“Christy vs. Jenny – A Meeting in the Commissioners Office

by JJJ

Jenny strode into the office and looked drop dead gorgeous, scantily dressed as usual. She was wearing a tight pink mini skirt that barely made it half way down her incredible thighs, and a skintight white ribbed turtleneck that enhanced her incredible breasts all the more. To complete the look Jenny had on a pair of sheer white thigh highs stopping just above her knee, and chunky black heeled shoes. Her make up was perfect as usual, and her long wavy hair looked stunning. Jenny had no idea why there was a letter on her dressing room door telling her to meet the commissioner in his office.

She looked around the room and decided to have a seat while she waited patiently. After a few minutes the door burst open and Jenny was about to rise when none other than Christy entered the room. Christy also looked sexy, wearing a black skirt and a white half shirt that had a big red heart over her oversized chest. Her long hair was beautifully done- and it bounced with each confident stride she took. Jenny's jaw dropped when she saw her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jenny asked as she stood up.

Christy laughed and snapped, "I'm about to get revenge on you for what you and Laura did to me and Nancy."

Trying not to look intimidated Jenny steps forward and poked the blonde in the breast and yelled, "Over my dead body you fuckin slut."

Christy quickly grabbed Jenny's finger and twisted her wrist, causing the stunned brunette to elicit a sharp squeal, more out of shock than pain. With her freehand, Christy reached forward and grabbed a long lock of Jenny's hair and twisted it in her hand.

"Oww! You whore let go of me!" Jenny yelled out.

Christy twisted her hair tighter and after securing her grip on Jenny's long hair she violently jerked her forward, again eliciting a yelp from the sexy blonde. Christy put her other hand in Jenny's hair, secured a firm hold, and then viciously flung the brunette clear across the room. Jenny stumbled awkwardly in her heels as she flew forward, landing on her shapely ass. Christy walked over and stopped over Jenny, while she quickly reached down and began to remove her own heels so not to twist in ankle.

Jenny was still reeling from the shock of the initial attack and quickly scrambled toward the door of the office. Christy finished getting her shoes off just as Jenny made it to her feet and began her dash for freedom. Christy chased down the brunette, catching her from behind as her weight crashed into Jenny's small frame. They instantly crashed to the floor with Jenny pinned down chest first by Christy's body sprawled on her back.

Jenny frantically tried to get up, but Christy's position was far too much for her to get any leverage. Christy made sure Jenny didn't get out of her clutches as she repositioned herself lower on Jenny's back. Jenny began kicking, starting to become frantic as she was helpless under the sandy blonde.

"Stop squirming bitch, maybe I'll go easy on you!" Christy yelled.

"I'll fuckin kill you bitch!" Jenny gasped as Christy grabbed Jenny's long hair and viciously jerked her head up and back.

"You fuckin whore...you are gonna be so sorry when I'm done with you!!!" a furious Christy snapped.

Realizing she was in big trouble, Jenny tried to mount some offense and raked her nails down Christy's incredible legs. Small scratches were instantly visible on the tanned blonde's legs as she yelped in surprised pain. Jenny, expecting just that reaction, instantly bucked up with all her weight and managed to finally dump Christy off her. Still surprised by the shock of the scratching, Christy was even more shocked when Jenny rolled away from her and bolted to the door yet again.

Jenny's flight was a shaky one due to her tight skirt and heels, but she managed to reach the door ahead of Christy. Just as she opened the door, Christy grabbed her arm, painfully digging in her equally sharp nails. Startled at being caught so quickly, Jenny was off guard as Christy fired an open handed slap to the side of her face.

"You want to play cat and mouse games bitch," Christy shouted. "Well, I don't have the time or the energy for that!"

Jenny realized that she couldn't run from Christy in the confined office, so she decided to try to mount an offense. Without warning or even looking up, Jenny lowered her shoulder and charged into Christy. The move caught Christy by surprise and Jenny's shoulder slammed into her stomach, knocking the air out of her. Jenny hesitated before following up with another move as she decided if she should run or not. Her slight hesitation gave Christy the opening she needed to fire a punch to Jenny's toned stomach. Jenny gasped as Christy's punch connected with most of her weight behind it; the wind flew from her lungs in a second.

Christy was furious, "Now you've pissed me off, you're one fucked bitch."

