The Angel’s Wrestling Club
Introduction:
Imogen discovers a hidden secret in her new gym.
Grabbing my hand towel and water bottle I stood up and began walking back towards the changing rooms. This was only my second time at this gym. I had recently moved just over 200 miles for college and had decided that this was the best time to get in shape. It wasn’t that I was overweight or anything, I stood at 5 foot 4 inches and weighed around 100lbs. I had always been a small, petite girl, but after climbing the four flights of stairs to get to my dorm room and arriving at the top practically breathless I knew this was a sign that I needed to do some working out. Luckily for me, my boyfriend of the last 18 months, Jason, had been accepted into the same college as me and we were both rooming together. He missed out on college the first time of asking and after resitting a few exams finally got accepted at the age of 21. This was another blessing as I was only 18 years old so sometimes found it a chore to buy alcohol, and I wasn’t exactly the type of girl to flash my boobs at barmen or bouncers.
I shot Jason a quick message to say I was ready to be picked up and strolled out of the weights room. This gym was huge. I didn’t even know how many floors it had, but as I walked past the various spa rooms, cardio rooms and court rooms, it suddenly dawned on me that I was lost. I had found my way around during my first visit as I had been accompanied by a personal trainer, but now that he wasn’t here it was almost like I was wandering through a maze.
The further I walked the more desolate my surroundings became. I could no longer hear the clanging of weights or the motivational music during a spin class. In fact, all I could hear was my footsteps. Even the décor seemed more desolate with its chipped paint, exposed pipes, missing tiles and cobwebs. Feeling I had accidently wandered into a part of the gym which was no longer in use, I began to walk back when I suddenly heard what sounded like a bunch of people cheering.
“Huh?” I said quietly, glancing back down the hallway. I started to walk again towards the source of the noise when I found a set of double doors against the wall. Hesitating for a moment, I leant forward and gently pushed them open. I was greeted with a small set of stairs which turned sharply to the right. I bit my lip and peered back down the hallway before tip-toeing down the stairs and allowing the doors to close behind me.
I followed them down as the sounds of jeers became louder. I could also hear grunts and yelps and the sounds of a scuffle as if somebody was being thrown around on a rubber mat. As it turned out, this assumption was correct. My eyes bulged as I was greeted with a surprisingly large room. It was dimly lit and consisted of around two dozen people, men and women, encircled around a large mat, and on that mat were two women wrestling. They were completely naked and were rolling around entwined amongst one another with intense athleticism and energy. It soon became clear that one of them was struggling. Her face was flushed a deep crimson and her blonde hair was matted and clung for a moment to the mat as she was tossed over with ease. She did not have control of the situation at all and was being manhandled and clearly dominated by the other woman. This woman was slightly older and had brunette hair a few shades lighter than my own. Her long, slender legs suddenly wrapped around her prey and locked her in place as the blonde girl moaned sharply in exasperation. It sounded like she was moaning “no…no!” but it was hard to tell.
“What the fuck..?” I mumbled, eyes still wide as I peeked over a string of plastic chairs which were set up to make the room resemble a mini coliseum. The brunette appeared to be groping the blonde girl’s breasts which caused her to squirm in discomfort and her face to crinkle up. The crowd went wild at this sight and were urging for further abuse. My hand shot to my mouth as the brunette effortlessly flipped the blonde so that she was bent over her knee with her ass in the air. She then delivered a quick series of harsh spanks which caused her ass to jiggle and her legs to kick up and down. The sound reverberated around the room as the blonde wailed in pain. “Stop! Stop!” she begged as her hair was roughly pulled back which forced the blonde to look up and into the eyes of her abuser.
“What do you say?” the brunette asked sweetly, a sinister smirk on her face. Despite her obvious victory she was breathing heavily. I could see her body rising and falling even from here.
“I surrender…you win…you win…” the blonde gasped, utterly defeated.
“And what does that make you?” the brunette asked, clearly loving this.
“A loser. I’m…I’m a loser,” the blonde moaned quietly as she was finally released and slumped to the ground in exhaustion. I could see that she was coated in sweat from the light which reflected it as she lay there.
The brunette stood up and rolled the blonde over onto her back with her foot.
“Pathetic. You’re all talk, you know that, right?”
The blonde girl nodded. She looked very uncomfortable as the winner walked to the edge of the ring and retrieved something. It was a strap-on dildo.
“You’re lucky I didn’t match your offer, but the points are more important to me. But then again, you wouldn’t know anything about the importance of points, would you? What are you again? 18th? 19th in the league?
The loser remained silent. I couldn’t help but feel scared for her as the winner’s question lingered in the air like a bad smell. However, it seemed that she accepted silence as an acceptable answer. She suddenly clicked her fingers and lazily motioned down towards the strap-on dildo which was now fastened over her waist.
