The Conclusion of PPV6
By Vincent T.
After Lita and Gail made sure the departing Divas (Madusa, Molly, and Kimberly) had no way of getting back into the studio, they set off on their search for Trish. They began going door to door. Zira answered the first door they knocked on. She invited them in, which they accepted. Inside the room were 5 black, attractive, women they didn't recognize. Zira began introducing Lita and Gail to their cousins. They had come to the studio to see Jazz and Zira wrestle. But were now being treated to the spoils of their win. When Gail asked what that was, another black, Amazon-like beauty came out of the shower area, wearing nothing but a black lace bra and thong panties to match, and covered in perspiration.
“That's one tough Italian sweetie in there!” Angelina said. “She put up a good fight till I found her sweet spot.” She laughed as she gestured to her own crotch. “Jazmine is in there now.” She approached Lita and Gail and extended a sweaty hand. “Hi, I'm Angelina, their cousin.” Pointing to Jazz and Zira as she spoke.
“Angelina is thinking about applying to the company.” Jazz announced.
Lita and Gail sized up the 6-foot beauty. She was lighter skinned than Jazz, and much more attractive. It was obvious Vincent T. would hire her on looks alone.
“Do you have any experience?” Gail asked.
“About 10 minutes worth so far.” Angelina answered as she pointed over he shoulder at the shower area.
Gail and Lita walked across the room as the cousins laughed. When they looked in the showers, they saw Ivory lying under a women who looked like Angelina from the back, but was slightly heavier. She was sitting on Ivory's waist area, trapping her beneath her size, and dropping slow, measured punches on what appeared to be Ivory's chest and head in the middle of the tiled floor. Ivory and Jazmine were facing the other way and failed to see Gail and Lita. They were covered in sweat with Ivory sporting bruises on her upper legs. Lita and Gail walked back through before they saw them and told the girls it was nice to meet them but they had other business to tend to.
“You mean the blond bitch that cost you your match tonight?” Inserted Jazz's cousin Kara. Lita and Gail nodded. “I saw her sneaking into the next room down, right after those two new girls came out.” Lita and Gail thanked her and exited even more excited than when they entered.
As Lita and Gail walked away, two blond paramedics appeared at Jazz's dressing room door. “Somebody call for a medic in here?” They asked. They were let in and the door closed behind them.
Lita and Gail walked down to the next room and listened at the door. They heard Victoria frantically telling someone to hurry before they came back. Lita and Gail pushed the door in to find Trish pulling tape off Victoria 's hands and feet. Before Lita could reach Trish, she had turned to face them and dodged their first assault. Trish pushed Lita past as she came at her with a spear attempt. Gail then tried to tackle Trish only to be flipped over and onto Victoria . Trish turned to run, but saw Victoria on the ground still half bound and decided to fight and try and help her friend. When Lita got up, Trish threw a bag at her, which hit, but only slowed her down for a moment. Lita came back towards Trish and locked hands. Trish tried to swing Lita around and against a wall, but stumbled over Francine's other bag and fell to the floor with Lita falling on top. Trish quickly rolled and gained an advantage by sitting atop the red headed Diva. But Lita quickly reached up and grabbed Trish around the throat and squeezed. Trish didn't have time to block it, and was forced to try and pry Lita's hands away instead of attacking from her advantaged position. Gail got up finally and went towards the two Divas. Victoria , still trying to free her hands, used her recently freed right foot to try and trip Gail, but only made her stumble, and unfortunately, got her attention.
Gail turned back to Victoria , straddled her body and went to sit on her. Victoria tried to roll over but partially failed as Gail sat on her side and began punching Victoria in the head and face. Gail faced no opposition as she rained hits to Victoria 's unprotected face and head, finally bloodying her lip and bruising her cheek. When Victoria went limp under Gail's weight, Gail got up and rushed to aide her partner who was still sitting under Trish, but was still choking the blond and receiving weak chops to her arms to try and break free. Gail got up behind Trish and grabbed each of her wrists, holding them above her hear giving Lita full control. Trish finally went limp over Lita who released her hold, pushed her off and got up. They each took one of Trish's arms and lifted her up. Lita lifted Trish over her shoulder and carried her out of the dressing room and headed for her own. Gail turned to look at Victoria who was stirring across the room. Gail lifted her by her hair; her hands still partially bound behind her back, and threw her head first into a mirror. Victoria fell over and collapsed behind a wardrobe rack. Gail followed Lita out and rejoined them in their room.
