2nd Wrestling Story: Vixen versus Raven
by
hamish1024 -email: hamish1024@yahoo.com

This story follows on from the Story Competition submission, 'Raven versus Angel'

Vixen versus Raven. There was now a vicious feud developing between the sexy little wrestler Vixen, and her big, buxom rival Raven. The pair’s clashes had dominated the last two weeks of their wrestling league. It began with a regular match-up, and then escalated the following week when Vixen interfered with one of Raven’s fights. Vixen undoubtedly came off worst: on both occasions the petite redhead was ass-smothered into oblivion by the voluptuous Latin brunette. These successive humiliations had done little to dampen Vixen’s fighting spirit, and the fixture list was soon reshuffled to allow a hot rematch between the two enemies.

After being so thoroughly dominated by Raven, some were surprised at Vixen’s determination to face her again. She was risking yet another nasty, embarrassing ending against a larger, stronger opponent. In the pre-match build-up, though, Vixen was supremely confident, dismissing Raven’s success as “lucky”. “I’ll pay her back triple for everything she’s done. Make no mistake, I will rip her to shreds” she boasted. Raven, however, seemed somewhat bemused by her rival’s enthusiasm. “Vixen is a mouthy little airhead. If she wants to be publicly humiliated for the third time in a row, that’s fine by me.” With these insults exchanged, the fans were now eagerly anticipating the rematch. It was possible they would see a slaughter; it was certain they would see fierce fighting and intense action. Under the usual rules of this league, eye gouging and weapon use was prohibited, but all other holds and chokes were considered fair, so some
vicious, catty brutality was all but guaranteed.

Rock music played, lights flashed, and Raven emerged from backstage. She strode confidently into the arena and clambered into the ring. She was wearing her usual wrestling costume: black boots, and a black two-piece swimsuit. She was 5’10’’, with huge breasts and a distinctive, powerful, olive-skinned body. Her wavy brown hair tumbled carelessly down around her shoulders, framing her sexy dark eyes and her thick, luscious lips. The tight lycra thong stretched over her ample hips did little to hide her round Latin ass, which was fast becoming her favourite weapon. Her chest jiggled as she posed for the cheering crowd.

The arena lights turned red as Vixen appeared to an upbeat pop jingle. She bounced down towards the ring, waving energetically at the fans. The gorgeous ginger-haired girl wore a scarlet bikini with black boots. At 5’6’’ she was one of the smallest wrestlers in the league, but her slender, lithe body meant she was very agile. She was also stunningly pretty, with glossy, straight red hair and delicate, model-like features. She sprung up into the ring and, ignoring Raven’s scowl, continued to wave at the audience.

The match referee, a good-looking blonde girl in black shorts and striped top, signalled the start of the match. Vixen, though, seemed oblivious to the sounding of the bell, and kept on waving at different sections of the crowd. Raven folded her arms and sneered at this arrogant, attention-seeking behaviour, as Vixen continued to parade around the ring. Finally, her patience exhausted, the brunette approached her posturing opponent from behind and grabbed hold of her. Raven lifted the startled Vixen up into the air, then toppled backwards. She slammed the redhead back-first into the canvas, scoring the first blow of the match and punishing the smaller girl’s preoccupation with the audience.

Vixen’s slender body bounced painfully off the mat, a poor start for the petite girl. Raven advanced on her downed foe, looking to press her early advantage, but Vixen quickly rolled out of the way and scampered back onto her feet. The two girls stared hatefully at each other, narrowing their eyes to signal their mutual loathing. Raven suddenly lunged forwards, but the smaller girl deftly sidestepped her attack. Vixen grabbed the charging brunette and used her momentum to whip her into the ring ropes. Raven careered into the side of the ring and bounced back towards Vixen. The flame-haired girl met her onrushing rival with a spinning, aerial kick, smashing her boot into Raven’s chest. The heavy blow smacked the larger girl backwards; she grunted in pain and collapsed onto the canvas. Vixen quickly ran at her floored rival, and leapt into the air above her. Mid-air, she tucked in her legs, and the redhead landed knee-first onto Raven’s upturned
stomach. Her full weight crashed into the brunette’s belly; Raven shuddered and gasped at the brutal impact. The heavy knee splash left her groaning in anguish on the mat.

