“Christy vs. Asia – The Costume Strip Match”

by JJJ

The crowd loved the last match in which Christy won the Cream Puff Crown, and this next match promised to be even better. The federation signed a new girl named Asia who agreed to compete against Christy in a non Cream Puff title match. The match was going to be a strip match, but this time it was going to being a costume match. The girls could wear any costume they chose and the loser would be the one who was stripped naked. There would be no outside interference, pin falls, or submissions, and anything else was legal. The arena was packed to see their favorite take on a newcomer.

“Coming down the isle standing 5'5” weighing 110lbs with measurements of 34D-22-33 is CHHHRIIISTTTTY!”

The crowd went absolutely crazy when the saw Christy come out of the dressing room. Christy was dressed up like a school girl, and no one was in their seats when they saw her. She had on a short checkered red and white skirt that stopped halfway up her incredible thighs. Her white shirt was buttoned with one button and tied tightly below her breasts. Her long sandy blonde hair was up in side-ponytails that bounced with each step she took. To complete the look she had on knee high white socks and chunky black heeled shoes. Christy was all smiles as she made her way to the ring coming off her 1 st victory in the last match. She made her way down ran into the ring anxiously waiting to see her opponent.

“Making her debut with us tonight, standing 5'10” weighing 190lbs with measurements of 39C-34-44 is AAASSSSSSSSSIIIIIAAAAAA!”

The crowd was stunned when they saw the monster walk onto the ramp. There stood a mammoth creature in all black leather dressed as a dominatrix including the hood, whip, and a small leather bag. Asia walks methodically down the ramp not even acknowledging the crowd. Asia put the whip and bag she carried outside of the ring and then removed her hood. The crowd gasped when they saw her disfigured and scared face. Her long black hair was tied tightly back into a ponytail that ended just above her massive shoulders. Christy's heart dropped and she could only stare in disbelief as she viewed the size of Asia. The monsters arms were the size of Christy's thighs. Asia made eye contact with Christy for the first time and couldn't help but laugh in a bone chilling way. Christy tried to assure herself that this she would be ok and kept thinking of a way to strip this mammoth's clothes.

Asia climbed up the stairs and proceeded to her corner of the ring. With that the bell rang and another great night was about to begin. Asia pointed at Christy and uttered the word “Blonde!” Then balled her fist and smashed it into her other hand.

Christy was speechless as she had no idea what to do. Asia looked around and then slowly began walking towards the petrified Christy. Christy jumped into action and barreled her shoulder into Asia's stomach only to be grabbed by both pigtails.

Asia looked out and then calmly said “Hurt blonde!” It was rapidly becoming obvious that Asia was mentally challenged Asia then ripped her hands apart pulling Christy's pigtails in both directions. Christy shrieked as her scalp was a blaze with pain, her ass sticking out to the crowd, while her skirt rode up her incredible thighs. Asia relaxed the pressure and then ripped her arms upward, yanking Christy a good foot into the air by the pigtails.

The blonde beauty quickly found herself on the mat with tears welling up in her eyes already. Christy tried to scamper away on her hands and knees, but Asia was able to catch her by the hair again just before she made it to the ropes. Christy squealed in pain as Asia yanked her off the ground by her long blonde hair and abruptly set her on her feet.

"Blondie gonna cry!" Asia taunted. Suddenly Christy felt herself being thrown into the ropes and she rebounded right into a stiff right arm across the throat, temporarily stunning the beautiful blonde. Asia began to run around the ring mocking Christy, apparently pretending she was a school girl. The ring shook under Asia's weight as Christy again got to her knees and tried to scramble out of the ring. Asia apparently wouldn't have any of that and she grabbed the back of Christy's checkered skirt.

Christy screamed, but Asia only laughed as she stared down Christy while still holding her by the back of the skirt. Asia bent down and put her hand between Christy's legs, scooped her up and instantly body slammed her back down to the mat. Christy found herself staring at the ceiling, out of breath and in dismay. Asia ran into the ropes gaining momentum as she splashed onto the blonde's prone body. The wind left Christy's lungs instantaneously and she struggled to find breath that would not come.

