Donna and Jenny, Part 5: "Final Meltdown"
by Jobber Joe  jobberboy2002@yahoo.com 



This is the continuation of a story series first begun in December 2003. In
recent episodes, Jenny, a former college wrestling champion, who has fallen a
long ways since those glory days on the mat, thanks to Muscle Goddess, Donna,
the younger woman who first brought her down, has been forced to fight a leggy
little cheerleader named Randi in front of Donna and some of her friends. Also
present for the occasion is Jenny loyalist, and former classmate, Joey,
himself a former college wrestler. Before the fight, Donna has held a little
ceremony by which both Jenny and Randi have accepted her slave collars. She
then has declared that the first slave to garner 7 falls during their
wrestling match will be her "Slave Champion". While Joey watches and agonizes,
Jenny first appears to hunger for the chance to serve her young Mistress as
champion slave, and gains an early lead; but that ultimately dissolves in two
long, steamy falls in which upstart cheerleader, Randi, uses a little trickery
and much more of her long, sleek legs to mount a comeback against the bigger
and more experienced Jenny, and forge a surprising 4-3 lead in falls. This new
episode, then, picks up at that point, with both women desperately exhausted,
but with the big MO (momentum), and desire, all resting on Randi's slender
person.

On to the remaining part of the fight, told from Joey's perspective, except
where otherwise noted.

Tonia gave the command to start wrestling, and, on hearing a thin little gasp
from out on the mat, I forced myself to look out there yet again, a glutton
for punishment it seems, as, apparently, was poor whipped Jenny. Oh, she made
a half-hearted pretense of trying to battle back as Randi, the instant
aggressor, dove in low on the attack; but Jenny's movements were sloppy, slow,
startlingly inept for such an accomplished wrestler, the former champion
pawing feebly at the lithe cheerleader when Randi tried to tighten down on a
double leg takedown attempt. The younger girl was really straining to hold
tired arms around the back of Jenny's legs; but Jenny, hardly capitalizing on
Randi's obvious struggles, barely even sprawled out over the smaller girl, nor
did she think to bar Randi's head to fight her off. It was as if her mind was
as numbed as her exhausted body, perhaps unable to cope with the shocking
realization that she had been both physically and sexually dominated by the
leggy, alluring little cheerleader during that last fall; and she was doing
nothing to stem the other's surging control of their exhausting slave battle
on the restart. Rather, this once glorious mat goddess was not only utterly
spent, but, more alarmingly, completely spiritless, her former keen fighting
edge long since snuffed out.

With her hapless slave mate doing little or nothing to resist her, Randi's
tenuous hold on Jenny's legs was firming up now, her slender fingers digging
tenaciously into the soft, quivering flesh in the backs of Jenny's brown
thighs as the slinky younger brunette, with gorgeous legs tucked firmly
beneath her, moved to Jenny's side, pulling, tugging on her near leg, spilling
the moaning older girl to the mat beneath her. For a brief moment Jenny's
shoulders were tilted toward the mat; but Tonia showed little interest in
getting down there to watch for a pin; and Randi, showing her inexperience
again, was slow to react, allowing even a sluggishly moving Jenny to
instinctively twist out of immediate pin danger.

But it seemed to be only prolonging the inevitable, for Jenny remained firmly
under Randi's control; and she and Randi both knew it, the leggy cheerleader
smiling through heavy exhalations of breath while stretching out on her side
behind the laboring one-time wrestling goddess, and doing what she did best,
namely wrapping her long, lovely "killer gams" around her spent victim. Jenny
just groaned, arms weakly flailing out in front of her, arching in agony while
Randi tightened down her leg noose, smothering poor Jen's exhausted, softly
quivering thighs. As bizarre and ludicrous it may have seemed at one time,
Randi's sleek legs were totally dominating Jenny's helplessly weakened
counterparts, stretching those slack-muscled limbs out, totally immobilizing
them, while she looped her right arm around the older girl's head, pulling it
back so poor Jen was arched in agony, soft belly sticking out and jiggling
with her tormented, if feeble, writhing.

Suddenly, as Randi poured on the pressure, Jenny's stretched out body gave out
with a particularly hard, agonized shudder, and she started to whimper, "no,
gunnnhhh.... pleez noooo unnnggggh". She'd had enough, Randi frenzied assault
on her exhausted, helplessly stretched body having broken her resistance
completely, or so it seemed to me at least. This once proud mat goddess was
flicking it in, beaten, humiliated, meekly submitting the match to her leggy
slave-mate. But neither Tonia out on the mat, nor Donna sitting next to me,
and certainly not the raging little tigress, Randi, seemed inclined to pay her
pathetic pleading any mind. And when I finally got up enough nerve to weakly
protest myself, stammering, "gawd, she's done, can't take any more, somebody
should stop it," Donna, next to me, merely snickered, then, turned to fix me
with a steely eyed gaze, hissing, "shut the f___ up, ya cum soaked bastard!"
And I did, immediately, loathing myself for so meekly complying with "her
Haughtiness" imperious demand. Little did I fully realize it then, but I was
already most of the way THERE, hopelessly drawn into and under her
irresistible spell, at once both cowed and mesmerized by her overpowering
feminine allure and stunning aura of dominance. Of course, poor Jen had
crossed that threshold long ago. We really were two pathetic creatures. I
shuddered at that sudden, clear realization; out there on the mat poor Jen
merely groaned as her present torment continued unabated.

