Interlude – The Aftermath of PPV4

Dawn's one night stand with Torrie.

By Vincent T.

After pushing through the exit doors, Dawn found the cab she had called an hour earlier. She opened the door, grabbed Torrie by the arm and forced her in, bags and all. (In the front seat would be an EWA cameraperson to follow all the action for a Special Edition PPV called Interlude, obviously). Once inside the back with Torrie, Dawn called to the driver, “Just drive, I'll tell you when and where to stop.”

Torrie immediately tried to open the other side, but just as she lifted the handle, Dawn pushed head against the window. “I am ordering you not to escape. I am your master tonight Torrie, and you will do everything I say. Everything!”

Torrie appeared to be crying as Dawn forced her into a lying position across the back seat. Dawn sat atop her and began ripping Torrie's top off. “Don't resist me!” Dawn ordered. Seconds later, Torrie was topless and crying. Dawn slapped her cheeks several times, telling the camera she was just wiping off her tears. Straddling her still, Dawn grabbed each of Torrie's breast and squeezed until Torrie pleaded for mercy.

“Ah, now that's what I like to hear, begging. Oh, you'll be doing a lot of that tonight.”

But Dawn never released Torrie's breasts. She laughed as Torrie continued to beg for Dawn to release her breasts, finally slapping her face again and climbing off her slave. Torrie sat up and scooted as far away from Dawn as she could get.

“Take your shorts off.”

“What?” Torrie asked in shock.

“You heard me, I said take them off, now!” Dawn followed that order with a left handed punch across Torrie's jaw. Once she sat herself back up, Torrie slowly pulled down her shorts.

“All of it, thong too!”

Torrie relented and removed the white thong Sable had given her that afternoon to wear all evening. Once nude, Torrie sat still, covering her crotch with her hands. Dawn slid closer to Torrie, sidling up against her.

“Put your hands behind your head.” Torrie looked at Dawn in dismay. “Now.”

Slowly Torrie lifted her hands and laced them behind her head. Dawn ran her right hand across Torrie's chest, massaging the orbs she had been torturing just minutes before. She began moving her hand lower as she traced a line form Torrie's chest down her belly, and finally diving it down between Torrie's legs. Torrie flinched, but Dawn quickly grabbed Torrie's interlocked hands with her left hand and reminded Torrie that she had been ordered to keep her hands behind her head. Dawn began an erotic massage of Torrie's crotch. The first pleasant feelings Torrie had had in days. Torrie closed her eyes, hoping these feelings would continue, instead of what she had feared Dawn might do. Torrie's moans became louder and her mouth began to pucker. Dawn moved in closer and covered Torrie's lips with her own. Dawn's right hand began massaging faster as she used her left to pull Torrie's face tighter against her own. Torrie seemed to relax as her arms became less tense as they stretched behind her head.

Torrie relaxed even more, allowing the sensations of pleasure to course through her body, knowing that if she resisted in any way, the opposite feeling of pain would come. But seconds away from an orgasm, Dawn removed her hand, backed away from Torrie's face and sat back on the seat. Torrie's body felt rejected due to the fact that she was so close, yet denied. She entertained the thought of finished herself off, but didn't want to leave herself unguarded with a conniving Dawn right next to her.

“Stop at the motel on 12 th and Main .” Dawn announced to the cab driver.

“Motel?” Torrie asked.

“Yeah, I figured it was trashy enough for you to feel right at home. But don't worry Torrie, I plan to give you more pleasure than pain.” She emphasized the “I” as she caressed Torrie's chin with her finger.

“How long till we get there driver?” Dawn asked.

“Bout 20 minutes.”

“Oh, that's enough time.” Dawn laid back against the corner of the back seat, and pulled open her top, beneath she was bra-less. She then grabbed Torrie by her blond hair and pulled her face into her own chest.

“Why don't you just suck on those for awhile, say like 20 minutes. Driver, take your time.”

Torrie did as ordered, sucking and licking as Dawn instructed every few seconds. About 15 minutes later, Dawn felt worked up enough that she told Torrie to pull her shorts off. Like the top, Dawn was nude beneath her shorts. Dawn then grabbed Torrie by her hair again and instructed her to perform the same actions down there. Minutes later when they arrived at the motel, Torrie went to lift her head but Dawn grabbed it, pushed her face back into her crotch, and told the driver to drive around for another 10 minutes. 8 minutes later, Dawn enjoyed her second Torrie-induced orgasm in the back seat and the driver turned back towards the motel. Dawn told him the room number and he pulled right up to the doorway.