“SPlllatttt!” Asia yelled playfully watching Christy struggle. Asia bent down and latched onto the front of Christy's shirt attempting to pull her up to her feet. Asia yanked upwards and almost fell over, as the shirt slid off Christy's body and into her hands. The crowd screamed when they saw Christy lying in a white lace bra, which matched her stockings. Christy weekly tried to cover her chest but couldn't find the breath or the strength to move yet. She knew she was in deep trouble, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Asia stood over Christy staring into her frightened eyes, “Choke!!!” she yelled as she dropped to her knees and began choking Christy with her own blouse. Christy's feet thrashed wildly while Asia choked the defenseless blonde. Christy's eyes bulged as the material was tightly wrapped around her neck and precious air was denied from her lungs. It seemed like a full minute went by as Christy's face began changing color as all the life was seeping form her incredible body. Asia eventually grew tired of this and pulled Christy up by hair.

Christy looked so hot standing there in those heels, stockings, skirt, bra and pigtails, and the crowd was going crazy. Asia slapped Christy across the face and then latched onto her pigtails again. Asia yanked forward and threw the petite girl's head between her massive legs. Christy's perfect ass was raised high in this position, so Asia paused briefly to peel up her skirt, exposing her white thong. Asia began to laugh like a child as she spanked Christy's firm ass, leaving red welts almost instantly.

" Bad School Girl!!!!” Asia laughed as Christy's red ass cheeks jiggled as her bottom began swelling with each powerful crack of Asia's callused palm. There was at least 10 good slaps to each incredible cheek when without warning, Asia out of now where performed a textbook power bomb. Christy's body splashed to the mat with a resounding thud, her perky breasts jiggling with the confines of her sheer white bra. Christy was barely coherent when she felt the skirt being torn from her limp body.

Christy was left in just a matching white lace bra, slingshot thong, and stockings with chunky black heeled shoes and the crowd was left in frenzy. The blonde beauty lay motionless as Asia again lifted her up, this time yanking her up by the hair. Asia executed another power move, as she picked up Christy in the air, held her upside down for at least ten seconds and then gave her a massive suplex. The crowd was chanting, as Christy was again plastered to the mat. This time, Christy actually bounced up when she hit the mat.

Asia rolled the petite girl onto her stomach, and sat on Christy's lower back. Christy's eyes rolled up in their sockets as the weight strained her back. Asia pulled Christy's arms back and draped them over her knees, then reached around and pulled back on Christy's chin. The blonde shrieked as the camel clutch racked her body with pain while her little white lace bra struggled to keep her breasts from escaping their confines.

Christy's spine and vertebrae were being put to the test and she couldn't take the pain for long. After only a few seconds Christy knew the situation was hopeless and she squealed out her submission. To her dismay she wasn't stripped naked yet and that was the only way to win or loose the match. Asia laughed at Christy whose face was by now was contorted with torture. Asia reared back and Christy squealed in utter pain as her back felt like it was going to be snapped into two.

After almost a full minute of water horror and agony, Asia abruptly released the clutch, stood up and walked around the ring with her hands raised to get a response from the crowd. Asia smiled sadistically as the crowd went apeshit. Loving every second of it, Asia finally sat next to Christy and placed her enormous thighs around Christy's breasts and back. She began to squeeze, at first with no effort, like a cat toying with a trapped mouse, but as Christy begged her to stop, Asia's response was to increase the pressure. Suddenly, Asia leaned back and squeezed with all her might, crushing Christy's breasts and chest between her legs.

Christy was light-headed when Asia released the pressure on her breasts and allowed her to gulp some badly needed air into her lungs. Christy's rest ended almost as soon as it began, however.

Asia yelled to the crowd, "TITTIESS!!!?"

The answer was obvious as the crowd went ballistic with its approval. Asia lifted Christy again and threw her into the corner turnbuckle. Asia walked slowly over to her, relishing every minute of her domination of the petite blonde. Reaching Christy, Asia picked up Christy's arms and draped one over each top rope, then she teased the crowd by pulling down Christy's bra ever so slightly. When the crowd screamed encouragement Asia didn't disappoint, ripping the bra completely off Christy's chest. The blonde realized what had happened and immediately tried to cover her chest, unfortunately, exposing the entire rest of her body to attack.

Asia spun Christy around and put her in a reverse bear hug. Christy couldn't breathe as the powerfully built woman crushed her chest including her now fully exposed breasts. Christy again was on the verge of blacking out form the pain after almost a full minute of torture, when Asia suddenly slid her arms down beneath Christy's breasts, relieving the numbing pain. The hold now displayed Christy's perfect breasts for everyone in the arena, however. So Asia began to bounce up and down, causing Christy's perky breasts to bounce up and down vigorously as the crowd roared their approval. Again, Christy begged to be let go but Asia just kept jumping up and down as the crowd went wild at the exotic display.

