The First Project (Dolly Blitz [D] vs Audrey Trovita)

[DSX93]

"'Shove it up your ass'?" Dolly chuckled, ceasing his grind against hers, but keeping his hardness pressed against it. "I like to take my sweet time getting to the main event. Like I said, I'm a man with class. But don't worry..." He leaned in to plant a kiss on her reddened cheek. Still as soft as the others. Sweet, almost. "We'll get there."

Oh?

That stilled her. "Like my lips, hmm?" Another kiss in the same spot, and a whisper into her ear. "I'll be happy to put them all over you." He put more of his weight on his knees to elevate himself, maintaining his hold on her wrists for just a few more seconds. "My lips..." As his hands took a smooth course back down her arms, he'd continue, "My hands..."

She made her move the very moment the opportunity presented itself -- yanked her arms free of his grasp. He pulled himself back, to far enough where she wouldn't be able to hit him in the face. If she was quick, she might be able to get something done, but she had to get it done now. His hands would come back down to pin her to the mat again, by the shoulders.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Audrey growled as Dolly flipped her insult back into a taunt against her. That one line got in her head, confirming he intended exactly what she'd expected to be coming. Her heartbeat got faster. The silver lining, if one could call it that, was that he was cocky, and didn't intend to have at her right away. He wanted to take his sweet time, to tease her some more, which would give her some time to fight back... as long as she could resist and endure it in the meantime.

Her body shivered as his his lips continued peppering her exposed skin. If she'd been blushing before, she was redder than a tomato when his lips met her cheek. Say something! "N-No. This is the only time you're getting, don't get comfortable." Oh yeah, very threatening, that'll teach him... ugh.

He lifted himself off her. Her arms were still pinned, but his body weight vanished. He greedily slid his hands down her arms... freeing her wrists. Flustered as she was, she wouldn't miss his movements.

Her reaction was immediate - her arms jolted, tearing out of his grasp. But by the time she threw an elbow behind her, Dolly had already sat himself up, out of her reach. But that was fine; she had her opening. Now she had to make something of it.

He was still hovering over her. Priority: crawl away.

Now that she had some space, she managed to get to her knees and start forward. Then a pressure landed on her shoulders, her arms - not expecting the weight - giving out on her, and she splat back into the mat with a gasp. Too easy. Oh, fuck! No! Not being able to land a hit on him to distract him made it too easy for Dolly to simply lean forwards and flatten her again. She began to scramble yet again, trying to use her legs to help push herself forward while she still had that leverage...

[DSX93]

Ah, they're playing that game now. Her mouth's saying no, but that shuddering and that red ass face were saying yes. "Sure, Vita." The words came out with rolled eyes and a chuckle.

The fiery redhead tore her arms free, and the first thing she did was throw an elbow back at him. He was well away from it by the time she took that shot, but it worked out almost as well as if it hit him. As much as Dolly would've liked that close up view of Audrey on all fours, well...As hot as she was, she wasn't all the way done yet.

He wasn't going to let her get too far just yet if he could help it. He brought his hands back down on her shoulders and re-established the pin. But she kept it pushing this time. She was still on her knees, in an absolutely delicious position. Face down. Ass up. She was trying to crawl away, still, but she wasn't going anywhere this way.

With one hand pinning her down, still -- not the strongest pin, but it was something -- Dolly reached for that luscious red hair. He'd weaponize that tender scalp if he could. Give it a good pull, use his grip and the pain connected to it to keep her in place. Move the other hand from her shoulder, and give her a good, stinging smack in the ass with it, following the impact with a firm grip of the cheek. And he'd ask her, with a lower, sultry air to his manly voice, "You like this?" The question would be punctuated with a hard squeeze. The kind that had fingers digging deep into soft flesh, and when coupled with the spanking he just gave her, it was sure to leave a mark. "Is this what you're looking for?"

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Vita? Probably off her surname. Either way, she didn't like that he was using nicknames for her now, like she was some kind of... pet. There wasn't much she could do about that right now, though; her elbow had missed, and Dolly planted her face back into the mat as a result.