Vixen rolled nimbly off her foe and turned to face her. Raven was wincing in pain, and climbing slowly to her feet. The ginger girl stepped up to her hunched opponent and aimed a knee at her face. However, Raven saw it coming, and quickly grabbed Vixen’s outstretched leg. The scarlet-clad beauty was now balanced precariously on one foot. Raven tucked Vixen’s upturned knee under her left arm, and pulled the slender girl in towards her. The vulnerable Vixen was unable to resist as Raven wrapped her right arm around the redhead’s slender body, pinning her arms against her sides and trapping her in a tight, one-sided grapple. Vixen squeaked in alarm.

Raven used her hold on her opponent’s thigh to hoist her up off the mat. She lifted Vixen up into the air and moved her shoulder underneath the redhead’s chest, shuffling the smaller girl into a fireman carry position. Vixen was now draped helplessly over her opponent’s body, her legs dangling uselessly downwards, her head upside down and her long red hair cascading towards the mat. Raven held her easily in place with her right arm looped over her body. The brunette waved to the cheering crowd with her free left hand. With Vixen bent awkwardly over her rival’s shoulder, the fans were getting a great view of her upturned ass. The redhead screeched indignantly.
“Gah! Let me go!” she wailed, kicking her legs in vain.
Unfortunately for Vixen, Raven decided it would be fun to parade her little victim around the ring. She slowly span round, displaying her to all sides of the arena. Blood was rushing to the petite girl’s dangling head, and uncomfortable pressure was building up in her skull. She began to moan in distress and frustration. Raven was unyielding, however, and began to march round each corner of the ring, putting her trophy on display and giving each section of the crowd a good look at Vixen’s cute little behind. Finally, she moved back into the centre of the ring, cupping her arm around the redhead’s thighs. She bent forwards, and slammed the petite girl downwards, driving her body into the mat. The entire ring shook violently with the force of the impact. Vixen cried out as her spine crashed onto the canvas; her head whipped back and smashed against the floor as well. She ended up flat on her back, limbs splayed, dazed and helpless.

Raven immediately followed this up by stamping the heel of her boot onto Vixen’s chest. The floored girl spasmed and yelped in pain. The big brunette wiped a bead of sweat from her brow, then walked over to Vixen’s head. Raven bent over her foe and wrapped her arms around the slender girl’s waist. Smiling, she gathered Vixen from the mat, lifting her feet-first into the air, setting her up for an inverted piledriver. Raven’s arms held the redhead tight against her body, keeping her pinned in the perpendicular, upside-down position. Vixen’s face was nestled against her enemy’s crotch, and her legs pointed up towards the ceiling. It was a remarkable scene, and the powerful girl was able to hold it in place for several long moments. Vixen winced; with her head the wrong way up, it began to ache, and her flushed face was being rubbed unpleasantly in her opponent’s pussy. The scarlet-clad girl whimpered unhappily as she was dangled in the air.

After keeping her rival suspended for a suitably long pause, Raven made her inevitable move. The brunette bent at the knees and dropped her adversary straight down, unleashing a massive piledriver. Vixen’s skull thumped into the mat with tremendous force, and her slender body crumpled to the floor, leaving her sprawled face-down. She held her hands to her head and groaned miserably, dazed and unable to move or think clearly. She wouldn’t be able to take much more of this punishment, though unfortunately for her, Raven seemed to be just warming up.