Once there, they set Trish in a chair. They quickly tied her arms to the chair and began wrapping her feet to it as well. But before they could finish her feet, she came too enough to begin kicking back to prevent further bindings. She connected with Gail's chin and kicked at Lita, but Lita avoided the hit and returned with a punch to Trish's stomach. Trish leaned forward in the chair, winded, but was knocked back by an uppercut forearm from Lita. Gail got up and pulled the belt from Trish's shorts. She tied it around Trish throat, pulling to the last loophole and gave it a yank for good measure.
Lita then went into her gym bag and pulled out a pair of scissors. She and Gail proceeded to strip and rip all of Trish's clothes off, including her white lace bra and thong. Lita then slapped Trish across the face as Gail retrieved a pitcher of water. Lita poured the ice-cold water over Trish's breasts, bringing erections and goose bumps. When Trish lashed out at them with her feet again, Lita avoided them and placed her heel in Trish's crotch.
“Try to kick me again, and I'll slam this so hard you won't me able to walk or even move for a day.”
“Fuck you..” Trish replied.
Gail wrapped her forearms around Trish's head from behind, squeezing with all she had as Trish cried out. Foot by foot, Lita tied Trish's ankles to the chair as well. Once Lita was done, Gail released Trish's head, tears sliding down her cheeks. Lita raised her foot again and slammed it into Trish's crotch. Trish screamed.
“I hope Queen Stephanie puts us in a match next week. Cause I've got so many more ways to hurt you. This will seem like a bug bite.”
A second kick to Trish's naked crotch sent her into la-la land. Her head drooped forward as her eyes rolled up. Gail pulled her head backwards forcing her to look at the ceiling, if she was awake, and poured a second pitcher of ice-cold water over her face. Trish cried out again, but once she opened her mouth, Lita stuffed her torn thong into her mouth and kissed her on the forehead.
“See you later Trish. Looking forward to doing this again sometime.”
Lita and Gail exited their room, bags over their shoulders just as Stephanie came running down the hall to them.
Stephanie looked inside and saw Trish. Tied to the chair, cloth stuffed in her mouth, naked and soaking wet. She immediately called for the medics. Stephanie turned back to the direction of Lita and Gail and yelled at them that they will pay for this. She promised it.
Seconds later, two dark-skinned women, dressed in medic uniforms came jogging out of Jazz and Zira's dressing room. Stephanie pointed to Trish's naked form. Stephanie took no notice that the medic uniforms were a bit too small for the women, she was too busy turning back to the camera to vent her frustration and announce matches for next month.
“You want a promo for PPV 7?” Stephanie yelled. “Here's a taste of what you'll see. Kimberly and Torrie will get that match with Sable and the big boob herself, Tylene Buck. But I've changed the wager, just a little. The losers will be the slaves of the winner! So when Kimberly and Torrie win, Sable and Tylene will be their slaves. I'm sure I'll come up with some other mid card matches, but the main event has just been decided, by me. It'll be Lita and Gail, against Trish and me! That's right Lita. You'll have to face me and Trish next month!”
(behind Stephanie's back, during her promo, this was occurring, the camerawoman saw it and kept it within view as Stephanie talked away)
Once the medics ran into the room, they surveyed Trish's situation, then looked to the door to see who was watching. Realizing that Stephanie would be busy for a few minutes talking to the camera, Angelina (Zira/Jazz's cousin wearing a medics uniform) decided to take advantage of the blond Diva. She sat down in her lap, removed her uniform top and pressed her breasts into Trish's mouth after pulling her thong out. Her twin sister, Angelana, who was standing behind Trish, began unzipping her pants and unveiled a long black dildo, obviously attached to a strap underneath, and began stroking it for the camera. She walked around to the front of Trish and just as Angelina was about to stand and pull her breast from Trish's mouth, and Trish was about to cry for help, Angelana pushed the strap-on in Trish's mouth and began to face fuck her. Angelina came over to the doorway. She handled her own breasts, lifting them to lick the nipples, right behind Stephanie, and in clear view of the camera. Just as Stephanie was finishing, Angelina blew the camera a kiss and quietly closed the door. Stephanie turned to go in and found the door locked.
