Candi & Francesca vs Stacy & Peter
by NightOwl, [email protected]
Mixed tag team erotic wrestling

Candi was a mean blonde with a slight gap between
her front teeth. Francesca was a latina girl with
brown eyes and thick brown hair. Stacy was a blonde
with a sweet smile who wore a lot of jewelry. They
all wore bikinis, except Peter, who wore trunks.
Peter had never wrestled women before. He had
just met Stacy a few days ago, when she called on him
to replace her regular tag team partner, who had to
drop out suddenly. He raised his eyebrows at her
dubiously. "Don't worry, tiger, we'll cream 'em!" she
said.

Round 1 - Candi vs Stacy

The bell rang. Stacy and Candi met in the
center of the ring and locked fingers in a test of
strength. The crowd cheered for their favorites to
prevail. But Candi cut the contest short with a
vicious belly kick. Ughhh! Stacy countered with a
solid punch to the stomach. Oof! As Candi doubled
over, Stacy scooped her up and bodyslammed her to the
mat. Thud! She tried for an elbow smash, but Candi
rolled away just in time.
Both girls scrambled to their feet and eyed each
other warily. The pain they had each received only
served to sharpen their desire to win.
They locked up in the center of the ring. Stacy
swung Candi into the ropes and caught her on the
rebound with a brutal drop kick to the face. Pow!
Candi was stunned by the impact. She staggered but
stayed on her feet. Stacy kneed her in the belly and
she doubled over. A forearm smash on her back drove
her to her knees. Stacy sensed victory. She threw
herself against the ropes to launch herself at Candi
and deliver a decisive blow.
But Francesca wasn't going to let that happen.
Reaching over the ropes, she grabbed Stacy's long
blonde hair, stopping her rebound with a jerk.
Squealing, Stacy reached back and tried to pry
Francesca's fingers loose. Francesca quickly switched
her grasp to Stacy's wrists. She yanked them back and
down, further and further, until Stacy was bent
backwards over the ropes. Her exposed belly drew the
vengeful Candi like a magnet.
"Payback time, baby!"
Again and again she slammed her elbows and fists
into the soft inviting target. With each sickening
impact Stacy felt herself weakening and her advantage
slipping away.
When Stacy slumped too low for effective
punching, Candi slapped her on the face, hard. "Not
so tough now, are you, bitch?" She wrapped her hands
around Stacy's boobs and started squeezing
mercilessly. Stacy screamed in pain and kicked her
legs futilely.
"Stop! Stop!" Stacy begged, looking up at her
tormentor. She searched for sympathy in the tough
blonde's face. Candi felt the familiar thrill of
total dominance and laughed callously.
At last they released her, and she fell at their
feet. She slapped the mat in frustration. Dammit, it
just wasn't FAIR! They fought dirty!

Round 2 - Francesca vs Stacy

Francesca tagged Candi and entered the ring.
Stacy began crawling over to Peter, but she didn't get
very far. They each took one of Stacy's arms and
jerked her up to her feet. Then they bent her over
and took turns sadisticly kneeing her in the guts.
Powerful kick after kick slammed into her tummy until
she was literally sobbing for breath. Finally they
dropped her, and she fell to the mat like a sack of
potatoes. She groaned and clutched her aching
stomach. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer
against their double-teaming tactics, but she was in
no condition to make the tag.
"Get up, you snivelling wimp!" But Stacy
couldn't. "Need some help, little girl?" They rolled
her over face up. Francesca took her hands and Candi
took her ankles.
"Let's go for a ride, dearie! Wheee!"
They swung her up as high as they could and then
dropped to their knees, pulling her down so hard and
fast that she actually bounced up off the mat. The
impact knocked her full breasts loose from her bikini
top, revealing her oversized areolas. Stacy lay
spread-eagled on the mat, whimpering. Confident that
she was completely subdued, Candi left the ring.
Francesca looked down at the conquered blonde.
She was looking forward to finishing her off. She
hauled Stacy roughly to her feet by her hair. It was
like lifting a rag doll. Bending her over forwards,
she placed her head between her legs and crossed her
ankles, putting her into a standing headscissors. She
squeezed until Stacy's head felt like it was in a
vise.
Francesca reached down and snagged Stacy's bikini
bottom. "Oh what a pretty thong! I just love the
feel of it in my hands!" She jerked up on it sharply,
giving her a nasty wedgie. Stacy yelped and her hands
flew back there to defend herself. Francesca quickly
snatched her wrists and drew them up, up, until Stacy
was howling in agony. Still she wrenched up until she
was hugging Stacy's arms to her breasts.
"Stop! Stop! I give!" she begged.
"What's that honey? It's so noisy here I can't
hear a word your saying."
"I give! I giiiive!"
"I can't heeear you!!"
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Meanwhile Francesca just kept squeezing and
pulling until Stacy's face turned red and her arms
turned to quivering jelly. After what seemed like
forever, Francesca released Stacy from her torture and
heaved her upright. Stacy blinked and wobbled
unsteadily.
Francesca slipped around behind her and wrapped
her arms around her head and neck, applying the deadly
sleeper hold. She pressed her forearm against the
side of Stacy's soft neck, cutting off the flow of
blood to her head.
"Nighty-night honey!"
Stacy's arms were too weak from the previous hold
to do anything other than feebly slap at Francesca's
arms. Soon she felt dizzy. Her body was going numb
and her vision was dimming. It occurred to her
vaguely that her life was in danger, but the thought
seemed unimportant.
Francesca kept up the pressure until she felt
Stacy slump in her arms, then she switched to a full
nelson. She half marched, half dragged Stacy's limp
body over to Peter's corner and paraded her before
him.
"O look! Doesn't our brave little Stacy look
good?"
And she did, all winded and beaten, eyes
half-closed, hair all mussed up, jiggling with every
jerk Francesca gave her. Peter was dying to enter the
ring and he strained to tag Stacy. But Francesca kept
her just out of his reach, taunting him.
"MY what a strong fighter! She tried SO hard to
beat me! Think YOU can do better, big boy?"
Infuriated, Peter lunged frantically at her. At
last Francesca allowed one of Stacy's bobbing breasts
to come in reach of his groping hands, and he made the
tag.

