Superstar Squash Women

Sybille: After I managed to defeat Jane in our first match, however, our bout caused quite a stir among the fans. The promoter is desperate to book us for another match and is even offering a raise in our pay. The fans are hoping we’ll develop a bitter rivalry since we both performed so well in our first encounter. I know that even though I was able to dominate the fight, there were definitely moments when the match could have swung in your favor. So, now that two weeks have passed, here I am again, waiting for you to be called out first. The manager has come up with a peculiar, gloomy setting, and I know this time it’s going to be hard-earned pay. The idea behind the fight is generating crazy anticipation, especially among the crowd in this shady club. Instead of a ring, we’ll be fighting in a metal cage this time. But it’s no ordinary cage. The metal walls are electrified. I’m already getting goosebumps just imagining how you’ll flinch when I shove you inside, and how your pointed nipples will stand on end as I do it.

Jane_tries: The promoter has explained the cage to me and shown me round it. "So, the the cage and we get a shock!?" He nods. "Yeah, not enough to actually kill you. Of course not!" He laughs, but I wouldn't put it past him. "Oh no. Enough to disorientate you for a short while. That's all!" I reach out an touch the cage and get thrown back onto the mat convulsing with the shock. "Jeeez!" I pick myself up. "Yeah, fans love that kind of thing!" I shake my head. "And what that?" I point to the horse structure in the middle of the ring. "Oh that? Just a little something. In case you lose, which I'm sure you won't, the winner snaps the manacles to your ankles the tightens it. I believe the pain is excruciating!" I think about this. Maybe I shouldn't take the risk, but then the thought that I can leave you jerking uncontrollably on the canvas is too delicious to pass up. Especially after what happened last time. Then the idea of yu begging as I tie yu to that nasty horse... "Okay lets do it!"

Sybille: Of course, I noticed the horse too, and it doesn't look very comfortable. Unlike the electric fence, though, I'm less worried about the horse. I won’t end up on top of it—I’m sure of that—but the cage, on the other hand… one careless move, one moment of inattention, and it’ll happen, and I’ll hate it when the electric shocks send me crashing to the ground and give you the chance to keep attacking me. The crowd is hyped up; the setting alone has them on the edge of their seats, waiting for a spectacle... Two fighters who’ve already shown what they’re capable of: Elektrocage and The Horse. I’m leaning back casually in my dressing room, watching the commotion outside through a curtain, and waiting for the manager to finally finish his speech and call you out.

Jane_tries: I wait in the wings as the arena fills up with excitable young men and women. A couple reach out to touch the cage and are thrown back."Fuuuuuck!" one guys says."This is gonna be good!" The reaction makes me seriously wonder if I should have agreed to this to start with, but its too late now. My heart flutters as the promoter makes his speech, then introduces me. I take a deep breath and step forward, raising my arms to take the applause, before stepping through the special door in the cage, being careful not to touch anything live. I pcae round it awae that there is no safe place inside, and wait for you

Sybille: The door is pretty narrow, and I watch as you carefully make your way through, being careful not to touch anything. I then come in as well, showing no sign of excitement. I wave to the audience, knowing that many still remember how you lost to me last time. This time, I don’t have any of my music played. Instead, I just soak up the crowd’s cheers and decide, for once, not to play the villain for the audience, but to blow kisses with my hands and high-five the crowd.

Jane_tries: My pulse raises as you enter the cage. Beauty and viciousness mingled in a deadly combination. I should know better than to let you affect me, and indeed I show no sign that your have, but i can't help myself. I just hope it doesn't turn out to be a fatal weakness. The crowd are cheering us both, or maybe they're cheering the possibility of seeing one or both of us losing control of ourselves. There is no ref. No one would take the risk, so the fight is controlled from outside the ring. The bell goes to start the fight, and I come forward fast with a roar. reaching to try and grab both arms then fall back, pumping my feet into your belly. If I do it right your should flip right over me and into the electrified mesh of the cage

Sybille: I see the look in your eyes and know there’s more to it, even if I can’t quite figure out what exactly. Is it fear? Lust? Anger? I’m enjoying the crowd’s cheers, and I’m also kind of glad there’s no referee—maybe I can force another humiliating orgasm out of you before I put you on the horse. My thoughts are already revolving around how I can best showcase you at the end, and that’s exactly where I go wrong. When the bell rings, I’m still lost in thought, and the moment I hear the first “ding,” you rush toward me. Before I can really brace myself, you grab me perfectly, yank me along with you, and catapult me in a perfect arc over your head, so that I crash headfirst with my whole body into the fence. The impact is violent, and my body slumps and falls to the ground; my muscles twitch and tremble as I lie there on the ground, feeling just as helpless, as after a brutal kick into my pussy. Lying there moaning and gasping. "Fuck"

