Superstar Squash Women

 Mazikeen: i walk to the ring in my signature gear, yankees one piece swimsuit, with yankees jack and ball cap and shades...my hair loose...my barefeet touching the cold concrete as I near the ring...this will be my first official match since rising to superstar and its against my fav wrestler and friend (I hope)...i am very aroused by the thought of rolling with her again...

Viraa: I’m in the locker room, getting ready. As always, I’m wearing a black one-piece, fishnet tights, and black boots. Outside, I hear your entrance music, and then it’s my turn to be called out. I step out from behind the curtain, and the lights focus on me. "Work Bitch" by Britney Spears blares from the speakers as I make my way to the ring. A few hands reach out to me; I high-five them and then step through the ropes. Waving, I take a lap around the ring, give the ropes a firm tug, and then stand in my corner, waiting.

Viraa:

Mazikeen: i hear your entrance song, then you making your way to the ring, all the showmanship, high fives, laps around the ring before pulling yourself into the ring...rolling my eyes, I toss my baseball cap into the crowd and my jacket...i smile as I bounce on the balls of my feet, shadow boxing, throwing a jab then a one two combo, rolling my shoulders and bouncing in one spot as I wink at you...

 Viraa: We know and get along well, but once we’re in the ring, all that goes out the window. I look over at you, ignore your wink, and just give you a quick nod, acting cold and aloof. The referee calls us over and reads the rules... blah... blah... blah... same as always—the match ends by pinfall or knockout. Then we head back to our corners, and shortly after, the bell rings... it’s on.

Mazikeen: your cold nod hurts my feelings as the ref mentions about something rules something, I can't remember now...i can feel my face growing red by the insult or my perceived insult...i don't really care as he instructs us to go to our opposite corner...i don't really remember, all I see is red...you march back to your corner or head, I don't really remember as the Evil Ms. Mazikeen takes over and I scream in fury 'look at me!'...it sounds like a distance voice until I realize it came from my mouth...i step forward and my hands latch onto your hair...i thrust my knee into the base of your spin...the ref signals for the bell....i sneer and shout 'you are going to regret this!'...

 Viraa: I walk back and hear you screaming behind me... What’s wrong with her? Did I do something to offend her?... And even if I did, that’s just part of being in the ring; afterward, it’s all forgotten... I hope. I haven’t even reached the corner yet when your hand grabs my long, blonde hair and you ram your knee hard into my back. “Ahhhrrggg....” I groan as the bell rings, lashing out with my elbow to fend you off. Pain shoots through my back, and it’s only just beginning...

 Mazikeen: your elbow swings back and grazes my ribs...i am insulted by your attempt to elbow me with your back turned...i can feel the heat building in my face, my stomach tightens and I tighten my hands in your hair...pulling you back, i nibble on your ear and whisper 'you are going to regret that'....i step forward trying to drag you to the center of the ring...i thrust my hips again and try to drive my knee in between your legs from behind...

 Viraa: My elbow just grazes you, so you’re still holding my hair tightly in your hand and pulling me back. “Let go of me, you bitch… what’s wrong with you? Did you take something?” I scream loudly. I keep trying to strike out behind me while you pull me into the center of the ring. As much as I resist, you’re simply stronger, and as soon as we reach the center, you ram your knee between my legs. Screaming, I sink to my knees and grab my aching groin.

 Mazikeen: the ref is shouting and warning me...i can't hear him and I tug hard on your like I am trying to pull of your invisible crown...i rise with you to our feet and then turn you to face me...i drive my forearm into your belly hoping to force you to hinge forward so that I can pull your head in between my legs and lift you up for a piledriver...i can feel pressure building in my core, my kitty growing wet and my nips poking through my top...

 Viraa: You’re beating me senseless like a madwoman; I don’t have a chance to fight back. The fight has only been going on for a few minutes, but I’m already completely exhausted. I don’t understand what’s gotten into you—so much hatred… so much brutal violence… this isn’t the Mazie I know. You yank me toward you by my hair, and your arm slams hard into my stomach. “Ummmmmmppppppffffff....” I groan, puffing out my cheeks; saliva sprays from my mouth like a fountain, and I curl up, clutching my stomach and whimpering—completely helpless, I’m at your mercy.