“Get it nice and wet for me. It’ll benefit you, unless you want me to fuck you dry, that is?”
The blonde barely hesitated as she crawled over to the victor and began noisily slurping and choking on the plastic cock. The crowd went wild as the brunette grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and gripped her throat to keep her in place as she began thrusting the cock past her lips. I watched in amazement. I could not believe what I had stumbled into! All I could do was stare in astonishment and await what punishment would occur next. I was mesmerised and I had no idea why. But I didn’t have time to linger on this as I glanced up the look at the winner only to see she was staring right back at me, a smug grin plastered on her face.
I gasped and ducked down.
“Shit! Shit! Oh fuck!” I stammered as I suddenly stood up and dashed back up the stairs, not daring to look back over my shoulder. I raced back down the desolate hallway towards the sound of weights being clanged and heavy footfall on the treadmills. I followed the sound and soon recognised my surrounding as I rushed across the floor and towards the exit.
It was now pitch black outside and I drank in the cold night air with delight. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I glanced around and noticed Jason’s car.
“Someone’s been working hard,” he said as I fell into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut.
“Yeah…yeah good workout,” I replied quickly as I brushed my hair with my hands. A quick glance in the rear view mirror showed how flushed my face was.
“Everything okay?” Jason asked, eyebrow raised.
I nodded. “Yeah, of course!” I smiled as I leaned in to give him a kiss.
***************
“Imogen!” I said for the umpteenth time that night. The last of my flatmates had just moved in and we were all out having dinner to get to know each other.
“I’m Isabelle, nice to meet you Imogen!” the new girl said. She seemed a little timid and I hadn’t really seen her chat to anyone else yet. She had wavy blonde hair and a similar body type to me. Her boobs seemed to be a little smaller than mine though, maybe a C cup? She had piercing blue eyes to match the purity of her hair which acted as a stark contrast to my hazel ones. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt and ripped denim jeans.
“So, what are you majoring in?” I asked, taking a sip of my in-house wine.
“Law…and you?” she replied after following my motion.
“Literature, I’m a literature student.”
“Ah nice! Yeah, aren’t you the girl who’s rooming with your boyfriend?” Isabelle asked.
“Yeah that’s right, we got kinda lucky really. But by the looks of it he’s the only guy in the flat!” I said, looking around. He wasn’t here tonight. He was claiming he had a stomach bug but I just think he felt intimidated being the only male around.
“I’ve seen a few others around, not sure which floor they’re on though,” Isabelle said.
As the night wore on, I found myself to be really clicking with her. I was glad of this, the other girls all seemed lovely but there was something about Isabelle that I liked. It was like I saw a bit of myself in her.
“Do you…have you joined any clubs or gyms around here yet?” I slurred, the wine taking its toll on me now. We had moved onto a club where we wasn’t asked to show ID. The other girls were on the dancefloor but Isabelle and I were on a couple of stools near the bar.
“N-no, I mean not yet. I used to play Tennis though,” she stammered back as I felt butterfly’s erupt in my stomach.
“Listen, if I tell you something, do you promise not to freak out?” I asked, turning to face her and planting my hands on her knees.
Isabelle’s eyes widened. “Oooh, spilling secrets already, Imogen?” she laughed as I bit my lip.
“Nah, no…it’s silly,” I shot back, acting moody as I wrestled the straw in my drink with my tongue.
“I’m sorry, go on, please,” Isabelle said, gripping my arm. I faced her again and grinned.
“I was in the gym today, the one near our accommodation place, and…well…I got lost…and then-and then I found this room…and two naked women were fighting each other…” I finished slowly as Isabelle’s face twisted in confusion.
“Huh? You saw what!?” she laughed as I tried to compose myself.
“I’m serious! I saw it! And there were loads of people watching and-“
“And this was in your gym?” Isabelle cut in.
“Yeah! It was crazy!” I lamented as I took my phone out and saw a message from Jason: “What time will you be home? X.” Typing as accurately as I could I shot back: “This place closes at 3am so around then x.”
“Show me. Right now, let’s go see!” Isabelle asked, her eyes wide. “It’s that one that’s always open, isn’t it? Two blocks away?”
She was really coming out of her shell now. I didn’t have her down as an adventure seeker when I first met her.
I hesitated for a moment and grinned. “Let’s do it!” I smiled as I jumped out of my seat, took Isabelle by the arm, and led her out of the club.
***************
“Shit…this is spooky…” Isabelle said quietly as I shone the torch from my phone across the decaying walls and dusty ground. I had really regretted my decision to wear heels. Luckily for us, the gym was pretty dead so nobody took any notice of our attire, or the fact that I had slipped my pass back to Isabelle to let her in.
“Here…yeah…this is it,” I finally said. I had sobered up slightly now and I think Isabelle had too.
I pushed against the set of double door’s I had run out of just a few hours prior and cringed as the creaking echoed down the hallway.
