College Vs. Session Wrestler, Part Eight
By brooksie brooksie@pacificcoast.net
A pair of college wrestlers are invited to an underground fetish club on "fight night".


Earlier this evening, some of the girls were talking about how good Shanice
was at meeting new people, how she could read themm so well, her success at
convincing people to participate in her "fight nights" and so on. I began to
wonder if this had all been part of an elaborate hustle. But that didn't make
sense. I mean, it's not like Shanice was desperate. She had a full card here
tonight and the place was packed. Besides, meeting us in the park was too much
of a coincidence, not to mention she was with us for several hours before she
even mentioned this event. I dismissed the thought. Still, I was too nervous
to converse or even drink my beer. I had to talk to Shanice about this!

"Taylor, you have to help me. I need to speak with Shanice. Can you go back
there with me and bring her out?"

"She's probably busy trying to find Karen something to wear. Why don't you
just relax and wait for the match to start."

"No!" I almost shouted. "I don't think this is a good idea. Please, just ask
Shanice to come out and talk to me."

She shrugged and stood up.

"Be right back," she said to the redhead who was sitting with us. Her friend
nodded.

I followed Taylor back to the entrance to the dressing rooms and waited while
she disappeared inside. Another huge bouncer was positioned there, making sure
I didn't try to follow her in. After a minute or so, Taylor emerged. Shanice
was right behind her.

"What's up, Scott?"

"Shanice, I don't think Karen should be doing this."

"Really? I didn't think you two had that kind of relationship."

"What kind?"

"The kind where the man calls the shots and decides what the woman can do."

"Aw, come on. That's not what this is about. I'm just worried, She's had a lot
to drink tonight and I'm not sure she knows what she's getting into."

"And you do?"

"No, it's just ... "

"Maybe I should go back there and tell her how you're afraid she can't handle
herself and are forbidding her to wrestle?"

"I'm not forbidding her!"

"So you're just afraid she won't be able to handle herself and you're asking
me not to let her wrestle. Ok. Is that what you want me to tell her? Say the
word Scott, and I'll do it."

Oh yeah, I thought. That would go over great. Karen would never forgive me!
Shanice stood there, regarding me with a cool look of amusement as I struggled
to think of how to justify my role as interloper in this situation. Once again
my mind went blank, overcome with the thought of how completely beautiful and
sexy she was in those hip-hugging white leather pants, bared midriff and
little white jacket and the tiny little fringed top her perfect, round breasts
strained against. She pulled me out of earshot of Taylor and the bouncer.
Looking me straight in the eyes she asked. "Do you trust me?"

I didn't answer.

"You don't?" she asked, pretending to pout.

"No, I do. But I don't want anything to happen to her."

"Hey now babycakes, you know that's a lie."

"What is?"

"Look, I got your message in the park this afternoon. You love Karen, but
you'd like her to be a little more open, sexually speaking, right? That's why
you wanted to come here tonight and why we spent so much effort talking her
into it. You do want something to happen to her, right?"

Up until then, I couldn't have been positive how much Shanice had really been
reading my mind earlier today and how much was me projecting powers of
intuition onto her. Now I knew for sure. She nailed it, all on her own.

"Look here honey," she continued, "there's nothing to worry about. I'll be in
the ring for this one myself. No one's going to get hurt."

"But what about Candi? I hear she's really tough and she looks mean."

"Look Scott, I'm not going to lie to you. She's very good. Most of these
dominatrix types are so fat and out of shape they probably couldn't beat the
strippers. But Candi's a real athlete. She trains and competes in submission
wrestling tournaments. And she's strong as an ox. But don't let the domination
thing throw you. She's not a psycho. Most of them aren't. They're usually very
good at reading people."

I stared at her, not knowing how to respond.

"We're just going to have some fun, put on a good show and see what we can do
about breaking down some of your girl's inhibitions in the process," she
added. "Just leave everything up to me. I'm going to take good care of you
tonight."

