I won't lie to you. Life for my sister Kristen, my Mom Cynthia and I was a
living hell for several weeks after our destruction at the hands of our
step-family. They beat our asses in humiliating fashion and our family pride
was deeply wounded. My family has always been a proud family; perhaps a
little arrogant and self-admiring, but rightfully proud. OK, my Mom is
extremely arrogant and my sister is a carbon copy of her, but I love them dearly.
We took a little time to regroup after that fateful afternoon but once the
wounds had healed we were ready for revenge and I'm talking furious
vengeance here!

I think it's in everyone's nature to strive to excel in front of their loved
ones. Success witnessed by your family produces a satisfaction that's hard
to beat. That Little League homer you hit when Dad is in the stands or the
overtime game winning goal you roof over the goalie's shoulder with Mom
standing and cheering is a moment in time that stays with you for years.
Perhaps the only thing that surpasses it is when it is accomplished in honor
of your lover. "I'd fight anyone for you," is a powerful statement but when
the person making that vow actually carries through with it there's nothing
stronger. When I reflect back upon our fight with Terri, Brianne and Travis
it's clear to me what was at stake. We were fighting for the honor of our
loved ones. I wasn't only fighting for Mom and Kristen, even more I was
fighting for the admiration of my girlfriend Danielle. It was the same
principle as far as Mom and Kristen were concerned. Mom was fighting for Dad
and Kristen was fighting for her man Karl. Our combined failures were
admittedly devastating but our inherent pride refused to accept a defeat
that ultimately cost us the favor of those we were fighting for.

Even though Dad was no longer with us Mom always felt him in spirit and her
lackluster performance versus Terri haunted her. It was too much for a proud
woman to stomach. She wanted a chance at redemption. As for Kristen, the
fact that Karl had left with Brianne after the petite redhead kicked my
sister's ass burned to her core. Most girls would probably say fuck him and
leave it be, but not my sister. Arrogance, pride and a healthy dose of blind
love prompted Kristen to covet the same kind of revenge my mother craved.
That's where I diverged from the rest of my family. That son of a bitch
Travis not only won the fight that day, he also won my girl Danielle. The
little bitch disappeared from my life and I soon found out that she and
Travis were an item. Unlike Kristen, I did say fuck the traitor and soon
went running to my ex-girlfriend for compassion. Abby patched me up and gave
me a renewed vigor, one that had me standing proud with my Mom and sister
when it came time to exact some big league revenge.

Mom, Kristen, me and Abby had a long talk one night about challenging Terri,
Brianne, Travis and Danielle. I wasn't so sure Abby would go for it but I
was really hoping she would. I wanted to see her punish Danielle and kick
her deceitful little ass. I'd heard the bitch Danielle had even colored her
blonde hair to match her cohort's auburn shade and for some reason that
really frosted my balls. Abby is a true blonde with gorgeous flowing locks
half way down her back. At 5'2" and 115 pounds she had a couple of inches
and about 15 pounds on Danielle, but the most dramatic advantage in her
favor was breasts. Danielle is pretty flat upstairs but Abby has the most
succulent set of 36C's I've ever seen on an eighteen year old. I doubt her
superior tits gave her much of an advantage fight-wise but they certainly
did when it came to appearance. My cock did a jig in my shorts when Abby
excitedly stated she couldn't wait to tear into Danielle. I'm not a
religious guy but I will admit there are certain times worthy of giving
thanks and this was one! All four of us were present in our living room when
Mom made the call and she had it on the speakerphone so we could all hear
Terri's reaction.

"Cynthia!" Terri said. "What a wonderful surprise! I was wondering when
you'd get around to calling."

"Stifle it, bitch." growled Mom. "You know why I'm calling."

"Well...I guess you never did formally congratulate us on wiping up your
lawn with your sorry asses." teased Terri.

"Savor it, you tramp." countered Mom. "Your moment of glory is over. Now
it's time for a rematch!"

"I'm sure we can accommodate you." responded Terri. "Now let me get this
straight...do all three of you wish to be beaten and severely humiliated
again?"

"All four of us, bitch!" stated Mom. "Kyle's girlfriend Abby's looking
forward to thrashing that little turncoat Danielle. I know she's been
staying with you."

"Yeah she's living here...but she's been sleeping in Travis' room. Truth be
known, I don't think they get much sleep! God knows I don't!" joked Terri.
As much as I figured it wouldn't, that comment pissed me off.

"Shut up you pig." snarled Mom, mostly in my defense. "Are you gonna fight
or what?"

"Oh, definitely." answered Terri. "But this time WE make the rules. After
all...WE'RE the champs, aren't we?" she giggled. "The stakes are going to be
dramatic, Cyn. I'll explain, then we'll see how serious you four are about
the fight."

"We're dead serious. What are the rules?" asked Mom. Terri hit us with them
and she hit us hard!

"The fight will take place here in our basement rec room. It's big and we
have a large mat on which we've laid out numerous rival families foolish
enough to issue a challenge. I'm sure you and your clan will fit nicely on
it too. Just like the first time, the fights will be one on one with no
outside interference. Attire will be topless with panties or briefs only.
The fights will conclude with a knockout and once again the loser's...i.e.,
you four, will be stripped naked."

"That's fine!" agreed Mom quickly.

"Oh wait, Cyn, I haven't told you the best part yet!" gushed Terri. "There
needs to be some stakes involved, ya know, to make things interesting, so
the losing team will be the winners slaves for a week. This servitude will
have no boundaries; anything the winners desire the losers will provide. The
winners, namely us, will OWN the losers, namely you. Oh, and one other minor
detail....the loser of each match will be stripped naked...and FUCKED."

There was silence on our end. "Hello?! Are you still there, Cynthia?" asked Terri.

"What exactly do you mean by fucked?!" blurted out Mom.

"Oh Cyn, that explains why Eric was so miserable!" taunted Terri despicably.
"Do I really have to explain it to you?"

"I'm talking about the boys you fucking idiot. And you keep Eric out of this you
vile bitch!" snapped Mom. "After Kyle kicks your son's ass he certainly
isn't going to be fucking it!"

"Oh you might be surprised, honey. But never mind that, I'm sure the winner
between Travis and Kyle will come up with something. After all, they're both
men now, aren't they?" asked Terri. "Are you wimps still game? I'm thinking this coming
Saturday would be good; about 7PM. And another thing - if you choose to
accept there's no turning back. Once you're here all of you fight your
matches no matter what transpires. The ending fucks will be to orgasm -
anything goes once we get to that stage. Anything!!"

"Look Terri, we want to fight you but this sex thing is over the line," said
Mom.

"Well Cyn as they say, if you don't want to run with the big dogs then just
stay on the porch. This fight is going to take you to the next level. Your
first performance struck me as rather uninspired. If these rules don't
inspire you then nothing will. What's it gonna be, tough girl?"

Mom paused for a moment and finally looked at us for our consent. We gave
it, albeit with a touch of apprehension. "We'll be there. Saturday at 7."
she replied.

"Perfect!" tittered Terri. "But there is one problem. An even number of
matches could result in a tie. I think we both know your team doesn't stand
a chance in hell of winning a single fight but let's pretend a couple of
miracles occur. A tie just won't work."

"All four of us want to fight, Terri." said Mom firmly. "I can't ask anyone
to drop out now."

"Not a problem on our end." said Terri. "My sister is coming for a visit
this weekend and I'm sure she'd love to partake in the festivities. You
remember Tonya don't you Cyn? 40 years old, 5'6" tall and about 140 pounds
of muscle. Question is...who are you gonna get that has the guts to take her
on?"

Mom paused as she pondered the question. Abby spoke up to save the day. "My
older sister Jamie lives an hour away. She's a tough little fighter and I
can't think of anyone she wouldn't fight."

"How big is she?" asked Mom.

"I dunno...maybe 5'3" and about 120 pounds." replied Abby. "Trust me though,
she's tough."

We heard Terri giggling on the other end of the line. "Come on, Cyn, invite
this Jamie girl to the slaughter. I'm sure Tonya would love to smack a young
bitch around and turn her into a sniveling slave bitch."

"Are you sure she'll do it?" asked Mom.

"Positive!" answered Abby.

"It's a deal, Terri. We'll be there Saturday," stated Mom before she hung up.

Don't get me wrong...we knew this was going to be a difficult task. I had
only met "Aunt Tonya" once but I remembered she was a rugged looking chick.
Abby's 24 year old blonde sister Jamie was a little scrapper but Tonya was
going to be a tall order. Terri and her kids were veteran family fighters,
having tangled with several other families in the past year. We found that
out the hard way in our first meeting. Our original problem was merely a
matter of underestimation. I had no idea Travis was trained in martial arts
but I sure as hell found out the day we fought. As well, the much smaller
Brianne and Terri fought like wildcats and nullified Mom and Kristen's big
size advantage. Now we knew exactly what we were getting into, however, and
we were going into this fight as if it was a matter of life or death. The
"loser gets fucked" and a weeks worth of servitude clause guaranteed that!

During the following week all five of us had several discussions regarding
the upcoming fight. Size was for the most part in our favor and even though
it didn't matter last time, we had to use our superior size to our advantage
this time around. Mom was 5'7" tall and had 4" on Terri. Kristen had a half
foot advantage over little 5'2" Brianne. I was 6'1" to Travis' 5'7". This
time it was going to make a difference. All five of us bonded together
nicely and by the end of the week none of us had any reservations about the
fight or the consequences. We were ready to carry through with the challenge
and achieve our goal. I think we were all actually looking forward to
mastering our opponents not only physically but sexually as well. Hell, Abby
even bought matching undies for herself and me. I thought they were a little
bit corny but I didn't mention it. She was very curious as to what I was
going to do to Travis at the conclusion but I told her she'd have to wait
for the surprise. Saturday arrived and we were ready for battle.

To say that the atmosphere was tense when we arrived would be quite an
understatement. I froze for an instant when I laid eyes on Travis and
Danielle. She was hanging all over him and he wore a smart-assed grin as he
looked at me while squeezing her ass. Abby slipped her arm around my waist
and glared at Danielle defiantly. Inspiration was certainly not going to be
a problem. The first thing we noticed when walked down to the rec room was
the two video cameras mounted in adjacent wall corners pointing at the large
mat.

"What the hell are the cameras for?" demanded Mom.

"We tape all our matches." answered Terri. "They make for interesting
viewing later. And in case you haven't noticed, inside that open trunk over
there are a variety of toys for the much anticipated conclusion of each
match. It'll be winners choice... then again you losers aren't going to see
the inside of the trunk anyway."

Jamie was eyeing Tonya carefully while Terri spoke. Tonya was even tougher
looking than I remembered. Her arms had real muscular definition and she
just looked mean. Flame red hair hung in loose curls down below her broad
shoulders. She grinned as she returned Jamie's gaze.

"You must be Jamie," she said. "You look sweet enough to eat, honey!"

"You'll see how sweet I really am when we fight, bitch!" snarled the defiant
blonde.

"You got that right, lil' girl. I can't wait to nibble on you," taunted
Tonya.

"What's the matter, Brianne?" spoke up my sister. "You couldn't keep Karl
happy? Maybe you should practice a little more with those toys."

"I never wanted Karl," answered Brianne nonchalantly. "I just took him from
you again to prove I could. Karl isn't what I want. And trust me cupcake, I
don't need any toys as you'll see soon enough."

The trash talking escalated and started to get out of hand. The two teams
were on opposite sides of the mat but we began to slowly converge as we
traded insults. Terri put an end to it as she called out the lineup.

"Up first will be the boys." she announced. "Let's get them out of the way
first, shall we? Strip to your skivvies, boys and let's get it on!"

I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off as I stared across the mat at my
opponent. Travis sneered at me while Danielle stood before him and pulled
his T-shirt off over his head. She dropped to her knees and tossed me a
devious smirk as she unbuttoned his pants and slowly slid them down. Abby
watched her for an instant and then mimicked the nasty little bottle
redhead, kneeling before me and removing my pants. Once we were down to our
briefs our girls gave us a kiss for luck and stepped off the mat. Brianne
giggled as she looked at my royal blue low rise briefs with the 'Superman'
emblem on the front.

"What's the 'S' for, Kyle...Smallville?!" she snickered.

"Now, now, Bri, we all saw Kyle's package last time," said Terri. "It's just
fine. He takes after his Dad!"

"You are one sick, twisted bitch," hissed Mom.

"You haven't seen twisted yet, hun. But you're about to," stated Terri.

The woman was pure fucking evil. I know Mom wanted to charge across the mat
and deck her but somehow she refrained. Danielle stoked the fire with her
next barb.

"Fine is one thing." she announced and then squeezed the large
bulge beneath Travis' black silk briefs. "But F-F-FINE is where it's at,
baby!"

Travis stroked Danielle's hair as he leered at me. "I'm going to
knock your ass out so fast you ain't gonna know what hit ya." he vowed.
"This fucking match is already over, big boy." He looked into Abby's eyes
and winked as he fondled his bulge. I just glared at him as I flexed my
superior muscles. I hated the fucking jerk.