Round 3 - Francesca vs Peter

Peter entered the ring, eager to avenge Stacy's
monstrous beating. The crowd roared in expectation.
Francesca dropped Stacy and backed towards her corner.
"Come and get me, hot shot!"
As he charged her, she gripped his hands and fell
backwards, pulling him down. Her feet caught his
belly and she flipped him over backwards into her
corner. His backside hit the turnbuckles and his feet
flew over the top ropes. From outside the ring, Candi
quickly tucked his toes under the short rope that ran
from the top turnbuckle to the cornerpost.
Enraged, Peter twisted up, trying to reach his
feet. But Francesca, still on the mat, swung her legs
up and trapped him with a sideways headscissor. Her
weight pulled him back down into a helpless
upside-down position. He felt VERY vulnerable as
Candi reached down, tagged Francesca and entered the
ring.

Round 4 - Candi & Francesca vs Peter

Francesca grabbed one of Peter's arms with both
of hers and clung on to it as he thrashed about,
trying desperately to free himself. Her thick thighs
bore down on his throat, choking him. Candi seized
his free arm with both of hers and kicked him savagely
in the chest. He bellowed with anger and struggled
with his tormentors. With a mighty heave, he threw
Candi off and she fell back on her rear end.
He grabbed the rope and tried to pull himself up,
but this merely allowed Candi to kick his arm squarely
in the funny bone. His whole arm tingled, and Candi
found she could easily twist it up in the ropes. Now
she had him! She slammed her heel into his unguarded
belly over and over. Oof! Peter had no choice but to
endure her ruthless assault. His stomach knotted up
and he started to sweat. This was going all wrong!
He had to turn this match around somehow, but with all
four limbs trapped, he had no idea how.
Candi reached for his crotch and rubbed his dick
through his trunks. "Now, now, baby, Candi will make
you feel better." Confused, Peter relaxed and gave
himself to the pleasant sensations. He grew hard.
Suddenly she squeezed his balls firmly. The pain shot
right through Peter and his whole body arched up.
Candi stroked him again, bringing back his erection,
then pinched the head of his cock. Torn between
pleasure and pain, all thoughts of counterattacking
fled his mind. Candi kept teasing him. Again she
felt the heady high of controlling another person's
body utterly.
Francesca grew impatient. "Come on, Candi, let's
put him away." So Candi knelt down and twisted his
arm into an armbar. Francesca released her
headscissors and did the same with his other arm.
They both mashed a knee down onto his upturned face
and wrenched upward.
The way armbars work is they force the elbow the
wrong way, and the pain just grew and grew. Peter
felt his arms slowly turning to mush. Uuunnnngggh!
Time stopped as he surrendered to the grueling torture
flooding over his senses. The women felt his muscles
slacken, and responded by stretching him even harder.
He was crushed, vanquished by these two women and
could only wait until they tired of their sadistic
holds. But the worst was yet to come.
Candi slid her knee onto his throat, bearing down
hard. Not only did it hurt like hell, she was cutting
off his breath. Soon his lungs were aching, and he
knew the end was near. He tried to croak out a
submission, but he could only gurgle.
"What's the matter, cat got your tounge?"
Francesca sneered. "Maybe this will help." she said,
bouncing her knee on his face. But Peter could hardly
feel the blows, he was losing all sensation from lack
of air.
Candi and Francesca kept pouring it on. Finally
one of them said "His face is pretty red, I think he's
done." They got up and backed into the far corner,
leaving him hanging on the line like so much wet
laundry.
"You go for his chest, I'll get his belly."
With a huge whoop, they simultaneously charged at
him and unleashed a perfect double dropkick on his
helpless form. Wham! The impact rocked the ring and
knocked him loose from the ropes. As he slowly
toppled to the mat, he wondered if it was too late to
tag Stacy.

