Lisa and Gail were best friends. Well, more than friends. Between the guys that were lucky enough to win their “challenge”, they often found comfort and release in each other’s arms. Both girls were extremely attractive and garnered the attention of several men at the pub they often frequented. If any of them showed interest in either of them, they always found that where one of the girls goes, the other follows. The girls were quite selective about their men however, snobbish in fact and were often annoyed by the bothersome men they found “unworthy”.

These men had nothing wrong with them. In fact most were quite charming and very good looking, well-to-do chaps. They just didn’t quite meet the lofty standards that Lisa and Gail thought they deserved. Instead of simply rejecting these men however, Lisa and Gail devised a little challenge to determine the worthiness of their suitors.

If a gentleman approached either of the two women, the other would interject and tell the guy that if he wanted her friend, he had to beat her in a wrestling match first to prove his worthiness. If he won, he was allowed to do whatever he wanted with the one he chose. And if he was good in the ring, quite possibly what ever he wanted with the one he wrestled also.

If the challenge was accepted, and it usually was, one girl would wrestle while the other would referee. It was always a fair fight and there was never any interference by the other girl. What the guy never realized however, was that despite their diminutive appearance, both girls were in exceptional physical shape and both had wrestled competitively in an unheard of mixed wrestling Federation a few years back. They were quite good and often beat male opponents three times their own size.

They used this little challenge they created to not only weed out the undesirables, but also humiliate them. If the guy was liked, they would go easy and sometimes even throw the match to get into the sack with him. If he wasn’t found desirable, he was tortured, beaten and humiliated. And, of course, each of their matches was videotaped to be played at the pub for the ultimate humiliation. Lately, the two had become more enchanted with the humiliation of their male opponents than the sex. As a result, they needed to be taken down a peg or two.

Michael had been a regular to the pub. He knew both Lisa and Gina from college and had seen both girls in action. They hadn’t seen each other since. He had watched their little game for a few weeks now, seeing how the two would draw guys in only to have them destroyed in the ring. After some careful consideration, he decided it was his turn to try his luck. Gina and Lisa had run off a number of guys recently, humiliating them to the point where they never returned to the pub, but Michael had a few surprises of his own that Lisa and Gina weren’t aware of that might make things interesting.

He decided to approach Gina. Gina was a leggy, buxom goddess with smooth mocha skin and an angel’s face. Long dark curls cascaded about her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Her 5’7” frame boasted firm breasts and tight midriff complementing a high, well-rounded ass into a nearly perfect 35-23-33 figure. A good estimate would put her at about 115 pounds, though because muscle weighs more than fat, and Gina was very well toned, it was more like 130.

She remembered Michael from college and had always thought of him as a 6 on a scale of one to ten. Just a bit better than average which, was a pretty accurate description of Michael back then. He was a bit short for her taste, only 5’10”, but had bulked up quite nicely since his college days, adding about 20 pounds of lean muscle to the 180 pounds he normally carried back then, rating him now about a 9 on Gina’s scale. His lean but well sculpted physique was definitely one she wouldn’t mind tangling her body with in the ring…or in the bed.

Michael made sure to make his moves very flamboyant. After watching the two ladies for the last few weeks, he had determined what worked with them and what didn’t. As a result, Gina was putty in his hands, practically panting at the advances being made on her by this newly found stud.

As expected, Lisa intervened to issue the challenge. Lisa was smaller than Gina, but just as physically well-endowed. At 5’5”, her weight too was equally deceiving. Michael guessed that she weighed about 105-110 but she was actually closer to 120. Her smaller, yet perky breasts stood proudly beneath her half-top which fully exposed her very flat and firm abs that eye-catchingly V’ed nicely downward to her hips and low-cut daisy-dukes. Her shoulder length raven hair contrasted nicely with her flawlessly epic milky white skin. Her ass was tiny and tight and her legs were long for her stature and very muscular.

The challenge was pretty simple. Lisa would wrestle Michael. The first to win three falls would be the winner and if that was Michael, then Gina was his to do with as he pleased. Gina would referee and to make sure that there were no fast counts, the match would be pinfalls only to a count of ten. The catch was that since the matches were pinfalls only, they didn’t allow for any submissions so the ability to torture an opponent was not only available, but in Gina and Lisa’s case, was expected.

“Humiliation and domination is the name of the game big boy,” said Lisa. “And who knows, if you’re really good, you may not only get to fuck Gina afterward, but me during.”