When she tired of that, Asia tossed Christy on the mat on all fours, her ass sticking up almost pornographically in the air. Christy suddenly screamed when she felt herself lifted into the air by her thong. The little white triangle, which was not much to begin with, instantly disappeared in the crack of Christy's ass. Asia smiled from ear to ear as she began to slowly bounce Christy up and down, increasing the pain in her genitals while again making her breasts bounce. Asia timed her final jump perfectly. As Christy's body was descending, Asia jerked and the thong seemed to disappear. Christy screamed as the thong sliced into her ass and up between her spread pussy lips, exposing them for the first time in the match. Christy collapsed limp and lifeless on the mat, sobbing softly.

Between sobs, Christy screamed her submission several times, but again Asia lifted Christy in the air upside down. This time Asia held Christy in the air until she abruptly dropped her down on her back across her knee in an excruciating back breaker. Christy's hands reached to her sore back though she was barely conscious from the pain.

Again the mammoth lifted the blonde into the air, this time extending her arms with Christy suspended in the air. Christy wouldn't stay suspended for long - she was again slammed to the mat in a huge power slam. Asia rolled Christy onto her stomach and tugged playfully at her thong, not getting any response from the dazed blonde, but certainly getting one from the crowd as the thong wedged itself deeper into Christy's body crevices. Asia walked to the ropes, turned and ran, then jumped in the air and landed on Christy's back with her knees – apparently she was trying to cause permanent damage to the blonde. Christy lay still, her only movement was her hands clutching her damaged back.

Asia rolled Christy over again, this time onto her back. She held both of Christy's ankles and opened her legs wide. Christy could never have prepared for what happened next. Asia leaped in the air holding Christy's legs apart and crushed Christy's crotch beneath her knee. Christy almost blacked out from the extreme pain! Her breasts quivered as she sobbed uncontrollably. Then Asia ripped off Christy's thong to reveal the blondes pubic hair which was a neatly trimmed triangle much to the crowd's delight crowd.

"Fake blonde!" Asia shouted and dropped a vicious elbow on Christy's brunette crotch.

Christy's hands instinctively shot to her crotch as a pain unlike anything she'd ever felt racked her whole body. Left in just her white knee high stockings and chunky black shoes, Christy was a sight to see. Asia sat on Christy's breasts, completely engulfing the blonde under her massive ass. Then, Asia held up one finger to the crowd - and rammed it into Christy's pussy!

Christy bucked and shrieked at being violated by this cruel, massive woman. Christy received no pleasure from this and indeed was begging for someone to help her while she cried like a baby. First one finger than two were jammed into Christy's tight dry pussy. Asia increased the speed at which her fingers thrust into Christy's pulsating pussy. Once Asia grew tired of this, she finished off the beaten blonde, backing her ass up onto Christy's beautiful face and sitting down - hard! Christy struggled for twenty short seconds before she lay motionless.

But the match wasn't over, as Christy still had on her knee high socks and shoes. Meanwhile, Asia walked over to her bag and placed her hood back over her head and brought the bag into the ring. Pulling out a small cord, she grabbed a pigtail and dragged Christy over to the ropes and up in two a standing position. Within seconds, Christy arms were over the turnbuckle and tied behind her. For the third time in four matches Christy was bound and defenseless. Christy came too abruptly when Asia mercilessly twisted her left nipple, stretching it away from her breast and then letting it snap back.

Christy's left breast was utterly mangled last fight against Jenny and Asia apparently seemed intent on targeting it again. Christy's shrieks filled the arena again as tears once more welled in her eyes. Asia reached down and took hold of Christy's brown pubic hairs and slowly started to pull it strand by strand as the defenseless Christy sobbed, cried and begged Asia to stop: but the dominatrix wouldn't hear of it. Christy futilely tried to kick Asia, but all she did was infuriate the mammoth woman who abruptly ended resistance when she slammed a nasty right cross across Christy's chin.

Christy's world went black and her limp body fell back to the canvas as Asia's cord broke. Asia meanwhile went over to her bag and she quickly pulled out two pair of handcuffs from the sack and stalked to the defenseless blonde. Asia lightly slapped Christy's face to waken the beauty. Christy's eyes bulged when she saw the handcuffs and she immediately begged the audience to come to her aid when she realized what was about to happen to her. Asia pulled Christy over to the turnbuckle while handcuffing each wrist to a different rope in the corner. Christy's pleading for the crazed woman to stop was answered by a sharp slap across her face, leaving her cheek red.

