were participating in, the slender, freckle faced
girl carrying a small black gym bag which she placed next to Donna, who was
still lounging on one side of the sofa. Then, as I stared incredulously, Linda
and Randi came out together, both wearing shorts and tank tops, the dark
haired cheerleader leaning heavily on the cute little blonde. Linda looked
like Donna and Liz, sweaty but pleasantly satiated, but poor Randi, drenched
in sweat, looked "all used up", those beautiful long sleek legs almost
wobbling as she leaned into Linda for support, her firm tits heaving through a
soaking wet, white cotton top. I swallowed hard, took another big gulp of
beer, and couldn't help noticing that my every unruly member was rock hard and
bulging up against the crotch of my pants already. And it only got worse; the
big blonde, Tonia, swinging into view next, cradling my sexy as hell former
classmate, Jenny, also in sweat drenched tank top and shorts, in one arm as
they moved toward Donna and the others. Poor Jen was "all used up as well,"
her light brown legs, like Randi's sleek pair, wobbling noticeably as she
fairly clung to the big blonde, apparently for support.

I'd gulped down my first beer, wanted desperately to soothe my cotton mouth
with another, but didn't dare move, my raging boner keeping me glued to the
lounge chair, self-consciously crossing my arms above my crotch in a lame
attempt to hide the obvious. I was only slightly soothed by taking a quick
glance around and seeing that among the handful of guys in the room most
appeared to be sporting, or in the process of developing, hard-ons as well.
Another beer had appeared at my table, courtesy of Liz, who'd no doubt sensed
my distress, and darted to the kitchen for reinforcements. I began gulping it
down as first Linda, then Tonia, moved up and unceremoniously dropped their
clearly wasted girls at Donna's feet. The two blondes merely let go of Randi
and Jenny, but both worn out beauties, whether planned or not, found it only
too easy to sink immediately to their knees.

And Donna was standing up in front of them now, a big smile plastered across
her youthful, radiant face. I could tell she was enjoying this strange little
scene immensely, as were most of her buddies. Me, I was still in a fog, and
the hastily swigged first beer had very little to do with my numbed state of
confusion. I looked around me, my eyes swimming as there were now maybe 15 or
20 people all packed into the living room. I wondered where they'd come from
all of sudden, only put it together some time later that these others, the
non-sweaty folks at least, mostly sorority type chicks, a couple more guys
joining the group, must have been the ones whooping it up down in the
basement. I blinked in amazement as the devilishly sexy new campus mat goddess
slowly peeled her warm-up pants down and off, dropping them on the sofa behind
her, revealing those incredible legs, dried up sweat trails tracing down the
full, firm thigh muscles. She had on a pair of silky, day glo pink short
shorts, the whole effect of that bright pink fabric contrasting with her
tanned, gorgeous legs holding my rapt attention all over again. She coolly
looked down at the two kneeling beauties at her feet, quietly asking, "You two
little bitches ready for this?" Quick anger rose in me as I heard her
callously refer to Randi and Jenny as 'bitches", but I seethed silently,
frozen in my chair. They had each just been kneeling there quietly, still
breathing hard, Randi weaving a little unsteadily, Jenny trembling slightly.
Both had their heads down, chins almost touching their heaving breasts. Randi
looked up immediately, liquid green eyes fixed on the birthday girl above her,
meekly nodding her head, stammering, "yes" to Donna's caustic question. Jenny
nodded her head mutely, but didn't look up and didn't say the magic words
apparently.

Donna wasn't amused, in a quick rage moved forward, her big, powerfully
muscled legs encircling Jenny's lowered head in an instant. Jenny cried out
almost fearfully, and squirmed half-heartedly, but otherwise made no serious
effort to try to wiggle free as Donna rose to the balls of her bare feet,
squeezing hard, her thighs bulging, almost cruelly crushing poor Jenny's
snared head. She held the muscular tension for maybe only a second or so
before relaxing her killer thighs, laughing as poor Jenny dropped in a heap at
her feet, gasping and moaning. I was half up to my feet in the same instant,
ignoring the little, actually big, problem down below, bellowing, "now WAIT A
MINUTE, WHAT THE HELL!" "SIT DOWN, JOEY," the imperious Birthday Girl barked
sharply, and I found myself unavoidably cringing at her sharp rebuke. But I
stayed on my feet, albeit swaying almost groggily, and I wasn't even drunk,
yet. "I said sit down, Joey," she repeated slowly, no longer shouting; and
then added, "you look ridiculous standing there with your little pecker poking
out and all." It was public humiliation, and I was sure I was flushing several
shades of red as I stiffly, in more ways than one, sank back quickly into the
chair, just knowing that 20 pairs of eyes were looking right at me and my
little problem at that particular moment.