Michael smiled at the prospect as he watch the swaying hips of both girls as they led him out of the pub to their apartment across the street. Upon entering, Michael was a bit shocked to see a regulation size wrestling ring in a large open area of the apartment. He had expected the matched to take place in some sort of gym or empty arena, but the set-up in their own apartment was quite elaborate. He was sure it intimidated many men who had come before him, but Michael was different. He had wrestled professionally too, just like Gina and Lisa had. The difference was that Michael wrestled in one of the larger and most competitive federations in the world, which gave him far more experience that the girls. They hadn’t recognized him because he had wrestled wearing a mask, under the name “The Dark Knight”.

As “The Dark Knight”, Michael had an impressive win/loss record and even held a few minor titles, wrestling against some of the best wrestling talent in the world. He retired from the ring just 6 months ago to pursue “other endeavors”.

The girls instructed Michael to strip down to his underwear while they went in the bedroom to change.

“I’m guessing you’re a jockeys man,” cooed Gina. “Not boxers?”

Michael smiled and nodded.

“Good. Briefs are so much easier to get you out of.”

The girls disappeared into the bedroom while Michael slithered out of his clothes by the ring, carefully folding them and placing them on the floor. His black briefs accentuated his tanned and toned form and garnered a slight jaw dropping reaction from the girls as they returned.

Michael was quite visually impressed with the girls as well. Lisa’s ring attire was a, two sizes too small, red leather halter top bikini and thong that left very little to the imagination. Michael noticed that she wore a bandage around her left wrist, possibly due to a previous injury. It was a point he made note of as he scanned his adversary.

Gail was also quite stunning wearing a white satin thong panty and a tight fitting button-down black and white striped referee shirt that was left open and tied at the bottom leaving an exposed mid-drift and lots of cleavage. Gail also wore high white athletic socks and tennis shoes with her outfit, but Lisa was barefoot.

“Remember, no holds barred,” warned Gail as the combatants climbed into the ring. “I’m only here to count the pinfalls, nothing else. There will be a two minute rest period between falls and the match will not be stopped until we have a winner of three falls. Got it?”

Michael acknowledged the rules and Lisa smiled.

Let’s get it one then, stud,” mocked Lisa.

Gail hit a button in a neutral corner and there was a loud buzzer to signal the start of the match.

Michael circled the ring. He wanted Lisa to make the first move so that he could judge just how physical he needed to be. He wanted only to completely humiliate the girls. He wouldn’t hurt them unless the level of physicality involved required it.

Lisa lunged at Michael and immediately delivered a straight snap kick to the groin of her opponent. Michael instantly fell to his knees and Lisa followed up her advantage by going behind Michael, removing the bandage from her wrist and wrapping it around Michael’s throat. The bandage was a ruse. She had no injury and had only worn it to use as a weapon; a weapon that was now being used to choke the life out of her opponent.

Michael sucked up the pain and managed to get to his feet. Since he was considerably taller than Lisa, her strangle hold was far less effective once they were both upright. He drove a series of reverse elbows back into her upper abdomen and breast that eventually forced her to release her choke on him. Then, quickly spinning around, Michael threw and quick right hook that landed flush on Lisa’s jaw, violently snapping her head back and dropping her to the canvas with a thud.

The punch all but knocked Lisa out completely, her head rolling from side to side as she lay flat on her back. The blow was as vicious as it was sudden and Gail immediately knew that her friend was in serious trouble. Lisa, on the other hand, barely even knew where she was as Michael advanced on his know fallen adversary. The burning sensation in her scalp as Michael dragged her to her feet by her hair slowly brought Lisa back to her senses but not before Michael reached up between her legs and scooped her into the air. Flipping her over, Michael dropped down and slammed Lisa’s prone body back-first down across his outstretched knee. Her body bent violently as Michael added to the move by pushing down on her leg and breast, arching her spine even further over his muscular thigh. He held the hold for several moments as Lisa withered and moaned in agony, before raising his hands into a double hammer that he smashed down into her firm stomach. Lisa doubled up with a loud groan as she rolled off Michael’s thigh and onto the canvas.

Face down, Lisa whimpered with one hand clutching her stomach while the other reached behind to her lower back. It was obvious she had not expected this level of barbarism from her opponent. As of late she had been on the other end of the abuse, dishing it out with much enthusiasm as her unsuspecting male opponent suffered her fury. Now, she was receiving her penance.

