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

[DSX93]

During this fine moment of HLA, Dolly's eye returned to the toy box that was off to the side. An evil idea sprang to mind, but for now, he would just watch and allow the sight to work its magic. It wouldn't need long to revive him, and when it did, his manhood would poke the redhead in the back. Marcela would eventually pull away with anime-esque perfection; the single strand of saliva still connecting the two. There was a look in her eye. Heat, with something extra to it. An element of sadism. She was getting off on this.

Marcela turned to him, and they held each other's gaze for a few pregnant seconds. Dolly's smile reached out to his ears. He knows now that he's chosen wisely.

"I've got an idea. I want you to go to the box and pick out whatever stands out the most for you to put on."

Her pretty brown eyes flashed with understanding, like she'd just read his mind. To make sure their plaything didn't get too uppity while she was having her looksee, Dolly, still having a hold on her arm and ponytail, would bring her back down to a prone position, with him seated on her lower back.

Now what would she use? Double-ended dildo? Nah. Wouldn't really work for this. Feeldoe? She doesn't have have muscles to keep it in for very long. Another strap-on? No. Oh, wait a minute. Oh, look at that!

and it vibrates! Nice. She lifted it up high for the audience to see, getting them nice and riled up in anticipation for what was about to happen next.

"Lovely choice!"

"But I can't put it on just yet!" Marcela needed to take her pants off first. Nice and slow, moving to the rhythm of a song that only she could hear. She moved those hips in a circle, turning round to give both her and Dolly a nice look at her ass. A red thong would leave plenty of those plump, spankable cheeks on display.

Aaaand she spanked that ass. Maybe she really is reading his mind. Either way, she didn't mind all the attention at all: Thousands here in the arena, millions watching at home. She was grooving with the same comfort of a one-on-one striptease. He had to ask...

"Oh, you're in the business, aren't you, baby?"

"Nope!"

Shocker. No, really.

She bent way over, shaking it from side to side, back and forth. Her pants were at her ankles now, followed by the thong. The crowd was loving it, and she was loving it in turn. The thrill of being watched by so many was already heating her up inside, but..."I need some help getting ready for my end." She'd say after turning to face the two competitors. Then, with one foot right over the other with each step -- like she was on a runway -- she made her way back to them, with predatory eyes looking down at Audrey.

"And I think she's got what I need."

Oh, fuck yes. He's just met this woman, but he's already loving her.

Dolly understood the assignment. He got onto his feet and brought Audrey with him, lifting her up until she was on her knees. With him holding her in place, Marcela would close in, stopping when her well-trimmed pussy was just inches away from her face, ready and waiting for her to tend to it. One hand reached out to glide through her hair, as smoothly and soothingly as one would a lover, finding its way to the back of her head and finally settling over Dolly's.

"You hear that, Vita? She thinks you've got what it takes. You can't let the people down, now can you?"

He would shove her into Marcela's muff before she could answer.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

As Marcela pulled away, Audrey gasped for breath. She had been thorough with that surprisingly passionate kiss. The glistening fluids on Audrey's chest and lips hadn't deterred her in the slightest. Audrey felt like she'd just had whatever little energy remaining sucked out of her.

The redhead remained mostly still, with Dolly still holding her by the hair, and a grip on one of her cuffed arms keeping her from shuffling too far. This wasn't enough for her captors though, as once Marcela stood up, Audrey was forced onto her stomach, with Dolly mounting her from behind to let his body weight keep her down. She groaned at the weight and discomfort, her bare breasts mushing down against the mat.

But Audrey didn't resist; doing so would only drain energy further. She could just lay there and rest a little while longer. Or so she thought, until the audience begun to cheer and whistle at whatever implement Marcela had selected to continue dishing out punishment. She turned her head, watching this lucky spectator-turned-participant stripping herself in the ring with the skill and grace of an off-duty film star. And she didn't stop there; the red thong that covered next to nothing soon slipped down her legs as well.

It wasn't until Marcela began to strut back towards them with a hungry gleam in her eye as she stared down at the redhead that Audrey realized she'd been staring, along with everyone else in the crowd. Even in her weakened, vulnerable state, it seemed she wasn't immune to a cutie performing a strip tease. But now, she was pulled back to reality, and to her knees, thanks to Dolly yanking on her hair, a sad, tired whimper escaping her lips.

Dolly pushed town on her head, sinking her just a bit lower as Marcela approached, and suddenly Audrey knew what they were expecting of her. She tried to lean back, but now with two hands - one from each of her tormentors - in her hair, that proved ineffective.

