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Subject: {ASSM} Sexfight at the PleasureDome II {FF, sexfight, cons)
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This is the second of an ongoing series.  More will follow when I have
time to write them.  So, NYAH!  This work is purely fictional, and
does not represent the lifestyles of the actual celebrities.  If you
know who Parker Posey is, take 10 points off your final score.

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Sexfight at the PleasureDome II
by Trendsetter

Backstage, Renee and Parker were watching on the monitor close to the
entrance archway.  They waited for Cynthia to appear from the arena.
When she arrived, she and Renee knocked knuckles.

"Thanks for this."

Cynthia rubbed Mandy's nude butt.

"No problem," Renee replied.  "I've been planning this for months.
You two go have fun now."

"Oh, we will."  Cynthia looked at Mandy who was passed out.
"Eventually."

The two shared a laugh with Parker smiling in the background before
Cynthia headed off to her dressing room for a good fuck with her
defeated foe.

Parker stepped up to Renee.

"Months?"  Parker asked.

"Yeah, ever since I heard that stupid song."  Renee started to sing
sarcastically.  "Like a genie in a bottle."

"Um...Renee."

"God, I hate that song.  She deserved that beating she got.  You know,
come to think about it, she kinda got off light."

"Um...Renee, that was Mandy.  That was Christina Aguilera."

Renee stared blankly at Parker.

"Well," Renee paused.  That was embarrassing.  "Well, I hate her too!
You know, maybe I should do the same thing to her as I did to Mandy!"

"Um...Renee."

"Yeah, I think I'll do that.  Aguilera won't know what hit her!"

Parker took a step back.

"Where the hell are you going?"

Parker pointed behind Renee.  She turned around just in time to see
the fist flying at her.

"Oh, shit!"

Renee had just blurted it out before a right hand connected with her
jaw.  She staggered but stayed up.  A second and third fist finally
sent her sailing to the ground.

Parker watched as her "acquaintance" began to get pummeled.  Parker's
vision of Renee changed from acquaintance to friend depending on the
situation.  Finally, enough was enough.  Renee was barely able to
block Aguilera's fists with her arms.  Parker stepped forward but was
met with an icy glare.  She backed off again holding her hands up,
wanting no part of her anger.

Christina got up off of Renee but the fight was far from over.  She
was pissed off.  Christina jerked the strawberry-blonde up by the
hair, and dragged her toward the archway leading into the arena.
Renee's body followed her hair barely being able to keep up.

Waitresses were serving the attendance their drinks between the
matches.  When Aguilera and O'Connor appeared everyone stopped what
they were doing to witness the assault.  They knew that an impromptu
match was about to begin.  The wait staff left their customers so they
could focus their attention on the two women about to do battle.

Christina continued to assist Renee down to the cage with two handfuls
of hair.  Her silver sequin dress glittered in the light.  Her legs
sprouted out from the shreds of her lower skirt.  She wasn't dressed
for a fight.  She had just come here to see what was going on, and
perhaps get a little kinky later on with whomever she could find.  She
was at least barefoot as she kicked off her shoes just before pounding
away at the bitch that insulted her music.  

Renee wasn't dressed for combat either.  Her dull rusty colored
sweatshirt, and blue jeans were a big contrast to Christina's more
elegant choice of clothing.  Normally, Domers don't even wear clothing
to the ring unless a newbie shows up or something impulsive happens
like this.

Halfway down the ramp, Renee finally got enough sense to know what was
going on.  She swung away wildly in her stunned state.  Her punches to
Christina's stomach caused her to flinch a bit but the adrenaline that
was running through her masked the pain.

The keeper of the cage opened the door to let them in but Christina
wasn't quite ready to enter.  Instead, she drove Renee back first into
the steel structure.  It had no give to it, and the solid steel bars
provided Renee enough pain to yelp across the arena.  She was
experienced with doming, and didn't let out too much to show she was
hurting.  But that was more than she could handle.  She was fortunate
as her head whiplashed back, and came within inches of
unconsciousness, and possible concussion.

Christina, however, was more willing to make sure she did that with
her own two hands.  She pulled Renee away from steel, and slung her
around back into it.  Renee was off balance, and forced to jump
uncontrollably into the dome.  The look of fear in her face signaled
that she knew that she was in trouble.  In just the split second it
took for her to crash into the metal, she was able to lift her arm up,
and protect her head from bouncing off the steel bars.  That didn't
stop her from squashing her wrist between the dome and her jawbone.  

Renee danced around clutching her wrist.  She held her mouth wide open
in a silent scream.  Christina took advantage of the opening that
Renee left for her, and nailed her with several more right hands.

Everything was happening too fast for Renee to keep up with.  The next
thing she knew she was being thrown into the dome.  The distance from
the side of the dome to the ring left them with plenty of room to move
about.  Renee ran.  She ran as fast as she could around to the
opposite side of the ring.  Christina followed her close behind with
her multiple tails swaying high enough to see her white panties
underneath.

Renee took a short cut across the ring, sliding in underneath.  She
tried to scamper across on all fours but she couldn't put much weight
on her wrist.  That slowed her down just enough for Christina to grab
her by the ankle before she could leave the ring.  Renee reached out
for the exit of the cage that was a good ten to fifteen feet away.
The attendant was just shutting the door.  Her window of opportunity
was closing quickly.  She didn't want to be in there.  She wanted to
escape to freedom.  

Christina pulled Renee back in by her ankle.  Renee grabbed the bottom
rope of the ring before Christina could drag her any further.  

Renee watched in horror as the door locked, and the bell rang starting
the unscheduled match.

"NO!"

Christina jerked Renee one more time.  With only one good hand, she
didn't have enough strength to hold on.  The force lifted her up a few
inches but was good enough for her to land her chin onto the canvas.
Christina released the hold on her ankle, allowing Renee to sit up on
her knees, and hold her chin.  She grimaced in pain, and did a quick
tally with her tongue to make sure all her teeth were in place.
Fortunately, they were.

Unfortunately, she had forgotten for that brief moment that Aguilera
was behind her.  Christina ran her way, and slid into her back.  Her
feet hit with a thud against the fabric of her sweatshirt.  The
whiplash effect pulled even more at Renee's spine.  She fell forward
onto her stomach.  She tried to reach the point where the pain was the
worst on her back but her arms were too short.  

Christina rolled Renee over onto her back, and pounded away at her
skull.  Renee tried to block the punches with her arms but every blow
to her tender wrist left an opening to her temple.

Finally, she couldn't take anymore of the pain, and dropped her arms
to her sides.  Renee tried to get on her hands and knees, and crawl
away.  The cover outside the ring looked so inviting.  Any breather
she could take would be worth it.  Whether it was only a second or
ten, it didn't matter.  She had to take time to figure out what was
going on.

Christina wasn't about to let her, though.  In her frenzy, she left
Renee an opening to get to a crawling position.  She had been more
concerned about inflicting pain; she had forgotten any strategy that
was involved in doming.

Renee had nearly made the escape but a dive by Christina, and she had
her by the jeans.  Renee tried to kick herself free but Aguilera
managed to pull her up.  Renee found herself locked around her tiny
waist, and being thrown backwards.  Christina arched her back but
wouldn't let go until Renee's back slammed down onto the mat.

Renee let out a shriek, and instinctively clutched her neck.  The pain
shot up her spine.  She was no longer worried about escape.  All she
could feel right now was the intense pain.

Christina could see her gasping for air underneath her arms, as her
face was glued to the canvas.  She rolled her over, and was now in the
process of ripping her jeans off.  The singer was so into her actions,
she had momentarily forgotten that jeans were buttoned and zipped on,
not to mention that Renee was wearing a belt, also.  She went after
the belt giving her a swift punch to the gut in the process.  Renee
covered her stomach from the blow nearly preventing Christina from
being able to unbuckle the belt.  She pushed her hands up a bit, and
proceeded to get it undone.  Christina unfastened the jeans, and
tugged hard enough to lift Renee's butt off the mat.  She had her
jeans down to the knees, and decided to waste no time with the
panties.  She ripped off the cotton white underwear, and tore them off
with the jeans in one motion.

Christina felt something heavy in the clothing.  She realized that the
force in which she yanked had actually pulled off one of Renee's
shoes.  The shoe caused a thud as she tossed the garments to the side.

She took a moment to admire Renee's cleanly trimmed pussy hair.  It
was much darker than the hair on her head, and had a slight tint of
red to it.  Her clit peeked out from under the hair, inviting her to
go in, and eat her out.

