Squared Circle Sexfight

"1..." Natalya, having shown signs of life, allowed Beth, in her own strange, desire-driven calculus, to use all of her strength to hold Natalya down. Nattie, for her part, having finally recovered enough to fully push, this time did so with both arms, using her recovered strength to press hard upwards, against the weight of both Beth's straddle, and the force of her palms pushing downward. Their combined resistance left their two sets of outstretched arms to hover just above the mat, breaking the count, but leaving both to again exhaust themselves on each other, pressing tit-to-tit, stomach-to-stomach, and forehead-to-forehead for balance. There, in that struggle they groaned and moaned through gritted teeth, each trying to overpower the other, until they found only stalemate - only an equality of effort.

Seconds passed as each held on, their bodies shaking violently in each others grasp, until finally, the levee broke, when Natalya lifted her head just enough, and unexpectedly pressed her lips to her opponent's. Beth was shocked, pleased, and due to both: stunned, just long enough for Natalya to roll the two, ending with Beth on bottom, and herself on top. Quickly thereafter, the Hart wrapped her legs around her partner's, pressed her body into that of the same, and with their still-laced fingers, pinned Beth's whole body to the mat.

"See! I knew you liked gir..." Despite her predicament, Beth began to gloat about her earlier accusals being right, but found herself cut off, as Natalya once again sealed their lips together, thereafter invading her opponent's mouth with her tongue. The Glamazon responded, meeting her opponent's tongue with her own, each kissing the other with years of repressed passions, and hidden lusts. But just as the kiss could get no more intense, and each found themselves more turned on than they ever had been in their lives, Natalya pulled back, and counted:

"1..." Before diving back into their glorious kiss. Beth's eyes, which had been closed in enjoyment, shot open in shock, as she realized Nattie considered their match ongoing, and her pin, one to end the match.

Beth, in response, and without breaking their incredible kiss, began to use her arms, abs, and chest to push upward, but in so doing found only her opponent's strength and weight, bearing down on her, keeping her pinned. Worry began to set in, despite her distraction, that she could not push herself free, and that she was was quickly headed towards defeat - a threat made more real as Natalya again pulled away from their kiss, to announce a long delayed:

"2..." At the very sound of the announcement, Beth began to buck her hips wildly, looking for some method of of freeing herself, and in so doing, rammed her clit up into Natalya's, which was already pushing down to keep the Glamazon pinned. The sudden and unexpected touching sent shivers down both wrestlers spines, a wave of pleasure through each of their bodies, and caused Natalya's grip and hold to soften just enough for Beth to shove her off, and roll away.

There, on the mat, only feet away from each other, they both just laid, taking in air. Unsure what to do next. Unsure what had just happened. Unsure what they had gotten themselves into. Were they wrestling? Fighting? Having sex? None of that? All of it? They weren't sure, but despite the odd feeling of not knowing, neither was going to pull back now. This was it. This was their battle. This was what they both wanted, even if neither could even explain what it was.

"Not done yet, are you?" Beth asked out of both feigned and actual concern, as she brought herself up to her knees, hoping that her partner had more in her, and wouldn't bolt, now that she was free to leave the ring.

"Not even close." Responded Natalya defiantly, as she too raised into to a kneel.

There the two stayed, catching their breath, their naked breasts gleaming as the overhead lights hit the sweat thereupon. But then, as if some unspoken signal was passed between the two, they both stood up, stepped towards each other, and locked up again, just as they had when their match started. It was Beth who took the initiative this time, backing her opponent up across the ring and into the ropes, until both, as is required by the general rules of the ring, released their clinch. It was at that moment of unrequired sportsmanship, that Beth reached behind Natalya with her left hand, and grabbed her hair, from the other side of the ropes, tugging it harshly so that she could not escape, and was as a further consequence, pulled against the ropes, with her back arched over the top rope in a incredibly awkward position. Natalya went to scream out in pain, but found her wind to do so suddenly stolen, as Beth drove a hard fist into her partner's undefended gut. The Hart tried to double over in pain, but the Glamazon held firm to her opponent's hair, and kept her bent backwards over the rope, thereafter driving another hard punch to her exposed abdominal muscles.

