Cherry jobs to a nerd
A couple days later, Jake the trainer called my niece. He said his son wanted a shot at Cherry but his ex-wife would be there to referee as it would take place in her gym. He said how they had a full size wrestling ring. I thought it seemed suspicious but my niece wanted to go so I got my keys and went to warm up the car as she got ready.
Cherry forgot to mention what the special stipulations were so imagine my shock when I was sitting in the car as my young niece came click-clacking out to the car in stiletto heels, dressed like a street walking whore. She had her make-up all done up in a zebra print tube top that barely held in place over her big jugs and a short black leather mini skirt; almost her entirely fit, toned body was on display. Her legs looking like they were carved out of fine marble and her abs, though still forming, clearly had definition and finally her firm arms, supple with the light curve of feminine muscle. My niece wasn't a body builder but resembled the women on those reality exercise shows-usually the too-hot female host.
I typed the address that Cherry got from Jake in my gps and arrived at a plain brick building, almost like a warehouse. There was a security gate and when the guard asked our names he said he was very happy to meet us. I saw him eye-banging my niece as she was anything but bashful, thrusting her chest out and batting her eyelashes. I raised an eyebrow but he handed me a guest pass to put up by my rear view mirror and raised the gate to let us into the underground parking garage.
We went inside and were greeted by a cute brunette at the counter. I said we were with Ms. Brandon's party. She smiled and pushed an intercom switch telling the woman "The slut is here, ma'am." I was shocked at not only the woman's curt attitude but how matter-of-fact she was about it. The intercom clicked back, "Send her slutty ass in then, Courtney," a cheery voice answered. Courtney came around the counter, she looked stunning in a pair of lycra booty shorts that hugged her fine ass, and slid a keycard she had attached on a clip to her tank top in front of a black square by a sign saying "No Admittance."
Right this way, they're waiting inside. "I would say you could get changed in the locker room but you're already pretty fucking slutty enough," the girl said with a bright smile as if she were just saying "have a nice day."
I was stunned by the incredulousness of the situation until Cherry pulled me by the arm, as if I were her lost old grandfather, and followed Cherry back behind the plain looking keyless door. We navigated our way past the showers and several rows of lockers with benches between them, towards the sign marked "ARENA" in big red neon letters.
Cherry and I came out to a room the size of a high school gymnasium, with rows of empty bleachers and a full sized pro-wrestling ring. Standing in the ring was a tall but incredibly skinny lad. He had jet black hair; oily and combed almost like Clark Kent while wearing a pair of black speedos. He was maybe 6'4" tall, probably between 18-20 but looked like he weighed no more than 120 pounds; just skin and bones. Not even like he was fit, he had no muscle tone, just a lanky scarecrow.
There was an incredibly tall dark haired woman standing by the ring, casually talking to the lad. She had to be almost 6'5" and was as gorgeous as a supermodel but what I noticed more than anything was that she wore black leggings with a leather bustier that seemed to be painted on her voluptuous body. Her breasts pushed up out of the top making a pair of mountains on her chest. Her long black hair was silky and flawless as was the rest of her ivory skin. She walked over to Cherry, smiling brightly.
"Nice to meet you," she said with this look in her icy blue eyes that resembled a lion about to dine on a weaker animal. Cherry shook the amazon's hand and I was in awe of her body. Not just sexually but she looked like she could be a professional athlete. Not some gross body builder pumping iron all day but her every curve was solid as if she were some ancient Grecian bronze statue come to life.
"This is my son Jeremy," she said, motioning with her head over her shoulder towards the ring. "I've been training him but he doesn't have your experience," she said with that same cheery voice, then her eyes narrowed and she reached out, quick as a cobra, and latched her fingers onto Cherry's nipple through her tube top. "I trust we won't have any problems because I will be refereeing and I want him to enjoy himself...any way he wants, you understand me, whore?" she hissed while pinching my niece's nipple with such intensity that Cherry had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. Cherry nodded her head and the giantess twisted my niece's nipple 180 degrees, causing Cherry to almost fall to one knee but she held herself up by clicking back on her heels, in the process pulling her own nipple out longer.