The voluptuous Latin sauntered over to the prone girl’s side. Raven reached downwards: with one hand, she grasped the back of Vixen’s scarlet top; with the other, she grabbed hold of her matching thong bottoms. Having secured two handfuls of her opponent’s costume, she gathered her strength and heaved upwards. Vixen was slowly lifted up off the mat by her outfit! The groggy redhead gasped in shock as she was raised into the air. With Raven holding two fistfuls of material, Vixen’s clothes were stretched painfully around her body. Her bra pulled tight around her chest, squashing her pert breasts. Worse was her scarlet thong, which gave her an incredibly nasty wedgie. The fabric yanked upwards and all but disappeared into her pussy and ass crack. The lycra bit into her savagely, the full weight of her hanging body cutting into her most sensitive areas. Her bleary eyes suddenly shot wide open from the pain, and she emitted a horrified, high-pitched
shriek.
“Ow, god, ow, stop it, it hurts, ow…” she pleaded.
Raven, though, kept her hanging there, dangling a couple of feet from the floor. Vixen seemed on the verge of tears as the sharp pain tormented her. She almost wished her clothes would rip free of her body, even though it would leave her stark naked. They didn’t though, and she was left at the mercy of her opponent, squirming in agony. Eventually, with another surge of effort, Raven lifted Vixen’s body higher still, then suddenly released her, whilst simultaneously lifting her knee. As the redhead’s slender frame flopped downwards, it connected with the upturned knee, bludgeoning her in the stomach as a kind of unorthodox knee drop. Vixen grunted from the brutal impact, and was sent spinning though the air. She twisted and slammed awkwardly to the ground, the air having been blasted from her body. Weakly, she half-rolled onto her front, and slumped face-down near the edge of the ring, wracked with pain.

Poor Vixen gave a long, self-pitying groan; her body ached from the abuse it had suffered. Raven stepped back and watched as the smaller girl tried to get back on her feet. Vixen clutched her battered belly with one hand, and used the other to grab the ring ropes, using them as a support as she tried to haul herself upright. It was a pitiful sight, and an evil smile appeared on Raven’s face. Raven turned around and ran towards the opposite set of ropes, bounced off them to increase her momentum, then charged at Vixen at top speed. The beleaguered redhead had just gotten unsteadily to her feet when she saw Raven rushing towards her. The big brunette stuck out an arm and delivered a massive clothesline, striking Vixen’s neck and shoulders with tremendous force. The slender girl gasped helplessly as she was smashed backwards against the ropes. The force of the impact was so great that it drove Vixen upwards; her feet flew up and outwards as her body
spun backwards over the top rope. It looked like Vixen was going to be clotheslined clean out of the ring! She fell headfirst towards the hard arena floor, but at the last second she shot out a hand and grabbed hold of the ropes. This broke her fall, though it also jarred her shoulder, spun her round awkwardly and smacked her spine-first against the side of the ring. Hanging from the rope, she cried out in anguish, then let go and slumped down onto the cold black concrete outside the ring. She clutched her body and bawled loudly. The crowd noise intensified: yet again, they were going to see Raven utterly dominate a smaller girl.

Grinning, Raven peered out over the top rope, looking down upon her wounded opponent.
“What are you doing down there?” she taunted.
Vixen lay unresponsive, face-down and groaning on the grimy floor. Raven lifted the top rope and carefully climbed out of the ring and onto the apron above Vixen. The flame-haired girl slowly shuffled onto her knees, though she was still doubled up and moaning theatrically.
“Aww, poor baby, does it hurt?” mocked Raven. “Well, now you’re in your rightful place… down at my feet!” She sneered at her injured foe.
Then, the redhead struck. The apparently wounded Vixen suddenly sprang up onto her feet, and lunged towards her higher opponent. Raven was too startled to react as her ankles were grabbed and sharply pulled from under her. This caused her to fall and spin backwards; her limbs flailed helplessly and the back of her head cracked hard against the side of the ring, instantly blurring her vision. There was a second smash as she hit the concrete, landing heavily on her ass, which sent waves of jarring pain up through her spine. Raven howled and slumped weakly onto her front; her ungainly fall had left her dazed and badly hurt. She didn’t move, and lay there whimpering into the floor. The audience were taken aback: Raven’s domination no longer seemed straightforward.

Playing possum had worked perfectly for Vixen, and she now sensed a chance to turn the tide of the match in her favour. A fresh surge of adrenalin shot though the redhead’s body, dispelling her aches and pains. She bent over her floored, groaning opponent and grabbed two thick handfuls of Raven’s hair. She yanked her painfully upwards, eliciting a scream from Raven and forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She pulled on her dark locks, making her crawl along the floor. Raven’s eyes were screwed shut in agony as she helplessly shuffled forwards. Vixen was leading Raven towards the metal fencing at the edge of the arena. When the girls reached the railings, Vixen pulled Raven up onto her knees, positioned her neck over the metal, then slammed her head back downwards. Raven’s throat connected with the steel bar at punishing speed; the brutal choke-slam crushed the brunette’s windpipe and left her gasping for air. Wide-eyed, her body collapsed,
hunched over the fencing.