Jenny still lay in a crumpled heap at her feet, whimpering softly, as Donna
just as quickly turned her attention to the other kneeling brunette, moving
her muscular legs around Randi's lowered head and rising to the balls of her
feet as she snarled over at Jenny, "now your little buddy here is gonna get
the same treatment just because you wouldn't open your mouth and answer like a
good little girl." Randi, like Jenny a minute ago, squirmed some, but mostly
didn't resist as Donna tightened down her awesome legs for just a few seconds
before letting the slinky cheerleader drop in a heap as well right next to
poor Jen. Donna had made this particular point; whatever one might think it
was, quite emphatically. Sitting there in my own misery, and, yes, still with
a raging hard-on, I guess I thought she was showing the two cowering
brunettes, not to mention some of the rest of us too, who was in charge here,
as if there was any doubt. I'm not sure what Randi and Jenny were thinking
just then, or what they knew that I didn't. In any event, those of us who were
still mostly in the dark were all soon to be further enlightened.

"Now let's start over, shall we?" the birthday girl cooed almost soothingly
now; "get up, both of you, NOW, and answer my question." Needing no further
convincing, Randi and Jenny both pushed up to their knees soon enough, though
Randi still had tears in her eyes, and Jenny looked very shaky. They answered
almost in unison, "yes". Donna demanded more, "Yes, WHAT? you miserable little
sluts?" I thought about jumping up indignantly yet again as she verbally
degraded these two lovely young women who certainly didn't deserve to be
treated this way, but thought the better of it. Randi and Jenny were answering
again, in unison, "yes, Mistress!" I heard a few nervous titters, at least one
gasp from the group surrounding them, and more than a few light hearted
laughs. I said nothing, my mouth gaping open. Donna only smiled broadly,
slapping the palm of one hand idly against her broad, firm thigh, as she
filled in those of us who had been in various stages of ignorance, or denial,
about this whole bizarre thing. "You see, guys," she started in, "these two
horny little sluts, oh, to be kind, I mean comely little bitches, have come to
a greater appreciation over the past few months of what it's like to know me,
and most importantly, to worship everything about me." She was really full of
herself, in her element, everybody's eyes, including those of Randi and Jenny
kneeling before her, glued on her. Neither was crying, or even whimpering, any
longer, though Jenny was trembling just a tad still; but both were almost
raptly looking up at this "bitchin lookin muscle babe", as friend, Todd, had
described her on first spying her up at the tournament. She continued on her
little self-serving monologue, sermon, call it what you will; "I realize some
of you may think this a little strange, maybe kinky, or even wrong; if you'd
like to leave now and miss the rest of the festivities, you can certainly do
so; and (looking down at Randi and Jen) that includes you two worthless little
sluts." Nobody made a move, including me and Randi and Jen, who were both
still staring intently up at the imperious young brunette. She rattled on,
"okay, well, anyhow, where was I? Oh yeah, Jen and Ran here have asked to firm
up our, ahem, little arrangement; they'd like to have the privilege of serving
me whenever it pleases me. So they're going to formalize things by accepting
some little gifts from me, namely these nice new collars."

She didn't have to say the words; everybody had pretty much figured it out.
Liz dipped into the athletic bag I'd seen her carrying earlier, handed her
pal, Donna, two black leather collars, with matching leashes. Donna chirped
cheerily, "little Jen has been under my tutelage for the longer time, so
she'll get first honors here. Lift your head, you horny little slut."
Immediately, Jenny, my former classmate and long-time goddess, once a proud,
undefeated wrestling champion, now reduced to THIS in barely half a year,
raised her head quickly, a slight smile even playing on her pretty face as she
looked at the strong and incredibly sexy younger woman who was responsible for
her sudden, startling transformation. Donna quickly fastened the collar around
Jen's neck, and grabbed the attached leash, cooing in that seductive, sultry
little voice she was wont to slip into at times, "okay, seal the deal, Slave
Jen, you know what to do." They must have rehearsed this ahead of time, as
Jenny immediately pushed up off her haunches, leaned forward and planted a
long, lingering kiss square on the heart of Donna's left thigh. Donna patted
her head appreciatively at length, kind of pushing her still fawning slave to
one side and turning to Randi. While Jenny, or rather Slave Jen as Donna had
called her, I still had a hard time accepting that, even if she didn't, just
stayed there kneeling, reverently looking up at her supposed new mistress, an
even bigger smile on her face, and, tellingly, no longer trembling, Donna went
through the identical ritual with the leggy little cheerleader. When she
finished, proudly holding the leashes of her two collared slaves kneeling
before her, Donna chirped sweetly, "damn, that's just about the best birthday
present an innocent little girl like me could ever ask for."