She gave me a quick kiss and a pat on the rear, as she stepped back through
the door to the dressing rooms.

As Taylor and I made our way back to the table, I wondered why she said she
would take care of "you". It was Karen I was concerned about. Maybe she meant
"you" in the generic sense, as in "you guys". I didn't know and really didn't
care. I just wanted to drink my beer and get back to having fun. Squeezing
back into our seats at the table, both Taylor and her red headed friend, whose
name I finally learned was Erica, snuggled in close to me. What the hell, I
thought. I wasn't in control of this situation. I never had been. Morgan had
been right. It was an adventure and no one is supposed to know exactly what's
going to happen on an adventure. I didn't feel like thinking about it anymore.
I was drunk, tired, and tired of thinking too. When I felt Erica's lips softly
biting at one ear and Taylor's voice whispering in the other if I was ready to
relax now, I breathed a heavy sigh and replied, "Oh yeah."

The waitress brought more shooters, which we quickly downed. The two gorgeous
women were all over me and I my powers of resistance at this point were nil. I
took turns kissing each of the sexy oil wrestlers while the other nibbled at
my neck, blew into my ear, tugged at my nipples through my shirt and rubbed my
legs. Unlike my encounter with Morgan earlier, this time I felt no guilt at
all. Nothing but pleasure. The booze was definitely doing its work. I mean,
Karen may have had a few more drinks that she was used to but she had, for the
most part, been drinking mineral water for the last hour or so. I on the other
hand, had been consuming alcohol non-stop since dinner. Shanice emerged from
the rear of the club, stopped by the sound booth to pick up her microphone and
headed towards the ring. She had shed the little leather jacket and wore only
the pants and top. She slipped off her heels and climbed through the ropes.

"All right people, it's true. We do have an extra added surprise for you all
tonight. One last wrestling match and it should be a very interesting contest.
I met a couple of real nice folks from Canada earlier today and they've been
here as my guests tonight. Here's one of them over here. Come on Scotty, stand
up so everyone can see your handsome face. Everyone give a nice welcome to
Scott."

I got a round of applause and a bunch of patrons, some of questionable gender
started hooting, wolf whistling and carrying on in a generally suggestive
manner. I quickly sat down.

"Scott's a wrestler at his school up in Vancouver, and I hear he's pretty
good. But he tells me the real wrestling champ is his girl, Karen and I'll
tell you what. I saw these two fooling around in the park today, and she
whipped his butt."

The crowd laughed in approval as Shanice continued.

"She's going to wrestle in her first submission style match. Y'all give it up
now, for one Canada's top female college wrestlers, this is Karen!"

I couldn't believe what I saw when her came through the doorway and began
walking towards the ring. She was wearing a fire engine red bikini! Compared
to some of the suits I'd seen, I guess it was modest, but it was quite a bit
more brief than anything I'd ever seen her in. Cut very high at the waist, it
made her legs look longer. Although she didn't have six-pack abs, Karen did
have a nice, trim waist and big pectoral muscles that supported her small
breasts nicely. As she stepped through the ropes, the audience cheered,
whistled and clapped at the sight of her well-muscled body. With her short
blonde hair and clean cut looks, she seemed fit her description perfectly. She
looked like what she was...a sweet, but strong young farm girl. She smiled at
the applause she was getting and waved both hand in acknowledgment.

"I'd tell you about all the wrestling titles she's won, but we don't have all
night, which is about how long it would take."

The crowd laughed again.

"Her opponent tonight is someone you know well, if you're a regular here at
fight night ... hey I'm just curious now. How many regulars we got here
tonight?"

Nearly everyone in the room responded. One thing was for sure ... Shanice had
a pretty popular event on her hands here. I wondered what her per centage
split was with the club? I had the feeling she was doing all right. Shit,
there I was thinking again. Stop it, Scott! I looked back towards the dressing
room as Shanice resumed her introduction.

