Malik stepped over to me and unzipped his pants. He reached in and drew out this thick cock. Still on my knees, that cock was inches from my face. Malik moved no closer but it felt like his cock was getting closer and closer to my mouth. I unconsciously licked my lips. I could resist. I had to resist. Just for a few seconds. I had to...
My tongue slid along the underside of that glorious cock. My heart began pounding as the taste of him on my tongue made my pussy gush embarrassingly. I lost track of Viper as my mouth slid over that cock head and I tried to take his entire cock into my mouth. His heavy balls filled my hand as I tried in vain to swallow his growing hardness. I was vaguely aware of Viper calling for someone but was far more interested in the thickness in my mouth. Suddenly I was lifted from my knees. Another black man I had not seen before was now in the room and dragging me to the table. He bent me over the table and lined up his hardening cock with my wet pussy. My eyes widened as I felt his unfamiliar thickness sliding into me. My belly muscles twitching and jumping with bimbo heat, I spread my legs farther apart and he drove into me again and again. I closed my eyes, head back, my blonde hair exploding across my back as I shuddered and moaned. I felt his cock harden and thicken inside me and suddenly he was pounding me silly as his cock emptied inside me. I could feel my pussy filling with his hot cum and suddenly I was a squirming wriggling mess as I squealed with helpless pleasure.
Breathless, I felt myself lifted again and turned as my ass was set on the table. I was laid back and the man was replaced by another unfamiliar black man but with an equally hard cock. He grabbed my bare hips and pulled me to him so I was impaled on his cock, my back on the table, my bare legs on his shoulders. He stroked into me easily, the wet sounds of his thickness driving into me very audible. He lasted for several minutes as I went through a series of embarrassingly loud climaxes, my body no longer under my control.
I lost track of the time. Finally I felt myself dumped to the floor in front of Viper, a used, full, barely-conscious bimbo. I gazed at the stern black woman through half-lidded eyes. She shook her head.
"Benji...Jamal...what do you think?"
One of the men shrugged. "A barely adequate sex toy, Mistress."
Viper nodded. "As I thought. She bears a gypsy mark showing her to be a plaything. You have done well, Benji and Jamal."
Both men went to a knee with their head down. "Thank you, Mistress." Their voices carried respect.
Viper turned back to me. "You waste my time, girl. Ye are not worthy to serve my lowest slave. You are no different than Tyger. You take no responsibility for your past. Pah! Clean your aura, girl. Make right. You can't run from your problems anymore. Tyger has set time bombs in your head. At least make peace with your victims and face your fate like the warrior you claim to be. Because your karma is shit."
Friday night. The crowd buzzed with excitement in anticipation of the resuming tournament. Only half of the original eight contenders remained at this stage: The redheaded Fury, myself, the implacable Dominatrix and the previously unknown Tyger. The early match tonight was an elimination match between Fury and me. The late match pitted the last two undefeated contenders against each other- Dominatrix and Tyger. The winner of my match would face the loser of the late match tomorrow night in an elimination match.
My match against Fury would be starting shortly. I stood before the big mirror in the locker room and looked at what the fans would soon be seeing for the first time. My lustrous raven black hair had faded to full golden blonde locks. My hair had grown too long for a proper ponytail so to better distribute the weight I had split my hair into two long pigtails off the top of my head and dangling down my back to nearly my waist. The effect was embarrassingly school-girlish. My lashes had grown longer and my cheeks rounder and fuller. My lips were swelled so thick I spoke with a lisp now and the pigment in my lips had brightened into a natural bimbo red. They were coated generously with lip-gloss.
My body, athletically slim and muscular a week ago, was now lush with sensuous curves begging to be touched. I had been forced to purchase a new black bikini to encompass my new body dimensions. There was simply no way to disguise the fact that my breasts- modest B-cups a week ago- had swelled to ripe DD-cup fullness. Underneath my new bikini top my perpetually hardened nipples pressed impatiently against the fabric. I could feel the rings in my pierced nipples lying against my skin. Beneath my full breasts my torso flared down to a twenty-inch waist, accented by a single ring in my pierced navel. My tiny waist was contrasted by the sensuous curves of my widened hips, which flared out into a full and rounded ass. The letter "B" could almost be seen under the cover of my bikini bottom. The "B" was the first letter of "BIMBO", which was tattooed in inch and half tall letters across my left ass cheek. My pussy was smooth and helplessly wet. My legs, athletically muscular last week, were now long and smooth with lovely curved calves. My bare feet were in perfect proportion to my ankles. My toenails, like my fingernails, were painted bimbo red.
There were changes the fans couldn't see, of course. The fans couldn't hear my newly acquired incessant giggle, nor my helpless lisp. They had no way of knowing I would never have twirled my hair unconsciously last week or rolled my eyes when I was thinking about something. Nor could the fans know I needed to suck cock- and swallow- at least once every couple of days or I'd go berserk. But the fans wouldn't need to see these things to know I was a very different woman than I had been a week ago.
