Chapter 2

Renee had just blurted it out before a right hand connected with her jaw. She staggered but stayed up. A second and third fist finally sent her sailing to the ground.

Parker watched as her "acquaintance" began to get pummeled. Parker's vision of Renee changed from acquaintance to friend depending on the situation. Finally, enough was enough. Renee was barely able to block Aguilera's fists with her arms. Parker stepped forward but was met with an icy glare. She backed off again holding her hands up, wanting no part of her anger.

Christina got up off of Renee but the fight was far from over. She was pissed off. Christina jerked the strawberry-blonde up by the hair, and dragged her toward the archway leading into the arena. Renee's body followed her hair barely being able to keep up.

Waitresses were serving the attendance their drinks between the matches. When Aguilera and O'Connor appeared everyone stopped what they were doing to witness the assault. They knew that an impromptu match was about to begin. The wait staff left their customers so they could focus their attention on the two women about to do battle.

Christina continued to assist Renee down to the cage with two handfuls of hair. Her silver sequin dress glittered in the light. Her legs sprouted out from the shreds of her lower skirt. She wasn't dressed for a fight. She had just come here to see what was going on, and perhaps get a little kinky later on with whomever she could find. She was at least barefoot as she kicked off her shoes just before pounding away at the bitch that insulted her music.

Renee wasn't dressed for combat either. Her dull rusty colored sweatshirt, and blue jeans were a big contrast to Christina's more elegant choice of clothing. Normally, Domers don't even wear clothing to the ring unless a newbie shows up or something impulsive happens like this.

Halfway down the ramp, Renee finally got enough sense to know what was going on. She swung away wildly in her stunned state. Her punches to Christina's stomach caused her to flinch a bit but the adrenaline that was running through her masked the pain.

The keeper of the cage opened the door to let them in but Christina wasn't quite ready to enter. Instead, she drove Renee back first into the steel structure. It had no give to it, and the solid steel bars provided Renee enough pain to yelp across the arena. She was experienced with doming, and didn't let out too much to show she was hurting. But that was more than she could handle. She was fortunate as her head whiplashed back, and came within inches of unconsciousness, and possible concussion.

Christina, however, was more willing to make sure she did that with her own two hands. She pulled Renee away from steel, and slung her around back into it. Renee was off balance, and forced to jump uncontrollably into the dome. The look of fear in her face signaled that she knew that she was in trouble. In just the split second it took for her to crash into the metal, she was able to lift her arm up, and protect her head from bouncing off the steel bars. That didn't stop her from squashing her wrist between the dome and her jawbone.

Renee danced around clutching her wrist. She held her mouth wide open in a silent scream. Christina took advantage of the opening that Renee left for her, and nailed her with several more right hands.

Everything was happening too fast for Renee to keep up with. The next thing she knew she was being thrown into the dome. The distance from the side of the dome to the ring left them with plenty of room to move about. Renee ran. She ran as fast as she could around to the opposite side of the ring. Christina followed her close behind with her multiple tails swaying high enough to see her white panties underneath.

Renee took a short cut across the ring, sliding in underneath. She tried to scamper across on all fours but she couldn't put much weight on her wrist. That slowed her down just enough for Christina to grab her by the ankle before she could leave the ring. Renee reached out for the exit of the cage that was a good ten to fifteen feet away. The attendant was just shutting the door. Her window of opportunity was closing quickly. She didn't want to be in there. She wanted to escape to freedom.

Christina pulled Renee back in by her ankle. Renee grabbed the bottom rope of the ring before Christina could drag her any further.

Renee watched in horror as the door locked, and the bell rang starting the unscheduled match.

"NO!"

Christina jerked Renee one more time. With only one good hand, she didn't have enough strength to hold on. The force lifted her up a few inches but was good enough for her to land her chin onto the canvas. Christina released the hold on her ankle, allowing Renee to sit up on her knees, and hold her chin. She grimaced in pain, and did a quick tally with her tongue to make sure all her teeth were in place. Fortunately, they were.