Renee rolled her hips in pain, tossing them slowly from one side to
the other.  Her only clothing below her waist was her white socks and
a lone Adidas.  Christina went back to work, removing the sock off
Renee's shoeless foot.  It was sweaty, and stunk.  She figured that
she had been on her feet all day, which was uncommon for Domers.  She
removed the other shoe and sock.  It too was nice and sweaty.
Christina thanked Renee for the odor by planting a foot into her abs.

Renee rolled over to her side trying to catch the breath that had been
forced out of her.

The onslaught continued as Christina helped Renee up, and backed her
into a corner.  She wasn't about to ease up.  This was punishment for
what she did to Mandy, and what she said about her.  She slung the
stockier actress across the ring.  At the last moment, Renee realized
where she was headed, and turned herself around taking the full impact
to her back.  Even though the turnbuckles were heavily padded, they
still had no give to them.  There was nothing more than a piece of
steel that held the ropes up, and tightened them so they would keep
the Domers from falling out of the ring.  It hurt like hell to be
thrown into the corner like that but it was at least better than going
breast first.

Renee held on to the ropes, grimacing in pain.  She could hear
Aguilera's footsteps charging toward her.  Christina left her feet as
she charged in.  Renee's was fortunate enough to have enough strength
and awareness to move out the way before their bodies collided.

Christina didn't see it coming, however.  She tried to adjust herself
in mid-flight but it was too late.  She still was lucky, though.  She
barely missed smashing her right breast against the turnbuckle.
Instead she landed against the ribs.  That was bad enough.

She bounced off with the impact, clutching herself.  She turned
around, and was met with a solid kick to the right side of her face.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the place.  Most of
the onlookers grunted out, feeling her pain.  Christina was laid out.
For a brief period, she had no clue of the concepts who, what, when,
where, and how.  There was nothing but blackness.

Had Renee had enough of her senses about her, she too would have been
impressed, not only from the sound but the extension she got with her
legs.  Instead, she wasn't much better off than Christina was.  She
went down to one knee grabbing hold of the ropes to prevent her from
collapsing herself.  She managed to pull herself up with the aid of
the ropes, and stagger towards her opponent.  Renee grabbed her by the
leg, and dragged her away from the ropes.

Christina was about to come to.  She started moving again, placing her
hand to her forehead where the pain was the worst.  Renee sat the
younger girl up, and locked her arm around Christina's chin.

Renee had to slow things down.  Everything was going too fast for her.
She wasn't prepared for her opponent.  Normally Domers are told whom
they would be fighting except on special occasions like the Mandy
Moore incident.  That was always a fun ploy to pull on the rookies
from the experienced Domers.

Renee sensed that her mind was wondering.  It was a sign of fatigue -
a bad sign.  Renee needed time to recoup from the massacre Aguilera
had brought to her.  She tightened her grip around her chin.

The hold wasn't too painful but that wasn't the purpose of it.  It was
done to cut the flow of blood from reaching the brain.  It was
particular helpful for Renee as it slowed down the pace, allowing for
her to think a moment.  She squeezed again, and lifted her arm up to
prevent it from choking her opponent out.  

There weren't any holds that were illegal in Doming.  There was a code
of conduct, however, that all Domers had to abide by.  Even the
dirtiest of players had to abide by the code.  They could use whatever
tactics you wanted but they couldn't just go out, and choke their
opponents to the point of near death.  The people who witnessed Doming
shunned it.  These were people that could control your career.  Those
who disobeyed the code ended up with career-ending decisions being
made for them.  Actors and actresses would end up doing low-budget
films.  Singers would be pushed aside for new talent to come in.  God
forbid, anyone would end up on the Hollywood Squares.

Renee felt herself wondering again.  She shook her head trying to get
the blood flowing better.  She was tired and hurting.  She was also
getting a little bit horny.  She was sweating but she had an air
conditioner below her waist.  She could feel the air flowing down her
butt crack, and tingling against her vagina.  She was also holding
onto a very beautiful girl.  Even though she knew she was ready to
kick her ass, and succeeding at that, she couldn't help her
animalistic instincts to shove something up her pussy, and erupt her
into orgasm.

In a way she wanted it.  In another way, she wanted to win.  After she
won, she could have Christina do whatever she wanted her to until
midnight.  Those were the dome rules.

Christina's head was caught in a vice between Renee's bicep and
forearm, grinding against her head.  It was starting to hurt as
Renee's arm was rubbing against her ear.  She had to escape.

It had just occurred to Renee that she had no idea how to handle this
situation.  Normally, she was the aggressive one.  Normally, she was
the one using her speed to her advantage.  Christina had taken that
away from her.  This just wasn't fair.  Renee continued to look
around, expecting something, anything to pop into her head.  She
looked out into the crowd.  Maybe something there could spark her
brain.  All she could see, though, was darkness beyond the cage.
Renee listened for someone to shout out a word of advice to her.
Nothing.  She realized she couldn't afford to be in a match of skills.
This was now a match of survival.

Renee felt her grip slipping.  She looked down, and saw that Christina
had repositioned herself so that she could tuck her chin against the
crease of her arm.  She was getting air!

Renee had a look on her face that was a cross between surprise and
frustration.  Christina was already starting to fight back.  She had
made it up to her knee.  Renee tried tightening the grip.  It wouldn't
work.  She was already starting to get a second wind.  Renee shook her
head begging for her to go back down. 

Christina was now back on her feet.  She was still caught in the hold
but Renee was losing her grip quickly.  She was also leaving herself
wide open.  Christina planted an elbow into Renee's midsection.  The
hold loosened but didn't break.  A second blow finally forced Renee to
release her from her grasp.

Christina ran into the ropes while Renee suffered from the elbows.
She caught her with an elbow against her chest.  Renee stumbled back
but her muscles absorbed most of the blow, and her low center of
gravity kept her from going down.  Christina tried again.  This time
she knocked her off-balance.  Renee was flailing her arms wildly but
she still managed to stay up.  Christina bounced off the ropes a third
time.  Instead of going with the shoulder again, she hit Renee with a
clothesline that connect right above the neck, and onto the chin.

Not only did Renee go down but the momentum folder her legs up and
over her shoulders.  Her pussy was now exposed to everyone on one side
of the dome.  With her legs spread apart, it offered an excellent
angle for the cameras mounted on the steels bars to zoom in, and show
everyone on the big screen what she looked like up close and personal.

It also invited Christina to come over, and go for the kill.
Christina knelt down, and cradled Renee's legs.  Had this been a
normal wrestling match, she could have easily pinned her.  This was
better than any other wrestling match.  Christina rubbed her fingers
against Renee's soft skin.  She went from the back of her knees, up
her hamstrings, and rubbed circles across her tight ass.  Christina
drew a line with a single finger down her crack, across her butt hole,
and down to her pussy.  She spread Renee's pussy lips apart, and stuck
her tongue in her.  Christina was starting to enjoy Renee's little
insult.  Had she not have done it; she wouldn't have been able to
enjoy the taste that Renee's pussy provided.  She also wouldn't have
had the pleasure of humiliating her in front of everybody.

Renee moaned at what Christina was doing.  She was good at it.  She
wanted her to do it some more but her Doming senses overpowered her
pleasure senses.  Renee used her might to kick herself free from
Christina's clutches.

Christina realized that she had underestimated her opponent.  She felt
how strong she was.  Her arms and legs were powerful.  She should have
known that she wasn't quite ready to give.  All the better.  More
humiliation was yet to come.  

She stomped at Renee's back as she lay on her stomach fighting the
pain.  Renee just lay there taking the punishment.  Christina used
this time to grab hold of Renee's sweatshirt, and rip it over her
head.  All that clothed her now was her bra.  Christina straddled her
back, and was fixing to take care of that.  She unfastened the
latches, and removed her bras straps off her shoulders.  She reached
underneath, and took hold of Renee's loose tits, caressing them in her
hands.  

Once again, she admired Renee's well-kept body.  Her breasts were
maybe a B-cup, as they easily fit into her hands.  Christina got up.
Her legs were strong and tanned.  The ass was nice and round,
glistening with sweat.  Her back showed no signs of fat, just a canvas
of skin and muscle ready to be painted.  Christina reached down to the
base of Renee's neck, and left her art down the back.  

Renee sat up screaming.  Her back had eight red stripes where
Christina raked her nails down her spine.

Christina pulled Renee's nude body back up, and tossed her back across
the ring into the corner.  She followed up quickly by planting an
elbow to the side of Renee's face.  Renee slumped in the corner.  She
was basically just sitting against the middle turnbuckle.  Her mouth
was wide open trying to suck any oxygen she could get.  She was
looking down at nothing.

Christina couldn't help but to get a good look at her abs.  There
wasn't an ounce of fat on her.  She wasn't skinny by any means.  This
woman worked out.  It amazed Christina how easily she was beating her.