 Mazikeen: the back of your head on my kitty, I moan enjoying your body...my arms wrapped around your waist, my right hand clutching my left wrist as I invert you for a piledriver....i wobble around for all to see you upside down...i regret not lifting you from behind so we could be in the 69 position but I still take advantage of our situation...my tongue licks your inner thigh, moaning...

 Viraa: Your punch to my stomach makes me double over; immediately, your arms wrap around my slender waist. If you’d let go, I would have fallen to the ground, but instead you pull me up so that I’m hanging upside down in front of you. My legs stretched out high above me, I hang in front of you while my long hair sweeps across the floor. She’s not going to… no, she won’t… I whimper, but there’s nothing I can do about it. You press my body tight and close against you, lick my tights, and show me off to the audience. An expectant silence spreads.

 Mazikeen: i lean back and jump up a bit trying to give more impact to my piledriver...i lean forward and try to put our combined weight slightly above the top of your head....i can feel the back of your head pressed against my kitty...my nectar starting to leak...my body tenses out of instinct and my nips poke into your back....

 Viraa: I'm lying in front of you, stretched out, and you adjust my light body, feeling my softness, my warmth... my trembling, and you just enjoy it. My head rubs against your pussy and my thighs press into your face. Then you jump up a little and get down on your knees. My head slams so hard onto the mat that the whole ring shakes, the ropes vibrate. The impact knocks me unconscious instantly, and I tip forward like a railroad crossing gate, lying on my stomach, twitching once more before going limp.

 Viraa:

 Mazikeen: i roll to my knees and then turn you onto your back....smiling seeing your chest continuing to rise...i pat you on your cheek and whisper 'you shouldn't have insulted me like that'...rising to my feet, ignoring the ref's advice to pin you...i take a moment to breath before returning to hurt you more...i step over to your legs, grabbing your left ankle and smile before twirling around it then grabbing your right leg and crossing it over...i drop and hook my calf over your right ankle locking in a figure four...despite being dazed or unconscious, I'm sure the pain will awaken my little spirited warrior...

Viraa: I lie unconscious on my stomach, completely limp and lifeless. You grab my hips and roll me over. You whisper something to me that I can’t hear, but that doesn’t bother you. The referee looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to go for the pin, but you wave him off. Instead, you grab my left leg and lift it, then my right, cross them, and apply a figure-four leglock. Even though I’m unconscious, the excruciating pain shooting through my legs wakes me up. At first, I don’t even realize what’s going on, but then, as the pain shoots through my legs, I start screaming and thrashing my head around. My hands pound wildly on the mat.

 Mazikeen: i tug hard on the top of your foot...smiling at your pain...i lean forward and force myself up on my left foot then as evil and mean as before, I drop my bum sending new waves of pain through your legs...i giggle and lean back trying to ruin your career....wrench side to side trying to really do structural and soft tissue damage now....

 Viraa: You’ve brutally pinned my legs and are pressing down on my foot. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...” I scream out loud, and the pain brings tears to my eyes. Desperately, I thrash my body back and forth, but I have no chance of getting out of this. And now you let yourself fall backward, increasing the pressure on my legs and, with it, my pain. I’m on the verge of fainting again, just screaming and whimpering.

 Mazikeen: giggling as your face contorts in pain, your cheeks flushed, tears fill your eyes, your hands slapping the mat...i release the hold as your movements grow slower and I see your screams and pathetic whimpers are no longer as strong...i smile as I rise then ponder what other torture or hell I could put you threw...i stand over you and drop my bum to your chest...i start to slap your beautiful tear stained face, my palm stings with each slap...

