Within easy walking distance of my slave shop is a women's health club, whose facilities I let from time to time. The owner liked doing business with me, partly because I always paid my bill on time (which is more than could be said for many of his clients), but mostly because he enjoyed having slave girls around his club. Honestly, the man was a bit of a pervert. But most men are.
From time to time, in the largest gymnasium of the health club, I host a Slavery Wrestling competition. The health club sells tickets, and we split the money, but the big prize for me is what happens in the aftermath. Two girls wrestle on a mat in the middle of the gym, with spectators cheering them on, and the loser becomes a slave to the loser. Normally, that meant I got to process and sell the girl who loses, and split the profits with the er.
Occasionally, a girl would approach me with an open challenge, willing to wrestle the girl I choose to compete against her. In those cases, I nearly always put the challenger in a ring with either Betty or Maxine, and the girl would invariably lose. For that reason, open challenges were rare, and the girls who did them tended to be extreme submissives who wanted to make a big public spectacle of their submission.
Far more often were situations where two girls had a grievance against one-another, and each of them wanted to see her enemy nude, in a cage, with a bar-code on her bum. In either case, the true ers of every match were the audience.
And, of course, me.
I was not surprised when Beatrice Wilson challenged Emily to a Slavery Wrestling match. Emily had been responsible for enslaving her mother, and Beatrice had the traumatic experience of seeing her own mother nude, high on Titalin, with her wrists shackled to chains I had hanging from the ceiling, surrounded by a crowd of people taunting her, making lewd comments, and throwing water balloons at her. The fact that Beatrice's mother Diana would be in for even more humiliating treatment later did not help matters. Beatrice wanted revenge, and defeating Emily in a Slavery Wrestling match would fit the bill nicely.
No, I was not surprised that Beatrice had made the challenge. What surprised me was that Emily did not hesitate for a moment before she accepted.
So, there they stood, on the mat, each wearing a pair of tight spandex gym shorts and a sports bra, and each glaring at one another with determination. Beatrice was decidedly the bigger of the two, and my guess was that she would make easy work of Emily. That suited me fine -- it would give Beatrice the revenge she was seeking (and get her off my back) while, at the same time, ridding me of a slave hunter whose eagerness has proven troublesome.
I stood between them in the ring, and the microphone was lowered from the ceiling. I spoke.
"We have a wonderful match for you today, gentlemen. In this corner, Beatrice Wilson!" The crowd cheered. As was customary, I gave Beatrice a moment to speak into the microphone.
"That bitch over there thought she could make my mother a slave and get away with it, and she had no idea who she was messing with. She's going down, and I'm gonna be the girl who does it. She won't be making any more girls into slaves ever again!"
I took the microphone from her and introduced Emily, "In this corner, Emily Williams!"
Emily's speech had a different theme: "I made your mom my bitch, and you're next. If you know what's good for you, you'd better get down on your knees right now, take off your clothes, and beg me to let you lick my feet. Then I might go easy on you. But either way, you're about to join your mom, and I'll keep on taking any girl I want."
The crowd cheered that speech far more boisterously than Beatrice's.
"Okay girls," I said into the microphone, "you know the rules. The first girl to rip all the clothes off her opponent, and pin her to the ground, will be declared the er. Get ready."
I counted down "Three, two, one, wrestle!"
Beatrice rushed into Emily at full speed and knocked her onto her back, pinning her shoulders onto the mat. As soon as she was on her back, Emily drew her knees toward her, in a simi-fetal position, putting them in a perfect position to knee Beatrice in the stomach and throw her off. The maneuver only partially worked -- Beatrice was not kicked away, but the blow did disrupt her balance enough to enable Emily to roll her over.
Now, Beatrice was on her back, but as she rolled over she managed to grab one of the shoulder straps of Emily's sports bras, tearing it. Emily drew up her fore-arm, and placed Beatrice in a choke-hold, which startled her. She tried to grab Emily's arm, but she had far too much leverage for that to be effective.