She moved in stomping away, targeting the abdominal muscles.  With
every kick, Renee slumped lower, and lower until her ass was planted
to the canvas.  Christina stuck her bare foot into Renee's throat,
using the ropes for extra leverage.  Renee tried to break the hold but
couldn't muster the strength to do it.  She tried to push away her
foot.  That didn't work.  She tried kicking her legs.  All that did
was bounce her muscles around.  She was just too weak to do anything
about it.

Christina let go after just a couple of seconds but it felt like
forever to Renee.  She spat out a glob of saliva that her throat
refused to swallow.

Renee fell over to the side, and onto her back.  Her head was
positioned under the bottom rope.  She was now so close to being able
to just roll out of the ring like she wanted to before but she was too
weak to even ponder the thought now.  Christina twisted Renee around,
and grabbed hold of her ankles.  She fell backwards, catapulting Renee
up, and her throat into the bottom rope.  Renee's throat felt like it
was crushed.  She rolled around trying disparately to breathe.  After
a coughing fit, she was able to take in some air.

By that time, Christina had pulled her back near the middle of the
ring.  She stood over her taunting her as Renee continued to cough.
She slapped her foe across the face on each cheek.  Renee's coughing
fit was over.  Renee was fully aware of the pain.  She was also fully
aware that it prevented her from moving.  
She looked around for her opponent, and saw her ascending the
turnbuckle.  She knew that she was in trouble.  She tried to move but
her body just wouldn't respond.  Her legs moved only like leaves in
the breeze attached to a large oak tree that wouldn't budge.

Christina was fully enjoying this.  She could tell that Renee was
watching her.  She was unsure how badly hurt she was.  Was she about
to get up, and knock her off?  Or was she waiting?  Playing possum
until the last minute and moving away?  Or was she just watching her
with fear.  Christina perched herself on the top turnbuckle.  She
balanced herself by extending her arms.  Once she got into position,
she raised her arms, and peered down at her fallen enemy with an icy
blue glare.  She muttered under her breath.

"Fear!"

Christina lept off the turnbuckle, and turned into a silvery bird.
Her glittering tassels that made up the skirt of her dress floated
behind her like feathers.  Renee watched in horror as her opponent
flew in to kill the prey.  Christina fell up a bit short of hitting
belly to belly but the impact was just as great as her chest and right
elbow connected to Renee's stomach, and ribs.  The impact bounced both
of them off the mat.  Christina actually ended up landing off of
Renee, onto the side.

She looked into Renee's eyes, and smiled.  She was still barely
conscious but her eyes told her she was done for.  Christina tried
scampering to her feet but realized she had hurt herself.  She grabbed
hold of her ribs, and headed towards the box that lay in the corner.
She opened it, and pulled out the large rubber dildo.

Christina looked back at Renee who was praying for the pain to God for
the pain to end.  Her lips were moving as if saying "Oh, God" but
nothing was coming out.  Christina took her time, and circled her prey
like a vulture.  Renee watched wondering what was about to happen.
Christina showed her the dildo, and waved to her with it before
sliding it as far as Renee's pussy would take it.  Renee screamed out
in pain.  She gasped trying to maintain her composure.

Christina placed Renee's arms up above her head.  She lay across her
breast, and placed her left hand onto Renee's right arm, and her right
hand against her cheek.  She cradled Renee's other arm between her
legs so she wouldn't go anywhere.  She licked Renee's nipple, and laid
her head against the breast as the ten count started.

Renee lay there unable to move.  The dildo up her pussy didn't hurt.
It was just very uncomfortable, like a giant tampon stuck up her.
Christina had her arms pinned down to the mat.  It was nothing more
than a formality.  She wasn't going anywhere.  She knew she was
beaten.  

 She tried to comprehend what had gone wrong.  This was supposed to a
fun day.  First, she watched as Mandy Moore fell to Cynthia Rothrock
thanks to her brilliant plan to punish the singer for making such
horrid songs.  That went to plan perfectly, except she had gotten the
wrong girl in the ring.  The person she wanted was now lying on top of
her winning the match.

Renee had been beaten before.  She's had her off days, her endurance
trials that she's failed.  Nothing compared to this.  This was nothing
short of an embarrassment for her.  Here she was, completely naked
losing the first fall, and possibly soon submitting to an orgasm.
What was worse was that Christina was still completely clothed.  She
hadn't even been able to rip anything off of her.  Granted, Christina
was barefoot but she did that herself, backstage before the attack.
She had no offense to speak of.  Any that she had was a direct result
of Christina's own mistakes.

Renee closed her eyes, and took the defeat as best she could.  Tears
rolled down from the corners of her eyes taking the direct route
across her face to the canvas.  She felt Christina's face rub against
her breast.  Perhaps she would take it easy on her after the match,
and not embarrass her any further by beating her love slave in front
of everybody else.  She would obey any directions she gave her without
resistance.

-2-

Christina was a pretty girl in Renee's eyes.  She had seen her wrestle
before while she took a trip to the dome.  It was one of those days
she was supposed to have off but decided to go visit, and see whom she
could get for a night of sex.  Renee watched Christina on the closed
circuit monitor in her room.  She masturbated on the sofa as she
watched the two naked girls on the monitor fight it out to see who was
the superior athlete.  This was the girl she wanted.  After the match,
she had thought about seeking her out, and having a sexual encounter
with her.  If she won, she and her could have fun with her opponent.
If she lost, Renee would have been glad to offer her services to the
winner.  

The PleasureDome was a fast paced environment, however.  One moment
you could want to have sex with somebody, and the next, you'd forget
all about them.  That's what happened to her that night.

While she watched the match, Christina was brought to the point of
ecstasy, and lost her fall.  Renee groaned with her as she felt her
pleasure.  Renee imagined being the one that was touching her body.
She imagined running her hands up her smooth legs, around her hips,
and licking her clit.  She would then start kissing up her belly, and
between her breasts where she would stop, and feel the curves of her
body.  As the dildo went up Christina's pussy, her mind visioned that
was her fingers, and she was the one nibbling on her nipples.  Renee
arched her back as she watched her suffer the pin, and the loss.

Renee had noticed a shadow appear over her.  She had forgotten that
she had left the door open to her room.  In the Dome, that was
considered an invitation to come in, especially if there was moaning
coming from that room.  She did it intentionally.  That's why she was
here.  Normally, she closes the door when she masturbates but she had
just forgotten about it.  The door was standing wide open.  There was
no telling who had seen her.

Renee stared at the invader like a frightened deer caught in the
headlights of a car.  She removed her hand from her crotch.  Her pants
were folded down just below her knees.  She started to reach for them
but it was too late.  She was caught.

Kirsten Dunst had heard her as she walked by, and heard moaning.  She
didn't know who was in there.  The door was just open, so she thought
she would go investigate.  She had been standing in the doorway
watching Renee as she played with herself.  

Kirsten had seen this woman before on her television show but couldn't
remember Renee's name.  She was excited to her, though.  Kirsten, like
most other thespians, didn't have much time for television,
themselves.  However, Xena had been one of her favorites since she
discovered the show.  She recorded the episodes each week when she
could to watch them later.  Her favorite place to watch the show was
in her bedroom.  She had bought a television and VCR for her room just
for that occasion.  She loved to watch Xena and Gabrielle fight the
forces of evil.  She also loved to watch their skirts fly while in
combat.  There was a reason she watched it in bed.  It was just her,
Xena, Gabrielle, and her vibrator.

Kirsten fantasized many a night about being in the forest as Xena's
other sidekick.  She thought about how each night they would make
camp, strip down naked, and make love to the warrior princess and the
battling bard.  She even cried when she saw Gabby's beautiful red
locks get chopped off.

There she was.  Gabrielle herself, in the flesh.  She examined her
exposed skin from the belly button down to the knees.  Gabrielle was
more beautiful in person than on television.  Her hands began to
sweat.

She stepped inside to approach the bard.  Kirsten was scared as hell.
It then occurred to her that she was scared as well.  Her eyes barely
moved.  She saw her jaw trembling.  Her face was turning red.  She
realized that she had embarrassed her when she was caught.

Kirsten removed her ash colored tank top revealing her bare breasts.
She closed the door behind her, and took one step forward.  

It seemed to ease the tension that Renee had.  Renee smiled as Kirsten
offered herself to her.  She opened her arms telling Kirsten to come
to her.  Kirsten obliged, and laid herself on top of Gabrielle.

Renee didn't know whom this body had belonged to but she didn't care.
This was uncharted territory that she wanted to explore in great
detail.  Their lips embraced.  They laid there do nothing but kissing
for the first few minutes.  They continued to kiss while slowly
removing each other's clothing.