Round 5 - Francesca vs Peter

Candi triumphantly tagged Francesca. On the way
out of the ring, she went over to where Stacy still
lay sprawled in the far corner. "Hi Stacy, just
thought I'd drop in on you." she said, cruelly
stomping on her belly with both feet. Stacy curled up
and clutched her guts, moaning quietly.
Francesca positioned Peter face down on the mat.
She bent his legs back to his butt and sat on his
ankles, facing forwards. He was not very limber and
his legs felt like they were on fire. She bounced up
and down on him as he whined "oh stop... please
stop..."
"Stop? I haven't even started!"
She took his left hand and slowly started working
his arm back behind his back in a classic hammerlock.
Peter slapped the mat with his free hand and howled in
pain. But she kept pulling, grunting with effort
until his hand extended several inches PAST his back.
Shifting her weight to the left, she tucked his left
wrist behind her right knee. Settling back down, she
effortlessly trapped his arm in unbearable torment.
"Stop! Stop!" he begged. But she still wasn't
done.
Francesca paused to catch her breath and
appreciate his sobs of agony. The she clutched his
other hand and started slowly working it back the same
way. Peter shrieked as she tugged and strained until
his right arm was crossed over the left. Still she
pulled until, with a mighty effort, she again wrenched
his hand clear past his back. Shifting her weight to
the right, she managed to wedge his right wrist behind
her left knee. She settled down gently on him and let
her aching arms rest. She pushed her long brown hair
back and surveyed her work with pride.
"Look Candi! A double-toed leglock AND a double
hammerlock! What a feat! I've created a human
pretzel!"
Peter was quietly blubbering futile entreaties to
her, pleading for an end to his suffering. But she
STILL wasn't done.
She reached down and gathered up a handful of his
hair. Leaning back, she pulled and pulled until his
head came up enough to see Stacy lying crumpled in the
corner. Now his arms, his legs, his neck, even his
HAIR hurt! She suddenly released his head and the mat
seemed to rise up and slap him. Whap!
"Uh-oh, I dropped something! I'll just have to
pick it up again!"
She pulled him up by his hair again, twisting his
head sideways. "No, no, not again" he pleaded. She
stretched him back, back until he could see Candi
lounging insolently against the ropes. Again she
suddenly released him and again his face met the mat
with a resounding smack. Wham!
And AGAIN she grabbed his hair and pulled up, up,
twisting his head the other way, leaning back and
stretching him back, back until he could see the
bright overhead lights of the arena. His entire spine
was arched like a bow. Too out of it to talk, he
could only think "no ... no ... o god no ..." A thin
high-pitched whine escaped him. She held him there,
savoring his dread at the coming blow. But the effort
was too much to sustain, and at last she had to
release him, rocking forward to increase the impact
even more. Pow! His face smashed into the mat with
tremendous force and he completely lost consciousness.
Francesca disentangled herself from Peter and
stood up. "Oopsie! Clumsy me! I dropped him one too
many times! And now he's all sleepy and doesn't want
to play with me anymore!" She dragged him over to the
corner and positioned him face up and spread-eagled.
"But I'm not done playing with him!"
She started climbing up the ropes. The crowd,
anticipating her signature finishing move, started
chanting "Cannonball! Cannonball!" She reached the
top turnbuckle and stood facing out, waving to the
crowd. Then she flexed her knees and jumped backwards
into the ring. She hugged her knees to her chest and
landed square on Peter's chest.
He never knew what hit him. He was just lying on
his back, squinting at the bright lights and wondering
what that fast-moving shadowy thing was, when the
fleshy sledgehammer slammed into him. Mmmmpfff! His
arms and legs flew up into the air and fell back down
again.
Francesca got up and looked down on him, feeling
utter victory. He was twitching horribly and gasping
for air uncontrollably. He was finished, and they
both knew it. But she didn't even try for the pin.
It wasn't that kind of match.