With astonishing ferocity, Vixen had taken control of the fight, and she wasn’t finished yet. She kept Raven pinned down, bent forwards over the metal railings, and brought her knee up between the brunette’s splayed legs. As her crotch was smashed Raven gasped and shuddered in pain. Vixen kneed her again, and again, and again, with systematic ruthlessness. The larger girl spluttered and groaned in despair, wincing with every blow. As Vixen punished her opponent’s pussy, she seemed to signal to someone in the crowd. After Raven had been given a fifth heavy knee to the crotch, a girl from the audience emerged at the other side of the railing.

This new figure was a slender, athletic-looking Chinese girl, with straight black hair and beautiful, well-defined features. She was dressed casually in tight black jeans and red T-shirt, which still displayed her toned arms and flawless brown skin. The fans began to realise it was the wrestler Jade, the petite oriental beauty who fought as Vixen’s tag-team partner. Her striking good looks had an icy elegance to them, with a thin, cruel mouth and cold, analytical eyes. Her cool demeanour was currently accentuated by the fact she was carrying what looked like a dog leash! It seemed the devious Vixen had planned some outside help.

With Raven draped helplessly over the steel fence, Jade stepped up to her and looped the dog collar over her downturned head. It was a choke chain; Jade pulled her end of the lead and its metal rings tightened around Raven’s throat. The hapless victim was only dimly aware of what was happening, but the crowd were in uproar at this turn of events. Jade handed the end of the leash to Vixen, then impishly blew Raven a kiss. The Chinese girl then stepped back from the barrier, and took a vacant seat at the front of the audience.

With the choke chain in hand, Vixen stepped away from Raven then pulled back sharply on the leash. Raven was wrenched away from the metal fence, and staggered backwards, clutching her strangled throat. Vixen gave the chain another hard tug, pulling the larger girl down and bumping her onto her ass. Vixen cackled, then began walking towards the opposite end of the arena, with Raven in tow. The black-clad girl was slowly dragged backwards by the leash, the silver chain biting into her neck and throttling the life out of her. She gurgled and squirmed helplessly. As she slid across the floor the concrete scraped painfully against her skin, giving her nasty friction burns along her unprotected legs and buttocks. These parts of her skin were soon red and raw. Vixen marched the entire length of the ring, choke-dragging her rival behind her, as the chain dug deeper and deeper into Raven’s windpipe, cutting off her air and silencing her screams.

Eventually, Vixen reached the other side of the arena, and started to shuffle round the corner to drag Raven another length of the ring. However, this created some slack in the leash, and temporarily freed Raven from her torturous position. Vixen had her back to her, and didn’t see the brunette scramble frantically to her feet. Raven dropped her shoulder and lunged at the smaller girl, barging into her back and knocking the redhead off her feet. Vixen flew forwards, dropping the leash and colliding painfully with the turnbuckle. Vixen’s face smacked heavily against the corner post and her body crumpled to the floor. She could only muster a feeble groan as her advantage ebbed away.

The chain around her neck now loosened, Raven gratefully sucked in several big lungfuls of air, then stood up straight. She immediately turned to address the blonde referee in the ring.
“Fucking… disqualify her!” she gasped, pointing down at Vixen’s prone form. The blonde quietly shook her head.
“What!?” the brunette exclaimed. “But she… fucking… cheated!” The long-haired blonde folded her arms and continued to signal her refusal.
“Unfair… interference!” Raven yelled hoarsely.
“No-one entered the arena” the referee insisted. “The other girl stayed behind the barrier.”
“But… but… she used a weapon!” the brunette screamed.
“No, your opponent has not brought a weapon into play. It was applied outside the arena.”
“That’s… fucking… ridiculous!” panted Raven. “It’s completely- URGHH!!”
Raven’s argument with the referee was cruelly cut short. Throughout the exchange, Vixen had slowly recovered, and clambered up onto her knees. Though dazed, the flame-haired girl soon spotted the end of the leash (which Raven had failed to remove), swinging back and forth, dangling from Raven’s back. She quickly leapt up to snatch the tempting target, like a kitten lunging for a piece of string, and pulled down on the leash with all her weight. The collar instantly tightened, reasserting its crushing grip around Raven’s neck. The larger girl grunted and convulsed, stricken with horrified shock as her throat was squashed yet again. She staggered and swayed, the pressure from the leash unbalancing her, then she collapsed onto her back.