We descended the steps together and turned right once more.
“Here,” I breathed, casting my phone’s torch around the room.
“It does look like a wrestling ring…but they were naked?” Isabelle whispered next to me.
I nodded. “Completely.”
We made our way down the steps and checked out the ring…well; maybe ring wasn’t quite the right word as it was just made up of a series of black rubber mats.
I noticed a backroom hidden by a curtain and tip-toed over to it. Isabelle followed my lead as I slowly pulled the curtain across the rails, the clicking of the ring against the rail was almost too loud to bear in this silence.
Isabelle flicked on the torch on her phone as well and we both began exploring.
A chart instantly caught my eye which looked like a leader board. Somebody called Amii was in first position by 7 points according to this. Could this be the league rankings the winner of the fight I witnessed had mentioned?
“Oh my god…” Isabelle said as I turned to face her. She was holding up what looked to be a harness when I suddenly released it was actually a strap on dildo. The dildo itself was thick and black and wobbled gently as Isabelle held it up to me.
“No way!” I gasped, looking around and spotting whips, chains, handcuffs and other dildo’s littered around in the various boxes and shelves.
“See! I wasn’t seeing things! This is the shit that-“, I began, when suddenly the overhead lights turned on with a loud droning noise.
My eyes bulged and Isabelle dropped the strap on dildo which flopped against the cold floor. We both stared at each other like a Deer in the headlights.
The click’clack of heels against tile filled our ears as whoever had flicked the lights on made their way down the steps towards the wrestling mat.
“What do we do!?” I hissed as Isabelle threw her arms up in the air.
“Come on out please,” a woman’s voice called out, cutting through the air like a blade. My blood turned to ice and I’m sure Isabelle’s did too.
“I’m not going to ask you again,” the voice said. It was a dominating voice which reminded me of a strict school mistress.
I gulped and peered out from behind the curtain to be greeted with the woman from earlier, the brunette who had won the fight!
“Errm…I’m sorry we just….I…” I mumbled, stepping out of the backroom as Isabelle follow suite.
The woman’s eyes lingered on me for a second and I’m sure I saw her mouth begin to curl into a wicked grin.
“This area is off limits.” She said bluntly, “what are you doing here?”
“We…we got lost,” I said, rather weakly as I saw her eyes glance down to my feet. I was still wearing my heels.
“Hmph, make a habit of that, do you?” she asked. She recognised me.
“We’ll leave, if that’s what you want,” Isabelle suddenly piped up.
The woman turned to her. “Are you a member of this gym?”
“No,” Isabelle replied.
“Then go. Now!” she ordered as Isabelle and I shared a quick glance before she began to head off.
“Not you, young lady. You are a member of this gym. Maybe we need to go over a few house rules first before you go anywhere,” she said, a menacing tone in her voice.
I couldn’t believe my eyes as Isabelle continued walking away and left me rooted to the spot. I saw her ascend the stairs, nervously glancing over her shoulder as the woman continued to glare at me in silence. When the sound of the double-doors closing echoed throughout the room, the woman finally spoke.
“I’m Amii, and you are?”
“Imogen,” I croaked.
“Imogen…you were here earlier, how much did you see?”
I gulped. “Nothing, honestly! I didn’t-“ I began, only to be cut off by Amii’s laughter.
“You’re not in trouble, Imogen. I’m glad you’re here. Fresh blood is exactly what this club needs.”
I looked back at her, bewildered.
“Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t know, or that you’re not interested. This is a sex fighting club, one of many. You liked what you saw, and you came back for another look, correct?”
“I…I don’t know anything about-“
“So are you bi? A lesbian?” Amii interrupted again.
My mouth was dry as sandpaper as I struggled for words. “I’m straight. I have a boyfriend.”
Amii smiled again and crossed her arms.
“Oh Imogen, I should bend you over my knee, lift up your skirt and spank you for lying to me. Let’s just say you’re bi-curious then. No straight girl stumbles upon two naked girls fighting and then returns to the scene 5 hours later, do they?”
I shuffled my feet nervously and twisted my hands together. “Listen, Amii. I’m really sorry for sneaking in here. I promise I won’t do it again. Please, can I just go?”
“Oh of course you can!” Amii said, stepping to one side. “You’re not my prisoner, feel free to leave. You’re welcome back anytime, of course. Your friend too, providing she becomes a member of the gym.”
“Erm, thanks. Thank you,” I smiled awkwardly as I shuffled past her whilst half expecting her to pounce on me. But she didn’t. I did however feel her eyes burning into my back as I made my way up the stairs and out of the room.
***************
I threw my purse onto the kitchen table as Isabelle made her way over to the sink and poured herself a glass of water. By the looks of things, the other girls still weren’t back. I checked the time: 12:45AM.
