Prologue: A Fetish Discovered

The sounds of the street faded away to a gentle thrum as the door clicked into place. Two girls stood alone in the dark motel room for a moment, breathing heavy with big smiles situated on their faces. They carried a plethora of things, drinks from the local fast food restaurant, a brown grease ridden bag, a cute pink bag filled with wine bottles and some other knickknacks from the local shops. They softly swayed left to right and the aroma of wine fluttered off their bodies into the clean smelling room.

"Oh thank God we're finally back. Another step and my feet would have killed me."

"I swear my feet feel like they've been chewed up and spit out. I think they're going on strike."

"Oh? So the runner girl can't handle a little walking?"

"You're one to talk, I've never heard someone complain so much over just a little bit of walking."

There was a slight playfulness to every single word, the pair's giggles bouncing off the walls like girls prepping up for the ultimate sleepover.

One of the girls bent back a little, stretching with a small groan before kicking off her shoes and slowly stumbling forward towards the bed. She tossed all the items she was carrying onto the small table situated next to the TV, fell onto the sheets and nuzzled her face delicately into the white woolen bed. Her face disappeared like it had been lost in a magic trick and only her jet black hair remained.

"Wake me up when this trips over Lucy."

"Mmh.. you know I cant do that Alice since I'll be sleeping too." Lucy said with a little giggle. She walked by slowly, her eyes gazing dreamily over the tatted out badass sinking into the soft white bed. Alice. Her best friend forever. Someone who always seemed to come to her defense whenever people decided to pick on her. She was blunt, and loud but a steady head in any situation. Lucy reached her fingers into her own greasy bag, pulling out a fry and tossing it like a javelin. The fry hit it's mark beautifully, smacking against Alice's face like a missile. Alice jumped every so lightly, giggling a tad as she gave Lucy a playfully annoyed glare.

"AH! Rude."

"I know. You love it though."

"Haha.. yeah. I guess I do." Lucy could've been imagining the tinge of playfullness she heard in Alice's voice. A bit of blush threatened to come to the surface, causing Lucy to rush into the bathroom and slam the door shut.

"One sec! Lemme go pee."

"Okay! And after maybe we watch a show and then get to bed? The others have like... 100 plans for tomorrow. You know how Rebecca is. It's either her way or the highway."

Lucy giggled softly to herself in the bathroom, running the sink for a second as she splashed some water on her half blushing, half sweat soaked face. She stared at herself for a moment as her eyes explored her form. Soft blonde hair sat situated in a messy bun, little strands of golden hair dangled down and tickled her cheeks like sun soaked vines hanging from a tree branch. Her skin was as pale as a ghost with few blemishes, save for some light gray freckles that dotted her cheeks. Her jawline was rounded and her cheeks slightly plump, she wasn't a big girl by any means but.. she could never seem to tone her face no matter how much running she did. Her cool blue eyes stared back at her as if they were also questioning why Alice said the things she said. Was it all simple jests or did some of it have more meaning behind it...?

A question for another time perhaps. This vacation was meant to be a way for Lucy to de-stress, not question her love life.

She stretched her body lightly, fingers reaching towards the ceiling as her knuckles lightly cracked into place. Her head slowly tilted forward as she looked down at herself. A thick black hoodie slinked it's way down her body like a blanket, hiding her best assets like the cloak of midnight. The hoodie was so massive that it even stretched just barely beyond her booty, hiding the tight spandex shorts that clung to her cheeks underneath. Lucy didn't like showing herself off, so massive hoodies and thick sweatpants had become her best friend though in the heat of Tennessee they became her worst enemy.

She pushed out of the bathroom and once again entered the tiny motel where the two would be stuck together for the next six days. There was nothing particular defining about it. Two queen sized beds, a lamp, a TV, white walls and bed sheets. Honestly it looked like a place that an insane inmate would be locked away. Lucy giggled softly at the thought, settling in on the bed as she sighed a tiny sigh of relief and flicked off her shoes, rubbing her feet in her tiny hands.

"Jesus. Anymore walking and I think my feet would've jumped off my legs and just walked away." Lucy chuckled as she talked, her fingers smoothing out the wrinkles in her teddy bear themed socks.

"Well yeah, how would we survive if we didn't see literally EVERYTHING on the strip, night one. I swear, sometimes I have half a mind to just waltz off and leave Rebecca to her own devices."

"Mm.. yeah but at least she plans. Most of us wouldn't do anything other than get drunk and lay around if we didn't have her guiding us along."

"I'm almost for SURE the six of us could come up with SOMETHING if we put our mind together."

"With you derailing the conversation half the time? I think not."

Alice rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, punching her hand into the greasy brown bag and flicking a fry into her mouth. "Keep talking. See where it gets you."

"Oh? Where will it get me?" Lucy stuck out her tongue back.

Alice didn't skip a beat, changing the subject almost as quick as changing a light bulb. The slight amount of blush fluttering around her cheeks was almost too obvious.