"I asked if you understood?" she almost spit this last word out and Cherry meekly squeaked out a "Yes, Miz Brandon."
"You will address me as Mistress, you understand, bitch?!" she almost shouted this word under her breath and Cherry shook from an intense orgasm as she tried to catch her breath to stammer out, "Y-y-yes mistress, I unders-s-t-t-a-a-and," and looked like she would almost pass out as her eyelids fluttered a few moments.
"God you really are a slut," the giant woman said with almost a sneer as she released my niece's nipple in disgust and put both hands on her own hips while Cherry gasped quietly.
"If you put up a good performance today than you and I will have fun next week," she smiled once again, then gave Cherry a gentle pat on the cheek.
"Okay honey, do a last minute stretch and after you're ready we'll begin." The tall boy waved from inside the ring and pulled against the top ropes to stretch out his back muscles, though probably relieving the pre-match tension. I almost had to hold Cherry up as the dominatrix walked back toward the ring, her knee-high boots clicking on the pavement before she climbed up the steps and stepped through the ropes. She shook her ass a little in my direction, giving me and Cherry the slightest winks. Cherry was almost numb, hobbling as if she were a zombie or still in a dream as she climbed the metal ring steps on the opposite side from Jeremy and almost tripped getting into the ring from her stiletto heels.
The amazon took her place in the middle as referee, blew the whistle that dangled around her neck, and the match began; the kid came out with his dukes up. Cherry was still in that dreamy state, her eyes not even focused on nothing as she stared out into space. The boy had his defense up like he expected a sucker punch or something and it was a good ten seconds before he shot a weak punch to Cherry's abs. She barely budged, almost like she didn't even feel it so the kid did it again and, aiming a harder punch as he really put his shoulder into it and Cherry let out a small grunt but continued staring off into space.
He grabbed her by the hair and arm than went like to whip her to the ropes but pulled her back and knocked my niece on her back with a short arm clothesline from his twiglike arm. He did a little hop and dropped an elbow down on Cherry's breast, squishing it in her tube top. This finally brought her back to reality as she screamed and held her boob, rolling onto her side. He got up and kicked her with his sneakers in the ribs. He did this twice until a third kick knocked Cherry onto her back. He sat down on her stomach, pinning her arms to the mat with his knees and shot straight punches at Cherry's face. He landed about three, to the cheek, one to her lips, before the amazon stepped in. She went over and blew her whistle, the boy stopped.
"Jeremy," she said consolingly instead of an admonishing tone. "Punching to the face isn't allowed, maybe once or twice but not this way." She took his wrist gently and opened up to his palm. "Slapping is perfectly fine, you have to use an open hand; that way it's legal," she said with a bright smile.
"Here, let me show you," she said and turned slightly as she bent down to one knee and cracked Cherry hard across my niece's face with her open palm. The blow was extremely loud and even from my seat in the bleachers I could see it rocked her head to the side.
"See?" she said "And a backhand is legal too, but again, open palm." She then backhanded Cherry with the same hand, on the other cheek, my niece's face was bright red and a little blood appeared on her pouty lips. The boy did as he was instructed and slapped Cherry about four or five times, back hands too, until his hands hurt as he held one in his other hand, blowing on it. Cherry's face was red but not messed up really.
He slid back and pulled down her tube top, exposing my niece's big rack.
"Wonderful, Jeremy," the amazon said, patting the boy's shoulder. "A woman's breasts are very sensitive, remember it's legal to punch anywhere below the neck so you could use her breasts for speed bags..," she demonstrated by balling up her fist and uppercutted Cherry's left breast so hard it almost flopped into my niece's face. She yelped in pain and the amazon, grabbed Cherry by the chin, holding her face so she could stare into her eyes. "Don't make a sound until I tell you, slut, I'm teaching my son, is that understood?" she said sternly.
"Yes mistress," my niece said obediently.
