Now Karen had never signed the Geneva Convention outlining the rules to a catfight, even if there was such a document. As a mater of fact, this was a situation where she would have broken the treaty in order to free herself. The choice was simple: Allow Tricia to completely restrain her where she would be subject to endless humiliation and punishment, or to take drastic action.

Yes, today the catfighting Gods were looking down on Karen, and she didn’t want to disappoint them. Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she pitched her head forward and waited for the underside of Tricia’s tender tit flesh to come within her grasp.

While Tricia struggled to make the connection of the second leather strap, trapping Karen’s other wrist in place, she felt the Playmate’s warm breath on the underside of her breast, as the brunette exhaled and prepared to strike.

CLACK! Karen’s teeth gnashed as her mouth snapped shut on impact when Tricia barely jerked her breast out of harm’s way.

Pain shot through the side of Karen’s face as Tricia fired a well placed elbow to her cheek. But the next sound that she heard was the most disheartening… As Karen fought the nauseating feeling that was washing over her; she heard the sound of the buckle fastening, trapping her in place. Karen’s face showed the severity of what had just transpired, and it didn’t go unnoticed. “What’s that matter Barbie?” Tricia smirked. “Don’t wanna be my ‘special’ house guest tonight?”

With both arms trapped in place, Karen’s only means of defense was to frantically start kicking her legs, trying to drive Tricia from on top of her. The blonde decided to keep a safe distance and allow the brunette to tire herself out. When Karen’s struggles began to subside, Tricia dove in and pinned Karen’s right leg to the table. The brunette fought bravely and used her free left leg to send the blonde flying from the table.

This only enraged Tricia. “OK Barbie, have it your way!” she said as she leaped in the air and came down with both knees on Karen’s belly, driving all the air from her lungs. As Karen gasped for air, Tricia slid down the Playmate’s body to her knee. Pressing her entire weight down on Karen’s right knee, Tricia was able to secure the ankle to the table. “Three down, one to go!”

Tricia felt Karen place her foot on her back and begin to try and push off the blonde with her one remaining weapon. The efforts had been weakened, and the Playmate was not having a lot of success moving the actress. Tricia didn’t plan and taking another trip from her perch, so she fired a backwards elbow into Karen’s groin and she immediately felt Karen’s foot fall from her back as the Playmate gasped. Tricia shifted her weight to Karen’s other leg, pinning it in place. Unable to fight Tricia off any longer, Karen cringed at what was to come as she felt Tricia strap her last leg in place.

As Tricia lifted herself off of Karen’s leg she felt the Playmate’s body trembling. This brought a wicked smile to her face. As she looked into Karen’s eyes, she saw that the brunette had begun to weep. “Awwww…. What’s the matter Barbie? Did I hurt your little kitty?” She looked at the camera man and asked, “Would you like to see me kiss it and make it better?” She took his darting forward and lowering the camera in for a close up as an affirmative.

Tricia looked the Playmate over from head to toe. Even battered and beaten, Karen had an awesome body. She gazed down at Karen’s long, strong, tanned legs and admired them. “Yup! I guess I’ll start right here.” Tricia stuck her tongue out as she lowered head down towards Karen’s leg. She felt Karen shudder as she took in the sweet salty taste of her captive’s leg. Goose bumps formed on Karen’s body as Tricia slowly and seductively traced the inside of Karen’s leg with her tongue, past her knee, and up her thigh.

“Stop! Get away from me you lezzie freak!” Karen demanded. Then she turned her gaze to the camera man and pleaded, “Don’t just stand there; DO SOMETHING!”

Tricia stopped her upward progress, looked him right in the eye and snarled, “So much as touch her and I’m going to cut your balls off and shove them down your throat! Understand?”

The meek camera man just swallowed hard, gulped and nodded that he understood and would NOT interfere. He was actually afraid of the blonde. Tricia lowered her head back down having reached the apex of Karen’s legs. She rolled her tongue out of her mouth and began giving Karen’s vaginal region a wet sloppy tongue bath. Wisp of Karen’s musk filled her nostrils and drove Tricia into a sexual frenzy. Karen continued to plead with the camera man, but the $2,500 and the security of his balls which he considered priceless prevented him from coming to her aid.

Despite her best efforts to take her mind off Tricia’s fluttering tongue, Karen’s labia quickly swelled as the nerve endings responded to Tricia’s skilled touch and became engorged with blood. Karen let out a soft barely audible gasp as Tricia hit her sweet spot.

“Why you dirty slut! You’re pretending not to be enjoying yourself and here you are ready to explode into orgasm,” Tricia observed with a lecherous leer.

“Fuck you tramp! I’ll never give into you!” Karen yelled back trying to reinforce the metal wall she was trying to build between her nerve endings and her brain. She knew that Tricia didn’t believe a word she said, but was making the statement out loud trying to convince herself to stay the course. “Oh is that so Barbie? I guess we’ll just have to find out for ourselves, know wouldn’t we?” The evil blonde stated lowering her head back into place.