Jane_tries: I hear the clatter of the cage as you hit it. 'Yesss' I think. 'Perfect!' The crowd whoop and yell as you hit the cage and drop, twitching and gasping. I get to my feet and look down at you, breathing deep in my boobs pressing against my suit the nipples hard, as I enjoy the spectacle and calm myself to stop myself cumming in the spot. But I know its not finished by a long way. I have you down and now its time to finish you off. I grab your right ankle and pull you away fromthe cage to make sure there'snot danger of getting caught., then use it to slam your leg outwards on the canvas, dropping my knee onto our inner thigh

Sybille: I’m lying on the floor, weakened. What a hard blow that was, and how drained you feel after an electric shock like that. I can feel how dry my mouth is, feel pain all over my body, and then you pull me a little toward the center of the cage. I’m still unable to defend myself when you yank my leg outward and then drive your knee into it. I stare at you with eyes wide open in pain and let out a shrill scream. The pain is so intense that it somewhat overshadows the weakness caused by the electric shock. I yank my leg forcefully out of your grip and shove you, hoping you’ll tip to the side and away from me. My thigh cramps up, and tears stream down my face. I push myself away from you a little and then try to get up as quickly as possible. I can’t hold onto the cage, so I have to stand up on my own. I can feel how stiff my thigh is, and it hurts with every movement.

Jane_tries: I can see that the impact with the cage has taken a lot out of you. Nevertheless, your manage to pull your leg free and give me a shove. I realise that I haven't taken full advantage of the initial shock you suffered. enjoying your pain rather than hammering you int submission. On my knees now, I throw myself forward both hammering both hands flat into your belly hoping to knock the wind out of you and regain that advantage.. "Should have gone lower Jane!" the crowd yell. "Yeah, and drag her back to the cage my her hair!"

Sybille: I can't push you far enough away to really get up. I’m still lying on the floor as you hammer both fists into my abs. Even though I’m tensing my muscles as hard as I can and they’re absorbing some of the impact, your double fist drives in hard and deep. I cough and gasp, and some drool spits out of my mouth. But I also pull my legs up reflexively because of the pain, and as soon as I’m able to focus again, I kick my feet toward you to hit you above the chest.

Jane_tries: I lean on my arms focusing my weight on your abs. I feel them tense and strong, and I work my fingers into the muscles, looking for the pain points. I can see from your expression that you're suffering, butt then I fel your hips shift and suddenly your legs fly up. "Ouuffhh!" They hammer hard into my shoulders, sending me crashing hard into my back, ending up inches form the cage. Panicking I twist and roll tryug tom get as far awasy from the wire as possible

Sybille: You press your fingers into my sore spots, and then I manage to lift my legs and push you back. You land right next to the cage. “Fuck,” I gasp when I see how close that was. I would have liked to push you back against it. But then you roll away from the cage—almost in a panic—and back toward me. I sit up on my knees, my stomach still aching from the way you pressed yourself into it. but also from your hard blow there. But then I get down on my knees, and when you're close enough, I grab your hair, stop you from rolling over as you lie on your stomach, yank your head up off the floor, and then try to slam it down onto the cage floor.

Jane_tries: I'm just desperate to get away from the cage, oblivious of you lying in wait for me, but as you grab my hair to pull my head up, I decide to take a risk. i don't have the angle for a full on punch, but if I get this right it should be just as effective. Picking my moment I drive my thumb at the point on your belly where your left ovary should be. Im hoping the pain will be so intense that it will all but paralyse you and only those wacthing really closely will have any idea!

Sybille: As I pull your head up, you ram your fist into my stomach. I tense my abs—I don’t expect you to really hurt me—but your previous attacks have left my muscles sore, and then you hit a spot that’s incredibly sensitive. I cry out, and instead of slamming you to the ground, I kneel there for a moment—almost pathetically, without moving—as I process the intense pain.

