Message-ID: <36679asstr$1022922605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Trendsetter X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 31 May 2002 23:47:30 EDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 31 May 2002 23:48:30 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Sexfight at the Pleasuredome I (FF, sexfight, reluc, celeb) X-Original-Subject: {ASSM} Sexfight at the Pleasuredome (FF, sexfight, reluc, celeb) Date: Sat, 1 Jun 2002 05:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw This is part one of an ongoing series that is written when I have time to do it. This work is purely fictional, and does not represent the actual celebrities' lifestyles. Though...wouldn't it be nice if it did... ----- Sexfight at the PleasureDome by Trendsetter So this was it. This was the "The Dome". Mandy Moore sat her bag on the chair on the chair in front of her mirror, and looked around. This was a small dressing room for her. She was used to more elaborate setups but it had to do. She could've complained but that just wasn't her style. All the rumors about Mariah Carey had opened her eyes as to what she said around everybody else. She didn't want to be like that. She wanted people to like her, not just the fans but everybody. Mandy reached into her bag and took out an outfit. It was a pair of blue tights that had silver glitter running down diagonally from just below the left breast down to the right hip. She held it against her, and looked into the mirror. She liked what she saw. Still, she couldn't believe what she was doing. "The Dome" just in name made her throat swell. She had received a notice from somebody telling her about it. This was a place where stars become bigger than life. If you wanted to succeed in Hollywood, in music, or anywhere, you had to compete here. It was a secret. With todays trends, it wasn't just good enough for you to be thin, you had to be fit too. Her invitation said that Britney Spears went there as well, and look at her. She had one of the fittest bodies on the planet, and one of the most popular. She didn't get that way overnight. It was "The Dome" that did it. When she first learned of "The Dome" she started to contact Brit for any advice much less to ask if it was for real but then she remembered the notice. "The Dome was not to be discussed," it said. She remembered the movie Fight Club, which was one of the few movies that rarely left it's home in her DVD player. Her heart throbbed every time she saw Brad in it. Damn that Jennifer Aniston! She had followed directions on the invitation which led her here. From the outside it looked like an ordinary warehouse surrounded by fences and security. The inside, however, led to a parking deck where she was taken down into the basement. At least that's what she thought it was. Instead, this place was like a bunker, hidden underground where only the chosen few had known about it. Nothing further was to be discussed. She was given an ID badge, had her picture taken, and that was that. Mandy pulled out the badge from her bag. She hadn't really taken the opportunity to look at it in detail. Her picture was a bit fuzzy, and she was looking off to the side. It was weird how they took a picture of her so fast. There was nothing else on there except her name and "PD". She had no clue what PD meant other than "Police Department?" Had she gotten herself into something that would get her into trouble. Mandy just shrugged her shoulders, and tossed the ID back into her bag. She was told to keep it at all times unless she was participating in a match then put it with the rest of her stuff. Mandy started to take off her shirt and slip into her custom made tights when there was a knock at the door. Mandy looked expecting security to let her know who it was. Nothing. "Who is it?" From behind the door a female voice came. "It's Renee and Parker. Can we come in?" Mandy looked confused, and lowered her blouse. She opened the door where two women stood. Both were shorter than her by a few inches, and perhaps twice as old. One had short blonde hair that covered just below the ears, and the other had dark hair that touched her shoulders. Mandy looked around the corner, and noticed no security around. She was a pop superstar without security, and two people she had never seen before were face to face with her. "I'm sorry I don't give autographs." The blonde just laughed. "No, no. We're 'domers' too. Actually, we're actresses first, domers second but you get the idea." Mandy was without words. "Can we come in?" It was obvious the