It didn't take long before both of them were completely naked on the
couch.  The kissing continued.  Renee wrapped her legs around her
partner's.  She rubbed her legs against hers feeling the soft skin
against her own.  Renee was quickly falling for this stranger.  She
loved the way she kissed.  It was so warm and kind.  Renee had fucked
other women at the Dome but nobody put in more heart and soul into
their kisses like she did.

Her breasts felt wonderful as they pressed against hers.  The
stranger's were much larger than her own yet they still had the right
shape and feel to them.  Renee didn't consider hers to be small by any
means.  She refused to have them enhanced.  She took too much care
into her body to have someone plant a foreign substance into her
chest.  The stranger definitely didn't need them.  Renee could
understand how some men were fascinated with large breasts.  She too
liked the way they felt as she hugged against them.

Renee wanted to get on top so she could caress them.  Kirsten
acknowledged Renee's silent request as they both started to turn over.

They had both forgotten that they were on a couch with very little
room.  Kirsten and Renee slipped as they tried switching positions.
They tried to hang on but neither could.  They crashed down on the
floor.

Kirsten ignored the pain in her hip, and started to crack up.  At
first, Renee didn't know what to think but she too found humor in
their situation.

Renee liked how she laughed.  Her smile was too innocent to be at the
Dome.  She brushed the stranger's hair aside, and looked into her
eyes.  Kirsten rubbed her cheek against Renee's hand.  She too was
entrapped in Renee's eyes.  Their hearts started to race, and their
breaths started to get deeper.  Renee dived against Kirsten's body.

They ended up making love for nearly an hour right there on the floor
before retiring to the bedroom.  There they continue their love making
for several more hours.

Afterwards was different from what Renee was used to.  She didn't
leave.  There was no "thanks for the sex, I might see you again"
demeanor to her.  Kirsten still lay there between the red satin sheets
with her.  They still touched and kissed.  Kirsten put her foot up
against Renee's leg, and stroked it.  Renee liked the way she was
gentle to her.  She closed her eyes, and enjoyed the touch.

"I can't believe I made love to THE 'Gabrielle'"

Renee smiled in modesty.  It was a look that Kirsten had fallen in
love with watching the show.  She couldn't help but to give her
another kiss.

Renee could tell in her voice that she had no idea what her name was.
It didn't matter to her, though.  She was kind of glad she wasn't the
only one.  Still, at least she had a character name.  Renee had no
clue who this was that had brought her to ecstasy time and time again.
Whoever she was, she was great.

Kirsten laid her head against Renee's chest, and snuggled against her
new lover's body.  Renee scrunched down to make herself more
comfortable.  She took several strands of her hair, and felt how nice
and manageable they were.

Renee bent her neck, and pecked her on the top of her head.

"You can call me Renee."

Kirsten popped up.

Renee gritted her teeth.  Had what she just done insulted her?  Did
she just ruin her fantasy of making love to a character?  She was
scared of what she had just said would drive her away.  Renee held her
breath.

"Oh, my God!  You must think I'm a complete asshole!"

"No, I mean..."

"You don't even know my name!"

This was it.  She couldn't lie to her.  She was already in too much
trouble.  Well, at least she might get to see her again in the Dome.
Renee didn't like the thought.  She was too beautiful to hurt.

Kirsten introduced herself, and apologized for not doing so earlier.

Renee breathed a sigh of relief.  She told her that she had thought
she was about to leave her for not knowing her name.  Kirsten said she
understood, and tried to avoid any conversations because she didn't
know Renee's real name.  Renee was happy she was more understanding
than some of the arrogant egos that walked around at the Dome.

They continued to lie there, and tell each other their life stories.
Kirsten was embarrassed about it but eventually told Renee about her
fantasies about making love to Xena and Gabrielle.  Renee told her
next time she saw Lucy, she see what she could do about making that
fantasy come true.  The thought even appealed to her, too.

"I love you, Renee."

She was shocked to hear this.  Kirsten was equally shocked to say it.

"I love you, too, Kirsten."

She snuggled together, and fell asleep.

-3-

The final beep of the electronic ten count woke Renee from her dazed
state.  Renee squeezed her eyes shut, sending another set of tears
down the same path across her head.  The thought finally reached her.
Would Kirsten see this?  Would Lucy?  Renee tried to hold it in but
she wept.

She felt Christina get off her chest.  Her arms were now freed from
the pinning position but they still refused to move.  Christina
slapped Renee's breasts a couple of times to taunt her.  She felt the
dildo slide out of her pussy.  The end was near for her.  At least she
could just lie there, relax, and let the pleasing begin.

It never came.

Christina shoved the dildo into Renee's face.  It was still moist, and
had the scent of being up her cunt.

"You wanna smell what your pussy smells like?  Huh?"

Christina rubbed the rubber cock right under Renee's nose, and across
her mouth.  Renee tossed her head to the side trying to fight the odor
and humiliation.

"Get up bitch!  I wanna hurt you some more!"

Christina motioned for Renee to get to her feet.  She tried.  Every
move she made hurt her.  Eventually, she was able to get up to her
knees but she was soon shoved back down.

The taunts continued.  Once again, she tried to get up but again
Christina used her foot against Renee's side to knock her back down.
Renee was edging closer to the ropes.  She tried to grab one to assist
her but another kick pushed her through the ropes, and onto the ring
apron.  Renee rolled in pain, and fell onto the floor.  The floor was
padded but not much.  It was like falling on a cheaply carpeted floor.
Renee grunted from the impact, and held her back.

Christina was frustrated, yet pleased, at Renee's inability to succumb
to her commands.  She climbed through the ropes, and went after her
weakened enemy.  She picked up the older woman by the hair.  She could
barely stand on her own.  Her legs wobbled underneath her.  Pretty
soon it wouldn't matter as she was tossed back into the ring.

Instead of climbing back in with her, Christina elected to go up top
once more.  She watched on top of the turnbuckles as Renee's heaving
chest struggled for air.  She saw her target.  Christina leaped off
with her elbow ready to be driven into the breast.

When she landed, Renee wasn't there.  All those taunts and the pin had
given Renee enough rest to be able to move out of the way before she
could be finished off.

Christina screamed in pain as she got up holding her wounded elbow.
The first thought that went through her head was that it had been
dislocated.  It was the surprise of not having Renee's body to cushion
her fall that hurt more than anything.

She turned around to see her opponent on her feet.  She was too
shocked to defend herself against the right fist that smacked against
her head.  She stumbled back against the ropes.

Renee was still weak.  The force had nearly knocked her down as well.
Christina ran toward her with a fist clinched ready to strike.  Renee
ducked.  She used the momentum Christina had to give her more leverage
to throw her over.  Christina crashed hard but quickly got up.  Renee
ran into the ropes before her enemy could knock the cobwebs out of her
head.  She threw her feet up in the air, and connected a dropkick to
the side of Christina's face.  The force sent both of them down to the
canvas.  Christina's cheek was stinging from the impact.  Renee was
just too exhausted to get up.  Both women laid there in agony.

The sweat made a starry night against Renee's body.  She left a body
impression as she rolled over onto her back.  She thought momentarily
about just lying there, and taking a nap.  She closed her eyes but the
bright lights above her shown through her eyelids.  She opened them
just in time to see Christina's silhouette coming down on her.
Renee's eyes got wide.  She had move just at the last moment before
the elbow came crashing on her chest.  She got lucky.

Christina wasn't.  She thought that Renee had expended all her energy
with the offense she gathered.  She was wrong.  The point of her elbow
sent shockwaves up her arm.

That was the problem.  Christina didn't think.  She got up, holding
her wounded elbow, and tried again.  This time, she adjusted for Renee
to roll out of the way.  Renee was still too quick.  She felt the
breeze of the elbow coming down against the hairs of her back.  It was
too close.

Christina sat up.  She was too concerned about the pain in her elbow;
she let herself forget that she was in battle.  Renee slid in with
both feet into the center of the back.  At least Christina forgot
about the pain, as her back was now aching.

Renee moved in from behind, and yanked her up with two fistfuls of
hair.  She tossed her into the corner laying in a flurry of chops,
punches, and kicks.   Christina's breasts jiggled with each impact.
Her dress she wore was loose.  It still added some, though very
little, protection from the blows.  It still hurt like a
son-of-a-bitch.  Even worse, she was trapped in the corner with
nowhere to go.  The blows tried to send her body down but the
turnbuckles said no, and kept her up.  She was being crushed in the
corner.

Renee finished off the flurry by jumping around, and nailing her with
a spinning kick to the jaw.  She backed away, and watched as
Christina's eyes rolled in the back of her head.  She fell face first
into the mat.

