Superstar Squash Women

THE_BROOKE: I have been challenged to a match by Isabella. She wants to send me back to the jobber ranks, but I am determined to stay as a Superstar. I walk down the aisle to the ring. Wearing my blue attire trimmed in pink. I climb through the ropes and wave to the crowd. Nervousness painted on my face as I look up the aisle awaiting my opponent

THE_BROOKE:

Isabel_the_Immaculate: The challenge was accepted immediately. Brooke... A Superstar?! I don't think so. She's a jobber and that's where she belongs. And it's my personal duty to make sure she stays there. When I hear her music, I bounce on my toes backstage, waiting for my own entrance. Hers finishes, and my song begins... I'm ready. To dominate, to crush...and to conquer. I jog down the ramp, towards the ring, in my purple-y pink outfit, and as I get there, I look at Brooke. The smirk is plastered across my face. Ready to crumble, Brookiebaby?

Isabel_the_Immaculate:

Isabel_the_Immaculate:

Isabel_the_Immaculate: I'm even gonna do it without any boots on

Jillian_Mercer: Has Isabel always looked that hot? I whisper to Lucy next to me

THE_BROOKE: I stretch on the ropes in my corner as you enter. The determination and confidence on your face giving me a moment of pause. I note that you don't even bother wearing any boots. And the arrogance of it makes my blood boil. She's not going to take me seriously at all. I come out of my corner and move to the center of the ring. My gaze fixed on you. My arms raised and ready to lock up

lucysamson1982: I nod slowly with a blush "always did...when she was humiliating me"

SkinnybitchAditi: She did when she beat me up in Venus today as well

Isabel_the_Immaculate: I smirk and lean on the top turnbuckle at the corner looking arrogant, as I see Brooke look at me with fire in her eyes Perfect... I whisper to myself as the bell rings, the match getting ready and the crowd getting into it as well. The telegraphed classical lock-up posture comes right away, and so does mine. I slowly make my way towards Brooke, hands raised, legs slightly widened. But then... Bwaahahaha! REALLY!? Oh pl-... All of a sudden, I lash out a stomping kick with my sole, aimed at Brooke's bare stomach in hopes for a smacking kick to start off the bout...-ease. You thought FOR REAL I was gonna go with the lock-up?!

THE_BROOKE: my eyes watching your arms as you move to the center of the ring. I study them carefully. Sizing you up as I look for my opening to engage you. Suddenly a loud smack is heard, followed by a pain filled wail. The pit of my stomach burns as your foot connected just below my ribs. I reach out to grab your hips as I slowly fall to my knees. A weak grunt heard as I double over. My left hand holding my stomach,my right hand on your thigh. My head lowered in pain as I kneel before you

Isabel_the_Immaculate: I giggle as I stand above you while you're on your knees, looking down at you with spite... But also some admiration is clearly present. So, Brookiebaby... I say with a cold arrogance in my expression as I grab your hair, gripping it with my left hand and slightly pulling you up a few inches... You were SO brave to take this challenge. SO brave. I really admire you. But that's where the admiration stops. Now... I pause as I lash out a resounding SMACK with my right palm across your face, as well as letting go of your hair simultaneously so you'd be smacked entirely sideways....it's time to fucking humiliate your ass, once and for all.

THE_BROOKE: my head is jerked up as you grab my hair. Forcing me to look up at you from my knees. As you do condescending refer to me as Brookiebaby. My scalp burns as you yank me up. Forcing me in an awkward position, halfway between kneeling and standing...just as I try to adjust my legs to try to stand and relieve some of the pressure... your hand strikes me. The crowd awwed into silence as the smack echoes through the building. The impact snapping my head to the side, and as you release my hair my whole body shifts to the side. Causing me to splat to my stomach on the mat. My ear ringing, I try to adjust my eyes to find the ropes. I reach out for them as I crawl on my stomach away from you

SkinnybitchAditi: Awww poor Brookiebaby!!! Getting her ass whooped as usual!!!

lucysamson1982: Shaking my head ar Aditi..."this could be a demolition"