In any event, it was painfully clear there would be no immediate relief for
poor Jen, or for me, as Donna had now placed one hand squarely on my levi-clad
thigh, possessing me, possessing my soul. I stayed mute and trembling where I
sat, almost afraid to move a muscle, and completely unable to peel my eyes
away from the struggle out on the mat. There, it was going from bad to
desperate for Jenny, Randi now almost toying with her helpless slave mate,
releasing her near choke hold around Jenny's head, but then turning and
sliding her heavenly gams into a scissor lock around Jenny's dark legs,
clamping down on her snared victim with a vengeance, her taut legs squeezing
the older brunette's lower thighs just above Jen's knee caps.

Jenny twisted and writhed weakly, totally incapable, or unwilling, perhaps
both, to resist her leggy tormentor any longer. She was just laying there,
deeply tanned, rubbery legs helplessly snared between Randi's hot domineering
legs. Her shoulders almost touched the mat, arms thrown back behind her head
during her feeble struggles, whimpering feebly with each punishing flex from
Randi's tightly wrapped "killer gams" Randi, breathing hard, but smiling
thinly between rasping gulps of air, realized poor Jen was drifting away
swiftly now, the fight utterly drained from her spent, trembling body. The
younger girl relaxed her straining legs for a brief moment, catching a quick
blow, knowing full well that Jenny was going nowhere. Yet, between the foxy
cheerleader's glorious, glistening legs, the seemingly beaten girl offered up
some flickering speck of weak resistance, twisting slightly, weakly struggling
to sit up, right arm flailing, groping at the relaxing muscles in Randi's
covering thigh. Randi, reacting instinctively to this feeble threat, quickly
flexed her domineering legs, the once again taut, sweat-drenched thigh muscles
shimmering in the room lights as Jenny's weakly clutching fingers just as
quickly slipped away, Randi and her wondrous legs shedding the pathetically
pawing older brunette with just that one long flex. Jenny's smothered legs
were twitching spasmodically from the renewed pressure as the conquered beauty
lay back again, arms slung behind her head, which was lolling to and fro with
each tortured gasp and moan.

There was no stopping the devouring tigress now, Randi pausing only briefly
from her inspired labors to turn an ear toward her adored Mistress, who was
yelling, "thatta way girl, work her, make her feel it all over, move them
babies up higher, yeah!" Doing as she was told, Randi dug in with renewed
enthusiasm on Jenny's delectable body, jamming one hand up against her chin,
rolling Jenny's head back while sliding her heavenly gams up almost to poor
Jen's crotch, her hot, wet, killer legs now squeezing the soft quivering flesh
of Jenny's upper thighs. The rag-doll older brunette had the back of her head
pressed to the mat, with Randi's grip dropping down to a possessive claw at
her lower throat, not really choking her, just "owning" her head, her mind,
her entire smothered body. Poor Jen's head was tilted slightly our way, her
liquid brown eyes staring right at Donna and me; she had that kind of scared
and confused "doe in a headlights" look about her, specks of foamy spittle
dribbling to the mat from her gaping mouth. Her arms were still slung back
over her head and not just her splayed legs, but now her whole ravaged body
jerked and trembled spasmodically with each cruel flex of Randi's taut,
encircling thighs.

In a word, she was all DONE IN, no longer even offering a speck of resistance
to the devouring tigress who owned her, body AND soul at that moment; but
there was no end in sight for the helpless former wrestling champion. Sexy
little hellcat, Randi, having gained control of her once ragged breathing,
almost relaxing while her pillaging legs did most all the work against her
enfeebled foe, now uttered a guttural growl as she yet again relaxed her
scissored legs long enough to slide them even further up Jenny's delectable
body. There was no movement from poor Jen whatsoever, save the continued
spasmodic twitching of spent muscles, and the feeble gasps and pathetic moans
of a broken young woman. But as Randi's slick thigh slid right over Jenny's
baby blue bikini panties, the snared beauty's splayed body suddenly jerked
sharply, and she gasped heatedly, "ohhhhh gawwwwwd!" legs kicking reflexively
out behind Randi's marauding legs for a moment or two before her brief,
frenzied writhing just as quickly subsided to random twitches again when her
leggy antagonist moved on, to jiggling belly, and beyond.

Right about the time Jenny let out that exquisitely tormented gasp, I only
half stifled a low grunt myself as I felt my formerly drained manhood, which
had been slowly stiffening, give a tormented twitch, surging dangerously at
the perversely arousing sight of Randi's luscious, slicked-down leg sliding
right over Jenny's steaming crotch before settling in around her soft,
jiggling belly, the aftermath of which left poor Jen with a fresh wet stain
spreading across her baby blue panties, and me with pre-cum newly dampening
the crotch of my jeans. Like Donna had said just a bit ago, we, Jenny and I,
were both pathetic sights to behold, what with Jen a feverishly moaning play
thing for the lithe, leggy little bimbo cheerleader turned tigress, Randi, and
me squirming in blue-balled agony watching it all.

And out there, "playtoy" Jenny now had her smallish breasts literally engulfed
with what seemed like miles upon miles of slick, sinewy "Jenny slayer" legs,
Randi's taut beauties, far and away her "best assets", as her Mistress was
wont to say, criss-crossing poor Jen's heaving chest. The little cheerleader
feverishly slid her marauding upper leg back and forth as she assaulted her
helplessly snared victim, her knees pushing the wringing wet bra cups barely
covering Jenny's smallish breasts in the first place, aside in her inspired
attack. Jenny's pinkish-brown nipples, now bared for all to see, were full
distended, hard and swollen with her own helpless arousal at being so
savagely, sensually mauled by this sexy little cheerleader; and Randi, in a
frenzy now, rhythmically pumped and relaxed her sleek, tautly muscled thighs
while reaching up to excitedly mangle and tweak Jenny's engorged nipples
between finger and thumb. Jenny's snared body fairly jolted in tormented
response to each flex of Randi's scissored legs or hard tweak of her sensitive
nips; while accompanying each jolting spasm of her yet again surrendering body
was a gurgling moan of agony/ecstasy forced through spittle caked lips.