"Sooo.. I was gonna watch a show. Wanna watch or are you gonna-" Alice crinkled her nose slightly. "-Read."

Lucy giggled softly and gently smiled, rolling her eyes in kind as she sat down on the bed and stretched her arms high above her head again. Her body felt utterly rocked and she yearned for sleep. A show would've just kept her up. She glanced at her bag, then at her friend, then the bag again, then back at her friend. Finally she made her decision, "Read." She chirped.

Alice lightly sighed, knowing her friends resolve was impossible to break when it came to her books. She flopped onto her stomach on the bed, lightly sinking down as she produced her phone from her pocket and settled it on the pillow in front of her. She slowly navigated to some streaming app on her phone before giving one more tiny comment. "Well.. if you get get bored.. don't come begging me for entertainment."

Lucy giggled a little before digging into her bag, holding up a book like it was some grand prize and then flopping to her back on the bed and flipping through the pages while pulling tiny fries out of her bag and tossing them into her mouth like they were candy.

"Mmhm. I'll keep that in mind."

Lucy slowly began to immerse herself in her reading. Her eyes jumped from word to word like a high flying gymnast. Every word took her deeper into her own personal hidden world. The tales of a princess who had fallen in love with a thief, forbidden love.

The thief was peeking in through the princesses window, coming closer as her prepared to steal her crown. His eyes looked over her sleeping form. Her cherry red lips shot hot misty breaths into the air. Her breasts lightly bounced in the tight flow garments that she wore. The thief began to lean down, his fingers reaching for the crown as his eyes became enamored with her beauty. His fingers touched the tip of the crown, lips inches from the princess's. His heart beat quicker in his chest.. then suddenly the princess's eyes opened and-

"AND THERE GOES ANA STRAIGHT THROUGH THE WOODEN TABLE!"

Lucy's eyebrows began to curve down as her nose began to wrinkle. Once again her brain tried to read..

The thief's lips nearly brushed past the princess's. His heart was beating quicker as his fingers fumbled with the cr-.

"A... AHHH!"

"AND LOOK AT THAT FOLKS LYLA HAS ANA TRAPPED IN A BOSTON CRAB!"

Lucy let out a sigh of annoyance, her brow furrowed as she gently turned her head to chide her friend. Then her eyes gazed upon the foray that Alice was watching.

Lucy's mouth opened, words just about to spill forth before she stopped and just stared in amazement. Her cheeks began to flutter with red lines of blush as her eyes became nearly as big as saucers. Her book had fallen out of her hand as her toes nearly curled. Her heart was beating faster and.. excitement ran supreme in her blood.

The image on the little screen burned itself into her brain and only one word sat on the edge of Lucy's tongue.

More.

Lucy ever so slowly closed her book and tossed it over to the side, closing he eyes as she quickly tried to reign her feelings in and get her body under control.

"Ah.. whatcha watching over there?" Lucy tried her hardest to sound quizzical but.. her voice nearly sounded like a whimper.

"OH! I'm so sorry. This is probably pretty loud isn't it?" Alice looked up, her face inches deep in a greasy burger as she ate over her phone. A pickle dropping from her teeth into the wrapper. "If it's bothering you I can totally turn it down."

"No no. My book is just at a really boring part so.. I was kinda wondering if I could come watch."

Alice's eyebrow raised high into the sky as she stared and observed her friend. Lucy wasn't the most.. tomboyish girl in the group. She was more reserved and refined, quiet most of the time while always looking for plushies or books to fill her house. Her style was always simple and cute, nothing amazing or astounding. Pro wrestling just didn't seem like something Lucy would be into.

"I'll change it! I've also been on a binge of a superhero show lately. Would you like to watch that?"

"Oh! No just keep the show you have on right now. It.. honestly sounds pretty interesting."

Alice's eyebrow sat raised, as if she wanted to probe her friend about this sudden interest before shrugging and flipping over on the bed to be more comfortable. She stacked pillows along the headboard, making a pile that stretched towards the ceiling as her fingers grabbed onto the remote for the TV, clutching it tight. She quickly flicked it on and the sound of loud crackling static filled the room like the boom of a broken piano. Alice jumped slightly, as did Lucy and Alice quickly began the process of beating away on the remote til finally it switched to the same exact app she had on her phone.

"Fuck yes! I guess not every hotel has those cheap piece of garbage TVs! Honestly with all the apps there are nowadays it's kinda a shot in the dark if you're gonna be able to get the right one in a hotel. Wanna come lay over here? Seems their interior decorator screwed up big time because there is NO way you can see the TV from over there."

That was pretty true, Lucy's bed was actually at an angle that faced away from the TV. Whoever designed this room needed to work on their interior decorating skills.

