A doppelganger appears

"Mika! Mika! Mika!" Even in an empty, private gym, a beautiful blonde wrestler could hear the roaring cheers of the crowd clear as day. Impossibly tight spandex flexed and flowed around Mika's powerful frame as she hurled her training dummy about the ring. Big Swing into Peach Bomber. Suplex into power bomb. Camel clutch to arm bar, into a winning smile. Sweat dripped down the toned woman's body as she honed her craft in isolation.

Or at least, what she thought was isolation.

"Boxing shadows huh?" Mika's unmistakable voice called out. The blonde whipped around in surprise and confusion. A voluptuous figure filled the doorway. Against all reason or credible explanation, Mika couldn't help but recognize the figure as herself. "Are you that dedicated..." the other Mika began as she approached the ring "... or are they the only ones you can beat?" A cruel smile crossed the doppelganger's face as she stood teasingly at the edge of the ring. The other Mika threw a large heavy bag into the corner. Stunned and rather confused, Rainbow Mika watched her doppelganger slide into the ring. Slide perhaps wasn't quite the right word for it. Whoever this doppelganger was, she didn't share Mika's sense of modesty. The impostor found perhaps the most lurid way to bend and pose her imposing frame as she strutted into place opposite Mika.

"Who the hell are you?" Mika called out, unsure of how else to respond and rather nervous over the entire situation. "The only Mika that matters." The clone replied as she adopted Mika's famous stance and began approaching menacingly. Uncertain of the situation, the experienced blonde went on the defensive. The doppelganger lashed out with both hands, grasping Mika by the wrists and pulled her down and forward. Whoever this was, she didn't fight like Mika. Where the rainbow wrestler had expected to crash into the mat, she instead found herself trapped between her opponent's generous thighs. The doppelganger's long, sensual legs locked themselves around Mika's neck, squeezing the resistance out of her. Her foe took her time, admiring the way Mika's training shorts rode up and showed off her fantastic assets. The doppelganger likely made some crude or humiliating remark. Mika couldn't hear much beyond the blood rushing in her ears as her vision started to dim.

WHAM! Reality crashed back into Mika's perception as her face smashed into the mat. Her foe's shapely buttocks pinned the back of her head down, but she could feel sinuous arms pulling her elbows over sturdy knees. Mika was trapped, arms uselessly pinned in her opponent's lap, and head smothered under her opponent's muscular seat. Then she felt the doppelganger go for her outfit. Devious fingers grasped tight hold of her spandex shorts and pulled on them with cruel intent. "What a fat, useless ass. You call yourself a wrestler? The only thing these cheeks can wrestle down is silicone." The doppelganger certainly didn't have Mika's sense of fair play or decency.

The loathsome, stretchable fabric strained against Mika's considerable glutes. *SMACK* A sharp pain **** a pittiful whimper out of the proud wrestler's lips. Her outfits were always revealing. Mika knew what she looked like, why she had so many fans. She wasn't naive or ignorant of the situation. Still, there was something bitter and humiliating in being dominated in her own home. In having her modest training outfit made into a lewd spectacle. Rage filled Mika as she futilely shook her ass in defiance, trying desperately to wiggle free. "That's right whore! Dance! Shake that fat ass like the the little slut you are!" The teasing and taunting of this doppelganger only further enraged Mika, but soon she realized she was just wasting her strength. She'd have to find a better way out.

"Giving up already? I thought you were supposed to be full of spunk... maybe I imagined the wrong kind..." The doppelganger's voice trailed off as she grasped Mika's shorts in both hands. In one fluid motion, the clone rose to a standing position, separating Mika and her spandex, and leaving the blonde flopped head over heels. The clone smirked before playfully launching the spandex out of the ring and smugly judging her newly humiliated target. Mika lived up to her name, putting her rainbow print thong on full display. The bruised blonde took but a moment to spring back up to her feet, though her fighting stance was compromised by her attempts to hide her shame. The blonde wrestler's ass was always on open display, and her womanly bits were no stranger to daring leotard cuts. This was different. She wasn't ready to be on display. This wasn't a show. Her fans weren't cheering her on and lauding her skills alongside her curves. Here and now, she was a toy. Someone else's plaything. And that someone hadn't just stolen her pride or her pants. That bitch stole her identity.