Jane_tries: The baying crowd fall silent as you freeze. Yess! I was right on target! I've suffered the same in the past and I know you'll be in agony right now. With and angry grow I twist and apply both hands to a low belly claw, hoping to compund that pain and finally beat you

Sybille: You claw at my stomach and dig your nails into my skin. I cry out in pain, but at the same time I feel the intense pain from just a moment ago subsiding. I grab your hair and pull you up by it, then ram my forehead into your nose with a headbutt. At the same time, I want to punch you in the stomach, but it’s more of a feeble attempt because I’m flinching too much from the pain. Instead, my fingers glide over your abs into your panties and rub against your labia

Jane_tries: I am too shocked by your response to defend myself as I should, and your forehead smashes into my face, snapping my head backwards and stunning me. I stagger back towards the cage, all but out of it. You hand inside my suit jerks me awake and I gasp as you rub at m snsitve intimate flesh. MY instinct is tmgrab yur wrist with both hands and its this that stops me falling back into the cage

Sybille: You grab my wrist with both hands, but instead of pulling my hand away, you hold on to it to keep from stumbling backward. The cage is just a few inches away from your back. I place my hand on your neck, grab you there, dig my fingers into your neck, and stare at you coldly. “If you even try to pull my hand out, I’ll shove you into the bars,” I threaten, while my thumb begins to massage your clit and my fingers—which have so deftly slipped into your panties—are deep inside you, massaging you from within; my thumb rubs your clit, and because I’m inside your panties from above, it makes it even harder for you to pull me away...

Jane_tries: I close my eyes trying to ignore the sensations you're sending through me, trying to think of something else, anything. I grit my teeth, my body quivering, my legs turning to mush. This is too cruel. I have to stay exactly where I am or I'll touch the cage. I can't pull away. All I can do is lean forward into you, wrap my arms around you,. place myself at your mercy and hope. The crowd are whooping with anticipation, but that is what I do

Sybille: I’m holding you by the throat, and I’ve got two fingers inside you now—I can feel your arousal on them. It’s wet, slippery, and damp, and I know there’s nothing you can do. You wrap your arms around me, struggling a little, but we both know that at the slightest sign that you’re trying to attack me, I’d press you mercilessly against the cage. Instead, I bite your lower lip and kiss you to stoke your lust even more, and ram my fingers deep inside you. “You’re going to have again an orgasm" i whisper.

Jane_tries: Oh God! The slight pressure on my throat is enough to make me feel lightheaded and to weaken my spirit further, and the sensation of your teeth on my lip only makes it waorse. Already I can feel my juice start to flow down my thighs, mingling with the sweat prickling my body. I gasp, then let out a soft groan. "Please...!" Sudenly, without thinking I flex, trying to twist sudenly and reverse our positions hoping to pusy you into the cage

Sybille: “Oh yeahhh, go ahead and whimper—you're so weak, and you're going to have another orgasm in front of the whole audience, just like in the first match,” I say softly, biting your lower lip. I feel you twitch and tremble and your body tense up; I feel your pussy clench around my fingers as your orgasm is about to hit, and dominating you turns me on. I enjoy the power I have over your body and how I’m humiliating you right now in front of everyone. I feel myself chasing you over the cliff, crossing your point of no return, and in that moment I let my guard down—my tension eases for a second—and then you spin us around and shove me into the fence. The shock hits me hard; the jolt feels more intense than the first time. My fingers twitch ecstatically inside you as the current races through my body, and my lips go limp and I start drooling as I slump to the ground, twitching, against the cage.

Jane_tries: For a moment I don't know what's happened. The shock throws me onto my back, as it jolts through my pussy through your twicthing fingers, making me arch, and scream. But its you who takes the main force of it as I'd intended. I am only dimly aware of this as my body acrhes and writhes with my own orgasm, my hands cllasped over my own pussy as my juice squirts therough my fingers. "Not again!" I think, before I clock that it is you lying against the live bars jerking as you take shock after shock, making your boobs jerk with each spasm, drool running over your chest. I finally get it. "Yesss!" I cry staggering to my feet and punching the air. Then I reach forward and grab you by the hair dragging you away from the bars. "You;re mine now!" I hiss

Sybille: I barely notice your orgasm because I’m hanging from the cage, twitching, and getting repeated electric shocks that weaken me. My muscles tremble in a violent dance as I keep twitching, before you pull me away by my hair. I let out a muffled groan and drool runs from my mouth; I feel limp and am at your feet as you’re already celebrating your victory. Yet now I see my thoughts returning—the puddle of your juices—and I know you’re also weakend from your orgasm