Randi merely grinned, but finally pulled her plying fingers back, instead
reaching forward and grabbing the back of Jenny's red slave collar. It was
time to claim this fall from her physically, sensually, slain victim. She
yanked the older brunette's head back the hard way, poor Jen choking and
gasping as the red leather bit into her upper neck and throat, pulling her
down. The helplessly weakened beauty slid backward off Randi's slicked down
leg, shoulders settling into the mat, this limp rag-doll of a former wrestling
champion gasping thinly while her ravaged body now jolted in violent, body
rattling tremors.

(Inside Jenny's Head)

She let go with an almost grateful sigh, feeling it so intensely, the same
delicious rush she'd first got a taste of during the stunning meltdown against
her adored Mistress months ago. THEN and THERE it had hit her so suddenly with
full, erotic force, the sudden orgasm numbing her exhausted, shuddering body
as she let go almost gratefully, yielding to the younger, better, stronger
wrestler. Since then she had almost come to expect, and sometimes crave, this
final, euphoric rush in nearly every match, its onset signaling her
inevitable, imminent surrender. So, yes, she gratefully let go yet again, her
wasted body and strength-less legs tingling with forbidden excitement as she
slid across those warm, wet wonderful thighs, her back, then shoulders, and
finally her firm, rounded butt settling into the cool, damp mat, dark,
trembling legs now slung sideways across those sleek, shimmering thighs of the
other, BETTER woman. She stretched her arms back behind her head, further
signaling her submission to something, someone, she could no longer resist, no
longer wanted to resist. She gasped softly while the latest, involuntary spasm
rippled through her splayed body, a fresh warm flood soaking her already
wringing wet blue panties and smearing across her hot, softly quivering inner
thighs. There was nothing left to give; she was READY, trembling with
forbidden excitement as she awaited the all-too-familiar smack of the mat next
to her pinned shoulder blades.

(back at mat-side)

Everybody was ready it seems, Donna clutching my jean clad leg, squeezing it
almost painfully in anticipation, while out on the mat Randi's drop dead
gorgeous legs, gloriously slicked down with her own sweat, Jenny's gushing
release, and her own sticky juices, were fairly vibrating in her excitement.
And Jenny, well she was well past READY, her numbed mind no longer capable of
control her conquered, spasming body. Me, I was beyond ready as well, my hard
member suddenly jerking on its own accord, emptying its meager load into my
already cum-soaked briefs.

Only Tonia seemed strangely detached from it all, staring dumbly at the
red-collared former-champion as Jenny lay draped over her slinky tormentor's
slick legs, gasping feebly, shoulders plastered. Donna's sharp reminder
brought the big blonde back to her senses, sort of, the Mistress of Ceremonies
barking suddenly, "hey bitch, shake a leg, make that an arm, slap the mat for
GAWDS SAKE, DO SOMETHING, HUN!" Tonia quickly slapped the mat, Jenny's already
surrendered body barely even twitching this time as palm met slick, hard mat;
then the big blonde briefly shot an icy glare Donna's way, apparently peeved
at the Birthday girl calling her, however playfully, a bitch. If Donna caught
the glare, she hardly betrayed recognition of such, as she yanked her
clutching hand away from my thigh in mock disgust at my latest eruption.

Temporarily indisposed, I was too pre-occupied with my own miseries to notice
much of the goings on out in the ring after this latest humiliating fall
suffered by my fallen goddess of a former classmate, Jenny. Hunched over as I
was, futilely trying to conceal as much of the damage, namely my newly
cum-soaked crotch, as I could, for a time all I could hear were the rasping
breaths of air expelled by the foxy little cheerleader, Randi, presumably
while peeling off her helplessly pinned slave-mate, interspersed with feeble
whimpers and gasps, and even more tormented breaths being sucked in and out by
poor Jen. Beside me still, Donna had, mercifully, all but ignored me for the
time being, barking out orders to her pals, "hey, get that bitch back to the
center circle, then come back and get this miserable little slut. Somebody
clean up all this drool and shit. Get some water for the bitches, PRONTO!" I
doubt that Donna's request for water for her desperately battling slaves was
fueled by any sudden compassion for their desperate plights at all, rather a
necessary jolt needed to keep them moving, however marginally, toward the
ultimate prize. There was really nothing left to decide between the two dead
tired brunettes, nor could Jenny fall any further into the murky depths to
which she'd swiftly descended; or so I thought.