“Oh good, they must have already taken her to the hospital.”
Stephanie went off in search of any other Diva friends she had who were still here. She found Victoria with Dawn trailing behind her, carrying her bags. Victoria was walking with a limp and appeared very sore.
“You need to get home and get to bed.” Stephanie ordered.
“I think your right,” Victoria replied, “and my last order before I fall asleep will be that my slave cannot touch me while I'm asleep.”
Stephanie laughed. “Yeah, make her clean your apartment for you.”
“Thanks,” Victoria said as she walked by, “good idea.”
Stephanie watched as Victoria and Dawn left.
Francine and Beulah walked up to Stephanie. Beulah asked, “Where they headed?” Pointing towards the door Victoria and Dawn just walked through.
“To Victoria 's apartment.” Stephanie answered with a smile.
“Thanks.” Francine replied as they walked past Stephanie towards the same door.
When Stephanie retuned to the dressing room area, she looked in the room where she and Stephanie had been fighting tonight and saw Stacey sitting on a bench, naked but wrapped in a towel.
“Do you want to see the medics?” Stephanie offered.
“I probably should.” Stacey answered.
“If I can find them, I'll send them in, they may have left with Trish.”
Stephanie saw the two black medics come out of the room where Trish had been “taken care of” and asked them to stop in and see Stacey. (Since Angelana came out first, Stephanie failed to see Angelina buttoning her shirt as she exited the door) She pointed to the room as the women came towards her.
“Is there anyone else in there with her?” Angelana asked.
“No, just Stacey. How's Trish?” The sisters exchanged a slight smile.
Angelina took this one. “She already left. We bandaged her up and told her she was good to go.”
“Glad to hear it.” As she opened the door for the medics to go in and see Stacey.
Sunny then appeared by Stephanie's side and informed her that her daddy wanted to see her before she left.
“I'm on my way.” Stephanie answered as she left.
(Later that night, at Victoria 's apartment)
Once Victoria had showered and toweled off, she was so tired she skipped dressing and slid under her covers for a well-deserved sleep. She gave Dawn her final orders for the night and told her she'd find some more housework for her in the morning, before she gained her freedom at noon . Her final orders were that she was not allowed to touch Victoria , or her clothes or money while she was asleep. Dawn nodded and smiled a fake smile. Then she pulled covers back on the spare bed in the living room to rest as well.
About one hour later, Dawn's cell phone vibrated on her hip. She quickly hit the talk button when she saw who it was and quietly crawled out of bed. She peeked into Victoria 's room and determined that she was sound asleep. She even got distracted by the fact that Victoria slept on her back, and didn't care much for covers as they laid across her waist, just below her navel, revealing her upper body from the moonlight entering through the window. The voice in her phone brought her back to the moment as she went into the bathroom to talk.
“What's going on?” The voice asked.
“She's asleep, and I'm awake.”
“Well that's good right?”
“Good for who?” Dawn asked.
“We can come in then right? If she's asleep, then you can let us in.”
“Oh yeah….” Dawn smiled.
“Did she order you not to open the door?” The voice asked.
“No she didn't.” Dawn's smile got wider. “When can you get here?”
“We're right outside the door, let us in.”
Dawn tiptoed to the door, slowly unlatched the two locks and eased the door open as Francine and Beulah entered.
“What did you guys have in mind?” Dawn whispered.
“Anything we want,” Beulah answered, “you're the slave, not us.”
Dawn pointed to Victoria 's bedroom as Francine and Beulah passed and entered quietly as possible. They stood along Victoria 's bed, watching her sleep. Then went into their plan. Dawn grabbed Victoria 's panties that she had worn home that night and held them ready as Francine crawled on top of Victoria . Just as she opened her mouth, Beulah stuffed the panties in, preventing her from calling Dawn and seeking help. Francine pinned Victoria 's tired arms above her head and Beulah went about tying them to the two headboard corners with the rope belts she had worn. Once her wrists were secure, Francine slid her ass onto Victoria 's thighs to hold them down while Beulah tied each ankle to the footboard corners with the two rope belts Francine had worn.