As she dragged her opponent to the floor, Vixen sprang to her feet. She quickly pulled the chain taut, the ensuring that Raven was again trapped in its throttling hold. Vixen was still shaken from her trip into the turnbuckle, and was appalled that Raven had come so close to a reverse. She was determined not to let her prey escape her again.
“You’re not going anywhere, bitch!” she spat, yanking on the chain to emphasise her point.
The redhead began dragging her foe along the arena floor again, gradually choking her while scraping her ass across the abrasive concrete. Powerless to resist, Raven was overwhelmed with pain and dismay. She thought she’d escaped this torture, but now she was being put through it all over again. She let out strangled, guttural sobs as the air was squeezed from her throat, and her squirming, friction-burned body was towed the entire length of the ring. Raven’s olive skin was scratched and scraped as surely as if it had been attacked with sandpaper. Her eye shadow ran as her eyes filled with water, and her tongue began to loll from her mouth as the asphyxiation took its toll. Raven’s body and spirit were being slowly ground into nothing.

By the time Vixen reached the far end of the arena, her abused opponent was only semi-conscious. The scarlet-clad girl was still careful to keep the battered brunette on a tight leash as she climbed back onto the apron, dragging Raven’s body round ninety degrees. She looped the end of the leash over the top rope while re-entering the ring. This left the larger girl sat upright on the concrete, slumped against the side of the ring, the chain from her neck running vertically upwards, over the ring ropes and into Vixen’s hand. This was not a good position for Raven to be in, though the tension in the leash prevented her from doing anything about it, and she was about to be on the receiving end of some extremely brutal punishment.

Vixen began the destruction of her rival by pulling down on the leash, hard. As she tugged her end of the chain downwards, the ring ropes acted as a pulley and dragged Raven upright, forcing her up by her neck. The brunette flailed her arms helplessly, but she was facing out into the audience with her back to the ring, and there was nothing she could do to escape. The smaller girl gathered her strength and heaved down on the leash, putting all of her weight into the act. As the end of the chain slid downwards, Raven was hoisted into the air - Vixen was literally hanging her opponent! Raven’s feet dangled several inches above the concrete floor, kicking into empty space. She wasn’t high off the ground, but those few inches were all that were needed to strangle her. The metal choke chain bit into her throat with incredible force, crushing her windpipe with the pressure from the full weight of her suspended body. Vixen quickly knotted her end of the
leash around the ring ropes, securing the larger girl in the hanging position.

Raven’ senses were overwhelmed with pain and terror; she feared for her very life. Dangling from the ropes, she writhed and squirmed like a worm on a hook. She pawed uselessly at the chain which was digging into her neck with such ferocity, but her situation was hopeless. Her face flushed red and her eyes widened, filled with real horror. Raven was completely at the mercy of her enemy; there was a real possibility that she would be slowly garrotted out of existence. Denied of oxygen, her lungs began to ache, and her body convulsed as it tried in vain to suck in fresh air. Spots appeared in front of her eyes, and the edges of her vision started to blacken. It sickened her warrior spirit, but she found herself praying for her rival to take pity on her. Raven’s very survival was in Vixen’s hands.