Suddenly, amid labored grunts, and wheezing groans that seemed to be coming
closer and closer, I heard a pitiful cry, the voice thin, scared, like a weak,
wounded animal who cannot flee her torment; and in the next instant poor Jen
was belly flopping to the mat barely a foot or so in front of Donna and me. I
jerked my head up slightly then and stared down at this pitiful creature
stretched out across the mat, face buried, her beautiful body, although newly
soft and rounded around the midsection, still a stunning sight to behold, but
now so weak and vulnerable, trembling uncontrollably with numbing exhaustion
as she weakly tried, but failed, to push back up to all fours. She was
absolutely spent, unable to go on a single second longer, or foot further. But
Donna, typically, wasn't going to let it end like this. The "Birthday Girl"
barked out at Tonia, who was helping, actually half dragging, a pleasantly
spent Randi back to the center of the mat, "hey, Blondie, how's that little
slut doing?" "Not so good," the big blonde promptly shot back, but then added,
"but a whole lot better than your girl." "BITCH, this weak, pathetic little
slut ain't hardly worth being MY GIRL any longer, " Donna retorted; which
brought an instant sharp glance from Tonia, who had just dropped Randi to her
knees at mid-mat, and now somewhat icily snapped back at the Birthday Girl,
"Who you calling BITCH?" "Hey, lighten up, HUN, I was just joshing ya, having
some fun, didn't mean nothing by it, hee hee, ya silly BLONDE BITCH!" Donna
laughed when she said that last bit, but there was an edgy tone to her voice
as well now. Clearly she was not pleased about being questioned by anyone,
even her big, beautiful blonde pal. For her part, Tonia seemed to ignore this
second, supposedly joking, bitch reference from the birthday girl. But,
thinking back on it now, there was clearly an underlying tension there between
those two, though at the present moment that was hardly my biggest concern.
For I was still dealing with my embarrassing sticky releases, and poor Jen,
well she was way beyond that, just lying face down in a small pool of her own
sweat and foamy spittle still while all this banter was going on around her.

Tonia was still propping a thinly smiling, but wobbly, Randi up with one arm
while pouring some much needed water down the leggy little cheerleader's
parched throat out on the mat; while Donna snatched a water glass from the
table next to her and now stood right in front of her one bedraggled slave,
namely poor Jen, and, taking a big chunk of Jenny's matted brown locks in her
hand, yanked her head up the hard way, dragging her up by the hair. Poor Jen
groaned pitiably, body shaking and trembling from the quick pain, but, in
between pitiful whimpers, thirstily gulped down a few precious ounces of water
from the glass Donna held to her foam-crusted lips. She only got part of the
glass down before choking up some excess water, whereupon Donna quickly tossed
the rest of the water in her sweat streaked, reddened face. Jenny was so far
gone she hardly flinched at the sudden rebuke; while Donna, laughing, reached
for the half bottle of beer I'd been nursing for the last 10 minutes or so,
and coolly poured the bubbly liquid right over Jen's head, letting go of her
hair at the same time and laughing huskily while Jen's forehead dropped back
to the mat.

Donna was having a great lot of fun, if you can call it that, at poor Jen's
expense, while Jenny was too weak and exhausted to care, meekly taking it all;
and I just sat there in my own cum-soaked misery barely a foot or so away,
hating myself for not coming to her aid, but, to be brutally frank, frozen by
indecision, intimidation, numbing, perverse infatuation with that "bitchin
lookin muscle goddess", call it what you will. Whatever it was that gripped
me, I just as meekly let it go on. Now, Donna was prying one bare foot under
Jenny's lowered face, pushing her toes up against her slave's mouth, snarling
huskily down at the spent, trembling shadow of a once vibrant athletic
champion, "this is all you're good for, now, SLUT!" Distressingly, to me at
least, Jenny stayed mute and trembling, her spittle caked lips even moving
slightly against Donna's probing big toe, the enslaved beauty almost appearing
like she wanted to lick the Birthday Girl's feet. Donna just laughed, pulling
her feet out suddenly, smirking, "you'll get your chance later, sweetie,
guaranteed... but that's about as far up this fabulous bod you're gonna be
allowed to go... unless you somehow figure out a way to win this sucker, ha
ha." Then, she needlessly added a following dig, " The great JENNY, hah,
getting whupped by a bimbo cheerleader, what a hoot!"

Donna finally pulled her invading foot away from her slobbering, fawning,
wiped out slave, sitting back down while Tonia did the honors of dragging
Jenny one-armed back to where Randi waited. Tonia reminding everyone who cared
that the pin count was now 5 to 3 in favor of Randi, with 7 pins needed to
win. I wish I could say Jenny somehow found it deep within her to bravely
rally, prove her wrestling greatness yet again; but of course that was only a
fairy tale by this point. Both girls were plenty tired, but Randi, leggy
little bimbo cheerleader turned novice wrestler, Randi, hungered for the
victory now; poor Jen was merely going through the motions, and barely that
even. They restarted from their knees, with both girls doing more sagging than
pushing, but with Jenny literally draped like a rag-doll in Randi's slim arms.
Randi struggled with Jenny's near dead weight for just an instant before
sliding back slightly to free herself from her slack-bodied slave mate. As she
did so, poor Jen, her draped arms slipping off Randi's shoulders, slithered
down the younger girl's lithe body until her arms were wrapped weakly around
Randi's lower back, while her face lay against the cheerleader's silky upper
thigh. Randi paused for just an instant, a quizzical half grimace, half smile
creasing her pretty, sweat-streaked face, seeming almost frozen in indecision,
shocked perhaps, that she, little leggy Randi, could have brought poor Jen
down this far, used her up so completely.

