Author's Note: I've seen a couple of clips with various wrestling and takedown scenarios... I suppose this is what I'd present if I ran one of their websites!


I stretched my arms, I knew I'd have to be well warmed up for tonight's show. Although the matches were strictly refereed and neither girl was aiming to hurt another they were often extremely physical. Injuries were rare but pulled muscles and sprains were far more common in the girls who did half arsed warmups. An injury this profession was a major setback, after all glamour shoots were not half as erotic if the girl in question had a bruised ankle or wrist and straight porn shoots could often be downright painful!

The audience was fairly small tonight, only twenty or so guests. Most of them I recognised, other models, a few directors of the various websites and some cast and crew I'd worked with before. Three cameramen circled the small ring, two had high quality video cameras, the other was taking stills. The fight itself would be streamed live but an edited version would also be available for members to download. A shiver of excitement ran down my spine knowing that I was already visible on computer screens across the world as naked as the day I was born, no doubt countless men had already begun masturbating over my well toned figure.

Across the ring was my opponent, Stacy was fair skinned and had long blonde hair which she'd tied up in a ponytail. She was an able enough wrestler but I was confident I could win, quickly I pushed the thought of the extra prize money out of my mind - I hadn't won it yet! Around the painted circle lay a wide variety of ropes, cuffs and shackles.

Our referee and director this evening was Mike, I'd worked with him in at least four previous fights and we got on quite well, I didn't expect any preferential treatment but even so it was at least reassuring to have him there.

I waited as the crew created an appropriate introduction for each of us to stream to our thousands of admirers, one of the cameramen surveyed every inch of my nude body. The lens moved up from my feet, past my knees, across my shaved pussy and stomach to reach my breasts. Finally it hovered at my face before the red light switched off. Stacy received the same intimate treatment as I watched. The first buzzer sounded and Stacy and I took our positions at the edge of the small ring, I held my breath for a moment waiting for the second buzzer a second time to indicate the start.

I acted on instinct. The goal of the fight was simple, all we had to do was to tie, restrain or immobilise our opponent before she could do the same to me. The winner received a financial bonus and once members of the website had voted on the clip an additional incentive was paid depending on the reception. Time was available after your opponent was restrained to perform any humiliation, celebration or sex act you wished (within their hard limits of course), often these performances were the make or break of how much a wrestler was paid.

As I turned to face Stacy I saw she already had a length of rope in her hand, two small coils were firmly grasped between my own figures turning my knuckles white.

I quickly discovered that I had been right in my guess that I was the better wrestler, although Stacy fought against me for several moments I quickly tripped her so she landed face down on the padded floor. Quickly I took my position on her shoulders pinning her, her breasts squashed magnificently into the floor as I applied my weight. I should probably take a moment to clarify that I'm not a lesbian (unless someone's paying a reasonable amount for a shoot) however I do appreciate the female figure and seeing a young girl's breasts bounce as she moves always does it for me!

Stacy scrabbled furiously beneath me, her arms were free but she couldn't dislodge me from her shoulders. Desperately she grabbed her length of rope and tried to grab purchase on my legs. Quickly I reached for her own arm and pulled it behind her, she'd known this was inevitable and focused her remaining attention on trying to wrap coils around my ankles. Within a few seconds I'd tied a rope cuff around her right wrist, that rope was going nowhere unless she took the time to untie it!

I felt the rope begin to tighten around my ankles so I quickly shifted my position. The change in weight caught Stacy off guard and I took advantage of her surprise, the trailing end of her wrist rope found it's way over her hip and between her legs. With her right arm pulled back behind her and a foot placed firmly on her left wrist there was little she could do to prevent me tying off the rope and locking her arm uselessly at her side.

Quickly we scrambled to our feet. Contemptuously I kicked off the loose coils from around my ankles, I was breathing heavily and I felt my chest heave as I tried to suck in air. A bead of sweat dripped from my forehead.

With an arm locked behind her back Stacy had to decide whether to lower her defences and free herself or to remain alert. Her blue eyes watched me cautiously as she explored the rope between her legs with her free hand, looking for the knot.

After a second she had established that she couldn't find the knot, unconsciously she glanced to her side and I took my opportunity. With her face in the matting again and her right hand still helpless there was nothing Stacy could do to prevent me tying a second rope cuff to her left wrist. I decided to go for symmetry and dragged her resisting arm behind her back and it's trailing rope once again between legs. While ensuring that the ever present cameras saw the rather unsubtle stimulation I was giving her clit I tied off the rope leaving her arms completely trapped behind her back. It wasn't the best ropework I'd ever done but it was certainly effective.

I acknowledged the gentle clapping of the audience as I watched Stacy get to her feet. She found it a lot more difficult with her arms bound and took her time, apparently confident I wasn't going to attack again immediately. She was right, with her arms tied there was little she could do to resist me now, it was time to put on the show for the audience.

