anonymous
11-01-2007, 03:28 PM
Anna Kournikova & Martina vs Williams sisters by bbb4
The three girls reenter the cage simultaneously, taking the full advantage of the rest period between the two matches. Although Capriati and Lobo both volunteered to take the injured Serena's place in the deciding tag team match, the rules stipulate that the Venus must go one against two, if she hopes to win. Both Martina and Venus are completely nude, save their boots. While Venus looks invigorated from her crushing victory, Martina still looks a little peeked, winded and tired, her shoulders slouching and her cheeks still a bit rosy from her extended stay in Venus' chest scissors. Kournikova still wears her tiny white bikini bottoms with a small, white, pleated tennis skirt over them. Her smallish breasts are still blotched with scratches and patches of red from the severe mauling that Serena dealt her in the first match, but overall she appears in good shape. Venus begins her tirade before the match even begins, clearly trying to intimidate the much smaller Russian. Pointing at Anna and then Martina, she yells, "You first, bimbo, I'm already done with Swiss Cheese! I'm gonna hurt you bad for what you did to my sister! Come on, ring the bell!" The bell at ring side gives a loud clang, and Anna climbs between the ropes, ready to face the seething black amazon.
Anna saunters around Venus, who is standing still in the center of the ring, only turning to keep facing the little blonde, as if to say "Come get some of this". After a few turns around the mighty American, Anna decides to lock up. Venus goes to the tie up only momentarily, first taking a handful of blonde hair then lifting her arm and sending it crashing between Anna's shoulder blades. Kournikova gives a girlish grunt and falls to her knees, gasping in pain, but Venus wastes little time delivering a knee lift that sends Anna to her butt, shaking her head and counting her teeth. Another knee to the chest drops her like a rock, and double karate chops to the sides of her neck almost decapitate Anna. Taking in a a small measure of revenge, it is Venus this time that saunters around behind the Russian teenager. Grabbing both Anna's wrists, she wrenches them backward, smiling as Anna cries out in pain. Williams leans forward applying more pressure to Anna's arms and forcing her to lean forward. Kneeling behind the blonde, Venus digs her knee into the center of Anna's back, eliciting another series of agonized cries. Venus then crosses Anna's arms in front of her, and again hauls back, yanking her opponents arms in different directions. Williams purposely scoots Anna around so that she is facing Martina, giving her a full view of the tortured looks on Anna's face each time Venus tries to rip her arms off. As Venus continues to dig her knee between Anna's shoulders, beads of sweat begin to dribble down Anna's rosy face and onto her bare dancing breasts.
Venus releases the arm lock, seeming satisfied with the destruction she has rained down on the Russian so far. Venus keeps her position behind Anna, lifting her arms to apply double claw holds to the Russian girl's ribs. Venus displays her awesome upper body strength, flexing her huge arms and shoulders in an effort to collapse the blonde's ribcage. The crowd is thrown into stunned silence as Williams back and delts ripple with power. Straining, Anna's face contorts in pain as the pressure on her ribs is so great that she is unable to scream or even lift her arms. She instead snaps her head back, catching the black amazon in the nose with the back of her head. Venus is thrown off balance and release the rib claws. Anna slumps forward, clutching her sides, moaning in undisguised pain. Stunned only for a moment, Venus lifts Anna's arms again and slaps the double claws on the bunched muscles in Anna's armpits. Digging in, Venus delights as Anna closes her eyes in agony, rearing her head back in an incredible bellowing scream. Martina watches from outside, agonizing as Williams tears into Anna's sides again, but not exactly eager to jump into the ring. Venus twists the muscles, kneading her nails into the hard flesh. Anna snaps her head back again, but this time Venus is far enough away that the headbutt misses. After a few moments, Anna's contorted face begins to relax and she begins to slump forward, losing her will to continue. The muscles in Venus' grip begin to soften, but Venus isn't done with the blonde that injured her sister.