 Viraa: You hold my legs tight as if in a vice, stretching and twisting them until I’m almost fainting from the pain, lying on the mat screaming and shrieking, my head thrashing back and forth. Desperately, I look toward the rope—maybe I can break your brutal grip if I reach it—but there’s no chance; it’s too far away. I guess I have no other choice; I have to give up, and that would be the first time in my career. I raise my hand to tap out, and just then you let go of my legs—but only to jump on my chest and start pounding me. “No.....no......please,” I whimper as your blows rain down on my face in rapid succession; my head flies to the left, to the right, and back again; saliva sprays from my mouth, and I kick wildly with my legs. I try to hold my arms in front of my face to protect myself a little, but you keep hitting me anyway. It’s a punishment now, and you know it; you’re enjoying your superiority, and the spectators are cheering you on even more.

Mazikeen: my palms sting, I'm smiling, my lips pulled back making me look like an maniac as saliva sprays from your lips...your left eye closed as your hands come up to protect your face...i smile and slide to your right side, my legs wrap around your arm while both hands grab your right wrist...crossing and locking my ankles over each other, I squeeze your arm and slowly pull bar for an arm bar...my hips raise as I start to slowly pull your arm back...

 Viraa: Your blows rain down on me wildly and fiercely; you’re sitting on top of me like a madwoman, your face contorted, grinning maliciously—and I really thought you were my girlfriend. “Iris, please… stop… please,” I whimper pitifully as my left eye swells shut. I can’t remember ever being beaten this badly, even though I’ve lost many times before, but this is almost an execution. You slide off me, but only to grab my arm, wrap your legs around it, and apply an armbar. You pull my arm back, stretching my shoulder as you do, and lean back. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhr,” I scream loudly, the pain shooting across my shoulder and back into my battered back. I writhe in your grip, kick violently, and throw my legs back. I try to curl up to slam my knee into your head.

 Mazikeen: i lean back but you jerk forward and I lean forward...your knee connects with my nose...blood explodes and I scream in pain....i release your wrist and roll away...both hands covering my face...i open my palms and see blood in them...i spit and cough on blood running down my throat...blinking feverishly, i scream bloody murder as I rush you and grab your hair...i sneer 'oh you want to fight to extremes now bitch'...i jerk your head and thrust my hips and try to drive my knee into your face but repeatedly....

 Viraa: You brutally hyperextend my arm, and I’m just screaming in pain, writhing in your grip and, as my left eye slowly swells shut, kicking my legs high in a desperate attempt to hit your head. My knee slams hard into your nose; I hear your surprised, pained cry, and you let go of my arm. You shove me away; I clutch my burning shoulder, whimpering, roll onto my stomach, and try to get back up. Your furious scream is still echoing in my ears when your hand grabs my long hair again, yanking my head toward you, and this time it’s your knee that slams into my face. “Ahhhhrrggggg....” I yelp, and blood spurts from my nose. Dazed, I stagger; my legs buckle again and I fall to my knees. With my last ounce of strength, I raise my right fist and try to land an uppercut between your legs. “Take that, you bitch,” I groan, tasting the blood in my mouth.

 Mazikeen: i scream, bloody and saliva sprays as both hands cover my kitty...it felt like your first two knuckles kissed my pubic bone...the pain is intense but also arousing, my kitty is leaking...i drop to my knees, tears and blood stream down my face...i take deep breath from my mouth as my nose is crushed...i can feel pressure continuing to build in my core...my fingers have the opposite affect as I rub the pain away it only further arouses me...i struggle to my feet...

 Viraa: My fist slams with all my might between your legs and squeezes your pussy. Finally, you let go of my hair, and I quickly fall backward, holding both hands in front of my battered face, wiping away blood and saliva, and rolling myself toward the rope—just to get away from that crazy slut. You’ve fallen to your knees and are frantically rubbing your slit, as if you wanted to masturbate right here in public. With great effort, I pull myself up by the rope, my shoulder still throbbing with pain. My eyes, blurred with tears, watch you as you stand up again and hurl hateful glances at me. I turn toward you and raise my arms protectively in front of me, bracing for your next attack.

 Viraa:

 Mazikeen: fury and rage surge through my body now...my wet thick folds clearly on display through my swimsuit...i watch you rise like a phoenix after that beating, my fists clench by my side as I rise and our eyes lock...my fists are shaking and I step forward and fake a jab...not super technical now but I just want to destroy you...i drop to one knee and try to drive my shoulder into your midsection to drive you back into the corner with a spear attack...