Renee didn't have the luxury of anger, hatred, and vengeance to fuel
her like Christina did.  She had to find a weakness in her opponent.
Christina groaned.  She had to find it quickly.  It popped out right
at her when Christina reached to hold her head.  Her elbow was
weakened.  Renee remembered Christina's mistakes that gave her enough
time to mount a strike.  She missed with the elbow twice, and it
seemed to really bother her.  She also knew that Christina's engine
was still going.  It was only stopped at a light for a moment.  She
had to weaken her.

She stomped away at Christina's back using the ropes for added
balance.  Her attacks in the corner left her stunned but she was smart
enough to know that Christina was not ready to have a focused attack
on her.  Surely she would be strong enough to counter anything she
could do right now.  A mistake needed to be made.  Her kicks weren't
meant as much for pain as they were to drive attention away from the
true target.  Christina reached for her back.

It worked!

Christina opened herself up enough for Renee to latch onto the arm.
They both wrestled on the mat with Renee trying to get the leverage
she needed, and Christina trying to prevent it.  She wasn't in any
position to overpower the older woman.  Renee twisted away at the arm,
and bent it behind her back.  She drove her knee into it adding extra
pain.  Christina cried out in agony.  Another knee came crashing down.
Finally Renee knew she was in control.

Renee grinded her knee into her bicep enhancing the pain.  It wasn't
enough for Christina to want to give up the match but it sure did
hurt.  She looked over the ring to get her bearings straight.  Perhaps
she could try to figure out a way out of the predicament.  Renee laid
her body against Christina's back, and wrenched her arm in ways it
wasn't meant to bend.

Christina tried desperately to find something to grab.  The ropes were
at her feet, and a good foot away.  That was no good.  She tried to
grab at Renee but her body was positioned out her reach.  Renee leaned
back pulling the elbow closer to Christina's head.  She dug her
fingernails into the mat, and let out a silent scream.  She placed her
forehead against the canvas trying to bridge her way out, and ease the
pain.  She couldn't.

Renee was fully aware of what she was trying to do.  She adjusted
herself so that she was now laying belly down on her back.  She leaned
forward.  Christina could feel her arm being torn apart at the elbow
and shoulder.  She pounded the mat, and gritted her teeth but to no
avail.  She couldn't escape this hold.  She just hoped she could
endure it long enough.

It was a new concept for Renee.  She wasn't used to being on the
attacking end of a mat wrestling hold.  This wasn't her style of
Doming.  Christina had taken away her playbook.  Even though the
momentum was now swinging her way, she still felt uncomfortable
utilizing these techniques.  

Renee eased up on the arm.  She didn't want to make herself too tired
squeezing.  

Her normal style was full of martial arts she had learned while in New
Zealand.  She had to learn extensive moves for the fight choreography
on Xena.  She now used what she learned in the Dome.  She was also
speedy and agile.  She was on her feet a lot, running, climbing, and
doing anything extreme she could get her hands on.  The thrill of
defying death provoked her athleticism.  

Renee tightened the hold.

She wasn't like these pop stars that built themselves dancing.  Sure
they had endurance, but they weren't trained to fight like she was
until they became Domers.

This pop star scared her.  Renee wanted this match to end as quickly
as it could.  Something about Aguilera told her that she was going to
be in the fight of her life.  That occurred to her while she was
running frantically around the ring trying to escape.

Renee released and tightened the hold several times.  That was for
making her run.

She was getting angry.  They could tell from her eyes even in the back
row.  Her face became red as she tensed herself for more leverage.

Christina was audibly in pain.  With every move of her arm, she
screamed, and Renee smiled.

Renee had enough of this.  She got back up to her feet, not letting go
of the wrist.  Christina followed.  She had to or pop it out of place
one.  It was still being twisted but the pain was in her muscle now,
not the tendon.  Christina grabbed her shoulder.  The slightest touch
of her hand seemed to ease the pain.

Renee dropped to knees surprising her opponent.  She grabbed hold of
one of Christina's legs with her free hand, and flipped her across her
shoulders.  Aguilera landed with a thud and a cry as Renee still
controlled which way her arm was going.  It wasn't the way Christina
wanted.  Renee dropped her leg across the bicep, and made a knot with
her legs and Christina's elbow and wrist.  She fell straight back
adding more pressure to the already sore arm.  

The pain was intense.  Christina's eyes were squeezed shut.  Her teeth
grinded together as she tried to cope with the pain.  She was starting
to sweat more now that she wasn't moving.  The hot lights that shown
above them started to take their toll on her.

Renee released the hold as she was getting uncomfortable herself.
Christina rolled over to her side, and tried to caress her arm but
Renee was quick to pounce once again.  This time, she dropped a leg
again across the bicep, and made a more comfortable figure four with
her legs.  She continued to sit up this time, and pull back on the
wrist.  The hold wasn't as devastating as before but the damage was
already done to make it feel like it.

Christina tried to roll on her side to ease the pressure but Renee
pushed her back down.  

It was the first opportunity Renee had to really admire what this
youngster looked like.  Christina's skin was golden, highlighted by
her blonde hair.  Her nose was kind of cute as it scrunched up in
pain.  Renee used her free hand to feel the softness of her face.  She
held her cheek, and wiped a drop of sweat from below her left eye.
Renee slapped her.  She ran her fingers down her neck, and across her
chest.  Her hand disappeared under the dress.  She cupped the breast
her hand, and felt it as it flowed under her fingers.  Her nipple was
hard, and getting harder as Renee circled it with her finger.  Renee
could already taste it in her mouth.  

Christina was in too much pain to notice.  She didn't even notice as
Renee took her hand out, and slid her shoulder strap down, and off her
arm.  Renee reached down, and pulled her breast out from underneath
the dress while increasing the pressure on her arm.

Renee released the hold, and brought Christina up to her feet.  Her
breast dangled freely over the glittering silver dress.  She continued
to grab hold of her wrist, and brought the other strap down,
momentarily releasing the hold to allow it to fall off her arm.  The
dress slid down to her ankles.  

Renee was disappointed to see that she was wearing panties underneath.
It was yet another obstacle she had to overcome.  Renee grabbed the
wrist and twisted it hard to punish her for wearing panties.  That was
unbecoming of a Domer.  Sure, she had worn panties but she wasn't
supposed to fight today.  She didn't even think that might have been
the same for Christina.

It was.  She had heard that Mandy was coming in to become a Domer.
She was familiar with the teen, herself.  She thought she had a great
voice, and great potential to be a superstar.  She had come to the
Dome to see if she couldn't help Mandy out, and maybe add some of her
lucky saliva into her mouth.  Christina watched the slaughter Mandy
endured to Cynthia Rothrock.  When she found out that Mandy had been
set up, she had become upset.  When she found out who the culprit was
that engineered the plan, she became furious.

Still, she could have cared less about Mandy's well being in the ring.
She was robbed of her own plans to invade Mandy's bed.  Christina was
just going to take her frustrations out on someone else, maybe someone
who liked it rough.

That was when she had walked by, and heard the same person that set
Mandy up was badmouthing her own talent.  That was the last she could
take.

Now she was in heated battle with that same person.  She was elated to
have gained the pinfall so quickly and easily but realized her mistake
in taking the woman too lightly.  She ended up letting her anger take
control.  That was something she knew she shouldn't have done but did
anyway.

Christina's arm felt like jelly.  She couldn't move it.  It just hung
by her side.  She didn't care about the dress.  It was too hot anyway.
The pain though, was unbearable.

Renee stood belly-to-belly with her bare-breasted foe.  She took hold
of the weakened arm, and twisted it behind Christina's back.  Renee
reached around the other side of the waist and locked the wrist with
both hands.  

Christina screamed in agony as Renee lowered her own shoulder into the
stomach.  Renee stretched out her right leg adding pressure, and
preparing for her next move at the same time.  

She waited as Christina agonized over her arm.  She was quite
surprised that this tactic was working.  Soon, she thought, she might
be able to go back to her normal attack.  It was the only way she knew
how to win.  Anything else made her think too much.  That wasn't a
good thing.

She felt like she was ready to get things started.  Renee stepped
forward, and leveraged herself under Christina's ribs forcing her up
off the ground.  Renee lifted her up and over as quickly as she could
to keep her off balance and to make sure her target would be damaged.

Christina cried when she landed.  Her arm was crushed between the
canvas and her own body weight.  After a moment it went numb.
Christina couldn't feel the pain.  She couldn't even tell if it was
there anymore.

Renee dropped a leg across her chest.  The pain returned to full
force.

Finally, Christina was able to roll over off her arm when Renee got
up.  It wasn't planned but nonetheless, it eased the pressure.  It was
still stuck to her skin.  She had no energy to move it.  She was
scared if she did, it would hurt even worse.  Christina left it wide
open for a series of stomps onto it.  The pain intensified.  She
didn't know it could.