Audrey continued to struggle forward, but she wasn't making much progress. Dolly was stronger than he looked, and this angle with him hovering over her wasn't much better than when she'd been laying flat. She had leg leverage now, but it came at the cost of a more focused weight on her shoulders, and his body draped over her further; it was hard to decide which position was worse. The end result was the same; she wasn't going anywhere. Audrey grit her teeth in frustration.

Then some pressure left her back and found her hair, instead. Audrey let out a whine as her head was yanked backwards, and her upper body was heaved into the air, showing off quite a bit of skin to the viewers on that side of the ring. One hand flew up to try to pry his grip off while the other remained on the mat for balance, although with how hard he was pulling her, she wasn't sure why she bothered... But it felt better than just letting her body hover awkwardly with no support. Either way, he'd halted any attempt at crawling away now; she couldn't make any forward progress like this.

She let out a sudden, sharp yip as Dolly's palm landed on her rear, first with a smack that left her tingling, and then a tight squeeze of her flesh. Her hand gave up trying to dislodge him from her hair to reach back instead, but quickly returned it, the pain actually getting worse without her resistance. Instead, the hand on the mat reached back instead, but the best she could do was brush her fingers against his arm. The angle and the hold on her hair wouldn't let her twist around, and she didn't have enough reach as a result. And with his fingers digging in so deep, squirming only agitated the feeling further. She tried instead to pull her skirt down, and at least cover the assault from view until he gave her another opening.

"I'm looking for you to get your hands off me," she snarled back through her grit teeth, biting back the moan that almost slipped out instead. "And then to beat your sorry ass into the ground, how does that sound?"

[DSX93]

Get a hold of her hair, and she becomes so helpless. Even more than Dolly was expecting. Her hair, or her ass? Which one was she gonna try to free first? The one hand she had to try was undecided, until she sacrificed stability to try to accomplish both. Nope.

So she settled for...Pulling her skirt down? Now that defiance was just laughably petty. Of all things, her skirt? He flipped it up, just to be petty right back. "Pound your ass into the ground, hmm? Not yet, but I can give you a nice preview." The hand that wasn't gripping her hair would take hold of her by the jaw, giving him maximum control of the head that he'd pull back further to trigger a response from her body: Make her arch her back to relieve however much of the pressure she could.

At the same time, he'd be pulling her back into him, thrusting his hips forward to collide with hers. The meeting would produce a loud, fleshy slap.

"WOO!" And the crowd reacted like he just landed a chop. And Dolly would do it again. "WOO!" And again. "WOO!" And kick it right up to high speed, drawing cheers even from his detractors as the dry pounding resulted in lots of jiggling ass and no doubt plenty of bouncing in those big tits of hers.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

In between her struggled gasps, Audrey could only choke out a disgusted "ugh" as Dolly once again twisted her own words into a weapon against her. Gentle or not, she knew that's what awaited her if she couldn't fend him off. But she wasn't going to simply let him! She was not going to become his doll!

But at first glance, one could be forgiven for thinking she was. Her feeble attempt at pulling her skirt down only made him laugh as he flipped it back up, making sure her pink panties were left visible. He refused to abandon his firm grip on her hair, and that advantage rendered her otherwise helpless to stop him as he again maneuvered her body how he pleased. She let out a sound, somewhere between a groan and a whimper, as he latched onto her chin, and the redhead found her vision angled skyward as he pulled her back even farther. She knew what he was doing, but she coulkdn't help it; the strain be put on her neck and back was too much to endure. Audrey arched her back to try to relieve some of the pain. She hated herself for it, because she knew that was exactly what he wanted, but she couldn't take the pain.

And when she gave an inch, Dolly took a mile; her shift in position made it easier for Dolly to pull her backwards, her ass pressing against him again... and then, still covered, he slammed himself against her. Audrey's eyes shot wide open alongside a sharp inhale as it dawned on her what he was doing.

"Wh- N-No, don't! Stop!"

It was perfectly fair move by the rules of this particular match, but that didn't mean Audrey was happy about it. Especially because it got the crowd cheering, pleased by the reaction it got out of the redhead, both verbally and visually; Dolly slammed into her again, and this time she could feel the shaking of her breasts as a result of the impact. Her top did a surprisingly decent job at keeping her covered, but it did little in the way of keeping them in place. No doubt her ass was just as bouncy, although she couldn't see it from her angle. A third smack followed quickly, along with a third echo of Dolly's "WOO!" from the greedy spectators. They were already rowdy, as they always were, and this was what Dolly called a preview. It made the redhead shiver to think how they'd react if he'd been actually railing her.