There wasn't an inch of INNOCENCE in this so-called little girl, and she knew
it, and was proud of it. She went right on, still addressing a rapt audience;
"Now, since I have a little slave group started, and believe me, this is just
the start, we have to have a little order in the group, a little hierarchy you
might say. So, as the next part of this delicious birthday present, I'm gonna
have you two worthless sluts fight it out right here, well actually down
stairs on the mats. Winner will be my champion slave and earn special
privileges especially tonight, hee, hee, this being my birthday night and
all." Now I had another inkling as to why she and JJ weren't exactly an item
any longer, as if I hadn't seen some clues already. She was continuing on, "So
you two will fight, my girlfriend, Tonia, here, will explain the rules when we
get down there, and she's also agreed to referee the match. As I've said, the
winner will be my SLAVE CHAMPION, and she won't regret it. The loser, well,
let's just say I feel sorry for that poor soul, whoever it turns out to be.
You'll still be mine, but you'll serve me in other ways; that clear enough,
sluts?" Randi and Jenny both immediately nodded their head, and this time
obediently added, once again in unison, "Yes, Mistress." They were learning
fast.

I just shuddered at the whole, bizarre scene; yet, though on one level I found
it revolting, disgusting, call it what you will, to see these two normally
lovely, radiant young women, Jenny in particular, willingly subjugating
themselves to this "bitchin lookin muscle babe," on quite another level I was
strangely drawn to it all. And I followed, dumbly, Donna and the rest, all of
us headed down to the basement. Jenny and Randi crawled along on all fours,
heads down, their leashes held in their Mistress's hands, until they got to
the stairs going down; at which time Donna let them stand up and walk down
like the rest of us, though still on leash. Down in the basement rec room,
there was no sign of any ping pong, or billiards, table, just a bunch of mats
laid out; Donna's workout room no doubt, probably where she learned to
wrestle, undoubtedly under then main man, JJ's, tutelage. It also helped fill
in the gaps some on the noises I'd heard down here earlier, and perhaps helped
explain some why Randi and Jenny looked so wiped out when they came upstairs,
and why some of the others, Donna included, had worked up a sweat this
evening.

I guessed then, before Donna even told me later that evening, that Randi and
Jenny, perhaps willingly, or maybe unwittingly, had been the victims of a mass
grapple, "everybody let's work over these two girls," or something like that.
In any event, chairs had already been arranged around the edges of the mats.
Donna, naturally, sat in the nice cushy one right in the center of one side.
She looked directly at me and basically told me she wanted me to sit next to
her. I started to object, but then agreed quite compliantly, if silently
questioning my sanity, sitting down on the folding chair on her right. Her
best buddy, Liz, was on her other side, Tonia out in the middle of the mat,
now holding the two leashes for Jenny and Randi, who were back on all fours.
Linda, the only other person in the room I really knew, was sitting across the
mats from Donna, Liz, and I. I'd heard that Linda and Randi were once best of
friends, maybe they still were; but the little blonde gymnast betrayed little
special affection for the slender cheerleader now, absently talking to a
fraternity guy next to her as her one-time best buddy knelt with a shiny black
slave collar around her slim neck out on the mats.