She was instead pushed forwards, her mouth pressing hard against Marcela's lips. Audrey squirmed, her seed-soaked breasts bouncing lightly back and forth, and she attempted to reach forwards to push against the other woman's legs, but the handcuffs kept her arms behind her back.

She whimpered into Marcela's pussy, which wouldn't likely serve to help her free herself. There was only one way she expected to get herself out of this... and so, with her eyes closed, she tentatively traced her tongue along her opponent's crotch.

[DSX93]

"Mmm!" Marcela welcomed the initial contact with some gusto, thrusting her hips forward into Audrey's face. She closed her eyes, fully taking in the sensation of the redhead testing the waters, so to speak. The "hello, how do you do" before she dove in properly. She hummed her satisfaction, enjoying the tease, but waiting eagerly for more.

And she waited. And waited. And waited. Audrey would maintain that same pace, transforming it from coy and introductory to languid in the Latina's perception. It got a raised eyebrow that would've made Dwayne Johnson proud.

"Is that it? You're in LAW, and that's the best you can do when you're eating pussy?"

Dolly, having been watching this with some vested interest, almost salivating over the sight, picked right up on that. "Don't worry, babe. I think she just needs a little motivation." And what form would that motivation come in? One hand at her breast. Squeezing and kneading, fingers pinching and tugging at her nipple. Rougher now, her punishment for disappointing their audience. The other went between her legs, with two fingers slipping inside to begin the search for Lady Grafenberg. His were well-traveled and familiar with the territory; it wouldn't take him long. But in the meantime, and all the while, his thumb would work her clit, amping up her torturous ecstasy even further.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Naturally, Audrey's pace was slow and hesitant because sticking her tongue into Marcela's waiting lips was not something she was keen on doing. It was bad enough that she'd had to taste Dolly, but now this random stranger, too? It didn't matter how cute she was; Audrey was not in the mood to be flirtatious. Marcela may have known that - Dolly surely did - but she also wasn't in the organization; perhaps she had the skewed view that a girl had to be into things like this, and be good at them, at a moment's notice regardless of how your match was going. Audrey was in no hurry to live up to her expectations.

And the frustrated grumbles the redhead received soon after backed up that story.

"Is that it? You're in LAW, and that's the best you can do when you're eating pussy?"

If Audrey didn't have her mouth shoved so hard into Marcela's crotch, she'd have thought to snap back. As it stood, however, she was in no position to form words. Which ended up not mattering anyway; her nipple came under attack as Dolly cupped her breast, teasing her less sensually now and sending her into shivers. Her breath from her gasp-moan into Marcela's pussy warmed her face as she responded instantly to the tease. Her hands still cuffed behind her back, she squirmed in attempt to shake him off, but all she succeeded in doing was sending her other free breast bouncing.

She squealed again as Dolly ramped her up further, his fingers finding her own entrance and digging away. Sandwiched as she was between the two, there was nowhere for her to go to get away. And, indeed, it did not take Dolly very long to find what he was looking for. Between the teasing of her nipple and the fingers inside her, she'd begun to slowly leak again as she fought back the urge to give in to the pleasure.

In the meanwhile, she knew why she was receiving this. It was hard not to shove her tongue further into Marcela, still with little direction but now with far more intensity as she hoped compliance would grant her some mercy...

[DSX93]

Marcela was no wrestler. She managed a guy, though. The same man who'd been taken away by security just before this match started. A hopeful who was looking to make it into LAW, but with his record, he was only going to be getting signed on as femdom bait. She was the very reason why he was winning most of his matches: Seducing referees, distracting his opponents, blasting them with brass knuckles when she had the chance...But he was ungrateful. He wanted to do things the honorable way, which she could've gotten behind if he was getting wins. But honor doesn't put W's on that board.

But Fabio had served his purpose, which was getting her here. Unbeknownst to him, she was already in talks to offer her managerial services. To who? She didn't know. At first. But it certainly wasn't going to be him.

She hadn't even heard of Dolly Blitz. But apparently, he was a big enough name to merit a main event showing in his first match in the company. That was enough to catch her attention. And his participation in Hentai...that could be fun too. She'd attach herself to him and ride it out. Likely move on to someone else -- while certainly not useless, he didn't strike her as the most competent man around. But she'll cross that bridge when she gets there.

One thing Marcela did know, however, was how crazy a place LAW could be. The truth of that was right there in her being allowed to get in the ring and have her way with one of the wrestlers. Her name hadn't crossed any dotted lines yet.