Round 6 - Francesca vs Peter & Stacy

Francesca pulled Peter to his feet and propped
him up in the corner. His head lolled back onto the
turnbuckle and his arms dangled over the ropes. Then
she went over where Stacy still lay curled up and
kicked her back to awareness.
"Time to get up, sleepyhead! We still have some
more wrestling to do!" Stacy whimpered piteously and
tried to crawl out of the ring. Francesca pulled her
up roughly by her hair. She had escaped their
attention for the last few rounds, and Francesca felt
it was time for more beating. She plopped her in the
corner ropes and punched her hard in the belly a few
times.
Stacy's guts were still tender from her earlier
beating, and the breath just whooshed out of her. The
agony seemed endless, she knew they had lost, and she
just didn't care anymore. She just wanted this match
to be over so she could limp away and lick her wounds.
But Francesca had other plans for her.
Francesca got her in a double hammerlock, firmly
holding both her wrists. She swung her around to face
Peter. She hunkered down and extended her arms
straight out. Then she ran at him full speed,
propelling Stacy square into him.
His eyes were closed, so the first he knew of it
was the sensation, like being hit with a soft meaty
freight train. Oof! Peter returned to the present.
Oh yeah, he thought dumbly, my wrestling partner.
"Here's your girlfriend come to visit you. Looks
like she missed you a lot." Francesca said, grinding
their bodies together.
Then Francesca handed Stacy's wrists to Candi,
who reached in from behind the cornerpost and pulled
them back behind Peter. Now they were both trapped
in the corner. Stacy's body was pressed up against
Peter's and he could feel her breath on his neck and
her hair tickling his cheek. Francesca proceeded to
deliver a rain of dropkicks and running shoulder
blocks on Stacy's back, squashing her chest against
Peter's. He could feel her defences collapsing as her
body became limper with every blow. He was starting
to get aroused despite himself.
Finally Candi said "Hey, let me have a turn", and
Francesca tagged her.

Round 7 - Candi vs Peter & Stacy

Candi got in the ring. She took one pair of arms
and Francesca took the other, and they rotated the
defeated pair until their positions were reversed.
Then Francesca stepped behind the cornerpost and
pulled Peter's wrists to her. Leaning sideways and
holding a rope for balance, Candi started kicking
Peter's butt, big roundhouse kicks with a real whallop
to them, mashing the two losers' crotches together
repeatedly. A stray kick hit low, making Peter's legs
buckle. His head fell to Stacy's chest. That gave
Candi an idea.
"Time for some fun, Petey-poo" she said, removing
first Stacy's bikini top, then her own. She got Stacy
in a bearhug, trapping her arms at her sides. She
squeezed hard. Peter's face was smushed into Stacy's
cleavage. He was in real trouble. Francesca still
had his arms and his air supply was completely cut off
by four warm heavy breasts. Stacy could only watch
helplessly as her own boobs smothered the life out of
her wrestling partner. Francesca and Candi laughed as
he screamed and thrashed about.
"What's the matter, baby, don't you like being
hugged by two topless women?"
Soon his lungs were burning and his eyes were
tearing up with rage and frustration. Eventually his
screams turned to moans and his kicks subsided and
they released him. He fell to the mat with a thud,
landing face up. His face was red and he was panting
heavily.
"I guess he got too much of a good thing"
Francesca said. She tagged Candi one last time and
came in.