He didn't stop there, either; he simply stopped counting, instead speeding up and ramming her repeatedly. "Aaaahh!" Audrey wailed, more a cry of embarrassment as her chest bounced freely, although he still had that hold on her hair so there was plenty of pain mixed in. Her hands each settled on his, one in the hair and one holding her jaw; she wasn't doing much in the way of trying to pull him off, however, with her focus instead on simply keeping her balance while Dolly sent her curvy body jiggling for the audience.

If this kept up, he'd have no problem at all actually playing with her! Audrey couldn't let that happen. She had to find some way to get him off, to show him she wouldn't just roll over and take it. ...And there was only one thing that came to mind.

In a normal state of mind, Audrey didn't consider herself a dirty fighter by any means, and ordinarily wouldn't even think to resort to anything below the belt. But the combination of panic and humiliation was overwhelming, and she couldn't think. So, while Dolly was distracted, praying he couldn't see from his angle, she raised a foot off the ground. She waited a few moments for an opening, enduring the feel of his crotch slamming into her, and her body shaking like jell-o in response. Then, at one point when she felt him pulling away, she shot her foot upwards, aiming to send her foot, her leg, anything that would reach up into his groin with a much force as she could scrape together.

[DSX93]

Ah, yes! If Dolly had an extra arm, he'd give that booty another smack. Every impact produced beautiful waves of motion. He would've loved to see those titties bouncing too, but there was plenty of time for that yet.

"Wh- N-No, don't! Stop!"

God, this woman is so easy. He didn't even bother with that one. Nor did he bother with the hands that reached for his. He liked the feel of her soft skin.

To conserve energy, Dolly would impose intermissionary periods of slower, more powerful thrusts in between these energetic bursts of jackhammering. The collection of horndogs that composed tonight's audience were quick to find a rhythm; during the second round, in fact. "WOO!" They grew louder. "WOO!" And louder. "WOO!" And louder.

A camera man took a position right in front of them at ringside, capturing an extensive close up of her top's struggle to keep her breasts contained as the pounding started again. At the rate he was going, it was inevitably going to end up losing that fight. The degenerates at home were waiting on it. Salivating with anticipation.

When he shifted to a third round of better measured strokes..."WOO!" The hand that was on her chin reached for one of those succulent pectorals and gave it a squeeze. "WOO!" It snaked towards where the top ended at her cleavage. He flirted with the idea of setting it free for the whole world to see. "WOO!"

But he was undecided. Caught between actually doing it or just teasing the audience -- and Audrey herself -- with the concept for now. After all, this is just a preview.

But before he could make up his mind, he felt a leg, which had found its way to the space in between his, smash the balls that were covered, but pretty much entirely unprotected by that skimpy thong he was wearing. The pain that shot through his body tore a groan from his throat and robbed him of all of his strength, leaving him helpless as he collapsed onto his side.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Dolly's 'preview' was relentless. Audrey lost track of time while he toyed with her, unable to fight back or even resist. It was almost certainly less than she thought, but it may as well have been hours. That was what it felt like as she endured Dolly's teasing. It was, of course, far from the first time she'd been in such a compromising position, but the feeling of shame was there every time. The redhead hardly even noticed the cameraman getting up close and personal, nor the fact that his filming of her chest was broadcast on the large monitors. Audrey didn't bother to consider covering up - she already was, and keeping herself from bouncing wasn't going to do anything to get her out of this.

At least, that was where her mind was at until a hand found her chest and squeezed. Audrey moaned loudly as a sudden and unbidden wave of pleasure shot through her; it was only a matter of time before Dolly discovered that weakness, but she really wished it hadn't been so soon. Her eyes forced shut, dislodging the tear that had begun to form there. She prayed, with the cameras focused on her chest, that neither the audience nor Dolly noticed the small wet spot that had appeared on her panties.

"Get... your hands... off me!"

WHAM.