 Viraa: Wobbling, I pull myself up by the rope and stand there a little unsteadily, still a bit dazed from the force of your beating that came crashing down on me. With a face contorted in pain, I raise my arms and take a few unsteady steps toward you. “Are we finally going to get this started for real, or was that all you’ve got, you stupid bitch?” I snap at you angrily, not wanting to show you that I’m already pretty much done for, and I see the rage flashing in your eyes. You swing at my head, feigning a jab, and I pull my arms up in front of my face—but in doing so, I leave my stomach exposed, just as you wanted. With your shoulder thrust forward, you ram your body into my soft stomach with such force that it throws me backward, slamming my back against the ring post. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrr...” I scream, gasping for air as I slump down in the corner, landing whimpering on my butt, my gaze drifting helplessly into the void.

 Viraa:

 Mazikeen: you body bounces against the corner and slip down...rage buries in my core and I grab your hair and drape your arms over the top rope...lowering my shoulder to your belly, both hands grab the rope on each side of you and I pull myself forward...driving my shoulder over and over into your midsection...feeling your saliva spray with each thrust...my knuckles whiten on the grip to the nylon middle rope but I continue to thrust my shoulder into your stomach, feeling your ribs give way...

 Viraa: Your spear hurled me back into the corner of the ring, and I landed on my butt. But apparently you’re far from done—I can tell by your glowing eyes, flashing with rage. And I was right—even though, at that moment, I would have much rather been wrong. You attack again, brutally yanking me upward by my hair. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.........” My scream pierces the ring; my scalp feels like it’s being torn apart, as if you’re trying to scalp me. You hang me like a rag doll with my arms draped over the ropes, and there’s not much I can do about it. Your constant attacks have worn me down, weakened my body, so that I hang before you like a punching bag, my legs buckling, finding support only in the ropes. You begin to torture my stomach, powerfully ramming your shoulder into it again and again. I gasp and groan; with every blow, saliva sprays from my mouth, my body is shaken to the core, and I let my head hang limply.

Mazikeen: sweat leaking down my face, my lips pulled from my teeth, my pearly white bearing like an feral animal...raising to meet you eye level but your eyelids flicker open with some form of recognition that you poked the beast...i pull you into an embrace while not loving, your belly to my belly has an erotic element to it...i can feel your hot skin against mine as I hull you into a bearhug...both of my hands lock behind your back and I lean back trying to crush your breath away...

 Viraa: Your shoulder rammed into me, robbing me of more and more air. You’re squeezing my stomach, my ribs—the pain I feel is almost driving me out of my mind, and I’m not even sure if my ribs are still intact. You look at me with a grin; I’m just whimpering weakly, unable to stand without support. Satisfied, you clasp my small, hot body, cross your arms behind my back, and pull me tightly against you, now beginning to squeeze my body even harder and force the remaining air out of my burning lungs. I moan in despair, trying to suck air into my lungs, but my compressed body doesn’t have the volume to hold any oxygen. In your tight embrace, I grow weaker and weaker, twitching; my body trembles, and my head falls limply onto your shoulder.

 Mazikeen: i feel your body growing weaker and weaker until your head falls to my shoulder...like two lovers but only instead of stealing your heart, I stole your breath...i smile and release you, your body crashes to the canvas like a sack of rocks...i smile and grab your right ankle and drag you to the center of ring...no longer just satisfied that you are semi conscious but I want to break you into two, literally, i grab your right leg and pull it under my left arm and start to lean back for a single leg boston crab...leaning back beyond your pain threshold...i want to see you kiss your own foot...

Viraa: My eyes flicker, and in agony I throw my mouth wide open, struggling for every breath—but to no avail. My lungs are burning, my head is ringing, and everything begins to spin before my eyes. My tongue hangs out of my mouth, and my saliva runs down your back like a torrent. I go limp, slide to the floor as you release me, and hit the ground lifelessly. You grab my right ankle and drag my motionless body, face down, to the center of the ring. Half-unconscious, I have to let you do whatever you want to me, powerless and at your mercy; I wish I were a chameleon, able to blend in with the color of the mat to become invisible to you. Now you wedge my leg under your arm and brutally bend it into a Boston Crab, pressing until you feel natural resistance and then pressing harder. The pain wakes me up immediately, and I’m just screaming and drooling, throwing my head around wildly.

