Much as she still missed her husband, Frank, Sandy had to admit things were otherwise going well for her and her children.  Nearly a year without him had passed, and now the one thing Sandy dreaded rolled around. It was time again for the annual two day tournament at Bill's GYM! Much as she dreaded it, Sandy was too proud to pass THAT up, even though she knew she'd be in for the toughest fights of her career. This year, both Bill and Karen were going to be in it. The match ups were supposed to be random, but Sandy could tell they were rigged, and she'd be fighting both Karen and Bill the second day. The worst thing was she knew she'd be thinking of Frank the whole time, and how she messed up their lives at this same damn tournament a year ago.

The first day of the tournament went just as Sandy figured it would. She beat her first four opponents, two men and two women, with ease. All of them were Bill's students, although one used to be a regular at Frank's Gym. There was some satisfaction in that, but she kept looking at the one wall, where that bastard Bill had kept the pictures of her with her foot on Frank's neck and the one of her carrying him like a trophy over her shoulder, with that damn insulting remark under it.  Karen and Bill both beat all their opponents easily too, and tomorrow, she'd be facing Karen in the semifinals.

That night, Sandy lay in bed not sleeping, but just holding Frank's picture and looking at the wall. “God it was a year ago tomorrow, that I ruined my live and Franks! But tomorrow I have to win, and this time I want to do it big time! If only Frank was here to help!” She lay listening to the clock ticking and finely dozed just before sunrise, with Frank's picture tight in her arms.

Penny was not going to go to the tournament, as there was a rule that spectators had to be over sixteen, but as Sandy was going out the door, she stopped her mother and said. “WIN this one for Dad, Mom!” and gave her a huge hug. Sandy knew she was going to win now for she truly had her daughter back.

As Sandy was stretching in her corner, she looked over and saw Karen giving her a hungry once over. Licking her lips, Karen blew her a kiss.

“God! I'm going to love beating that bitch! She still thinks I'd go to bed with either one of them!”  Sandy had defiantly worn her most revealing bikini for this fight thinking, a little maliciously. "Let her drool, this'll really piss that skinny, flat-chested broad off!”

As Sandy stood in her corner waiting for the ref to arrive so the fight could start, she noticed that although most fighters fought barefoot in these matches, or at most wore sneakers, Karen had on a pair of heavy hiking boots. Karen was also wearing a much more conservative two piece bathing suit, and Sandy found out later, underneath the redhead had on a heavy duty girdle and a heavy weight bra for extra protection.

Sandy knew she should protest the boots, but she sniffed to herself, “If the bitch thinks she needs them let her! See if it does her any good!”

Just then Bill rang the bell starting the fight. Sandy looked around, bewildered, because the ref still hadn't arrived.

“Guess we're not gonna have a ref to save your ass, Sweety!” Karen sneered.

Sandy understood now. She shrugged. “Okay with me! It's your skinny ass that'll need saving!”
As Sandy walked out to meet Karen, in the middle of the ring, Karen raised her hands, challenging Sandy to test her strength, still laughing at her.

Smiling back, Sandy took Karen's hands and started to squeeze. They both gave it their all. It went on for some time with sweat running down both their faces. As the struggle went on, seemingly endlessly, Karen slowly gave ground. Sandy could see the pain in Karen's face, as inch by inch she forced the smaller girl to her knees.

Just as Karen's knees touched the mat, Sandy pulled her up, and went down on her back pulling Karen with her. Bringing her feet up into Karen's gut, she held onto Karen's hands and flipped her over onto her back. Karen landed with a painful flop.

Leaping to her feet, Sandy jumped into the air and came down into Karen's stomach with her knees. As Karen doubled up, Sandy grabbed her face and shoved her back down with a loud thud as the back of her head hit the mat.

Knowing she could end the fight now made Sandy careless. She started toying with Karen, turning her over and over on the mat by her feet until the redhead's head was spinning dizzily.

Sandy stood over her dizzy opponent, hands on her hips, looking down at her enemy with contempt.

Just when it seemed Karen wouldn't get up again, the vicious redhead retaliated with her last bit of strength, kicking the overconfident Sandy between the legs with her work boot. With a loud 'ooff' Sandy went down on her knees, doubled over in pain.

Karen stumbled to her feet. As she slowly got her breath back, she stood over Sandy looking down at her with hate filled eyes.

As Karen got her breath back, she tore Sandy's halter from her swelling bosom. "Step One in making you, My Bitch!'  She muttered. Sandy, still paralyzed by pain, could only wail in protest. The crowd went wild when Sandy's gorgeous breasts popped into view.

Sandy could hardly move below the waist but she furiously struggled to get up.  Karen watched her efforts through narrow, slitted eyes. Just when it seemed Sandy might succeed, Karen kicked her in the face, sending her back to the mat.

Karen stood over her nearly unconscious foe a moment, licking her lips hungrily, as she looked down at the lush curves of Sandy's voluptuous body, vulnerably displayed to her glittering eyes.