The flame-haired sadist regarded her opponent’s anguish with glee. She wanted to savour the brunette’s annihilation and stretch out her torment for as long as possible, maximising her suffering in her last few moments of consciousness. Standing in the ring behind Raven, she reached through the ropes and unfastened the back of her victim’s black top. The garment fluttered all the way down to the concrete, leaving Raven’s large chest fully exposed to the crowd, robbing her of yet more dignity.
“Any last requests, bitch?” Vixen hissed into her ear. Raven winced and shuddered.
The ginger girl daintily climbed back out of the ring, hopping onto the arena floor, so she could turn and face her foe. Raven had now been hanging for around thirty seconds, and the torture was taking its toll. Wearing nothing but her black boots and thong, her magnificent breasts bounced up and down as she struggled in vain. Her tongue was beginning to loll, and flecks of spittle covered her chin. Her face was contorted with dread and dismay. Vixen smiled evilly, and stepped up to her trembling rival. Raised up, Raven’s boobs were level with Vixen’s face; the redhead opened her mouth and wrapped her lips over the larger girl’s left nipple. Her eyes shining with malice, Vixen filled her mouth with the tanned flesh of Raven’s breast, and then bit down hard. Her sharp white teeth sank deep into the unprotected skin. Through her existing woe, Raven suffered a bolt of fierce, piercing agony. The ginger-haired beauty kept her little jaws clamped
firmly around Raven’s nipple for a good fifteen seconds. To the trapped girl, it felt a lot longer, with her tortured tit causing her excruciating pain. Grinning, Vixen finally relented, withdrawing her mouth. Raven’s body was now marked with teeth-shaped indentations: underneath a thick coating of saliva, a ring of little purple welts had appeared around her boob. Tears emerging from her eyes, the panicked, strangled Raven was now mentally begging for mercy- but it was not to be.
“Cool teeth-marks!” cooed Vixen. “Let’s give your fat tits a matching set!”
The petite girl moved over to Raven’s right breast, enveloping as much flesh as she could fit between her jaws. Again, she stabbed down with her teeth, mashing and crushing the extra-sensitive skin. Raven’s nipple was pinned like this for five, ten, fifteen full seconds, just as the first. For all that time her chest burned viciously. Her agonized screams would have filled the entire arena, but no air could pass though her crushed windpipe, and her horrendous suffering remained muted.

Eventually, Vixen withdrew her teeth. Now both of Raven’s nipples were ringed with purple spots, and they glistened with spit. Salty tears flooded the brunette’s face, and black streaks of makeup marred her face. Utterly destroyed, her hanging body quivered helplessly. She’d been strangled for well over a minute now, and her grip on consciousness was starting to slip. Her eyes still bulged in terror, but as her mental focus faded they began to glass over. Satisfied that her foe was at breaking point, Vixen skipped back up into the ring.

Raven had been brutally asphyxiated for over a minute and a half when Vixen finally untied the knot that held the choke chain to the ropes. The Latin girl’s large, semi-naked frame immediately plunged downwards, and collapsed onto the concrete. Despite her last-minute reprieve, she lay very still, face-down on the grimy black floor, the loosened metal chain snaking away from her bruised body. The only sign of her survival was the slight, rhythmic rising and falling of her shoulders. Raven had made it through her ordeal, but barely.

Of course, Vixen had never intended to completely end her opponent, she just wanted to push her torture to a horrendous extreme. She wasn’t finished yet, either: there was still the small matter of the wrestling match to attend to. The impish minx slid out of the ring. She picked up Raven’s discarded black top, and used it to tie the unconscious girl’s hands behind her back. She checked that her wrists were securely bound together, then pulled her up by her dark, sweaty hair and bundled her limp form back into the ring. Her rough treatment stirred Raven from her slumber as she was forcibly rolled under the bottom rope, but she was in no condition to resist. Only dimly aware of her surroundings, she was dragged onto her back and had a boot placed on her face. Vixen posed cheekily as the referee signalled the pin, as the three-count was an absolute certainty. The bell rang, and Vixen was declared the winner. She threw her hands up in celebration.

