Torture Rack Match - VIP vs. Lynn Locke

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price vs. Lynn Locke
Torture Rack Match
Rules: A torture rack stands in the ring that can either be put vertical or horizontal. To win, you must strap your opponent's arms and legs into the torture rack. The victor can then do whatever she so chooses with the loser.

The lights shut off and I Like It Rough (Blixx Mix) by Lady Gaga started to play as Vanessa I. Price stepped out onto the stage with the spotlight directly on her. She wore a long jacket over herself as she waited for a red carpet to be laid out for her on the ramp before walking down, looking rather confident and calm as she sauntered her way down to the ring, giving the booing crowd no attention. This was, after all, all about her and her very special match type: The Torture Rack Match.

Spoiler

Vanessa would wave the referee to her as she walked up the steps in order to get her to open the ropes for her to step through. She held her arms up, smiling arrogantly as she walked to the center of the ring where the torture rack stood. Currently, it was upright, but it had the capability to fold back horizontally as well, but what was most noteworthy was that there were straps made to fit around the wrists and ankles of the girl unfortunate enough to be strapped in.

And VIP was certain she would not be such an unfortunate girl in this case. She was facing some girl that she vaguely knew of. Her name, ultimately, didn't matter to Price. She was entirely in this match to be a loser and be placed in this match to be strapped into that Torture Rack and left for Vanessa I. Price to do whatever she wanted to her. And what wicked things she would do to her, too.

Naturally though, Vanessa needed to show off her body, which she was incredibly proud of. She took off her jacket and then handed it to the referee, revealing a bikini styled in a business suit, complete with a collar and tie that rested between her breasts. The rest of the outfit did not leave much to the imagination, and she was feeling the excitement of this upcoming match, and getting the opportunity to show the world why VIP was the woman to watch in LAW. But for now, she would rest in the corner, leaning against it and rested her arm against the ropes and using it to prop up her hand with a fist. She hoped this Lynn would be at the very least an exceedingly attractive woman for her to decimate.

[LunaxUwU]

Lynn was nervous. It was a new feeling and not one she particularly enjoyed experiencing. She adjusted her outfit making sure it was perfect. Even if she couldn’t control the outcome of the match she could control how she looked, and she wanted to look good. The source of her nervousness was not the match itself.

She had fought larger and stronger opponents many times and come out on top easily. It wasn’t the type of match either as a torture rack match wasn’t the craziest thing she had ever heard of, and the opportunity to compete in one with someone was even a little erotically intriguing to her as a Dom. Which brings her to the real cause of her nervousness. Her opponent. Vanessa has been a power house in fashion industry and carried herself in a way that demanded respect. Her mother had met with her a few times during shows and parties.

As a well known dominatrix she was usually the arm candy of her clients and was often invited to parties to be shown a good time by her clients before servicing them afterwards. Lynn knew Vanessa would be no cake walk. She strode to the gorilla position early wanting to see VIP make her entrance.

And quite the entrance it was.

Her eyes locked on to her perfect body as she entered the ring gracefully before lounging in the corner as Lynn often did. Her heart quickened with another emotion she had so rarely felt it was physically jarring.

Admiration.

That was what it was.

She tried to shake it but it returned every time she looked at VIP just as strong as before.

Her cool, graceful demeanor..

Her perfect looks...

Her success in business..

Lynn suddenly felt foolish in her childish, pink , cat eared hoodie she wore over her ring attire.

Everything she did in the ring..
Her whole strategy was to force her foe to underestimate her. If they took her lightly they often left large openings when they attacked, but now..

She wanted to impress her foe..
It was stupid.
She was being stupid.
Lynn shook her head as if trying to physically clear her mind before she blinked realizing her music had begun to play.

Spoiler

She entered the ring to more applause than she was used to.

The audience was usually pretty against her with a pocket of dedicated pervs that worshiped her, and everything she did in the ring. She was surprised until she realized they weren’t cheering because they liked her.

They were cheering because she wasn’t VIP. Lynn has pulled her hood up before entering the arena and she was grateful her face was covered as she tried to force a confident expression.

By the time she slid between the ropes into the ring she was satisfied enough to remove her hoodie revealing her ring attire before draping it over her corner so it didn’t touch the ground.

Spoiler

She would then lounge in her corner as well waiting for the ref to call them to the center. Her expression seemed to exude apathetic confidence that was her usual attitude in a match.

Only in the matches before it wasn’t forced.

The rack loomed ominously at the center of the ring. With out realizing it Lynn rubbed her wrists looking at the racks straps. A bubble of unease welling in her stomach. She then felt the eyes of her foe on her.
She would jump slightly straightening her posture and crossing her hands behind her back like a school girl trying to impress a teacher evaluating them.

Lynn blinked once again realizing what she had just done and tried to slip back into her relaxed attitude with a slight blush creeping into her pale cheeks hopping she had recovered quickly enough for no one to notice.

[Dubski]

Vanessa watched Lynn make her entrance, barely looking like she even cared. Her opponent's entrance wouldn't be anything to gawk over most times. After all, they paled in comparison to her own. No, she was more interested in their demeanor, and how they carried themselves. And this Lynn Locke... Well, she would be a treat.

A tiny smirk became etched on VIP's face as she regarded the girl. Her ridiculous pink hoodie aside, she was hardly the confident being, despite her trying to look like one. She was used to pretenders acting in such a way. It rarely impressed the real deal such as herself. And she was acting strangely, to say the least. She couldn't quite place her fingers on how or why, but Vanessa would be a fool not to take advantage of it as she walked up to the center of the ring beside the torture rack.