Williams again releases the grip on Anna's armpits, sliding her hands forward, under her opponent's arms and cradles Anna's small breasts. Unable to even fight back through the fog of near unconsciousness, Anna begins to come back around, moaning lightly and shaking her head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs. Venus continues massaging and tickling Anna's breasts, running her finger tips over the aerola, causing the small nipples that crown each mound to swell, fully erect. The small eraser tip points are fully risen when Anna realizes what is going on, and weakly slaps and grabs at Venus' forearms trying to drive her hands away from her tender teats. As soon as Venus is sure that Anna is fully cognizant, Williams tears into the tits, squeezing the sweaty, slippery flesh in her hands, wringing them out. Anna again lets out a bellowing scream, a huge, terrifying noise from such a small girl. The titty maul that Serena started commences again as Venus tortures each tit mercilessly. Each squeeze of the mammary is followed on by a nipple wringing twisting motion that threatens to cause Anna to pass out. She lifts both hands, trying to pull Venus' hands away, but gives up trying to break the nip grip, begging Martina to enter the ring. Anna tearfully motions Hingis into the ring, her eyes watering in pain as she tries in vain to separate Venus' grip from her small breasts.
Venus had been waiting for this to occur and simply releases Anna, rises to her feet, and faces Martina. Hingis is clearly intimidated by the glistening amazon with the wild eyed glare. Venus steps over the debilitated Anna, who merely rolls onto her stomach, cradling her breasts in agony.
The two remaining girls lock up, Venus muttering, "Gonna hurt you again." Williams powers Hingis back into the corner from whence she came, pummeling her with fists to the head, breasts and gut. Hingis does her best to answer back, swinging some mighty blows of her own, but they seem to bounce off the muscle clad armor protecting Venus. Each of Venus' blow sends Hingis's head snapping back and her body staggering back a few steps. The short powerful jabs to the face and breasts turn to long devastating hooks and uppercuts to the side of the head and belly. Hingis is relegated to total defense, covering her face and hunching over in the corner, reeling from each slamming blow as it crashes into her head or body. Venus doesn't seem to be losing any power in her blows as the continue to plow into Martina's protective cover.
Her power, though, immediately drops off upon taking an upper cut to the crotch from behind by the devious Russian. Venus had been so intent on beating Hingis to a pulp that she had forgotten about Anna, and had failed to heed the screams from her team mates outside the cage. Venus doubles over in pain, clutching her naked womanhood. Hingis leans back into the padded corner putting both arms over the top ropes, taking a rest and gathering herself. Venus starts to rise to her full height again, but not before Hingis punts her in the groin again, dropping Venus like a bad habit. Anna, still on her hands and knees, pries Venus' hands away from her groin, opening her up for Hingis to drop a knee flush into her crotch. The World Team erupts in standing applause as Martina grinds the knee into Venus' exposed groin, eliciting a pitiful, whining cry from the American. The American's meanwhile are crying foul for the double teaming going on the ring.
With Anna again restraining the weakened American, Hingis grabs both ankles, spreads them and falls forward in another grinding knee drive aimed below Williams waist. Hingis savors the moment, driving the knee into the exposed cunt, and twisting it against the warm moist flesh of Venus' womanhood. Hingis stands up, high fiving the Russian beauty and inviting her to take a turn inflicting some damage on the downed American. Anna lovingly rubs her swollen, torn teats, and looks down at Venus' unscathed melons. She motions for Hingis to hold Williams in a full nelson, giving Anna unobstructed access to William's dangling treasure chest. Anna begins with the nipples, twisting both in her tight grip, while Hingis holds the full Nelson. Venus again shows her power though, snapping her arms downward, breaking the full nelson and tossing Hingis aside. Anna reacts quickly though, deftly jabbing her fingers into Williams eyes, ending her brief offensive.