 Mazikeen: your body comes alive with the single leg boston crab...the tension returns momentarily, digging my heels into the canvas, I want to bend you into two...toss my head back and trying to force your toes to your lips...i smile as our bodies glisten in sweat...slowly and surely your body starts to bend...i suspect that I am doing some serious damage but my goal is to ruin you, break you and make you mine...i smile at the thought...

Viraa: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrgggggggggggg..." I'm just screaming, throwing my body around desperately to ease the pain a little, but to no avail. My back is stretching intensely, burning, and all my tendons and muscles are taut to the point of tearing. Now I'm just waiting for my back to snap. I’m wailing; tears and snot are pooling beneath my face on the mat, running together into a small puddle that I keep wiping away with my hair. “Stop… please… stop, you’re killing me… please,” I beg you, pounding on the mat, but you ignore me.

 Mazikeen: your screams grow lower with each inch as your toes near your lips...tears pool under you...i giggle looking over my shoulder and seeing your nose running, you are both cute and ugly at the same time...i smile and lean back at least hoping your toes touch your hair...i scream 'bitch who owns you'....my jaw locked as I bare my teeth and struggle against your own muscles and soft tissue to bend you in half...

Viraa: Ohhhhhhhh my God, that bitch is completely crazy, and it’s slowly dawning on me that you’re serious—you want to destroy me... for whatever reason, we used to be friends. You keep pushing with all your might, and finally you manage to get my foot—like a ballerina’s—to touch my hair. The pain is indescribable, and it’s a miracle that nothing inside me has torn or broken yet. I can’t scream anymore—just hoarse gasps and wheezes—my eyes are rolling back again, and I’m begging to pass out, hoping it will finally relieve me of this inhuman torment. You’re yelling at me, but even if I wanted to, I couldn’t answer; only unintelligible sounds come out of my pain-contorted mouth.

 Mazikeen: i am so turned on at how flexible you are...my nips poking through my top, my nectar is leaking and seeping out of my bottoms...this feeling is amazing as I lean back until I am almost flat on your back...i moan as I grind my kitty against the back of your leg...i slowly start to pant, moaning at your pain...sweat clouding and stinging my eyes ...we are almost back to back as I pull your foot past your head and to the canvas behind me...

 Viraa: I can’t take it much longer—you keep pressing down on my leg and lying on my back as you do it. Your pussy presses hot against me and rubs wetly against my leg. “That slut’s even getting turned on by me,” I manage to think, just as my thoughts go blank and everything sinks into a sea of pain. In disbelief at what the human body can endure, I see my foot next to me on the mat, feel you lying on top of me and moaning, and hope that it’s finally over.

 Mazikeen: moaning louder as I grind against your hot sweaty leg...i continue to rub my kitty against your leg....the pleasure washing over my mind, sweat, your cries and screams growing less and less with each moment...closing my eyes, my mouth hangs open as I continue to pleasure myself at your own pain...

 Viraa: You rub yourself against my leg, pressing your pussy against it again and again as you keep pushing down on it. Finally, you’ve managed to get my foot to rest on the mat. Aroused by my pain, by the touch of my hot, twitching body, and by the friction against my leg, you start to moan while I lie beneath you, whimpering softly. Since my leg can’t be stretched any further, the pain is still there, but it can’t get any worse and even subsides a little. I hear you moaning; you’re lying heavily on my back now, your hair hanging over my face, mingling with my blonde hair.

Mazikeen: hearing your cries of pain turn into moans of pleasure...i smile and release your leg...not content with feeding you with pleasure...i roll off of you...my own kitty disappointed but I crave hearing your suffer...i slowly rise to my knees and with both hands grab your silky sweaty hair and hull you off the mat...i pull your head in between my legs, and wrap my arms around your back then invert you and lift you swing you up for a powerbomb...your kitty pressed against my face as you rest against my shoulder, your sweet delicious scent fills my nostrils, my tongue licks your bottoms as I momentarily hold you in this position...