"The suspense is killing me!" exclaimed Terri. "Fight, boys, FIGHT!"

My team's cheers were ringing in my ears as I cautiously stepped toward
Travis. I had rehearsed my strategy a hundred times in my head. I had a good
reach advantage over him but he possessed the dangerous martial arts skills.
All I needed was one brief opening to land a knockout blow. I put my faith
in being able to avoid his initial kick or strike in order to land my
monster blow. I knew I could do it. My confidence level was at the max! In
my boxing stance I carefully closed the gap until I was just out of reach of
my opponent. I was focused primarily on his feet just knowing that a swift
kick was sure to come. Abby's excited cheers rose above the din as she
watched her man engage in combat. When Travis' body shifted and his right
leg left the mat I leaned back away from danger and primed my killer counter
punch.

My girlfriend's spirited "Get him baby!" was the last thing I heard.
It all happened in a matter of a split second. Travis never fully launched
his kick; it was a ruse. He instead stepped forward with his right foot and
like a blur his palm shot upward to nail me flush on the brink of my chin
with a devastating palm strike. The whole world went black!

I awakened to a nightmare world that made my last fight with Travis pale in comparison.
Groggy and confused, it took me a moment to become aware of my predicament.
The first thing I remember hearing was Abby sobbing. The room was still
black and there was a musky heaviness in the air. I knew I was on my back
and after I tried to move my limbs I became painfully aware that only one
unencumbered was my right arm. My left wrist was tethered with some sort of
strap and it was being held taut by my opponent. My legs were stretched out
and tied at the ankles. There was something in my mouth and it pressed hard
against the corners of my lips. I couldn't tell at that moment but I was
fairly certain I was gagged with my briefs. The weight on my head was nearly
overwhelming and I couldn't begin to move. As consciousness returned fully I
realized the gravity of my situation and the extent of the humiliating
position to which I awakened. The weight on my head was Travis. He was
reverse straddling my head...but that wasn't the worst part. He was sans
briefs and his balls were resting on my nose with his big cock balanced on
my chin. I wanted to die right then and there. I released a muffled whimper
which got a rise out of my adversary.

"Welcome back, punk!" he said loudly. He slapped my gut repeatedly and I
felt my flaccid cock bouncing up and down upon my lower abdomen in rhythm.
"How was your nap?" All I can say is thank God my vision was obscured...even if it was by his manhood. At least I couldn't see the shame in my loved ones faces. "I told ya this fight was over before it started." he said matter-of-factly. I grabbed for him with my right hand but he caught me by
the wrist and held it securely. "Here's how it's gonna end." He forced my
hand down to my groin and pressed it against my dick. "Grab your pecker,
Superboy." he commanded. I refused and put all my strength into shaking my
head but he had me pinned tightly to the mat. My bound legs kicked out in
vain eliciting a loud chorus of giggles from the home team. I was...fucked.

"Grab your cock you pathetic wimp." ordered Travis. "Don't piss me off." What could I do? I took my limp dick in my hand. "Jack it." he ordered. I couldn't fucking believe this. I grunted with a protest only to be chopped in the ribs with a blow. "Yank your crank, woos boy. NOW!"

I tried...I really did. I just couldn't get hard. After a few minutes of
fruitless stroking Travis became impatient. "Danielle, get over here." he
ordered. My sunken spirits plummeted another level. You gotta be shittin'
me!

"That's against the rules!" shouted my irate girlfriend.

"Terri, that's over the line." growled my mother. "Travis won. Let my son go
and let's move on."

"Sorry sweet cheeks," responded Terri in an evil tone. "Like I outlined
before, ANYTHING goes. If your boy can't do the job then someone else will.
Would you rather it was me?"

"Cynthia!" protested Abby as I felt Danielle's familiar hand fondle my cock.
"I'm sorry Abby, we have to go through with this." said Mom. "Forgive me
Kyle. They'll feel our wrath before this is over. You won't walk for a month
after I'm finished with you, Terri!"

"Well tough girl, at least I know for the first week I can ride around here
on your back. If you're good, I might even let you lick my spurs!" snickered
Terri.

As much as I wanted to remain in my flaccid state to embarrass Danielle it
didn't happen. I knew it wouldn't. Most eighteen year old girls have no idea
how to give a guy a hand job. It's usually the last sexual skill they learn
and I hear many never learn it at all. Not Danielle though...she could
stroke my cock better than I could myself and she had me at full attention
quickly. I could hear her and Travis kissing above me but even that didn't
keep my cock from responding to her skilled touch. After about a minute of
stroking my balls tightened and I released a muffled groan as I spunked my
load all over my stomach. Danielle gripped my swollen cock tightly and
milked every last drop of cum out of it before she let it flop to my abdomen
in the pool of my sex. I just knew this was killing Abby. She had yet to
acquire Danielle's hand job expertise and it had become a minor issue
between us. I'd told her not to worry about it since I had never met a girl
that could get me off with her hand. WHOOPS...I had a feeling this minor
issue just upgraded to one of the major variety. Poor Abby was sobbing again
and I heard Jamie trying to comfort her.

"OK, it's over now." pleaded my sister. "Let him go."

"The rules say knocked out!" countered Danielle as her hand bumped against
my chin while stroking Travis' blood engorged member. "Kyle Kryptonite is
still awake."

"He got knocked out in the first 5 seconds!" protested Mom. "The match is
over!"

Up to that point I had failed to recognize the fact that my mother had
witnessed my orgasm. I cringed after hearing her voice. The humiliation I
felt for failing her again by getting embarrassed by Travis multiplied
exponentially once I realized she was witness to the crank yanking. Danielle
and Travis got to their feet and rolled me onto my belly. After he drew my
arms behind my back she tied my wrists together with the strap looped around
my left wrist. I was naked, completely bound and spent in every sense of the
word. I kept my face anchored to the mat, unable to look at my family and
most of all my girlfriend.

"The knocked out part is reserved for the end," announced Travis as he
rolled me onto my back and then sat down on the mat beside me. "The first
one was just for embarrassment's sake." He jerked my head up by my blonde
hair and slid his left leg under me, scissoring my neck with a high and
tight scissors. "This one's the clincher."

I felt his legs constrict and I automatically began to struggle but it was
futile. I wasn't going anywhere and everyone in the room knew it. As if my
humiliation wasn't already too much to handle, my evil ex-girlfriend
gingerly reached down to where Travis' cock and balls were resting beside my
face and gently lifted them up to drape the smelly package onto my face.
"Nighty-night, Kyle!" teased Danielle as she patted my soft and sticky cock.
"I always knew you were pathetic."

I couldn't pass out fast enough, what with his junk covering my mouth and
nose like a blanket. Awash in indescribable shame I let myself go and soon
the darkness returned. There must have been quite a break in the action
because when I came to I was propped up against the wall on the opponents
side of the mat still naked and bound. I should have been grateful that my
underwear gag had been removed but when I realized my briefs had been pulled
down over the top of my head like a hat the feeling of relief dissolved.
Here I was again in familiar territory and I just couldn't deal with it. I
truly thought I'd get my revenge but once again Travis had handled me like a
sack of grain and devastated me in front of my loved ones. Just like the
last time I couldn't look them in the eyes. I hoped and prayed this would be
our team's only blemish.

"I think it would be fitting to have Danielle and Abby face off next,"
announced Terri. "Danielle's limbs are all warmed up...well, at least her
right hand is, and I think Abby's temper is too!"

It killed me that Abby had to undress herself while watching the victorious
Travis seductively remove Danielle's clothing. I peeked over at her as she
finished disrobing. Damn, her tits were beautiful. She looked angry enough
to spit out a barbed wire fence, standing there in her deep blue Supergirl
thong as Travis finished stripping and nuzzling his girl. I looked up to
gaze at Danielle from behind. She didn't have jack for tits but she had the
cutest little ass a 100 pound girl could have. The sheer white thong she had
on showcased it nicely and I had to look away before my cock came to life. I
was sure I hated that bitch...well...I thought I did...sort of.

Danielle stood on the edge of the mat and tossed Abby a derisive smirk.
"You ready for a fuckin', Supergirlie?!" she taunted. She turned her back on
my irate girlfriend to throw her arms around Travis' neck. "Give me a kiss,
stud." she purred.

"Go!" whispered Jamie suddenly. Abby didn't hesitate and sprinted across the
mat. Travis stiffened, broke his liplock with Danielle and spun her around
to face her onrushing rival as he yelled, "Look out!"

Danielle's disdain for little Abby cost her. She attempted to sidestep my
charging blonde wildcat and nearly succeeded but Abby caught her titian
locks with an outstretched hand. Abby maintained her hold on the shrieking
Danielle's mane, planted her feet widespread and commenced to whip Danielle
around in circles. Mom and Kristen cheered wildly above Danielle's yelps as
my ex spun around and around until she finally lost her footing and
stumbled, ending up on her knees with Abby still securing a tight hold on
her hair. Abby immediately went to work as she hammered her foot into
Danielle's belly and breasts, savagely beating the haughty girl. Her world
class tits bounced up and down above her taut belly as she delivered stomp
after stomp to her downed rival.

My Supergirl was hitting on all cylinders and I must admit it helped take
the sting out of the drubbing I had just received. I found myself joining in
on my family's adoration, cheering for Abby as she thrashed Danielle. She
finally pressed her foot between Danielle's tiny tits and gave her a shove
which left the redhead flat on her back on the mat groaning in agony as she
clutched her traumatized belly. I caught myself staring at Danielle's dyed
orange pubic patch that was clearly visible through her sheer panty. It just
struck me as being odd; all the time I'd spent down there the fur I played
with was golden blonde.

Travis snapped me out my trance as he yelled encouragement to Danielle. It
brought a smirk to my face. Perhaps there was a God after all! My girl was
smacking the living shit out of his! My only hope was that Abby could bring
this one home. If Danielle ended up victorious when all was said and done it
was going to be hell. It was bad enough that I was bare-assed and trussed up
like trophy animal. Truth be known I was pretty nervous about how Abby was
going to relate to me after the fights were over. After all, the last time I
found myself in this situation Danielle left me like a slab of road kill on
the edge of a deserted highway. I had no idea what was going through Abby's
head concerning my pitiful performance. The more I thought about it the
lower my self-esteem dropped. When she suddenly turned her attention to me
and met my gaze I froze. It was as if she'd read my mind.

"I love you Kyle," she said softly.

Those four words made my flesh goosepimple. It was the most meaningful
statement I had ever heard. I wanted to take her in my arms and hug her.
Douchebag Travis interrupted our moment as only he could.

"I love you, Kyle!" he mimicked as he smacked me in the face with a hard
slap. "That bitch's brains are all in her tits!"

Did I mention I hate that son of a bitch?

"I love you too, baby." I called out. "Destroy that miserable wench!"

Abby was unquestionably sitting in the driver's seat as she leaned over and
reached for a handful of the gasping Danielle's hair. She hauled the petite
girl up to her knees and displayed her like a trophy.

"It's gonna be a long night and I don't want to hog the mat, wimp." she
sneered.

She clenched her fist, drew it back but then Danielle shocked us all with
her sudden display of grit and determination. Her right hand arced upward
with her fingers rigid and in claw formation and she buried them between
Abby's legs. My girl's feet came right off the mat as she bellowed in sudden
anguish. Danielle tore into Abby's pussy like a grizzly bear on an injured
elk calf, clawing and shredding at the sensitive flesh left virtually
unprotected by Abby's skimpy thong panty. The home team erupted with
ecstatic cheers as Danielle grasped Abby's ankle with her free hand and gave
it a strong tug. My girlfriend toppled backwards spewing shrieks until she
crashed to the mat on her back, smacking her head and ending up momentarily
dazed. Danielle was on her instantly, straddling her on her knees and
delivering windmill slaps and backhands to Abby's face. Abby managed to grab
hold of Danielle's hair with one hand and she desperately yanked her head
back and forth in an attempt to quell the smaller girl's attack. With Abby's
jutting breasts jiggling directly beneath her Danielle wisely shifted gears.

"AAAAAOOOOOWWWW!!!"

Abby screeched in pain when all ten of Danielle's talons
sunk into her tit flesh. She was forced to release her grip on her
opponent's mane and grabbed Danielle by the wrists in an attempt to pry her
claws out of her tits. Danielle refused to relent and she traumatized the
tender flesh, producing scarlet furrows with her penetrating nails. Our team
screamed for Abby to retaliate, somewhat in shock due to the sudden
turnaround. Unable to break Danielle's torturous grip Abby began to launch
punches at the girl's head. Danielle took a few shots before she tucked her
head between her arms for safety. My girl gritted her teeth as she continued
to shriek and drew her legs up until her feet were flat on the mat. With a
powerful buck of her hips she launched Danielle into the air finally
breaking her tit hold. The carrot topped girl sailed forward and her ass
made a perfect landing directly on Abby's chin. I thought my girl was toast.

"YYYOWWWWWWW!!!"

Danielle's nearly naked body went rigid as she cried out
like she'd been shot...or worse. I could see Abby's mane spilled out on the
mat behind her and it was swishing back and forth like she was chewing on
a...well...a carrot colored muff. And that's exactly what she was doing. Her
teeth were feasting on Danielle's gash.