Lucy nearly yelped, her cheeks once again threatening to let the dam of blush break forth. She just barely held herself in check, breathing softly as she kicked her feet over the bed and slowly made her way across the carpet. Every inch felt like a mile as she walked, coming closer and closer til finally she just.. stood next to the bed like a person paying their respects at a funeral. Her fingers reached out shakily for a corner of the blankets stopping mid way to the sound of Alice's voice.

"Well? Are you just... going to stand there? Honestly you look like you've seen a ghost. Is that book you're reading a scary one?"

Lucy grabbed onto the headboard like a vine gripping a tree in the jungle. "Actually yeah! It's quite the terrifying little book." Lucy sat down on the bed, laying her back against the soft and squishy pillows.

Alice smirked, waiting for Lucy to lay on the bed before ripping the safety net out from under her feet. "Oh! I didn't know a love story about thieves and princesses could be scary. Then again.. what do I know?"

Lucy felt a drop of sweat drip of her forehead. Staining the sheets in a dullish gray as her fingernails scratched along the bedspread. She started to sit up.

"Relax." Said Alice, grabbing Lucy's shoulders and pulling her back so that the pillows caressed her spine. "I know. I know. New place, new sleeping arrangements, new shows. It's a lot of new for you. If this becomes sensory overload just.. tell me and we'll flick it off." There was care all throughout Alice's voice. If there was one thing Alice did, it was care about Lucy.

"This one's a bit of a rerun but it's honestly one of my favorite ones to watch." Alice turned her head to the side, meeting Lucy's gaze with a little smile. "And again, just enjoy. No need to get freaked out."

Lucy snuggled into the pillows, pointing her head towards the screen as her toes tip tapped on the blankets. Her eyes didn't leave the screen... not even for a moment as the sound of pro wrestling suddenly filled the crappy little motel room.

"OOOOH DO WE HAVE A BIG ONE FOR YOU TONIGHT THERE WRESTLING FANS. TONIGHT.. LYLA AND ANA WILL BE GOING HEAD TO HEAD.. IN THE CENTER OF THE RING FOR THE WOMEN'S TITLE CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD!"

A golden belt sat precariously in the center of ring, begging for either of the challengers to just come take it. Lucy could feel herself nearly leaning forward, not wanting to miss a second.

"TONIGHTS MATCH IS A SPECIAL ONE THOUGH FOLKS AS THE WINNER CAN ONLY WIN VIA SUBMISSION."

Suddenly Ana was shown front and center on the screen, an utter marvel in the wrestling scene. Her tight outfit showed off every inch of her body in spandex and rubbed as purples, pinks, and blacks all fought for control of her body. The shorts she was wearing stretched and groaned over her thick cheeks, wobbling with every little step and slowly getting munched on by all that cake. It.. kept Lucy in a trance somewhat.. forcing her to watch as she felt some drool begin to accumulate in her mouth. She really liked Ana.. and somewhere deep down that's who she hoped won this match. She still tried to keep her face neutral, neither enjoying nor hating.

"So.. that's Ana.. a total jobber in the scene." Came Alice's voice, guiding Lucy back from the action happening on screen. "Tonight she's going up against one of her best friends.. Lyla. This is kinda the match where their friendship ended and their rivalry began." Alice smirked softly. "It's a pretty brutal match. I love it for that reason alone."

Next, Lyla took the screen in an outfit that was similar, though not the same. Lyla's outfit almost looked more mature in a way; muted colors mixed together in criss-cross patterns over her body while once again her booty and body was adorned with stretchy spandex that seemed to be just a few sizes too small.

"That's Lyla. She's more of a heel in the wrestling scene and during this match she REALLY shows it off. Lyla is one of my favorite wrestlers.. so it's always fun to watch her utterly torment a jobber." Alice commented, tossing another greasy fry in her mouth nonchalantly.

Both girls were suddenly in the ring, taking center stage in front of a roaring crowd like gladiators preparing themselves for battle. They both looked.. somewhat angry at each other as they prepped up in opposite corners.

"Why are they so mad?" Lucy asked, slightly confused. "Aren't they supposed to be friends?"

"Eh, it's more just a show for the crowd right now. Crowds hate when two friends get in the ring. It's much more fun when it's two girls out to hurt each other."

Lucy could feel her heart beating tight in her chest as the girls slowly pranced across the screen. The electric colors mixed with the tight outfits was titillating in design, causing more drool to form up behind Lucy's tongue as she watched with pure and utter interest. She had never watched wrestling before, other than little glimpses of guys doing something silly in a ring like pretending they were invisible or some hilarious press run to further a story. This was Lucy's first time watching actual wrestling.

Alice seemed just as into it. Her body tilted forward ever so slightly with her eyes wide and her lips twisted into a small grin. It was like she was waiting for something specific to happen.

Ana and Lyla both stood in the center of the ring, lips inches away from each other as they stood eye to eye. Ana had a small smirk playing on her face as she looked Lyla down before suddenly she began to speak and a beautiful cutesy voice echoed off the walls.