Jane_tries: "The horse! The horse!" people are yelling. I look at it panting with exertion. "S...strip!" I demand, but I'm not sure you can even hear me. "Take your bra and panties off!" I wonder how on earth Im going to get you to mount it. I badly need to recover first

Sybille: My knees are shaking, my hands are twitching—I feel so weak, and I know I have to buy some time. I’m just not in a position to stand up to you right now; my muscles feel so limp and useless. You probably could have just put me on the horse right this very moment, but instead you’re demanding that I strip. I can hardly believe my luck that you’re giving me the time I need. I reach for my pants with trembling fingers and slowly begin to take them off. The crowd is cheering, celebrating you, and laughing at me. “Who’s the one who’s ended up here so helpless?” I ask myself inwardly, but I say nothing; instead, I very slowly slide my pants down my long, slender, muscular thighs. Then I reach for my bra and feel the shock from the cage slowly subsiding, my strength returning—but I don’t show it; I keep my arms twitching as if I were still electrified.

Jane_tries: I watch you slowly strip naked. I almost move back to lean on the cage when I remember what a bad idea that would be! Your arms are sille twicthing, the shock working through you. I bedn to grab your hair dragging you towards the horse. I shove you forward to stand astride it, ready to shackle your ankles, then raise the horse to inflict the cruel torture its designed for

Sybille: You grab me by the hair again and pull me toward the horse. There, I slowly pull myself up. I feel that I can feel my body again and that my strength is returning. I know I certainly wouldn’t survive another electric shock, but I’m quite far away from the wires. As you pull me up so you can sit me on the horse, but just as I’m halfway to my feet, I grab your head with one hand, yank it down, and let myself fall at the same time. so that your head slams hard against my shoulder.

Jane_tries: This should be easy, but as I start to get you into position, my head jarrs suddenly and I find myself staggering around wondering what the hell just happened. I rub my chin and slowly realise you're not as out of it as I thought. The crowd are whoopiongg an yelling. "Go Sybille! Finish the old bitch once and for all. I can;t believe you've taken two shocks and they still think your going to win! Maybe you are that tough!

Sybille: I see you looking at me, a little dazed and in disbelief, and I know I have to act fast now—my energy reserves are limited, and I don’t have much left. But at the same time, adrenaline is rushing through my veins because I want to give it my all one last time. I stand up and briefly consider shoving you into the fence behind you, but then I decide against it. As I stand up, I press my shoulder against your body. I wrap one arm around your neck and the other between your legs, and try to muster enough strength to lift you up and hoist you onto my shoulders.

Jane_tries: I shake my head slowly coming to terms with what you did, bnut before I can collect myself I find myself hoisted ont your shoulders. I realise the danger, and stare wild eyyed around me. "What., no no NOOO!" I yell in panic. I kick my legs slapping at your bare body. "Put me down! PUT ME DOWN!" I flex and twist tryung anything to get you to drop me

Sybille: “Oh yeah, I'm going to lower you down, sweetie,” I say, panting and laughing at the same time, and then I let you slide onto the horse. I let you tip forward, and suddenly you're sitting on the wooden wedge. And right away, without hesitation, I lean down to fasten your right foot—the one facing me—directly with the cuff.

Jane_tries: My thighs still slick from my orgasm, my sex sensitive, I cry out as the top edge of the horse bites into me, crushing my clitoris painfully. I put my hands on the steep wooden sides of the horse trying to push my weight off it, biting my lip with the pain. Then I feel you snap my right foot in place, stretching my right leg. "Nnnnnghhh!" I shake my head from side to side, and desperately kick out at you with my left as you move to secure that! "I think Jane's fucked, dont you?" I hear one guy say with a snigger. "Hah! I'll take her left half, you have her right!"

Sybille: I see you sitting on the horse, your face contorted with pain, and I don’t expect any resistance—you’re already struggling enough just to lift yourself up a little and ease the pain. I see your thighs pressed together and bend down toward your left foot—that’s when you kick out. Completely out of the blue, your bare foot slaps me in the face, and I let out a muffled groan; my head snaps back, and I feel a little dizzy. Wow, I didn’t see that coming, I think to myself. But in that position, I lack the final burst of strength and precision. If the kick had been even slightly better aimed, I probably would have toppled backward and maybe even gone down dazed, but as it is, I’m able to hold onto one of the horse’s legs and stay crouched in front of you. I move slightly toward your side to protect myself from further kicks, grab your fetlock and ankle, and try to pin your foot down to secure the victory. You struggle, and as you keep wriggling without me being able to tie you up, I pull down on your leg to intensify the pain, to make you suffer—and then, when you scream and the sharp edge presses firmly into your pussy, I yank your foot toward the cuff and try to fasten it around your ankle.