I felt I owed Jenny, who was never a real close friend, but a friend
nevertheless, a little more than that, overcoming extreme nervousness by
haltingly asking Donna as soon as I sat down, "uh, why are you doing this?
Don't you think you've put Jenny through enough already?" "Oh come on, Joey,
grow up," she replied, "Slave Jen is perfectly happy doing what she's doing
right at this instant. But I like you, Joey; I'm not sure why, but I do. So if
you want to hold up this whole thing and go talk to your slutty little
girlfriend, try to talk her out of it maybe, feel free." For once I took
action more than sitting back in numbed confusion, standing up a little
hesitantly, but moving over to where Jenny knelt next to the big blonde,
Tonia. Donna made no move to stop me. My almost constant erection had subsided
slightly, but was till evident, yet I didn't care just then. I'd already been
embarrassed enough by Donna, no make that humiliated, earlier. I was beyond
shame. I went down to one knee and whispered in Jenny's ear, "you don't have
to do this, Jen, leave with me right now." She pulled away quickly, muttering,
"just go away, Joey, I don't care what you say, I'm doing this, I WANT to do
this."

I retreated to my seat next to Donna, chagrined; Donna patted me on my near
leg lightly, cooed in that seductive voice of hers while stretching those
unbelievable legs out, "that's okay, little guy, you meant well. But, you see,
Slave Jen worships me. And from the looks of things, ahem, you can't resist
me, either, can you?" She was looking right at my crotch when she said that;
and, yes, she was right in some respects, I couldn't resist her smoldering,
make that overpowering, feminine charm. All it took was her warm touch, which
burned right through my levis, and one long look at those impossibly beautiful
muscled legs, and my cock was rock hard once again; and stayed there for a
long time.

Tonia was explaining the rules of this little slave match now even as Jenny
and Randi, their leashes taken away, but not their black collars, peeled their
t-shirts and shorts off to leave them with just bikinis on, Jenny's baby blue,
Randi's a tropical print, reds and yellows. Tonia cheerfully explained, "the
birthday girl says this is to be a Lucky 7 Match; first girl to rack up 7
falls becomes Donna's new slave champion, with all the privileges that
entails. Loser, well, I can't say what you'll get tonight, but probably you
won't be as happy as the winner, hee hee. And oh yes, girlies, you'll start
every new fall from your knees, savvy?" Both Jenny and Randi ritually nodded
their heads. I managed to pull my eyes away from Donna's stretched out legs to
look at the two brunettes now. I knew Jenny's fantastic athletic body well
enough from ogling her all these years; great legs, shapely yet firm enough,
though heavier and a little softer than I remembered from her glory days as
campus champ. They were also not as muscularly defined as Donna's, nor as big.
Upstairs she had smallish, but very firm breasts, and her nipples were already
hard, poking urgently out against the damp, baby blue fabric of her bikini
bra. Sadly, the softened belly I'd first noticed with some alarm up at the
summer tournament, was still with her. She'd added a good ten pounds, maybe a
little more, since the previous spring, as I'd noted a couple months ago when
I last saw her. It clearly hampered her endurance up at that tournament, when
she faded so bad in the final round before being pinned by Tonia; and it
certainly couldn't help her now. But she wasn't going to be wrestling a
bigger, stronger girl like Tonia tonight, just the slender cheerleader turned
wrestler turned slave-mate, Randi.

Randi was all about slender, sleek lines, nothing real muscular. She was
better endowed, though, than the relatively flat chested Jen, and her drop
dead gorgeous legs, like the rest of her slim body, were long and lean. I'd
guessed, even though Jenny and Randi were about the same height, maybe even
Randi being an inch taller or so, Jenny, with the added pounds, and not much
of it solid muscle, was a good 15 pounds heavier, maybe more.

Given all that, Jenny should have handled the slender little cheerleader
handily, just as she did for much of the match up in that tournament. And she
did at first. They began soon enough, from their knees. Jenny, clearly bigger
and stronger, didn't take long to gain the advantage, wrestling Randi down and
riding her with a tight waist ride. But it was also just as evident that Jenny
was not exactly fresh and full of boundless energy. And neither was Randi. It
was more like they were trying to push already dead tired bodies at the end of
a long wrestling practice. I knew the feeling well. Donna and friends must
have really put them through the wringer, so to speak, just a little earlier
that evening. Anyhow, Jenny was on top, but hardly in total control, pulling
Randi down to the mat several times, but then faltering, the weariness
showing, as Randi managed to slowly push back up to her knees a couple times.
But Jenny, though clearly laboring, as was the equally worn-out Randi, had too
much experience, too much class for the slinky cheerleader early, eventually
wrapping up those long, lovely legs in a tight far cradle and pulling Randi
over to her back. Tonia dropped down next to them as Randi's frantic kicking
could not keep her shoulders from settling soon enough into the mat. But the
big blonde took plenty of time checking the flattened shoulder blades before
slapping the mat, too much time perhaps as Donna, next to me, growled
playfully, "hey, blondie, a little faster next time, okay?' while her two
slaves were untangling after this first fall awarded to Jen.