“I’m going to call it a night,” Isabelle said as she slowly began to shuffle over to the hallway. “It’s been nice meeting you tonight, I can safely say I haven’t been that scared in a while!”
I scoffed and grabbed a roll of paper towels off the side before launching them at her. “What about me! You little shit!” I laughed as Isabelle dodged the projectile.
“Hey, she asked me to leave so I did!” She laughed back.
“Yeah well maybe next time help me out a little, yeah?” I shot back with a grin still on my face.
“Yeah, yeah! Night, loser,” she called out before heading down the hall and out of sight.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my purse before heading down the opposite hall towards my mine and Jason’s room. I fumbled with the key but managed to unlock the door and creep in, trying to be as quiet as I could as I figured he’d be asleep.
I set my purse down and flicked off my shoes before rubbing my feet which were throbbing in pain. I could hear music blaring out from the dorm above as I crept into the bathroom and slipped out of my dress and bra leaving me in just my pink panties. I kicked my clothes to one side and made my way across the small living area and towards the bedroom, my DD sized boobs bouncing rhythmically with each step I took.
As I got nearer to the bedroom I could hear noises from within and figured Jason must still be up. I grabbed the handle and pushed the door open. It took my eyes a second to adjust as the only light was from a dim lamp in the corner of the room. My brain seemed to have trouble processing the image that I saw. I stood, speechless as Jason flicked his head around to look at me.
“Imogen!? What are you doing here!?” he cried.
The girl riding him looked up too, her face in initial shock but it quickly turned into a smug smirk. The covers were in a heap on the floor. Both Jason and the girl were naked and as the girl reared up, I could clearly see Jason’s cock buried in her pussy.
“Yes, Imogen, just what are you doing here? Apart from ruining my orgasm, that is” the girl replied sternly but with a hint of sweetness which made my skin crawl. She had light ginger hair, pale skin which had multiple tattoos staining it, perky pale breasts and was roughly the same size as me.
I stared gobsmacked and stricken between Jason and this mystery girl. Tears welled up in my eyes and I took a step back and had to grip the door handle for support.
Jason made a move as if to stand but the girl pushed him back down. “No! Stay where you are, do you understand!?” she barked at him as I covered my mouth with my hand.
Jason mumbled something to which the girl replied, “What!? I can’t hear you!”
“Y-yes…Mistress Zoe,” Jason said more loudly this time.
“Good boy,” the girl, Zoe, went on.
“Imogen, I would normally invite you to sit in the corner and watch. But instead, I’m kindly inviting you to fuck off,” Zoe smiled, tilting her heard to one side as I burst into tears and fled the room. I grabbed my dress from the bathroom floor and tore open the door leading to the hallway outside before collapsing into a heap, sobbing relentlessly.
It took me a few minutes to remember I was more or less naked. With shaking hands I managed to throw on my dress and make my way down the hall. Jason did not come out to check up on me.
**************
I awoke in that moment of bliss where you can’t quite remember why you’re sad, but then it hits you like a brick. I raised my head up which was now pounding relentlessly as I looked around the dorm room.
“Hey…you okay?” Isabelle’s voice croaked from next to me. I had spent the night in her room and was wearing one of her oversized t-shirt’s she used as night-ware. I had fallen asleep in her bed, crying as she cuddled me.
“Not really,” I mumbled quietly as Isabelle stroked my hair.
“What a fucking dick he is,” Isabelle said after a few moments. “You deserve so much better.”
“I know I do,” I groaned, managing a wry smile.
“Why don’t you go and grab a shower, I’ll make us some food?” Isabelle said as she sat up straight next to me.
I turned to look at her. “I could do with another ten minutes here…why don’t you shower first?” I said as she grinned at me.
“Lazy shit,” she grinned as she strode over me and went into the bathroom.
I waited until I could hear the shower running before hopping out of bed, grabbing my keys and leaving the flat. I walked quickly, my bare feet slapping against the carpet as I made my way back to my flat. Pulling the oversized t-shirt as far down as it would go over my bare legs, I finally reached the door and unlocked it.
I stepped inside, heart hammering against my chest as I dared myself to cross the room and into the bedroom again. Prepared to scream bloody murder, I threw open the door. But it was empty.
I curled my fists into balls and looked around the room. The mattress which my parents had bought us was stained in various juices which must only have come from the episode last night. I grimaced as I forced myself to look away when a piece of paper caught my eye. I reached down and picked it up. It was a housing accommodation form in the name of Zoe Belgrade.
“Zoe…” I breathed as I scanned the form which detailed her address and living arrangements. I crushed it into a ball before heading back to Isabelle’s room to grab my phone so I could call a taxi.
***************
I stood outside of Zoe’s home breathing heavily. I didn’t have a plan, but I needed answers. It was 8AM right now, surely there’s nowhere else Jason and Zoe could be.