When done tying Victoria to the bedposts, Beulah taped her mouth, securing the panties there. She then asked Dawn to step into the other room to discuss an idea she and Francine had.
Dawn looked at Victoria and said, “Well mistress Victoria, since you've given me no other orders for now, I'll retire to the living room with Miss Beulah to discuss her idea for you. Meanwhile, Miss Francine will stay her to aide you in your search for rest.”
Francine crawled onto the bed, laid beside Victoria , and began tracing lines from Victoria 's breast to her navel and back again. Victoria closed her eyes and tried to ignore this assault, but whenever her head would nod to a side or her breathing would indicate she was sleeping, Francine would pound her fist into Victoria 's belly, arousing her.
After an hour of this touching and reviving by Francine, Beulah came in the room and “relieved” Francine.
On the way out, Francine asked, “Did she like our idea?”
“Oh yeah,” Beulah laughed, “she's already contacted 3 of her friends and they all agreed. Beulah resumed Francine's position beside Victoria and resumed the touching and “reviving” technique Francine had incorporated.
After another hour passed, a new girl Victoria had never met before, entered the room and introduced her self as Sonja. Beulah greeted her and gave her instructions to resume exactly what she had been doing. This continued until 12:01 pm the next day. After a procession of three new women, and each coming back more than once, Dawn entered the room and removed Victoria 's panties form her mouth.
Victoria screamed as the tape was pulled from her flesh and took in a large breath as her main airway was cleared. Dawn yawned and began filling Victoria in on what had just happened, and what would happen soon.
“Victoria dear, my former mistress,” Dawn began, “you should know that Beulah, Francine, and myself, well, we find you incredibly attractive.” All the girls in the room laughed. “And we really want you to join us within the company.”
“Never..” Victoria breathed.
“Well, that's what we thought you would say after only one night of company. So, I have lined up a bevy of beauties to come and visit you over the next few weeks, to keep you company, and to try and persuade you to join us. Cause incase you haven't noticed, your not having much luck against us. You may have won me for a night last night, but look where that got you.”
Dawn paused and let Victoria 's situation sink in. Victoria closed her eyes in defeat.
“What do you want from me?” She finally pleaded.
“We want you to join us, period. We want you teaming with us, helping us, everything a partner would do. We know that one on one you could beat each of us, that's why we want you working for us, not against us.”
Victoria shook her head in disgust, “You three are sick, you're crazy.” She lowered her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. Dawn looked at the girl lying beside Victoria and told her to let her lie like that for a little while, until she starts sleep breathing, then wake her up with a punch to her belly, and a glass of ice water on her chest.”
“Gladly.” The girl responded. Dawn, Beulah, and Francine left the apartment, leaving the three girls that had come in earlier, there to finish out the day. The next shift would arrive in 12 hours. This continued for 3 and a half weeks. Three women would come in to relieve three other women. Each taking hour shifts beside Victoria while the others napped and rested in the living room. Eating Victoria 's food, stealing her clothes, and taking her calls. Victoria was fed soup, bread, water, and fruit while detained. But she was never allowed more than 20 minutes of uninterrupted rest.
After the first two weeks, Stephanie had called to ask Victoria what kind of match she wanted next PPV. Each time she got one of Victoria 's “friends” who were staying with her while she recouped. After failing to reach her on three tries, on orders from Dawn, one of the girls said that while they ate an hour ago, Victoria said she wanted a match against Beulah and Francine again. And just to make it fair, she said that she had no problem with Dawn as guest referee.
“Really?” Stephanie asked. “I figured she had had enough of those three.”
“No, she wants them one more time. She also wants it to be a loser-slave match.”
“Wow, she's brave.” Stephanie replied. “But if that's what she wants, that's what I'll give her. Tell her I said to rest up, she's gonna need it.”
“I will. I'll make sure she spends a lot of time in bed.” The current girl, Rita, hung up with a laugh and called Dawn to fill her in on the phone call.