blonde was the more talkative of the two. The black haired one had a stern look on her face. Her body was thin and pale. She definitely needed something to eat. "Ummm...sure." Mandy stepped aside to let them in. "I'm glad you accepted my invitation," The blonde remarked. "You sent that?" "Yeah. I've always been a big fan of yours and believe me, if you wanna hit the big time, you have to spend time in the dome." "Big time? I already am." "I'm talking Britney Spears huge. We've just learned of this ourselves. I've been here a few years, and Parks is what?" "I can came in about '98?" Mandy looked nervous. The brunette was something. She didn't know what it was but it intimidated her. "Before that she was stuck doing independent movies." The blonde smiled at the brunette. "I'm the Indie queen, damn it." The brunette looked annoyed at the blonde. "Okay, yeah. I wish I heard about this place long before." "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your names." "Oh, sorry. I'm Renee O'Connor." Renee noticed that Mandy had no clue. "I played Gabrielle on Xena: Warrior Princess." Mandy shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't watch that much television." Renee just shrugged. "Don't worry about it. Me either. This is Parker...'The Indie Queen'....Posey." "You saw me in Scream 3," Parker announced. Mandy just shook her head. "House of Yes?" Mandy still had no clue. Unlike Renee, though, Parker didn't take this as well. She listed off several more movies she had been in but to no avail. Finally, she let off a grunt in frustration. Mandy apologized but Parker just gazed at her angrily. "I bet you're wondering what you're doing here." Mandy nodded. "You know how this generation is. It's a generation of television. The public now demands that you not only be in shape but really, fit. Really, really fit. Which would explain my success and why bony ass over here has trouble finding jobs." "You're using me as an example again, aren't you!" Parker yelled but Renee just smiled knowing she's been busted. She continued, "Like I said before. I'm a big fan of yours. I got your cds, and yes, for some reason I listen to it. I just don't want you to become a washout so young, and so talented. These people out there are out there for a reason. We entertain them, and they turn around and hand us paychecks." "Very big paychecks," Parker added. "Who's out there?" Mandy inquired. "All kinds of people. Actors, actresses, producers, directors, or in your case execs." "Even government officials." "Everybody who is somebody is out there. They all come here once a month to see us fight. It finally hit Mandy. She was going to have to fight somebody. "Fight?" She knew she was here for that but the word just happened to slip out. She recovered nicely by asking who. "You won't know until you're called." Renee saw the look of concerned in the youngster's eyes. "Don't worry about it though. You're green. They'll take that into consideration." Renee felt the girls arms, and turned her around examining her. "I think she'll do just fine. Don't you, Parks?" "Um...yeah." Renee gave Mandy a hearty slap on the shoulder as another knock on the door came. "Miss Moore," came the voice. "You're on in 15." "Thank you," she replied. "I'm going on soon. I'm nervous." "Calm down, Mandy. Calm down." Mandy was a bit surprised to hear Parker say that. "You're gonna do just fine." "Ever watch wrestling before?" Mandy nodded. She used to watch it all time. She even had a huge crush on Bret Hart. "Just do what they do. Everything is legal here. Even the dirtiest of tricks." "Especially the dirtiest of tricks," Renee added. Parker looked at Renee. "What? I'm just telling her what to watch out for. Oh, and also remember, that pinfalls are to a ten count, not three." "Ten?" "Yeah. It helps to add to the action, and keeps cheap wins out of the dome. In order to win, you have to really knock your opponent out. Other than that everything else is practically the same." "So why's it called "The Dome?" "There's a steel dome outside the ring to keep perverts out, and messing up the matches. You shouldn't run into that problem though." "Okay, thanks. If you don't mind, I've got to get dressed." "Dressed?" Parker asked. Mandy ran to pick up her outfit. Renee nodded to Parker as if signalling something. Fortunately for them Mandy was too busy admiring how well blue looked on her. "Oh, yeah. Dressed." "Okay," Renee opened the door. "We'll be watching you backstage." "Yeah, so good luck." "Not that you'll be needing it." Mandy just continued to look at her