(inside Randi's head)

There it was, the incredible rush of sweet conquest, feeling the other slide
limp and useless down her humming body, thrilling now as Jenny's soft lips lay
over her slicked down, glistening thigh. The forbidden thrill turned into a
quick, involuntary shudder of raw pleasure on feeling that even softer, hotter
tongue work across her flesh now, almost hungrily lapping up the dewy moisture
pooled on the smooth surface of her taut, excitedly trembling thigh. She
wanted to linger there forever, savoring the moment, living the basic truth
that these, her BEST ASSETS, had conquered this gorgeous athletic woman draped
across her sleek legs now, reduced her to a limp, beaten creature almost
worshipfully working her tongue over her own goose-pimpled legs. She knew it
was time to finish the conquest, claim her rightful spoils, earn the glorious
right to be with her adored mistress this evening, and, hopefully, many more
to follow. She pushed gently at first, then more urgently against the draped
girl with her thigh, lifting that head up, turning her exhausted body.

(inside Jenny's head)

Her mouth had almost naturally found the dusky wetness, sleek, smooth, warm
and comforting thigh, lingering there with tongue ritually tracing a short,
meandering path across the slickened surface, the intoxicating richness of
that lustrous, smooth muscle, steaming in musky dampness, sending shock waves
of euphoric submission to her addled brain. She had long since abandoned any
pretense of coordinated attack or even weak struggle, the increasingly
desperate dream to prevail here in order to serve her adored mistress as SLAVE
CHAMPION melting away to dreamy nothingness. It had all swirled down to this,
mindlessly working a worshipful tongue over the other's sleek legs.

She groaned now in quick disappointment as she felt her head being lifted up,
her tongue suddenly lapping at only air, spent body twisting, falling back
from that succulent warmth... which now lay on top and all around her,
devouring her surrendering body. The spasms were already jolting through
splayed limbs as she felt the other girl's pounding breasts settling in over
her own bared, desperately aching mounds, the soft, wringing wet fabric of
Randi's skimpy bikini top pressing down and around her stiff, swollen nipples.
There was another sharp, involuntary jolt of her splayed body, accompanied by
a weak, ecstatic little gasp she barely recognized as her own meek "little
girl" voice.

The hand coming down next to her pinioned shoulders was merely a delicious
blur; the "smack" of palm to damp mat barely registering in her already
buzzing senses. She groaned again as she felt the exquisitely tormenting
pressure of Randi's covering body easing up now, pulling away. She wanted to
reach up, pull that heavenly form down to soak in the other's covering warmth
so much longer, but her arms lay draped heavily, uselessly, behind her head.
So she lay there, quietly whimpering, the lights above her, the shapes and
colors, swirling all around her glassy brown eyes in a big blur.

(back at mat-side with Joey)

It was all happening so startlingly quick, poor Jenny slithering down Randi's
lean body within seconds after a too-short mutual embrace from their knees,
the former champion utterly drained of fight or even resistance, just lying
there literally face-down in Randi's lap while the little cheerleader tried to
summon the strength in her own exhausted body to lift poor Jenny's dead
weight. Though I couldn't be sure, and hoped it couldn't be true, for a brief
moment there I thought I saw Jenny's head lift slightly, a foam-specked tongue
lapping out at the dewy moisture pooled on that sleek shimmering thigh beneath
her reddened face. But in just another blink of an eye Randi was lifting that
same, succulent leg, pushing Jenny's head up, rolling her exhausted body off
her curled legs and swiftly over to her back. There was no resistance
whatsoever from the spent wrestling legend save a feeble little gasp as her
shoulders settled into the mat, luscious Randi laying sideways across and on
top of her, the cheerleader's near shoulder shedding Jenny's weakly pawing
arms as she settled in over the older girl. Just like that poor Jen was DONE
in this fall, and well beyond that as well. Tonia was down there on her knees,
the big blonde watching Jenny's shoulders disappear beneath the lithe covering
body of the comely cheerleader. All I could see now was that gorgeous splayed
body jolting spasmodically as it lay smothered under that heavenly little
bimbo. And then Tonia's raised arm came down swiftly, her open palm yet again
slapping the mat next to poor Jenny's flattened shoulders.

Unbelievably, Randi had scored a fourth consecutive fall, her sixth in all,
and it was truly ALL OVER; but of course it wasn't, not by Donna's count at
least. The imperious and demanding "birthday girl" was determined to have this
thing go to the full 7 falls for one girl, even though poor Jen was "long
gone". She just lay there now, arms draped lifelessly behind her head, which
was tilted to one side, foamy spittle dribbling out of her gaping mouth while
glassy brown eyes stared blankly right at me and Donna. For maybe the
umpteenth time that evening, I wanted so bad to go to her, provide what little
comfort to the poor broken creature; but, of course, I couldn't, for I, too,
was hopelessly taken in my the powerfully alluring and dominating presence of
Donna next to me, afraid to move a muscle, totally intimidated by this
ravishing, "bitchin lookin Muscle Babe."

The "muscle babe" was up quickly, a curvy mass of luscious skin and muscle
flashing before my blurry eyes as she moved on to the mat, standing right over
Jen, magnificent legs spread slightly, her bare feet straddling Jenny's
upturned face. While Tonia was steadying a kneeling Randi while trying to pour
some water down the slinky brunettes parched throat, Donna was toying with her
unmoving other slave, first bringing the right foot in, digging her toes into
the soft, reddened flesh of Jenny's flushed cheek, pushing the utterly spent
woman's head over so Jenny was staring off away from me now, barely uttering a
faint whimper of protest this whole time. Donna snarled down at her now, "ya
quittin on me BITCH? HUH?". Poor Jen was too far gone to even cry out her
clear submission, merely trembling as she weakly groaned, "unnnngggghhhh
gunnnnnn." Donna used her left foot and toes to roll the pitifully beaten
brunette's head back the other way, Jenny once again staring directly at me
with glassy brown eyes. She coughed and wheezed suddenly, stretched out body
convulsing as she did so, and more foamy gunk seeped from the lower corners of
her white-specked lips. Donna merely sneered down at her, motioned to a nearby
sorority sister for a water bottle, and poured it down over the side of
Jenny's face. The ravaged beauty sucked desperately at the precious liquid as
rivulets rolled down her flushed cheeks toward her gaping mouth, but little
made it down her throat. She wasn't going to get any more until this thing was
over. Donna snarled down at her again, both feet drawn in, pressed against the
back of Jenny's head and lips, respectively, "there ain't no quitting on my
watch, ya miserable little slut.... And this thing ain't over, YET... heh
heh."