"Now this is more like it!" The technique wasn't there, which made the Brazilian wonder if she'd managed to cross paths with one of the few straight women in this Sapphic sea. But Audrey had that proverbial fire lit under her ass, and it drove her to bury her tongue deep inside and lap away at her like her life depended on it. Much like Fabio would do.

"Eat it like you love me!" On some nights, it wouldn't be enough, and she'd have to fake her satisfaction. But sometimes, things were in alignment, and she was horny enough for it to work.

The audience of thousands here in the arena roared their debauched approval of the scene that was unfolding, cameras moving into the perfect places to capture shots of the action. Of Audrey's bouncing breasts, of her struggle with being sandwiched in between Dolly and Marcela. Of Marcela's toned, shapely hips bucking into her face, resulting in the redhead's face being coated with the juices leaking out of her as she made her steady advance towards the finish line.

Thousands here, and millions at home. They were all loving this. Marcela was feeling like the sexiest woman alive!

Was this one of those nights? Hell yes, it was!

Meanwhile, Dolly kept fondling and thrusting away with his fingers, picking up speed and intensity with each passing second as "encouragement". By now, he had a certain something else up and ready to start thrusting away at her. The femboy would get real close, letting it poke against that bubble butt she's got. He wanted her to know what was coming.

He leaned in to pepper her neck with kisses. So sweet, in contrast with the violation his opponent was suffering through right now. He'd create a trail that led up to her ear. Ending there so he could say to her, with absolutely no chance of her missing it: "You're loving this, aren't you? Being used not only by me, but by these fans." He wouldn't pull her away, not giving a damn about whatever her answer might be. To their ears, the sloshing of her juicy pussy in the face of his relentless assault on her insides, her g-spot in particular, told the truth of the matter.

"I can hear how wet she is! Oh, fuck!"

"Would you like it if I brought someone else in here? How about a whole group?" A few seconds later, he thought of an even worse scenario. One that had his whole face lit with evil delight, just at the prospect of putting that idea into words. "Hell, why don't I just make you go Bonnie Blue mode? You'd love that, wouldn't you, Vita? Or should I say Bonnie Red?"

His fingers kept working and working, until "Bonnie" was just about to go flying over the edge. And then they'd stop. A cruel denial of the ecstasy her body sought, even if her conscious mind refused to acknowledge it.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

"Now this is more like it! Eat it like you love me!"

If Audrey's tongue wasn't so busy digging deeper and deeper into Marcela, she would have gagged. In fact, her gag reflex in general was surprisingly absent, considering the things she was normally forced to taste, present company being a perfect example. The redhead had never seriously given thought her orientation; she simply wasn't thrilled regardless of what was being taken into her mouth by force. Or coercion, as it were.

But whether force or coercion, Audrey was proven to be susceptible to both. Dolly had chosen the latter tonight, stimulating her not just to tease her, but to offer teasing in return. In some ways, this was worse than having a dick shoved down her throat - at least then, all she had to do was endure. Here, she had to actively play a part in her own humiliation, her tongue flicking by her own mental command to draw juices from Marcela. On the other hand... having a dick down her throat deprived her of even the feeling of control. It was hard to decide which was worse.

Though she had zero idea of how to perform in a matter that any self-respecting woman would call even 'adequate', it seemed she managed to reach the level of 'acceptable', evidenced by the fluids dripping down into her mouth. And she didn't really have any choice but to swallow it as it came, because Dolly did not let up on the 'encouragement'. Not that he would know when Marcela was finished until she said so, anyway.

And that was just the cherry on top of a humiliation cocktail right now. Remnants of Dolly's seed had been mostly licked off her face, but what remained on her chest had begun to dry despite her sweat. Said breasts remained exposed, nipples hard as Dolly worked them over, though for the moment, only visible to anyone behind Marcela who could see between her legs. Dolly's relentless teasing had her body overheating with stimulation. That was only made worse as he practically draped himself over her, making damn sure she could feel just how excited he was for his turn.

His kisses on her neck were like tiny electric jolts, forcing her to gasp for breath with each one, and she couldn't even turn her head away. Tiny moans escaped her lips in between laps, the pleasure she was receiving contrasting sharply with the embarrassment of having it done in front of live, cheering spectators. But she couldn't fight back, her body betraying her desires, the physical sensations eroding her mental resistance as he pulled her closer to her own climax, her moans increasing in volume to signal the imminent explosion.

And then it stopped. The teasing ceased, and with them, the taunts rang through her ears. Taunts about how she secretly enjoys being a plaything for an entire audience to get off with. The nickname, given with cruel endearment. She groaned in lieu of being able to shake her head at the comparison. Audrey's body was crying for a release, but the desire was quickly draining away. Without the stimulation, her brain re-focused on the reality of her predicament; she was there to pleasure Dolly (and now Marcela), and there was nothing she could do to change it.