"Christ!" blurted out Travis. "That bitch is crazy!"

Maybe so, but it was beautiful! Danielle was in absolute agony for the few
seconds she remained perched on Abby's face. She toppled to the left to
escape the jaws of death and hit the mat on her side but my maniacal
girlfriend practically stuck to her like glue. Abby plunged her head between
Danielle's legs and bit her again making the delirious girl quiver and spasm
in horrific pain. Abby jumped to her feet with a fire burning in her eyes
like I'd never seen. She proceeded to do an enraged tap dance
all over Danielle's body. Kicks and stomps exploded over every inch of the
flattened girl's battered frame until she was left a half conscious and
whimpering pile of femme flesh. Abby beat that bitch like no other bitch has
ever been beaten before. We were showering her with ecstatic praise.
She left the wreckage laying on the mat and turned to walk over to the toy
chest. She squatted down and fished through its contents until she came out
with a slim, 5" pink vibrator and a length of rope. Walking back towards
Danielle she gave me a wink.

"Fuck!" moaned Travis dejectedly.

"You got that right, asshole." snarled Abby as she dropped to her knees
beside Danielle and rolled the unresisting girl over face down. She used the
rope to tie the moaning girl's wrists behind her back securely and then she
gave Danielle's creamy ass a stinging slap. "Get up, sweet cheeks." she
growled.

Abby hauled her to her feet by her hair when she made no effort to rise.
Danielle was so thrashed and overwhelmed that she couldn't even walk and her
legs failed her halfway across the mat. She collapsed to her knees moaning
only to be jerked back up again. Abby womanhandled her over to the paneled
wall and backed Danielle up against it. She clamped a hand around Danielle's
throat and held her in place with a choke as she roughly worked Danielle's
damp thong down her legs until it fell to her ankles.

"Step out of it, slut!" growled my girl.

Danielle whimpered and her deep blue eyes teared up as the reality of her
situation began to register in her befuddled mind. She wearily lifted one
leg at a time until her thong was free from her feet. Abby jerked the
pitiful girl's head away from the wall and abruptly smashed the back of her
skull into the paneling with a resounding THUD! Danielle chirped out in pain
and her knees buckled as Abby kept her from collapsing with the tight choke
hold. With two powerful side sweeps of her feet Abby spread her rival's leg
wide causing Danielle to slide downward until her face was dead even with my
girlfriend's delectable tits. One more head smash against the wall left
Danielle practically out on her feet, her eyelids fluttering briefly before
remaining closed. The soft whimper escaping her lips rose an octave when
Abby brought the vibrator to buzzing readiness. My cock was starting to show
signs of life and unfortunately I had no way of disguising it. Thankfully my
family's full attention was on Abby and they were loudly applauding.

"Let's hum a lullaby, little girl," cooed Abby as she waved the live toy
past Danielle's ear. "It's time I put your sorry ass down and out."

She removed her hand from Danielle's throat and grabbed a fistful of red
hair to hold her in place. Danielle's face slowly disappeared from view as
Abby engulfed it between her buxom breasts, pinning her against the wall
with a standing tit smother. My beautiful girl eased the vibrator between
Danielle's legs after she moved her hips back to expose Danielle's yawning
and completely exposed pussy. Now my cock was pulsing with every rapid beat
of my heart. Everyone present heard Danielle's muffled whimpers raise
several octaves when the humming vibrator first made contact with her puffy
labia. Her tiny body quivered as Abby tickled her feminine folds with the
toy. Danielle was suffering through quite a paradox. On the one hand she was
being smothered by her hated rival but as a kick in the pants that same
rival was lighting a fuse between her legs. Her garbled protests continued
and she tried to pull her crotch away from Abby's touch but she had nowhere
to go. Once the vibrator touched her stiff clitoris she in effect signed on
the dotted line. Abby pressed her tits even harder into Danielle's
stationary face as she brushed Danielle's hot button with the toy. When she
finally nestled the head of it at the entrance to Danielle's love tunnel
lubrication was apparently not going to be a problem. Abby withdrew her tits
from Danielle's face and the fake redhead gulped air into her lungs. My
girlfriend reapplied the throat choke hold and stared into her opponent's
frightened eyes.

"I own you, bitch." she hissed. "And now you're fucked."

Danielle was the puppet and Abby the puppeteer as my girl fucked her like
she indeed owned her. Danielle's fretful cries soon softened to lascivious
moans as Abby worked the vibrator up and down and round and round inside her
pussy. Every so often she withdrew the buzzing tool to hold it against
Danielle's throbbing clit. The trapped girl's legs trembled and her hips
quivered as her climax began to sprint towards the finish line. After
another plunge session, this time making sure the vibrator tickled the
bundled nerve bulls-eye on the front wall of Danielle's cunt, Abby forced a
screaming orgasm from her shuddering, breathless rival. Even though I
couldn't stroke my upright dick I thought for a moment I was going to
explode anyway. Not only did I get to see my girlfriend demolish my ex in a
fight, I also watched her fuck her to climax. At that particular moment I
totally forgot about how pathetic I'd performed earlier. Terri and company
were rather subdued as they prepared for the score to be evened.

"Beautiful, Abby, friggin' beautiful!" cheered Jamie. "Now knock that oozing
piece of shit out!"

Danielle's "bliss" was short-lived as Abby dropped the vibrator to the mat
and abruptly buried her fist in her gut. The spent girl spewed out a
guttural groan and folded at the waist. If Abby hadn't caught her with a
fistful of hair Danielle would have gone face down on the mat.

"You're gonna have a long week licking the dirt off my feet, slut," growled
Abby as she straightened up her foe.

CRACCKKK!!!

The punch was picture perfect. If you saw Abby on the street
you'd never imagine she'd be capable of such savageness. Danielle's head
snapped back, rapped against the paneling and she went down like a five
dollar whore on a bobbing prick, landing on her ass with a jolt. Her head tipped forward with
her chin on her chest as my family erupted with applause. The score was tied.

Abby stepped away as she rubbed her sore knuckles to look down at her
destroyed rival. Jamie crossed the mat to help her drag her victim back to
my family's side as Tonya started back up with the trash talking. Danielle
was propped up against the wall and my girlfriend retrieved her foe's
discarded thong to lash Danielle's ankles together. I was so proud of Abby I
wanted to hug her and put her on my shoulders for a victory parade. It
wasn't going to happen though. The stark reality of my failure began to
squash me like a boulder once again.

"Well that yellow bellied little twat was a bust," groused Tonya to Terri.
"When we win this thing she's going back to the other side so I can blister
her gutless ass all fuckin' week."

"I won't stop ya," muttered a dejected Travis. Perfect...he and Danielle
deserved one another.

"Are you ready to put us back in command, sis?" asked Terri.

"Damn right I am!" answered Tonya.

"Alright Jamie, it's your turn," called out Terri. "Trust me honey, you
ain't gonna like my sister much."

I won't lie and say I didn't watch blonde Jamie closely as she stripped down
to her black cotton string bikini panty. Her tits weren't quite as large as
Abby's but you could tell they came from the same stock. She had a smokin'
little body. My trance was abruptly broken when Tonya peeled off her
clothes. This redhead was built like a brick shit house. A respectable set
of firm B-cup tits were perched above her flat and toned stomach. She
definitely knew her way around a gym judging by the definition in her arms
and legs. Wearing a leopard print thong she looked like a cougar on the
prowl. Abby had mentioned that her sister Jamie was tough but I don't think
she realized what she was getting her into. Jamie's expression remained
stoic but she had to be shittin' little putty balls. Once both women stepped
onto the mat their difference in size was even more dramatic. Tonya wasted
no time pussy footing around and went straight for Jamie. The speedy little
blonde went into retreat mode instantly as she ducked and sidestepped her
opponent's lunging attacks. Tonya verbally belittled Jamie and her lack of
backbone as she relentlessly pursued the slippery girl.

"You gonna fight me or do you just want to jump straight to the fuckin',
blondie?" snarled the redhead.

"I want you good and wet before I do you, bitch," retorted Jamie bravely.

This time when Tonya lunged with a looping punch Jamie stood her ground and
snapped a stiff jab into the older woman's chin while ducking the blow. In a
flash she was free and clear of the yelping redhead and back on her bicycle.
You could see the anger progressively building in Tonya's expression as she
stalked her elusive quarry around the mat while taking a few more stinging
jabs without landing a punch of her own. Jamie was fighting an intelligent
battle and our team rewarded her with loud support. To either grapple with
or go toe to toe with Tonya would be disastrous. The blonde was proving she
had a brain in that pretty little head. Unfortunately for her however, so
did Tonya! Jamie waited for another opening when Tonya stepped in close and
she let fly with a quick punch. This time Tonya was ready and she caught the
incoming fist by the wrist and halted it. In one fluid, powerful motion
Tonya yanked her small opponent toward her and exploded forward to meet her
with a vicious clothesline to the face. Jamie yelped as she went down like a
tree, smacking the mat on her back. Tonya stood over the dazed blonde and
lifted her foot off the mat. She drove it downward to stomp the girl but
Jamie rolled out of its path and continued to roll away from danger. She
came up on her hands and knees attempting to get to her feet but Tonya
recovered swiftly and caught her square in the ribs with a heavy kick. Jamie
groaned in agony as she was launched several feet in the air before she
crashed to the mat face up.

Terri erupted with cheers for her sister as my teammates nervously called out encouragement to the flattened blonde. Tonya approached the anguished Jamie who desperately turned herself so her
feet pointed at the approaching wrecking machine. Jamie struck out with a
kick but Tonya simply swatted her foot aside and began to reach down to haul
the girl to her feet. The resilient and determined blonde responded with
another sharp kick from her other leg and this time she thumped Tonya square
in the tits. The rugged redhead yelped and was stood up by the force of the
strike allowing Jamie time to roll onto her belly and hurriedly scramble
away. The blonde girl had heart, there was no disputing that statement. I
feared she was in over her head with Tonya though. When Jamie struggled to
her feet she was clutching her ribs and wincing. Tonya's powerful kick had
done some damage. The redhead spun around and charged towards her adversary
who took off on a frightened loop around the mat. Terri and her kids burst
out laughing as Jamie ran from Tonya. They knew she was in over her head as
well.

"Hang in there, Jamie!" urged Mom in a concerned tone. "You can do it, sis! Don't give up!" added Abby.

Tonya lunged across the center of the mat and finally found purchase on her
quarry as she grabbed a handful of her flowing mane and reeled in the
squealing blonde. She spun Jamie around to face her and threw her arms
around the blonde's torso. With a python-like squeeze and a heave she lifted
Jamie's feet completely off the mat as she administered a crushing bearhug.

"Giving up's not an option!" growled Tonya as she tightly hugged her
squirming foe. "First I'll crush the shit out of you...then I'll fuck
whatever's left out of you!"

Jamie's legs scissor kicked through the air like a swimmer out of water and
she groaned in agony as Tonya handled her like a toddler. The redhead
grunted as she applied even more pressure and began to bounce up and down on
the balls of her feet to further the damage she was inflicting on her
trapped opponent. The kicks Jamie landed to Tonya's shins had little effect
on the larger woman and she continued to squeeze the blonde mercilessly.
Both teams screamed encouragement to their fighter but the home team had
things well in hand at this point. The only mistake Tonya made was to leave
Jamie's arms free and clear of the devastating hold. It was Jamie's only
chance and the breathless blonde rolled the dice.

The first few punches Jamie landed to the top of Tonya's head bought her no
relief but once she latched onto the redhead's ears and began yanking on
them she began to see results. Tonya cried out in pain but stubbornly
maintained the bearhug. Jamie gasped and then sucked in a labored breath as
she kept on tugging on the ears with a vengeance. Tonya tottered back a step
or two and howled in torment. Jamie's determination finally bore fruit.
After she clenched both of her fists and smacked the redhead on the ears
Tonya relinquished the hold and staggered back as her hands went for her
ringing ears.

Once Jamie's feet hit the mat she knew it was time to lash out with a
furious attack. She pivoted on one leg and buried her foot in Tonya's gut
knocking the bent over woman back several feet as a whoosh of air was
expelled from her diaphragm. A snap kick to the face popped the stunned
Tonya upright where she wobbled to and fro on rubbery legs. Keeping her
elbow tucked in close to her body for maximum leverage and power, Jamie
unloaded a wicked belly punch that forced the anguished Tonya to crumple to
her knees with her forehead pasted to the mat. Excited cheers rang out from
our side of the mat as my family applauded Jamie's sheer grit and toughness.
She was definitely hanging in there with the big girl.

The fired up blonde was now on auto-pilot and she delivered a nasty stomp to
Tonya's upper back eliciting a shrill yelp out of the redhead's lips. Tonya
collapsed onto her side and despite her battered state she cagily kicked out
with her foot once Jamie stepped up to her. The blow hit Jamie in the ankle
and sent both of her legs sideways into the air before she pitched to the
mat in a heap right beside her foe.