outfit. She was going to win, and win looking good! Mandy stepped through the archway which separated the arena from the backstage area. She was a bit surprised to find that it was rather dark in there. People were sitting at tables as if at a show in Las Vegas rather than watching a concert or other sporting event. Each table was lit with a candle which gave off a faint glow off the white tablecloth. She looked around at the audience. It was composed of mainly men but there were some women there too. They were smoking, and whispering to one another. It made her feel a bit uneasy. They were definitely talking about her. Mandy continued on to stride down the aisle. What little light there was sparkled the glitter on her wrestling outfit. She looked down to the ring. It was well lit by lamps hanging overhead. A series of screens which showed her walking down hung just over the lamps. The ring was canvas blue with a black skirt around it to make it look more solid, and hide the equipment used to building and maintaining it. Three bright blue ropes wrapped around the ring connected to black turnbuckles. Surrounding the ring was a steel cage shaped like a dome. The structure gave enough headroom for anyone inside. It was a darker blue but looked black from a distance. Only up close could it's true midnight color be noticed. Mandy recognized the dome as being similar to one she had played on in the school playground as a kid only much bigger. Triangle openings lined each row provided a good view inside. Wires led to a series of small cameras on several levels to give a better view on the screens overhead. The closer Mandy walked to the ring, the more people she recognized. There were actors, actresses, directors, executives, musicians, and more people she had no clue who they might be. She was quite surprised to see one of her favorites actors as a kid there, Pee Wee Herman. He looked a little worse for wear but that didn't stop the temptation of giving him a little wave. He responded by giving her a dirty look which made her feel a bit uncomfortable. He then slipped off his jacket, and placed it over his lap. Mandy wondered why he did that. One of the attendants opened the door to the cage. It seemed like a long walk but only took a few seconds. Her heart was pounded with nervousness, and excitement. Mandy walked up the stairs that led to the ring, and climbed between the middle and bottom ropes. They felt a little stiffer than she had expected but then again she wouldn't have to worry too much about them breaking. The ring had a fresh look to it. Everything was nice and shiny with no sign of wear or tear. The turnbuckles looked like they had been polished beforehand. Mandy walked into a corner, and rested against the turnbuckle. She stuck her knee out in a sort of pose waiting for her opponent to show up. She had just noticed that there was a small box in the corner adjacent to her. She wondered what that was for. Mandy was caught up admiring the colors of the ring when a roar of applause startled her. It was really a roar but a calm clap. Still, with the number there, it sounded like a roar to her. She then remembered, they never clapped for her. They just stared at her, and Pee Wee... Mandy shivered. She looked up towards the entrance where her opponent had appeared. Mandy couldn't tell who it was at first. There was only a silhouette in the spotlight shining on her. Whoever it was was big. She could make out muscle definitions in the outline. That wasn't good. Had Mandy been able to look at the screens above her, she would have seen Cynthia Rothrock's smirk there. Cynthia walked down the aisle as the clapping subsided. She stared at Mandy in the ring. Mandy was finally able to see who it was. She didn't know her but she was huge. She was scary. Their eyes locked. Cynthia was halfway down the aisle, and could already sense the fear in Mandy. She grinned, and cracked her knuckles. Mandy finally noticed that something wasn't right. It took a moment for it to click in her head over her fear. Cynthia was naked, completely naked! She didn't have on any wrestling tights, no boots, no pads, nothing. Cynthia was in great shape. Her figure was still feminine yet strong as a rock. Her muscles were well defined yet her breasts still had sway to them. She entered the cage, and climbed in the ring a bit easier than Mandy was able to. Cythia walked to the middle of the ring. She never took her eyes off of Mandy. She never stopped cracking her knuckles. Mandy's pose in the corner turned into a bit of a cower. The bell rang