Again and again, Beth delivered blows, until Natalya's legs gave out, and she found herself being held up by the Glamazon's grip upon her hair alone. It was at that point that Beth released her hold of Nattie, and let her collapse face first to the mat below. The Glamazon, confident that she had the upper hand, walked behind her opponent, reached down, wrapped her arms around the Hart's waist, and then lifted her up into the air. From there, Beth sat down, slamming her partner's face first into the mat, in her patented Glam Slam maneuver, Natalya legs splayed out to either side of Beth's abdomen.

At the very moment of impact, Natalya's naked body went limp and unmoving, broken by her opponent's finishing move. There, Beth sat thinking of what to do next, resting her strong hands on Natalya's toned ass, squeezing it, for her own enjoyment and curiosity. Finally however, once the Glamazon decided on her next move, she scootched back at an angle, and then freed one of her legs from underneath Natalya's. After having done so, she lowered her thigh back down on top of Nattie's, and scootched forward again, thereby nestling her clit against her partner's. Then, Beth began to thrust her sex into her opponent's, making sure to keep a tight grip on Nattie's ass, so that she could not escape, were she to suddenly wake from her Glam-Slammed-state.

"Uughhhhh" Beth began to moan, as she let her head drop back behind her shoulders, her every thrust not only bringing pleasure to herself, but life back into her grounded partner. Those moans were before long reciprocated and equaled by Natalya, who found herself giving into ecstasy, being unable to crawl away from the Glamazon, and her clit-to-clit submission. If she could not flee, at least she could reposition, Natalya thought to herself, as she turned over, keeping her thighs crossed with her partner's - who did not cease her thrusting for even a moment. There, in that mutual, face-to-face scissor, Nattie began to thrust back, meeting the Glamazon's clit with her own, over and over again.

Minutes passed, as each wrestler's moans filled the Performance Center, neither giving an inch - each fighting off bravely their desire to release their sweet juices upon there other. But as push gave way to push, and thrust succeeded thrust, it began to dawn on Natalya, the position in which she and her opponent found themselves, and how she could use it to her advantage. From that realization to action, took only seconds - seconds in which Natalya rocked back, and then rolled her body forward and up, until she was standing, and looking down at her confused opponent, from the absolute perfect place to lock on her own finisher: the Sharpshooter.

A move she did cinch in, after crossing her partner's right ankle, behind her left knee, on top of Natalya's own thigh, and then in one single, practiced motion, did Natalya turn her opponent over, and sit down, placing her own unclothed ass, on top of Beth's. The move was devastating to a fresh opponent, let alone one who had been in and out of the wringer, over and over again, breaking her own body against that of her former friend. Such a reality at play, Beth began whimper, as she reached out, for a rope, for a hand, for anything that she might use to escape, as her lower back began to ache in excruciating pain - but all to no avail. For Natalya had the hold well-applied, and had put it on, due to the placement of their tribbing session, in a location as far away from a rope as possible, one Beth might use to escape, rules or ref regardless. Having little to no other choice, other than submitting to her partner, or passing out from the pain, Beth placed her palms on the mat, and tried to push herself up, off the ground, and in so doing, escape the submission hold she found herself in.

Natalya held tight, and leaned backwards against Beth's attempted leverage, putting an incredible amount of pressure on Beth's lower back, which had already seen itself targeted throughout their impromptu match. And though it hurt, and in truth left Beth injured for months after their battle, Natalya gave way first, finding herself thrown off of the Glamazon, who poured all of her remaining reserves into her desperate push. But such an escape left Beth broken, winded, and still grounded, whilst Natalya found herself still standing, and free to plot her next move.

In that freedom, Natalya decided to climb the nearest turnbuckle, naked though she was, and once there, crouch, and wait for her partner to stand. It took some moments for Beth to recover enough to attempt it, finding herself more than confused as to the sudden absence of Natalya, or any follow up maneuver therefrom. But as she wondered, and wandered unsteady, she turned, just a blink before Natalya dove off the top rope in a flying cross body, and slammed into Beth's chest, their bodies connecting, forming the shape of a lowercase T being crossed. It was then, that in an absolutely amazing feat of strength and ring awareness, Beth caught Natalya mid-air, and after a stumble this way and that, she struggling to keep upright despite all the damage done to her lower back, the Glamazon captured Natalya's right arm firmly between her powerful thighs, and then fell forward, slamming her partner into the mat.