Beatrice did manage to escape by slipping her shoulders in a direction opposite Emily's elbow, but her escape was incomplete, as Emily grabbed a handful of Beatrice's hair. That didn't stop Beatrice from reaching up and grabbing the loose strap from Emily's sports bra. Now, it was torn further, and one of Emily's breasts was now exposed.
Keeping her hands entangled in Beatrice's hair, Emily stood up and pivoted behind Beatrice so that she was not out of reach of Beatrice's hands.
Beatrice stood up and, at the cost of some pain as Emily's grip on her hair tightened, she reached forward for Emily's exposed nipple. She dug her nails in, and Emily yelled in pain. It was enough to get her to release Beatrice's hair. That gave Beatrice enough freedom of movement to squat down. With one hand still occupied with torturing Emily's nipple, the other hand reached down to Emily's shorts, grabbing for the waist.
Emily aimed a kick at Beatrice's face, but she dodged it so that it caught her right below her chin. That knocked her onto her back, which gave Emily the opening she needed jump forward and sit on top of her.
Surprisingly, she did not try to pin her simply by sitting on her, as some other girls might do, but instead she used one knee to place her into a choke hold, and the other to pin one of her arms. The other arm was free, but all Beatrice was able to do with it was grab for Emily's legs, which were firmly in place. Emily, on the other hand, was able to reach down to Beatrice's waist and pull down her shorts. She did not pull them down all the way, just down to her knees so that they partially restrained her. Beatrice grabbed for Emily's writs with her free hand and was able to grasp it, which let her pull Emily down on top of her. That released some of the pressure on her other hand, which let her slip away from that grip.
Emily got up, releasing Beatrice from the choke hold, which instinctively prompted Beatrice to do the same. That was a mistake, as Beatrice's shorts were still pulled down to her knees, and it caused her to fall forward onto the mat. This time, Emily sat on top of the small of her back, and one-by-one managed to get each of Beatrice's wrists pinned under one of her knees. Now, Beatrice's arms were immobilized, as were her legs. She was in trouble.
She was able to lift her shoulders up, but that did nothing to interfere with Emily grabbing the back of Beatrice's sports bra and tearing it with both hands, so that it fell onto the mat below her. The only piece of clothing Beatrice had remaining was now her shorts, which were halfway pulled down. Emily tried to turn around to reach them, but in doing so she had to release her grip on Emily's arms. That gave Beatrice an opening to twist her torso, just enough to let Beatrice grab Emily's hair and pull in the direction opposite Emily's turn.
The sharp tug on Emily's hair knocked her onto her back, and Beatrice lifted herself up enough to be in a position to pivot on top of her, but that left the area between Beatrice's hips and the top of her shorts in reach of Emily's feet. Emily used her feet, to push Beatrice's shorts down to her ankles, where they restricted her movement even further. Realizing that her shorts were, at this point, a liability, Beatrice stepped out of them.
A now-nude Beatrice sat on top of Emily, and pinned her shoulders to the ground, but as Emily was not yet nude, this did not win her the match. Instead, it prompted Emily to grab for Beatrice's wrist and pull at it just enough to throw her off balance, enabling Emily to roll over on top of Beatrice.
As Emily was not nearly heavy enough to pin Beatrice's shoulders to the mat with her hands, she had to pivot her knees on top of her shoulders. That made the weight difference between them irrelevant -- with her shoulders pinned to the mat, Beatrice was defeated.
I took Emily's hand and lifted it up, and the crowd roared. I then took a tie-wrap I had with me and, with Emily's help, used it to secure Beatrice's hands behind her back. Then, I handed Emily a very special device that represented the prize given to the er of these competitions: A dildo. This particular dildo had a handle with a trigger that, when pressed, would inject Titalin from a reservoir within the device. Emily accepted it, forced Beatrice's thighs apart, and shoved it into her pussy. Beatrice orgasmed very visibly, and very loudly, which made the crowd go wild.
Later I pulled Emily aside and asked her the question that I had me wondering ever since the match began.