"Awwh.. you actually wanted to meet me in the ring? I'm a bit surprised Lyla. It's going to be so much fun to watch you submit in front of all your fans."

Lyla looked even angrier, hey eyebrows furrowed as she tapped her foot on the canvas. Finally Lyla began to speak, her harsh voice sounding like a knife grinding against a stone.

"Funny hearing you talk all tough Ana. Didn't you tap out the last time we wrestled?" Ana softly blushed and Lyla actually began to smile. She looked akin to a shark smelling blood in the water as she looked down her nose at her friend.

Ana seemed to have nothing left to say, turning on her heel as she started to make her way back towards her corner.. hot black boots tapping against the canvas like a fist knocking on a door. Her eyes looked determined and spry before suddenly they flung open and looked like two massive colored pearls in her head.

SNAP!

Lyla's fingers were suddenly deep in Ana's hair. A massive clump was slowly forming in Lyla's hand, her fingers sinking into different strands as she tugged and pulled on her old friends hair.

"Oh no no no.. you're not allowed to just.. walk away after that." Came Lyla's slightly disgusted voice.

"A.. ah... mmgh... ah... Le.. let.. g-go..." Ana's moans of pain sounded like the groans of a zombie filling the air. Her arms waved around in the air in front of her like flags in the wind while her feet stomped lightly on the canvas. Lyla stood behind her, that wolfish grin still settling in nicely on her face as she slowly start to pull her ex friend back by the hair. Ana squealed lightly, getting pulled back inch by inch until her tush pressed lightly against Lyla's tummy. Ana's soft fleshy bottom lightly pressed down like two pancakes with Lyla's tummy deflating like an ocean of maple syrup. All Ana could do was wave her hands around in front of her, reaching for the ropes and safety that would never come.

Lucy could feel her fingers tightening into the soft bedspread, her nails biting down like the teeth of a wolf digging into some fresh meat as her eyes softly widened and her chest began to rise and fall quicker like a tide that was closing in. Her mind was awash in a feeling of pure ecstasy that traveled from the tip of her spine all the way to the base. There was something so.. hot about it all. The gentle squeals of Ana as her hair was tugged, the nasty snarl of Lyla, the tightening of those fingers around that perfect blonde hair, all of it culminated into this beautiful painting of dominance and humiliation that Lucy just wanted more of.

Alice looked much the same, her lips sitting in that satisfied grin as she watched the tumultuous action unfold. She was hooked, staring forward and only turning her head to see how Lucy was reacting. Whenever Lucy caught Alice's gaze she began to blush a bright fiery red like that of a tomato and she quickly hid her face and tried to focus on the TV in front of her. Lucy swore she could feel Alice inching closer and closer from across the bed like a caterpillar making it's way across the floor of a forest to a particularly homey tree.

The match continued at the same pace with Lyla dragging Ana across the canvas as though she was garbage about to be thrown in the trash can. The corner of the ring sat open and waiting, the thick turnbuckles begging to crush Ana's spine as Lyla launched her forward and a fulfilling CRUNCH echoed around the arena.

"A.. M.. mmh.... AHHHHHH.... Mmh... mmgh.." Ana's screams filled the air like a symphony, echoing off the rafters for the crowds enjoyment.

"Did that feel good bitch? How about you just sit there and let me win huh?"

THUD... THUD... CRACK... THWACK..

Lyla's knee sank into Ana's tummy like a ship sinking into the deep. Every single knee sounded like a hammer swinging into raw meat, thumps and thuds filling the air. The soft flesh condensed down like a whoopie cushion as the tiny girl bent tightly into Lyla's knee. Ana almost looked like a hunchback with how much she was bending over Lyla's knee, with her ass pushing and grabbing onto the middle turnbuckle like it was trying to eat it.. Her mouth was slightly open with thick goopy drool dripping out like a fountain. The slippery drool dropped between her breasts and sank down into her cleavage like a river. Suddenly that beautiful and vibrant outfit was coated in little dark spots from sweat that dripped down like rain and drool that dripped down like sleet. It was a disgusting and catty display, yet one that Lucy was into completely.

Lucy's eyes hadn't left the screen and every time she snapped back to reality she found herself just a few more inches off the pillows as she leaned just a tad bit forward. Her heart was thumping in her chest at a million miles a minute as her thighs begged to rub together in harmony. Lucy kept herself chained though, resisting temptation as she tried her best to unpack her feelings one by one. Was it the faces? Was it the tight outfits? Was it the cattyness of it all? She couldn't quite put her finger on what made her feel this way and instead she just felt hopelessly confused and lost while incredibly.. fucking.. horny.