Michael kicked her ass as she attempted to crawl back to all fours, pushing her down to the mats once again. Then, straddling her back, he viciously dropped all of his weight down onto her lower back. Lisa’s head shot up from the mat as she screamed in agony. Every bone in her body literally shook from the impact as shots of pain reverberated throughout her form like an electrical pulse.

Lisa collapsed back down, nearly lifeless with Michael still sitting on her lower back. She sobbed loudly as Michael reached out and slowly untied her bikini top and pulled it out from beneath her breasts. Lisa was beaten and she offered no resistance as Michael reached the garment over her head and wrapped it around her throat. Lisa coughed and gagged as her tormenter pulled tight on the fabric, lifting her upper torso off the floor. She moaned in agony and her back arched into a modified camel clutch as Michael pulled back on the bikini top now wrapped tightly around her windpipe. Michael swung her helpless form back and forth violently as Lisa desperately tried to claw at the material that was slowly choking the life out of her. He planted his knee into the small of her back and pulled back further on the material, arching Lisa’s back to the breaking point and causing the young brunette to let out agonizing screams of pain, expelling more precious air from her lungs. Her tits dangled beneath her arched torso as the combination of pain and lack of oxygen began to take hold of her ravaged body. In only moments, Lisa’s struggles to release the material constricting her windpipe weakened and eventually ceased entirely. Her hands fell lifelessly to the mat and her head slumped forward as her sweat soaked hair fell in front of her face now drenched in the peaceful façade of unconsciousness. Gail rushed over and checked her lover’s arm, lifting it once, twice and three times as it fell unabated to the mat each time.

“Let her go, Michael,” instructed Gail. “She’s out!”

Michael methodically climbed off his defeated foe, throwing her head down violently causing Lisa’s pretty face to splay onto the canvas in a pool her own sweat. A small trickle of drool escaped her lips as her form heaved in rapid succession in an attempt to quickly begin to re-inflate itself with much needed oxygen.

Gail made a quick check of Lisa to ensure that she wasn’t hurt too badly and turned to Michael to raise his hand as the victor of the first fall.

“It’s not over yet!” yelled Michael as he quickly jerked his arm away from Gail.

“She’s out, Michael. You won!” exclaimed Gail.

“No! We said pinfalls only and that’s what it’s going to be!”

Michael rolled Lisa onto her back as Gail got into position to count the pinfall. Lisa’s arms flopped uselessly out away from her body as her head rolled from side to side. Placing her arms down at her sides, Michael brushed away the sweat soaked strains of hair matted to Lisa’s pretty face and then began lightly slapping her cheeks.

“What are you doing?” cried Gail. “Pin her and end this.”

“Not yet,” responded Michael as he continued to slap the unconscious femme fatale until Lisa began to stir slightly. “I want her awake for this.”

Lisa moaned softly as she tried to open her eyes and Michael made his way to the corner where he climbed to the top rope. Lisa was beginning to roll her head and make feeble attempts to raise her arms as Michael steadied himself on the top turnbuckle. As Lisa’s eyes began to flutter and then open, Michael leapt from his lofty perch and executed a devastating frog splash that connected fully across Lisa’s exposed breasts. He could feel her ample tits collapse beneath the weight of his 200 pound frame crashing into them, literally crushing her ribcage in the process. Her head and legs rose off the mat involuntarily as she emitted a piercing scream of anguish in the process. Michael bounced several times before coming to rest across the beauty’s topless form, pinning her arms beneath him. Though unnecessary, he hooked Lisa’s leg in the crook of his arm to prevent her from kicking out and Gail fell to the mat and counted out a 10 count pinfall with deliberate and steady taps on the mat as a now fully conscious Lisa moaned and cried helplessly beneath her dominating opponent.

At ten, Michael pushed himself off Lisa’s body, crushing her breasts with the palm of his hands one last time in the process and garnering one last yelp of pain from his opponent. Lisa sobbed uncontrollably wrapping her arms around her chest as if in an attempt to hold everything inside. She curled up into a fetal position and weekly kicked her legs on the mats as Gail raised Michael’s arm for the camera, officially declaring him the winner of the first fall. Michael used his foot to roll Lisa’s body onto her back once again and placed his foot between the tits of his fallen foe, posing for the camera.

There would now be a two minute rest period before the next fall. Michael went to his corner, pleased with his performance so far as Gail attended to Lisa who was still lying on her back in the center of the ring crying and clutching her breasts.