I turned from the mirror. Although I was not as physically athletic now as I had been a week ago, I had at least learned some fundamental moves- and a few unfundamental ones as well- from Diane. I had been tossed around the practice ring for several days and had been fucked silly for not learning fast enough, but I did learn. I had been a good wrestler with natural ability before last week; hopefully my new knowledge would offset the edge I lost when my body changed into this lush curvaciousness.
Not that it mattered. Even if the sky opened up and I somehow beat Tyger she would still be in my head. But Viper was right. I had to stand and fight anyway. When I went down I would be going down after giving everything I had.
I heard several girls entering the locker room. Their conversation stopped when they saw me. They looked me up and down to make sure it was me, than they slowly began to smile. Tentively at first, then with more daring until finally one of the girls- Debbie, an opponent I had given an oral compulsion to some time ago- laughed out loud. I bristled. They laughed at me? Me? I could still handle them anytime! No way was I going to take this shit from them...
You are no different than Tyger. You take no responsibility for your past.
My karma was shit. Although I was an expert at reversals, I didn't have enough time to reverse my karma.
At least make peace with your victims and face your fate like the warrior you claim to be.
Dammit. That stung. Still...I struggled with it for a moment, then took a deep breath and released the anger. I gave Debbie a single nod and turned around to walk out the door.
There was a collective gasp behind me. One of the girls, made brave by my passive reaction, called out, "Yeah, you better run! Not so tough now, are you?"
I didn't even glance over my shoulder to see who the speaker was. I just called back, "We'll find out soon."
The crowd was surprisingly stoked for an under-card match, even if it was for the tournament. Every seat had an ass in it and the aroma of popcorn and beer was everywhere. Fury had just been introduced and the crowd gave the girl in the red bikini a rowdy cheer. The little redhead had become a fan favorite because of her tenaciousness. She bounded into the ring, her infectious energy bringing the crowd to its feet.
I heard the announcer introduce me. My turn. I took a deep breath and made my way towards the ring with a determined stride. My boobs were too big for me to attempt bounding like Fury.
The applause was initially rambunctious. It had taken me a couple matches to get my home crowd back but I had finally done it when I took out Chaos. The crowd's cheers began to slack off when they got a good look at me. I could hear the buzz of whispered conversations and there were several catcall whistles. I ignored the crowd and concentrated on getting to the ring. Just slipping between the ropes and entering the ring felt like a victory.
The bell sounded and the little five foot red head barreled into me, knocking me backward and slamming the breath out of me. I fell back onto my rounded ass and Fury landed on me. The referee went down to a knee and slapped the mat three times. I was already two pins from elimination.
I got up slowly. Diane was seated at ringside with her hand covering her eyes, shaking her head in despair. I couldn't blame her. I knew that Fury would come out swinging and I had stood there and took it like an idiot. Well, a bimbo. I removed my bikini top and handed it to the referee.
I could hear the buzz again as everyone stared with disbelief at my nipple piercings. That particular body mod is almost never seen on wrestlers simply because of the inherent danger of getting a nipple torn. The rarity gave the piercings a certain erotic appeal to the crowd and, surprisingly, there was some applause.
I got positioned again. The bell rang and Fury, figuring it had worked once, leaped at me again. I took the hit but rode it backward this time, dropping and rolling to continue the momentum started by Fury's attack. I planted my feet in her belly and launched her straight up and over my head. There was nothing she could do as she arched through the air and landed on her back with a matt-shaking thud. I covered her and the referee counted three. It was the same trick I had used with Chaos but Fury was much lighter and had gone much higher. If it had been a week earlier I would have probably launched her into the crowd. Fury took it in stride, removing her top and handing it to the referee to the cheers of the crowd.
Topless, we faced off again. The bell rang and this time I moved first, jumping forward and grabbing Fury in a boobs-to-boobs bear hug. She wriggled in my grasp and, unable to free herself, wrapped her legs around my hips. She then slid her heels down the back of my legs in an attempt to make me fall backward, which would knock the breath out of me and leave her on top of me for an easy pin. But I knew how to reverse that. I bent my knees and let us fall forward so that she landed on her back with me on top instead. The referee counted her out and just like that Fury was naked.
Fury would be at her most dangerous now. The bell rang and we circled each other warily, hands moving, looking for an opening. Fury's little bare feet pitter-pattered the mat. I circled, trying to ignore the weight jiggling from my chest. It was throwing my timing off just slightly but that was enough for Fury to recognize and she dropped and whirled, her swinging leg kicking my feet out from under me. Fury leaped on me but I had just started to roll so I rolled her off me. She scrambled back on top of me and we grappled for position, still on the floor. I had more weight but she had better position. Then she tried to get a better grip on me and I shifted, throwing her off-balance. I spun her sideways and wrapped my arms and legs around her from behind. My greater height gave me leverage and I slid my feet over her thighs but behind her knees and forced her thighs apart, exposing her bare pussy to the crowd. She went berserk trying to free herself, squirming and wriggling. She tried to head-butt me but I slid my hands behind her head and locked her into a half-nelson while keeping her knees spread with my feet. My boobs were giving me leverage problems but I held on for dear life. After an eternity the hold timed out and the crowd went wild. Fury had just been eliminated from the tournament.