Unfortunately, she had forgotten for that brief moment that Aguilera was behind her. Christina ran her way, and slid into her back. Her feet hit with a thud against the fabric of her sweatshirt. The whiplash effect pulled even more at Renee's spine. She fell forward onto her stomach. She tried to reach the point where the pain was the worst on her back but her arms were too short.

Christina rolled Renee over onto her back, and pounded away at her skull. Renee tried to block the punches with her arms but every blow to her tender wrist left an opening to her temple.

Finally, she couldn't take anymore of the pain, and dropped her arms to her sides. Renee tried to get on her hands and knees, and crawl away. The cover outside the ring looked so inviting. Any breather she could take would be worth it. Whether it was only a second or ten, it didn't matter. She had to take time to figure out what was going on.

Christina wasn't about to let her, though. In her frenzy, she left Renee an opening to get to a crawling position. She had been more concerned about inflicting pain; she had forgotten any strategy that was involved in doming.

Renee had nearly made the escape but a dive by Christina, and she had her by the jeans. Renee tried to kick herself free but Aguilera managed to pull her up. Renee found herself locked around her tiny waist, and being thrown backwards. Christina arched her back but wouldn't let go until Renee's back slammed down onto the mat.

Renee let out a shriek, and instinctively clutched her neck. The pain shot up her spine. She was no longer worried about escape. All she could feel right now was the intense pain.

Christina could see her gasping for air underneath her arms, as her face was glued to the canvas. She rolled her over, and was now in the process of ripping her jeans off. The singer was so into her actions, she had momentarily forgotten that jeans were buttoned and zipped on, not to mention that Renee was wearing a belt, also. She went after the belt giving her a swift punch to the gut in the process. Renee covered her stomach from the blow nearly preventing Christina from being able to unbuckle the belt. She pushed her hands up a bit, and proceeded to get it undone. Christina unfastened the jeans, and tugged hard enough to lift Renee's butt off the mat. She had her jeans down to the knees, and decided to waste no time with the panties. She ripped off the cotton white underwear, and tore them off with the jeans in one motion.

Christina felt something heavy in the clothing. She realized that the force in which she yanked had actually pulled off one of Renee's shoes. The shoe caused a thud as she tossed the garments to the side.

She took a moment to admire Renee's cleanly trimmed pussy hair. It was much darker than the hair on her head, and had a slight tint of red to it. Her clit peeked out from under the hair, inviting her to go in, and eat her out.

Renee rolled her hips in pain, tossing them slowly from one side to the other. Her only clothing below her waist was her white socks and a lone Adidas. Christina went back to work, removing the sock off Renee's shoeless foot. It was sweaty, and stunk. She figured that she had been on her feet all day, which was uncommon for Domers. She removed the other shoe and sock. It too was nice and sweaty. Christina thanked Renee for the odor by planting a foot into her abs.

Renee rolled over to her side trying to catch the breath that had been forced out of her.

The onslaught continued as Christina helped Renee up, and backed her into a corner. She wasn't about to ease up. This was punishment for what she did to Mandy, and what she said about her. She slung the stockier actress across the ring. At the last moment, Renee realized where she was headed, and turned herself around taking the full impact to her back. Even though the turnbuckles were heavily padded, they still had no give to them. There was nothing more than a piece of steel that held the ropes up, and tightened them so they would keep the Domers from falling out of the ring. It hurt like hell to be thrown into the corner like that but it was at least better than going breast first.

Renee held on to the ropes, grimacing in pain. She could hear Aguilera's footsteps charging toward her. Christina left her feet as she charged in. Renee's was fortunate enough to have enough strength and awareness to move out the way before their bodies collided.

Christina didn't see it coming, however. She tried to adjust herself in mid-flight but it was too late. She still was lucky, though. She barely missed smashing her right breast against the turnbuckle. Instead she landed against the ribs. That was bad enough.