Isabel_the_Immaculate: Where do you think YOU'RE going?! I say with a strict tone in my voice, walking briskly after you as you're crawling away towards the ropes. I grab the back of the waistband of your wrestling pants, and HOIST you up and back, pulling you away from the ropes by the waistband of your own pants. I put you back down on the mats, right in the middle of the ring, just to really drive home the fact that there is no escape from the punishment you're about to be given. And... To add injury to insult, I put my bare foot on your bare midriff. My soft sole keeping you down in a hard way, the irony complete

THE_BROOKE: I reach out for the ropes is desperation. Then the ropes get further away. You pick me up by my waist band. Like a puppy getting pulled back into the litter by it's momma. My arms and legs dangling as you drive me back to the middle of the ring. My ass slightly exposed as you stretch my favorite tights. Once you get me to the middle you drop me like a bag of groceries. I hit the mat with a thud that knocked the wind out of me. .. then I feel the pressure of your bare toes digging into me as you plant your foot on me holding me in place. My arms flailing like a beached tortoise trying to catch a wave back into the ocean

Isabel_the_Immaculate: I giggle almost sounding a bit crazy, as I move my feet down towards the back of your knees and step on them. Both of them. Toes gripping into the back of your knees through the fabric of your pants as I lean back, lifting both of your feet up to wrap each one of them around my own leg, hooking them and trapping them while your legs are bent up at your knees. Then, I'd lean forward to grab the back of your arms, before starting to lift your upper body up, aiming to REALLY bend you backwards!

THE_BROOKE: that giggle of yours making my blood turn cold. It sounds so evil...and I know I am the victim. You step off my back, leaving behind toe prints as you shift your feet to the back of my knees. My kneecap pushing painfully into the mat as you put your weight on it. I try to reach back to try to pry your legs away as you wrap my legs around yours. Then you grab my arms and I scream out in pain as you pull back. The joints in my shoulders buzzing and getting numb as you stretch me. please Isabel... please!!! Arrhghh

Isabel_the_Immaculate: I don't even fall back to fall onto my back to get you into the ceiling hold. I just... Stretch you. Brutally. Your abdomen is getting viciously stretched and pulled at, and your folded legs trapped in my legs while you're getting stepped on isn't exactly helping your cause. I lean down, whispering into your ear as I stretch you. This could only go one way, Brookiebaby. Did you really think you stood a chance? Did you really think... You'd get out of this ring without getting utterly humiliated? And don't you DARE tap out yet...

Isabel_the_Immaculate: Oh wait! You can't!! I giggle even louder when pointing that out!

THE_BROOKE: I look out into the front row, seeing the smiling faces on the fans as I hang here in pain. My shoulders feeling like they are going to explode, my knees feeling like they are going to pop like balloons under your bare feet. I can even feel your toes digging into my skin as you balance yourself. My screams of pain are temporarily halted as you whisper into my ear. It's a truth I don't want to accept, but it's my harsh reality. You set me up for a game a simply cannot win. And at the moment...I can't even lose as you point out that I can't tap... The gravity of the situation hitting me as tears fill my eyes. Running down my beet red face. Dripping onto my attire. The drops turning the blue a darker shade. My screams return, only now they are a higher pitched wailing. My head bobbing around as I try to support it. My entire body wrecked in pain and getting numb. Even as I want to submit, my painful state making me unable to form words and I simply babble gibberish as drool runs from my mouth like a baby

lucysamson1982: *feeling a little shiver watching from the crowd as Isabel just destroys and humiliates poor Brooke*

Isabel_the_Immaculate: Torturing you is fun, but even mean girls like me like some variation... So I let you go. Letting you fall limply back onto the mats. Letting your feet flop back down as well...but I stay standing on your legs. And as you lay there, flat on your stomach, you can feel me walk forward. Not with my feet on each side of you - but ON you. Literally using the muscles of my soles and toes to curl them into you as I balance myself, walking up your thighs, on the cheeks of your ass through the fabric of your pants, on your bare midriff, skin on skin, and all the way up your shoulder blades...and even the back of your head, bare feet pressing your face down onto the canvas. You're nothing more than a sweaty, crying little yoga mat underneath my feet, Brookiebaby!