Within seconds Christy's wrists were bound to a different rope with a set of handcuffs that were tearing into her wrists. Asia reached into her bag again, picking out a nightstick and began running it tantalizingly over Christy's perky breasts. Suddenly, she rammed the stick into Christy's tight midsection knocking the wind out of her. All Christy could do was grunt and gasp for air as Asia stepped back to watch in delight as Christy's chin slumped down between her heaving breasts. Sweat trickled down Christy's glistening nipples, dripping onto the ring apron.

Barely conscious, Christy watched Asia walk to the far corner of the ring, stop, then without warning run full steam and splash the unprotected Christy in the corner. The impact snapped her back horribly across the turnbuckle. Christy could no longer stand and was only being held suspended by Asia's handcuffs, looking like she'd been crucified. Christy's lifeless body hung in the air, her shoulders strained unmercifully to support her lifeless body while Asia rammed the nightstick into her ribcage causing her to buck to the side, her ribs possibly cracked by the blow.

Asia wanted to have some more fun with Christy, so she wiggled her finger up into Christy's exposed pussy yet again. Christy was crying hysterically as Asia wedged three fingers deep into her tight pussy. The pain was unbearable for Christy, but Asia was surely enjoying this game. She kept fingering until she fit a fourth finger in and then began raking her nails deep inside her pussy. Christy's body spasmed uncontrollably at the fingers violating her womanhood. Asia kept the torture up for almost a minute before finally pulling out her fingers and wiping them on Christy's face.

Asia stepped back and then began to slap Christy's chest, backhand, forehand, backhand, forehand. Christy quickly developed large red welts on the topside of each breast as they shook uncontrollably from the blows. Asia again picked up her nightstick and hit Christy in the ribs, eliciting a scream of anguish as the club smashed into her exposed ribcage. Asia grabbed Christy's breasts and pulled her out of the corner, stretching her body until the handcuffs cut into her wrists while her breasts were stretched farther than flesh was meant to stretch.

When Asia released her grip, Christy's body sprang back into the corner. Asia grabbed Christy's long blonde pigtails and tried the same maneuver using her hair instead of her boobs. Christy screamed as pain filled her scalp and the handcuffs again cut into her wrists. After an unbelievably long stretch of time Asia finally released her hair hold allowing Christy to again slink back into the corner.

Asia removed her hands from Christy's head and switched her attack to her aching breasts. She started by grabbing as much as her hands would hold and started crushing her tits like beer cans. Tears streamed freely down Christy's cheeks as the crowd went wild at what they'd seen so far. Asia kept the intense pressure on her tits until Christy thought her implants would burst. After a full minute of the horrendous torture, Asia finally released her hold on Christy's throbbing breasts. Asia again backed into the corner opposite the petite blonde and ran full steam into the helpless Christy. Her body crumpled under the weight of the monster and she seemed to go numb from the pain.

Asia laughed at Christy who was left in her chunky heeled shoes and white stockings. She realized Christy's exposed breasts deserved more attention than she'd given and so she grabbed Christy's enormous nipples and took the opportunity to give her a titty twister. With Christy's nipples between her thumb and forefinger, Asia sharply twisted the nipples clockwise as pain tore through her sensitive flesh. Asia twisted the large, dark, nipples counter-clockwise. Christy's screams could have shattered a glass. Then Asia dropped down, sitting on the mat still while holding the nipples. Christy's supple breasts stretched an unbelievable length until her body followed awkwardly down to the mat.

Asia stood up and then walked back over to her bag and returned with a wrench that left the arena dead silent. Asia was deranged and no one knew what she had planned with this tool. Asia then began opening it while working her thumb upon the spin dial making the head of the wrench wider. She used her left hand to grasp hold of Christy's left tit, squeezing it tightly down near the tip of the nipple. She placed the wrench up to the tit and started to close it, the cold steel slowly moving inward, closing tightly onto the tip of Christy's nipple.

The crowd was now back into it, as they cheered wildly in anticipation of what was happening. Christy immediately began to scream and kick her legs frantically; feeling the intense pressure this cold steel devise was placing onto the soft flesh of her nipple. Asia was all smiles, turning the dial with both hands, the steel crushing the most sensitive area of Christy's tit painfully flat within the crushing grip of the wrench. Asia determined that it was as tight as it could possibly go and now Christy's nipple was pinched tight in the cold unrelenting steel. Asia grabbed the handle and started rotating it to her right, turning it as Christy's flesh balled up from the painful tit twisting. She kept turning it around and around, the tit looking deformed as it was twisted way beyond the realm of what would be considered normal.