Having landed in, and then maintained their t-shape, Beth reached her left hand up, and pinned Natalya's left wrist to the mat, and then with her right hand, reached down, and dug two fingers deep into Nattie's soaking cunt. Natalya was devastated by the slam, the match, and all that had transpired, and yet, even as all hope seemed to have been lost, she still struggled.

"1..." Beth began to count, causing her partner, who laid beneath her breathing heavy, to try to overpower Beth's left arm with her own, trying to free her wrist, to attempt some form of escape, but found that no matter how hard she tried, she could not.

"2..." At the sound of the second count, Natalya began to try and free her right arm, from between Beth's thighs, either completely, or just enough to reach her sex, but found that she could do neither. With all other avenues having failed, and knowing that the count of three was about to pass the lips of the woman she had kissed not moments ago, Natalya began to use her legs, and wounded abdominal muscles to bridge out of the pin. And though it worked, despite how much pain it caused, bringing her shoulders just far enough off the mat to break Beth's count, every second the Hart spent bridged, drove her opponent's fingers deeper into her sex.

"1..." Beth began again, while increasing the speed at which she fingered Natalya, who began to moan loudly beneath her.

"2..." The count came again, as Natalya wriggled under Beth, the former trying desperately to close her thighs to Beth's hand, before begrudgingly she bridged again, this time only barely able to break the pin, given the aching she felt in her abdominal muscles. A pain that was then made worse by the Glamazon, who quickly withdrew her fingers from Natalya's sex, only to use the hand a second later in the shape of a fist, driving it down hard into Nattie's stomach. Such a blow was repeated over and over again, 10 times, then 20, each eliciting a cry of pain from the Hart, until Beth, satisfied at the damage done, once again reached down and drove her fingers into her opponent's cunt.

"1..." The Glamazon counted again, her fingers pumping in and out of Natalya's pussy, just as the latter again tried to bridge, this time early, knowing that the blows to her abdominal muscles would make a successful bridge harder, if not impossible. Again the bridge drover her opponent's fingers deeper, and again the attempt caused her abs to burn, this time terribly, the strange mix of intense pleasure and agonizing pain caused tears to well in her eyes, even though she was not crying.

"2..." The count continued, and still Natalya's bridge faltered, her shoulders still pinned to the mat. And though she tried, desperately, using all of the strength she had left, she finally collapsed, when the pain from her abs became too great, and a vicious orgasm ripped through her body.

"3..." Beth finally counted to three, before releasing Natalya's various limbs, and pulling her own juice-covered fingers from the quivering and convulsing snatch in which they had worked. Then, the Glamazon pushed herself up to her knees, leaving her conquered partner shaking on the mat below, her eyes closed in both the shame of defeat, and the newly revived embarrassment of having crossed so many lines, not just with someone who was not her husband, not just with a woman, but also with someone who she for all intents and purposes hated. And as all that flood of regretful thoughts began to fill the Hart's mind, and disgust at herself and her own actions began to churn in her stomach, a new reason for concern became as apparent, as Beth's sweat-drenched pussy was suddenly lowered over Natalya's mouth.

"You wanted to see it, Nattie! Well, you saw it! Now ... /I/ want to see it! I want to see what you've been thinking about when you bumped into me in the showers, making sure we were always in the stalls next to each other. I want to see what you've been masturbating to, when we're on the phone and I can hear your breathing get deep. How you picture eating me to get off, when you're fucking T.J.. I know you've wanted me, Natalya, and have for so long... Now, let's see it!" Beth mocked, imitating Natalya's initial challenge, as she ground her wet lips into Natalya's face, stopping her motions only briefly when the Hart's nose caught on her clit.

Beth was right, about all of it. How Natalya felt. What she had done. That she had dreamt about this moment a thousand times. But even with that wanting, and all the pent-up desires, Natalya found herself crying beneath and between Beth's thighs. For she, Natalie Neidhart, a woman some call the greatest female wrestler of all time - graduate of the Hart Dungeon - relative of the great shooter Stu Hart and Excellence of Execution Bret Hart, had been beaten. Had been pinned, and forced to cum, not separately, but simultaneously. Not only that, but now, she was being being forced to lick the clit and cunt of the woman who bested her. It was catastrophic in its humiliation - devastating in its attack on her ego, and yet, despite that, after one swift and firm tug of her pink and blonde hair by Beth, Natalya began her chore.

