Seductress could feel her arms being clawed at. It was a futile attempt at trying to get her to stop. Allowing their lips to separate, a string of saliva left from the tongues dance. "It's too late Ashlie. I have you exactly where I want you now." The young woman would feel seductress wait shift, as her opponent rested her sex against Ashlie's raised knee.

One of Seductress hands left toying with Ashlie's bosom. The hands finger tips drifting lightly down the woman's taught abdomen. Reaching the area of interest Seductress cupped Ashlie's well lubricated sex. Taking her middle and ring fingers the Seductress inserted them, and began moving them back and forth.

Ashlie could feel the Seductress moist sex, through the black lace panties she wore. The woman's soft lips had surrounded one of the girls erect, and hard peaks. Sucking, and lifting her head to lick at it, while she continued to mold and knead the orb it was attached to. Ashlie would notice the woman only came up to lick her peak, when she was motioning her body back against her knee. It seemed everything had a deliberate rhythm to try and get Ashlie off.

"E.exactly where...?" Her lips dangle open for a moment as seductress pulls her lips back - every inch of Ashlie's body speaking her arousal in her warmth...the way her cute little nipples were rock hard..and the way excitement was splayed across her thighs and against the girl's leg.

Her eyes go wide as she feels those fingertips running down, down....her abdomen tensing as the fingers go lower - as Ashlie's little perverted mind follows shortly thereafter...and...

*plut* "...Nnnh!" Ashlie lets out a squeal as her hips twitch - as two fingers slip into her hot little insides - which drool onnto the fingers that work her body..

Ashlie's body begins to slowly go taut as shivers run up her spine - The Seductress' fingers bumping against her clitoris with each pass - little patters of her juices lingering underneath her body..spine arching slightly off of the floor - her moans slightly abandoned now...

I..I can't take it! I..I'm gonna cum...!

Seductress could feel the girl’s walls tense around her fingers, as they were overcome by a rush of warm liquid. Seductress slowly pulled her fingers out, as Ashlie's nectar spilled out onto the canvas mat. A referee would open the cage door to inspect if Ashlie had climaxed. The bell would ring shortly to declare the end of the match. "The winner of this match by climax, Seductress." The announcer had forgotten the second stipulation of the match, but Ashlie would find out what that was soon enough.

Seductress put her nectar covered fingers into her mouth, cleaning them off. I need a shower after this little dance. Her energy is tasty though, and her nectar even more so. I'm going to enjoy playing with her some more. Seductress would walk into the back, and take an elevator to who knows where. Ashlie would be carried back to the locker room, and her discarded clothes picked up. She would soon find herself back in the locker room.

"Please get yourself clean off. Seductress will be waiting for your arrival." The people who carried her back to the locker room would walk off. Ashlie would find her normal bathing supplies in her locker. Had she requested them, or had they found out somehow? She would also find a note, and two room keys. One of the room keys was in the note, while the other one was in an envelope with a letter.

The one in the note would tell Ashlie she was expected in room 217 and to let herself in. The key with the letter would be a congratulatory letter on her becoming a professional lesbian wrestler. It also gave her instruction how to reach the wrestler rooms, and her own room. The rooms were located in the same building, but were separated from the guest rooms. Her room key would also work, as a key to the elevator.

Ashlie groans hotly as the sensations overwhelm her - and her body releases onto Seductress' fingers..a series of short, gasping, breathless pants pushed out of her lips as her hips jerk againnst the fingers that penetrate her..thoroughly soiling the digits stuck inside of her. Her lips dangle open ..panting for air...as she realizes she'd just creamed herself in front of all of those people.

And only moments later, she finds herself in the locker rooms..and looks to her bathing supplies suspiciously..

It...it's already over? Th..that sucks..but I really couldn't hang out any longer... Ashlie heaves a tiny sigh before stepping into the shower with a lavender sponge - and begins to rub it along the curves of her body - lathering herself with the grape-scented soap and lettinng the water beat against her form - stopping herself before she 's about to let the shower head beat down against the area between her legs.

Moments later, with scented hair and body, Ashlie slips out of the shower, water peeling off of her form...and paces over to her clothes - which were now sticky, and sweaty..."I...I really have to go up to her...?" Ashlie bends over, taut little bottom sticking outward as she reaches into a locker - pulling out the raunchiest pair of see-through panties...and a matching lacy bra - two garters attaching the panties to a pair of thigh-highs with heart prints on them. In little red letters on the crotch it reads.. "slut" ..