After all they had said, Gail knew that the match could not be stopped even though she had some doubts that Lisa would be able to continue. She was gasping for air and it was possible that she had broken a few ribs. Still, Lisa was a competitor, and more than that, stubborn, and wouldn’t have allowed the match to be stopped even if it could be.

As the rest period wound down, Michael danced in his corner like an anxious boxer before a title fight. Lisa remained on the canvas, still working to shake the cobwebs from her aching head. She struggled to prop herself up on her elbows, but as the buzzer sounded for the start of the second fall, she was still on the canvas. Michael wasted no time in taking advantage by drop kicking the still shaken beauty between the tits. Lisa once again found herself flat on her back and clutching her breasts while Michael got up quickly and straddled her hips, effectively pinning her legs to the mat.

Raising both hands high above his head, Michael delivered a double axe handle blow directly into Lisa’s unprotected mid-section. The blow connected just below Lisa’s navel. An obscene “oooohhh” sound escaped her lips as she threw her head back and arched her back in torment. Her usually firm abs withered against the power of Michael’s assault. Her hands rose up to block any other blows but were ineffective against Michael’s continued attack as he viciously drove two more axe handle blows into the same spot on her lower abdomen. Lisa convulsed and rose off the mats with each blow before Michael delivered a punch with his right hand straight into her jaw. Lisa’s head snapped backward, the force of the blow dropping her flat onto the canvas once again as a spurt of blood flew from the corner of her lips.

Michael drove both fists again into Lisa’s now Jell-O-like lower abdominal muscles. Her upper body arched off the canvas as Michael dug his fists in deep, crushing her diaphragm, forcing her to expel the remaining air form her lungs and preventing her from retaking it. Michael held his fists in deep for several moments until Lisa’s face became as red as the bikini she was once wearing. Veins bulged in her neck and forehead as her inability to breathe caused the blood in them to strain for much needed oxygen. After several moments, Michael removed his fist from deep within his foe’s tortured gut and Lisa collapsed to the mats in a heap once again. Her bosom heaved heavily as her body once again strained to take in as much air as it could. Heavy sighs and groans were all Lisa’s body could manage as the strength to defend herself, left her battered body.

Releasing Lisa’s right leg from beneath his own, Michael tossed the limp, but shapely, limb to the side exposing her now unprotected crotch. Placing his left hand on her lower abdomen, Michael reached back with his right and delivered a massive underhanded punch squarely into Lisa’s twat. Lisa shrieked in pain as Michael reared back and delivered another blow; this time a driving overhand punch again into her cunt. The sickening crunch of knuckles slamming against her pubic bone could be heard on all sides of the ring as Lisa clutched at her wounded sex. As Michael climbed off Lisa’s left leg he felt aroused watching the young woman cry hysterically and attempt to massage some of the pain from her damaged cunt.

Grabbing her legs, Michael jerked Lisa’s body toward him causing her to briefly remove her hand from her injured pussy. Michael took the opportunity to spread the lovely legs of his opponent and drive the heel of his right foot directly into her womanhood once again grinding his foot against her sex. An evil smile crossed his face as Lisa howled in sheer torment. Still holding her legs, Michael stepped over Lisa’s left leg, twisting it around his, and crossing it over her right leg before falling back to the mat and locking them in a painful figure-four leg lock.

Holding Lisa’s right foot in his lap and hooking the other with his left leg, Michael rocked back and forth, increasing the pressure put on Lisa’s gams. Lisa pounded the mat in pain and repeatedly hollered out for mercy from her attacker.

“Oh God please, I GIVE!” cried Lisa. “Please, I GIVE UP! Please stop!”

Gail feared for Lisa’s safety now. She had always been able to win at least one fall from any of the opponents they had before. Even if she threw the match, her ego still wouldn’t allow anyone to beat her in three straight falls. Gina had never heard Lisa submit before and now she was begging for the surrender.

“Michael enough,” yelled Gail. “You’ve beat her!”

But Michael knew that he didn’t have to let up. They had established the rule and is was pinfalls only. He also knew that even if he pinned Lisa now, he still had to win one more falls and the more punishment he could dish out on Lisa now, the easier that fall would be.

Lisa screamed until her throat was raw, pleading for an end to her misery that would only come after the pain of the figure-four took full hold and she fell back into the blackness of unconsciousness. Michael flexed the hold a few more times to make sure she was out. Lisa’s body convulsed with each tightening of the hold and as it became obvious that she was no longer conscious, untied his legs from that of his, once again, defeated adversary.