Well of course it was OVER, but Donna was making all the rules, and nobody,
particularly poor Jen, was going to argue with her. The domineering "muscle
babe" stepped to one side, coolly reached down, grabbing Jenny's near arm, and
proceeded to pull the rag-doll brunette over to her stomach, with Jenny just
lying there face down now, which, to all intents and purposes, would be how
she'd start the final fall of her failed slave battle with slinky Randi.
Randi, lingering on all fours just a foot or so away, just kind of stared
dumbfounded at the limp girl lying before her, and for a moment looked like
she'd had quite enough of destroying a one-time wrestling legend. But Donna,
predictably, had the last say, leaning over to rasp down at the sultry
cheerleader, "she's all yours, BITCH, now WASTE THE MISERABLE LITTLE SLUT!
.... SAVVY?" Randi numbly nodded her head, still staring intently at Jenny's
inert form, while Donna cooed at Tonia now, "hey, blondie, let the little
bitch play with her TOY some, know what I mean?" Tonia nodded. Donna pranced
back to her seat next to me, all full or herself as always, stretched out
those unbelievable legs; I, of course, couldn't help staring at them the whole
time; then gave me a condescending little pat on my jean clad thigh,
whispering, "now be a good little boy and behave yourself." My ever unruly
member gave a sharp twitch the instant she touched my leg, and I nodded
quickly, stammering in a faint, little boy voice, "Yes ma'am". Jenny was GONE;
I was all but there myself. I turned my eyes back to the final destruction of
my one-time goddess of a classmate.

Simply turning poor, limp Jenny to her back for the clinching fall was not an
option any longer for the leggy bimbo, Randi, who, as unlikely as it might
have seemed just an hour before, was poised on the very brink of being crowned
Donna's so-called "Slave Champion" by shockingly finishing off former campus
wrestling champion, Jenny, in one final, essentially uncontested, fall.
Spurred by Donna's words of encouragement, if you could call it that, the
little cheerleader turned lusty tigress had a haughty smirk on her narrow,
pretty face as she looked down at her helpless slave-mate. Tonia was standing
nearby, dutifully giving the word for both girls to start wrestling again,
though I doubt poor, whipped Jenny even heard her. Little matter; she was
going nowhere, a feeble groan floating up from her buried face as Randi set in
on her.

Legs and arms snaking everywhere over and around Jenny's trembling form, Randi
soon enough had her girl sucked back into her as the slinky cheerleader lay on
her left hip, those long, lovely legs curled around Jenny's full, dark thighs,
immobilizing the rubbery, exhausted bigger legs of the spent older brunette
while her left arm was looped over Jenny's, pulling it back, and her right
hand had a near death grip on Jen's chin, pulling Jenny's head back off the
mat and into her upper chest while she arched her lithe frame, stretching the
feebly moaning former champion out. Jenny had caved completely, no longer even
struggling, her head yanked back and held in Randi's arms, liquid brown eyes
looking haunted, hollowed, like a wounded animal waiting to be finished off,
which, essentially, she was. Randi jerked her taut legs against the sloppy
soft, quivering, and completely smothered, thighs of her helpless victim,
once, twice, a half dozen times, really hammering her leg dominance home to
the ravaged wreck of a once great wrestling champion. Each time Randi
tightened down her leg noose, poor Jen's snared body would give out with a
tortuous, spasmodic jerk, the older brunette's head rolled skyward by Randi's
clenched hand at her jaw. She whimpered thinly, piteously, at each spasming
jerk of her conquered body, but otherwise did not resist, or perhaps could not
resist; she was that far GONE.

Randi tired of this cruel game eventually, her slender legs quivering from
muscular exhaustion from squeezing so hard against Jenny's big, soft and
useless thighs. The ravaging cheerleader relaxed her sleek, killer legs,
releasing her "death grip" on poor Jenny's jaw at the same time, and the
"slain" older brunette just kind of laid there wrapped up in Randi's limbs,
her head lolling sideways, resting on the younger girl's upper arm. Spittle
continued to dribble from the lower corners of her gaping mouth, her
foam-caked lips moving soundlessly as if in silent protest against the
indignity of her present situation. It was, indeed, an indignity, and so much
more, a shameless capitulation, total submission to a fluffy little bimbo
cheerleader that Jenny, in her pre-Donna life as athletic goddess, would have
"eaten up for lunch" in no time flat. But that was then, this was now; NOW she
was merely an utterly spent, broken, disheartened, and, yes, hopelessly
aroused plaything for sexy Randi and her "Jenny killer" legs.