With her hated enemy firmly tied up, Vixen was free to torment the losing girl some more. Crouching, she pulled Raven’s black boots from her feet, then slid her thong down and off her body, leaving her completely nude. She rolled the sweat-drenched black panties up into a ball and crammed the garment into Raven’s mouth, gagging her. Vixen straddled the naked girl’s stomach, then held her fingers above Raven’s upturned breasts. She carefully took each nipple between her finger and thumb, then suddenly began squeezing and twisting them. The brunette’s groggy, lifeless face instantly came alive, her eyes wide with shock and agony. Vixen pulled hard on the big, mangled breasts, twisting and stretching the vulnerable skin.
“Nnggghhhh!!” Raven screamed into her damp, fetid mouth-gag.
The floored girl was beside herself with pain. She bucked and writhed but her hands were stuck uselessly behind her back. She could no nothing but suffer as her damaged, teeth-marked chest was tortured yet again. She groaned incoherently as Vixen’s fingers pinched and strained her quivering, agonised flesh. For several long moments they were contorted into cruel, unnatural positions.
“Wakey wakey!” cackled Vixen. “Just checking you weren’t still asleep!”
The redhead let go of the big, wounded boobs, much to Raven’s relief, and they sprang back into their usual shape.
“I wanted you awake for your next punishment. The one that you really, really deserve.”
The gagged girl winced, overcome with fear.
“Poor girl,” teased Vixen, “she’s made it though all this pain and suffering… only to be finished off by my lovely little ass!”
The petite girl spun round on Raven’s stomach so she was facing the brunette’s bare feet. Then she slowly shuffled backwards, inching her backside towards her opponent’s head. Raven squirmed, gazing up helplessly at the pink butt cheeks and scarlet lycra bottoms hovering just inches above her eyes. Vixen gave her ass a seductive little wiggle, then plunged it down onto Raven’s face. The bound girl groaned in dismay as her nose and mouth were enveloped in hot, sweaty ass-flesh. Vixen shuffled her tight, luscious backside, jamming her victim’s nostrils up between her buttocks. The panty gag in her mouth meant Raven had to try and breathe through her nose, forcing her to suffer the smell of her enemy.

“How do YOU like it, bitch!” the dominant girl laughed, finally getting her revenge for the busty Latin’s frequent smother tactics. The willowy redhead lifted up her slender legs, pushing her full weight into Raven’s face. She arced her legs high into the air, keeping them straight, then gracefully brought them down at ninety degrees to her body. Vixen was now doing the splits on Raven’s face! It was an impressive piece of showboating, and the extra pressure meant that the gagged girl’s nose was now pinched shut between Vixen’s butt cheeks, wedged firmly inside her ass crack.

Raven squirmed helplessly as she felt the all-too-familiar tingle of oxygen deprivation. She ached desperately for a mouthful of fresh, clean air, but she was smothered in flesh. The humiliation was equally hard to bear. Trapped in a claustrophobic, sweaty prison, her opponent’s body odour mashed heavily into her face, and she could do nothing but groan in disgust. Her lungs began to burn again, and her senses started to slip into darkness. The terror that consumed her slowly ebbed away into grim resignation, as she succumbed to her enemy’s ass. Sexy Vixen arched her back and ran a hand through her lustrous red hair, revelling in her dominance as she slowly face-sat her rival into unconsciousness.

Eventually, she was satisfied that the nasty smother had knocked her rival out cold. She clambered up off Raven’s face and looked down at her naked, beaten foe. The brunette’s head lolled back against the mat, her once-pretty face now a damp, ruined, tear-stained mess. Her breasts were covered in bruises, as was her neck, which sported a red welt from the abuse it had suffered. To Vixen, it was a beautiful, satisfying sight, but she felt she could disfigure her plaything further. She went over to ringside to meet up with her tag team partner, Jade. Across the barrier, the sultry Chinese handed Vixen a marker pen. The flame-haired girl returned to the ring, and grinned as she looked down at her sleeping victim. She bent over the larger girl and began writing on her upturned belly. Soon, the words ‘FAT BITCH’ were inscribed in thick black ink across Raven’s torso. Smirking, Vixen went on to scrawl ‘LOSER’ across the brunette’s forehead.
Vixen then made her way back to the dressing area, satisfied that Raven had been thoroughly humiliated. As she strode down the aisle she punched the air, basking in her victory. The bound Latin girl simply lay motionless in the ring, a sweaty, dishevelled heap, her blemished skin marking her opponent’s triumph. Vixen had stretched the rules in this match, but she had finally been able to unleash her evil streak. Despite being pummelled in the early stages, she’d sneakily got one over her voluptuous rival, and subjected her to a sharp dose of savage, unforgettable torture. It would take poor Raven a long time to recover from this horrendous ordeal.