Rhea Ripley, a pro-wrestler who likes "good girls"

I open the door and see a muscular woman in front of me. She looks to be about 3 inches taller than me and packs a lot more muscle. I recognise her pretty quickly once she gives me a smirk. Rhe Ripley, the pro-wrestler who who´d been the focus of almost all my masturbation fantasies for the past year and a half.

"I´m here for my wife Tori Olson. That you?" Before I can answer, she cups my cheeks, looking me up and down. Seemingly satisfied with me, she pulls me close with her strong arms and gently grabs my hair and pulls my head back, making me look up into her eyes. "Aw, you look like such a sweet girl. Are you gonna be my good girl for me? Be good for your Mami?"

Utterly blown away by all this, I practically moan "Yes." Rhea grins and holds up a foul smelling bundle to my mouth. "Open." She says it without any of her playfulness, but cold authority. I open my mouth just a bit, and I´m rewarded by having the foul smelling and even fouler tasting bundle shoved into my mouth, followed by Rhea calmly wrapping tape over my mouth and around my head. At this, I start to struggle, this is just to much at once, but Rhe is having none of it. She easily pulsl away my hands form trying to get the tape of and pins them to my sides in a strong hug. Then, she carries me away to a truck parked on my parents driveway and dumps me into the open trunk. She pins me down for a moment, then puts a finger to my taped lips. "Sshhh, stay still girl. Be a good girl for Mami and don´t touch that tape, and I´ll give you a reward once we arrive. Understand?" Not waiting for an answer, she pulls away, slams the trunk shut and drives off...