Lyla had now taken the time to wrap her arm around Ana's head, yanking her ex friend from the turnbuckles and forcing her to walk towards the center of the ring. Ana's face was squished up like a ball of play-dough that was being played with while a bit of her drool dripped to the canvas. Her thick ass was fully on display while she whined and struggled in Lyla's grip. Lyla didn't let go, instead tightening her arm as the two stood fighting for control in the center of the ring like a lion facing off against a gazelle. Lyla had won.. and there was still a whole match left. Lyla's fingers dug into the waistband of Ana's shorts, yanking and tugging like hooks digging into a fishes mouth. The tight material of those shorts wiggled up slowly and steadily while sinking deep between the pale cheeks Ana sported. Ana began to struggle and whine, smacking at Lyla's sides while waving again for the ropes. She wasn't able to do much of anything other than struggle and stomp her feet like a spoiled brat finally getting what she deserved. It was.. tantalizing. Lucy eye's stayed trained on that booty.. getting slightly lost in it as the tight spandex stretched and strained while sinking down to become a pretty beautiful and vibrant thong.

Flashes from the crowd went off in tandem, eating up the piece of eye candy that was on display while making Ana flash red with pure embarassment. Her fingers grabbed at Lyla's shorts, tugging on them to try and give Lyla some semblance of a wedgie too but failing so terribly that it once again just looked like a jobber struggling to break a hold.

"Is that reallllllllyyyy the best you've got Ana? You're such a pathetic bitch.. I can't believe I was ever your friend."

In the next few seconds Ana was upside down, her whole body straight up and down like a pencil. Lyla held her there for a few moments, walking a few feet just to show her little prize off to the crowd.

THUD.

Finally the sound of finality filled the ring as Ana laid on the canvas clutching her back and squealing in pain.

"A..... AHHHHHH.... mMMGH..."

"That's right.. Fucking scream bitch. It's all your good at." Lyla's voice sounded utterly disgusted as she stood above Ana, watching the worm writhe on the ground and try to wiggle away the pain.

Lyla lifted her boot, putting it on Ana's upturned face while softly whispering little taunts and dirty promises to her new favorite toy. Ana laid there and struggled, her fingers digging into the leather boot as she tried to remove it from her features while her feet kicked endlessly to try and relieve some of the horrid pain and the stinging humiliation.

By this point Lucy had to actively stifle the moans that were begging to drag themselves up her throat. She could feel her cheeks redden at differing intervals while her toes continuously curled and uncurled like a tape being played and then rewound. It seemed like Alice might've been picking up on some of this her eyes slowly becoming more interested in Lucy's little mannerisms rather than the match itself. She watched curiously, drinking in the little show that was happening in front of her before finally her voice split the air like a mortar.

"Are you enjoying the match Lucy?"

Lucy froze, realizing that she was giving herself away like a whore who had dressed far to scantily in church. She quickly swallowed and took a deep breath, a little fake smile taking it's place over her lips as she turned her head towards her friend. The one thing Lucy couldn't be rid of though was the overflowing blush, which stained her cheeks like an artist who had messed up on a painting.

"A.. ahm.. well.. Yeah it's interesting. They're so rough with each other."

"Yeah, kinda hot isn't it?"

Once again Lucy froze, her cheeks becoming hotter and hotter.

"It's okay Lucy. It's hot for me too honestly."

Lucy couldn't speak. Her words locked deep in her throat.

"It's.. really not something to get so worked up over. Girls beating each other up has ALWAYS been hot. It'd be hard to find SOMEONE who doesn't think so."

"B-But..."

"But?" Alice giggled softly, putting her hand on Lucy's hand delicately. "If it seriously bothers you that much I'll flick it off. I told you I was on a kick of another show lately."

Lucy shook her head softly, trying to find the words as they wrestled in her tummy. Finally she spit out a coherent sentence. "It doesn't bother me."

The last thing she wanted was for this bit of enjoyment to go away, she really wanted to see it through til the end. It was like trying a specific drug for the first time, an experience like no other.

"You sure? You seem quite.. bothered." Alice's eyes glanced down at the thighs that were lightly rubbing up and down.

"Ahem.. I told you. I'm fine with it. It's just interesting is all." Lucy shook her head from side to side a few times, reducing the cloud of blush to a mist and coming back down from the high tower of horny that she sat atop. She finally looked at her friend with a semi genuine look and gave the brightest fake smile that she possibly could before speaking again to quell any disbelief.

"Wrestling's just cool! I never knew they could be so rough to each other. I always thought it was fake."

Alice's eyebrow raised. She had seen through the disguise ten times over but.. you couldn't force a pearl from a clam, you had to use tact. Alice shrugged softly, playing along to Lucy's little delusions as she turned her head back towards the screen, two could play the game but only one was going to win.

"Sometimes it is. But this one was pretty real. Lyla wanted it to be that way."

"Did Ana know how real Lyla wanted it?"

"Nope.. Which is why this match is one of my favorites."