Price smirked at it, running a hand along the black steel. "It's a fun device, you know. Leaving you opponent absolutely helpless... Free to do whatever you want to them. Some people have that luxury, such as myself. I don't even need a torture rack to impose my will," explained Vanessa. She then looked at Lynn arrogantly, starting to walk towards her. "Think of all the terrible, wonderful things I'll get to do to you... What was it? Lynn? How I'll be able to explore every inch of that tight little body of yours."

Vanessa rose a hand to rest under the chin of her opponent gently, leaning in close with a smirk. "Doesn't that sound exciting?" she asked, giving Lynn a daring look. She was eager to see just how this girl was going to react to her now.

[LunaxUwU]

Lynn watched as Price moved to the center of the ring admiring the torture rack. Her eyes widened at her foes arrogant words.

Normally Lynn would snap back with a witty retort but under Vanessa’s gaze all her confidence wilted as the thoughts of her touching her body... Neing touched by her...Lynn pressed her thus together for a moment just thinking about it. She suddenly realized what she was doing and stood back up with a blush “I-I wouldn’t..I-I..” She stammered as Vanessa now approached her. Their eyes met as she brought a hand to Lynn’s chin causing her to immediately stiffen, straightening her posture obediently before she realized she had.

“Doesn’t that sound exciting?” Her foe asked bringing her face so close to Lynn’s they could almost kiss. Her eyes dug into Lynn’s own.

Lynn felt violated, Like someone had forced their way into her head. Gotten what they wanted and tossed her aside. She hadn’t felt so mentally broken since...

Her mother...

“Y-Yes Mrs. Price..” she blurted before she had time to catch herself.

[Dubski]

VIP was loving this girl wilting before her very eyes. Any shred of confidence Lynn may have had was stripped away with no effort on Price's part. A bigger smirk crossed her face when she heard her call her Mrs. Price.

She let out a laugh, almost by impulse, at that reaction. This sad girl... She was so willing to be submissive with VIP barely even touching her. She leaned in even closer, pressing her barely covered chest against Lynn's own and then placed both of her hands on her cheeks, the rest of her body pressing her close with the intent to keep her against the corner. "Lynn... Why don't you tell Mrs. Price what it is you want from her, hm?" asked VIP plainly, smirking confidently as she stared deep into Lynn's eyes, keeping herself incredibly close to the girl.

[LunaxUwU]

“I-I..” Lynn stammered as she was pressed into the corner by VIP. Her face in her hands, her larger breasts pressed against Lynn’s. She felt her legs go weak as she felt Prices hands on her cheeks. Her touch..Her eyes piercing her soul and she couldn’t look away.

“I want you t-to..own me..” She said as if she had to force herself to be honest.

No opponent had ever broken Lynn let alone so effortlessly. Her eyes held fear and admiration as they stared back into Vanessa’s.

Her heartbeat quickened as she felt Vanessa’s own steady heart beat against her own.

[Dubski]

It took everything in Vanessa to keep from arrogantly laughing right in Lynn's face at just how pathetic she looked right now. She kept her pressed against the corner, offering a smile to the girl as she pat her cheek with her one hand before feigning curiosity at the paralyzed brunette.

VIP leaned in closer, her forehead against Lynn's as a hand went behind the girl's head firmly grabbing a hold of her hair as she moved her body even more snug against hers. Her other hand moved to wrap around the girl's face as she asked ever-so-curiously, "Lynn, what do you mean by you want me to own you? What does that mean?" Price couldn't help but grin, longing for the girl to explain in detail the extent of her submissive desires.

[LunaxUwU]

“I w-would be your pet. There whenever you desired..” She stammered. Letting out a squeak of surprise as she felt her hair being gripped tightly forcing her to remain staring into those piercing eyes of Vanessa’s.

The closeness was getting to her. Every fiber of her body screamed for her to fight back, but her brain simply ignored it. Wrapped in the bliss of the closeness of someone she so idolized pressing herself against her dominantly.

She couldn’t help her self. Between her legs was already noticeably damp forcing her to push her thighs together to try and cover her shame. Those lips so close to hers. They were smooth, and full.. She almost begged for her foe to kiss her, but caught herself as the words almost left her lips.

The ref began to walk over to break things up and get the match started as it seemed about to be over before it even began.

[Dubski]

VIP smiled even more at Lynn's response. She was enraptured, entirely, and she didn't necessarily understand why it was so easy, not that she'd complain. She was willing to take such an easy victory, because Vanessa felt like she deserved it.

As Price heard the referee trying to break things up, she tilted her head, looking like she was going to give Lynn a kiss, only for the referee to push her away from the submissive girl. Vanessa knew what she was doing--and knew the referee would force her away from Lynn before she could give her a kiss that she knew Lynn desired. Instead, Vanessa smiled slyly and said to Lynn only two words: "Prove it."

And with that, VIP turned and walked to her corner, sauntering away in a sexy manner that Lynn got to take a good look at her tight ass as she made her way to her own corner, and when she arrived, she rested her arms on the top ropes and crossed her legs, simply smiling a big smile at Lynn Locke. And then the bell rang, officially signalling the start of this match.

[LunaxUwU]

Lynn remained in her corner. She seemed to have an idea come to her and she began frantically looking in her hoodie pockets.

Turning her back to Vanessa completely. If her foe approached to attack she would turn around right before they got to her and stop them with a small black note book and a sailor moon pen that played the beginning of the theme song when you clicked it.

If her foe remained lounging she would approach her with the pad and pen.


“Um can I get your a-autograph before I go o-on to the rack?” She asked glancing at the torture rack with obvious dread.