With Jenny hunched over clutching her belly, Christy stepped behind the brunette, grabbed the back of Jenny's skin tight mini-skirt and jerked it down around her knees with a single pull.

"You call this a skirt? Well, maybe for a slut!" Christy shouted.

Still struggling to breathe, Jenny was doubled over as Christy eyed her white T-back thong. Jenny was gasping, but she spun and leaped up, firing an elbow that connected squarely with Christy's cheek, throwing her head violently to the side. Now it was Christy's turn to feel pain as her head rang from the elbow. Jenny tried to suck in air as she got a much-needed break while Christy held her cheek.

Jenny couldn't do much with her skirt around her knees, so she decided to try to get out of it before Christy could use it to her advantage. Jenny struggled with the skirt, bent over with her ass wiggling seductively, the thong barely covering anything. She finally managed wiggle out of the skirt and step out of it, leaving her in her heels, white thigh highs, matching thong and tight white turtleneck. With her legs unencumbered, Jenny grabbed a handful of Christy's hair as Christy hunched over.

Jenny tried to sound confident as she snapped, "Not so tough now, are you lard ass?!"

Jenny used her handful of hair to hold Christy's head as she brought her rising knee up and caught Christy in the same place her elbow had. Christy's legs wobbled and she appeared to be stunned by the sharp blow. With each passing second, Jenny was gaining more confidence in her ability to beat the blonde.

"Well you wanted to see ME naked so bad," Jenny hissed. "How 'bout we see what you're hiding under these clothes, slut."

Jenny latched onto the thin white half-shirt and ripped it over the defenseless blonde's head in seconds. Christy was still hunched over, reeling from the sudden turn off events, when Jenny grabbed two handfuls of her hair, jumped in the air and slammed her head down onto the coffee table. The table made a loud crack when Christy's head slammed into the unforgiving lumber. The pain Christy felt was intense as she kneeled on the floor holding her aching forehead, her head pulsating with pain.

"Time to get this skirt off your skanky ass," Jenny laughed, as she began to pull and tug Christy's skirt down over her shapely hips. In seconds, the skirt slid down around Christy's knees, leaving the brunette in her black bra and black bikini briefs.

Jenny began to chuckle, "Well, if I had a fat ass, I'd wear gramma underwear too I guess."

But Christy wasn't listening to what the gloating brunette was saying, instead she was figuring how to mount an offensive attack of her own that would turn the tables on the bitch. Though her head was ringing, Christy had been put through much worse from a lot tougher girls in the federation so far. Jenny stripped off her heels to give herself better traction, then backed up and charged into the blonde just as Christy stood up. Jenny connected squarely with the small of Christy's lower back, slamming her into the desk and tipping it over.

Christy lay face down on the floor as Jenny got up and grabbed a large dictionary off the floor. She slammed the heavy book into the back of Christy's head and the blonde's body jerked forward under the loud impact. With reckless abandon, Jenny climbed onto the small girl's back, dropping the book as she grabbed the back of Christy's bra and quickly unhooked it. Jenny pulled the bra up under Christy's chin and hauled back, bringing the blonde back up to her knees.

Even though she was in pain, Christy was far from giving up. Christy realized she was in no immediate danger from Jenny's half hearted choke and decided to wait for a better opening rather than expend her energy trying to buck the blonde off of her. As she began to formulate her plan. Christy struggled weakly and then her body suddenly went limp. Jenny continued choking for a few more seconds until she was confident the sexy brunette was unconscious.

Satisfied that Christy was out, Jenny rose off of the blonde's body and pushed her foot under her shoulder. She quickly flipped her foot up and rolled the near naked blonde onto her back. Jenny was all smiles as she looked down at Christy's naked and heaving breasts, thinking of what she was going to do to them. Jenny looked around the room for something she could use against Christy as she wanted to have some more fun. When Jenny turned her attention back to Christy, however, Jenny's world went black and she instantly dropped to her knees holding her throbbing crotch which had been pounded by Christy's uppercutting fist.

As Christy rose to her feet, she sneered, "Here is a tip slut. If you're in a fight make sure the other girl is really out before you take your eyes off her!" The words were lost on Jenny who was gasping in pain and massaging her throbbing pussy. "You shoulda finished me when you had a chance," Christy chuckled confidently. "After this, you may not be able to walk for a while." She stood behind Jenny and sarcastically asked, "Does your little pussy hurt, baby? Gee, I heard wedgies from these dental floss thongs can help take your mind off the pain."