When Lucy turned her head back towards the screen the scene had changed completely to something that looked akin to torture mixed with a healthy dose of humiliation. Ana's nose was dragging along the front of Lyla's bottoms, sinking in delicately to the tight spandex as little droplets of sweat fell from Lyla's tummy onto Ana's face. Ana's mouth was curved into a disgusting grimace as her feet lightly kicked on the canvas in tandem like a drum beat. Her fingers grabbed and clawed at Lyla's legs, digging in like the claws of a kitten as she tried to scratch her way out of the hold. Little bits of drool and spittle dropped from between Ana's colorful lips, soaking up some of the beautiful lip stick and forcing the color onto Lyla's thick soft thighs. Her eyes were nearly cross as she scratch and clawed while moaning in pain. Ana's cheeks and face were being squished between thick thighs while her nose sat shoved gently between Lyla's legs, leaving a tiny indent on the tight material; a scenario Lucy may have fantasized about once or twice.

Lyla had her palms pressed to the canvas as her thighs sat locked around Ana's face like a vice. It was a devastating headscissor. It was so tight that it left almost no room for Ana to maneuver her way out.. instead she'd just have to outlast the pain and hope Lyla got bored with the hold. Lyla looked out at the crowd, giving her fakest smile as she humped her hips just a little and left her ex-friend's nose covered in sweat and slime. It was a disgusting display but it was also a display that held Lucy captive in it's embrace. The humiliating aspect was beyond tantalizing, it must've felt.. so wonderful being trapped like that.. losing to a better woman. Lucy found her mind lightly wandering before Alice brought her back to the present.

"When interviewed about it Ana stated this was one of the worst things she's ever had happen to her in her entire career." Alice stated it so nonchalantly, like it wasn't something worth caring about.

"Oh? Why's that?" Lucy struggled to talk, yet Alice seemed as chatty as ever.

"Because it's humiliating, duh! I mean.. Lyla is literally riding her face and there's not all that much she can ACTUALLY do other than just lay there and take it." Lucy heard the slight tinge of admiration in Alice's voice

"Yeah but it's just.. wrestling right?"

"Sure, I guess. But moves like this aren't normally done unless you wanna tarnish the other person's reputation."

"Then why do it?"

"Because.. it's hot. I mean, look at Lyla's panties, she's clearly enjoying it."

Lucy blushed softly. "That could be anything.. they're both sweating a lot."

Alice was suddenly inches away, her breath just barely brushing over Lucy's ear as she spoke. Her words coming out in a mere whisper. "Would it just be sweat if you were the one doing it?"

Lucy jumped, her cheeks turning as red as hot coals as she scurried to the side of the bed. Her breath was coming out so heavy and hot that it was nearly like a dragon preparing to spew flame. Alice began to laugh and giggle, covering her mouth with her hand.

"PFFT! You should see your face! Jeez Lucy, lighten up. It's just wrestling. Just like you said right?"

Lucy leaned over, giving her friend a light push in the bed.

"Don't do that! I don't think it's hot. To me it's just wrestling."

"Coooourse you don't. Keep watching. Kinda fun seeing how you react."

Lucy rolled her eyes lightly. "We don't have to watch if you're going to be mean about it."

"Oh? You want me to turn it off?" Alice raised her eyebrows, clearly prepared to make good on her threat.

Lucy stopped and chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before sighing a tiny sigh of defeat. She wanted to see this through til the end, no matter how humiliating it was. "No. Just.. stop teasing me."

Alice tossed a fry into her mouth, grinning from ear to ear as she chewed nice and slow. "Fine. OOH! Check this part out. Lyla's about to do her famous torture rack."

It felt like every time Lucy glanced away the entire scene in the ring shifted and changed to something completely different. Lyla's cruelty and creativeness knew no bounds as she held her prey over her shoulders like a violin ready to be strummed. Ana's screams filled the crowd like music as the crowd screamed and cheered back for an encore.

"A... AHHHHH! MMGH... L-LEMME... DOWN!!!"

"Oh? You want me to let you down? Just give me a moment.. I wanna see how far you can bend you fucking loser."

Ana's body was bent like the wood of a bow, creaking and cracking as it tried to resist the pull of Lyla's fingers. Her body looked like a half circle with the way her spine bent all out of wack. Her mouth was open so wide that screams were able to pour forth like water spilling from a dam. Her entire body would shake and jostle a little but it couldn't do much else. Her arms.. while free seemed to only want to be tucked into her own hair, grabbing on and pulling as she tried to relieve some of the pain flowing through her spine. Little tears lightly drained from her eyes and dripped down onto the canvas, leaving little gray splotches everywhere Lyla walked.

It honestly didn't seem like Ana could take much more with how disfigured her body looked. Little bruises and small scratches where appearing in hues of red and purple all over her body. Her outfit was in complete disarray, coated in sweat with little threads sticking out of different spots. Her makeup was smeared across her face like a sad clown at the circus with her eyeliner leaving massive black patches around her eyes.