Slowly I stopped to pick up the rope lying on the floor from where I'd kicked it from my ankles. As I reached for Stacy's feet she didn't struggle too hard, I held them tight and any attempt to escape would no doubt end in her tumbling to the floor. Within moments her ankles were tied, an audience member threw me another length and her knees quickly followed suit. The extra bindings were superfluous at this point they were for the members' enjoyment, my own satisfaction and to give me a chance to run my hands over the bound girl's body. She gasped each time my hands made contact with her nipples and I took every opportunity to pinch them appropriately.

I was playing, and I was enjoying it. There was some very thin cord nearby and I wrapped it cruelly around her breasts, the vision of her chest pressed up against her as she laid on the mat earlier was in my head. I tied off the cord leaving each breast swelling with the pressure. I briefly considered nipple clamps however I decided they'd be wasted. My prisoner made a show of resisting but her heart wasn't in it, she knew she was beaten and was now quietly enjoying it. I'd seen enough of her fights to know that she enjoyed tight bondage and rough sex, I was hoping to give her at least part of what she wanted!

Slowly I lowered the girl to her knees then onto her stomach, her face down position was now becoming very familiar and I quickly attached a rope to her ankles and pulled it viciously over her shoulders and to the cords as at her breasts, each leg movement brought on a new wave of torment for her chest.

Picking up a dildo gag I fitted it into her open mouth and took my position, riding crop in hand I guided the phallus into my waiting pussy. I gasped as the shape penetrated me, Stacy was bound on the floor between my stretched legs. I could smell my own arousal as she worked with the gag, furiously I toyed with my clit with one hand while liberally applying guidance with the crop. I knew my time was running out, there was another fight on after me but I had no intention of rushing. I glanced at Mike, given the expression on his face (and the bulge in his trousers) it looked like he had no intention of letting me quit early either!

My mouth opened wide as I came, I dropped the crop as I continued to massage my sensitive clit, Stacy's head bobbed furiously up and down pushing the dildo in and out at a terrific rate. Slowly I pulled away.

All cameras were on me as I slowly, shakily stood and made my way out of the victor's door and into the changing room.

I was in the shower when Mike knocked at the changing room door, I waved him inside. Given what he'd just watched (in fact filmed and would be reliving in the editing suite) I saw no point in being modest.

"Good fight!" he congratulated, I grinned as I let the water run through my hair. "Fancy another quick session while you're here?" I looked at him quizzically. "Stacy is after a rematch, there's a fight going on at the moment but if you're game we'll put it out as a bonus update or something?"

I thought about it for a moment, I was tired but so was Stacy. My flight home wasn't until tomorrow morning and the chance to cram in an extra shoot while I was here was too good an offer to turn down.

"Sounds great!" I grinned.

I'd actually had more of a chance to recover than I'd expected, the second bout had taken some time so I was relaxed as I strolled towards the ring for my second fight of the evening. The area had been reset, the ropes were in place and the cameramen were hovering around.

The camera examined me in the same way as before, I didn't know whether this one would also be streamed live but the hairs stood up on the back of my neck with excitement nonetheless. The camera hovered near my face as Stacy entered, she looked determined and stared at me with confident eyes. I felt smug to see that my rope marks still patterned her wrists and chest.

At that point my expression changed as another nude figure came and stood behind Stacy, I recognised her but we'd never fought. Danielle was Stacy's sister, or at least that's how they marketed themselves, whether anyone actually believed them was another matter. They were at least very similar in appearance, Danielle was the taller of the two by a couple of inches and appeared slightly more toned, each had the Californian beach babe look down perfectly, their blonde hair was in matching matching ponytails, their bodies were slim and tanned except for matching white lines at their waists and chests. Somewhere in my head my mind told me that they must wear very skimpy bikinis indeed!

The majority of my mind however was registering that this was a setup, this wasn't a rematch - it was a grudge match. I stood no chance against these two, I would be helplessly bound and toyed with until their time ran out. I glanced at Mike, he had an expression halfway between smugness and concern. I pondered the situation for a moment, no one would blame me for backing out, it had been a secret but only for the sake of my reaction which they were most definitely getting! The pair stood menacingly at the other side of the ring while I debated with myself. Finally I took a step forward, I'd done hardcore bondage shoots before and enjoyed them. This would be no different, I just needed to think of it as a submission shoot rather than a fight.

The first buzzer sounded. I looked to each side of me, the audience were silent, Mike was beaming, the cameras were locked on the three of us. I took a deep breath.

I moved as soon as the second buzzer sounded, I didn't go for the ropes this time, I saw no reason to provide them with anything additional to bind me with. Quickly the sisters took positions, Danielle on my left Stacy trying to move out of my peripheral vision on my right. Quickly I made my choice and moved towards Stacy, I had decided she was the weaker of the pair and if I was grappling with her then her sister would have less opportunity to attack.

Before I could reach her however I felt Danielle reach my unprotected back, without time to think I twisted suddenly trying to throw her off balance but she adapted easily. Her arm found my throat and she effortlessly guided me to my knees.