Christy grabbed Jenny's thin thong at both hips, arched her back and violently jerked it up. Jenny's shriek filled the room as the pain in her crotch was amplified by the wedgie slicing deep between her already swollen pussy lips. Christy let go of her thong and grabbed both of Jenny's arms, pulling them behind her back. With her arms behind her, Jenny's chest and big breasts were thrust forward by the awkward angle of her torso. She was still screaming from the pain in her crotch as Christy maintained the hold and ran Jenny chest-first into the wall. Jenny hit the wall with her chest, followed by her face and then her belly. With Christy still holding her arms back, Jenny's face and chest smashed into the wall and her chest did little to cushion the blow to her face.

"Let the fun begin!!!" the topless Christy hollered.

Jenny was in too much pain to realize the predicament she was in. Her crotch was on fire, her head was throbbing, and worst of all her arms still were pinned behind her back. For some reason, Christy paused her offensive attack, though she kept her hold on Jenny's arms.

Christy leaned over Jenny's shoulder and rubbed her cheek on Jenny's as she asked sarcastically, "How're you feelin' now sweetie pie? Better?" Jenny just groaned, so Christy told her, "Oh, too bad. Well, then this should make the pain feel real good."

Without warning, Christy dropped and stuck her knee between Jenny's legs, slamming Jenny's crotch down onto her knee. The pain was instant and intense! Jenny screamed as tears swelled and filled her beautiful eyes. Christy released Jenny's arms and pushed her off her knee. Jenny's hands instantly shot to her throbbing crotch.

"Did that feel good baby?" Christy taunted, as she prodded Jenny's ass with her toe but failing to get an answer.

Jenny just thrashed on the floor trying to massage away a pain that was becoming all to familiar for the poor girl. Now it was Christy who scanned the room quickly and saw what she was looking for. She pulled the belt from her discarded skirt and stalked back to the helpless Jenny. She viciously pulled the belt back and then whipped Jenny's legs. Smack! The leather tore into Jenny's shapely thigh, just above her knee high stocking. Then another lash and another followed by a fury of whips of the belt, some lashes catching bare skin while others left runs in her thigh high stockings. Even the ones that landed on the stocking felt like hundreds of bee stings, and Jenny tried to roll away to safety. Christy walked after her as Jenny's screams filled the room, mixing with Christy's laughter. After about ten lashes, Christy dropped the belt and stood over the quivering brunette's body.

Jenny lay twitching on the floor, completely oblivious to what Christy was saying. Pain wracked her flawless body as she tried to tell herself it would be over soon. Unfortunately, Christy had another opinion, and she was only beginning her fun. Christy decided to wait for the right opportunity before beginning her next assault and her wait was short lived.

As Jenny moved her hands back to her still aching crotch, Christy used the opportunity to stomp Jenny's tight stomach. Jenny gasped in pain and surprise; she couldn't believe she was in this mess after just moments ago dominating this same blonde. How quickly things changed! Jenny moved her hands from her crotch to her stomach and Christy, expecting it, quickly fired another stomp into Jenny's crotch. Jenny was now hysterical from the pain that wracked her whole body as she thrashed and flopped on the floor like a fish out of water, screaming in agony.

What a sight Jenny was, laying on her back, moaning and rocking from side to side still wearing her thigh highs, thong and turtleneck; surely a great photo for all the wrestling league to see. Better yet a video! Because Christy had set this whole thing up, that's just what she had set up earlier before she put the note on Jenny's locker.

Christy looked around the office and immediately found what she was looking for. On a tripod stand a video camera was already set up, and ready to shoot. Christy turned the camera on and zoomed out so the whole room could be seen. 'Ah yes,' she thought, 'Jenny's thrashing can be seen on camera. Christy hit the record button and decided to have some fun and zoomed in on Jenny who was still moaning on the floor. After recording Jenny massaging her incredible body, she zoomed back out so the whole room was again in frame. Then she walked back to the brunette and grabbed a handful of her hair.

"Look at me bitch!" Christy shouted.

Jenny refused to look at Christy; she just kept holding various parts of her body, trying to massage away her pain. Christy twisted Jenny's hair until she'd it tangled around her hand then forced her to look into her eyes.