“Oh GOD!” Karen cried out as Tricia buried her tongue deep inside the Playmate. She used the appendage to expertly probe her way around ‘till she found just what she was looking for. She then used her teeth to gently bite into Karen’s clit and suck into her mouth. As Tricia continued to draw it deeper into her mouth with all the suction that she could muster, she began to work her tongue around the tip in circular motions. “Oh GOD! Oh GOD! Oh GOD!”

Karen couldn’t stand it another minute. She refused to give into her rival, so she did the only thing she could under the circumstances; closed her eyes tight and imagined a friendly mouth, “OH GOD IRISH you know what your tongue does to me!” While thoughts of her lover danced through her head, Karen couldn’t hold back any longer and released a massive orgasm into Tricia’s mouth. The blonde continued to suck away, but did not swallow. She collected as much of Karen’s love juice into her mouth and then lifted her head with a broad smile. Both women were drenched with sweat at this point and their bodies glistened in the dim light.

Tricia took a perch sitting on the exhausted Playmate’s belly and lowered her head down until she was face to face with the brunette. Karen opened her eyes just in time to see the blonde inches from her face and locked her mouth shut almost reading the mind of the actress. Tricia placed the palm of her hand on Karen’s chin, pushing down, trying to get Karen to open her mouth. With her other hand, she pinched off Karen’s nose so that she would be unable to breathe. When she could hold her breath no longer, Karen was forced to open her mouth and it was immediately filled with the contents of Tricia’s mouth.

The blonde clasped the palm of her hand down over the brunette’s mouth and forced her to swallow the mixture of love juice and salvia. When Tricia moved her hand, Karen sputtered and gasped for air. A wave of embarrassment washed over her at what the blonde had just forced her to do.

“That was great!” Tricia proclaimed. “Did you get all of that?” she asked the camera man as she turned to face him. “What the fuck do you think your doing!” Tricia demanded when she saw that the camera man had put down his camera and was now fingering the Playmate. She knew immediately he hadn’t recorded a single frame of it. She reached around and grabbed him by the throat. “I warned you!” she barked as she reached down and grabbed hold of his balls and began to crush them with all her might.

You almost couldn’t blame the guy as he was forced to watch the enticing sexual show that was unfolding right before his eyes. He had needs too, and when he couldn’t hold back any longer, he let his fingers do the walking. He had his three middle fingers in Karen’s front slit and his pinky jammed in her ass as he worked his hand in and out of her and stroked himself with the other. Tricia wasn’t hearing any of his excuses as she stepped off of the Playmate, keeping a firm grip on his family jewels. He pleaded with her as she tightened her grip tighter and tighter until he dropped to his knees. Tricia gave a last squeeze before releasing him and shoving him to the dungeon floor.

“I’m going up stairs to freshen up and when I get back, you better have your shit together and be ready to start filming…or else!” Tricia threatened as she nonchalantly tossed her head to one side, nodding to a small table-top guillotine on the far side of the room. “If you can’t control that thing in your pants, I’m going to lop it off!” she proclaimed before heading to the upstairs and locking the door behind her.

Karen couldn’t get her own taste out of her mouth as she turned her head to the side and spit on the floor several times. The camera man finally made it back up to his feet after lying in a fetal position for the past several minutes. He looked around the room and saw several small bats like objects stuck in a rack along one of the walls. It resembled a weapon that a pirate might use, but he had no idea what Tricia used them for in her little pain palace. Karen could hear his foot steps as the heels of his boots clunked across the concrete floor. She watched intently as he grabbed hold of one of the bats and slid it out of the rack. She began to grow concerned when he turned and started walking towards her with it extended from his right hand. He stepped up to the Playmate and lowered it between her legs.

“What the hell are you doing?” Karen demanded as she felt the wooden dowel scrape against her ass. Was the camera man going to defy Tricia and risk his dick by raping the Playmate with the dowel? “Stop!” Karen cried, but just then she heard the door to the dungeon creek open. “Thank GOD! Wait! What the hell am I thinking? That’s Tricia on her way down here to torture me some more,” Karen thought as she heard what sounded like high heels clicking their way down the basement stairs. She gasped in horror as she saw Tricia decked out in a leather dominatrix outfit, riding crop in hand.

“Well, don’t just stand there!” Madame Tricia demanded. “Pick up your fucking camera! And don’t screw it up this time ass wipe!”

The cameraman jumped at Tricia’s barked command and scrambled to pick up his camera and avoid her wrath. Standing in the dimly lit cellar, Tricia was decked out in a crotchless leather bustier with a plunging neckline, knee-hi boots and thigh-hi fish net stockings. As she began to walk toward Karen, she slapped the riding crop on her palm; one slap for each step! When she reached Karen, she playfully snapped Karen’s breast but the Playmate just glared up defiantly at her. Pissed, Tricia’s slaps with the riding crop grew harder and harder until she was wailing away at the Playmate’s breasts and belly in a blind rage.

“Beg for mercy and I’ll take it easy on you,” Tricia demanded

“Fuck off whore!” came Karen’s response.