Anna and Martina both take one of Williams long arms, and drag her to the standing position. With both arms spread, Anna and Martina take turns kicking the larger girl in the ribs, crotch and breasts. Soon Venus drops to her knees, her head lolling down near unconsciousness, but with a mighty pull of both arms, sends Martina and Anna crashing into each other. The two girls slowly untangle themselves from each other and climb to their feet. The two World Teamers again deliver several boots to the American's back and ribs, finally slumping the amazon over on her belly. Anna then steps forward, whispering to Martina, who nods her head in agreement. They roll the American over onto her back, and Martina drops her rather wide rear end over Venus' knees, and leans forward securing Venus' hands. Anna steps around to Venus' head, and kneels down, dropping her butt square on Venus face.
The World team again erupts into applause for a second time, seeing Kournikova use the ultimate in humiliating pins, the reverse facesit. Anna leans forward, mauling Venus' large breasts as she works her ass up and down Williams face, finally settling her crotch on Venus' nose. Sitting upright, Anna again rubs down her sweaty sides, wincing slightly as her hands pass her sore ribs and breasts, emphasizing her sexy curves as she lets her butt do the honors on Williams face. Anna takes her time, obviously very good at this particular maneuver, and fluffs her skirt out so that in entirely covers Williams head and shoulders. Even with Martina pinning her hands and legs down, Venus begins to twitch as asphyxia sets in. After a few more moments of pained struggling, Martina leans forward, gives Anna the high five and gets up, as Venus has stopped resisting, and is simply lying motionless.
As soon as the bell rings Anna rises slowly from her vanquished foe's face. Slowly she peels down the bikini bottoms under her skirt, and steps out of them. Bending at the waist, she slowly stuffs her soaked briefs into Venus' mouth and squats on her face again, this time using her bare muff the rub Venus' face. Seeing that the cage has been opened on both sides, Anna and Martina wisely retreat to their corner where Mary Pierce and Monica Seles greet them with bottled water, towels and congratulations. The Americans gather around Venus, fearing for her safety, allowing the World team to leave the ring to wild cheers of their followers....
The three girls reenter the cage simultaneously, taking the full advantage of the rest period between the two matches. Although Capriati and Lobo both volunteered to take the injured Serena's place in the deciding tag team match, the rules stipulate that the Venus must go one against two, if she hopes to win. Both Martina and Venus are completely nude, save their boots. While Venus looks invigorated from her crushing victory, Martina still looks a little peeked, winded and tired, her shoulders slouching and her cheeks still a bit rosy from her extended stay in Venus' chest scissors. Kournikova still wears her tiny white bikini bottoms with a small, white, pleated tennis skirt over them. Her smallish breasts are still blotched with scratches and patches of red from the severe mauling that Serena dealt her in the first match, but overall she appears in good shape. Venus begins her tirade before the match even begins, clearly trying to intimidate the much smaller Russian. Pointing at Anna and then Martina, she yells, "You first, bimbo, I'm already done with Swiss Cheese! I'm gonna hurt you bad for what you did to my sister! Come on, ring the bell!" The bell at ring side gives a loud clang, and Anna climbs between the ropes, ready to face the seething black amazon.
Anna saunters around Venus, who is standing still in the center of the ring, only turning to keep facing the little blonde, as if to say "Come get some of this". After a few turns around the mighty American, Anna decides to lock up. Venus goes to the tie up only momentarily, first taking a handful of blonde hair then lifting her arm and sending it crashing between Anna's shoulder blades. Kournikova gives a girlish grunt and falls to her knees, gasping in pain, but Venus wastes little time delivering a knee lift that sends Anna to her butt, shaking her head and counting her teeth. Another knee to the chest drops her like a rock, and double karate chops to the sides of her neck almost decapitate Anna. Taking in a a small measure of revenge, it is Venus this time that saunters around behind the Russian teenager. Grabbing both Anna's wrists, she wrenches them backward, smiling as Anna cries out in pain. Williams leans forward applying more pressure to Anna's arms and forcing her to lean forward. Kneeling behind the blonde, Venus digs her knee into the center of Anna's back, eliciting another series of agonized cries. Venus then crosses Anna's arms in front of her, and again hauls back, yanking her opponents arms in different directions. Williams purposely scoots Anna around so that she is facing Martina, giving her a full view of the tortured looks on Anna's face each time Venus tries to rip her arms off. As Venus continues to dig her knee between Anna's shoulders, beads of sweat begin to dribble down Anna's rosy face and onto her bare dancing breasts.