Randi was lying on one silky smooth hip, breathing hard from her inspired
labors, while her luscious play toy lay draped over her one arm. Now, having
caught her breath some, Jenny's latest tormentress pulled her arm out from
beneath Jenny's head, only half stifling a quick giggle as her limp
slave-mates cheek smacked the mat. Randi was pushing away now, almost
disdainfully jamming one hand up against poor Jenny's forehead, her one foot
jammed into the heart of Jenny's top-most thigh, rolling the limp brunette to
her back. Jenny wasn't going anywhere, arms flopping limply at her sides,
beautiful dark legs splayed out behind her, as she settled back into the mat
with a tortured gasp of air followed by an almost grateful sigh. Her fight was
long over, my beaten "goddess" submissively awaiting the final fall. Randi
took her sweet time getting there. Like a tigress on the prowl, she crawled to
the older girl's feet, reaching down and grabbing one kneecap in each hand.
Jenny merely trembled, whimpering softly, while Randi pushed out on her knees,
spreading her dark, rubbery limbs slightly, giving the marauding young
brunette enough room to wedge her shapely legs in between Jenny's trembling
legs. Sinking her fingers deep into the soft, squishy flesh of poor Jen's dark
thighs, the little bimbo took great delight in mangling and mauling those big
slack muscles while wedging her legs ever up and out, slowly spreading Jenny's
lifeless legs out to wide V's.

(Inside Jenny's head again)

She lay there like a limp raggedy ann doll, her dazed mind flashing back
suddenly to that long ago day when she was pushed back on to the towel rack,
her exhausted legs spread wide, her body and soul first taken by the
enchanting young woman who would soon become her mistress and teacher. She
whimpered as a fresh tremor crept through her rubbery, newly spread legs now,
feeling the heat, the power, the majesty of the other's BEST ASSETS that she
was helpless to resist. She gasped sharply as she felt her conquered legs
being pushed out ever wider, the protests of straining, stretched thigh
muscles dissolving quickly into an incessant, warm buzz centered squarely in
her crotch. Yes, Mistress had taught her well, essential life lessons since
reinforced by Merrie, Linda, Tonia and now sleek, sexy little dream, Randi.
She was right where she belonged, spread in blissful submission to a better
woman.

(Back inside Joey's head)

The wasted brunette was sobbing softly, shamelessly, as rubbery legs, which
for so long ruled the wrestling mat with steely strength and endurance,
quickly yielded to the marauding cheerleader. Her exhausted thigh muscles
having been literally laid to ruin by Randi's probing, smothering, crushing,
utterly dominating legs, the spread-eagled beauty rolled her head to and fro
in mostly silent agony, her few pathetic sniffles notwithstanding. But when
Randi moved up now, kneeling right over poor Jen's spread thighs, her bony
knee-caps digging into the soft, quivering flesh, the older brunette's feeble
writhing briefly erupted into a frenzied roiling, with Jenny lifting her head
up, twisting her upper torso, whimpering, "no no, gawwwwwwwd." Randi kept
grinding away, and Jenny's tormented cries continued, until Donna snarled
loudly, "aw shut the f____ up, ya miserable little slut!" Randi, who was
leering at Jenny's heaving bared breasts as she rocked back and forth on
Jenny's splayed, ruined legs, the raging little tigress looking just about
ready to drop down and devour those big, swollen, and rock hard, nipples
dancing beneath her gleaming eyes, perked up immediately on hearing her adored
mistress's voice. She drove a right hand straight forward now, palm pressing
firmly on Jenny's forehead. The anguished older brunette had risen almost to a
sitting position during her tormented writhing, but now dropped back to the
mat in an instant as Randi straightened her slender arm, pushing Jenny's head
down.

It was "ownership", pure and simple, the devouring cheerleader, her surprising
victory no longer in any doubt, using up the spent, helpless former wrestling
champion, and Donna seemed absolutely delighted by it all. Me, I was shocked
to see the sexy younger brunette gleefully, almost cruelly, mauling her
bigger, but utterly wasted, slave-mate; but tellingly, as always, it seemed,
while watching a seemingly endless string of humiliating destruction of my
once proud former classmate, I was also unavoidably, achingly aroused while
watching Jenny being dominated like this. Tonia, an edgy, but so far mostly
willing, accomplice to the devilishly alluring, and yes cruel, Birthday Girl,
was just kneeling there next to the tangled beauties, not even bothering to
drop her hand to the mat to signify the final fall, even though Jenny's
shoulders were once again settling in deep.

No, this one was going to end only when Mistress, I mean Donna, said so, it
seemed, even though I didn't know how Jenny, or I, could hold on even a second
longer. Actually, Jenny wasn't holding out, but rather long gone, hopelessly
pinned, a nearly limp, unresisting play toy for the devouring little tigress,
Randi. I was left to suffer and squirm in blue-balled agony watching it all,
frozen to my chair both by my desperate physical condition, and by the
imposing will and overwhelming presence of the domineering young woman sitting
next to me. So I endured, while out there on the mat poor Jenny just merely
melted. Randi had flung Jen's arms back behind her head, was moving up now,
slickened thighs slithering up against the sides of her victim's heaving
breasts, leaning over the whimpering older brunette, firmly pressing Jen's
wrists flat to the mat before pulling back up to a sitting position astride
Jenny's upper abdomen, coiled legs pressing lightly against the sides of
Jenny's heaving bared breasts. Even though Randi was no longer pressing her
wrists to the mat, Jenny's arms stayed put, draped limply behind her head, her
softly quivering, useless legs still splayed wide as well, while Randi pushed
her own luscious legs in tighter against her smothered slave-mate, her silky
smooth thighs pressing tight and rubbing up against Jenny's smallish breasts,
mashing them together till the soft, pale breast flesh was pushed obscenely
upward, her sensitive tits caught in a tight, unyielding sandwich, as it were
between the incredibly beautiful, taut thighs of her leggy tormentor. Poor
Jenny moaned loudly, but bucked only feebly as Randi continued to squeeze her
soft, sensitive breasts together, which only drove the lusty little tigress to
inflict more sweet torment on her defeated slave-mate. The sexy cheerleader
eagerly devoured poor Jenny's rock hard and swollen nipples, rolling the
jutting nubs around between thumb and forefinger, laughing huskily while
Jenny's feeble writhing evolved into a brief, frenzied bucking, followed by a
sudden, exquisitely tormenting gasp, a body shuddering total surrender, then
NOTHING, the completely drained former wrestling champion reduced finally to a
limp, softly whimpering rag-doll while Randi, still mounted atop poor Jen,
arched and hissed, "YESSSSSS!." She knew now it was REALLY OVER. Poor Jenny
had given up, given her, literally EVERYTHING!