Renee wasn't quite as ready to go to her playbook yet.  She was more
tired than she thought.  She grabbed Christina back up by the hair.
She held her arm like Renee did her wrist at the beginning of the
match.  
Renee guided her through the ropes.  Christina flopped between the top
two ropes, and bounced off the apron and onto the floor.  She got
lucky.  She landed on her hip, not her arm. 

Renee used the opportunity to catch her breath in a nearby corner.
Her back burned from the heat overhead.  The sweat didn't provide the
body enough coolness.  She could also feel her muscles tightening up.
She realized she couldn't rest too long or else she'd start cramping.
Renee kept thing moving by climbing up the turnbuckles.  She waited as
Christina dragged herself up using the apron as support.  Renee saw
the moment, and jumped off.  Her hands were clinched together over her
head as she came down.  Christina looked up.  She saw her leap off out
of the corner of her eye but didn't have enough time to defend
herself.  She ducked her head only altering where the point of impact
would be.  Renee caught her in the back of the head.  Christina
grabbed her head, and fell.

Renee landed awkwardly, herself.  She stumbled, and landed right
beside of her on her hands and knees.  She took a moment before
crawling on top of her.  Renee proceeded to pound away on Christina's
forehead.  She was lucky that Renee wasn't wearing her wedding band or
any jewelry for the matter.  Otherwise, right now, she would be a
bloody mess.  None of the Domers wore jewelry for that particular
reason while they were in the Dome.

Christina got enough of a resurgence to fight back.  She pushed Renee
over.  They were now rolling on the floor outside the ring exchanging
blows.

She eventually got the better leverage over Renee, and won the
exchange.  She grabbed Renee's sweat drenched hair, and tossed her
back into the ring.  They were both exhausted, and had to take pauses
before continuing.

Christina feared that she had taken too much time in between breaths.
She looked in, and noticed that Renee hadn't moved.  Her fists had
enough power in them to stun her momentarily.  Renee's chest heaved
with each breath.  Her only movements that she could control had her
holding her head.

Christina climbed back in the ring where she would once again take
control of the match.  She shook off the effects on her arm while she
surveyed the damaged body of Renee O'Connor.  It was finally getting
the blood flowing back.  She stepped over to Renee's feet.  What
worked for Renee would surely work for her.  Christina lifted the left
leg.  There was still no sign of awareness from her opponent.  She was
too tired to smile but not to drop a knee against Renee's inner thigh.

That woke her out of her state of fatigue.  She felt the knee grind
through her muscle, and into the bone.  Christina added more pressure
by twisting the ankle.  She watched as Renee suffered.  She was going
to pay, and pay dearly.  She continued to twist her foot until it
wouldn't go any further.  Renee shrieked as the tendons in her ankle
weakened.

Christina got up not letting go of the hold, and dropped another knee.
This time, it landed closer to the back of Renee's own knee.  Renee
tried to fight the wrenching motion.  She reached for Christina's hair
but she was too far away.  She tried again but Christina saw her, and
twisted even more.  The snarl on her face told her not to even try
that.

Renee was about to be punished.  Christina got up with her foot in
hand.  She pinned down Renee's other leg with her foot so she couldn't
kick her away.  Christina took a step back to get extra drive as she
tumbled against Renee's body bringing her leg with her.  The leg
stretched to the point where the hamstring nearly snapped.  It was bad
enough for Renee.  She flopped around the ring clutching her hamstring
as Christina looked on enjoying the pain she was in.

Renee hugged her leg like she was apologizing for putting it through
such torture.  Christina wouldn't let up though.  She took hold of
Renee's ankle, and positioned herself like she did before.  Renee
begged and pleaded for her to show mercy.

Christina had better ideas.  She dropped another knee into the
hamstring.  The pain shot up her leg into her hip, and down her foot
and beyond.  Christina twisted the leg forcing Renee over onto her
stomach.  She knotted the leg, and ankle with her own leg.  Renee's
body was short enough for her to reach up, and grab her chin easily.
Christina pulled at the chin adding more pain to the leg by pressing
down with her knee in the hamstring, and as a bonus making a bow out
her spine.

The pain was too much for Renee to hold in.  She cried, and made it
verbally known that she was in a lot of pain.

Christina released her chin, and the leg.  Something had distracted
her.

She slid her fingers down Renee's butt crack, and against her pussy
lips.  She massaged them thinking this would be an opportune time.
There was moaning in between the sobs.  Christina could feel the end
coming.  She stopped for a moment to wet her fingers.  She rolled
Renee over on her back to get a better position on her.  Renee still
sobbed.  There was no way she going to fight back now.

Christina inserted her fingers into Renee's clit, and licked just
above.  Renee moaned.  She stopped for a second.  She was now going to
start enjoying this.  Christina inserted her tongue up Renee's
privates, and licked vigorously.  She not only wanted Renee to cum,
she wanted her to explode.  Renee stopped struggling.  She was going
to win, and win soon.

Christina explored the inside of Renee's genitalia to see where she
responded the most.  She found a good spot, and focused in on it.  She
spread her clit apart with her fingers to get a better reach.
Christina was enjoying this very much.  So was Renee.  She had to do
something now or lose and be Christina's bitch for 24 hours.

Somehow Renee still had something left in her.  She was caught trying
to enjoy the pleasuring that Christina provided.  Christina was good.
She was damn good!  Renee had too much pride though.  She gritted her
teeth hoping she'd have enough energy to fight, and to do so before
she climaxed.  Renee lifted her good leg.  Christina took hold, and
felt her hip.  She thought Renee was giving in, and allowing her to
let her orgasm.  She was wrong.

The leg came crashing down across Christina's head catching her by
surprise.  Renee didn't let it up.  She squeezed.  She squeezed hard.

Christina's cries were muffled against Renee's flesh.  She was
starting to suffocate.  It was the one place Christina strategized
that she didn't want to be.  Renee's legs were nothing but pure
muscle.  They were huge for her small frame.  That meant that was her
strong point.  That's why she wanted to break them down.  It was a
good plan.  She just let her guard down.  She got too confident.

Christina couldn't get her breath.  She struggled with one of Renee's
thighs pressed against her face.  The other pressed against her neck.
She started getting light headed.  The flow of blood wasn't going her
brain.  She started to panic.  She twisted to get her chin above
water, so to speak.  She was getting weak.  She was getting tired.
She was about to go under.  There was no sense of time for her
anymore.  She didn't know that she had been in the hold but mere
seconds.  It felt like minutes.  She was conscious but barely.  She
flailed her legs to get anything going.  Nothing would get her free.
Her eyes started to glaze over.  She twisted some more but found
herself in a worse predicament.

She was now lying on her stomach.  Renee's thighs were crushing her
head.  She placed her hands on them to try to push herself free.  She
was too weak.  Christina's arms felt limp.  

Renee could sense that she was about out of it.  If she went under she
had the pin to go for.  She wouldn't be able to make her cum while
unconscious.  At least it wouldn't be as good for her, and she might
make herself do it before Christina would.  She looked down, and saw
the mountain of blonde hair between her legs.  She wasn't moving.

Christina was still conscious but barely.  She was trying desperately
to escape.  She looked up, and was met by the vertical smile between
Renee's legs.  It was taunting her.  She had been so close to making
her cum.  She knew it.  Now her pussy was laughing at her.  It wanted
to be licked.  It wanted to be explored with her tongue.  It taunted
her.  She couldn't appease to its demands.  It was so close.  Perhaps,
there was a way!

Christina struggled to open her mouth.  Renee had let up on the
pressure.  Perhaps she was getting too confident that she was done
for.  Christina let her body go limp except her jaws.  She managed to
open them enough to stick her tongue out.  She reached as far as she
could.  She could taste the odor, she was that close.  Christina tried
to stretch closer but could only manage to get a hold of one of
Renee's hairs.

That set off an alarm.  Renee jerked up, and noticed that her opponent
wasn't completely out yet.  She was also getting close to making her
cum.  Renee released the hold.

Christina gasped catching as much air as she could.  It didn't work
but was close enough.  She was relieved.  Both women were lying on the
mat.  Renee was more aware of her surroundings though.  Christina was
just glad to be able to breathe.

Renee saw the dildo lying beside her.  She picked it up, and got to
her feet.  She waited for Christina to get back to her feet.  She
slowly made it.  She turned around and was met with a kick.  She bent
over as the air escaped from her.  It left her prone as Renee hooked
her head with her arm, and tried to drive it through the ring.
Christina's head bounced off with her neck bent in a painful way.

Her eyes were closed when Renee looked at her.  Her body said no more.
Her mind said nothing.  