"It's better than walking out in wet panties, I suppose..but it's so embarrassing..." she mutters, as she slides into her new lingerie...and shuffles up to room 217 - unlocking the door..and taking a slow step inside..

"H...hello..?"

Ashlie would notice that the room was a redesigned hotel sweat. The room had a signal double size bed for two on one of the walls. The bed was draped in what seemed like rather comfortable sheets. The walls were barren of any kind of art work. Under the only window in the room was the normal heater/air conditioner.

The drapes currently covering the window were the same creamy white, as the bed sheets. A simple chair and table were next to each other under a lamp in the corner. The chair even came with its own foot stool. Across from the bed was a flat screen television, set above a dresser. Next to that was a mini refrigerator, and a microwave was in a wood shelf above it.

Coming out from her shower Seductress stopped, and looked at Ashlie. She was currently drying out her hair, wearing nothing but some white silk panties. Her bosom was in full view, as it contoured to Seductress body while her hands were busy moving the towel. "You know that is the tackiest thing they could have given you. I got a closet full of old outfits I don't wear. You can take something you like from it. The closet is on the left side wall. Opening the closet Ashlie would find various nightgowns, submission outfits, swimsuits and cos play outfits. "Anything in there should fit? We seem to be about the same size."

Seductress had the mini fridge door open, her bent of rear the only thing Ashlie was able to see. "Do you want anything to drink? I got water, juice, and grape and orange flavored soda." The woman was waving her bottom around unknowingly, as she rummaged through the fridge.

Ashlie takes a good look at her room's surroundings - drawing in a deep breath - and fiddling with the waistline of her panties. "Y..you want me to change?" Ashlie blinks a little bit - and looks towards the closet that the woman pointed to. Shuffling over to it..Ashlie peels off both of her thigh highs and unfastens her garters , dragging her panties down her legs...leaving her femininity bare. Two hands reach behind her and unclasp her bra - bare orbs flouncing out..

"I..I'm not too thirsty," She mutters..eyes looking at the various outfits - especially the little submission pet one in embarrassment - cheeks flushing red. Ashlie bends over - exposing her own rounded bottom - and staring to the girl's legs and hips as she muddles in the fridge -though she doesn't really make her movements too sudden.

"I..I can't find any panties," Ashlie murmurs , bent over, digging through a few little thin boxes....though, her naked form hasn't managed to find any real clothes...yet.

Seductress rolled her eyes hearing the girl was not too thirsty. Taking out a can of grape soda for herself, and a bottle of water for the girl. "Are you all ways so shy, or am I really that intimidating ? I mean you just climaxed in front of group strangers, and it’s not like I haven't seen you naked before. I would think you be less shy. Why would I keep my panties in the closet ? I keep them in the second drawer from the top."

Ashlie would have noticed most of the boxes contained sex toys of one kind or another. A few of the boxes held wrestler-esq porn. Seductress would walk over to the closet, and tilt her head sideways. He he it’s actually a shame to have her put clothes on, but she'll probably fell awkward sitting around naked. She smells like grapes now. Seductress licked her lips, as thoughts of what she could do to Ashlie ran through her head. Allowing the cold bottle of water to lightly touch Ashlie's back, to get her attention.

"Here drink this. It’s not good if you let your body get dehydrated. Why don't you go slip on a pair of panties, before I decide to keep you naked? Oh, and you can call me Desera. Seductress is my in ring name." Desera would take a sip from the can of grape soda, before placing it on a close by night stand. She went back into the closet rummaging around. "Why don't you tell me a bit about your interest Ashlie?" Apparently if Ashlie couldn't pick out an outfit, she would have to do it for the girl.

"I...I'm not sure how I got here, and..before I knew it...I was on my back...and your fingers." Ashlie murmurs - though a sharp squeal exits her lips - toned bottom cheeks bumping against Desera as a shiver runs up her spine.

Ashile's thoughts are *quite * disconnected at this point - though at the mentions of her body and bringing up heated memories - it seems that heat spreads out onto her cheeks. Ashlie stumbles into the closet...

I'm getting horny again...maybe if I wear this.....

Ashlie looks to the BDSM outfit in embarrassment - though as Desera shifts in front of her - Ashlie 's bare feet patter over to the drawer - pulling out single red thong with a heart print on the front - and sliding it up the curves of both her legs...