Both tired women struggled to their feet and Tonya fired first as she threw
a looping right hand aimed for Jamie's face. The tough little blonde bobbed
her head clear of the punch and snapped a hard kick into the side of Tonya's
planted thigh. The redhead chirped in pain and nearly went down as the kick
resulted in a charley horse which caused an immediate and painful cramp.
Jamie lunged at her to throw a head shot but Tonya managed to deflect the
blow with a desperate swipe of her left arm. Much to my delight this was
turning into one hell of a brawl and Jamie was holding her own.

"C'mon Aunt Tonya, waste that little bitch!" urged an annoyed Travis.

"Don't worry Trav, Tonya can take whatever blondie can give," assured Terri
and much as I wanted to I couldn't disagree.

Jamie was doing remarkably well but Tonya was a dangerous fighter and with
one miscue this one could be over in an instant. Even if Jamie lost she'd
still have my respect. Exhibiting signs of fatigue, both fighters threw
punches at one another without hitting their mark. As if on cue their bodies
suddenly slapped together as they buried their hands in each others mane. A
wicked hair-pulling session followed and that is where Tonya's physical
superiority asserted itself. She began to jerk the shrieking Jamie
powerfully back and forth threatening to break Jamie's hold on her tresses.
The overpowered blonde hung in there tough and managed to land another sharp
kick to Tonya's sore leg. Tonya cried out in agony and favored her good leg
as the cramped one began to spasm. She freed one of her hands from Jamie's
mane and cocked her fist to deliver a belly blow but Jamie wisely nailed her
thigh with yet another kick. The bellowing redhead was forced to release her
hair hold and grab at her hamstring and the intense pain that radiated down
her tormented leg.

It was almost as if Tonya knew she'd made a tactical error setting Jamie
free and she frantically lashed out with a left handed slap. Jamie tipped
her head away from the slicing blow, clasped her hands together and nearly
came off her feet as she drove a two fisted smash upwards into Tonya's
chops. The savage blow sent the yelping redhead reeling backwards on rickety
legs and for a second or two she wavered back and forth with her hands at
her hips in a daze. My family let loose with an excited cheer as Jamie
swiftly reared her hands back still clasped in a double fisted position. She
surged forward and smashed Tonya flush on the jaw as if she was swinging for
the fence from home plate. I watched in awe as Tonya was knocked clean off
her feet, sailed back several yards and crashed to the mat on her back with
a thunderous groan. There was a distinct, collective gasp heard from the
home team as their fighter lay spread-eagle and stunned on the mat at
Jamie's feet.

Like a wolverine going in for the kill Jamie pounced on her prey, straddling
Tonya's belly and plunging her talons into the redhead's locks. With a
vicious grimace formed on her face she proceeded to pound the larger woman's
head repeatedly against the mat in a display of total ferocity. Tonya's
grunts, groans and whimpers came in unison with each head slam and her
powerful arms flopped up and down against the mat with a stunning impotence.

"Tonya!" wailed Terri, now fully realizing how much toughness "blondie"
possessed. Tonya 's only response was a pathetic cry as her head was used to
tattoo a visible dimple in the mat beneath it. With fire in her baby blues
Jamie ceased head slamming her opponent and adjusted her grip to the top of
Tonya's scalp. She scooted forward, raised up her ass and reared back with
her right knee.

"UUUUNNGHHH...UUUUNNGHHH...Uunnnghh...uuuunnghhhhhhhh...uuhhhhhhhh..."

Five wicked knee strikes to the jaw later Tonya was pounded into
unconsciousness and her limbs went totally limp to lay splayed out on the
mat. Jamie finished with the knee smashes and sat back on Tonya's bare tits,
breathing heavily with a sheen of perspiration upon her forehead. It was one
of those fucking Kodak moments. Abby was jumping up and down with glee as she and the rest of our team noisily showered Jamie with praise.

"I don't fucking believe it..." murmured the shell-shocked Terri as she
stared down at her destroyed sister.

"Is this the best you've got?!" taunted Jamie as she looked up at Terri while lolling Tonya's head back and forth. "Cause if it is, you're fucked." she said as she slowly got to her feet and
walked over to the toy chest. She pulled out a small fingertip vibrator and
a long velvet sash and headed back to her cold-cocked foe. "Check that,
honey...SHE'S fucked!" she snickered.

She dropped the items to the mat beside Tonya's limp frame and leaned over
to pluck the redhead's sweaty thong up and away from her skin. She tugged
and wrestled with it until it gradually peeled off her hips and down her
muscular legs. After completely removing it she twisted it into a ball and
tucked it inside Tonya's ajar mouth.

"Pyeewww! If that was me I'd be gagging, you scummy bitch!" she sneered.

She grunted as she gently rolled the redhead onto her side. After lashing
Tonya's ankles together with the sash she hinged the woman's legs so they
pointed out perpendicular to her hips. After a little effort she positioned
Tonya's arms so her hands were practically touching her feet. Using the
remaining portion of the sash she bound her wrists together with it,
successfully hog-tying the beaten fighter. By holding Tonya's feet she was
able to roll the trussed up fighter onto her back again so that her hands
and feet pointed upward. It looked like this was gonna be a good ol' rodeo
fuck to me. Once again my cast iron dick was giving a full salute.

Jamie slipped the vibrator over her index finger and brought it to life. I had
heard about these little pleasure thimbles but I'd never seen one before. It
looked like it had promise. Tonya was still completely out so Jamie gave her
a wake up call of the painful variety. She took one of the woman's plump
nipples between her fingers and pinched it hard. After a few more pinches
and twists Tonya began to stir.

"Rise and shine, tough girl." announced Jamie with a devious grin. "Let's
see if what they say about redhead's in the saddle is really true."

Tonya's eyelids fluttered briefly before opening and she looked up at Jamie with a
groggy expression. "Mmmphhhh..." she mumbled. After plucking the thong out
of Tonya's mouth Jamie wrapped an arm around her opponent's vertical limbs
and held her securely as she took a position on her knees looking down at
the redhead's full auburn bush and fat pussy lips. As her consciousness
returned Tonya tried to struggle but she was expertly subdued and now at her
superior's mercy.

"That's quite a landing strip." said Jamie in reference to Tonya's hairy muff. She wagged her finger with the vibrator attached to it and smirked. "Lucky for you permission to land has been granted by the
tower."

Jamie began to trace the edges of the redhead's plump labia with her buzzing
finger causing Tonya's body to tremble. "No!" wailed the defenseless woman
woefully. "Goddamn you!" Jamie rightfully wore a proud smirk on her face as
she continued to tease her unwilling rival's pussy with the vibrator. After
every revolution around Tonya's slit she paused to press the toy directly
against the hood of skin protecting her clit and sent Tonya into a quivering
fit of moans. Much to Tonya's chagrin her body couldn't resist Jamie's deft manipulations
and soon her cunt was well lubed and glistening with her sex. "NoooooOOOOHH!" she moaned intensely as her hips automatically began to pump against Jamie's finger toy.

"I got ya, bitch." said Jamie with satisfaction. "I own this pussy now; it's mine!"

Now that Tonya was wet and trembling Jamie focused her manipulations on the
redhead's stiff and exposed clit. Tonya's body shook as her moans and hip
thrusts increased in intensity. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her tongue
was now licking her lips in between her lusty moans and groans. The
exhilaration emanating from her womanhood snuffed out any and all desire she
had to win this battle and she surrender to her rival. Her respiration's
came in swift bursts as Jamie finessed her towards the impending climax.
When Jamie lifted her vibrating finger away from Tonya's swollen clit the
redhead let out a moan that definitely signaled her frustration.

"I own your pussy, don't I bitch?" asked the cruel blonde.

"Yyyess!" responded Tonya without hesitation.

"Then say it!" ordered Jamie. "Tell everybody who owns your pussy."

Tonya whimpered, partially in shame and more so in frustration. "Jamie owns
my pussy." she gasped.

"Louder." growled the blonde.

"JAMIE OWNS MY PUSSY!" cried Tonya.

"For Christ's sake!" groused Terri. "I can't fucking believe what I'm seeing!"

"That's a good little bitch," said Jamie as she shifted her hold on the
woman's bound limbs so she could reach one of her erect nipples. She took
the swollen nub between her thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard
eliciting a yelp out of her foe. Moving her finger with the vibrator
attached to it to Tonya's mouth she traced the woman's lips with the moist
toy leaving a trail of femme frosting. "Lick my finger!" commanded Jamie
casually.

"Fuck me!" begged Tonya, the earlier hardness in her gaze now a distant
memory. "Please fuck me!"

"I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready," hissed Jamie. "Suck my finger you
pitiful cunt!" she ordered as she pinched Tonya's nipple painfully.

Damn...that hot little blonde was a work of art as far as I was concerned.
The redhead yelped and trembled and didn't hesitate to engulf Jamie's finger
with her mouth. She suckled the toy like a kitten nursing on Momma's teats
as Terri and her kids turned away in disgust. There wasn't any doubting it
now, they had a real fight on their hands! Once Jamie returned her finger to
Tonya's sopping pussy it didn't take long for the redhead to recapture her
earlier rhythm. Jamie teased Tonya's hungry clit while lightly brushing the
vibrator back and forth over it until Tonya's body was rumbling and ready
for liftoff. When Jamie pressed her finger firmly down upon the rock hard
love button Tonya launched with a fit of squeals and shrieks followed by
long, drawn out moans as her blissfully numb body convulsed. Our team
celebrated with a big round of whoops and cheers as the home team stood
there watching in shock.

"That's 2 to 1, Terri!" announced Mom excitedly. "One more loss and you're
our slaves for the week!"

"It ain't over yet, bitch!" snarled Terri angrily.

Jamie stood up and stuffed Tonya's thong back in the breathless redhead's
mouth to gag her. She held onto Tonya's hog-tied limbs with one hand and
carefully placed her foot over the whimpering woman's face. Pressing it down
she covered Tonya's gagged mouth with the arch of her foot and spread her
toes so that her big toe was on one side of Tonya's nose and her other four
piggies were on the opposite side.

"Say goodnight, pathetic bitch." she growled as she pinched Tonya's nostrils
tightly shut with her toes and pressed down hard as the helpless redhead
released a muffled whimper and weakly struggled.

Her body already spent, it didn't take long before Tonya's tepid resistance
abated and her eyes rolled into the back of her head before her lids closed.
The humiliating foot smother put her out like a light. Abby stepped onto the
mat and helped her big sis drag the demolished Tonya back to our side where
they flopped her over on her side next to the dejected Danielle. Everybody
over there hugged and congratulated Jamie and once again regret gnawed at me
for not winning my match and being able to join in on the celebration. At
least my dick was back in its flaccid state. Jamie's performance was a huge
inspiration to the rest of our team. What looked like a substantial mismatch
to the rest of us didn't faze the blonde wildcat in the least. She had a job
to do and plain and simple she did it. There were no rabbit's pulled out of
her hat. She simply outlasted her larger, more rugged opponent and
methodically beat her ass down. The disdainful Tonya had no one to blame but
herself. She flat out got whipped. At the end she was begging to be fucked.
It was fucking beautiful.

Now the question was who was Terri going to send out next? Her team had to
win the final two matches. There was no margin for error. I thought sure she
was going to put the weight on her own shoulders and call out Mom next but
Brianne, who had been relatively subdued for most of the evening now spoke,
"Let me go next, Mom. I can handle that blonde Barbie doll without a
problem...just like last time."

Terri put her hand on Brianne's shoulder and stared deeply into her eyes.
"No mistakes, Bri." she said solemnly. "I know you can do it." She turned to
look across the mat at my sister. "Kristen, it's time for your whuppin'."

My statuesque and drop dead gorgeous sister was still riding the wave of
euphoria after Abby and Jamie's convincing wins. She had a spring in her
step and a liveliness in her face that told me she was ready to get it on.
She was out of her clothes in a flash and carefully stretched out her limbs
to warm up, reduced to her powder blue nylon thong. My attention wasn't
focused on her at the moment anyway. Brianne, as evil as she'd proven to be
at our last fight, still made my cock dance. There was just something about
the little redhead that fired me up. Hell, she was the one that kicked me in
the balls and knocked me out at the end of our first encounter but I still
had the hots for her. I can't help it...I'm a guy.

When Brianne slipped her athletic shorts down her legs to reveal her purple
lace string bikini panty I almost pumped off a round right there. My dick
reached for the ceiling once again. It was a good thing that I couldn't get
my hands on it because I definitely would have started choking it and I
don't believe Abby would have liked that very well. Unfortunately, Brianne
was aware of the affection I held for her and she turned to look back at
me...and more specifically, my erection. She came to me and knelt down with
a lascivious expression plastered across her pretty face. I looked past her
and across the mat at my girlfriend who wore a look that would stop a train.
I sensed trouble! Brianne reached out with her hand and closed her fingers
around my shaft. She gave my cock a gentle squeeze and my breath caught in
my throat.

"Please don't shoot!" I thought as I clenched my teeth.

"Ya know Kyle, I was just kidding with that 'Smallville' remark," she
purred. "I like the looks and the feel of this pork sword."