as soon as Cynthia had entered the ring but Mandy never heard it. Her focus was on the powerhouse standing in front of her. Cynthia waited but Mandy wouldn't leave her corner. She was too frightened. The crowd murmured. They weren't at all surprised that Mandy, a newcomer to the dome, would act in such a way. Their main focus was betting on how long it would take for the pop sensation to be beaten. Mandy didn't know that though. She thought they were talking about her; about how scared she was. She was scared. Mandy shook it off. She didn't want them to think that she was a coward. Mandy looked at Cynthia's body once more. There was no way she could beat her. She knew it. Still Mandy fought against her fear, and stumbled out of the corner. She did her best to hide her fear but it was painfully obvious to her, and everybody else. Cynthia motioned for her to meet her in the middle of the ring. Mandy didn't want to get hurt. She was younger and a few inches taller than her opponent but that didn't ease her tension. Mandy took slow, small steps. Her knees buckled with each step. She tried not to faint. Her heart was about to beat out of chest. She took a few steps before Cynthia exploded in a flurry of martial arts moves. Her phantom punches and kicks sent Mandy scurrying back into her corner. There was a brief eruption of laughter from everyone there, including her opponent. This was becoming too much for the singer. She was now in tears, frightened, hiding in the corner. She couldn't believe that they had put her up against this monster who wanted to hurt her so bad. The fact that she was even naked barely registered in her mind. This wasn't right. This just wasn't right. Cynthia approached Mandy quite calmly. She smiled at her, and offered her hand. Mandy was too scared to take it. She wanted to run but couldn't. The cage was not only to keep the perverts out but to keep the participants in. She was trapped. "Come on, kid," Cynthia remarked. She could tell Mandy was about to have a breakdown. This was good. "I'm not going to hurt you." Cynthia tried to offer a soothing voice. Still Mandy wouldn't take her hand. Cynthia was about to get annoyed. She wanted to hurt her. "We're here to wrestle around, and grope each other. That's all they want to see." Mandy looked at Cynthia. She didn't understand the groping part but at least it explained the nudity. Mandy was finally convinced, and took her hand. This wasn't what they had told her before. This was supposed to be like the pros except against people like herself. It was. Cynthia just lied. She smiled at Mandy as she helped her up. "Besides, you're too cute to hurt." Mandy was able to get out a "Thanks." Cynthia placed Mandy's hand on her bush. "Welcome to the Pleasuredome, kid." She could see the look of confusion in her eyes. It was apparent she had been a victim of the old "The Dome" trick. A trick used by people who wanted to get someone else in the ring for a total beatdown. Cynthia enjoyed initiation matches but this made them even better. She offered a quiet thank you to God for the opportunity to take out the youngster. She also thanked the person that tricked Mandy to coming. Mandy was looking down at her hand on Cynthia's crotch. Her fingers were rubbing her hair. Mandy wasn't into women but she really didn't know what she was doing. She was still under the hyponsis of fear and confusion. She hoped this would prevent her from getting hurt. It didn't. Cynthia planted her elbow into the side of Mandy's face. Her tricep smashed against her nose. The distraction wasn't really necessary but it was fun. Mandy rocked back from the impact. Only the turnbuckles stopped her from going down. Cynthia kicked her in the gut. Mandy grabbed herself, and went to her knees. She bent over trying to catch her breath, and ease the pain. That had hurt. Cynthia just waited for Mandy to get up. After a couple of seconds, she decided to give her assistance. Cynthia grabbed her by her brown locks, and pulled her to her feet. She tried to flail away with punches to Cynthia's abs but that only amused her. She let her try a few times before responding with a knee right into her ribs. Mandy wanted to go back down again but she was still being held by her hair. Cynthia grabbed her, and placed her against the turnbuckles. She draped one of Mandy's arms over the top rope, exposing her chest. Cynthia slapped it with an open hand. With just one shot, she could see the red marks on her chest. Mandy cringed in pain but Cynthia held her head back. Cynthia smiled as she delivered another