“Hit the horn twice.” Dawn ordered the driver.

Once he did, two females came out of Dawn's room and ran up to the cab door. They opened the door and a bottomless Dawn stepped out receiving hugs and cheek kisses. She then ordered Torrie to crawl out and as she did, she was introduced to former ECW Divas Francine and Beulah.

“I hope you don't mind Torrie, but I invited a few old girlfriends to join us. What am I saying, of course you don't mind, you don't have a choice.”

All four women went into the motel room and Torrie was told to go take a shower to clean up. 30 minutes later, Torrie came out in only a towel. “I need clothes.” She asked to no one in particular. Beulah and Francine giggled.

“No, you don't.” Dawn replied.

Torrie then looked at the bed and saw food bags. But they were empty and torn apart.

“Oh, I'm sorry Torrie, did you want something to eat?” Beulah asked.

Francine and Dawn cleared the bed as Beulah approached Torrie and circled her, eyeing her from head to toe.

“What's going on?” Torrie pleaded.

“I'm just about to tell you.” Dawn replied. “My two girlfriends here are thinking about joining EWA. And I told them that if they needed to brush up on their skills, we'd have a little Diva pain and sleep game tonight.”

“A what?” Torrie asked.

“It's really fun, for us that is.” Francine chimed in. “You see, you're a Diva, and we're gonna cause you pain, then sleep with you.”

Beulah laughed and added, “The object of the game is to be the first one to sleep with the Diva. And that is decided by which of us can cause you the most pain in the shortest amount of time.”

“So,” Dawn finished, “whichever of us can make you tap or quit first, wins. Then there are sloppy seconds, and dirty thirds.”

The fear on Torrie's face was obvious. But her dash to the door caught them off guard.

She pulled the door open, but was shocked to find Sunny on the other side. Sunny kicked Torrie in her naked stomach, and then pushed her bent over frame back into the room.

The other girls cheered their ECW sister. “You girls can't have an ECW babe pain and sleep game without me, hell I'm the reining champion!” Sunny announced.

Torrie sat on the carpet, holding her abs and wincing at the pain she knew was coming.

After Sunny exchanged hugs and kisses all around Dawn asked, “So who's going first?” Sunny announced that she was tired from the trip so she put her bag down and took a seat on the sofa. Dawn joined her as Francine and Beulah did paper/rock/scissors to decide who would go first. Francine lost, so she would go first.

“Oh, and one more thing Torrie,” Dawn called out, “if you hold out for more than a half hour, that ECW babe doesn't get to sleep with you at all. You see we want to make you quit quickly, so that you won't be too bruised and beaten when it's bedtime. But of course, if you don't quit at all, you win.”

Francine grabbed Torrie by her blond hair and forced her onto her stomach on one of the two beds in the room. Once there, Francine sat on Torrie's back, reached up under her chin and pulled back camel clutch style. Torrie cried out but was intent on sleeping with no one tonight, so she took all that she could. Francine pulled back harder, so hard Torrie was looking up at the ceiling. But after holding this for 6 minutes, Francine abandoned that hold, and tried another. She pulled Torrie's right arm back and secured it between her legs, she then locked in a chin lock and cinched in tight her cross face. Torrie cried out again, but gave no sign of quitting. 5 minutes later, Francine release her hold, and stood to the side of the bed, frustrated. She then forced Torrie onto her back and climbed onto the bed, standing over Torrie. Francine balanced herself by holding the ceiling above her, and then began stomping Torrie's breasts with her bare foot. Torrie tried to deflect the kicks, but Dawn “ordered” her not to resist. 5 minutes later, with her breasts battered and bruised and tears flowing from her eyes, Torrie laid still as Francine knelt beside her and told her she was about to submit. Francine then grabbed each of Torrie's breasts and squeezed and twisted. Torrie cried out again but never quit.

“You've got ten minutes Franny.” Beulah called out.