Asia was all smiles as the shrieking blonde was hysterically crying, when she grabbed hold of the handle and began to pull downward. Christy's mouth dropped in a silent scream as her nipple was pulled and stretched down toward the canvas. Asia pulled and turned, stretching the nipple before leaving the hanging steel weighing heavily and swaying from her dangling, sore breast.

Asia left the wrench dangling while se slowly made here way over back to her bag, grabbing the pair of handcuff keys. Within seconds, Asia had Christy's cuff off, and the helpless blonde immediately fell to the mat crawling into the fetal position instantly. Asia dragged Christy's lifeless body into the corner and propped her chest onto the second rope, while her arms hung lifelessly outside the ring. Asia quickly grabbed a pair of handcuffs and slid out of the ring.

Asia latched onto Christy's wrists and pulled them on opposite sides of the turnbuckle before sliding the cuffs on the helpless blonde. Christy's wrists were tightly bound on the outside of the steel, leaving her massive chest flush on the second rope. Asia walked back into the ring slowly, relishing the screams of the crowd. She finally made her way over to her whip and picked it up, smiling all the time. The crowd was screaming in eager anticipation of what was to come.

Asia pulled the whip back and “Crack!” the tip tore into Christy's flawless back. Christy's lifeless body instantly jerked back into the conscious world, as her back had a nasty red gash across her shoulder blades. The wrench was still tightly attached to Christy's nipple which she had now lost total feeling in. Asia stepped back and let the whip fly again slashing into Christy's tender skin. Christy was screeching like a banshee as she now had 2 welts that formed an X across her upper back.

The blonde was helpless as the handcuffs tore into her wrists while she tried to somehow break free of the bondage. Her ass and legs thrashed but stopped almost instantly when a third slash of the whip hit home, this time the whip tore into the same location as the last crack. Blood slowly began to trickle from the horrendous slash marks that made up Christy's back. Another slash of the whip was followed by a matching blood curdling scream, as blood was now trickling down Christy's back.

Asia finally dropped the whip and backed up into the corner while raising her arms over her head. The crowd was screaming at this monster demolishing the blonde goddess. Asia suddenly dashed from the corner and leapt into the air, crashing her weight upon the trapped blonde. Christy's body bent at a horrendous angle, due to her hands being bound by the cuffs, while her chest was crushed into the second turnbuckle under the weight of the monster.

Asia again climbed between the ropes, landing on the arena floor positioning her body directly in front of Christy's. Asia reached up and latched onto the wrench and immediately the sadistic dominatrix began yanking down as hard as she could. The metal teeth never relented as the tightly ripped into Christy's nipple which again was being stretched towards the ground. The blondes' screeching was horrendous as she was totally helpless to do anything to stop the crazed monster.

After a few seconds Asia let go of the wrench and raised her arms much to the delight of the crowd. Asia crawled back into the ring, and began placing all of her items back in her leather bag. Asia walked over to where Christy was and put her bag on the ground next to the blonde. Asia placed both of her hands on Christy's shoulder blades and then raked her nails down Christy's back.

The whip lashes instantly began bleeding as the blonde was sobbing horrendously. Asia bent over and grabbed her bag again leaving the ring. Asia looked around the arena taking in the screams of the crowd before she slowly made her way up the dressing room floor. The crowd was screaming when the commissioner finally came out of the dressing room, accompanied by a few paramedics who immediately went to tending to the battered blonde.

The commissioner finally climbed into the ring grabbing a microphone on the way in. “This match was a strip match, and as you all know” while looking at the battered blonde who was now laying in a stretcher, the wrench off her breast “is still left in her stockings and shoes. Since Asia has been gone from the ring for over a minute now I have no choice but to award the match to CHRRRRISTTTY!”

The crowd screamed when they heard the verdict, the blonde never moved from her position on the stretcher. As the paramedics were making there way back to the dressing room an enraged Asia was running down the ramp. Asia barreled into the first paramedic, sending Christy flying off the stretcher. Asia was instantly on the blonde, who was in and out of consciousness. Kick after kick slammed into Christy's body while the paramedic's were too stunned to instantly act. After a few more seconds, with the help of the commissioner, the paramedics were finally able to subdue Asia, and rip her away from the battered blonde.

Christy who was still left in her white stockings and chunky black heeled shoes was a site to see. Her back was a mess with four bloody slashes running the length of her back, while her left breast looked horrendous. Her face was streaked with a trail of makeup, and her eyes never opened as she was again put back on the stretcher and carried into the dressing room.

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