For a brief moment, Audrey felt a spike in pain as her hair was pulled back harshly, but then all pressure was gone. She fell forwards onto the mat as Dolly crumpled into a ball behind her; her leg to his crotch had finally gotten him to break his grip.

Audrey spent a few moments on the mat, rolling around to stretch her stiff back, fixing her skirt and her top, and just catching her breath, glad that that experience was behind her. He'd rendered her helpless too easily.

She rolled over and spotted her opponent, still on his side, his own hands tending to his injury. Something in her mind clicked, and all the embarrassment of the last several hours (minutes?) was replaced by urgency. On instinct, she got to her knees and dived for him. She created an opening, and she couldn't waste the opportunity!

The redhead found herself kneeling over Dolly, the male on his back, throwing punches wherever she could reach. His chest, his stomach, his face, his sides, his shoulders. She wasn't much of a striker, but right now it didn't matter. All she wanted to do was hurt him. "You like being handsy, huh? Well, how do you like this?"

After several minutes, Audrey would begin to slow down as she tired herself out... but she refused to stop. Any time she was on top of him was time that he wasn't on top of her.

[DSX93]

What the hell was that? What were the odds of that happening? She wasn't a big woman, and she was on her knees. How in the blue hell did she generate that much force?

Well, she did it, and there he was, temporarily paralyzed by the blow. Like in the beginning, the crowd was split. Some cheered for this moment of comeuppance, while others booed. That's one thing you learn quick in wrestling: Its audiences are a bunch of fickle chucklefucks.

Dolly began gather himself, turning onto his back. When he gets up, this bitch has one hell of a receipt coming her way.

When he gets up.

Just as the femboy began to rise, he was put back down by a fist that damn near went through his chest, blasting the air right out of his lungs. The ability to get more went right out the window with it. That vital lack of oxygen made his arms uncooperative as he tried to raise them to absorb the blows that came next. He'd eventually get them into position to protect his head, but she was going wild, beating him anywhere his arms weren't. True to the fiery redhead stereotype, Audrey did not give a fuck. She just had to hit something.

Eventually, he would be able to get something back into his lungs, and the millisecond he did, he tried to push himself away from that animal. He only got one, maybe two scoots away before one of her fists connected with the side of his head and slammed it down into the mat, knocking him stupid.

She kept this up for what felt like hours. He didn't know how he was still conscious by the time fatigue slowed her down and weakened her punches, but by that then, he had aches and pains that made a part of him wish that he was out. His head, his arms, ribs, chest...She worked him over like he owed her money.

She still had enough in her to cut off any escape attempts, so all Dolly could really do now was endure. Endure and wait for an opportunity.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Boos. The crowd was booing.

Well, some of them, anyway. Likely the ones that were there for the free cam show she'd been providing and had just robbed them of. She supposed, to be fair, there probably were a number of them displeased by the low blow instead, but what else was she supposed to do? Besides, there were some cheers mixed in there, too. So not everyone was against her. Or maybe they were just against Dolly... whatever. None of it mattered right now.

Dolly flipped himself over onto his back underneath her, so she was now sitting on his crotch, but that didn't matter either. All that accomplished was exposing his nose to her fists. He tried to sit up. That wasn't going to happen; he'd already shown once that if she let him gain any ground, he'd overwhelm her. A hard thump to his chest had him back in his place. He tried to slide away from her. His mistake was exposing his stupid skull; a mistake Audrey was quick to punish.

"I did warn you, didn't I?" Her words came out heavy, in between gasping breaths as she slowed down, her energy waning. She started accentuating her words with her fists.

"Into." WHAM.

"The." WHAM.

"GROUND!" WHAM.

Finally, she stopped, resting her hands on his shoulders to help keep him pinned down (and, more importantly, support herself). Her chest heaved with every deep breath as she panted. She'd just about emptied the tank there, and needed time to recover, but it was worth it. Dolly was beneath her, bruised and weakened, in a prime position for her to take control. Fists were not going to win her this fight, but if he couldn't resist, this would end up being one of her easiest, if still embarrassing, wins!

"Now. I do have some mercy. Why don't you tell me what you like and I'll finish you that way." She wiggled her ass on top of him, just to make sure she drove her point home. "Although, I make no promises about making it painless and enjoyable. At least, for you."