THE_BROOKE: I fall forward as you release me. My head literally bounces off the mat before it comes to rest face down. I grunt weakly as the blood tries to circulate to my extremities. All except my legs as you continue to stand on them. Suddenly I feel you moving and I expect you to step off me...but you don't. Your feet move up my body, your toes digging into my thighs for balance as you tread along me like a ballerina on a balance bar. Your ful weight digging into my small ass. Then the slap of flesh on flash as your bare soles step on my lower back. Trouncing up my body. I try to lift my head as you stand on my still numb shoulders. Your toes painfully digging into my traps. Then... just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, any more humiliating. I feel your foot on track of my head. Stepping down, the ball of your foot curving around my skull. My face pushed hard to the mat, forcing me to wallow in my own tears which have stained the mat. My legs finally getting enough blood flow back to kick. Although my head is getting squished under your barefoot. With nothing I can do about it as you literally just completely walked all over me

Isabel_the_Immaculate: I stand on the back of your head for a few seconds, balancing as if I'm doing a balancing exercise at a gym but using your head instead of a ball. My feet disheveling your already sweaty hair, all while I'm spotless and not even sweating one drop yet. I finally get off of your head and back away, wanting you to recover a little and get back to your feet. Wanting you to get your hopes back up...so I can crush the living shit out of said hope

THE_BROOKE: my face pushed into the mat as you balance yourself on the back of my head. Your toes digging into my scalp. I can feel my hair pulled as it gets matted around your toes. I fear my skull is going to crack if you keep this up. You finally step off, and I... Do nothing, laying on the mat stunned, in pain... humiliated. I try to process this all as I lay trembling on the mat. Slowly I begin to crawl to the ropes and pull myself up to my knees. I look over to you...my spirit broken...I fall back onto my ass as I collapse against the ropes

Isabel_the_Immaculate: Come on, Brookiebaby. Have your shot at me. Come on. Get up. Get that monkey off your back! I taunt vividly, standing in the middle of the ring, willing you on to attack me, to get your hopes up.... Or else I will come over to you and BREAK your whole freaking body in half.

THE_BROOKE: I look up as you taunt me, asking me to attack in such a mocking tone. You just stood on my head in the middle of the ring. Now you want me to attack. I pull myself up to my feet, my legs still like rubber as I use the ropes to hold myself up. I try to muster up whatever dignity I have left. Whatever fighting spirit I still have. I lean back and bounce off the ropes. Charging forward as fast as I can on my worn out legs. I extend my arm as I head your way. Hoping to knock that arrogant smirk right off your face with a clothesline

jobber_doll: i have a lump in my throat seeing Brooke so dominated in a match... i can barely watch... not even speak... oh god, Brooke resist... i softly whisper in a shiver...

Isabel_the_Immaculate: Come on... Cooome on... There we go Brookiebaby... Come on... I'm egging you on like a mommy teaching her baby how to walk, and as you run towards me aiming for a clothesline, I get exactly what I want. The smirk stays on, as I attempt to simply sidestep your sloppy ass clothesline

THE_BROOKE: I swing my arm ....and I completely miss. My arm goes flying right past your head as you sideswipe me. Leaving me confused and facing the other other direction with my back to you as I try to figure out what happened

Isabel_the_Immaculate: Bingo... My eyes open wide with glee as I see you with your back turned against me, confused and probably drained of energy. In a perfect setup for my favorite thing to do, I reach forward and grab each side of your pants, with both hands... and YANK them down your legs!

THE_BROOKE: there is a part of me that is wondering if I actually DID hit the clothesline. After all I don't see you standing at my side...but where.... just then I feel a breeze where I shouldn't feel a breeze. Shooting straight up between my legs as you yank my pants down right in the middle of the ring. My whole bare self exposed to the crowd. I lift my hands up to my face stunned for a moment. Although this leaves me completely exposed. Once I realized that I quickly move my hands down to cover myself. Then I try to reach for my tights to pull them back up. As I do this I also try to turn around to face you. In turning around I trip on my pants which are around my ankles. Falling down to the mat face first. My bare ass up in the air and exposed

Isabel_the_Immaculate: I can't help but laugh when I see the result of the pantsing. Along with the laughter of the crowd, I giggle and point at you when I realize you've been going commando underneath those pants. Oh my! Bad day to wrestle commando, Brookiebaby! I giggle as I see you fall face first onto the mats, bare ass literally the highest point of your body right now, sticking out like a sore thumb. I quickly move over to you, placing one foot on each side of your head, making sure to pin your hair to the mats in case you wanna get back up. I'm facing your ass... And what do someone like me do to a bare ass like that?