Venus releases the arm lock, seeming satisfied with the destruction she has rained down on the Russian so far. Venus keeps her position behind Anna, lifting her arms to apply double claw holds to the Russian girl's ribs. Venus displays her awesome upper body strength, flexing her huge arms and shoulders in an effort to collapse the blonde's ribcage. The crowd is thrown into stunned silence as Williams back and delts ripple with power. Straining, Anna's face contorts in pain as the pressure on her ribs is so great that she is unable to scream or even lift her arms. She instead snaps her head back, catching the black amazon in the nose with the back of her head. Venus is thrown off balance and release the rib claws. Anna slumps forward, clutching her sides, moaning in undisguised pain. Stunned only for a moment, Venus lifts Anna's arms again and slaps the double claws on the bunched muscles in Anna's armpits. Digging in, Venus delights as Anna closes her eyes in agony, rearing her head back in an incredible bellowing scream. Martina watches from outside, agonizing as Williams tears into Anna's sides again, but not exactly eager to jump into the ring. Venus twists the muscles, kneading her nails into the hard flesh. Anna snaps her head back again, but this time Venus is far enough away that the headbutt misses. After a few moments, Anna's contorted face begins to relax and she begins to slump forward, losing her will to continue. The muscles in Venus' grip begin to soften, but Venus isn't done with the blonde that injured her sister.
Williams again releases the grip on Anna's armpits, sliding her hands forward, under her opponent's arms and cradles Anna's small breasts. Unable to even fight back through the fog of near unconsciousness, Anna begins to come back around, moaning lightly and shaking her head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs. Venus continues massaging and tickling Anna's breasts, running her finger tips over the aerola, causing the small nipples that crown each mound to swell, fully erect. The small eraser tip points are fully risen when Anna realizes what is going on, and weakly slaps and grabs at Venus' forearms trying to drive her hands away from her tender teats. As soon as Venus is sure that Anna is fully cognizant, Williams tears into the tits, squeezing the sweaty, slippery flesh in her hands, wringing them out. Anna again lets out a bellowing scream, a huge, terrifying noise from such a small girl. The titty maul that Serena started commences again as Venus tortures each tit mercilessly. Each squeeze of the mammary is followed on by a nipple wringing twisting motion that threatens to cause Anna to pass out. She lifts both hands, trying to pull Venus' hands away, but gives up trying to break the nip grip, begging Martina to enter the ring. Anna tearfully motions Hingis into the ring, her eyes watering in pain as she tries in vain to separate Venus' grip from her small breasts.
Venus had been waiting for this to occur and simply releases Anna, rises to her feet, and faces Martina. Hingis is clearly intimidated by the glistening amazon with the wild eyed glare. Venus steps over the debilitated Anna, who merely rolls onto her stomach, cradling her breasts in agony.
The two remaining girls lock up, Venus muttering, "Gonna hurt you again." Williams powers Hingis back into the corner from whence she came, pummeling her with fists to the head, breasts and gut. Hingis does her best to answer back, swinging some mighty blows of her own, but they seem to bounce off the muscle clad armor protecting Venus. Each of Venus' blow sends Hingis's head snapping back and her body staggering back a few steps. The short powerful jabs to the face and breasts turn to long devastating hooks and uppercuts to the side of the head and belly. Hingis is relegated to total defense, covering her face and hunching over in the corner, reeling from each slamming blow as it crashes into her head or body. Venus doesn't seem to be losing any power in her blows as the continue to plow into Martina's protective cover.