[DSX93]

"That's it!"

Marcela was loving this. When it came to Hentai wrestling, this was what she liked to see the most.

"Just a little more..."

Subjugation. Simple domination got boring to watch after a while. What really got her going was those wrestlers who could break their opponent so thoroughly, render them so helpless, that they'll do anything. Endure anything. And here she was now, getting to share in exactly that. Poor Audrey's misery was exhilarating: The more moans the redhead failed to choke back, the deeper her protesting groans, all reverberating through her sweetest spot, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her...

"Fuck...y-YEEEEESS!"

...The hotter it got. Until the dam finally burst, spraying all over Audrey's face. Dripping down her chin, and onto her bare breasts to mingle with the mess Dolly had made earlier. Her legs shook and shook, losing their strength until she finally dropped to her knees, level with the redhead. Riding the high, she wasted no time, hungrily claiming Audrey's lips. One hand at the back of her neck, bolstering the effort Dolly was already making to prevent her from squirming away, the other seizing one of her large, sensitive breasts just as possessively. Squeezing and tweaking the nipple before she broke the kiss to....Oh, looks like Dolly's ready to get back into the game.

He hooked his arms around hers and rose to his feet with Audrey in tow. Keeping her bent forward, he maneuvered her in between the top and middle ropes, sticking her halfway out of the ring so the increasingly raucous crowd could get a closer look at their toy. Marcela didn't know what he was going for, but her thought process was nonetheless aligned with his, to perfection.

"You should use the ropes to..."

The two paused for a brief moment, then shared conspiratorial grins. He took one arm, she took the other. Brought them up to the top rope, where Dolly re-hooked them. It was time that she felt

"Hold on."

There was one more thing they needed to make this perfect. Marcela waved a nearby cameraman over. He knew exactly what position to take. "Yeah, right in front of her. Make sure you get a good shot of her pretty face. Just look at the mess! You should zoom in on that!"

And right on cue, Dolly took to using one arm to keep Audrey's arms in place, using his free hand to grab a fistful of her hair and pull, making sure that she couldn't look away. And Marcela reached for his manhood, guiding it to Audrey's vulnerable pussy, and while she was at it, grabbed a breast and brought the nipple to her mouth, licking and sucking away as Dolly slid into her entrance, moaning his approval of what greeted him. She was nice and tight. Even more so now: He'd timed this masterfully, intending for the mere act of penetration to be the thing that sent her over the edge.

And he wouldn't stop there, with the crowd shouting their approval as he pumped away.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Dolly's teasing was leaving Audrey's body hot and sweaty, despite her wishes otherwise. She'd always had difficulty resisting more sensual tactics, and the more they leaned towards the sexual end of the spectrum, the harder it was for the redhead to refuse.

A sudden rush of liquid hit her face, doing absolutely nothing to cool her off, but causing her to whine anyway. Audrey continued her tonguework on habit alone, knowing Dolly wouldn't allow her to stop until Marcela was finished. The juices dripped quickly down her face, onto her chest, flowing like a waterfall until Marcela finally collapsed in front of her.

But Audrey wasn't allowed to catch her breath; Marcela almost immediately leaned in to capture her lips, heedless of her own juices staining them (or perhaps because of it?). A hand on the back of her head kept her from even turning away; again, not that she had anywhere she could go. The other hand found her breast, sending a sudden jolt through Audrey's body that made her twitch in surprised arousal, and drawing a loud but muffled yelp from her claimed lips.

And when she was finally satisfied, Audrey's torment rolled ever onwards; Dolly dragged her to her feet, her arms still locked by his behind her back, and she found herself bent forwards and leaning her gut against the middle rope. Her exposed breasts hung and swung freely, and the crowd's camera flashes were suddenly very bright.

Then she was pulled back up, her upper half on the wrong side of the ropes, her arms never leaving the grip of her captors. Just like that, she'd been maneuvered into and entangled in the ropes, effectively trapping her in a humiliating position, the crowd on this side of the ring granted an unobstructed view of her full body. But the audience on the other side needn't despair; Marcela waved a cameraperson around to ensure her position was broadcast to the screens above. At arguably an even less flattering angle, at that. As the camera pointed upwards, the image displayed to the spectators showed Audrey looking down, peeking passed her massive breasts into the lens, looking just as hot and bothered as she felt.