"Ha-ha, that's great. Thank you all, so much, for supporting this event. So as
I was saying, you know her, you love her, one of our best submission wrestlers
here at the Shaggy Horse ... Mistress Candi!"

Also receiving a huge round of applause, Candi walked up the aisle towards the
ring, looking not too much different than she had earlier. She was still
dressed in full leather garb. But as she stepped up to the ring apron, off
came the jacket, shorts and hat. She also wore a leather wrist bands, which
she left on, and a collar that she took off. I thought the collar a strange
accessory for a dominatrix. Underneath she had on a simple black two piece
suit, similar in cut to Karen's, except the top was quite a bit larger. The
one Karen had on would barely have covered Candi's nipples. I knew Karen
weighed around 140-145. Candi had, I estimated, probably twenty-five or thirty
pounds on her. She was heavily built but not plump, like a lot of the other
mistresses here. She was only slightly thick through the waist, which didn't
affect her shape all that much due to her broad shoulders and hips. She still
wore her boots and when she unzipped them and pulled them off I saw the source
of her power for the first time. Her legs were simply enormous. Not fat, just
gigantic quadriceps that bulged out so far I couldn't sure at first that my
vision wasn't playing tricks on me. The sweep of her thighs was amazing and
her calves were the size of softballs, easily! They were the biggest and
hardest I'd ever seen, certainly on a woman. In truth, I couldn't ever
remember a man with calves like that either. Without her boots, I could see
she wasn't six feet tall after all. She was actually the same height as
Shanice, around 5'9, 5'10. Even so, she appeared to tower over my 5'6 inch
girlfriend. I looked at Karen and gave her what I hoped was a smile of
encouragement. But it wasn't a good sign that I was able to catch her eye at
all. Right before her matches, Karen usually seemed like she was a million
miles away. She didn't appear to have her normal level of concentration. But
then again, why should she? It was a strange and unfamiliar situation. I hoped
she was at least calm enough to keep her wits about her. I had a feeling she
was going to need them. I still felt worried, but not particularly guilty.
Sure, I'd talked her into coming here tonight but her being in this ring
wasn't my doing. At least, that's what I kept telling myself.

Shanice had the two women shake hands, then gave the signal to begin
wrestling. Karen started off moving in the way I was so familiar with, the way
she always began. Slow, but constant movement, great balance, good head and
foot movement. She used the takedown attempt I thought she would, one she
favoured against taller, heavier opponents. Instead of shooting low for a
single or double leg takedown, She struck with a relatively upright posture,
so her opponent couldn't use their weight on her back. This type of attack
left her head vulnerable to a reverse headlock, which Candi now had on her. I
knew that wouldn't concern Karen. Grabbing Candi's far leg with one arm and
pushing near thigh, Karen basically rotated her opponent's hips, throwing her
off balance and allowing her an easy take them down with an ankle hook. As
Candi fell back, she was forced to let the headlock go. Once she was on her
back, Karen drove in behind her near thigh, forcing it back against her chest
and worked her position a bit more to the side as she went for the head and
arm pin, which she got. In our type of wrestling, she would have scored a
brilliant, thoroughly demoralizing thirty-second pin. In the kind of match she
was in, however, it didn't amount to much so far. Karen had her weight
centered and her legs well positioned, so Candi's upper body was pinned tight,
but I noticed Karen seemed to be losing the hold on her leg. Candi kept
forcing it back down, causing Karen to try moving off her side to get more
weight behind the leg.