"See that camera over there, that is going to record me fuckin' destroying your bony little skank ass. When I'm done, it's going to be sold to the fans of this league, on the Internet, and to as many people as I can find that want to see a slut getting destroyed."

The words slowly began to sink in on Jenny as she realized what the vicious blonde was saying.

She whimpered, "P..p..pple....please don't do that Christy. I'm sorry.....so sorry. P..p..pleeze no more."

Christy laid the belt on the desk and was all smiles as she started toward Jenny, "Don't you plan on getting up? It's kinda hard to fight sitting on your ass baby cakes?"

Jenny attempted to take a fighting stance, but found it harder to support her own weight than she would have thought. Red welts were visible on her shapely legs and ass, and her crotch was still numb, making it hard to move her legs.

Her claws bared, Christy grabbed Jenny by the hair as she crashed full force into her. Jenny slammed to the floor on her back with Christy's full weight on top of her. Jenny's slim, firm, body was crushed from the impact and Christy's weight; desperately she tried to move but to no avail.

Christy snickered, "Let's make this fun for the camera baby!" She began to bounce up and down, crushing Jenny more with each impact. Jenny sharply exhaled each time Christy landed on her, the breath being driven from her body. Growing tired of this, Christy stood up, dragging Jenny up with her. She viciously pulled Jenny's head between her legs, leaving her near bare butt seductively pointed at the unblinking eye of the camera. Christy began to wave at the camera, loving every minute as she playfully slapped Jenny's exposed ass cheeks. Jenny whimpered with each slap as Christy truly enjoyed the fun she was having.

Christy looked into the camera and yelled, "Time to get rid of her confining top!"

Hearing that, Jenny begged to be released, as she tried to squirm free from Christy's shapely thighs. Christy grabbed the back Jenny's turtleneck and began to pull it up her back. When it reached her head, Christy released her legs and as Jenny's head came out, Christy whipped the turtleneck off over the brunette's head. Christy stared at Jenny in her white thigh highs, matching white thong and sexy lace bra.

Again Christy focused her attack to the sore girl, grabbing Jenny's head and pulling her into a crushing side headlock. Jenny dropped to her knees, nearly choking herself in the process, but Christy's strength held her up on a pair of rubbery legs. Christy began squeezing as hard as she could and Jenny could only gasp at the immense pressure being applied to her head. When Christy tired of this, she released Jenny and let her fall to the floor for a short-lived rest. Jenny landed face down and moaned weakly.

Christy bent over and casually released the catch on the back of Jenny's bra, "Payback's a bitch!"

She tossed the bra aside and picked up her belt from the desk, wrapping it around Jenny's neck as she planted a foot in Jenny's upper back.

"Get ready for some pain baby" Christy teased as she jerked the belt up, and pressed her foot down on Jenny's back.

Jenny began to frantically gasp for air as she felt like she may pass out. Jenny's back arched, her bare breasts thrusting out at the camera giving it a perfect view of her over sized nipples. Christy kept the pressure up as Jenny desperately clawed the carpet trying futilely to find an escape. Christy pushed down on Jenny's back until the brunette was motionless. Still Christy continued to squeeze for a few seconds before she was satisfied Jenny was really lifeless and passed out.

Christy finally dropped the belt and while Jenny was fading in and out of consciousness, she looked around the room again. Stopping in front of the camera, Christy posed like a competitor in a body building show. Giggling, she stopped and rolled Jenny onto her back. Christy was impressed by Jenny's body; her tight, flat, stomach, her full, perfect breasts, hard, dark nipples, but yet at the same time she knew hers was that much better.

Christy plopped her shapely ass on Jenny's face and seductively began to run her hands over Jenny's breasts. Christy realized that Jenny seemed to be getting turned on, and soon began to squeeze Jenny's breasts harder, working out some of her frustration with their beauty in the process. She thought she heard a groan from Jenny, but couldn't be sure in her current position straddling her face. Christy's fondling became rougher and more violent and as she soon began squeezing and mauling her breasts. Jenny's bulging flesh oozed between her fingers.