“Pin her!” yelled Gail as Michael stood above Lisa’s prone form.

But Michael ignored her and reached down to grab a handful of Lisa’s dark locks once more lifting her into a standing bear hug. Lisa hung nearly lifeless in Michael’s arms, like a marionette that had its strings cut. As he held her upright with one arm, Michael reached his free hand into the front of Lisa’s bikini briefs, clutching her soft mound of pubic hair. He could feel the moisture between her legs as he tore the remains of her attire from her shapely hips and then lifted her into the air where her paraded her nude body around the ring before slamming her back to the mat, spread-eagled and out cold. In a final act of humiliation for Lisa, Michael removed his trunks, exposing his rock hard shaft and dropped down on top of Lisa’s naked chest in a sixty-nine pin.

Gail looked on in wide-eyed amazement and gasped at the enormous member unleashed from within Michael’s trunks.

“Count,” he ordered Gail as she shook herself out of her astonishment and fell into position to tap the 10.

Michael ground his huge cock on the face and between the firm tits of an unconscious Lisa while using his tongue to lick up the sweet juices of her pussy. Gail once again counted the steady pinfall and as she reached eight, Michael came, with a deep, pleasurable groan of release, spraying Lisa’s naked body with his cum. The thick man juice covered its victims face and tits. He continued to lap at Lisa’s pussy for a few seconds longer before pushing himself up to a seated position on top of Lisa’s heaving chest. Michael licked the remnants of his opponent’s juices from his lips as Gail raised his hand, officially awarding him the second fall.

Michael scooted his body back and hung his manhood over the face of his fallen victim. With a sudden swivel of his hips, Michael swung his still engorged dick, slapping her unconscious face with his spent cock. The heavy thud of his dick against her cheek rocked her head to the side.

As Michael again returned to his corner for the two minute rest period, Gail quickly administered the smelling salts to revive Lisa. As her body jerked back into consciousness, brought about by the salts, Gail wiped her body clean of as much of the cum as she could. Though it was really against their rules, as a referee, to assist any of the combatants, Gail had never seen Lisa beaten this badly and knew that if she didn’t get her to her corner, she had no chance what-so-ever of being able to defend herself through the rest of this match.

Lisa could barely put any weight on her legs at all as she leaned on Gail to take her back to her corner. Gail massaged Lisa’s bare legs, attempting to give her some feeling back so that she could stand for the next round.

“Just lay down,” Gail whispered. “You can’t win and it’s not like I would mind having this guy fuck my brains out.”

“No,” grunted Lisa between clenched teeth, “It’s personal now. I know that I can beat him at least once.”

As the buzzer for the third round sounded, Michael danced out to the middle of the ring. He was still light on his feet while Lisa struggled to get to hers. Michael motioned her to come forward and meet him in the center of the ring. Lisa hobbled toward her opponent as he reached his left arm outward to challenge her in a test of strength. They both knew that even if she hadn’t already taken the beating she had that she was no match for him in a test of strength. She tried to sneak under his arm and attack his exposed ribs, but her injuries had slowed her considerably and Michael caught her with a right uppercut that connected solidly with her right tit. The orb deformed against the force of the punch and sloshed like a soft water balloon that had been tossed in the air. Lisa groaned in pain again and Michael forced her backward into her corner where he drove a knee up into her crotch that doubled her over before pushing her head back over the top rope and delivering a series of knife-edge chops across her chest.

Stabbing pains ravaged Lisa’s cunt and her tits burned as repeated chops caved in her chest. Lisa shrieked with each blow as Michael held her in place and continued his assault. Large red welts began to form across her upper breasts and tears streamed down her face as Michael raised each of her legs and placed them over the middle rope on opposite sides of the turnbuckle.

Lisa’s head drooped forward as Michael draped her arms over the top rope and held them there, literally hanging her body in the corner. With her helpless and vulnerable to any attack, Michael bent down, wrapped his mouth over the nipple of her right tit and began to savagely bite and tear at the flesh. Lisa screamed to the heavens as the areola around her nipple was ripped open by the gnawing of Michael’s teeth. Blood began to roll from her tit as Lisa dropped her pride and once again begged for a submission.