Licking. Sucking. Nibbling. Forced to continue, whenever she slowed, by Beth, who would yank her hair cruelly, and grind her hips downward painfully, whenever the pleasure began to ebb even a little. Minutes passed, one after another, until after nearly half an hour of forcing her defeated partner to please her, in the most intimate way possible, the Glamazon suddenly stood up, still not having cum.

"My turn... Open your legs to me!" Beth demanded, as she walked back to Natalya's feet. At first, Nattie resisted, intending to keep her thighs closed to her victorious opponent, hoping that the humiliation would just suddenly end, without any more. But, Beth, knowing the truth behind all of the tears, and whimpering - knowing that so many years of lust and unfulfilled desires could not be so easily bottled, decided to convince the rebellious Hart. And so the Glamazon, lifted up Natalya's still-flexed legs, and began to nibble at her toes. Taking one into her mouth at a time, and sucking on them, until finally, after having reached all 10, she lowered those legs, which had already begun to soften in their resistance. Beth then leaned over on all fours and began to crawl over Natalya's body, using her tongue to trace from those very feet, up Nattie's right calf and shin, until she reached her clamped together knees. There, she put her tongue between both of her partner's thighs, as best she could given their state, and then began licking up the length of them, towards what it was that the Glamazon wanted. Almost immediately, did Natalya release the tightness of her legs' constriction, one half of her mind betraying the other, giving way to desire, and forgetting about all else that drove her.

With Natalya's thick and powerful thighs having finally opened, Beth lowered herself, and began to unleash her tongue, her teeth, and even her nose, bringing each to bear, to drive Nattie wild. In reaction, and driven by instinct and desire alone, the Hart began to thrust her pubic mound upward, toward the Glamazon's mouth, who herself aided in the effort, by using her powerful hands to pull the Hart's ass up from the mat, thereby driving her tongue deeper than either woman could have imagined. Given such manipulations, and all else that was uniquely powerful about Beth Phoenix, whereas it took Natalya half-an-hour to fail at bringing Beth to Orgasm, it took all of a minute and a half, for the Glamazon to succeed in the same race.

But the very moment Natalya began to gush her sweet juices, and quake in the most intense and exhausting of orgasms, Beth pulled back, only to then hop forward, and place her still undaunted clit against the quivering same of Nattie, bringing their bodies into the very tightest of upright scissors.

Despite the intense orgasm still coursing through her body, in horror, Natalya tried to crawl backwards and free herself from Beth's grasp, knowing that she could take literally not even a seconds more pleasure - not even a single additional thrust from her better, let alone whatever such better had in mind.

But as Nattie realized that she was stuck, and could not crawl away, she cried out, and put her hands out in plea, begging for mercy, just as Beth began to thrust, driving their clits together with all the force and friction she could muster. But Beth did not stop, not in minutes, not in tens of them, pulling forcefully every last drip of cum from her partner, even as she cried, recovered, and then began to cry again, only stopping when the Glamazon herself finally came, pushed over the edge by the sound of Natalya's pathetic whimpering.

Finally pleased, and certain that her partner had been completely broken, Beth released Natalya's muscle-etched leg, which she had held upright and tightly to for the entirety of their forced tribbing session. It was then that the Glamazon pushed herself forward, and laid down next Natalya's broken and orgasm-ravaged body. There, she without warning reached out, and grabbed the Hart's pussy and clit with a firm grasp, making Natalya jump in terror, only to relax when no overt pressure was placed on the hold, or movement used to continue any more torturous continuation of pleasure.

"Now... We're going to get up. We're going to get dressed. You're going to come with me back to my place. Adam (Copeland or Edge as he is known in the WWE) is waiting for me. Adam has always talked about a threesome with you and me. We're going to give that to him. Do you understand?" In response, Natalya did not speak, instead only nodding in agreement, as she sniffled and wiped tears off her cheeks, she now being completely willing to do whatever Beth asked of her.