I crossed the road and made my way up the path. It was a pretty large detached house; definitely not student accommodation.
Not daring myself to hesitate or slow down, I rapped my knuckles firmly against the glass pain in the door.
I waited. Butterflies erupted within my stomach and my chest felt as though it was on fire. My legs turned to jelly when I saw a figure approaching through the frosted glass. I heard a soft click and the door opened.
“Imogen, what a nice surprise!” Zoe grinned at me. She was dressed in a silky pink night gown. Her nipples were erect and poking against the thin material. Her feet were also bare which made me assume this was all that she had on.
“Where is he?” I demanded, my voice cracking as tears began to flood my eyes once again.
“Who? Your boyfriend? He’s in my bedroom…why?” Zoe answered, feigning confusion.
I laughed in utter disbelief, rolling my eyes and smiling in mock amazement. “Just who the fuck are you anyway?” I snapped, taking a step forwards so I was now stood in her home face to face with her.
Zoe frowned. “I think you and your boyfriend have some talking to do,” she said with an exasperated tone to her voice. She stepped aside and I instinctively marched down the hall and up the stairs.
“Jason!” I called out, following the path until I saw another open door.
“Just what the fuck is-“ I began before stopping dead in my tracks. Jason was naked and tied in an X shape to the bed. He had a vibrator tied to his erect cock which buzzed monotonously through the air.
“Imogen…please…don’t look at me!” he wailed as I stared in disbelief. I tried to form words but nothing came out.
I suddenly received a harsh shove in the back which sent me to my hands and knees.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Zoe, now naked after having discarded her robe.
“What the fuck is this!?” I cried as I got to my feet.
Zoe ignored me and instead spoke to Jason.
“Jason, are you ready to complete your final task?” she asked as she pushed the vibrator harder against his cock.
“Yes Mistress! Oh fuck yes mistress!” he moaned.
Zoe untied him and relieved him from the vibrator. Jason looked up at me, a pained expression on his face.
“Jason…what the fuck is going on…” I moaned, trembling as the duo stared at me with hunger in their eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Imogen,” Jason said as he suddenly leapt at me. I screamed and tried to shield myself as he grabbed me. Zoe dashed over to me and began pulling at my clothes as Jason ripped my jacket off of me.
“Get off me! Get off!” I cried as Jason threw me onto the bed. With the help of Zoe, they managed to pull my jeans, panties, socks and shoes off in one fluid motion.
I made a break for the door but Jason grabbed me. I wrestled with him as he pushed me against the wall, knocking off several framed photos in the process. He picked me up and held me in a fireman’s pose, my asshole and pussy now on show to the world.
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” I screamed, punching his back as he slammed me into a chair. I grunted in pain as Zoe and Jason both advanced once more, grappling with me and managing to pull off my shirt and bra. Jason then held me in place as Zoe fastened my wrists and ankles to the chair which rendered me completely immobile.
“Wha-what are you doing to me!?” I cried, now as naked as the both of them.
Jason glanced at Zoe as if for support.
“Jason has been my sex slave for the past 6 months.” She stated blankly. “We met online and I often give him tasks to complete. Many of these tasks have involved you, Imogen. I have countless photos of you naked. Countless videos of you having sex. Ever thought that Jason has asked you to do something a little…different? That was because I requested it. He is a loyal sub and one I hope to mould into the perfect pet. The last piece of the puzzle, however, is you. I need Jason to prove to me he loves me more than you. And what better way than to turn you into a cuckold?”
“You are fucking insane!” I said slowly, tossing about in my bonds trying to escape. “Why the fuck have you undressed me! You’ve already fucked in front of me you did it last night!!”
Zoe smiled. “Because, Imogen. I want to see how turned on you get. I want to see if you like what you see. And if you do, you might both get to become my sub.”
My blood turned to ice. I turned to Jason. “Jason…please…you cannot be serious!” I implored.
“Slave,” Zoe began as she got on all four on the bed in front of me. “Mount me,” she instructed.
Jason wasted no time and got behind her. He guided his cock into Zoe’s pussy from behind and gently eased himself into her. They both groaned at the initial penetration before Jason picked up the pace.
Zoe shot her hands out and gripped my bare legs before digging her nails into them.
“Yeah harder! Fuck your mistress harder!” she moaned, never breaking eye contact with me.
Jason gripped Zoe’s petite waist as his pace and rhythm increased. Soon, I could hear the wet squelching of the penetration over the slapping of Jason’s stomach against Zoe’s ass.
I bit my lip and tried to look away, but every time I did Zoe nipped me harshly on the leg causing me to yelp and snap back to attention.
“Stop slave, stop!” Zoe commanded breathlessly as he pulled out of her and she got on her back. She positioned herself so Jason had to climb on top of her directly in front of me but he did so regardless. He then began fucking her missionary style which caused the bed to rock and bounce dramatically.