Jenny's body was now showing signs of life as she began to stir. Christy looked Jenny's prone body up and down again, then released her grip on her breasts. Christy saw Jenny's thick, dark pubic hair sticking out around the bottom of her thong. Instantly, Christy jerked Jenny's thong up into her pussy. As the thong wedged itself, true to sight, Christy realized Jenny didn't shave! Christy again pulled on the thong, harder this time and it buried itself almost all the way in. Jenny was bucking her hips and she began to scratch Christy's legs again frantically trying to free herself

This minor annoyance angered Christy more than hurt and her response was another vicious pull on Jenny's thong. This time an ear-piercing scream escaped from Jenny as the thong had almost disappeared from Christy's view. Christy got off of Jenny's face and hauled her up by the hair. As Jenny reluctantly rose to her feet, Christy pulled on the thong and used her knees to lift Jenny into the air by the thong. Jenny was screaming as the pain in her crotch returned instantly. Christy started to bounce and in turn Jenny's body was bounced and jerked up and down painfully. Christy pulled again, this time apparently too hard, and the thong's string snapped. Jenny was dropped to the floor crying and massaging her crotch, screaming.

Christy grabbed her belt and walked over to Jenny, standing calmly over her. She watched the brunette for a few seconds before raising the belt above her head. The smack from the belt cracking Jenny's back echoed through the office - instantly followed by a shriek. Jenny was sobbing as Christy brought the belt down again this time across her ass. The two marks it left were huge and covered Jenny's backside as she tried to roll over onto her back to escape the pain. Jenny was kicking her feet as she lay helpless to do anything. Christy then bent down and used the belt to tied Jenny's legs together, securely knotting it to prevent escape.

Grabbing Jenny's discarded sweater, Christy rolled her onto her stomach and wrestled both of Jenny's arms behind her back after a brief struggle and bound them together. Christy didn't want to take any chances so she used her own shirt to tie another knot to prevent Jenny from freeing up her arms.

Once she was secure, Christy kicked Jenny onto her back and stood up. Jenny lay on the floor only in just her thigh high stockings, her legs tied together, her arms pulled back and bound painfully behind her. Between sobs, Jenny begged Christy to stop, but Christy only laughed at her. Again Christy surveyed the room, scanning for any item that would satisfy her current needs. It was long before Christy found what she was looking for. She grabbed the phone and removed the cord from the receiver and unplugged it from the wall, which gave her about ten feet of phone cord.

Christy cheerfully waved to the camera on her way back to Jenny, then straddled her body and dropped her ass on Jenny's crotch. As she looked at Jenny's eyes, Christy could see her fear, but she laughed instead of showing any sympathy. Christy slowly wrapped the cord tightly around the base of Jenny's large breast making sure it would stay in place. Satisfied Christy pulled tight once the loop was complete. Jenny screamed - her breast was on fire, but Christy pulled the cord tighter, and then knotted it at the base of the breast. With another seven feet of cord left, Christy did the same to Jenny's other breast; all the while Jenny screamed as she was losing the feeling in her breasts.

Christy cackled, "Darlin it's better if you can't feel these cow tits of yours. That way the pain won't be so bad."

Jenny was shrieking as she struggled to free her arms or legs to no avail. Growing tired of Jenny's irritating noise, Christy stood up and looked at the camera. Smiling, she began to dance seductively, slowly removing her panties, then she rubbed them up and down over her pussy. Turning back on Jenny who was still screaming, Christy crammed the panties in her mouth. Her cries were muffled but could still be heard. Christy looked down at Jenny, her breasts growing purple from lack of blood flow.

"I bet my pussy tastes good, don't it slut! Now you keep those in your mouth like a good little girl."

Christy sat down on Jenny's body again, this time with her ass on Jenny's numb breasts. She ran her fingers through Jenny's bush for a few seconds, then pushed a finger into Jenny's pussy. Christy forced another finger into the bucking woman and began pumping her fingers in and out, as Jenny was helpless to do anything except wave her bound legs and squeal.

Christy was enjoying herself when a ringing sound interrupted her pleasure. She looked around and saw a cell phone that had fallen out of Jenny's purse during the struggle. Chuckling, Christy climbed off Jenny's body and grabbed the ringing and vibrating cell phone.

"What number are you calling?" Christy answered pleasantly.

The voice at the other end seemed taken aback by the unfamiliar voice, but after a moment of hesitation a woman's voice answered, "Uh, ummmm, I was calling 555-1234. Who's this?"