"M..me? I like...well...i'm pretty good with computers...a..and I used to wrestle a lot in my earlier high school years, but.." Ashlie trails off, a few bitter memories coming to mind.

And, finding Desera's stash of porn brings a brighter tint of red to her cheeks yet...before Desera begins to rummage in the closet, nudging her to the side.

"I..I watch a bit of porn, to---" Ashlie squeaks at the admittance of that thing...realizing that she -truly- must be turned on to let something like that slip...

"Well you’re a bit rusty then, and well this isn't like your high school wrestling.” I really should give some of this stuff away. I could have used this in my last match. Ashlie would hear the snapping of whip from the closet. Sighing, Desera came out of the closet with a defeated look on her face. Standing next to the girl and hearing her last statement got a soft giggle from Desera.

"Sorry, I shouldn't be laughing. You probably all ready saw a few of my toys, and my stash. Is that why you’re so shy, because what people might think if they find out your perverted? Desera would lift Ashlie's rather embarrassed chin up, and kiss her softly on the lips. Reaching her hand into the closet, she pulled a random article of clothing from it. "It's okay to be a pervert. You be surprised how liberating it is, once you stop worrying about other people. Now why don't you slip into this? I'm going to bring that pervert out, so you don't need to be shy about it anymore."

Ashlie would notice the item of clothing pulled had been the BSDM outfit she had been looking at earlier. Had Desera been paying attention while she was rummaging through the closet, or was it purely coincidence? The outfit was a simple black leather with two clasp keeping a pair of almost see through black stocking attached to the garment.

The leather portion of the garment looked more like a corset. It had no upper portion that would cover Ashlie's bosom, but instead push them into more prominence. The back of the garment would reveal a lot of the back. Only a portion of leather would go over kidney area. "I'm afraid you'll have to wear this without any panties on. Once you’re done changing, you can fish a few toys out of the closet. I'm sure you've seen a few that caught your interest." Desera would carry something into the bathroom with her. Apparently she had decided to get changed as well. This left Ashlie alone in the room again.

Ashlie's eyes widen as she hears the crack of the whip from the closet - though her sapphire blue eyes once more filter to the side...hands resting against the rounded curve of her hips. Though, she seems to be taken off guard as Destra tilts her lips up - meeting her own soft little kissable lips in a gentle kiss.

"B..but no way if the other girls find out i'll never hear the end---"

Ashlie trails off as Destra pulls the BDSM outfit from her closet...and as she dissappears into the bathroom - Ashlie peels off the thong that she had just tried on - and slowly slides into the submission outfit - blinking in confusion at its design - the way it pushes up her chest accentuating the swells of her bosom...bare crotch left open - those transparent black thigh highs conforming to the contour of her long legs perfectly.

Inner pervert...? I..I don't have such a thing... Ashlie lies to herself quite plainly as she reaches into the closet again fishing out toys...a thin little bullet vibrator...a strap on...some weird sensitizing gel...a pair of vibrating panties...

Where does she get all of these things...? Ashlie murmurs her method of "picking" being to nearly drag everything that was inside of the box; out.

Desera came walking out of the bathroom wearing a dominatrix outfit. On her slender neck she wears a dark purple choker. Her neck leads down to her prominent bosom. These are covered by a dark purple leather garment with straps that connect back to the choker. Her slender arms are covered in dark purple leather long gloves, with a low flare at where they stop on her bicep. A taught stomach and slender back leads down to her slender hips, which hold in place a dark purple thong that hides her sex. Her legs and thighs are sleek, before coming to dark purple leather knee high boots. These boots have a low flare to them at her thighs, and are low heeled.

"Who cares if they nag or make fun of you? There just jealous that you’re honest with yourself." Looking over at the bed, Desera saw what Ashlie had pulled out so far. In addition to the little bullet vibrator, strap on, sensitizing gel, vibrating panties. There was a pair of handcuffs, a beaded whip and a phallus shaped vibrator. Sitting on the bed Desera picked up the gel, and began to read the instructions.

"That's enough Ashlie, no need to pull out the entire closet." She looked up from the label, and at Ashlie's firm rear. Hm what should we start with first? Desera was drumming her fingers on her thighs deep in thought. "Ashlie how often do you play with yourself?" The question didn't seem out of place, considering what they were both wearing. The question was if Ashlie would answer truthfully?