"Get away from him you nasty slut!" screamed Abby angrily. Mom restrained
her as threw Terri a dagger stare.

"Terri, reel in your daughter and toss her on the mat so my girl can beat
her ass!"

Terri chuckled as she looked at Brianne and waved her hand, "Bri's a crazy
kid, what can I say? She's just stirring the pot, that's all. Can't you
girls handle a little light-heartedness?!"

"Let's fight you disgusting little tramp!" yelled Kristen. "Or are you too
afraid?"

Brianne smirked as she looked deep into my eyes. "Don't feel bad that my
brother kicked your ass twice." she cooed. "I happen to like helpless little
boys. They get me hot." She stroked my dick once, then released it to stand
up. My manhood was twitching and I was holding my breath, praying I wouldn't
shoot my load.

"I'll be back for you in a little bit." she said as she winked.

"Cunt!!!" growled Abby who was still being restrained by Mom.

"Forget that bitch." said Jamie as she stroked Abby's hair. "Kristen will
make her pay for that."

Danielle burst into a fit of giggles from her position on the floor behind
Abby. My girlfriend looked back at her and fired a back kick that smashed
into Danielle's chin and nearly knocked her out. "Shut up you little pussy!"
hissed Abby.

"Okay Barbie doll," said Brianne as she stepped onto the mat while glaring
at Kristen. "Come take your medicine. I've been waiting for years to get my
fingers inside your pretty little twat."

Huh?! Did Brianne just say what I thought I heard? Don't tell me that
devilish little redhead hits from both sides of the plate. I must be in
heaven! I hate to admit it but I was so nervous that Kristen was going to
choke that I couldn't look. Brianne beat her ass so easily the first time I
couldn't help but doubt her. I knew she was ready to fight and I definitely
knew she was ready to reclaim her pride but then again that's the same way I
felt before I stepped on the mat against Travis. I closed my eyes as
everybody else egged their fighter on with a chorus of loud cheers.

CRACCKKK!

Oh shit...not again!

FWAPPPP!

A body hit the mat and my heart sank.

"Kristen!" shouted Mom.

Oh no...

"WAY TO GO BABY!" cheered Mom.

I opened my eyes to a beautiful sight. Brianne was flat on her back at my
sisters feet and she was barely conscious! Shame on me for doubting my big
sis! Kristen hauled the stunned redhead to her feet and roughly threw her
across the mat. Brianne stumbled forward several steps before she piled up
with a groan on the far side of the mat.

"I'm gonna take you apart piece by piece!" snarled my sister as she closed
the gap.

Brianne made it to her knees before Kristen grabbed hold of her mane from
behind. Kristen yanked her back up and using a hand hold on her hair and the
back of her panties she tossed Brianne face first towards the paneled wall.
The redhead collided with the wall with a loud thump and staggered back a
few steps directly into Kristen's waiting arms. Kristen spun the limp girl
around and backhanded her across the face sending her yelping frame
careening back against the wall. Brianne's legs turned to mush and she began
to slide down the wall but my sister caught her by her hair and halted her.
This was how I thought the first fight would play out. Big Kristen was
mauling little Brianne and Terri's face was a road map of concern as she
yelled encouragement to her daughter. On the opposite side of the mat my
team was jumping up and down with enthusiasm. I began to imagine all the
delicious things we could do with Terri and her clan as our slaves. I have a
very...vivid imagination!

"So you've been wanting to shove your fingers in my pussy, huh slut?"
taunted my sister. "You sick bitch...first you wanted Karl, now you want
me?!" She buried her knee in Brianne's gut forcing an agonized moan out of
the shuddering girl. "I got news for you honey, it ain't gonna happen."

She took a running start with Brianne in tow and whipped her across the mat
where the battered redhead crash landed in a sprawl followed by a long
groan. "In fact," added Kristen as she strolled towards Brianne. "Once I'm
finished beating your ass to a pulp I'm going to let my brother fuck you!
Since Danielle was allowed to participate as a second in then so can he!"

Damn! I could've kissed my sis right then and there! Hurry up and knock that
tasty creature out! It was no secret that Brianne was a tough little chick
but this time around Kristen had performed flawlessly. Mom wasn't going to
have to fight Terri but I figured she would anyway in order to exact the
kind of revenge my sister was procuring. As I gazed at Brianne's fallen form
she slowly struggled to her hands and knees and then looked right at me. The
expression on her face was strangely erotic. I couldn't place it...but it
was almost as if she wanted me to fuck her. Didn't she realize losing this
match sentenced her and her family to a weeks worth of servitude? This girl
was a trip!

"You stole my boyfriend and then tossed him out with the next weeks
garbage." hissed Kristen as she reached her rival. "Do you have any idea how
much I cared for him?!" Brianne rose up on her knees and released a sinister
laugh. My sister belted her across the chops and nearly knocked her over.
Brianne slowly turned her face back to look up at her. "Do you?!!!" snarled
Kristen emotionally.

Suddenly, Brianne cocked her head to the side as if she was looking at
something behind Kristen. "Karl?!" she blurted out. "What the hell are you
doing here?"

It was the oldest trick in the book. I still can't believe my sister fell
for it. As soon as she turned her head to look for her old boyfriend all
four of us screamed out a warning. That split second was all Brianne needed.
She may have been battered, but she was by no means down and out.

"UUUNNGGHHHHHH!!!" Kristen squealed out in pain when her opponent buried her
lethal talons between her legs in a brutal pussy claw. Brianne jumped to her
feet and gouged my sister's sensitive womanhood with one hand while grabbing
a fistful of blonde mane with the other. Kristen convulsed and raised up on
her tippy toes as Brianne punished her with the horrific hold while yanking
powerfully on her hair.

"You still get an itch down here when you think about Karl? Lemme scratch it
for you honey pants," hissed Brianne.

Kristen screeched in anguish and her hands dove for Brianne's arm in an
attempt to break the redhead's grip on her snatch. Brianne stubbornly held
on and then slipped her leg behind my sister's. She twisted her body and
pulled Kristen to the side until my sister tripped over the extended leg and
fell to the mat with Brianne relentlessly holding on. Quickly, Brianne
reverse straddled Kristen on her knees and pressed her ass into Kristen's
big tits, all the while still gripping my sister by her crotch. Kristen's
legs kicked out but her arms were expertly pinned to the mat by Brianne's
shins. I started to get a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

My team's concern was evident as well as they yelled nervous encouragement
to my sister. Terri's clan was in a much better frame of mind now as opposed
to a few moments ago and they spurred on their fighter excitedly. Brianne
had Kristen pinned and for the most part defenseless and she went to work.
My sister's agonized cries were harrowing to my ears as her rival savagely
abused her womanhood with her claws. Brianne added several gut punches with
her free hand and soon Kristen was a mess, gasping for air and expelling it
out with a howl once she'd obtained it.

Brianne was now in the zone and I could tell she was enjoying it. She
drilled Kristen with another belly blow that made my sister's legs shoot
into the air and then flop back to the mat as she coughed out a tormented
grunt. Grasping the waistband of Kristen's thong she viciously tugged on it
and forced the strained material between my sister's now exposed pussy lips.
It was a nasty little frontal wedgie applied to an already traumatized region.

"I can smell your fear, Krissie...and it smells scrumptious!" teased
Brianne.

My sister's whimpers of embarrassment were abruptly stifled when her
opponent slid her ass back to park it on her face. With Brianne's sweaty
derriere preventing her from drawing a breath Kristen must have known she
was screwed. Her muffled cries started out loud and furious as her legs
pounded the mat and kicked out in vain. Soon, however, her struggling slowed
until her legs remained flat on the mat and only twitched slightly as her
protests lowered in volume until they trailed off. Brianne's ass smother
sent Kristen to dreamland and notched the applauding home team the win. The
look on my mother's face said it all. The score was knotted again. The look
on Brianne's face was hauntingly familiar. She gazed over at me with those
bedroom eyes of hers as she seductively stroked my unconscious sister's
swollen pussy lips.

"Like I said Barbie doll, I've waited a long time to dip into your honey
pot." said Brianne as she got to her feet.

She went around to my sister's legs and peeled Kristen's thong out of its wedged position and down her long legs. Just as I had, my sister failed once again and was now out cold and
stark naked...and at her rival's mercy.

"First though," said Brianne as she rolled Kristen on her side and tied her wrists together behind her back with the thong, "I promised your brother another visit."

Abby's feet made it to the mat before Mom and Jamie caught her and halted
her charge. Expletives poured forth from her mouth as she struggled wildly
in their grasp.

"Terri!" yelled my mother, almost pleading.

"ANYTHING goes, Cyn," reminded the evil ringleader. "Don't you girls get it?
That's what makes this so much fun!"

Mom and Jamie wore crestfallen expressions as they controlled Abby and moved
her back off the mat. Brianne swaggered across the mat leaving my sister on
display for all and dropped to her knees when she reached me. She lifted my
soft dick out of my lap and smiled at me as she began to gently tug on it.
After a few massaging strokes it began to respond and soon thereafter it
thickened and became fully erect. I was torn by the mixed feelings
bombarding me as I looked at the sultry Brianne. On one hand I knew Abby was
gonna go ballistic if Brianne didn't back off. Even though I was completely
bound and helpless I was going to pay for this one. On the other hand...I
couldn't begin to count how many times I had lubed my dick and stroked it
while fantasizing that Brianne was sucking me off. This was my fantasy come
to life. I loved Abby though, especially after the unconditional support she
gave me after losing my fight. That girl was an absolute keeper. The
conflicting emotions running rampant in my mind took a powder as soon
Brianne took the head of my cock into her warm and velvety mouth. Oh
Goddddd...

Brianne knew what to do and how to do it. She slowly engulfed me and swabbed
the underneath of my shaft with her tongue as she eased her head up and
down. Abby's thunderous protests trailed off as I drifted into a powerfully
erotic trance and floated towards the white light that beckoned me. It felt
so fucking good I wanted it to last for an hour but after all the earlier
teasing you could say I was armed with a hair trigger. As soon as Brianne
began to gently massage my tight balls I shuddered and spewed out a
resounding groan as I climaxed like I'd never climaxed before. She didn't
swallow after she eased my twitching and glistening member out of her mouth.
I looked up at her with heavy eyes and she abruptly moved away to return to
my stretched out and still unconscious sister. She pinched Kristen's
nostrils shut and after a few seconds my sister revived as she drew in a
deep breath through her mouth.

"Good morning sunshine!" mumbled Brianne, my cum still inside her mouth.
Then she pressed her lips to Kristen's and began to French kiss her as my
sister choked and squirmed beneath her. I couldn't even look.

"Oh my GAWD!" wailed my mother in disgust. "I 'm going to KILL that twisted
little BITTTTCHHHHHHH!"

Terri was laughing sadistically. "Your immediate problem is me, Cynthia. The
whole ball game will be decided next...after my daughter brings your big
tough girl to orgasm and drags her sorry ass over here!"

"Yeah!" spoke up Travis. "I can't wait to get my hands on that ride! Don't
worry Cynthia, I'll take REAL GOOD care of her."

"You might have to fight your sister for her, Trav," joked Terri.

I suddenly felt queasy. What the hell had we gotten ourselves into here? I
don't think any of us had fully considered the grave consequences that lay
ahead awaiting the losers. These people were demented. I mean I'll be honest
in saying that the knob job I just received from Brianne had totally blown
me away. It was something I had fantasized about for a long time. But when
testosterone and endorphins take over, a male ceases to have a brain. All
your brains migrate to your little head and for that moment everything is
sheer bliss. Once you come back to reality however, reality slaps you in the
face. The reality of our situation made my skin crawl. I was embarrassed by
an inferior sized fighter I absolutely detested. Then with my mother,
sister, girlfriend and her sister watching I was brought to orgasm against
my will. It was the ultimate shame. Family members aren't supposed to be
privy to such moments...especially your mother. My sister was about to
suffer the same indignity. This had to be killing my Mom. I just knew an
upper class woman like herself had to be wondering how the hell she'd
allowed herself and her loved ones to become entangled in such a depraved
scene.

My sister originally hatched the plan and I imagine it was for the most part
pure pride and arrogance that allowed my mother to agree to the first fight.
After that fiasco you'd think we would have learned our lesson. Pride can
get you into a world of trouble though. We were better than Terri and her
lowlife family. We had a better home, better clothes, better cars, an
infinitely superior bank account...we were just better. There was only one
thing they had bested us at and our ego's refused to let them get away with
it. Nobody, especially lower classed scum like them were going to best us in
a fight. Despite our better judgment I think it was pure pride and arrogance
that allowed us to agree to the terms of this second fight. We were in the
beast's lair however, playing by his rules. We definitely had no business
being here in this situation. I was scared to death thinking about Mom and
Terri's upcoming fight to decide it all. It was the same fear I had felt at
the start of my sister's match...and look at her now. Everything was going
to rest on my mother's shoulders and losing wasn't an option. She HAD to win
her match. She just had to.

