An abrupt and unexpected ending to the match

As the four girls fought, Becky and Miss H sat watching them. Both were getting extremely turned on by the fight.

"Well" Miss H said, "I picked Melissa, you picked Sandy. Right now it looks like one of us is going to be right."

Sandy was trying to crush Wendy's ribs with a bodyscissor, and Melissa was on her knees in front of April, eating her pussy like it was a 7 course meal while April was trapped in the bondage swing.

"Either one would suit me fine." Becky said. "Though we probably ought to punish Vanessa for that poor performance."

Miss H got up and walked over to the area with the pillows. She grabbed two strapons in one hand and Vanessa's hair with the other, and dragged Vanessa over to where she and Becky were sitting.

"Eat me." Miss H stripped out of her tiny shorts and sat down on the chair, her legs spread wide.

Vanessa was too worried about what these two women might do to her if she refused to even consider it.

April finally quit panicking, and realized she could probably get loose if she calmed down. She pulled her leg up as far as she could and then kicked Melissa over backwards. She unbuckled her leg, and bicycled them, keeping Melissa at bay, while she untied her arm.

"OK, bitch, now you're dead. I'm gonna beat you and then I'm gonna **** you and then I'm gonna beat you again!"

Throwing wild punches, April backed Melissa across the gym. Most of the punches were ducked, and Melissa had her arms up to guard against the others. April connected with some body shots, but Melissa's abs gave her some protection, though it still hurt plenty.

Wendy was having trouble breathing as Sandy's legs compressed her ribs. She picked Sandy up piggy back and ran her into the turnbuckle. Sandy lost her grip, tried to regain it as Wendy clotheslined her, and both girls fell out of the ring, landing at the feet of Melissa and April, Sandy on top.

Melissa and April stopped fighting and looked down at them. As if they were mad at them for getting in between them. Wendy snuck quietly away as Melissa put Sandy in a camel clutch, and April put her in a boston crab. Sandy screamed her submission almost instantly.

"No injuries!" Becky yelled at them.

The two girls stood up, letting Sandy fall and grab her back. Then they looked around. Wendy was standing next to the oil pit.

"You know..." Wendy laughed, "You two might as well come get me. No one wants to see a musclebound bitch and a prison dyke go at it. It's enough to turn you straight."

Predictably, Melissa and April charged. Wendy ducked at the last second, and they both fell into the oil.

"You sneaky little..." April snarled. "Well, come in here and try to back it up!"

Wendy shook her head. "No, I think I've got everything in hand."

April looked puzzled. Then suddenly her eyes bulged, and then she screamed in orgasm! She fell down into the oil and writhed around, panting and gasping.

Melissa was a bit less far gone. She fell to her knees, though, unable to fight. "What... did you... do?"

"You like it? Well, people think of witchcraft as magic, but what a lot of them don't know is that it involves lots of other things. One of which is herbalism. The right solution can cause blood flow and muscle contractions, and I'm sure you know what you get when you combine the two... right?"

Melissa only screamed in response as her orgasm took her. She fell down face first into the oil, and her pants and moans joined April's. April was already well on her way to her second orgasm, lying on her back, her hips thrusting up against nothing.

Wendy cackled. "So I just added a bit of magic potion to the oil, and voila! ... you know, I should warn both of you that since oil isn't water soluble, that stuff isn't going to wash off. In fact, trying will only rub it in deeper. So, you might want to try to resist the urge to finger youselves... oops! Too late! Oh, you'll be feeling this for DAYS!"

To complete the trick, Wendy took a pair of handcuffs out, and cuffed both Melissa and April together by their ankles, being very careful not to splash any oil on herself. Then she turned to Becky and Miss H.

"So." She asked. "What's this all about, anyway?"