Zoe raised her slender leg and rubbed her bare foot over my boobs before raising it higher and rubbing my face. I tried to lean away but this was to no avail as she pushed against me. Her toes caressed my lips and I found it impossible to escape. Eventually, they found their way into my mouth and I choked on her foot, gagging and spluttering as it filled my mouth and stretched my cheeks.
I sat there powerless, gagging on Zoe’s foot which was now half inside of my mouth whilst I watched my boyfriend pound away at Zoe’s pussy. She wriggled her toes in my mouth, practically dancing on my tongue and taste buds.
Suddenly, she withdrew her foot which left me retching. Her body seemed to spasm as Jason rolled off of her as I saw her pussy gape and quiver before sending clear juices squirting over me.
I screamed in disgust as Zoe’s orgasm coated my naked body, splattering me from head to toe. Potent tasting droplets even flew into my mouth and landed on my lips.
Zoe screamed in pleasure and writhed around on the bed as if possessed.
“Oh fuck! Good slave, good slave!” she moaned.
“Let’s fuck her…let’s fuck your precious girlfriend together…” Zoe growled after several more moments as I caught Jason’s eye. I looked down and saw his cock glistening in Zoe’s juices.
“No…no Jason please don’t do this!” I begged as Zoe sat up and, without warning, traced her finger up and down my pussy. I grimaced as she pulled her finger away to show it wet and glistening in my own juices.
“Look slave…she’s wet. She likes what she’s seeing…” she smiled.
Jason looked between Zoe’s finger and my pussy and seemed to make up his mind.
I struggled valiantly against my bonds as Jason grabbed me and began to untie me. Meanwhile, Zoe stepped off the bed and walked over to a wardrobe.
“Jason, please!” I begged. “What are you doing!? This isn’t you!” I pleaded as he finished untying me and tossed me onto the bed.
I froze in fear as I saw Zoe climb back onto the bed with a long, thick, black strap on dildo attached around her waist. It was exactly like the one I had seen Amii wearing.
She grabbed my arms and pulled me back which allowed Jason to slide underneath me. She held me there until he had successful lined his erect cock up with my pussy and had pushed himself in with ease as I grit my teeth and scrunched up my face. She then released me which caused me to fall forward into Jason’s embrace.
Next came pain unlike anything I had ever felt. Hearing only the sound of Zoe spitting on the dildo attached to her, I gripped the bedsheets in anticipation as she began to ease it into my asshole.
“GAH!! NO PLEASE NO!” I wailed, trying to squirm but finding it impossible as I was locked in Jason’s arms.
She didn’t let up, pushing further and further and further until she couldn’t go anymore, destroying my anal virginity as tears streamed down my face. Zoe then grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me back as Jason gripped my hips and began thrusting up and down in rhythm with Zoe thrusting back and forth.
“AH! AHHH NO PLEASE NO!” I begged, my boobs bouncing around in a circle from the force of the double penetration. I curled my toes and gripped the bedsheets so hard my knuckles turned white.
“Submit to me! Submit to your new mistress!” Zoe cackled as she let go of my hair and instead jammed her fingers into the side of my mouth and pried it open into a huge, toothy smile.
“AG AG AG AG AG!” I grunted as the two of them picked up pace, slamming into me relentlessly.
Zoe gripped my hair again as I leant forward and began dribbling down my chin. I could feel myself becoming light headed. My entire body felt weak, every nerve ending on fire.
“Oh fuck!” I finally gasped as Zoe’s grip tightened on my hair.
She spanked my ass so hard the sound left my ears ringing. I yelped and lost my focus as my stomach began to convulse.
“Cum for me!” Zoe snarled in my ear, so close to it her lips grazed it as she spoke. “Cum for your mistress!” she hissed, reaching around and taking each of my nipples between her finger and thumb.
“I…can’t…hold it in!” I moaned, hating myself for wanting to cum so bad.
“Please…please let me cum…mistress please!” I blurted out as Jason suddenly withdrew from my pussy. The last sensation was too much. My eyes practically rolled back as my legs began to tremble. I let out one last whimper as I came hard and shot a hard spray of my juices directly over Jason’s cock which caused him to spurt out thick, gooey ropes of cum.
“Oh fuck!” I trembled, losing control of my arms and legs as I crumbled down and tumbled off of the bed. I landed on my back with my legs in the air which were shaking above me as I continued to squirt with such force it splattered over my feet.
Drool trickled down my cheek and towards my ear as I continued to spasm as if processed. Zoe grinned down at me in triumph, relishing in the moment.
My pussy quivered and pulsed as it spurted out the last few droplets which trickled down into my gaping asshole.
“Had enough?” Zoe laughed, eyebrow raised.
“Yuh-es M-M-Mistress…” I gagged, still shaking.