Renee dragged herself over to her.  She had to pull down her panties
down to her knees before inserting the dildo into her pussy.  Renee
only got the knob of the rubber dick and an inch or two in but it was
good enough.  Renee collapsed on her pelvis.  This would probably be
the last chance she got to rest.  Renee opened her eyes, and watched
as every breath she took sent a breeze through Christina's curly
forest.

Renee closed her eyes, and counted silently along with the electronic
beeps to ten.

As the final count blared over the speakers, Renee rolled onto her
back, using Christina's stomach as a pillow.  She raised an arm as if
declaring herself victor.  She knew she hadn't yet.  It was just a
sign of elation.  After the beating she got earlier, she was just
happy that she managed to squeak a pin out.

Her cockiness was starting to show.  She smiled as she rested on her
fallen victim.  It wasn't her intention to showboat.  She needed as
much rest as she could get, even if that meant letting Christina
recuperate herself.  She felt her coming to by moving around.  Renee's
smile faded.  She knew it was time to get back to work.

Renee rolled over again.  This time she was now pressing her face
against Christina's naked breast.  She looked over at her face.  God,
she was cute.  For a moment, Renee had forgotten about her arrogance
and her complaining.  She was back to the Christina she had watched,
and wanted to make love to.  This was the girl she wanted between her
thighs driving her to ecstasy.

It almost happened.  Renee wondered why she didn't just let it
continue.  It was what she wanted to begin with.  A voice in her head
reminded her that she was a winner.  Losing wasn't an option.  It was
a struggle all Domers had come to face with.  Those who didn't Dome
didn't know the torment those who did went through, both physically
and emotionally.

Renee dropped her head.  Any hopes she had for a relationship with
Christina was gone.  Dome rules stated that the winner of a match had
24 hours with the loser to do whatever they wanted with.  It wouldn't
be enough time to for her to repair the damage she had caused.  It was
ruined.

"I'm sorry," Renee whispered.  

She didn't know exactly why she said it.  She never apologized before.
That wasn't in her nature.  She was one of the dirtiest players to go
in the Dome.  Sometimes it even caused her to lose jobs because of it.
That's why her influence in the industry was nil.  She was arrogant,
conceited, and didn't care about anybody except herself.  Even the
sexual relationships she was in was purely for her own satisfaction.
If others wanted to watch, so be it.

Perhaps she was getting old.  Things were starting to look different
for her from the time she started the match until now.  Maybe it was
just fatigue talking.  She couldn't ignore it though.

Renee brushed Christina's mangled hair out of her eyes.  They were
closed but beautiful.  She could tell that she was about to come to
her senses.  

Christina's eyes finally blinked.  They had a glazed over look to
them.  Her head and neck were sore beyond belief. It felt like it had
been jammed against something.  It had been but she didn't remember.
The first sight she saw was Renee's face.  

Renee kissed her.  First it was gentle pecks but Christina opened her
mouth, and returned the favor.  Her lips were soft and sweet.  She
couldn't imagine them being so tough and warlike.  Renee wondered if
Christina had heard her or if she even knew what she was doing.  It
didn't matter.  She held her breast, and rubbed her nipple with her
thumb.  She wanted to please Christina now, not to win but to tell her
the feelings she had for her.

She looked into Christina's eyes with kindness.  She saw Christina
didn't return the favor.  There was a blank look on her face.  She was
pissed off.  It confused Renee for a second.  Christina smashed her
forehead against Renee face.  Her head whipped back from the impact.
Her cheek went numb not expecting the pain.  Had she connected with
her nose, it would have surely broken it.

Renee's head bobbled like limp rag doll.  The point of impact left a
round red impression on her face.  Christina hit her again.  This time
she slumped off of her, and fell to the ground.

Christina sat up, and pulled the fake dick out of her crotch.  She
tossed it to the side so it would be out of her way.

Christina slowly rose to her feet.  Her body was aching more than she
realized.  Even though she wasn't 100%, she knew she was definitely
better off than Renee was.  This time, she didn't want to
underestimate her nor did she want to draw out a long and lengthy
battle.  If she did, she would risk giving Renee the chance to make
some sort of comeback.  Christina even knew she might even risk making
a mistake.

It was a tough decision to make, especially in such a short period of
time.  Christina decided to take the safe route.  At least if she was
going to make a mistake, she would get some blows in beforehand.

It was a good idea.  Renee wasn't as helpless as she had hoped.  Her
eyes were still open.  They were glassy with tears and pain but she
was conscious.  Renee looked at her but couldn't tell which of the
Christina's was the real one.

Had Christina gone for the kill, she would have certainly been met
with defense before she could even start.  The match had to continue.
She didn't like that.

Christina methodically stomped away on each of Renee's limbs, then up
to her head.  She looked down at her, and let up on her attacks.
There was a strange feeling going on.  Applying the pain was starting
to turn her on.  Christina thought about sitting on her face, and
having her lick her cunt.  Oh, would she have liked that!

Renee just laid there prone to her assault.  Her legs were spread wide
open inviting her in.  Her breasts were heaving like little volcanoes
ready to erupt with lactation.  The more Christina looked at her, the
more she wanted to fuck her.  

That meant defeating her first.  Then she could enjoy her prize.

She caught herself thinking.  She was fatigued like Renee was earlier.
She had spent most of her energies trying to put her lights out but
the little blonde was tougher to take down than she thought.  She knew
she still had work to do.  Renee was squirming around on the mat,
groaning with each motion.  The gates to passion need to broken down
some more before she could enter her promised land.

Christina went back to work on the same leg that she did before.  It
was still tender.  Renee let out a cry to let her know.  She drove her
knee deeper into Renee's hamstring while she twisted her ankle.  She
wondered if she would have to break the girl's leg before she would
stop fighting back.

Renee tried reaching her but to no avail.  She cradled her sore leg
instead.  It offered very little comfort.  She had to break free or be
unable to use it for a good while.  Pressure mounted on her ankle.  If
she didn't do something soon, it would snap.

She tried rolling around.  The momentum should break her free.  It was
easier said than done.  She had very little strength left in her tired
body.  Her efforts were poor.

Christina looked at the pasture between Renee's legs.  She wanted to
roll around, and smell the growth.  She regretted not doing it but she
wasn't about to make the same mistake, and get caught between those
thighs.

Renee got an idea.  She started rolling again.  Christina twisted
harder.  It worked.  Renee used Christina's own motion to help her
twist onto her stomach.  She smiled beneath her grimace of pain.

Christina was confused for a moment but quickly adjusted to Renee's
dismay.  She stepped over her body, and pulled back on the leg.  Now
the spine was receiving pressure as well as her leg.

"SHIT!"

Renee had doubled the pain.  She ended up working herself into a hold
that hurt even more.  She tried to fight the pain in her back by
pressing up against the mat.  However, her wrist was still hurting,
and couldn't support her weight.  She collapsed back down.  The pain
was getting worse.  Christina stepped back arching the spine even
more.

Renee now had a choice to make.  She could both submit and let
Christina bring her to an orgasm or endure the pain in the wrist and
prevent her from breaking her back.

The answer was obvious.  Submit!

Unfortunately, Renee's pride took control, and elected to veto her
body's decision.  She wanted to slap whoever gave her the instinct not
to quit.

Renee pushed up on her fists.  The pain eased off her back, and ran
down to her hand where it threw a violent party.  Her cry was in
between screaming in pain and grunting with intensity.  Her face
turned bright red.  The muscles in her neck popped out.

Christina stepped back once again.  Renee couldn't take the pressure,
and fell limp.  Her wails turned into pathetic sobs.

Another step backward made Renee look like a dead scorpion.  Her body
was almost straight up.  The pressure now took residence in her neck.

There was one last chance.  Renee had to take it.  If it didn't work,
submitting to Christina's whim was the only option.  Even her pride
couldn't argue with that.

Renee reached over, and grabbed hold of Christina's foot.  Christina
thought nothing of it.  She was surely unable to trip her up.  She was
too weak.

That wasn't Renee's intention.  Christina learned that quickly as she
felt the sharp pain bury itself into her ankle.  She dropped Renee's
leg, and looked down in surprise.  Renee was digging her teeth into
the tendons of the ankle.

Renee was desperate.  She held on to the ankle with her hand and teeth
with dear life.  Christina tried to break her grasp but it did nothing
more than rip the top layers of skin off.  Renee bit down as hard as
she could.

Christina jerked herself away with enough force that sent her down as
well as break her grasp.  She looked down at her ankle.  Red streaks
were all across.  She even saw a couple drops of blood that found
their way to the mat.

The fucking bitch drew blood!

Renee rolled over in pain but Christina couldn't follow up.  She was
too concerned about her ankle.  She tried to get up but it hurt.
Finally she limped over to where Renee was laying.  She was still
holding her leg from the pain.

