A Desporate Struggle

Tonya and Chrissie immediately began making their way towards me. I slid along the ropes, trying desperately to figure out a plan. Tonya and I had muted sensations, but we were still more sensitive than average. Tonya was on the verge of elimination as well as I. If I went after Chrissie, there was a chance that Tonya would help me rather than try to fight the bigger girl one-on-one after I was eliminated. It was a weak plan, but it was the only idea I had.

I launched myself at Chrissie and brought her to the matt. Desperation gave me strength as I planted a forearm on her swelled boobs and slid two fingers into her lubricated pussy. The surprised look on her face was priceless as she realized I had fingers fully inside her. I began to pump my fingers back and forth inside her pussy, and Chrissie shuddered and moaned at the unexpected pleasure. Her thighs unconsciously parted more, giving me more access, and I felt a thrilling rush of success. It was working! It was working!

And then Tonya rolled me off and straddled my belly.

I squealed and tried to roll Tonya off me, but then Chrissie was there, pinning my legs. There was a brief flurry of movement, and then Tonya was pinning my wrists over my head, still straddling my belly but on her knees now, and Chrissie, who I couldn't see, was directly behind Tonya, her shoulders holding my knees up and apart, giving her full unblocked access to my pussy. I couldn't move.

"Well, slut," said Chrissie, "look at you, legs spread again. I think you need some satisfaction."

"Thcwew you!" I said. Stupid lisp.

"Good idea," said Chrissie. She was purring.

My eyes widened and I gasped as I felt my pussy penetrated by Chrissie's fingers. Then my belly muscles began to twitch and jump as her fingers slid back-and-forth inside me. I squirmed, but with my knees spread apart by her shoulders, all that accomplished was wriggling my hips.

My first orgasm came embarrassingly quickly. I felt it building and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Suddenly my back was arching and I was moaning like a slut in heat as my body shuddered and wriggled under Chrissie's ministrations. I couldn't see her, but her ministrations were turning me into a wet mess. She continued to stroke her fingers over my clit through my orgasm, and I realized the second orgasm would come even quicker.

"Awwww, poor Erica," said Tonya, "you're gonna be bimboed soon, just like Lori." Then she leaned in close, her elbows on the ground just above my shoulders, and she pressed her lips against mine. My eyes widened as my still sensitive lips suddenly sent even more pleasure signals to my already overloaded girl parts. The kiss was smart in the sense that I had turned down the deal to desensitize my lips, but it was unexpected as well, as Tonya was straight. Too late I realized what she was doing, and then I was moaning into the kiss as my body shuddered through my second orgasm.

Still on her elbows and knees, restraining my wrists with her hands, Tonya gave me a mean smirk. "Are you ready for number three?" she asked, and I knew it was coming soon. I was helpless to move, and I couldn't withstand Chrissie's fingers for long. Already my tired belly muscles were twitching once more for an impending orgasm, and I knew it was over. I couldn't stop it. I was going to be a bimbo.