A pin in collegiate wrestling is called the second the ref sees both shoulders
on the mat, but this pin had already lasted for fifteen seconds or so and had
given Karen no real advantage. She needed to let go of Candi's head and risk
losing control of her upper body, if she wanted to hold onto her leg. But
Karen's training was too well instilled. Letting go of a pin was completely
foreign to her. As a result, she was having a harder and harder time hanging
onto the huge, muscular leg she was trying to control. Finally, she lost it.
With her arms otherwise occupied, Karen couldn't prevent the dark haired
dominatrix from swinging her powerful legs up and catching her head in between
them. The moment Candi locked her ankles, Karen forgot all about the pin hold,
immediately attempting to free herself from the scissors grip. Candi swung her
legs, taking Karen over with them. Both women were lying on their sides, with
Karen's head caught between Candi's mountainous thighs. Karen quickly got her
knees under her and drove her weight forward. It worked! The momentum, aided
by Karen's pushing on Candi's calf, allowed her head to pop free. Karen
scrambled quickly to her feet. Unsure of what to next, she allowed her
opponent to get to hers as well.

The reality that she was fighting an unfamiliar style seemed to settle over
her. She had a blank, perhaps slightly confused expression on her face. Pins
were probably not going to help her much, yet that's what she had been trained
to work for. She was getting lots of advice from those close to the ring,
including some of the girls at our table, but I'm not sure she was taking any
of it in. As she began to move in on Candi again, I could really see how the
booze was affecting her. Her movements were not as crisp, controlled or
precise as usual. She seemed sluggish and did some things she would normally
never have, such as allowing her feet to cross. Finally she tried for a single
leg takedown, but moved in slowly, and somewhat clumsily, allowing Candi time
to plant her legs and lean her weight forward. I watched them struggle and
thought how Karen looked like she was trying to pull a tree out of the ground
by its roots. With Candi leaning over her back, Karen was having no success at
all in budging those thick legs. I wondered if having her hands all over those
massively-muscled thighs intimidated her.

For a few seconds, the women grappled to a standoff. Candi made a few tries
for a headlock, which Karen managed to avoid by keeping her head low.
Switching strategies, Candi looped her arms around Karen's waist and lifted
her feet right out from under her. She heaved a second time and managed to
turn Karen upside down. As her feet sailed up into the air, Candi let the
momentum carry her right over, dumping Karen on to the mat behind her.
Although the fall stunned her momentarily, Karen recovered quickly enough to
do what she knew instinctively to do ... get off her back! She rolled over and
began to rise to her knees when Candi struck. Moving pretty fast for a big
woman, she slipped her legs around Karen's waist. Then she straightened her
legs and locked her ankles, cinching Karen into a flat body scissors. For a
brief moment, I thought Karen might be able to get to her feet and break the
hold, but she couldn't even maintain her position on her knees. Candi thrust
her hips forward while slamming her thighs together. After a few of those,
Karen was laying flat on her stomach, face down on the mat. This was not good,
I thought. Karen couldn't make it back to her knees and was trying to use her
arms to somehow loosen the pressure those cruel limbs were inflicting on her.
Leaning forward, Candi turned a tough situation into an impossible one by
grasping one of Karen's wrists and using it to twist her arm into a
hammerlock. With only one arm free, there was no way out. Candi taunted Karen
gleefully as she brutally tortured her ribs, her legs flexed to their full,
terrifying power.

"Had enough, Ms. Big College Wrestler? You give up yet?", Candi yelled in her
ear.

Karen didn't say anything. She continued to struggle, but her efforts grew
rapidly more feeble until she lay still under the crushing power of Candi's
legs.

"Give?"

I couldn't hear what Karen said, if she actually did say anything. But there
was no mistaking her hand slapping the mat. Candi let out a lusty laugh. Then
she opened her legs and planted a foot against Karen's hip, shoving her over
onto her back. Candi stood, looking down imperiously as Karen lay looking up
at her, holding her ribs and gasping for breath. Candi laughed again and
walked slowly to her corner with a cocky swagger. Karen got to her feet and
stood, slightly bent over, holding her ribs. She slowly made it back to her
corner to rest. Shanice was there, checking on her. She indicated she could
continue, but it was plain to see Candi's scissors hold was no laughing
matter. Karen's mouth was hanging open and she continued to hold her sides and
rock gently back and forth for another few seconds before trying a few
tentative stretches. Looking over from her corner, Candi had the smirk back on
her face as she teased Karen by flexing her leg muscles.