The indignity and rage blinded Mika as she lashed out against her clone. Wild haymakers, daring dropkicks, Mika's strikes flew out with unbridled fury. Unfortunately for Mika, the clone slipped around every blow. It was like fighting a liquid shadow. No feint could fool her, no blow could catch even a grazing touch. In desperation, Mika threw herself at her foe with all her might. Surely a Peach Bomber would turn the tide. Her foe effortlessly ducked clear of Mika's prized attack, and the blonde crashed painfully into one of the ring's corner pillars. Mika's momentary daze was all her clone needed to seize another prized portion of her outfit.

Like a wry dominatrix closing in on a clueless victim, the clone reached down and grasped the hem of Mika's over-sized workout shirt. In a single, well practiced motion, she flipped the cloth over Mika's head, and twisted it about her arms. Grabbing the back hem, the doppelganger quickly made two makeshift handles of the shirt and tied them together tightly with several rough knots. The end result left Mika's tight sportsbra on full display, her face covered and well blinded, and her arms **** back, severely limited in motion. "What the FUCK!" Mika shouted, bewildered and embarrassed beyond the capacity for reason. Her foe stayed silent, opting simply to watch the blonde stumble about the ring trying desperately to find her foe. Both of them wondered what exactly Mika planned to do if she did bump into her doppelganger.

The blonde stomped around in defeated rage. Her ample buttocks bouncing hypnotically with each uncertain step. Mika's well developed breasts heaved with angry breaths against an impossibly tight sports bra. She couldn't see, but she damn well could shout, and Mika persisted in calling out a foe she couldn't be entirely sure hadn't left the ring, giggling all the way. Unfortunately for Mika, the clone had other plans.

While Mika made a show of herself, the devious clone tended to the bag she'd thrown into the ring before the fight. From it she withdrew several fun toys. The first of which being a set of sturdy leather mitts. As Mika wandered about the ring, she was helpless to protect herself when her foe grasped her from behind and **** her into the ropes surrounding the ring. With a few quick, fluid motions, the doppelganger threaded Mika's legs through the ropes and couldn't help but give her rainbow thonged ass a few swift swats. In her aimless struggle to free her legs, Mika didn't notice her foe's attempts to secure the mitts in place until it was too late. Now she was a wrestler who couldn't use her hands. The clone left Mika to struggle out of the ropes and back into the ring while she fetched another tool from her bag of tricks. The blonde was ultimately successful, though she more fell out of the ropes, than gracefully freed herself. Mika had only just steadied herself again when she felt her foe grasp her from behind.

A violent German suplex followed by a power bomb, and a big swing for good measure hurled Mika about the ring. The blows weren't so much painful as they were disorienting and exhausting. Mika could barely stand, let alone resist her foe's next move. The blonde felt something small and slick slide its way under her panties, and it wasn't a moment later that it logged itself against her clitoral hood. The wrestler yelped in utter surprise when the bead started vibrating aggressively deep against her womanhood. Something harsh tightened against her massive thigh. Mika tried to fish the invader out, or at least remove the thing strapped to her leg, but found her mit-bound fingers useless. "Aww... poor little Mika can't get it out. Those mitts make it too hard to turn off pumpkin?" The clone's mockery rang bitter notes through Mika's ears.

"Sh-Shut up and fight... bitch!" Mika tried to sound tough, but even she didn't believe it. Her pants were gone. Her rainbow panties were out on full display. Her ass had been bouncing around the ring like a show horse for what felt like an eternity. Her shirt was up and over her head, completely blinding her. Her tits lay barely contained in a sports bra, sloshing about the arena. Her hands were useless. And now there was some sort of perverted toy buzzing away at her crotch. In a few minutes she was going to cum for some whore who'd spent the last few minutes kicking her ass, and it was only going to get worse.

And get worse it did. Bored with the current level of humiliation, the clone grasped the knotted mass at the back of the shirt and pulled it about in a wicked and unpredictable manner. Mika was thrown to and fro violently until the knots gave way and the traitorous shirt cast the blonde free. The rainbow wrestler crashed to the ground, bereft of her workout clothes and somehow less humiliated in spite of her nakedness. The clone tauntingly swung a new toy about her fingers: a bright blue, and uncomfortably large ballgag with Mika's heart insignia adorning its surface. "I'm going to shut your whore mouth up good..." The doppelganger teased with an evil look in her eye.