Christina picked her up by the hair but Renee responded with a punch.
It wasn't to the face or the abdomen but right into the side of
Christina's tit.  Christina clutched herself, leaving the other breast
wide open.  Renee spun around with the last energy she had, and kicked
her square on the nipple with her heel.  The impact sent Christina
flying down to the mat.  

They both lay there in pain until Renee got up gingerly.  She couldn't
put any pressure on her wounded leg.  When Renee was down and about
out, she could get nasty.  That's what she was about to do.  This was
the type of tactics that she excelled at.  She considered herself to
be agile and quick but her instincts drove her to win at any cost.
Fighting dirty won her more matches than she thought.

Renee mounted Christina while she was still holding her breasts.  She
lifted her head up, and bit her on the nose.  Christina tried fighting
back with punches that connected with her ribs but in this state,
Renee couldn't feel a thing.  She was at the point where she was
beyond pain.  She continued biting down until she decided to quit
herself.  The blows tingled but she blocked the pain out.

Renee got up off of her, and spat out the taste of skin and sweat.
She stalked her opponent as she crawled up to her hands and knees
holding her nose.  Renee looked like Sebastian Janikowski as she
kicked her in the gut while she was on all fours.  Christina flipped
over, and got up again.  Renee followed up with an exact duplicate of
the kick.  This time, Christina stayed down.

Christina shrieked as she found her head being bounced off the mat.
Renee was snarling over her with both hands full of her hair.  She
could feel her brain rattling around inside.  The dizziness mixed in
with the pain was an unappreciated feeling that any Domer could attest
to.  It almost made her sick.

Renee still had both hands full of her hair, and pulled her up.  She
tossed her across the room like a human Frisbee.  Christina's breasts
smashed first on impact.  Her hair felt like it had been ripped out.
She hoped that she didn't still have two wads of her hair still in her
hands across the ring from her.  Christina checked.  It felt like it
was all there.  Good.  That gave her enough time to cry.

Renee felt something brush against her feet.  She looked down, and
picked up the faux cock.  She paced across the ring.  Her eyes saw
nothing but pain and suffering.  It was only moments before she
realized it was her own.  She wanted it to end quickly.

Christina grabbed the bottom rope, and was starting to pull herself
up.  Renee helped her the rest of the way, and pushed her into the
nearest corner.  She proceeded with driving her shoulder into her
stomach.  Christina started folding back between the top two
turnbuckles.  The force Renee exerted was getting herself off the
ground.

Renee quit, and watched as Christina slouched down into the corner
after the third blow.  Renee shoved her the rest of the way down.  She
looked at the dildo, and crammed it between Christina's thighs.
Christina screamed in pain as her opponent ignored any resistance her
body offered.

She started to pound away at her pussy with the dildo but Christina
promptly kicked her away.  Renee tried again but was met with the same
result.

She wasn't about to give up.  She wanted to end this fiasco now!  She
hit Christina across the face with the back of her fist.  Christina
slumped over against the bottom rope.  Her face was stinging from the
impact.

Christina was soon to be met with Renee's foot smashing down on her
head.  She fell off the rope, and was sandwiched between the mat and
her foot.  Renee grinded, adding an extra burning sensation against
the mat.  Renee grabbed hold of the top rope, and squatted down.  It
added even more pressure against the side of Christina's face.  She
couldn't hold it long with the dildo in her hand, as was force to step
off before she lost her balance.

Renee followed up by dropping a knee to the side of Christina's hand.
She just sat there, and grabbed hold of the ropes once again.  This
time, she leaned forward against them.  She sat there until Christina
stopped fighting.  She looked down to see if she had passed out or was
submitting to her.  She was doing neither.  Renee got frustrated, and
got up.  A better look showed that she was weakened to the point where
Renee thought she could finish her off.

She pulled her away from the ropes just a bit yet close enough if she
needed to use them again, she could.  Renee wrapped Christina's arm
around her head, and stuck the dildo into her pussy.  She pounded as
hard as she could.

Christina was still fighting back to Renee's surprise.  She struggled
to break loose but with her arm pinned down above her head, Renee had
the better leverage.

Renee was worried that she wasn't succumbing to the dildo, at least
not as quickly as she wanted.  She decided that she needed more
stimulation so she started sucking on her nipples.  She sucked hard,
and increased the rhythm of the dildo.  She wasn't about to stop
sucking.  She wished she could enjoy this but she was hurting badly.  

Christina moaned as she continued the stimulation.  It was too slow.
Renee worked on the other nipple, thinking that may have been getting
to raw.  She twisted arm above her to get more leverage.  Finally, she
got the response that she was waiting for.

"OH, GOD!"

It wasn't an orgasm but Christina was starting to feel it.  Renee
pumped faster.  Christina's moans were getting louder and faster.

"OH, YES!"

She had her.  Soon she was going to cum for her.  Renee couldn't wait.
She wanted to get out of there.  Christina scared her.  She was good,
and had the capability of beating her.  Renee hated admitting that.

"NO! NO!"

Christina stopped fighting.  Her pelvic thrusts were now in rhythm
with the dildo.  That was the signal she was waiting for.  Renee found
Christina on verge of an orgasm.  She stopped sucking, and straddled
her body.  She moistened her fingers, and assisted the dildo with her
digits.  She rubbed through the fine fur.  It was nice and soft.
Christina's skin was a pleasant feel.  Renee admired how well she had
taken care of herself.  She just wished that she...

Renee choked up.

For the first time, she started to regret doing this to her.  She
tried not to think about wanting her.  She got furious and pounded her
pussy some more.  Renee added in the strokes of her tongue to help
stimulate her.  It was getting close.  She could literally taste it.

The moaning increased.  Christina started calling for God, repeatedly.

Renee pumped.

Christina praised.

Renee pumped.

Christina begged for her to stop.

Renee pumped faster.

The praise continued.

Renee pumped.

Christina announced to the arena that she was about to cum.

Renee removed the dildo, and fingered her vigorously.

Christina shot out an arc.

The bell rang.

Christina shivered in the orgasm.

Renee plugged up her hole with the dildo, and wasted no time getting
out of the ring.  She got to the door of the cage, and ordered it
open.  They announced her the winner over the speakers but she didn't
hear them.  She was too busy arguing with the gatekeepers over their
lack of responsiveness.

Renee tried pulling the door down but she was actually preventing it
from being opened by pulling the wrong way.  She wanted out of there!
Finally, they got the door open.  Renee stumbled out of the cage.  She
was sweaty and exhausted.  Her hair was messed up and wet, leaving a
darker shade of red.  A few steps out of the cage, she celebrated her
victory over Christina Aguilera by raising both her arms over head.
She clinched her fists and puffed out her chest as a show of power and
dominance.

About half of the way up the aisle, Renee turned back to look at her
defeated foe.  Christina was still clutching her pussy but the dildo
was now lying next to her.  The younger blonde struggled up to her
knees using the ring ropes to help her.

Renee stopped, and once again raised her arms.  This time it wasn't to
celebrate but to taunt her.  For a moment, she wondered if Christina
could have seen her.  Christina dropped her head in pain and shame.
That made her happy that she did see her.  Renee smiled, and continued
to the back.

In her mind she was arrogant.  She thought she had taught that girl a
lesson not to even mess with her.  Her heart told a different story.
It reminded her of how she wanted to be with her.  It told her she had
barely even survived that match, and had to use desperate measures to
win.  Renee wrestled with herself know that her heart was right.  She
didn't want to believe it but it was.  

She won.  That was all that mattered.  Right?

Renee blew off her prize in the ring.  She had 24 hours to do with
what she wanted with her but she wanted nothing more to do with her
right now.  She was in too much pain to care.  She would be hurting
tomorrow so that was irrelevant anyway.  

Renee looked up to the man in the booth with the microphone, and
nodded.  He knew what she wanted.  Christina's fate would lay in the
lottery.

Renee stepped through the archway separating the arena from the
dressing room areas, and was handed a bottled water for her efforts.
She took a sip, and poured the rest of it down her back.  She didn't
even think that the water had been sitting in a bucket of ice.  It was
cold as hell.  The fact that her body was hot and sweaty didn't help
things either.  She shivered.  The bottle still had a few drops left
in it so she took what she could get out of it.  Just those few drops
were refreshing.  

She asked for a towel, and dried herself off.  It made no difference
to her since she was a Domer that people were standing there watching
her.  She was taking a quick a bath, and drying herself off all while
standing there naked in front of them.  That was normal in the Dome.

She didn't really realize they were even there.  She was a winner.  

The pain hit her.  She was sore.  She was also horny as hell.

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