The second fall started out even more slowly than the first. Karen knew now
that she was in a completely different kind of match. I could almost hear the
wheels turning in her head as she searched for a way to attack without falling
victim to Candi's legs. For her part, the big dominatrix, bearing of look of
confidence on her face, seemed perfectly content to let Karen come to her. But
Karen hung back, forcing Candi to be more aggressive. They locked up a couple
of time, with neither getting a clear advantage. Finally, Karen exploded into
action. She rushed at Candi, putting her shoulder into the bigger woman's
solar plexus and brought her to the mat using a standard collegiate wrestling
move, a simple double leg takedown. Watching the two girls roll around on the
mat, I could see Karen was a different wrestler than the one I was used to
watching. Her movements had none of their usual deliberation. She was
literally flailing and thrashing around, fighting to maintain top position. At
first, I didn't understand why she was wrestling this way. Then it dawned on
me. Ever since the first time she had stepped onto a mat, against an older,
experienced boy who she pinned in under two minutes, Karen had never had any
doubt about her wrestling ability. Her trademark was the bold, confident
approach she brought to the mat. She wasn't cocky or egotistical, but she had
absolutely no fear. Until now, that is. Candi did intimidate her and Karen was
responding with desperation. She was still on top of Candi and spun around so
she was head-to-head with the big brunette, their legs pointing in opposite
directions. I recognized what Karen was doing. She was working toward getting
a crucifix pin. It's similar to a cross-body and not used in college wrestling
very much. But if you can get it, it's a pretty effective hold. With your
opponent flat on their back, you try to scissor one of their arms, curl your
torso in tight behind their neck and control their other arm with yours. It's
easier to get into from a cross-body pin than the position Karen was in. So
far, she had Candi's left arm stretched out and her head pushed up against her
abdomen. But she was having a tough time capturing Candi's right arm with her
legs. Candi thwarted her by getting an arm around one leg and was now trying
to pull Karen's lower body right overtop of herself. For a minute or two they
remained in more or less the same position, struggling for dominance. Candi
wouldn't give up Karen's leg while Karen, in turn, clung onto the dark haired
woman's arm. Eventually Candi was successful enough in unbalancing Karen that
she had to abandon her attempt at the crucifix and hopped over Candi's body.
She was able to stay on top and snared the larger girl's head with a reverse
headlock. Twisting her body around, she recaptured Candi's left arm and
attempted her first submission hold. She was trying to scissor the arm between
her knees, which would force it to bend backwards at the elbow. Unfortunately,
Karen couldn't secure the arm lock and lost her headlock in the attempt as
well. The two wrestlers were back to grappling for position again.

Karen was still fighting defensively, making sure to avoid getting caught
between Candi's mountainous legs again. This lead to her being underneath the
big dominatrix much of the time. I noticed, as the contest continued, that
Candi was comfortable fighting from her back, unlike Karen who's first
instinct was to turn over. Candi was keeping Karen at a disadvantage by
attacking her arms. Finally she got her in a hammerlock and used her weight to
hold Karen down while she worked her arm. She had her head down close to
Karen's and seemed to be whispering something in her ear, I couldn't tell for
sure.