Round 8 - Everyone vs Everyone

Stacy was slumped in the corner, meekly awaiting
further punishment. Candi threw her down on top of
Peter so that they were face to face. Candi and
Francesca climbed on top of the beaten couple and
trampled them. Peter looked up through the fine mesh
of Stacy's blonde hair and saw that Francesca had
whipped off her top and was twirling it above her head
like a flag. The sight of her firm breasts jutting
proudly out, combined with Stacy's warm soft body
pressed against his turned him on all over again.
The crowd liked the sight too. They went wild,
chanting "Strip 'em! Strip 'em!" The victorious duo
pulled them apart and did just that. Peter and Stacy
were way beyond resisting. Their limbs flopped about
as their clothing was stripped from their torsos.
The crowd hooted when they saw Peter's erection,
and he blushed, feeling exposed. He covered himself
up with his hands, causing much laughter. The crowd
knew what came next, and started chanting "Tie 'em up!
Tie 'em up!" It was time for the grand finale.
Francesca positioned Stacy face up on the mat
with her head in the corner and her feet towards the
center of the ring. Candi hopped out of the ring and
used a stray bikini top to tie Stacy's wrists to the
bottom of the cornerpost. Then Francesca took Peter
and lay him on top of Stacy face down. Candi tied his
wrists the same way. Francesca removed her bottom,
which she threw into the wildly cheering crowd. They
rose to their feet and punched the air.
"Do it! Do it! Do it!"
Francesca stepped into the corner, facing the
center of the ring. Candi climbed back in and sat on
Peter's back. She put her hands on his forehead and
pulled his head up and back as far as his neck could
stretch. Francesca slowly lowered her bare bottom
directly on Stacy's upturned face.
Stacy moaned. MORE punishment! Couldn't they
just win the match already and leave her alone?
Francesca leaned back against the turnbuckles.
She reached down between her legs and spread her lips
wide. She slowly scooted forward towards Peter's
waiting face. "Come to momma, honey" she cooed. With
Candi firmly gripping his head, he could only watch as
her warm wet pink cunt closed in on him and slid
across his face.
Meanwhile Stacy was being treated to Francesca's
smooth buttcheeks sliding down her face until the
brunette's ass hole was parked directly over her
victim's nose. As she gently settled in, the soft
flesh enveloped Stacy and she could barely breathe.
The familiar earthy smell brought home her utter
subjugation, and she felt hot tears of humiliation run
down her cheeks.
Peter found his nose wedged deeply into
Francesca's pussy. With his hands tied, she could
really push into him as she rubbed herself up and down
his face. She started chanting in time to her
motions.
"Peter, Peter, pussy-eater. Lost the match and
had to please her."
Up and down, up and down. She covered his nose,
then his mouth, then his nose again. He found himself
grabbing breaths through whichever path she afforded
him. Peter loved eating women and started to get
aroused even more.
Candi sat on his knees and started spanking his
bare ass. Francesca closed her legs around his head
and gently squeezed. The sharp stinging slaps on his
bottom, combined with the cool air, was a novel
sensation for a part of his body that was usually well
covered. And on a part of his body that was usually
exposed, his face, he felt a wet suffocating warmth.
He found the combination of sensations intriguing, and
his hard-on grew.
Candi reached down between Peter's legs and
started expertly stroking Stacy's pussy. She squirmed
in surprise and kicked a little, but with two bodies
on top of her, serious resistance was impossible.
"Time for your reward, honey, for all that hard
work you did."
Candi gently rubbed her labia and playfully
tweaked her clit. She really seemed to know what she
was doing and soon Stacy was squirming for a different
reason. She blushed as her nipples hardened.
Peter's eyes widened as Candi's fingers, slippery
with Stacy's juices, found a new hole to explore. He
bucked and twisted like a wild horse, but with his
wrists tied, his head between Francesca's legs and
Candi sitting on his knees, there was simply nowhere
to go. His utter helplessness and vulnerability hit
him with full force, and he burst into tears. "There,
there, baby, it'll all be over soon" Candi crooned.
As she gently probed and stroked, he felt his dick get
even harder.
Candi got up off Peter's knees. "Up, up, up" she
commanded. She grasped his balls firmly and slowly
pulled up, forcing him to lift his stiff throbbing
prick off Stacy. She gripped it with both hands and
positioned it for entry. She stood up and placed one
foot on his butt. She leaned on him, driving him
deeply into Stacy. He moaned loudly into Francesca's
wet pussy as the crowd roared its approval. Candi
backed off, then bore down on him again. She rocked
back and forth, controlling his rhythm, starting
slowly and gradually speeding up.
Stacy felt completely degraded, tied up and with
three bodies now bearing down on her. Well, she'd let
them fuck her, but she wouldn't enjoy it! Suddenly
she gasped and spasmed. Okay, maybe she'd enjoy it a
little.
Francesca opened up her legs and pulled Peter's
face even deeper into her. Candi sat down on Peter's
butt, facing away from Francesca. No more wisecracks,
they got down to business. Francesca was fingering
her own clit, causing her juices to flow even harder.
The weight of her legs pressed Peter's chest firmly
against Stacy's tits. Candi bounced up and down on
him, driving him on. Stacy was moaning and writhing
beneath him. In and out, in and out. Peter felt like
a race horse being spurred on to the finish line by
his riders. Now Candi was stroking his balls and
squeezing his buttcheeks. Francesca was smearing
herself all over his face. Stacy was squirming like a
mad snake. In and out, in and out, faster and faster.
Peter felt the moment draw near. Finally he went
over the edge. The crowd cheered as he exploded into
Stacy.
The bell rang. The match was over. The
intergender semifinals were decided. Score: Lesbians
1, Heteros 0.