But that wasn't even the worst of it. A tug on her hair drew another cry as her head was forced back. What she saw was Marcela right in front of her, leaning down to take a nipple into her mouth and immediately making Audrey squeal and squirm. That denied climax came storming back with a vengeance; Marcela had clearly noticed her sensitivity. She'd caught sight of one of Marcela's hands reaching between her legs before her eyes squeezed shut; she hadn't realized why until she felt Dolly poke her thighs and slip into her, guided inside by her hand.

"Ghh-! Aaaaaahhh!!"

All of Audrey's pent up heat exploded at once - the humping from behind on all fours, the titfucking, the fondling while she pleasured Marcela, all of it burst out of her the moment Dolly penetrated her. Her wail echoed loudly even over the roar of the audience, her river soaking Dolly's manhood, Marcela's hand, and her own thighs and legs as it dripped freely down into a new puddle on the mat below.

To punctuate his control, halfway through Audrey's release, Dolly began pumping. Audrey didn't even have time to begin to subside before a second surge began building inside, overwhelming her senses and leaving her with nothing but a tingling uncontrollable pleasure sending her body violently trembling in place!

[DSX93]

"Mãe de Deus!" Marcela said with mocking laughter that was mixed in with some heavier breathing as she released Audrey's tit, delighting in her "suffering". "She was aching for it!"

The squelching that was joined in with the sounds of slapping flesh filling the ring would rob the redhead of any plausible deniability. The body wants what it wants, and while there were many who hated him, none could say that Dolly was anything less than a master of the female form. And already, she was well on the way to yet another release of pent-up heat.

"Your tits! Now your pussy! Fuck, it's like we were meant to be!" And indeed, he wasn't far behind. It was like the Little Wee Bear's porridge: Just right. Squeezing him exactly the way he liked the best, with every single thrust as he upped his pace and fucked her harder and harder, losing himself in the mind-numbing sensation.

"This is what a cum guzzling whore looks like, folks!" And to emphasize her point, she stood up to raise her soaked hand to Audrey's face, floating it towards her mouth, but stopping just short of her mouth, fixing her with a deadly glare. "If you bite me, I'll break your fucking neck, cadela!" With that said, she proceeded to shove it inside as their plaything squealed away from Dolly's increasingly relentless pounding, her glare turning into a predatory grin.

"You love that, don't you?"

Dolly certainly did. Every invasion of her sopping wet orifice brought him ever closer to an eruption. And closer, and closer, and closer...until finally, there was no holding it back anymore, and he filled her to the brim with his seed.

Brazilian Portuguese to English Translation

"Mãe de Deus!" -- "Mother of God!"

"Cadela" -- "Bitch" (loose translation)

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

There was indeed no denying it - whether or not Audrey wanted it mentally, her body did physically. If her fully erect nipples didn't give it away (a reasonable assumption given how intensely they were bouncing), Dolly had prepared her so well, teased her so masterfully, that just the act of penetration broke the redhead's dam! Just feeling his cock inside her pushed her so much farther over the edge than she'd anticipated. And beginning to pump into her in the midst of her release only intensified the sensation as it was winding down, keeping her flowing and her body twitching.

And once the orgasm finally started to pass, Dolly turned up the heat - and the speed! Audrey squealed and squirmed, her breasts bouncing wildly from the combination of Dolly's penetration and her own attempts to free her arms. But trapped between the ropes as she was, she failed to make any headway. In fact, her body practically pulled him in, and she struggled to hold back the flood already.

"This is what a cum guzzling whore looks like, folks!"

Audrey shot Marcela a tear-stained glare; the only thing she could do in response, with her mouth too busy whimpering and sobbing and panting to give voice to her venom, and her body unresponsive to her brain's signals with her limbs ensnared by her opponent.

The redhead only took note of Marcela's cum-stained fingers a split second before they were shoved into her waiting mouth. Audrey's screams and moans were immediately muffled, but not halted altogether. The taste of her own juices stung her tongue.

She tried to shake her head, but with her limited range of motion she couldn't dislodge Marcela's hand from her mouth. The thought of biting her did cross her mind... but she was in no position to defend herself, and although she fully expected to have to endure some further torment, the idea of making it somehow worse than she was already enduring turned her off of the idea.

At least, until she suddenly felt warm from the inside out, but the thought of retaliation from Marcela was lost among the realization that Dolly had just erupted inside her. Audrey's heartbeats skyrocketed. His release was too much for her - Audrey threw her head back - hand still in mouth - with her eyes closed and wailed as she was pulled into another body-rocking climax of her own!

The familiar feeling of being over-stuffed consumed her, and the warmth trickled down her thighs like tears down her cheeks for all to see.