It was... God.. It was like looking at a thanksgiving feast when you hadn't eaten for days. Lucy didn't even try to hide the drool dripping off her lips.. instead staring at the way Ana's outfit sank between her kitty lips.. the way her sports bra hugged and squeezed her breasts.. the way her hair hung like a mop around her head, covering some of her features; it was an ugly look. Lucy softly fantasized about looking like that.. or.. maybe.. making someone else look like that. Her eyes glanced over towards Alice and she quickly shook her head, freeing herself of her daze. That was her friend, it was just a stupid fantasy, one that would never be realized.

Lyla on the other hand looked just as beautiful as when this match had started, not a single strand of hair was out of place. Her muscles were were strained and present as her arms tugged down on Ana's neck and legs. She stood center ring, smiling at the crowd for a moment before slowly and gingerly stepping forward. With every step she showed off the body hanging over her shoulders, turning so that the crowd could snap more photos of Ana's upside down, screaming face. She wanted to make a statement with this match, that much was certain.

Lyla stepped closer to the ropes before her beautiful voice overtook Ana's nasty and grating screams.

"So.. you still want down? Here bitch.. Have the ropes."

THUD!

Ana's body bounced off the canvas like a bouncy ball, her stomach smashing into the thinly covered wooden planks as she bounced up and down a few times before laying there and groaning for a few moments.

"M.. mmgh.. T-Time out..."

Lyla nearly laughed, kicking Ana lightly in the side. "Get up. Come on bitch.. use the ropes."

By this point Lucy's thighs had begun to rub together as she became fully immersed. She wasn't sitting in the crappy hotel room anymore, she was ringside.. watching this unfold in real time. In her head she was begging for Lyla to continue, to humiliate Ana beyond belief.. but in her soul she felt utterly awful, her stomach grinding around like she was sick. Lucy wasn't a violent person by any stretch of the imagination, so why was it she felt so in love with this?

Ana grabbed onto the ropes greedily, pulling and yanking on the stretchy wire as she slowly got to her knees. Her entire body wobbled as her full booty sat perfectly on display with her thin shorts sinking neatly between her buttocks. Lyla just stood there for a moment behind her.. hand positioned on her hips as she looked down through disgusted eyes.

"What's wrong Ana? Don't have anything else to say?"

Ana began to cry.. her hands wiggling the ropes around as she screamed out in pure unrelenting anger. "It's not fucking fair! YOU CHEATED! YOU STUPID B- ACK!"

Suddenly Lyla sat her knee on the back of Ana's head, sitting her cute ass on the Ana's back. Ana's neck pressed harshly into the ropes. Ana's face quickly transformed from one of anger to one of complete and utter pain as she choked on the ruby red ropes and began to kick her little feet like mad. Her nails dug into the tightly bound wire as the ropes began to wound their way around her neck like a hangman's noose. She was turning purple with drool dripping off her lips and falling outside the ring like rain that had no end. The crowd got an upclose and personal view with the grim sight, snapping pictures like mad for magazine covers and social media posts. They all wanted a look at the newest pathetic jobber.

"Were you saying something Ana? Wanna finish that sentence? BITCH."

"A.. Ack... mgh.... mmmgh.... a.. ack.... g.. get... o.. off.."

Lyla rolled her eyes lightly, finally releasing the hold as Ana's body jumped up like a jack in the box. She hung from the ropes like a Christmas ornament, lightly swinging back and forth as her cheek rested on the middle rope. Little groans left Ana's lips, getting drowned out by the cheers of the blood thirsty crowd. "m.. mmgh.."

Lucy's fingers were beginning to dig deep into the sheets, grabbing on for dear life for fear that she would be whisked away into the match if she let go. Her tongue whipped around lightly in her mouth as she tried her damnedest to keep the drool inside and secure. Alice at this point was only watch Lucy, a little smile playing on her features as she watched with complete and utter interest. She decided to have a little fun with her friend.

"Oh Lucy, I forgot.. we totally forgot to bring in the bags from the car. You mind if we pause this and go get them."

"D-Do you mind if we wait for this to be over?" Lucy dragged her eyes kicking and screaming away from the scene on the screen, trying her best to look her friend in the eyes.

"Why? It's just wrestling isn't it?"

Lucy flushed a deep red, fighting with herself. The last thing she wanted was a break.

"P-Please.. can we just finish it?"

"Well... Since you asked so nicely I guess we can. Besides.. it's almost over. What's been your favorite part so far?"

The teasing was doing wonders, making Lucy squirm like a fish on a hook. "I mean.. It's all been pretty good. It'd be hard for me to pick a favorite part."

"Hey Lucy? Take a look at the screen for me would ya?"

Lucy's head snapped back like a rubber band and what she was greeted with made her head skip a beat.