Gail watched helplessly as Michael finally released the ravaged tit from his mouth and grabbed a hold of both breasts, taking delight in making Lisa cry out as he crushed them in his powerful hands. Then, with a single motion, Michael thrust his hips forward, slamming his massive cock into the exposed clit of his foe. Lisa let out a deep moan of pain as his cock impaled her clit and crashed into the back wall of her cervix. His cock was huge and she could feel her vaginal walls tear as he viciously raped her exposed sex. Despite her obvious pain, she could feel the orgasmic wave rush over her. Michael pounded away at her clit as the slapping of their sweat soaked bodies echoed throughout the apartment. The moans of pleasure and pain intermixed in Lisa’s lips as her body convulsed and climaxed, squeezing her juices out of her engorged vagina. Michael continued to maul Lisa’s mammeries and she could feel his fingers literally tearing into her soft tit flesh. She grunted loudly with each thunderous thrust into her body and shook uncontrollably as an orgasmic earthquake flooded her senses.

Michael ground in one final massive push into Lisa’s bruised clit before finally drawing his penis out of her like the unsheathing of Excalibur. A mixture of cum, blood and her own juices dripped out of her cunt, pooling on the mat beneath her. Lisa sagged in the corner and as her arms slowly slipped from the top ropes, she fell face first out of the corner with the wet slap of her sweat soaked skin onto the canvas. Her legs still hanging from the middle ropes left her round ass exposed and in the air in the corner. Her position allowed Michael just enough room to climb between her outstretched legs in the corner and enter Lisa’s body again, this time from behind. Holding her hips for leverage, Michael thrust his still rock hard shaft into the ass of his tortured opponent.

Lisa’s was obviously not accustomed to taking it in the rear. Her ass was tight and Michael had to exert incredible amounts of pressure to force his huge member inside. Lisa screamed and pounded the mat in a traditional wrestling submission as her asshole was stretched and hammered until Michael had impaled her fully. He fucked her mercilessly for several minutes before releasing another load of his cum deep in her ass.

Gail was relieved to see that Michael’s cock was finally fully spent as her pulled it out of her friend’s ass. Surely, he would now finish her off and end this onslaught. Michael had other ideas.

As Michael pulled out of Lisa’s ass, her legs still hung on the middle ropes. Michael climbed over them and turned to straddle Lisa’s torso, facing her dangling legs. Sliding them off the ropes, he placed each of her legs under his arms and sat back in a torturous Boston crab submission hold. Michael cinched the hold in deep. As Lisa howled in absolute agony, Michael arched her back to the breaking point, almost touching the bottoms of her feet to the top of her head.

“Please stop, you win!” begged Gail, unable to withstand the tormented screams of her friend any longer

Michael smiled at the tears filling Gail’s eyes as she pleaded for her lover. He released Lisa’s legs and they dropped limply to the mat. Lisa could only offer soft whimpers and whines as Michael placed a foot on her bruised ass and posed over her defeated form.

“Time to end this,” Michael announced as he reached down to grab a hold of Lisa’s mangled main one more time.

Dragging the battered beauty to her feet, Lisa had neither the strength nor the will to stand on her own. If Michael had released his grip from around her waist, she would have crumbled to the canvas like a sack of wet noodles. With a wink of his eye to Gail, Michael thrust Lisa’s head between his legs, crushing her between his sculpted thighs and lifted her into an inverted bear hug.

Lisa cried, knowing full well the fate that was about to befall her. Gail watched the final destruction of her lover as Michael leapt into the air and kicked his legs out in front of him, driving Lisa’s head into the canvas with a devastating pile driver finishing maneuver. Lisa’s head bent at an awkward angle as her body crumbled to the mat spread eagled and unconscious between Michael’s legs.

The maneuver had busted Lisa wide open and blood now splayed on the top of the battered beauty’s head. Michael crawled on top of her unconscious form, raising her legs as he sat on her beaten face. His cock becoming hard again thrust into Lisa’s mouth as Gail tapped out the humiliating 10 count pinfall.

Michael climbed off of Lisa and stood above her battered body as Gail checked on her friend. He had won the challenge decisively and Gail was now his. Lisa was badly beaten and would require a lot of time to recover, but none of her injuries was serious.

Gail, planted a soft kiss on Lisa’s unconscious cheek and rose to face her new master. Standing before him, Gail slowly removed her clothing and then dropped to her knees before Michael.

“I am yours,” Gail declared. “Do with me as you will.”

Michael smiled. “Three more falls?” he asked.

…To be continued.