Francine then got in Torrie's face and whispered, “I really didn't want to have to do this, cause it leaves a mark, but one way or another, we're sleeping together tonight. Whether I'm first or fourth, I'm gonna fuck you.”

Francine then squeezed Torrie's left breast, and then chomped down on it with her big straight teeth. Torrie begged for release almost immediately. A slight trickle of blood appeared on Torrie's breast as Francine wiped her mouth and Beulah announced Francine's time: 20:45 .

Beulah then jumped to the spare bed, then leapt across the room landing on Torrie as she rolled onto her stomach to protect her beaten breasts. Beulah's knees landed in the middle of Torrie's back. Another cry from Torrie. Beulah then stood over Torrie and dropped down again with her knees into Torrie's back again. Beulah turned around and grabbed each of Torrie's feet, pulled them back and locked in a kneeling Boston crab. Torrie banged on the mattress. Beulah excitedly asked her if that was a tap out. Torrie responded with a “F*$k you!”

“Later Torrie, right now I just need you to say I quit.” Beulah responded.

Torrie buried her head in the pillow and screamed again. 6 minutes after she started, Beulah released her hold and tried another one. Beulah grabbed each of Torrie's arms, and pulled them backwards as she planted her right foot on Torrie's spine. Beulah held this surfboard submission hold for 5 minutes till she tired and finally let go. With Torrie weakening to the point of unconsciousness, Beulah rolled her over, forced Torrie's hands above her head, and sat on her face, smothering her. Torrie began to weakly kick, trying to force Beulah off, but to no avail. Once Torrie went limp, at the 14-minute mark, Beulah sat back, slapped Torrie on her cheek three times, and twisted her nipples till she screamed back to life. Torrie relented and submitted finally at the time of 15:25 .

“Damn, I'm definitely not going first.” Francine complained.

Beulah crawled off Torrie as Dawn strutted past and pounced on her blond slave, obviously in no hurry.

Dawn laid over Torrie's body and got right in her face. Dawn slapped Torrie back to as she whispered. “Torrie, this is Dawn, and I am ordering you to submit to me right now.”

Torrie's eyes remained closed, her head in a groggy state.

“Torrie, this is Dawn, your master for the night. And I am ordering you to submit to me right now. Just say ‘I Quit' and all this will soon be over.”

Dawn squeezed Torrie's cheeks, trying to get her to speak.

“Say it!' She ordered.

“I…quit….” Came mumbled from Torrie's lips.

“Woohoo, what's my time girls?” Dawn asked.

“ 1:35 , that's going to be tough to beat”. Francine commented

Sunny rushed the bed, laid on Torrie just as Dawn did and whispered so low no one could hear her except for Torrie.

“Torrie, listen quick, this is Sunny, and Sable sent me here to make sure you weren't seriously hurt. Submit to me now and I'll get you out of here. But you have to do it now. Do you hear me?”

“Yes (softly)…..I (louder)….quit..”

“Time?” Sunny called.

“Damn it!” Dawn screamed. “55 seconds!”

“That's why I'm the champ.” Sunny replied with a smile.

“Now, I'm ready for a little bedtime with Torrie, so you ladies need to find another room, or go for a ride, cause we have all night and I'll be needing my space for what I have planned for this beauty. How much time do we get Dawn?”

“Two hours each, we'll see you then.” Dawn answered.

The three ECW babes congratulated Sunny and left with their bags for a few hours on the town.

“Quick Torrie, can you get up and shower up?” Sunny called out.

“Let's just leave,” she responded.

“It's okay, they're gone for a few hours, you've got time to wash up, I know it'll help you feel better.”

Sunny helped Torrie up and with Torrie's arm around her shoulder, she led Torrie to the bathroom and towards the shower.

“Thank you Sunny….”

“Oh, it's my pleasure.” Sunny smiled as she turned the shower water on.

Presuming she had the amount of time Sunny mentioned, Torrie stood under the hot water trying to get her muscles to relax, especially her chest. But with her new bruises and pain she knew that was impossible. She washed her hair then her body, gingerly, trying not to bring herself more pain. When she was almost done rinsing, she heard the shower curtain behind her move and jumped.

“It's alright Torrie, it's just me.” Sunny called.

“I didn't know what to think.”

Torrie then felt hands on her sides from behind. Torrie tensed up.