Jane_tries: "Aaahhaaaaaaa!" I throw my head back and cry out as you jerk my left foot down and secure that too. A cheer goes up from the crowd as you lock it in place. pushing desperately with my hands, but its useless. I rock back and forth but nbothing eases the agony of my tortured slit. "P...please!" I beg. "Aaahhh...You win. Let me go. Gnnnng! I'll do anything only stop the pain. Anything!" I'm panting with dread wondering what you'll do, hoping you dont just eave me there...

Sybille: “Oh, how cute. Just a moment ago you shoved me into that electrified cage, and now you're whimpering so helplessly on the horse, Jane?” I laugh and look at you, relishing how you're suffering with your sticky thighs pressed against the wood, your hands struggling to push yourself up and press yourself higher. “Maybe I just want you to stay sitting here?” I grin and look at you, tweaking your nipples as they press sharply against your top.

Jane_tries: Sweat is pouring off me now, my body trembling. I gasp as you tweak my hard nipples and look down at them, at your fingers digging into my flesh.

Jane_tries: "Milk her! You can do what you like to her now. She cant stop you!" "No, make her piss herself!" The suggestions come thick and fast. I'll take any of them as long as you let me off this horse. "Pleas dopnt leve me here!"

Sybille: I grab your outfit with both hands, my muscles tensing. “It’s unfair that I’m the only one naked—after all, I won, don’t you think?” I whisper softly as I tear the thin fabric. I expose your breasts and begin to massage them. I knead them as if they were udders that needed to produce milk.

Jane_tries: I gasp once again as my breasst flop fre of my suit. A cheer goes up from the crowd. "Yes, yes!" I say desperate to agree with anything you say. Than as you begin to knead them I fel the mixed pleasure and pain from the mauling, but its nothing compared to the sharp crushing of my sesnitve sex. I don;'t care by now about any indiginty you put me through. I only hope I'll express quickly and that you'll free me. "Hnnnnghhhhh!"

Sybille: “Oh, you know, Jane, I think I should get things moving a little more around here. Don't you agree that you shouldn't sit quite so still on such a proud steed as you do? Riding is exercise, after all.” As I speak, I walk over to the cage door—which has been open ever since I tied you up—and step outside. Lift the cover and pull something out from under the cage. It's a long cable, which I'll now connect to the cage. It has two clamps, and I'll go to the electrified grid and attach one clamp there. With the other clamp, I’ll come back to you. I’ll hold it up to your face and enjoy the look of horror on your face, then slide it down toward your nipples without touching you, circling them, very close—if you breathe in too deeply, your nipples will surely touch the metal... but then I’ll go deeper, to your painfully tormented pussy.

Jane_tries: I watch in horror as you retrieve the cable and attach it to the cage. I shake my head shocked by the idea that you would do this. "P... please no. Just... just milk me! Nnnnngh!" My piss starts to dribble down the sides of the horse. I freeze as you hover the clamp over my breast, then bring it down lower. The crowd watch in awe at the skill of a master torturer!

Sybille: I don't know why, but the sight of your piss just running out of you when you lose control out of fear is so incredibly sexy, so totally arousing, that my bare nipples get unbelievably hard and pointed, and I immediately start getting wet between my thighs. I can feel my dominant, sadistic streak pulsing more intensely than ever before. For a moment, I savor this incredibly hot sight. Then I place the clamp on your mons pubis, let it snap shut painfully, and let the current flow. “Enjoy your ride, Jane.” I whisper with a malicious grin, then leave the cage, leaving you there, twitching, screaming, and pissing yourself.

Jane_tries: I see the look on your face and with it a sense of dread. I recognise in it my own potemtial sadism. Then an instant llater I lose complete control of my body. "AAAAAAAIIIIEEEEEEE!" My back arches and my puiss squirts freely. I'm dimly aware of you leaving th cage and I know there is to be no let up. I carry on screaming and spasming, my head shaing wildly. I feel myself slipping into a world of unmitigated pain and I stay there until my body can take no more and I pass out