shot just under her neck. Mandy let out a shriek but Cynthia refused to let her go down. She cupped her breast, and tried to feel through the material for her nipple but it was too thick. "What are you wearing this for?" Cynthia licked up Mandy's neck to her jaw. She kissed her on the cheek, then on the chin. "I told you you were too cute to hurt." Cynthia drove a fist into her side. Mandy gasped in pain. "But I'll do it anyway." She gave her a kiss on the lips. She forced opened her jaw, and stuck her tongue inside. She searched for Mandy's tongue for a second before finding it on the roof of her mouth. She continued to kiss the girl passionately. "Mmmm...breath smells good." Mandy was struggling to catch her breath from the blows but she couldn't with Cynthia kissing her. That wouldn't last long as she was grabbed once again by the hair, and sent flying across the ring. She instinctively cushioned her fall with her arms. The canvas didn't have much give to it. It was like falling on a piece of cloth on the floor. Underneath it was like a floor. Wooden planks made up the floor of the ring. The canvas had some cushioning to it but not much. Mandy grabbed her stomach, and turned over on her back. She was unaware that Cynthia was already hovering over her. She methodically picked her up by the hair once again. She draped Mandy's arm over her neck, and grabbed her by the tights. Cynthia lifted her up. She steadied herself by balancing Mandy upside down. She stayed like that for several seconds. Blood was starting to flow too fast to Mandy's brain. She didn't know where she was or in what position she was in. Finally Cynthia dropped her onto her back with a suplex. Mandy crashed hard onto the canvas. She clutched her back, and screamed in pain. Meanwhile, Cynthia sat up looking out to the crowd proud of her strength. Mandy could be heard crying now. Cynthia straddled her chest, and pinned her wrists to the mat. "What's the matter, girl? Did that hurt?" Mandy just wept. It was early but she hadn't felt such pain before. "Don't worry, I'll make you forget all about that." Cynthia pushed herself up putting all the pressure on Mandy's wrists until she was nearly in a handstand. Cythina came back down driving both knees into Mandy's abdomen. Mandy was wrong. Now this was the worst pain she had ever felt. She wanted to grab her stomach, and make it the pain stop but Cynthia still had her hands pinned down. Cynthia released her clamps on Mandy's wrists. She placed her hands on her stomach just above where Cynthia was now positioned. She was in too much pain now to realize that Cynthia was now examining how big her breasts were. The taunts continued to fly but Mandy couldn't hear them. "Nice tits, girl. Care if I take a look?" Mandy only wept. Cynthia slapped her a couple of times expecting yet not expecting an answer. She took it upon herself to remove one of Mandy's shoulder straps, and pulled her tights down to where one of her breasts were exposed. "Nice." Cynthia repositioned herself so that she could suck on her nipple. Mandy was aware of what she was doing. "Stop," she cried. "Make me." Mandy tried to hide her tit with her hand but Cynthia just pinned it to the side, and continued to lick away. Mandy succombed to the actions. There was nothing she could do. She was in too much pain. This wasn't at all what she had expected. She was starting to come to, and having her nipple licked felt oddly good. Perhaps it was just better than being beaten up. That sensation didn't last long, as she was once again picked up. Cynthia threw her across the ring. Mandy ran into the ropes, her one exposed boob bouncing with each step. She turned around as she reached the ropes, and bounced off. She was too dazed to see Cyntha whip her arm across her throat. The clothesline rocketed her back onto the canvas, and bent her over so that she now laid on her stomach. Cynthia jumped across her back, and started spanking her butt. The slaps hurt but it was more humiliating that she was being manhandled like this. Mandy wanted to call it quits, and leave. She screamed her submission. This took Cynthia by surprise. "You what?" "I quit!" Mandy screamed loud enough for everybody to hear. "I quit!" Cynthia turned around on Mandy's back, and lifted her by the chin. She gouged at Mandy's eyes causing her to kick and scream. This was just starting to be fun. She removed her fingers out of her eyes, and started to slap her head. "You can't quit until I say you could quit!" Cynthia bent down to whisper in her ear. "Besides, you haven't been pleasured