Meet Lena in the heel locker room? ...well you have to deal with Lisa first.

"That was... pretty hot." Lisa says as she leads you backstage. "Lot of room for improvement though. Needed more submission holds. And a lot more squirting. A jobber hasn't really been fucked unless the fans in the front row are wet."

"Have you ever fucked a jobber that well?" You ask.

Lisa suddenly slaps you on the back of the head. "No, and it's not my fucking job either! And don't you ever backtalk me like that again! You're just a rookie who's beaten a couple jobbers!"

Now dragging you by your wrist, Lisa leads you backstage. She pushes you into the elevator.

"In fact, that was terrible! Two positions, Christy! That's all you could think of? And what was it, like ten minutes?"

You try to look contrite. But really, it's just starting to piss you off.

Lisa keeps bitching at you as you ride up the elevator.

"How do you even let her tap out? Didn't you learn anything about how to treat jobbers from the way you got treated?"

Well, Wendy and Tricia were double-teaming you after the bell so it's not like that counted. And Missy tied up your hands and used a ballgag so you couldn't... hmm well maybe Lisa has a little bit of a point. But then, it's not like you really wanted to piss Lena off.

The elevator opens on the top floor, the one just below Tanya's own penthouse suite. Still dragging you by your wrist - well she thinks she's dragging you - Lisa heads off towards a pair of ornate double doors. The doors have LISA MCVAN written on them.

You had your name written on your door too - back when you were a little kid. You're really starting to despise Lisa. And she's STILL bitching. "No one wants to see jobbers with no tits anyway! Your taste in women sucks! What are you, straight or something?!"

It's not like there's any point in telling Lisa that Lena was Tanya's choice, not yours. She throws the doors open. Her suite is almost as luxurious as Tanya's, but it seems to be empty at the moment. She drags you past the cavernous main room with the theater sized ultra-HD television and the full wet bar and into a hallway. You try to look in some of the doors, and you get the impression that they're all just a bunch of themed bedrooms with matching sex toys.

Then she picks a room and pulls you in after her.

Now this room is done up like an old castle dungeon, with the walls made to look like gloomy dark gray rocks and a bunch of sex toys designed to look like **** devices. Hopefully they're just sex toys. Well, you recognize the sybian, even if it's designed to look like one of those medieval **** devices. The wooden horse, you think it was called.

"Kneel, cunt!" Lisa pushes on your head, and although your first impulse is to fight her, you kneel on the sybian. Lisa takes a remote control, and bands appear out of nowhere to shackle your thighs and ankles to the sides of it. Then she turns it on.

" This is because you were trying to fuck Lena instead of getting yourself off." Lisa said.

At first the sybian was just a tingly nuisance. But the tingly nuisance turns into a pleasurable tingly nuisance, then a tingle, and in an embarrassingly short time, you feel your breath coming heavy and little moans in the back of your throat. And as the pleasure increases, and your thighs cramp from being locked in place, and you feel yourself starting to hump back against the damn machine, you reach down and try to free your legs. It doesn't work. You can't even find a place to grip the bands holding you in place. Meanwhile Lisa's facing away from you, angrily yanking at something.

"We're going to play a game called No Dry Strapons! The rules are... fuck I don't even care." She turns around and she's wearing a strapon almost like the one she had you fuck Lena with. The only difference is that hers is half again as big. Lisa walks towards you and yanks your hair back. Her hips are against your chin, the strapon covers your entire face. "If you can't fuck a jobber right, then-"

"Lisa!"

Lisa turns around. Chichi, still in her cheerleader outfit, has just run into the room.

"Can't you see I'm busy? Come back later."

"No, this is really important! It's about Alis..." Chichi looks at you and recognizes you. Her eyebrows go up. "It's about James Green. He's been telling everyone that you're just a cumwhore and the reason all you do with him is cbt is because you're too sensitive and would cum before he got halfway in!"

With a growl, Lisa swings her hips, slapping you hard with the strapon. "You're lucky, Christy. Go do whatever. Like, if you can."

And she leaves with Chichi. The sybian's buzzing, it's getting hard to think and the moans you keep making keep getting louder and it's turning you on even more... but she left the remote on her bed.

The sybian's got rubber pads on the bottom to keep it from sliding around, but you can reach your arms to the ground and by pushing up, drag it inch by inch. It's an incredible arm workout. But you reach the remote and hit the buttons. Your legs unlock, and you immediately fall off the thing and lie on your back, panting like you're in heat. It's so tempting to just jump back on the thing and finish yourself off...

But you want to be gone before Lisa gets back, and you don't want to keep Lena waiting.