Her power, though, immediately drops off upon taking an upper cut to the crotch from behind by the devious Russian. Venus had been so intent on beating Hingis to a pulp that she had forgotten about Anna, and had failed to heed the screams from her team mates outside the cage. Venus doubles over in pain, clutching her naked womanhood. Hingis leans back into the padded corner putting both arms over the top ropes, taking a rest and gathering herself. Venus starts to rise to her full height again, but not before Hingis punts her in the groin again, dropping Venus like a bad habit. Anna, still on her hands and knees, pries Venus' hands away from her groin, opening her up for Hingis to drop a knee flush into her crotch. The World Team erupts in standing applause as Martina grinds the knee into Venus' exposed groin, eliciting a pitiful, whining cry from the American. The American's meanwhile are crying foul for the double teaming going on the ring.
With Anna again restraining the weakened American, Hingis grabs both ankles, spreads them and falls forward in another grinding knee drive aimed below Williams waist. Hingis savors the moment, driving the knee into the exposed cunt, and twisting it against the warm moist flesh of Venus' womanhood. Hingis stands up, high fiving the Russian beauty and inviting her to take a turn inflicting some damage on the downed American. Anna lovingly rubs her swollen, torn teats, and looks down at Venus' unscathed melons. She motions for Hingis to hold Williams in a full nelson, giving Anna unobstructed access to William's dangling treasure chest. Anna begins with the nipples, twisting both in her tight grip, while Hingis holds the full Nelson. Venus again shows her power though, snapping her arms downward, breaking the full nelson and tossing Hingis aside. Anna reacts quickly though, deftly jabbing her fingers into Williams eyes, ending her brief offensive.
Anna and Martina both take one of Williams long arms, and drag her to the standing position. With both arms spread, Anna and Martina take turns kicking the larger girl in the ribs, crotch and breasts. Soon Venus drops to her knees, her head lolling down near unconsciousness, but with a mighty pull of both arms, sends Martina and Anna crashing into each other. The two girls slowly untangle themselves from each other and climb to their feet. The two World Teamers again deliver several boots to the American's back and ribs, finally slumping the amazon over on her belly. Anna then steps forward, whispering to Martina, who nods her head in agreement. They roll the American over onto her back, and Martina drops her rather wide rear end over Venus' knees, and leans forward securing Venus' hands. Anna steps around to Venus' head, and kneels down, dropping her butt square on Venus face.
The World team again erupts into applause for a second time, seeing Kournikova use the ultimate in humiliating pins, the reverse facesit. Anna leans forward, mauling Venus' large breasts as she works her ass up and down Williams face, finally settling her crotch on Venus' nose. Sitting upright, Anna again rubs down her sweaty sides, wincing slightly as her hands pass her sore ribs and breasts, emphasizing her sexy curves as she lets her butt do the honors on Williams face. Anna takes her time, obviously very good at this particular maneuver, and fluffs her skirt out so that in entirely covers Williams head and shoulders. Even with Martina pinning her hands and legs down, Venus begins to twitch as asphyxia sets in. After a few more moments of pained struggling, Martina leans forward, gives Anna the high five and gets up, as Venus has stopped resisting, and is simply lying motionless.
As soon as the bell rings Anna rises slowly from her vanquished foe's face. Slowly she peels down the bikini bottoms under her skirt, and steps out of them. Bending at the waist, she slowly stuffs her soaked briefs into Venus' mouth and squats on her face again, this time using her bare muff the rub Venus' face. Seeing that the cage has been opened on both sides, Anna and Martina wisely retreat to their corner where Mary Pierce and Monica Seles greet them with bottled water, towels and congratulations. The Americans gather around Venus, fearing for her safety, allowing the World team to leave the ring to wild cheers of their followers....