Kristen was sputtering and hacking as she lay on her back with her wrists
securely bound beneath her. I'm sure she recognized the foreign substance
Brianne had just transferred to her mouth. I only hoped she didn't realize
which of us guys it belonged to! The whole scene was despicable. Brianne
plopped her ass onto my sister's belly in a reverse straddle and corralled
her legs by the ankles. She lifted them up as Kristen weakly shook them and
tucked them underneath her arms leaving Kristen bent at the waist with her
bare ass in the air.

"Mmmmmm!" teased Brianne wickedly, "You smell mine and I'll smell yours!"

She shifted her ass backwards until my sobbing sister had a mouth full of
soggy purple panty and shimmied her hips to make sure Kristen's nose was
securely buried in her pantied slit. She pressed down with sufficient force
to make sure Kristen couldn't get her mouth open enough to deliver a bite
and then she concentrated on the fragrant and yawning snatch right in front
of her face. "I don't need any toys to get you off, honey pot." she purred.

My teammates and I...particularly my mother, watched in helpless sorrow as
Brianne proved that she indeed knew her way around a woman even better than
a man. She teased my sister unmercifully with licks and prods with her
fingers while ass smothering the life out of her. Kristen's legs initially
shook and flexed as she made a futile attempt at escape but her fate was
sealed as tightly as her mouth and nose were at the moment. Her muffled
cries and plea's were barely audible as her superior rival sampled her like
a piece of candy. The brutality that Brianne had earlier displayed during
the fight was now replaced by an erotic tenderness. She was truly enjoying
this. She teased my sister's asshole by lightly circling it with her pinkie
finger as she simultaneously stroked the patch of skin separating Kristen's
poop chute and pussy with her thumb. My sister couldn't help but surrender.
Hell, she couldn't even breathe! I think Brianne must have realized that
Kristen was on the verge of passing out because she suddenly lifted her
fanny off my sister's face to allow her air. Kristen gulped air into her
lungs and then broke into a pathetic whimpering fit that humored Terri and
her son.

"I need to keep you awake so we can all hear you screaming in ecstasy, sweet
cheeks!" announced Brianne. "The way your slit is oozing I don't think it's
gonna take long."

The twisted bitch was right; it certainly didn't take long. She began to
finger Kristen's slick hole as she pressed her protruding tongue against my
sister's stiff clit. Her tongue flickered like a viper's as she lathered
Kristen's love button with her saliva changing my sister's sobs to moans of
irresistible rapture. Kristen was having no trouble getting air now. In fact
she was practically hyperventilating as Brianne worked her like a pro
towards her impeding climax. Once Brianne sealed her tight lips over my
sister's clit and tickled her g-spot with her fingertip it was all over.
Kristen came with a long, piercing moan as her entire body shuddered
uncontrollably. The sick fucks beside me went berserk.

The victorious redhead released Kristen's legs and they flopped to the mat
spread wide and limp as a wet noodle. My sister was totally spent and the
only thing moving on her body was her ample chest as it heaved up and down
with her rapid respiration's. Brianne unceremoniously snuffed out Kristen's
gasps as she settled her ass back onto my sister's face and smothered her.
At this point Kristen didn't have much to offer in the form of resistance.
As Brianne commenced with a slow, erotic grind my sister's long and toned
legs only weakly swept the mat a few times back and forth before they came
to rest spread wide again. What little garbled sound was coming from her
soon trailed off as the sexual smother stole what little energy remaining in
her beaten body. Brianne couldn't help but taunt us with a sordid display of
her mastery over Kristen. She slipped her fingers, wet with my sister's sex
into her mouth and suckled them.

"Now that's what I call finger lickin' good!" she purred.

Everyone in the room knew that Kristen was unconscious at this juncture. She
was completely quiet and her head lolled to and fro in unison with Brianne's
pelvic thrusts. Mom couldn't take another second of it.

"That's ENOUGH!" she growled angrily. "You've won, dammit, now get off my
daughter!"

You had to know the retort was coming. "I just got your daughter off,
Cynthia, where the hell have you been?!" sneered the wicked Brianne. "Now
I'M gonna get off...ON your sweet daughter!"

"Anything goes, Cyn," cut in Terri. "Annnnything goes."

I know Mom's fuse had long been lit for her battle with Terri but the next
minute or two nearly made her prematurely explode. She watched helplessly as
Brianne worked herself into a frenzy and face fucked my sister like a wild
animal, culminating in a screaming orgasm that left Kristen's face frosted
with her nectar. It was as definitive a win for the home team as anyone
could ever imagine. That queasy feeling in my gut was getting worse. What
Brianne and Terri did next nearly made me puke.

"Travis, drag your worthless opponent away from the wall so he's laying flat
on his back." ordered Terri as she stepped onto the mat. "I have a good
place to put his sister."

Travis grabbed onto my bound feet and roughly yanked me away from the wall
until my head hit the floor. "Let go of me you asshole!" I complained.
He kicked me in the ribs knocking the breath from me and forcing out a
groan. "Don't get lippy, loser boy." he retorted as he placed his foot on my
chest.

Terri and Brianne hugged over Kristen's motionless body and then Terri
whispered something in her daughter's ear. Whatever it was Brianne found it
quite humorous. After untying my sister's wrists they picked up her feet and
dragged her over to beside me as I watched apprehensively. I turned my face
to the left and looked at Kristen's dark blonde pubic pelt that was wet with
her sex.

"No..." I thought. "Please...no!"

Brianne grabbed Kristen by her ankles as her mother tucked her hands into my
sister's armpits and together they rolled her over and deposited her face
down on top of my helplessly bound body. Mom was nearly hysterical judging
by her cries but then again my hearing was a little muted what with
Kristen's muff in my face and her muscular legs splayed out behind me. I
felt Terri lift my sister's head off my groin briefly and then she adjusted
my limp cock so it lay on my belly. When Kristen's head was set back down I
could feel her tacky lips touching my manhood. To complete their work of
debauchery Terri and Brianne tied my sister's wrists to my ankles using what
I imagine was her thong. Travis was laughing like a lunatic and I wanted to
die! My mother was screaming for Terri to step on the mat. Abby was crying,
Jamie was trying to console her, and I even heard Danielle and Tonya sharing
a laugh. All hell had broke loose and me and my sister were the unfortunate
victims. I turned my head to the side as far as I could to get Kristen's
snatch out of my mouth.

It was then that Terri spoke. "Wait a minute, Bri, this just won't work."
she muttered. "I want Kyle and the Barbie doll to see their mother get
thrashed and then fucked like a back alley whore. Gimme a hand, Travis. Bri,
go get a pillow from the closet over there."

Travis lifted me off the floor by my shoulders and Terri grabbed Kristen's
ankles before they turned us so we lay parallel to the mat. Kristen's face
was pointing towards the mat now and after Brianne stuffed the pillow under
my head so was mine, my jawline now resting on the base of my sister's ass.

"Brianne, tie her ankles together," said Terri. "I don't want this cute
little bundle to come unraveled."

I looked up at Brianne as she slipped her cummy panty down her legs. She
stepped out of it and smirked as she leaned down and held it to my nose
briefly. Pure evil, that girl was pure fucking evil. She drew my sister's
feet together, effectively securing my head in its position facing the mat
and bound her ankles with the panty.

"Puhleeeze, Mom!" I thought, "Get us outta this degrading mess!"

Terri was now standing at the edge of the mat staring at my mother. I
couldn't even begin to describe the look that was stamped on my mother's
face. It was the kind of look that could get you tossed into jail. Someone was
going to get hurt and I desperately hoped it wasn't going to be Mom. So far
our opponents had already shown their dark side regarding their idea of
abominable humiliation. A cold shiver passed through my body thinking about
what a weeks worth of slavery at their hands would entail. The whole ball of
wax was coming down to the last fight. It was my mother versus Terri in the
rubber match.

"We've worked so hard for this, Cynthia. You HAVE to beat her!" pleaded Abby
between sobs.

Mom made eye contact with me and the look in her eyes was assurance, "I
swear to you Kyle, I will save you and your sister. You can take that to the
bank."

"Don't be writing checks your lame ass can't cash, bitch!" cackled Terri as
she disrobed calmly. "Get out of those designer rags and let's get it on!"

Terri stood there with her hands on her hips above her blue and black tiger
striped cotton bikini panty. Across the mat I could see Mom hurriedly
removing her clothes. She cast them aside piece by piece until she was
reduced to her silk magenta thong. My Mom was incredible...44 years old and
she could still wear a thong as well as any 18 year old I knew. Terri wasn't
nearly the specimen that Mom was but then again that didn't prevent her from
besting Mom the first time. There was a great deal more riding on this
battle though. I held out cautious hope that Mom was going to fulfill the
vow she had just made to me and Kristen. The alternative was too hideous to
acknowledge. This fight between two mothers was indeed destined to be the
mother of all fights.

Travis got in one last dig before the big match started. "How'd you get so
lucky to have your face so close to a fine ass like that?" he said as he
nudged my head with his foot.

"It's my sister you fuckin' jerk!" I snarled.

"So!" he answered unfazed. "What are you worried about? Did she have Mexican
for dinner or sumthin'?"

His juvenile snickers that followed burned me to the core. I was so pissed
off at myself for being unable to conquer him in two fights. I wasn't sure
if I ever could deliver the beating he deserved. It was pretty fucking
humiliating.

The shrill snarl issued by Mom immediately focused my attention
on the mat. She and Terri charged at each other like a couple of runaway
trains and when they slammed together it was intense. Mom's superior weight
proved beneficiary and as she drove the grunting Terri backwards she nearly
took her off her feet. The wily titian-tressed catfight veteran managed to
land a glancing kick on Mom's calf but Mom continued driving forward until
they crashed to the mat in a squealing heap.

Once again Terri's experience was displayed as she purposefully brought one
knee to her chest before Mom landed on top of her. Mom rose up on her knees
and landed a blow that only grazed Terri's chin due to the fact that as she
unloaded the punch Terri pushed out with her knee wedged between Mom's
mammoth tits. Instantly the redhead's hands shot upward and she viciously
raked my mother's face eliciting a sharp cry from her. With a powerful shove
of her leg Terri sent Mom sailing backwards to her ass on the mat. Everyone
in the room was cheering loudly for their fighter.

Terri jumped to her feet and stepped towards Mom as she reared back with one
of her legs for a kick. Just as she let fly with it Mom dropped back on her
elbows and snapped a kick up underneath Terri's leg, burying her foot in
Terri's wide open crotch. Terri bellowed in agony as she folded at the waist
clutching her aching cunt. As my mother scrambled to her feet Terri suddenly
dropped on all fours and like a greased pig she shot right between Mom's
legs, even catching her in the crotch with a backwards heel kick on her way
through. This woman was flat out tenacious!

Mom's brief hesitation to massage her stinging sweet spot gave her dangerous little redheaded rival time to mount a renewed attack. Terri jumped onto my mother's back and clamped her legs around Mom's hips. With a maniacal expression plastered across her face she began to yank on Mom's long mane while she delivered several quick punches to Mom's cheek.

"Cynthia!" shouted Jamie, "Just fall backwards!"

Mom heeded the advice immediately and pitched herself backwards with the intent of crushing the unwelcome hitchhiker glued to her back into the mat. The wily Terri demonstrated the depth of her brawling experience as she dismounted just in the nick of time, landing on her feet and watching Mom slam to the mat on her back with an anguished groan. The redhead seized the advantage and viciously stomped her heel between my mother's big tits forcing an even louder groan from Mom's lips. Terri dropped to her knees beside Mom, cocked her fist and unloaded a nasty punch that was labeled for my mother's face. Mom proved she was starting to figure out the art of catfighting as she expertly bobbed her head to the side and Terri's fist plowed into the mat.

The room was alive with frenzied cheers from both sides of the mat as Mom's hand shot upwards and her fist smacked into her foe's chin. Terri yelped and tumbled backwards as Mom quickly rolled over and scrambled to her feet. Mom had the draw on her now and when Terri hurriedly made it back to an upright position she was immediately grabbed and placed in a side headlock. My mother snarled as she began to violently wrench her hated rival's head up and down repeatedly.

"Rip her friggin' head off!" I cheered excitedly, only to receive a sharp kick in the back from Travis.

"Tits, Mom, TITS!" he yelled to his mother.

I didn't know what the hell he was talking about but Terri made it instantly clear. Her right hand came up in front of Mom's body and found purchase on one of Mom's dangling orbs. My mother howled in pain once Terri gouged her talons into the sensitive flesh. As Terri commenced to assault her foe's breast Mom was forced to break the headlock and she frantically tugged on Terri's wrist to stop the redhead's agonizing attack. Mom was screeching as she worked upon Terri's wrist and finally she was able to break the hold. As soon as Terri hand came free her fingers balled into a fist and she ripped a punch into Mom's belly. The blonde grunted in pain and was sent staggering across the mat by a firm shove from her nemesis.

My heart was racing as I watched this epic battle being waged by the two mature wildcats. The Alpha Bitches of their respective clans, both determined to win this final, crucial match to decide it all. My Mom was holding her own but holding your own wasn't going to cut it here. She HAD to reign supreme at the end of this fight. She just HAD to!