“Hmph, too bad. I’m just getting started.” She scoffed as she made a move towards me.
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“Imogen!”
“…huh..?”
“Hey, wake up!”
“Wh-what? Hey…what’s going on…” I mumbled, forcing my eyes open and looking around. Isabelle was stood over me wearing a towel. Her hair was dripping wet and was plastered over her shoulders.
“We have our college induction in less than an hour! Go grab a shower, hurry up!” She laughed, practically dragging me out of bed by the arm.
A piece of paper fell off next to me. It was Zoe’s letter I had picked up from my flat.
It had been a dream…but it had felt so real! So real I was still a little disorientated as I turned the shower on and tossed the t-shirt Isabelle had let me borrow to the ground. I must have sat down when I got back to Isabelle’s room and just fallen asleep…
I looked down at the panties I was still wearing and bit my lip.
“Oh fuck…” I mumbled as I slowly peeled them down my legs and held them up. They were glistening in clear juices which had left streaks down my legs. My pussy was wet, very wet.
“No way…no fucking way…” I whispered, my legs shaking either through nerves or arousal.
My mouth was bone dry as I dropped my panties to the floor and shakily stepped into the shower with a million thoughts whizzing through my mind.
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I spent the following few days rooming with Isabelle. I didn’t mind this too much as we had become good friends. Her room was a little smaller as it was only intended for one person which meant we had to share a bed, but it was a double bed and we were only small girls so we didn’t really mind so much. I hadn’t even spoken to Jason, despite the numerous missed calls and texts he had sent me. I had seen him around campus though but hadn’t seen Zoe since the night I had caught them together.
A few confusing and troubling thoughts had also been clouding my mind. I guess there were triggered by what Amii had said: “No straight girl stumbles upon two naked girls fighting and then returns to the scene 5 hours later, do they?” Coupled with the dream I had, this was not helping my stress levels. As well as this, I had also caught a few sights of Isabelle which had drawn my attention. As I said, this was a small apartment occupied by two 18 year old college girls. I had often awoken to Isabelle getting dressed or allowing her towel to fall off her slender frame and crumble around her feet. I couldn’t help but be drawn to her feminine figure. I had seen the breasts of my friends from back home a few times, I mean, it’s just what happens within a close circle of friends, especially when alcohol is involved. All it takes is a last minute costume change before a party and you’re staring at your best friend in nothing but a thong. But there was something about Isabelle which caused funny ripples of feeling to erupt in my stomach.
I tried to ignore this as best as I could as I was sure this was just a phase. It had been a stressful week for me, what with moving all this way to college away from my friends and family and then walking in on my boyfriend cheating on me.
All of these events had caused a sense of sexual frustration to develop within me, and I had even found myself masturbating in the shower on more than one occasion. During these moments I had been watching porn on my phone. It had started with the standard male and female, but then switched to lesbian the following night. The night after that, I had found myself searching for “sex fights”. This was my go-to category now, and I had even found myself counting down the hours until I could chill out in the shower in Isabelle’s room and peruse through a few of these videos. The only issue with this is that I would then leave the bathroom and climb into bed next to a scantily clad Isabelle.
It was around a week and a half after my initial two visits to the sex fighting ring that I decided to go back. I had just finished a particular tough workout and adrenaline was coursing through my veins. I knew the arena was literally a two minute walk away from where I was and the thought of going back caused my heart to race like crazy. Isabelle had also joined the gym at this point, but was not here on this particular day.
I was wearing a sports bra and tight leggings. My chest was glistening in sweat and my hair was a mess. A part of me wanted nothing more than to roll around on the mat with another sweaty girl and I wasn’t entirely convinced that this was just the adrenaline talking.
Not caring that my face was shiny and that I probably stunk of sweat, I shoved my belongings into a locker and walked away from the weight lifting room and down the desolate hallway once more. As luck would have it, another fight was taking place.
I descended the steps again and settled into a seat just behind the last layer of people. This time around it was a brunette girl and a black haired girl fighting it out. The brunette looked to be around my age and was slender with small boobs. The girl with black hair was older and had a much curvier figure with huge boobs to match. The fight looked uneven, but I felt that this was due to the younger girl not being experienced and not knowing how to properly take on her opponent.
“Welcome back,” a voice cooed in my ear causing me to jump. It was Amii.
I shrugged, trying to look cool. “Thought I’d check it out again, seeing as though I’m here.”
Amii grinned. “So, your second fight. What do you think?”
“What are they playing for, more points?” I asked.
Amii nodded. “Yeah, but that’s not all. This is a high stakes match. Don’t let the name put you off, they’re very common.”
“High stakes? What does that mean?” I asked.
“So, they’re playing for points like always, but the loser has to go through with a forfeit. If Jasmin, the brunette wins, then Brooke, the other girl, has to forfeit $300.”