Even Donna, and by extension, her big, beautiful blonde cohort, Tonia,
nominally still the referee for this steamy slaughter, recognized there was
little more to wring out of the completely exhausted, utterly whipped, and
totally submissive one-time wrestling goddess at this point. So Donna waved
her arms imperiously at the big blonde, who settled back in for the final slap
of the mat. Poor Jen was just lying there, arms draped behind her head, tanned
legs spread wide, looking all deliciously used up, with leggy, sexy Randi, her
unlikely conqueror, still sitting astride her splayed, defeated body. I was
barely holding on, I knew Jenny was LONG GONE, and in one final glance before
I collapsed to the ground in a drunken swoon I thought Randi was pretty much
gone as well, or rather pleasantly drained in grateful victory. But the sexy
cheerleader had one more lusty trick in mind, lifting one luscious leg at the
last minute, while still sitting astride her conquered slave-mate, and
haughtily pressing her bare foot down across poor Jen's sweat and spittle
caked face. It was the ultimate humiliation, a foot-in-the-face pin instantly
made official by Tonia's hand smacking the mat.

Jenny's conquered body jerked sharply at impact with a final orgasmic tremor,
accompanied by her all-too familiar feeble gasp of total surrender... AGAIN!
Me, I was there too, pretty much, at that point, curled up in an almost fetal
position, the room swirling dizzily, drunkenly around me, squirming still in
blue-balled agony. Just as Jenny let go, my long overheated cock surrendered
its final, pitiful load into my already cum-soaked jockey shorts.

I must have passed out for a moment or two then, for when I woke up the room
was already emptying, Randi, Donna's new "slave champion", was wrapped in her
young Mistress's arms, already enjoying the spoils of her victory by being
allowed to lovingly suckle one of Donna's firm ripe breasts. Jenny and I were
the only ones who hadn't moved in whatever period of time I'd been in my
drunken stupor. The vanquished brunette, my long fallen goddess, still lay
spread-eagled where she'd given it all up to Randi in that final, steamy fall.
I couldn't tell whether she was even conscious or not; little matter since, as
said, she was long since GONE. There were just a few of us left in the room at
this point; Randi all wrapped up still in Donna's approving arms, Jenny flat
on her back on the mat still, Tonia, over sprawled in a nearby chair thirstily
sucking down a beer, and me, of course. Donna pushed her leggy slave champion
to one side, cheerily telling Tonia, "take her to the shower, hun... get her
cleaned up for later."

Tonia nodded, slinging her arms around the slinky cheerleader and leading her
off. Now there were just three of us. I thought it best to just tuck and run,
but I couldn't find my over-sized T-shirt, couldn't really remember removing
it as a matter of fact, but needed it desperately now to cover the evidence
down below, namely my damp, cum-soaked crotch. I was about to slink out of
there anyhow, make a mad dash to my car, leave with tail tucked firmly between
my legs, resigned to living with the enduring embarrassment and humiliation of
being seen by who knows how many of Donna's pals like this in all my
cum-soaked misery. But just then Donna moved over to Jenny, roughly lifting
her by one arm and turning her face down, the vanquished brunette's cute
little butt now wagging in the air. Donna merely sneered down at the
pathetically beaten woman at her feet and tauntingly pushed the heel of her
foot against Jenny's butt cheeks, pressing hard until Jenny's wasted body
jerked sharply, just once. Satisfied, Donna kicked her over to her back, moved
to Jenny's feet and lifted them up, starting to drag her feet first out of the
room.

I had already staggered to my feet by then, planning my quick escape out of
there. It was then that my long time infatuation with Jenny, even a beaten
down, all used up Jenny, got the better of me. I gave a startled yelp at
seeing Donna callously grabbing poor Jen by the ankles and starting to drag
her out of there. Donna turned around to stare at me instantly; and Tonia
started to get up to move toward me at the same time; but the young birthday
girl snapped sharply at her blonde cohort, "get back, BITCH, I'll handle this.
I'd followed my surprised yell by staggering toward Donna and Jenny, some
quasi-noble idea of rescuing my fallen goddess working its way through my
beer-sodden mind. It was a BIG MISTAKE. She was on me instantly, grabbing my
shoulders, swinging one fantastic, muscled leg up swiftly into the pit of my
stomach. I bent over her driving knee as the wind went out of me, dropping
like a rock to my knees as soon as she let me go. In another instant her
mighty, muscled thighs were closing around my head, squeezing HARD. It was
only painful for a very short time. Mercifully, perhaps, I drifted quickly
down and out into murky blackness. My night was OVER, but a new day would
arrive in a few, fitful hours; and with it would come new troubles, for both
Jenny and me.

(to be continued)