My anxiety only deepened as I watched Mom stumble across the mat clutching her gut with Terri right on her heels. The little redhead launched herself into the air and welded herself to Mom's back once again, wrapping her legs around my mother's waist. Mom's legs buckled but she valiantly stayed on her feet as Terri swiftly applied a sleeper hold from behind. Mom struggled wildly, her fingernails digging into Terri's forearms and then when that failed to produce any result, they clawed at the bare thighs cinched around her hips. Terri yelped but she refused to let go. She tightened the debilitating hold and rode her rival across the mat.

"Fuck!!!" I griped as I watched Terri control my Mom with relative ease.

"Surprise, Kyle!" sneered Travis from above me. "I taught my mother how to apply a sleeper
hold! You remember the sleeper hold, don't you woos boy?"

The pretentious peckerhead made my skin crawl. Yeah, I remember the sleeper hold. It's
what he used on me to put me out the first time we fought. A queasy feeling filled my gut as
I watched his mother employ the same hold on my Mom.

"Fight it, Cynthia, FIGHT IT!!!" urged my girlfriend Abby with obvious concern in her voice.
I heard a whimper coming from Kristen and I knew she was suffering from the same affliction
as I. It was called extreme dread.

"Put that snobby bitch to sleep, Mom!" cheered Travis proudly.

My Mom was languishing in Terri's hold at this point. As her strength dissapated,
my hope went right along with it. The situation was fast approaching one of the
dire variety. Her legs quivered as she staggered to and fro and I heard her moan
in desperation as most certainly the room began to spin. All of a sudden she
began to shuffle backwards while trying to remain on her feet. Inadvertently
she ended up all the way back against the wall and when Terri's body collided
against it the redhead let loose with a groan of her own. Mom was still conscious
enough to realize that she had one last glimmer of hope and she took it. Employing
all of her remaining energy she rammed herself backwards several times, smashing
her piggy-backed foe against the hard wall. My family came to life with a flourish
of encouragement and after a few more solid smacks against the wall Terri was
forced to release the sleeper hold. My mother pitched forward and staggered
across the mat reeling from the effects of the brief sleeper hold. Her eyes were glassy,
legs were weak and she needed a respite. Terri grimaced as she pushed away from the wall and
pursued her rival doggedly.

"Mom, look out!" whined Kristen. Mom whirled around unsteadily and brought
up her fists in a boxer's posture as Terri closed the gap between them.

"I won't let you beat me again." vowed Mom. "I'll die first!"

"Don't get carried away, Cyn." responded Terri with a laugh. "If you end up
dead then that ruins all the fun I have planned for the upcoming week."

She put up her dukes and squared off with Mom. I didn't like the direction
this thing was heading in at all. In their first fight Terri had proven she
had an iron jaw. Mom could throw a punch but her opponent could definitely
take it. My mother wasn't going to back down though. When she said she'd
fight to the death I don't think she was bullshitting a bit. Mom struck out
with a pretty good jab that popped Terri's head back but the redhead
countered with a piston-like jab of her own. Mom took the punch in stride
and tagged her opponent with a nice right cross to Terri's jaw that wobbled
the smaller woman and elicited a spirited cheer from Abby. Going for broke,
Mom followed up with another quick punch but this time Terri ducked it and
unloaded a savage uppercut that caught Mom flush. She grunted as she
stumbled backwards several steps but she gamely got her fists back up to
protect her face. I just knew this was a recipe for disaster. Terri's
pugilistic skills were superior to my mother's and she was proving it again.

"Mom, don't headhunt!" I blurted out.

My critique must have struck home because as Terri moved in for the kill Mom
unloaded a probing blow that smacked into Terri's belly and forced a gasp
from the redhead's lips. Terri pitched forward and Mom instantly grabbed her
by her hair and drove her knee upward. The knee smash caught Terri right in
the tits and sent her upright with a yelp before she stumbled all the way
back against the wall. Travis cursed as he watched his dazed mother put her
arms out against the paneling to keep her balance as my Mom charged her with
a renewed vigor.

"Yes!" said Kristen excitedly.

Mom was locked and loaded by the time she reached Terri and the punch she
fired was destined to knock Terri into next week. My heart jumped in my
chest as I watched my mother deliver what had to be the last nail in our
opponent's coffin. Terri's last second head jerk to the side saved her ass.
Mom's fist smashed into the paneling mere inches from her target, cracking
the laminate and inciting a horrific screech of grief. Victory had been so
close...but alas oh so far away.

Terri had pretty much taken as much as she had dished out and one had to
wonder how either of these two mature women were still on their feet. The
tough little redhead reminded me of the Tasmanian Devil. She just wouldn't
quit. Now as my mother stood before her holding her damaged hand and
practically bawling in anguish, Terri nastily stomped her heel down onto the
top of my Mom's bare foot. Mom's entire frame shook as intense pain radiated
from yet another body part. She squealed out agony yet again after Terri
plunged her claws into her heavy breasts and forced her limping backwards.
The redhead shoved Mom clear of her and immediately belted her across the
face with a hard backhanded slap. Mom wobbled to the side struggling to stay
upright as her relentless adversary kept coming with blow after blow.
Stinging slaps battered Mom's tits back and forth until I thought she was
going to choke on her sobs. Terri was absolutely on fire and my Mom was
nothing more than a piece of kindling.

Kristen whimpered, her concern evident and without a doubt it mirrored what I was feeling.
The look stamped on Terri's face was pure malevolence as she plunged her hands into Mom's
hair and jerked her torso down at the same moment she buried her knee in Mom's belly.
A guttural groan rushed out of Mom's lips as her feet literally left the ground for a split second.
She was in dire straits, folded at the waist and gasping for breath that wouldn't come.

"This is how to throw a knee, bitch!" hissed Terri as she unloaded a wicked
knee smash into Mom's face that practically launched her into orbit.

Mom's body went upright, spun around in a lazy half circle and then staggered away
like a zombie in a George Romero flick. She looked like she was out on her
feet and to substantiate that she abruptly collapsed to her knees and fought
to stay there with her head tipped forward and her arms hanging limp at her
sides. As Travis and Brianne showered their tough Mom with praise, my sister
began to weep. What transpired next was very difficult to watch. Terri stood
a few feet behind Mom with her hands on her hips wearing a smirk that said
it all. At that point, she knew she owned my mother. One would have thought
it would be painfully obvious to my Mom as well but she just refused to go
down. Beaten into a daze, blood trickling from her nose, she pathetically
struggled to her feet only to waver to and fro briefly before collapsing to
her hands and knees. Terri didn't move. She didn't need to, she just watched
Mom with that haughty smirk plastered across her face. Mom whimpered and
slowly struggled to her feet again, her eyes still glazed over and
unfocused. Her knees quivered and she began to pitch forward but she caught
herself only to stagger back a step.

"Yoo-hoo!" taunted Terri. "I'm over here, tough girl."

Mom shuffled around to face her rival and still had a difficult time
maintaining her balance. She wobbled back and forth on rubbery legs and
Terri snickered at her while shaking her head in disgust. Mom whimpered and
attempted to lob a punch in the direction of her opponent but it just sort
of fizzled in mid-flight and then she staggered forward directly into
Terri's welcoming arms.

"Nooooo!" whined my sister, sadly signaling her admission that we were
headed into hell for the next week.

"It's over..." I affirmed in a vanquished tone. "It's over."

Mom's beaten body just sagged against Terri who held her in a firm hug. "Christ, Cyn,
now you're just embarrassing yourself. And you've even upset your children!" she said despicably.

Mom sniffled and then summoned every ounce of grit that remained in her
tired body to push herself away from Terri.

"You...won't...break....me...bitchhhh..." she murmured.

Terri simply responded with a demeaning laugh and my mother launched another
punch at her that the redhead effortlessly deflected with a wave of her
hand. Terri's expression hardened and she responded with a heavy backhand
that smacked against Mom's cheek and sent her spinning around, her limp arms
rotating about until her hands finally came to rest beside her hips.

"Unnghhhhh..." Mom dropped to her knees and was about to pitch face down
when Terri caught her by the hair.

"You have no idea how brutally I'm gonna break you honey," stated Terri. She
knelt behind my mother and easily slipped a sleeper hold about her head and
neck. "Enjoy the nap, bitch. When I wake you up, it's gonna be a living
nightmare."

Our fate was sealed and I'm sure all four of us knew it. We still offered up
one last plea for Mom to fight. It was a waste of breath. Terri had
definitely learned from her son how to administer a sleeper. As she wrenched
it on tight, Mom's hands grabbed at Terri's forearm in desperation. Terri
grunted as she applied further pressure and Mom gurgled before her hands
finally released their tepid grip and fell to her hips where they swayed
back and forth like a pendulum on a grandfather clock. The sorrow in her
sleepy gaze when she looked at me and my sister was heartbreaking.

"Mom!" we cried out in unison. It wasn't a cheer of encouragement, rather it
was a wail wrought with disappointment and pity.

"Forgive...me...unnnhhhhhhh..." she moaned as Terri slowly twisted her head
from side to side.

Terri's kids enthusiastic cheers echoed throughout the room as my poor mother
released a final defeated moan before she passed out in her hated adversary's grasp. The
unthinkable had happened again...our bitter rivals had subjected us to a
humiliating defeat. I glanced over at Abby and Jamie and saw the reaction I
had expected. Both girls stared at Mom and Terri in stunned silence. They
had anted up for the ominous stakes riding on this match and I'm sure the
horror of paying up hit them like a ton of bricks. I didn't even want to
imagine what type of sick plans our repugnant foe's had in store for
us all. The fact that Terri wasn't even finished with Mom was terrifying. My
throat was so dry I couldn't even swallow. Kristen wept like a baby as she
set her cheek back down on my hip. Terri reveled in the glory of conquering
my mother. After releasing the sleeper hold she held Mom upright on her
knees with a fistful of blonde hair as she stood proudly behind her. She
gently maneuvered Mom's head back and forth and to and fro causing Mom's
lifeless and dangling arms to swing about.

"Look at your pathetic mother. Look at her!" she bragged.

I WAS looking at her, and it was a devastating sight. Her face was bloodied,
her breasts were pinstriped with deep scarlet furrows courtesy of Terri's
talons, and a mouse had formed underneath her left eye that definitely was
going to become a shiner soon. My mother was badly beaten up. Terri finally
shoved my Mom face first to the mat. Mom didn't even flinch. She was
unquestionably unconscious. Terri stood over her trophy and hooked her big
toe under the thin magenta strand of Mom's thong at the top of her fanny
crevice, lifted it up and struck a pose with her arms flexed and her mouth
curled into a proud smile while her teammates showered her with applause as
she posed victoriously.

"Travis and Bri, go get your teammates. Let's party," she said.

"You can't do that yet!" protested Abby. "It's not over yet!"

Terri looked at her and laughed as Travis and Brianne went over to free
Danielle and Tonya. "It's fucking over, little girl. It's all over but the cryin'." Leaving Mom
face down she strolled across the mat to the toy chest. "My daughter chose
not to employ any toys." she announced. "I, on the other hand love to play
with the toys!"

One by one she fished out her implements of choice and dropped them on the
edge of the mat for all of us to see. I tried to swallow unsuccessfully as I
focused on the articles. A studded leather collar, a leash, Velcro
handcuffs, some clamp looking things attached together with a short length
of fine chain that I was unfamiliar with but I knew soon I was going to get
a lesson on, a leather crop thing , a weird, black rubbery looking cone
shaped thing with a flange at the base of it, and a tube of what I imagined
was lube. My gaze remained riveted on the collection of items and I
shuddered as I thought about Terri using them on my defenseless mother. Her
previous words of, 'Anything goes' were ringing in my ears. When the evil
redhead turned back around to face us I snapped out of my trance and looked
up at her. She was wearing a harness and there was a big, fat fake dong
dancing in the air in front of her crotch.

Kristen's sobs were getting louder by the minute and she was causing my body
to shake. I closed my eyes and refused to watch. Who the hell was I trying
to kid? Try as I did, I just couldn't keep my eyes shut. As soon as Travis
let out a catcall my eyes opened to see Terri knelt beside my mother calmly
peeling off Mom's thong. When Terri grunted and rolled Mom onto her back I
watched Mom's hefty breasts jiggle back and forth before finally coming to
rest. Terri took a position kneeling between Mom's moderately splayed legs
and opened them up wide. With a devious smirk formed on her face the redhead
twisted Mom's damp thong into a magenta tortilla wrap and used her finger to
stuff half its length inside my mother's pussy. Terri continued to work
methodically as she prepared my mother for the grand finale. She placed
Mom's hands on her belly and cuffed her wrists together, fastened the
leather collar around Mom's neck and attached the leash to it. Then it
dawned on me what purpose the clamp thingy served as I watched her take each
of Mom's plump nipples in her fingers and pull them taut while securing them
with a clamp. This bitch was a first class whacko!