“Very well, have it your way.” Tricia shrugged as she resumed the onslaught until Karen cried out in pain. “That’s more like it bitch. Now beg!” Tricia insisted. But Karen still refused, so Tricia used the tip of the riding crop to trace the outline of Karen’s breast. “Where did we leave off?” she asked as she slid up onto the Playmate, straddling her waist. “I believe it’s my turn to receive…” Tricia continued, as she moved higher, crushing Karen’s breasts flat under her ass. Then she reached back with the riding crop and roughly snapped it on Karen’s womanhood causing the Playmate to gasp in pain. “Don’t make we have to use this on that pretty little slit of yours. We will never make any money with it if I have to whip the living shit out of you,” she continued, forcing the shaft of the crop up between Karen’s legs. Turning her gaze back to Karen’s face, Tricia gazed down into her eyes with a wicked smile and said, “Now it’s your turn to service me!” She slid her hips forward and prepared for the moment when her lips would come in contact with Karen’s. Looking at the camera man, Tricia growled, “Make sure you get this on tape or I’m gonna kick your ass up between your shoulder blades!”

Glancing down at Karen and then back to Tricia, he returned her smile and said, “Don’t worry Miss Helfer, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

In an instant, Tricia’s head exploded in pain. While she had left the room the camera man had taken the opportunity to slide the wooden bat not into Karen’s ass, but rather under it where it would be out of site. Just as Tricia made her way back down the stairs, he had loosened one of Karen’s wrist straps, but left it in place so nothing would seem out of the ordinary. He was surprised at the restraint, (Pardon the pun!), that Karen had shown when Tricia began attacking her breast. The Playmate just bit into her lower lip and waited for the perfect moment to slide her wrist out of the strap and retrieve the bat from its hiding spot.

Tricia’s eyes flickered in shock when Karen blasted another blow of the bat against the blonde’s temple. This time when contact was made Tricia’s body pitched to the side and collapsed face first to the concrete floor. She must have been out cold, because she made no attempts to get her arms up to break her fall. The sudden stop however jolted her back to reality. As Tricia struggled to make it up to all fours and figure out what the hell just happened, Karen freed her second wrist and immediately went to work freeing each of her ankles from the restraints. She had just about got her second ankle free when Tricia used the table to pull herself up.

“You’re dead McDougal!” Tricia cried.

Karen had other plans and looked at a trapeze like contraption hanging from the ceiling directly over the table. The Playmate leapt up and grabbed hold of the swing and pendulum right at Tricia. At the last second, Karen extended her legs and flattened the blonde’s tits against her chest, and sent her flying across the room. Karen loosened the rope that tied the trapeze to the ceiling and leapt off of the table to meet the angry blonde. Karen was able to use Tricia’s hair to pull her into a side head lock and drove several fists into the top of her head.

Still holding a handful of hair, Karen pulled Tricia’s head between her thighs, grabbed the blonde around the waist, and lifted her feet off of the floor. Standing in the center of the room, Karen dropped to her knees sending the top of Tricia’s head into the unforgiving pavement. When Karen released her hold, Tricia just pitched over to the side. Grabbing hold of the trapeze, Karen secured Tricia by the ankles and then secured her arms behind her back. Karen grabbed hold of the rope and tried to haul Tricia’s body to the ceiling, but the brunette was spent at this point.

“Well, don’t stand there dammit; gimme a hand!” Karen called to the camera man.

“Gladly!” He said as he placed his camera down on top of the table.

Grabbing hold of the rope, the camera man assisted the protesting blonde’s ankles to the full height of the ceiling. With her foe dangling inverted from the ceiling, Karen looked around the room for that special something for Tricia to remember her by. She found what she was looking for when she found a wave radio that had been playing eerie music the entire time they had been in the basement. Karen pulled the electrical cord out of the outlet, and then out of the back of the radio. The brunette walked over to the suspended blonde and kicked her on one side so that she would spin in place. Using her foot to stop Tricia’s motion when she was facing her, Karen lashed out with the thin cord right across the blonde’s breast.

“AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Tricia cried as the wire dug deeply into her flesh.

The camera man had once again resumed his primary role of recorder of history and kept the camera rolling. He had wished he had some cotton or something to stuff in his ears, but when he thought of how Tricia had treated him earlier, he knew he would have no trouble looking in the mirror in the morning when it was time to shave.

Not until Tricia’s body was a bloody, battered mess did Karen stop whipping. She tied the electrical cord around the actress’ waist, leaving enough cord to run the wire up between her ass cheeks and her slit to form what would turn out to be a ‘GE thong.’

Karen grabbed all of her belongings and as she headed toward the front door, she paused and told the camera man over her shoulder, “Hey Joe, do me a favor and lock up after you’re done!?”

He had a big smile on his face, “No problem Miss McDougal! I’ll take care of EVERYthing.”

He didn’t leave until after he’d played around a little while with ‘Ol’ Sparky’, Tricia’s version of a stun gun for tits...

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