After half a minute or so went by, Candi's fans started sensing victory and
began cheering for her. It seemed like Karen was about to be defeated. She
hadn't given up yet, but she was unable to free herself from the armlock. Over
a minute had gone by and Karen was still face down, with her arm being held
behind her back. But as I watched closely, I noticed Candi wasn't trying to
force her wrist up towards her shoulder. She had a slight turn on the wrist,
but she didn't appear to be trying to achieve a submission from my girlfriend.
Candi seemed content to keep Karen pinned and let the pressure work gradually.
She held Karen in the hold for another minute or so, then suddenly got to her
knees and turned the hold into an armbar. With one big knee pinning Karen's
neck to the mat, Candi worked this hold for another minute or so. Again, she
must have been holding back on the pressure. I was sure she could have gotten
a submission by applying enough pressure to Karen's elbow joint. From her
knees, Candi then got to her feet and used a wrist lock to force Karen to
hers. Karen's arm seemed limp and weak, and Candi had no trouble using it to
control her. Candi pulled the arm across the back of her neck while bending
forward, pulling Karen across her back as in a fireman's carry. She began
working one arm in between Karen's legs. I had only just reached the
horror-filled realization of what was about to happen, when it did. Candi body
slammed Karen onto the mat, sending her crashing onto her back, took her by
her sore arm, lifted her up and did it again. Karen rolled over onto her side,
groaning in pain. There's no way she could have been expecting anything like
that. Candi took a moment to acknowledge her fans. She flexed her biceps and
briefly posed, a smug little smile on her face. Then she dropped to the mat to
finish Karen off with a headscissors hold. Lying so she was facing Karen's
feet, Candi she raised my girl's still-groggy head and slid her legs around
it. Karen was on her right side, facing towards Candi's ankles. Candi held
onto her right arm, stretching it out, then began to squeeze her legs
together. From the second she clamped the hold on, I could see Karen had no
hope of escape. Candi's powerful legs flexed as they compressed Karen's head
in between them. Her huge quadriceps muscles bulged with frightening size as
she locked her ankles and applied pressure. Karen's head disappeared between
them. She tried using her legs to get some escape leverage, but that proved
futile. With her free arm, she pushed and pulled at Candi's thigh, but it
didn't budge. In a very short period of time, there was little, if any,
movement showing from Candi's victim. Candi taunted her by challenging Karen
to escape while bragging that no one ever had. She then asked for her
submission again but if Karen answered at all, her response was too muffled by
Candi's massive thighs to be understood. Karen was now so still, I started to
worry she had lost consciousness. A wave of panic rose in me, just as Candi
loosened her terrifying grip and Karen flopped onto her back. Karen seemed out
of it, but still conscious.

"I didn't hear you submit," Candi yelled, kneeling beside her. "You give up,
little girl?"

Karen moaned, but that was all. Candi continued her verbal assault.

"You gonna submit, tough girl? I can't hear you. Ok, I guess that means we're
still wrestling. Now what was that you called me? A bimbo with fake tits? How
about I show you another hold and you can find out how fake they really are."

Candi's big tits sprung free as she unsnapped her bikini top and tossed it to
one side of the ring. Unsupported, I could see they sagged a bit, just from
their own weight. Unlike the blonde twins, whose fake boobs were almost as
large as Candi's but stuck straight out and didn't seem to change shape, even
while they were getting tossed around the ring by their opponents, Candi's
looked like they were made of real flesh. Make that a lot of real flesh.
Half-naked, she pounced on Karen, pinning her arms and dangling her boobs in
her face. Karen tried to turn her head to the side, but that was all she could
do, as Candi moved lower on her body and wrapped her legs around the outside
of hers. Then she stuck her feet underneath Karen's calves, and hooked them
back over her ankles. With Karen's legs trapped in the grapevine hold, Candi
leaned as far forward as possible and stretched Karen's arms straight up over
her head.

"Time to show you what a real set of tits feels like."

Karen was well-pinned underneath Candi and could do nothing to prevent the
larger woman from lowering her breasts onto her face. They were so big, they
completely covered Karen's face. I couldn't see how she could breathe like
that. When Candi lifted her chest up, it was clear that she couldn't. Karen
gasped for air. Candi let her take a few gulps before lowering her flesh orbs
onto her and cutting off her air supply again.

"What do you think now? Still think they're fake? Or do you need another
sample?"