Ana's blonde hair was the only part of her head visible as her nose and face sank deep in between Lyla's beautiful and barely covered cheeks. The tight and sweat spandex was sticking to Ana's face like a soft, breathable mask as her head turned a few inches to the left and then a few inches to the right. Sweaty, bubbly cheeks jiggled left and right over the cute round head, forcing that nose in deeper and deeper as Ana's entire body went berserk in a futile attempt at escape. Lucy sat on the edge of her seat, drool coming out of her lips in full force now as she didn't even turn her head, not wanting to miss a single fucking second. Alice's voice guided her through the horny haze.. helping her focus.

"Is.. that maybe your favorite part of the match? It must've been pretty humiliating for Ana, especially since she doesn't even mention this part of the match in interviews." Alice's voice sounded nearly innocent but Lucy couldn't even muster a response.

Ana's feet raised high into the air, stomping down in full force as the ring jiggled and shook. Her little voice was muffled and barely audible through all the ass as the sound of the crowd nearly drowned her out. The sound of Ana's voice was like a whisper on the wind, just barely gracing Lucy's ears and nearly causing a moan to spill from her barely open lips.

"MMMGH! G-Get OFFFMMPH! PLEASEMMMGH! I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE YOUUUU!"

Lyla on the other hand was smiling like a queen who had just taken her throne, wiggling her hips back and forth so that her thick fleshy ass sank dirtily onto Ana's face. Her smile was like a kid getting away with stealing a cookie. She raised up her arms and gently flexed, showing off her muscles as her hips moved like a belly dancers. Every second it seemed like Ana sank deeper and deeper like a cave diver who really wanted to reach the bottom of a cave. Lyla's voice was dominant, nasty, seductive and clearly.. fucking horny.

"Does that smell good? Huh you fucking loser? This is exactly where you belong. How about you tap out. Come on.. tap that fucking hand on my ass."

Ana's hand smacked the canvas a few times in a rhythm, trying to tap out quickly and end this madness. Lucy held her breath slightly.. wanting more.

"Nuh uh.. I said my ass bitch. Tap it."

Ana's hand hovered like a UFO for a few moments, contemplating giving up all of her dignity for a moments respite. She screamed, yelled, slapped the canvas, kicked her feet and struggled like a worm looking for a mate yet it was all completely futile. Her nose was still stuck deep in Lyla's bottoms and her pride was completely tarnished. She was stuck sniffing ass like a dog, and Lucy was utterly in love with it.

TAP... TAP TAP... TAP TAP TAP TAP..... TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP

"GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF!"

DING DING DING

Ana's hand wildly smacked the fleshy booty, shaking it and jiggling it on her own face as she withered away in the sweaty spandex like the loser she was. Lyla sat there for a good couple of minutes as Ana's struggles became more strained and winded before finally she was just lightly twitching on the canvas. Lyla ran basically a fully photo shoot in the ring, posing for the crowd as they took pictures of her on her new 'throne'. Finally, after a few more moments of this the TV faded to black and the little image sat there circling asking if they'd like to go to the next episode.

Yes.

That was the only thought flowing through Lucy's mind as she stared for a few moments, unmoving like a statue answering the question that sat on the TV.

"Soo.. what'd ya think?" Alice's voice boomed in Lucy's ear, shaking her from the mountain she sat atop and sending her tumbling down in a stuttering, shuddering haze.

"A-Ah.. w-well.. it was... s-something." Lucy really couldn't speak, her mind elsewhere as she eyed the bathroom fervently, wanting to run away and make use of what she had just seen.

"Something huh?"

"Y-Yeah.. I think I need to.. take a s-shower."

Alice eyed the area between Lucy's legs with a soft smirk settling on her face. Lucy's thighs were slick with.. well it definitely wasn't sweat. All she wanted was for Lucy to admit it, so now it was time to try and tease the pearl from it's shell.

"Did you enjoy that lil finale?" Alice once again sounded as innocent as an angel, though every word had the worst intentions.

Lucy lightly closed her eyes, as if committing the scene she had just seen to memory. Her forehead softly wrinkled up in annoyance. All she wanted was out of this conversation.

"It was pretty good wasn't it?" Alice slowly moved forward, once again letting her hot breath brush over Lucy's ear. "Seeing all that creamy ass melt over that losers face."

A small squeak left Lucy's lips as sweat dripped off her brow. She quickly escaped the bed, standing next to it in a nearly hunched over position. "A.. ah.. s-shut.. Shut up.."

"Why? It's just wrestling right?"

Lucy's face began to turn red as she tried to find some sort of way out of this. She slowly began to back pedal, heading towards the bathroom.

"You know Lucy.. We could always wrestle like that." Alice sounded as seductive as a succubus.

There it was, the final crack in the dam that let all that blush come forth. Lucy's face turned eternally red as if she was about to combust into a cloud of smoke. She quickly opened the bathroom door and slammed it shut, locking herself away for a few moments. Alice broke down into giggles as she finished off her fries by tossing one into her mouth. It was fun teasing Lucy; even if there was an air of truth and want to Alice's words.