yet." Cynthia kissed her on the back of her head. She pulled the other shoulder strap off. She continued to pull until her outfit was completely off. Mandy laid there in only her panties, kneepads, and boots. Cynthia held up her outfit, and admired it. "I gotta admit this is a cute suit." Cynthia tossed it to her side, and removed Mandy's panties. "Now it's fun time." Cynthia grabbed Mandy's butt cheeks, and spread them apart as far as she could. Mandy screamed in pain but it didn't last long. Cynthia rolled her over, and started to massage her cunt. "Stop it!" Cynthia just ignored her, and continued to rub her pussy. Mandy pleaded for her to stop. Cynthia was starting to get annoyed again, and obliged. She grabbed Mandy by the hair, and pulled her up. She scooped Mandy's body up easily, and inserted her fingers into her cunt. Mandy's emotions were mixed. She was in pain. She was scared of what her opponent was about to do with her up in the air. She was enjoying herself. The last one she couldn't understand. Cynthia's fingers up her pussy felt so good. It didn't make the pain go away but she tried to concentrate on that. The next thing she knew she was being slammed to the mat. Mandy was starting to get used to the pain. She grimaced and arched her back but didn't scream. Even with the impact being so hard she bounced off the mat, she was proud of herself not to scream. It was a small consolation though. It hurt. It hurt like hell. Mandy laid there motionless. She was beaten, and she knew it. Whatever happens, happens from here on out. Mandy just waited for whatever happened next. She felt pressure across her chest. Her leg was being pulled up. Finally she was going to be pinned. She felt Cynthia rubbing her leg her hand from her knee up her hamstring, and to her pussy. Cynthia kissed her on the lips. Mandy stuck out her tongue in return. She just wanted her to take her. She wanted her to fuck her just let the pain end. Cynthia wrapped her hands around Mandy's hand, and rubbed her pussy with her leg. Cynthia was starting to enjoy to enjoy herself. These rookie matches were more pleasure than anything. She wanted to end it herself, and show a little mercy to the young girl. Cynthia got up off of Mandy, and dragged her by the legs over to the corner where the box was. She opened it, and pulled out a twelve inch long dildo. She inserted the dildo into Mandy's pussy. Mandy wasn't expecting it, and groaned in pain. Cyntha laid across the girl with a breast in her face. She waited as electronic beeps counted nine times, and a higher pitched beep signalled the final ten count. Mandy sighed thinking the match was over. That was only the first requirement of winning. Mandy squirmed with the dildo in her. It was a little uncomfortable having something that big in her. She felt her legs being draped over the ropes then the pressure came. It was a mixed bag of pain and pleasure as Cynthia pumped the dildo, and licked her pussy. Cynthia looked out to the crowd to see who was here. This was going to take a few moments to finish Mandy off. She spotted someone that made her stop and giggle. Paul Rubein was already asleep. One hand was on top of his jacket, the other disappeared beneath the tent on his lap. "Damn, that Pee Wee," Cynthia remarked. "He couldn't ever make it through a whole match." She started to hear moaning coming from her younger opponent. Mandy was fixing to orgasm. Cynthia removed the dildo, and inserted her fingers to finish her off. She pumped harder, and harder. Mandy's moans were becoming louder and louder. Finally, Mandy exploded with an orgasm. The bell rang signalling the end of the match. Mandy sighed after the orgasm. She was tired now. The pain was starting to go away. She wanted to feel that feeling again. Cynthia licked Mandy's juices off her fingers then picked her up and pressed her limp body over her head in victory. She paraded around to each side of the ring pressing her to impress the crowd. They responded with a round of applause. Normally, Cynthia would drop them on their back after the parade around the ring but she had taken a liking to Mandy. She set her down, and climbed out of the ring. She pulled Mandy out by her ankle, and draped her body across her shoulder. She placed a hand on Mandy's butt, and carried her out of the arena. She had pleased Mandy, now it was her turn when she woke up to return the favor. 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 embarassing. "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. 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