Viraa: You’re pressing my leg firmly against the floor now; my screams have turned into a soft whimper, then into a moan of pleasure. My lower body trembles slightly; hot waves surge through me, and despite the pain, my labia swell and grow wetter and wetter—suddenly I squirt into my panties. I’ve never experienced anything like this before—it’s my first time. I coo with pleasure, and you release your brutal grip; it seems you don’t like it—I’m supposed to suffer and feel nothing but pain. Once again, your hand grabs my blonde hair and you pull me up; my right leg is still numb from the joint lock, and I’d sink back to the floor if you hadn’t wrapped your arms around my narrow hips. With a swift motion, you swing my body up so that my legs land over your shoulder and my wet pussy presses against your face. You inhale my arousing scent as I slump down and sit on top of you, completely spent.

 Mazikeen: i lick at your soaked panties, my nostrils flare as I inhale your sweet scent...i step forward and drop to my stomach as the canvas kisses your back to complete the powerbomb...the canvas rumbles, the ring shakes and my lips press into your soaked panties...my hands grab the back of your panties and I tug up...the material slips in between your thick wet lips and I nibble on them...

 Viraa: I’m slumped helplessly on top of you, no longer able to defend myself in any way, and you have an easy time of it now. You let yourself fall forward and slam me hard onto the mat with a powerbomb. The back of my head and my back hit the mat brutally; the whole ring shakes and vibrates from the impact. My scream is more of a groan; I roll my eyes back, they roll to the side, and I lose consciousness. I stretch my arms and legs out wide and remain lying in the center of the ring.

 Viraa:

 Mazikeen: i smile feeling your body go limp...i crawl up your body and press both of my palms onto your shoulder not like I need to hook your leg or anything...i slowly start to count, grinding my kitty down onto yours with each number...i smile then slide up further...resting my soaked kitty on your face...i grind my kitty down and continue to count...i supposed I could count to twenty and you'll still be out...i do the slow and mean count...i say '1, 1 and a half, 1 and three quarters' and so forth...

Viraa: I lie limp and lifeless before you; it’s clear that I won’t be waking up anytime soon. You sit on top of me, press your hands against my shoulders, but feel that there’s no reaction coming from me anymore. Your pussy slides over my face, rubs against my mouth, and as if on cue, my tongue slips out of my mouth. Satisfied, you grind against me and count slowly, savoring your clear victory over me and humiliating me further and further.

 Mazikeen: moaning at three, feeling your tongue...i continue to grind as I reach 8, my kitty leaking into my bottom...at 12, i am grinding down harder onto your mouth...at 15, my body is shaking then at 20, I explode...my bottoms are no longer contain my nectar and my juices seep out...my body shivers, i lean forward onto my palms and i moan and curl my toes...i grunt, sweat leaking down, my nectar flooding into your mouth and nose...i moan and toss my head back as the orgasm rips through my body...i continue to thrust my kitty against your face ignoring whether I am smothering you, or drowning you...i continue to grind against you...

Viraa: I continue to lie beneath you, lifeless like a sex doll from some Asian shop, rocking only slightly beneath you as you rub yourself against me with increasing force and count slowly. With your pussy pressed firmly against my face, you push your panties slightly to the side so that my hot, wet tongue glides through your slit. Your hands grab my hair again, and, moaning with arousal, you lift my head slightly, press it firmly against you, and explode—your juices squirt onto my face. You let my head fall back down and lie on top of me, breathing heavily....twenty...

 Mazikeen: i moan as the waves of pleasure erupt from my kitty...my nectar coats and seeps into your mouth and nose...i gasp for the last time and toss my head back...asserting my full dominance over this match and you...i take a breath of air and then force myself to standing...my legs are wobbly and I smile seeing you drenched, exhausted and beaten while wearing my nectar...i giggle as I leave the ring...