"No, please no don't. I can't breath with them on me."

"Aww, are my big, real tits too much for you? Tell you what little girl. Maybe
if you just apologize to them, they won't have to smother you anymore. Go on,
say you're sorry."

Candi started to rotate her shoulders causing her boobs swing back and forth.
She leaned lower, getting a laugh from the crowd as she banged them against
the side of Karen's face.

"I said, apologize to them."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I said they were fake."

"They? You're not talking to me. I said apologize to them, not me. Go on,
first the left one."

Candi lowered her left breast until the nipple was hovering right over Karen's
mouth.

"Say it!"

"I ... I'm sorry."

"That's good. Now kiss it."

When Karen resisted this order, Candi slid back down for more leverage and
straightened her legs, causing Karen's to bend in two directions, putting
painful pressure on her knee joint. She cried out in agony.

"I give, I give up. Please, you win. Let me go."

"Not until you finish apologizing. I said to kiss it. Now DO IT!"

This time Karen puckered her lips and planted and quick kiss on Candi's
breast.

"Now the other one."

Karen went to kiss it too, but Candi pulled it up out of reach.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I, I thought you wanted me to kiss it?"

"First you apologize. Say you're sorry, then you can kiss it."

In that brief exchange, Candi had managed to make it sound like Karen wanted
to kiss her breast, like she had been too eager. Later, I was to discover
that's how true domination worked, on the mind as much as the body.

Karen apologized again, this time with Candi's right breast an inch or so away
from her lips.

"All right, now you may kiss it."

It sounded as if Karen was receiving a reward. Even is she wanted too, she was
in no position to protest. Candi's hold on her legs was tolerable as long as
she wasn't applying pressure, but she could have Karen in a world of pain the
instant she did.

"Did you like that. Did my breasts taste nice?"

Erin and Taylor giggled. They knew where Candi was going with this before I
did. But I soon realized, there was no answer she could give to spare herself
more torment. She dared not say no, for fear of having Candi hurt her with the
grapevine hold she had her in. But if she admitted to enjoying it ...

"I asked you a question. Did they taste sweet?"

No answer. Candi jolted Karen with another blast from her legs.

"All right, all right. Yes. You're breasts taste nice. Please, let me go. I
give up."

"That's nice sweetie. You want to taste them some more?"

"No."

"No?" Candi tensed her legs again, pressuring Karen's knees painfully.

"Ow, ow. Ok, yes."

Candi relaxed.

"That's better. Now beg me for the privilege. Beg for my tits."

"Please, please. Let me kiss your breasts."

"Are you begging?"

"Yes, yes I beg you."

"Very well. But I want lots of tongue this time," Candi announced in a loud,
clear voice. "And little bites, but be gentle. You don't want to make me mad,
do you?"

"No ... " Karen said, half sobbing.

"What's going on?" I demanded of Taylor. "She gave up. Why isn't Shanice
stopping this? I'm going to ... "

I tried to stand up, but lost my balance and plopped back down onto the chair.
Once again, I tried to get to my feet and once again, failed. This time, both
Erin and Taylor pulled me back down and held onto me. I doubt I could have
made it to ringside anyway, in my current state of inebriation. I turned my
attention back to the ring. Left with little choice, Karen closed her eyes,
but opened her mouth and allowed Candi to lower her hardened nipple into it.
For the next minute or two Candi kept her pinned as she alternated having
first one, then the other breast in her mouth while she ground her hips
against Karen's abdomen. Finally she let up. Looking down at Karen with a look
of cold satisfaction, Candi jerked her legs straight several times, causing
Karen to scream her submission. The tall, big-bosomed dominatrix unraveled her
legs and stood up. She looked around for her discarded bikini top. She picked
it up and casually strode back to her corner. While Karen slowly picked
herself up off the mat, Candi busied herself putting her top back on. She
grinned evilly at her opponent.

End Of Part 8