Newly freed, Mika found foolish hope in the promise of finally getting to fight back, albeit at a substantial disadvantage. Unfortunately, the blonde let loose with a brutal kick, only to have her doppelganger effortlessly catch her by the ankle. The clone toyed with her prey, forcing Mika to hop about on one leg as she was pushed about the ring. Mika's ankle was **** high above her head, leading her to bounce around in a revealing vertical split. She could feel the unfamiliar waves of humiliation and embarrassment flow across her face as she danced and bounced for her cruel clone's enjoyment. The bonde's crotch lay out of full display, and she felt nothing like a wrestler. She'd been turned into some sort of perverted doll for someone else's ammusement.

Mika's humiliation soon switched to shock as a swift boot collapsed her supporting knee and the blonde collapsed to the ground in a heap. The clone wasted no time grappling Mika, forcing her onto her stomach. The clone then threaded her knees beneath Mika's armpits and sat on the rainbow wrestler's prestigious posterior. The voluptuous vixen's back was **** into a sharp arch, and her barely covered crotch pressed into the mat. Mika could feel the vibrations in her panties growing stronger as her foe toyed with the device on the hapless wrestler's thigh.

"How long do you think you'll last slut?" The clone taunted from her perch. "I give it two minutes and you'll start moaning like a bitch in heat." The doppelganger finished her taunt with a few teasing slaps on Mika's exposed buttocks. The blonde's breast swayed and strained against her bra as she shook with all her might, fighting desperately to break free. Ultimately it was useless, and Mika could feel herself grinding her hips into the mat, in brazen disregard of her modesty. "Aw... poor baby. Let me help you out." The impostors cruel words were matched by cruel fingers tracing Mika's heaving breasts. The blonde's body began to betray her as her **** nipples soon pebbled and peeked their way through the tight sports bra. "Looks like someone likes loosing. Is that it you filthy whore? Big bad Rainbow Mika likes getting felt up when she's helpless?" The clone continued teasing, both in word and deed. Mika's nipples hardened further as the clone flicked and swirled about with agonizing precision. "Where's that big mouth of yours? I though Rainbow Mika never backs down from a challenge. Are you scared? Or are you such a wimp you can't fight back?" It took every ounce of Mika's self control not to shout back. She remembered the "gift" her foe had threatened her with, and she had no intention of tasting rubber any time soon.

If only Mika's hips weren't betraying her. The invader continued buzzing away at Mika's clitoral hood, and try as she might, Mika couldn't ignore the waves of pleasure pulsing through her nethers. Both fighters were well aware that between the sensation between her legs and the teasing of her chest, Mika was nearing the edge. Even through clenched teeth, the blonde's breathing grew hot and labored. Moans and coos of frustration and pleasure squeezed past her lips. As the bucking of Mika's hips reached a crescendo, the clone ceased her teasing and clamped her hands tightly over Mika's lips and nostrils. The blonde panicked as her oxygen disappeared simultaneously with the arrival of a body spasming orgasm. Just before the blonde could pass out, her foe released her grip and Mika desperately gasped for air.

Unfortunately, as the rainbow wrestler struggled for breath she let her guard down. The impostor swiftly snuck the ballgag through Mika's delicate, shimmering lips. Muffled protestations and wheezing pushed against the bright blue rubber but to no avail. The thick leather strap snugged against the back of her head, securing the toy tightly in place. The clone then dangled a small silver padlock before the blonde's weary visage. "Just in case you get any silly ideas." Mika shook her head furiously in protest. With her hands stuck in leather mitts, she had little chance of loosening the gag, but with a lock, escape would be truly impossible. The lock snapped shut with a soft but unmistakable click. The clone sighed in satisfaction and took a moment to lift Mika's sportsbra. Not enough to fully remove the garment, that would come later. For now, it was sufficient to let the girls swing loose and let the blonde's shame take hold.

The doppelganger slammed Mika's newly silenced skull into mat before releasing the hold and strutting away from her prey. Mika lied on the floor for a few horrible moments. She was exposed. Tits out and pert completely beyond her control. Cute rainbow panties soaked and compromised by an infernal toy that continued buzzing away against her now sensitive lady parts. Ass on display, and surely soon to be a victim of some future attack. Hands uselessly sealed away. Now even her voice was gone. A silver lock and a mockery of her icon in place of her once iconic means of promotion.

The clone busily rummaged through her bag, seemingly debating what her next move should be. Mika could tell there was a worrying abundance of toys and bindings waiting for a victim. The impostor seductively swayed her hips back and forth, taunting the defeated Mika as she contemplated her plans for further humiliation.

Where once Mika might have pondered what move to attempt or how she would fight back, now only one dreadful question filled her mind...