Kaitlyn

“So, you’re the new boy toy on the roster,” you hear a proper British voice announce from the back. You pull yourself up to get a better look at the alluring accent. You didn’t realize you spent the entire 10 minutes just recovering from the two pegging jobs you just received.

And you have two more to go.

Looking up, you see a very curvy and very voluptuous woman make her way to the ring. Your eyes widen as you recognize her.

“Must be quite the glutton for punishment to go straight into the ISGP right off the bat.”

Standing in front of you is Kaitlyn, standing 5’6”, her body clad in a shiny fighter’s robe. But you know what that body looks like underneath it.

“Y-You’re…Kaitlyn…”, you stammer. Her reputation precedes her.

Kaitlyn was the most recent feud for Dominique and the two of them had some of the most intense matches you’ve ever seen. She pushed Dominique to the limit, even taking the belt off of her a few times.

“I see he’s a fan, too,” she exclaims giddily as she drops the robe in front of you. No teasing, no putting on a show, she’s simply naked in front of you. Her luscious round boobs, at least a DD cup (maybe even an F-cup), her surprisingly slender torso, and her most memorable feature: her almost unnaturally large and curvaceous booty.

She wasn’t an hourglass figure. She was at least a two and a half hourglass figure. A body truly built for pleasure…and pain.

Staring into her humongous ass, you are quickly reminded of the matches of hers you saw. When she wasn’t using her curvy frame to overwhelm her opponents, she was suffocating them with that ass. It was an assured victory for her the second she sat down on them because her opponents couldn’t find a way out from underneath her. You know the trail of defeated foes she’s left behind. And what’s she’s done to most of them after the matches.

You aren’t sure whether to be excited…or terrified.

“It’s a shame you didn’t go competitive first,” Kaitlyn taunts as she makes her way over to the “instrument shelf”. Her eyes scan for the perfect implement of ****.

“I always love to tenderize my meat thoroughly before I enjoy it,” she purrs.

With that, she grabs a behemoth. 11” long, 6” girth, and already sliding up her full, round thighs into position.

“I know you do,” you say, trying to keep your calm as you see the member you’re about to be subjected to. You rise to your feet, respectfully showing her you’re ready. “I remember your match with Jessie Q.”

“Oooo, that was a fun one,” she said with a smile, reminiscing. “I was even heavier back then. It was quite fun ragdolling her cute little athletic body around the ring.”

Walking right up to you, her member already poking at yours, her hypnotic emerald eyes looking right into yours. Piercing. Intimidating.

“Is that what you want,” she asks, “You want to be ragdolled by a bigger tough woman?”

“I mean,” you smile, “Doesn’t every guy who comes here?”

“You’d be surprised,” Kaitlyn says, “Most of these guys can barely handle an average pegging.” She then smiles naturally, slightly breaking her kayfabe presence, “But I saw you and Bailey out here. You are actually really sweet.”

Then the kayfabe returns.

“Did you want to wrestle her,” Kaitlyn asks.

“I mean, of course, but with her knee and all,” you start to say.

“Did you want to be crushed by her?”

You’re silent. Of course the answer was yes, but how could you admit this right before your next pegging.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Sylvia entering the ring in her ref shirt.

“I had a lovely chat with Bailey before coming out here,” Kaitlyn says slyly, “She’s really in love with you. And I would do anything to protect my friend. That said, I want to make sure you can handle her needs. So, let’s see what you can take.”

Sylvia walks up to you, “You feel rested? You ready for the next round?”

You nod, half being honest. The other half isn’t sure how much you’re going to be in for.

Sylvia turns to Kaitlyn, “You?”

“Give him to me,” Kaitlyn growls.

“Your time starts now,” Sylvia says as she waves her arms, signaling the clock to start