“Relax, Torrie, it's just me.” Sunny calmed her. “For my services, I think I should at least get some payment.”

As the word payment stung in Torrie's ears, she felt naked breasts against her back.

“Last time we were in the shower together, it was a bit more forceful, I thought we'd enjoy a little more pleasure this time.”

Sunny's hands made their way around Torrie's front until they came to rest on Torrie's breasts. Torrie winced at the soreness. Sunny apologized for forgetting their beatings and moved her hands south. Sunny dove her hands into Torrie's mound. Rubbing and massaging the only area of Torrie's body not sore.

What Torrie didn't know, was that that was about to change.

Once Sunny was satisfied that Torrie was nearing the mood, she turned her around, pushed her back against the shower wall and pushed her body against Torrie's. Sunny covered Torrie's mouth with her own and forced her tongue in. Torrie allowed this tongue massage to continue until she felt something protruding against her belly. Torrie stopped kissing and looked down to see the same strap-on dildo she had seen on Sunny at a previous PPV.

Sunny took Torrie's face in her hands and spoke directly into her eyes.

“That's right Torrie, I'm collecting payment in full.”

Sunny took Torrie's ass in both her hands and using the wet shower wall, she lifted her slightly off her feet and brought her back down as she slid the dildo up and in. Torrie moaned from the intrusion but gave no resistance. Torrie and Sunny engaged in a grinding dance as the shower continued to cover them with steam and mist. Once Torrie had reached an overdue orgasm and collapsed in Sunny's arms, Sunny informed her that it was her turn. Sunny pulled the dildo out, removed it and tossed it to the bathroom floor. She pushed down on Torrie's shoulders till she was on her knees and stepped forward putting Torrie's face into her crotch. Sunny leaned forward until Torrie's head was trapped between the shower wall and her mound.

Minutes later, when Sunny had reached her orgasm, she helped Torrie back to her feet and asked her if she was ready to get out of here.

Wiping her mouth, Torrie replied, “Definitely.”

As Sunny finished drying off, Torrie stepped out of the bathroom to search for some clothes to wear out of here. But once she cleared the door, she heard laughing as she saw Dawn lying under the covers of the spare bed and Beulah and Francine sitting by the door.

Dawn lifted the covers to reveal her naked form and said, “I can't believe you fell for Sunny's ‘I'll get you out of here' routine. She's used that so many times, and it works every damn time.”

“That's why she's the champ.” Francine laughed

The look on Torrie's face made Francine and Beulah laugh out loud.

Dawn ordered Torrie to join her for sloppy seconds. Sunny came out dressed, hair still wet, and said, “At least she'll be a cleaned up sloppy seconds. You girls have fun, Sable's having a few dancers over tonight to celebrate her win.”

Torrie dejectedly walked over to the bed where Dawn was waiting, sat down and allowed Dawn to pull her shoulders to the bed. As Torrie closed her eyes and rested her head on the pillow, Dawn sidled up to her, draped her leg across Torrie's, and began lightly caressing her breasts as she kissed Torrie's face. Dawn ordered the camera to fade out as she decided what came next, would be too much for the light hearted.

When the camera did finally come back on, a fully dressed Dawn stood before it as she was lifted her bag onto her shoulder.

She spoke to the camera, “Well, it's morning, and since I took more time than we thought, Beulah and Francine had to share their time with Torrie, see?” She pointed to the bed. A naked Francine was kneeling behind Torrie doggy style, thrusting a strap-on into Torrie's ass, while a naked Beulah, also with a strap-on around her waist, was face-fucking Torrie from the front.

Once Dawn said her goodbyes, and closed the door behind her, Francine and Beulah withdrew and pulled the strap-ons off. Torrie appeared unconscious on the bed. Francine dragged her to her knees by her hair, then pulled her off the bed as she held her up from behind. Beulah landed several punches to Torrie's stomach and breasts as her arms dangled at her side, too weak to resist. Once Beulah was satisfied, Francine turned Torrie around, pushed her head between her legs, then with Beulah's help, they pile-drived Torrie into the motel floor, a concrete slab with a thin layer of carpet.

Moments later, the ECW Divas were dressed and heading out the door as they looked back to the camera and Francine said, “EWA, here we come.”