Ashlie stares at Desera as she enters the room..the inner pervert in Ashlie flaring as her cheeks immediately fill out nicely with that familiar tint of red. Ashlie tries to be discreet about catching glances at her body - but there's little you can do to hide such looks when Desera's eyes were fastened on her.

Slowly standing up and away from the box when Desera mentined that it was enough..Ashlie stares at all of the sex toys - cheeks going wide when Desera picks up the sensitizing gel..remembering what it had said on the label whenn she read it.

"Directions: Apply directly to vagina and clitoris in small amounts, or on other sensitive areas. Guaranteed to have her writhing in ecstasy!

Warning: Overuse of this product may cause extreme oversensitivity, and heart-stopping orgasms. Use with caution."

With that kind of warning, it was hard to tell if it were just a sales pitch or a -real- warning..

Slowly standing up before Desera - accentuated breasts dangling a few inches from her own, Ashile's crystal blue eyes burrow into the carpet beneath them as that question slips from her lips...though the lack of eye contact seems to speak for...her not speaking perhaps the whole truth.

"I..I ..masturbate..e..every now and then..."

"Is that so Ashlie?" Desera didn’t believe the girl's statement. It was just to hallow, and the girl wasn't looking her in the eyes. Putting the gel down after reading the label, Desera picked up the handcuffs walking behind Ashlie. Desera pressed herself up against Ashlie's back, so the girl could feel her bosom. "Such a little liar, I saw the way your cheeks flushed cheery, and how you've been stealing glances at me. I asked a simple question, and you couldn't answer truthfully. Now I'm going to punish you for lying."

Ashlie would feel her arms being gently guided behind her back, before she heard and felt the handcuffs around her wrist. Desera walked back over to the gel, and unscrewed the cap. "An honest pervert would have told the truth, and now I'm going to let you experience what it's like, not be able to play with yourself." Taking her free hand she would lightly dip it in the gel, and then rubbed it onto Ashlie's channel. The rubbing was slow and deliberate as the gel was rubbed in. Desera's fingers would dip into the gel again, and repeat the process on Ashlie's bud.

Wiping her fingers off on a towel, she had brought out. Desera re-screwed the cap on the bottle, and sat down on the bed. Her Hazel orbs stared directly at Ashlie’s bosom. I wonder how long before she gets desperate. Desera was all ready thinking of other ways, to pull Ashlie's inner pervert out.

Ashlie twitches as she feels Desera's breasts rub softly against her back - much dragging her off guard..off guard enough that she isn't expecting it when she hears the click of handcuffs fastening around her waist.

"W-wait! What?" Ashlie blinks - breasts further strained over the top half of her little submission outfit - and twitches as she feels that minty gel tingling on her bare sex. Her lips dangle open - and her thighs twitch as her cute little butt cheeks push up against Desera's groin - gasping as the fondling of her genitals continues. Ashlie's moans elevate into squeals as the gel melts into her sensitive feminine bits..making them..-extremely- sensitive. Her head rolls back against Desera's shoulder - and within a few moments...juices trickle down the insides of her thighs.....until Desera so suddenly shifts away from her body.

Ashlie's eyes look around in light panic as the gel throbs agaist her bare flesh - lips pursing open here and there as her body twists and writhes - eventually coming to bend over the foot of the bed, pert bottom arched up as her hips hump at the air...eyeing the pillows above Desera - almost as if sizing up their worth as a masturbatory aid.

Gasping, Ashlie murmurs out

"Pu-pu-puh....please.....oh god..I'm gonna melt.."

Picking up the beaded whip, Desera walked behind Ashlie. The tips of her fingers gliding on the girl's firm cheeks. "Oh my, that is some potent stuff. Now why should I let you play with yourself?" The beaded whip would come down on both of Ashlie's lean behind. The whipping motion would come for another three lashes, each lash harder than the last one.

"Now let’s try this again Ashlie. How often do you play with yourself?" The beaded whip would come down on Ashlie's bottom again, but this time it would also hit her sex and nub. Desera's hands then grasp the handcuffs restraining Ashlie to her bent over position. "Oh I know what you’re thinking, but I'm not going to allow you to do it. Now be truthful, or I'll let you melt and re-forge you myself." Desera would yank at the handcuffs, pulling Ashlie's arms slightly up, before she allowed them to drop down again. It seemed the ball was in Ashlie's court again. The question was what would she do this time around.