The Conquistador continues to dominate.

The Conquistador laughs as he stares down at you and Britannia. Both of you are reeling after being slammed to the mat and he takes this time to grasp the front of his trunks. With one tug he rips them off. His cock is huge though not quite fully erect yet. As you stare at it in horrified fascination it stiffens to stand over a foot long and as thick as your wrist. You glance across at the blonde Brit and see her jaw drop open as she too stares at the Spaniard's monstrous cock.

"Thees iss gud." The Conquistador says in a thickly accented growl. "Now my cock he has two putas. Wheech wants heem first?"

You lurch to your feet simultaneously with the big blonde, now united against a common enemy. The Conquistador however steps in as you rise and grabs a wrist in each of his big hands. He spins around, propelling you and Britannia in a wide circle and releases you both once you have gained momentum. You fly backwards across the ring and hit opposite corner posts hard. Even with the padding on the posts the **** with which you hit them drives the wind out of your lungs and leaves you dazed.

You slump agaist the post and stare blearily across the ring at Britannia. Her bigger bulk and muscle has protected her somewhat better from the impact than your wiry body and she's already beginning to pull herself upright. The Conquistador sees this and makes the big woman his priority target. Before she can fully recover he seizes her by her long hair and drags her out of the corner. The heel of his hand drives into her solar plexus to keep her breathless and malleable.

"Leetle womens, you theenk you can fight the Conquistador?" The Spaniard mocks.

He drags Britannia to the ropes and forces the top rope down and holds it with his foot. Then the middle rope is pulled up crossing the top one. Into the gap created between them he stuffs the British wrestler and then releases the ropes. They snap back trapping the woman between them across her upper chest. Working quickly he repeats this manouvre and traps each of Britannia's arms outspread to her sides. The giant steps back to admire his work. Britannia begins to struggle as her breath returns, but is securely pinned in place by the ropes and is bent over in an extremely **** position,

Satisfied that the bigger opponent is trapped for the time being the giant rips her thin white skirt off and turns to you smirking.

"Now for you leetle one." He rumbles ominously.