They barely paused a minute or so to catch their breath before Tonia got them
ready for the next fall. In that short break, Donna turned to me and quietly,
almost sweetly, commented, "well, Joey, you should be happy, your girlfriend's
jumped to an early lead, but it's still a long ways to go." I forced the words
out, now, still almost tongue-tied in her presence, "she ain't my girlfriend."
"Oh, whatever, Joey," she exclaimed. Surprising even myself, I went beyond
that, asking, "geez, Donna, what did you do to these two beforehand, they both
look whipped." She patiently replied, "Well, Joey, they aren't that good of
wrestlers anyhow. Yeah, I know, little Jen used to be good, until I, and a few
others, shot holes all through that flimsy notion. But anyhow, I didn't want
this little Lucky 7 match to drag on forever; so me and some of my girlfriends
just warmed them up a little. Okay, maybe we wore them out a bit in the
process, but they're okay. They're young and healthy. They'll recover. This
just makes it more a test of wills, rather than pure bodily strength. Sheesh,
even I know if you lined these two little sluts up all fresh and eager, well
poor Randi probably doesn't stand a chance if they were just like arm
wrestling or leg wrestling, or some other pure strength thing. I mean I
handled your little 'not-a-girlfriend' Jen easily enough, but Randi ain't
exactly me, though she does have dynamite looking legs. Guess we're alike in
some ways, hee, hee." I dared to interject, "but what did you really do to
them earlier?" "Nothing bad at all," she patiently explained; then continued,
"There weren't any whips or anything kinky or cruel like that, just good old
fashioned wrasslin. You might say it was kind of a tag team affair, Jen and
Ran against the girls, and me hah hah. Anyhow, Tonia and I, and Linda, the
ones with wrestling experience, took them on first; and I'm afraid the little
sluts didn't have much time to tag out. In fact, we pretty much kept both of
them busy out there; and the three of us were enough to work them over pretty
well. But later on, a few other girls got a real kick out of trying their hand
at this wrestling thing, too. Especially taking on little Jen, what with the
reputation she used to have. I mean they got a big kick out of pinning the
'former campus champion' if you know what I mean. Little skinny Liz plastered
her shoulders three times in maybe a minute. Now that was quite a sight, hee
hee. But that was about it, just a lot of good natured fun."

I guessed it was a whole lot more fun for Donna and her pals than it was for
poor Jen and Ran, the designated pinning dummies. But I couldn't fret about it
now. The second fall in this bizarre Slave Championship was about to begin.

They were starting again, both girls only slightly less winded than before
after the too short break. After a brief, weary tussle from their knees,
somewhat surprisingly the leggy little bimbo emerged on top of a sweaty tangle
of legs and arms. But Jenny was soon enough pushed up to all fours, in little
danger of being turned anytime soon. Randi was clearly struggling to break the
heavier girl down, snaking her long, lovely legs around Jenny's bigger, darker
pair, pushing forward in a sloppy half nelson that betrayed her tiredness, or
inexperience, perhaps both. Far from the confident, energetic mat champion I
admired during so many of her matches in our undergraduate years, Jenny seemed
a little hesitant, lethargic, groaning wearily. Randi, wrapped all over the
kneeling older brunette, but gaping for air above her groaning foe, pushed
forward, long legs digging at, trying to stretch out my huddled former
classmate, with that haphazard half nelson still in place. Alarmingly, to me
at least, Jenny wasn't even lifting her head, trying to shake loose from the
nelson, in fact had dropped her head lower, barely resisting the hold. Randi,
taking a big gulping breath of air from on top, but buoyed by Jenny's
lethargic response, tried to tighten the nelson down, her slinky legs working
behind her, wrapping all around Jenny's quivering dark legs.