After a moment appreciative inspection, Karen leapt in the air, and came down on Sandy's stomach with her knees, pay back for what Sandy did to her moments before.

Now it was Karen's turn to dish out the punishment. Sandy was in terrible pain and about out of it. Picking Sandy up by her hair, Karen rammed her knee into Sandy's gut.

With a big smile on her face Karen twisted Sandy's arms behind her, planted her knee in Sandy's back and bent her backward until Sandy shrieked in pain.

When Karen let go, the pain paralyzed Sandy.  Her back hurt so, she was afraid to move. As she hesitated, Karen drove her boot into Sandy's kidney, intensifying the awful pain, if that was possible. Sandy fell flat on her face, almost unconscious.

Karen pulled Sandy to her feet. Sandy hardly knew where she was.  Her legs buckling, she would have fallen, if Karen hadn't held her up, long enough to position her.

When Karen had Sandy just the way she wanted her, she plowed a flurry of punches into her groggy foe. Sandy was so out of it, now, she couldn't defend herself, and just tottered there on rubbery legs, wailing at the pain.

The final punch to her lower belly, lifted poor Sandy right off her feet.

Before Sandy could fall, Karen caught her, and picked her up off the canvass. Sandy wailed fearfully as her feet left the firm ground.

Once she had her foe in the air, Karen body slammed Sandy to the mat.

Sandy stubbornly refused to give up, rolling over on her hands and knees, struggling to get up. Karen strutted around the ring with her hands in the air.  The crowd booed and hissed. Laughing, Karen ignored the catcalls, as she looked over at her poor victim, still doggedly trying to get up, even though she was in excruciating pain.

As the crowd roared in protest, Karen walked over and kicked Sandy with the steel toe of her work boot.

Karen still wasn't done battering Sandy into oblivion. Jumping up into the air, she came down, feet first, on Sandy's back flattening her big ripe melon breasts into the mat.

Sandy lay flattened on the mat, her only movement the spasmodic jerking of her body in agony. The awful pain brought tears to her eyes. Karen spun around in front of her.  Kneeling, she snatched a handful of hair, and pulled Sandy's face up off the canvass. With a sneering taunt, she raised her hand for a slap.  Sandy couldn't fight anymore, but peering fearfully up at Karen, she still gulped out a defiant retort.

Karen smacked Sandy's face painfully back and forth until Sandy's ears rang.

Karen let Sandy's head drop back to the canvas, and flipped her over, on her back. Helpless to protect herself, Sandy could only look up fearfully at the cruel redhead.

Karen climbed on top of Sandy, and grapevined her legs around Sandy's. She squeezed her arms about Sandy's upper body in a bear hug, trapping her. Sandy wriggled and struggled but she was in too much pain, too spent, to stop her.

Her face only inches from Sandy's, Karen leered at her helpless opponent, and crowed: "I told you I was gonna bed you, one way or the other! You made me do it the hard way! Well, that's okay with me! I like it better this way! NOW, you're gonna be MY BITCH, whether you like it or not!”

Karen forced her lips down on her helpless victim's mouth and drove her tongue deep into Sandy's mouth.  Feeling Karen's lips on hers and Karen's tongue in her mouth, Sandy tried to push up, but she lacked the strength to move Karen. She all but wept in agony. Karen's wiry arms gripped her upper body like steel cable. Her skinny upper body crushed Sandy's large sumptuous breasts.  Sandy couldn't breathe.  Hard as she tried, she couldn't get loose, and her struggles only added to her pain, and exhausted her more.

As Sandy started to pass out, Karen relaxed her grip. No longer feeling the life being squeezed out of her gave Sandy a small break. She stubbornly renewed her weak, hopeless struggle to get free. Karen feeling Sandy's last feeble effort, pulled out of her mouth and pushed down with her hands, kneading Sandy's breasts.

Karen laughed. “It's over, Whore! You're finished!” Then, not giving a damn who saw it, Karen started to play with Sandy's pussy, right there in the middle of the ring.

“Ommigod! What are you doing?” Sandy wailed as she felt Karen's hand inside her tiny bikini briefs, and then her awful, worm like fingers sliding into her pussy. She felt an electric shock as Karen fingered her clit. Too weak to resist her victorious foe's skilled fingers, Sandy went limp as her pussy flowed. Her body twitched and wriggled in submission to the vile rape.

The fickle wrestling fans were now cheering for Karen.  In mortification, Sandy heard the crowd go wild as she reluctantly experienced the hateful orgasm.

Once she'd totally humiliated Sandy in front of the crowd of her ardent fans and admirers, Karen got off the sobbing wrestler, and strutted around the ring waving to the crowd. Then she turned back to Sandy. Sandy still lay where Karen left her, hands over her face sobbing loudly. She tried to move but all she managed was to claw at her bikini thong to try to pull it back up over her violated pussy.

"Now to finish MY Bitch!" Karen muttered. She wouldn't be satisfied with just pinning Sandy. She wanted to hear Sandy screaming in agony, as she begged to submit.