My sister softly whined and sniffled as she tucked her chin as far into her
left shoulder as she could get it before closing her eyes. I could see a
portion of her face and her expression was one of total remorse. The
arrogance that drove us to Terri's house that day was something we'd regret
for a lifetime! Terri rose to her feet and picked up the leather crop. After
grabbing the leash and pulling it tight she placed her foot on Mom's
battered face and forced her head to the side until she pinned her right
cheek to the mat. Using the crop she reached down with it and hooked it
under the chain that linked the two nipples clamps together and began to
jerk on it causing Mom's nipples to dance.

"Wake up, you pathetic bitch!" she shouted.

After a few more vigorous tugs I heard Mom release a low moan. Her legs
gradually began to stir and then she clearly whimpered. Terri held the crop so
that the nipple clamp chain was taut and looked down at my mother with disdain.

"If it isn't now clear to you that I own your sorry ass, it soon will be.
You are going to obey my every command, bitch. If you don't, I'll
put a hurt on you like you can't even begin to imagine. Do you understand?"

Mom's legs swept the mat as she fought back sobs but she didn't respond.
Terri's face flushed with anger and she viciously whipped Mom's right breast
with the crop. Mom shrieked in pain and her legs quivered.

"Do...you...UNDERSTAND?!" snarled the evil redhead.

"Yessss!" wailed Mom.

Terri removed her foot from Mom's face and took a step back. She pulled on
the leash causing Mom's head to lift off the mat. "On your hands and knees,
slave!" she barked. Mom sniveled as she reluctantly rolled over and assumed
the position. Her thong was sticking out of her pussy like a tissue in a
boxed dispenser. I was numb as I watched my proud mother suffer such
abhorrent degradation. Terri kept the leash taut and stood beside Mom. She
snapped the crop against Mom's fanny eliciting a yelp and a tremble out of
her slave.

"Crawl!" commanded Terri.

Mom began to crawl, albeit slowly because her wrists were cuffed together.
Terri began to whip her ass with the crop and urged her to speed it up. Mom
cried out with each stinging strike and began to surge forward with her
hands to increase her speed. The portion of her thong hanging outside her
body swayed back and forth with each lunge and the smooth skin on her fanny
began to turn crimson as Terri relentlessly peppered it with the crop. After
a complete trip around the perimeter of the mat Mom had tears streaming down
her face. It was unsettling to me to say the least. My mother was suffering
a horrific humiliation and she was at her rival's mercy. It was abundantly
clear that mercy wasn't in Terri's vocabulary.

"P-p-please, Terri." Mom sniveled. "I-I-I concede!"

"I'll decide when you concede, slave bitch!" snarled Terri as she moved to a
position in front of Mom. "Drop to your belly!"

Mom was flat on the mat in an instant, her bound arms tucked underneath her
body and her face turned away to look in the direction of Abby and Jamie.
I'm sure she couldn't bear to look at me and my sister. Terri nudged the top
of Mom's head with her foot.

"Head forward, chin on the mat, wench!" she ordered. Mom whimpered and
then did as she was told. Terri's foot was right there in front of her face. "Kiss my foot!"
Mom's body shuddered as I imagined her self-esteem wilted to a point of nothingness.
She closed her eyes, shedding twin tears, puckered her lips and planted a soft smooch
on her superior's toes. "That's a good little bitch." purred Terri, her voice
dripping with venom. "Now stick out that tongue and lick 'em."

A sharp tug on the leash drew a gasp out of Mom's lips and she mewled as she
looked at the toes poised scant inches from her chin. Once again her eyelids
closed and then her pink tongue emerged from her mouth to bathe Terri's
toes. I could see her cringe from the taste of her hated opponent's digits
but she swabbed them thoroughly as Terri gazed down at her with pleasure.

"Why can't this be over?!" blurted my sobbing sister who had apparently
opened her eyes.

"Awww, are you uncomfortable over there, sweetie?" said Terri in a baby talk
tone. "What a terrible shame. You just hang in there honey pot and in seven
more fun-filled days this will be over. Seven wickedly wonderful days."

Still holding the leash, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panty
and whisked it down her legs revealing her thick and curly auburn pubic
patch. The panty gathered around her ankles practically in my Mom's face and
she casually stepped out of them. The soaked cotton crotch panel was facing
up and smack dab in front of Mom's lips.

"Pick up my smelly panty, bitch." ordered the vile redhead. Mom's shoulders
shook uncontrollably for a moment as she broke down in mortified shame.
"Pick them up NOW!" snapped Terri as she yanked on the leash. With her
eyelids squeezed shut Mom opened her mouth and took the damp garment in her
mouth. Terri snickered as she pulled on the leash and coaxed my mother to
her hands and knees. "Go crawl to your children and show them how pathetic
their mother really is," commanded Terri as she led Mom towards me and
Kristen.

Mom was helplessly weeping as she neared us with Terri's panties trapped
between her lips. Kristen continued to sob and I even had to fight back
tears as a big lump formed in my throat. Terri's means of degradation was
nothing less than sadistic. The look in my mother's eyes as she halted a few
feet from us was heartbreaking. I wanted to tell her that I loved her but
nothing came out when I attempted to speak. Terri forced her to pose for us
for about a minute before she finally led her back to the center of the mat.
A savage kick to the ribs elicited a wicked groan out of Mom's lips that
dislodged Terri's panties and sent them to the mat. Mom's arms slid forward
and she collapsed with her forehead on the mat while still on her knees with
her ass in the air.

Terri unfastened the dildo harness and without an ounce of hesitation she
began to masturbate with it. I was so numb at this point I don't think
anything she did would have shocked me. I think Abby and Jamie were in the
same state as they just watched the redheaded devil doll in stunned silence.
After a moment Terri ceased fucking herself and removed the glistening dildo
from her hot snatch. She refastened the harness around her waist and settled
into a kneeling position which pinned Mom's outstretched arms to the mat.
Snatching a handful of my mother's hair Terri lifted her head off the mat to
face the bobbing and glossy dong.

"Take in some nourishment, slave," she growled. "Give your mistress head."

The next several minutes must have felt like hours to Mom. The poor, broken
woman was forced to suck the nectar from the toy as Terri controlled her
head bobbing with a fistful of hair. Terri finally pulled the dong away from
Mom's mouth and abruptly hammered her on the top of her skull with a closed
fist. Mom's face was driven back to the mat as she cried out in pain.

"Keep your head down and your ass in the air, bitch!" warned the venomous redhead.

Terri stood up and retrieved the cone shaped toy and after covering it with
lube she approached my whimpering mother from the rear. She tugged Mom's
thong out of her pussy and then stepped forward to drop it in front of Mom's
head.

"Chew on that, slave." she ordered. "This is about to get rough."

Mom didn't acknowledge the command but once Terri belted her ass with a
stinging slap she obediently took her thong in her mouth as she whimpered
pitifully. Terri went back to Mom's rear end and splayed out Mom's legs wide
so she could kneel between them. She slid her finger through the lube on the
toy in her hand and once she began to work her finger around the puckered
opening of Mom's ass I realized what the toy was used for. I felt like
puking and I began to wonder if we were going to make it through the next
week alive. Terri diddled Mom's ass for several minutes before she finally
eased the butt plug in, drawing a long nervous moan out of my mother. After
taking the leash in one hand to control her subject her fingers migrated to
Mom's slit as she prepared to put the exclamation point on her mastery of
her rival. Without question this fight had been over for quite some time.
Terri outfought Mom and plain and simple bested her. Once she bound Mom's
wrists it was for all intents and purposes done. Maybe Mom could have
mounted a comeback despite having her wrists bound, but it was highly
unlikely. Even if the thought had crossed her mind Terri never gave her an
opportunity to execute. The controlled and crushing domination she heaped on
Mom did in fact break her. She told Mom she was going to break her and she
absolutely succeeded!

As I gazed across the mat at Mom, her plugged ass in the air and her face on
the mat with her own thong stuffed in her mouth, she was indeed the vision
of a broken, humiliated fighter. The only thing left was the fucking and
Terri was ready to take my mother for a spin. There's no question that this
wasn't the first time Terri had used her fingers to prime a female. I
wondered if this lecherous behavior was par for the course with these
so-called family fights that Terri and her kids attended. I have an open
mind but even this was out of bounds for me. My poor mother was completely
defenseless. Just like me when that bitch Danielle began to stroke me, Mom
responded to Terri's expert touch and soon she was moaning through the wet
fabric stuffed in her mouth as her hips gently rocked. I couldn't fault her
for it. Once Terri had Mom's juices flowing she aimed the head of the strap
on dildo at the moist bulls-eye and fired!

What followed was not a slow and easy fuck...it was sheer brutality. Terri pumped my screaming Mom's pussy like a piston in a Formula 1 racing engine and soon she had my Mom on the
brink of climax. Welded together, two female bodies, one jerking crazily and
the other humping in a blur they traveled nearly all the way across the mat.
Finally, the winded Terri slowed her pace to a more normal rate as she
reached under Mom with one hand to massage her clit. My poor mother was a
powder keg just waiting to explode, her long nipples stiff and brushing the
mat as her muffled moans continued to build in intensity. A few more deft
strokes with the fingers and a few added thrusts with the dildo and Terri
forced a powerful orgasm from my mother's body that had her shaking and
yelping and practically unable to breathe.

Terri's demented children were cheering wildly. My sister must have been
practically catatonic. She wasn't making a sound at this juncture. Thank goodness
it was over. Well...it became evident that my relief was a bit premature when
Terri began to furiously thrust her toy in
and out of Mom's spent and well-lubed pussy. I couldn't believe she had the
stamina to delve into another violent humping session. Her hips thrust
powerfully as the shaft of the big dong pistoned within the deep recesses of
my mother's womanhood. The sounds coming out of Mom and filtering through
her thong gag resembled the delirious gurgling of a back alley drunkard just
before passing out. All of her womanly features shook with every mighty
thrust. The concavity of her upturned fanny jiggled as Terri's hips smacked
against the sweaty flesh. Her bodacious, hanging breasts swung to and fro,
the eraser sized and fully erect nipples scrubbing the mat. What little fat
she carried in her midsection, a wonderfully feminine paunch quivered as
used the dildo as a battering ram. It was a scene I will remember until the
day I die.

Mom's vocalizations faded and then disappeared like a wisp of smoke in a
stiff breeze and I knew she had passed out. Terri continued to fuck her like
a hormone crammed teenager for another moment until she finally slowed her
pace. I don't think she realized my mother was unconscious but in her
heightened state of arousal it didn't surprise me. Still holding the leash
that was tethered to Mom's collar she settled into a slow thrusting motion
and reached down with her free hand to fondle herself. It wasn't long at all
before she manipulated herself to a panting and growling climax.

Finally...the thrusts stopped. Terri threw her head back and basked in the
numbing electricity that must have been coursing through her perspiring
body. Her eyelids were shut and she wore a supremely satisfied smile on her
face as she sucked air into her lungs. I was completely mesmerized by the
whole spectacle. It was hideously erotic if that makes any sense. It blew my
fucking mind. When the redhead finally tipped her head forward to look down
at her subject she then realized Mom was out. She eased the dildo out of
Mom's oozing pussy and slowly got to her feet. Without the support of her
rival, Mom's body collapsed in slow motion. Her knees began to slide
backwards on the now slippery mat and finally her legs gave out until they
were flat on the mat. Mom was stretched out with her arms extended forward
and her face turned so I could partially see the magenta material of her
thong gag over her shoulder. My poor mother was as demolished as one could
ever imagine.

Terri released a heavy sigh of satisfaction and then rolled Mom onto her
back. She plucked the thong out of Mom's mouth which remained ajar in her
unconscious state. Removing the harness from her hips Terri gently slipped
the dildo into Mom's mouth far enough so it would stand there on its own.
Our nightmare was finally over...or rather, it was just beginning.

"Eric told me you couldn't take a good fucking," taunted Terri. "After that
world class fucking I see he was right." She looked over at her ecstatic
teammates. "Let's gather up our slaves and start laying down the law.
There's enough cuffs, collars and leashes for all of them in the toy box."

As the others rushed over to the chest to retrieve the binds Abby and Jamie
began to protest. I'd been afraid this would happen. Jamie stepped onto the
mat and threatened Terri but the redhead queen took it in stride.

"There's five of us and only two of you. As you can see, these other three
creampuffs aren't gonna be any help. You can cooperate and do as we say, or
we'll beat your asses into the floor and then pulverize your pussies. It's up
to you."

Abby's faced drained of its color as she looked at her sister. Jamie sighed
sadly and hugged her sister. "It's the chance we took, Abby," she said with
remorse. "We can't beat them all. We did the best we could."

I felt awful. My family had let my girlfriend and her sister down. They
fought tremendously and won their matches. Mom, Kristen and I had failed
them as well as ourselves. We were to blame for this defeat and the
impending consequences. I shuddered when I thought about what the
consequences might be. I really needed to hear another, 'I love you Kyle.'
It didn't happen though. Our opponents secured us with collars, wrist and
ankle cuffs after Mom was awakened and forced to join us in line on our
hands and knees. As we were ordered to crawl towards the stairs in single
file with our noses pressed against the ass in front of us I knew my darkest
fears probably didn't even touch what Terri and her teammates had in store
for us.