I was in the same position I'd forced Stacy into an hour earlier, all I could see was the floor as Danielle sat herself firmly on my head. I twisted furiously but she gripped me with her thighs, another body sat on my backside and two pairs of hands began to grab my thrashing arms. I could smell Danielle's excitement as my arms were dragged together, my wrists were bound behind my back and my elbows pulled tightly together. I felt ropes snare my ankles and knees as my legs were bound, my desperate struggles did nothing to dislodge my attackers.

The whole process couldn't have taken more than a few minutes. I felt Stacy stand but even with her weight removed I couldn't escape her sister's vice like grip. By the time I heard her return my hands were going numb and I barely felt the sensation of leather brushing one of my fingers, then came the unmistakable feeling of an armbinder being slid up to my shoulders. By the time it was buckled and laced there was nothing I could do to resist.

Danielle released me but there was nothing I could do to escape, instead I simply watched as Stacy approached.

"So you like tit torture?" She asked menacingly. I shook my head instinctively, recalling instantly a number of interviews where I'd said the exact opposite. Danielle returned to my field of vision dragging with her a sawhorse, the props department must have been in on this too!

I closed my eyes as I felt myself lifted onto my feet, I was propped against the horse and my legs were bound to it. One of the sisters pushed my head down while the other took out a pair of vicious looking nipple clamps, these were attached to me before being pulled painfully tight onto two extremely heavy looking weights on the floor. The effect was simple, there was no way I could lift the metal blocks attached to my nipples so I was forced to lean over the horse exposing myself to anyone from behind. A position Danielle quickly took.

I have no shame in admitting I was dripping wet by this point so when Danielle entered me with the strap-on she slid inside without even the slightest resistance, slowly she began to pump me, working my body like a piston. My attention however was on Stacy, she had circled around to my front and was crouching in front of my head.

"I think you like having your tits tied." she grinned "Unfortunately Danny's the bondage expert and she's busy... but don't worry, I brought these!" I glanced at her hand which was holding a small rubber ring which encircled the string stretching my nipples. In a moment's horror I realised what it was, the elastic band glinted under the studio lights. What worried me more was the shear number of bands which had been threaded onto each string before my nipples were clamped. A single one wouldn't squeeze that much but each addition would add more and more pressure to my already sore chest.

As I watched Stacy stretched the elastic band with her fingers and moved up the string. She worked the rubber circle over the base of my left breast and let it twang painfully. I shrieked as the rubber snapped against my skin.

"Do I need to gag you?" she asked innocently, I shook my head furiously. I hate gags.

It took several minutes for the Stacy to add enough bands for the tightness to really start, Danielle continued to pound away at me as her sister worked more and more rubber rings over my poor chest. Each time a new one was added the pressure would increase and my breasts would become even more engorged.

Given the amount of noise Danielle was making I was beginning to decide there must be some sort of clitoral stimulation on the strap-on she was using on me. She was relentless and had brought me to the brink of orgasm a couple of times before letting me suffer, throughout it all my soft moans were drowned out by her roars of delight.

At that point Stacy apparently decided my chest had suffered enough for one day, I was inclined to agree. Reaching for a vibrator (which seemed to appear in her hand miraculously quickly) she propped her leg up on the wooden horse and promptly buried my face in her clit. I knew what I was expected to do, she'd pleasured me earlier and now it was my turn to return the favour.

I tasted Stacy's juices in my mouth as I licked furiously at her clit often competing for space alongside the vibrator and her own fingers. As I worked I felt my own orgasm build, Danielle withdrew and began to massage my clit with her hands, I gasped as I neared climax thrusting wildly against her hand. Stacy screamed when she came, her hands catching my tongue as she stimulated herself. Her juices ran down my chin as she drew away. Instantly Danielle stopped, leaving me gasping and frustrated in my bondage.

Still grinning with her orgasm Stacy took her sister's hand and led her out of the winner's exit.

It wasn't until much later when the audience had dispersed, the cameras were finished and the crew had released me from my bondage that I could relax. Mike and I were both sat in his office, a picture of me bound enthusiastically licking my blonde captor's pussy was showing on his computer monitor.

"You were great!" he beamed.

"You're a bastard!" I replied just as enthusiastically. I'd taken my shower (the losers changing rooms are not half as nice as the winner's) and I have to confess to getting myself off under the warm water.

"So I set you up," he laughed. "Here's your cheque." I glanced at it and the accompanying piece of paper. Overtime, girl on girl rates and an extreme scene bonus all on top of my winning for the previous fight. I nodded my thanks as an open document on his desk caught my eye. "Lesbian couple looking for girl to dominate?" I read, Mike shrugged his shoulders and grinned. So even the sister's thing had been an act!

"Who knows, maybe we'll do a tag team next and give you a fighting chance?" he winked. As I sat in the taxi on the way back to my hotel I thought through the list of fighters I'd choose as a partner.