Instead of telling her, Christy hung up on her and then ran to her own purse and grabbed her cell phone. Dialing quickly, she called the number that the caller said she was calling. Sure enough, Jenny's cell phone began to ring. Holding both phones in the air and grinning madly, Christy played to the camera. Then turning back to Jenny, who was still securely tied Christy's face lit up. Jenny was a sobbing mess as both of her breasts were turning a nasty shade of purple.

Again Christy sat straddling Jenny's breasts facing her feet, feeling them squish and flatten under the weight of her ass as she wiggled her hips and settled in comfortably astride them. Then Christy leaned over and returned her fingers to Jenny's pussy. She easily pushed three fingers into the now moist, slippery opening and was trying to get a fourth in. Once she had Jenny opened up nice and wide, Christy took Jenny's cell phone and rammed it into her pussy!

Jenny was still screaming through the thong when the phone entered her body. Christy got the phone in about halfway when it appeared it was as far as it was going to go. Not satisfied with her progress, Christy began to viscously pump the phone in and out, working it deeper and deeper till it disappeared completely inside Jenny's stretched pussy. Christy even stuck her fingers back trying to push the phone even deeper. To no avail, it appeared it wasn't possible for the phone to go any further.

Christy stood up, then she smiled and winked at the camera, "Be right back baby," she said to Jenny. "Gotta make a call."

Christy dialed up Jenny's phone and burst into laughter as she could barely hear the ringing. The phone was defiantly vibrating though as Jenny's body was thrashing back and forth and bounced up and down as she frantically tried unsuccessfully to dislodge the vibrating intruder. Christy continued laughing, re-dialing Jenny's phone over and over, each time watching Jenny's reaction to the sudden buzzing from inside her.

"Look at those purple tits of yours dear, what can we do to fix that?" Christy asked with clearly fake concern.

Tears streamed down her face, running makeup across Jenny's perfect face as Christy bent and grabbed her pubic hair.

"Didn't mama tell you to shave, well I can help you out."

She ripped out a handful of pubic hair as Jenny's body thrashed in forced response. Again Christy re-dialed Jenny's number, placing her phone next to her on the floor as she decided where to focus her attention next.

Christy grabbed one purple breast and said, "I'm going to untie this one because I want you to feel this sweetie pie."

True to her word, Christy unwrapped the phone cord from around Jenny's left breast, but she left the constricting pressure on her right. Blood flowed back into the breast and the color slowly returned to it. Christy looked at Jenny's hard, swollen nipple and gently pinched her fingernails around it.

"Now I won't lie baby, this is gonna hurt just a lil' bit!" she commented.

Jenny almost passed out from the pain as Christy's fingernails dug into the tender nipple. Christy kept the pressure up till she saw blood while Jenny's screaming was clear even through the thong. Christy fired open handed slaps across the brunette's face until Jenny seemed to be losing consciousness.

"Christy, wh...what the hell is going on here?"

Christy spun around to confront the source of the voice; the commissioner had returned. To his shock, the office was in a shambles and there were two naked girls on her floor. Christy got off the beaten brunette, who was now unconscious. Christy scurried around grabbing what of her clothes she could find, then began to get dressed as the commissioner stood staring open-mouthed at the mountainous blonde.

"Sorry about the mess, but Jenny'll reimburse you for any damages. She just made a new movie which should cover the cost."

Christy walked over to the video camera and popped out her new tape. The commissioner stood stunned, as he looked from Jenny, still tied up in only her thigh high's then back at Christy who towered over the petite brunette shutterbug. Jenny's right breast was a dark shade of purple when the commissioner finally collected his wits and rushed to her, knelt and untied the phone cord, causing Jenny to stir slightly.

Christy chuckled, "Jenny's expecting a call on her cell phone, but she may not be able to answer it."

The commissioner had no idea what Christy was referring to as she stared at the gorgeous brunette as she left him to tend the destroyed blonde. When she left the office, Christy took out her phone and punched 'redial'. Then she laughed as she heard the phone ring....and ring....and ring! She just wished she could be a fly on the wall seeing the commissioner's face when Jenny's pussy came alive!!

Please feel free to send me feedback on my writing, or matches or gimmicks you would like to see for future matches. Most will focus on or around Christy though. My email address is [email protected]