My heart sank, and my ever unruly member thumped dangerously against its
stretched, denim restraints as I watched my long-time goddess, with another
weary groan, sink forward slowly, settling into the mat face down. It looked
like Randi; even as sloppy and tired as she was, had her, and was about to
turn poor disheartened Jenny. But the slender cheerleader was hardly
overpowering her girl, still fumbling with the nelson, her hands slipping on
Jenny's sweat drenched neck when Jenny seemed to catch a second wind of sorts,
her instincts clicking in enough to twist her head to one side, loosening
Randi's already tenuous grip. Jenny, feeling the nelson slip away, started to
push back up to all fours. Randi was still on top, but was just kind of draped
there, winded after her failed attempt to sink in the half nelson. The bimbo
wasn't giving up though, sluggishly trying to break Jenny back down, but
getting her weight too far forward, her inexperience glaringly exposed. Jenny
was laboring for sure just trying to shake the slender cheerleader, but the
long dormant super competitor in her clicked in now. Recognizing the
opportunity, with Randi off balance, stretched out over her, Jenny had enough
presence of mind to reach up with one hand, hooking Randi's head, neatly
flipping her off to one side. The leggy little brunette rolled off Jenny's
back with a quick, despairing cry, flopping down to one shoulder in front of
her kneeling opponent. Jenny had only to plop down in a side-on body press,
hooking Randi's near leg, rolling the stunned bimbo to her back. This time
Tonia didn't hesitate, quickly slapping the mat as soon as Randi's shoulder
blades settled in.

Jenny was ahead 2-0, and in solid command, or so I hoped. I thought she looked
wild-eyed, hungry, as she disengaged from the flattened cheerleader and
shuffled away on all fours, head quickly dropping as she fought to catch her
breath. A few feet away poor over-matched Randi was slowly climbing back up to
all fours after this second straight pin. She looked beat certainly, maybe
distraught, as if she really thought she should have pinned the heavier,
vastly more experienced, former champion just then. I thought she was a
clueless bimbo, great legs, but clueless. Jenny had most every advantage,
weight, strength, and experience. It was shaping up as a mis-match, as I, at
least, expected, and even that troubled me plenty. I mean here Jenny was,
apparently willingly accepting Donna's slave collar just a bit ago; and now
fighting with everything she had left after Donna and company ganged up on her
and Randi earlier, and all for the supposed privilege of being Donna's favored
pet, her SLAVE CHAMPION. And Randi, mostly clueless for sure in my book, but a
decent, rational young woman in many other respects, seemed to hunger for the
same bizarre privilege just as much, even if the execution and skills in her
case were sorely lacking. It all didn't make sense, but still I stayed glued
to my chair, moving only to reach down to the cooler behind Donna's chair for
yet another beer. I needed it, my head swimming from the alcohol and all this
other crazy stuff going on.

The small crowd was buzzing with small talk during the short break; Donna,
next to me, was silently taking it all on, like a regal, if cruel, queen
surveying the rabble. I took a big gulp of my fresh beer, then ventured a
tentative cheer for my long-time goddess of a classmate, "way to go, Jen, 2
down, 2 to go, you can do it." Jenny still had her head down, sucking air,
didn't even acknowledge me. But Donna did, chiding me cheerily as she coyly
placed that deadly hand square on my thigh again, "silly boy, it ain't best of
seven, but lucky 7. That means your girl's gotta rack up 7 pins of her own,
before Randi gets to that many, of course, before she can claim the right to
worship my hot bod ALL NIGHT LONG, and, of course, on into the future hee
hee." She was still all full of herself, and impossibly flirtatious when she
wanted to be. I cringed at the gentle chiding, and squirmed in torment as she
lightly stroked her magic hand up my thigh, even as her warm, wonderful near
leg pressed right up next to mine. She stopped just short of blast-off for me,
fortunately, if you know what I mean, for which I was immensely grateful just
then.

I tried to focus bleary eyes and move my attention away from the "bitchin
lookin muscle babe," who was mercifully slowly pulling her deadly legs and
hands away from the bundle of hormone-spiked nerves that was me in my present
state. Out of immiment danger of an unplanned eruption down below, if barely,
I forced myself to shift my gaze further than Donna's wondrous thighs, out to
where this bizarre slave match was about to resume. It had a long ways to go,
though Jenny had lethargically forged an early 2-0 lead. I didn't see how
either exhausted beauty could make it to 7 falls total, never mind racking up
7 by themselves. My best hope for both their sakes was that one girl would
pretty much collapse, and they could get this awful ordeal over quickly in a
rout, presumably in Jenny's favor.

(To be continued).