My eyes widened. “$300? That’s good money,” I said as Brooke proceeded to drag Jasmin several feet by her hair before pinning her down with her foot.
“So what if Brooke wins?” I asked. This seemed to be the most likely outcome as she was now grinding her bare ass into Jasmin’s face. She had a tight hold of her hair to keep her head in place as Jasmin’s legs thrashed out comically behind her.
“Sex slave, two nights,” Amii said bluntly. “Another common forfeit. But yeah, total servitude for 48 hours.”
I squirmed in my seat. “There really is no holding back here, is there?”
Amii laughed. “I would say it’s all in good fun, but it really isn’t. Losing is never fun. Losing and then becoming the bitch of whoever kicked your ass is certainly never fun.”
“Do you know this from personal experience?” I asked, eyebrow raised.
Amii looked at me. “Not exactly, but maybe that’s a story for another day.”
This peaked my interest. Had Amii lost before? Had she been somebodies sex slave? She seemed so dominant it was hard to imagine.
“Male or female, who would you rather fight?” Amii asked suddenly.
I shrugged. “Female, I guess?”
Amii shook her head. “Wrong. Girls are tough in the ring. Men, for the most part, are pathetic. You know why? Because they have cocks. All you gotta do is grab it and give it a few jerks and they’re throwing in the towel, begging to submit to you. Weak, very weak-willed.” She mused.
We sat watching the fight for several more minutes. Jasmin was finished but was refusing to submit. Brooke was just toying with her at this point; slapping her ass, sitting on her face, pinching her nipples…
Amii must have seen something in my face as she asked: “Would you have done something differently?”
“If I was Jasmin? Absolutely. She’s smaller and skinnier. Brooke has the curves, the boobs, the strength…but Jasmin has the speed. She can wear Brooke out by just dodging her and then maybe going for the back of the leg to tackle her and get her to the ground. At one point I was convinced Jasmin wanted to lose. She isn’t putting up a fight at all. But she’s stubborn and refusing to submit, and that makes me think that fighting, or sex fighting, isn’t really for her. Look at Brooke, see how much her tits throw her off balance every time she turns quickly? Why hasn’t Jasmin picked up on that?”
Amii laughed. “So tell me this, Imogen, if that was you in the ring with Brooke, would you beat her?”
I glanced sideways at her. “Yes. Absolutely.”
Amii smiled. “Ever been in a fight before?”
“Never, no. But I consider myself to be smart and stronger than I look.” I said as Brooke resumed her place upon Jasmin’s face. Only this time she was fingering Jasmin relentlessly, bored of the showboating and just wanting to get her prize back home for 48 hours of fun.
“I want you to fight. I see something in you, an energy that can take you a long way. I want to arrange a fight for you, and I already have a few suitable opponents in mind.” Amii said sternly.
I had been expecting this. “Who like?” I asked.
“Two of them are guys. One is going 7 losses to 0 wins. The other is brand new. The new guy is your age, probably your weight too but a little taller, weak as anything. The guy with the losses is a bit older. He’s muscular which means you need to use that body of yours to make him melt, so to speak.”
“And the forfeits?” I asked, mouth dry and heart racing.
“The older guy, if he were to win, would take you to the changing rooms and fuck you doggy style before cumming all over your tits. His words not mine. The skinny guy is looking for a blowjob and swallow.”
“And there’s no girls who want to fight a newbie?” I asked.
“There’s a few, yeah. But I have one in mind. 3 matches and she’s lost them all. Not as heavy or strong as Brooke but would offer the perfect challenge to build up your experience.”
“And the forfeit?” I asked once again.
“Foot fetish. And a big one. You’ll be tasting and smelling her toes for days after she’s done with you. It’s a scary one, as submitting to somebodies feet could crack open any submissive traits you have buried away inside of you.”
“If I were to do this…it would be the girl,” I said, voice shaking slightly.
Amii smiled and nodded. “Or if you’re feeling really brave, captain of the College football team. He has a grudge match coming up with a rival College soon where he wants the winning team to have a girl waiting for them in the locker room. But he’s only interested in College girls.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because it’s all a big grudge match. What’s more humiliating than getting beat by your rival and then having to offer up one of your own girls to pleasure the entire team? All whilst you and the rest of the losers have to just go back home empty handed!”
I thought about this for a few moments. “Wait…so are there more sex fighting rings around here?”
Amii laughed. “Yes Imogen, yes there are. On our network we have 36 with most of them being in College cities.”
“This is a lot to take in!” I laughed, leaning back in my chair. Jasmin had finally submitted and was being led out of the room on her hands and knees after having a collar and leash strapped around her neck.
“So…” Amii said, “…fancy a go yourself, then? Does the Angel’s Wrestling Club have a new member?”
I laughed nervously, hesitating slightly before turning to her: “Sign me up,” I said.