Isabel_the_Immaculate: ...I smack the living hell out of it!

Isabel_the_Immaculate: SMACK! SMACK!!! SMACKKKKK!!!

THE_BROOKE: the rush of air from the arena hits me as I end up in the worst position possible. My ass in the air for all to see. The laughter of the fans ringing in my ears as I try to sit up. I feel my hair pulled as you step on it to hold me in place. Then your hands come down and crack my cheeks.over and over, the fans going wild with every slap. Each crack echoes through the arena. My cheeks getting redder and redder. At first hand prints appear, then it just turns red as a shiny apple. My feet kicking off the mat as I whimper. Getting put through the most humiliation I have likely endured in the ring. Trying to pull my head back...which just causes me more pain in my burning scalp please Isabel... please I begin to beg as my ass feels like it's on fire

Isabel_the_Immaculate: I think it's time for some old...relics... to return. I suddenly say as the smacking stops, after having turned your ass as red as a tomato. I step off of your hair, my feet having turned so damp from the heat between us that they drag a few strands of hair with them when on my sole as I step off. I then grab your hair to lift you up, to your knees, forcing you to kneel in front of me... Bare-assed. And perhaps even worse for you - bare-crotched as well. Everyone...seeing everything down there. And all of a sudden, you see me reach into my own bottoms. Taking something out of them. Something you've seen before... The old collar you used to wear, as a proof of me owning you Remember what it says? "Isabel's Brookiebaby" I say as I hold it in front of your face, hinting that it's about to be worn by you again

THE_BROOKE: though you finally stopped smacking me I still remain with my face down and ass in the air. Whimpering into the mat. My hair matted and some strands sticking to your feet as you step back. I want to continue to hide my face in shame in the mat, although you have other plans as you pull my sweaty hair and get me to my knees. I grimace in pain as my heels dig into my burning ass. I kneel before you, my spirit broken, my world exposed, my secrets about to be revealed to the world as you pull out my collar. One which I wore for a period of time, something that has been hidden, but apparently not forgotten by either of us. I knew this day was coming. I knew that you were going to come back to claim what was once yours... although honestly has always been yours. You have sat back and watched others lay claim to me. Watching as they had their fun...but now... now you are coming for your fun. Once I see this collar it's become clear what this entire thing has been about. I sink back onto my knees and lower my head. No longer fighting my fate

Isabel_the_Immaculate: Chin up... I say, like a loving mother almost, as I tip your chin up to gain access to your neck. I then proceed to crouch to one knee, one foot staying on the mats as I pull the collar around your neck, and... *click*... put it on you, where it belongs. Making you be where you belong

THE_BROOKE: I raise my chin... although still not being able to look you in the eyes. Embarrassment filling me... perhaps embarrassment from this match... perhaps embarrassment from how I tried to avoid this reality. I close my eyes as I hear the collar click. Still on my knees, my tights still around my ankles.

Isabel_the_Immaculate: Now... Brookiebaby. Consider this a loss. But... I suddenly grab your hair again with one hand and holding the back of your collar with the other hand. I lift my foot up in sideways to expose my sole...and shove it into your face. It's damp. It's been walking all over you. And now... it's making you submit to me Might as well tap while you've got your hands free, Brookiebaby.

THE_BROOKE: I am nothing more than your puppet on the string at this point. The string being my hair as you pull me towards your foot. The sole damp with sweat and slightly dirty from the ring. I press my tongue to the sole and slowly lick. From the heel up. My tongue lapping up your salty sweat. My collar jingling as my head moves towards your toes. I reach your toes and lick the pads before I wrap my lips around them and suck on them gently. As I do my right hand slips to the mat. And I begin to tap out. Symbolically submitting to you as I completely submit to you

Isabel_the_Immaculate: The double submission... Submitting to me in the match. Submitting to me as my property. Exactly. Where. You. Belong.

THE_BROOKE: the bell rings to end the match as I lick between your toes. Leaning forward to reach them as my kitty gets exposed. Revealing that I am now dripping wet. My tights having a noticable dark spot as they hang just below my pussy. A few minutes ago I was so embarrassed by this. Now...the collar putting things into a whole new perspective. The only thing on my mind is cleaning the feet of my owner. Cleaning the same feet that kicked my stomach, that trampled my body...the feet that walked on my head. The same feet that put me into my current position