She bounced off with the impact, clutching herself. She turned around, and was met with a solid kick to the right side of her face. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the place. Most of the onlookers grunted out, feeling her pain. Christina was laid out. For a brief period, she had no clue of the concepts who, what, when, where, and how. There was nothing but blackness.

Had Renee had enough of her senses about her, she too would have been impressed, not only from the sound but the extension she got with her legs. Instead, she wasn't much better off than Christina was. She went down to one knee grabbing hold of the ropes to prevent her from collapsing herself. She managed to pull herself up with the aid of the ropes, and stagger towards her opponent. Renee grabbed her by the leg, and dragged her away from the ropes.

Christina was about to come to. She started moving again, placing her hand to her forehead where the pain was the worst. Renee sat the younger girl up, and locked her arm around Christina's chin.

Renee had to slow things down. Everything was going too fast for her. She wasn't prepared for her opponent. Normally Domers are told whom they would be fighting except on special occasions like the Mandy Moore incident. That was always a fun ploy to pull on the rookies from the experienced Domers.

Renee sensed that her mind was wondering. It was a sign of fatigue - a bad sign. Renee needed time to recoup from the massacre Aguilera had brought to her. She tightened her grip around her chin.

The hold wasn't too painful but that wasn't the purpose of it. It was done to cut the flow of blood from reaching the brain. It was particular helpful for Renee as it slowed down the pace, allowing for her to think a moment. She squeezed again, and lifted her arm up to prevent it from choking her opponent out.

There weren't any holds that were illegal in Doming. There was a code of conduct, however, that all Domers had to abide by. Even the dirtiest of players had to abide by the code. They could use whatever tactics you wanted but they couldn't just go out, and choke their opponents to the point of near death. The people who witnessed Doming shunned it. These were people that could control your career. Those who disobeyed the code ended up with career-ending decisions being made for them. Actors and actresses would end up doing low-budget films. Singers would be pushed aside for new talent to come in. God forbid, anyone would end up on the Hollywood Squares.

Renee felt herself wondering again. She shook her head trying to get the blood flowing better. She was tired and hurting. She was also getting a little bit horny. She was sweating but she had an air conditioner below her waist. She could feel the air flowing down her butt crack, and tingling against her vagina. She was also holding onto a very beautiful girl. Even though she knew she was ready to kick her ass, and succeeding at that, she couldn't help her animalistic instincts to shove something up her pussy, and erupt her into orgasm.

In a way she wanted it. In another way, she wanted to win. After she won, she could have Christina do whatever she wanted her to until midnight. Those were the dome rules.

Christina's head was caught in a vice between Renee's bicep and forearm, grinding against her head. It was starting to hurt as Renee's arm was rubbing against her ear. She had to escape.

It had just occurred to Renee that she had no idea how to handle this situation. Normally, she was the aggressive one. Normally, she was the one using her speed to her advantage. Christina had taken that away from her. This just wasn't fair. Renee continued to look around, expecting something, anything to pop into her head. She looked out into the crowd. Maybe something there could spark her brain. All she could see, though, was darkness beyond the cage. Renee listened for someone to shout out a word of advice to her. Nothing. She realized she couldn't afford to be in a match of skills. This was now a match of survival.

Renee felt her grip slipping. She looked down, and saw that Christina had repositioned herself so that she could tuck her chin against the crease of her arm. She was getting air!

Renee had a look on her face that was a cross between surprise and frustration. Christina was already starting to fight back. She had made it up to her knee. Renee tried tightening the grip. It wouldn't work. She was already starting to get a second wind. Renee shook her head begging for her to go back down.

Christina was now back on her feet. She was still caught in the hold but Renee was losing her grip quickly. She was also leaving herself wide open. Christina planted an elbow into Renee's midsection. The hold loosened but didn't break. A second blow finally forced Renee to release her from her grasp.

Christina ran into the ropes while Renee suffered from the elbows. She caught her with an elbow against her chest. Renee stumbled back but her muscles absorbed most of the blow, and her low center of gravity kept her from going down. Christina tried again. This time she knocked her off-balance. Renee was flailing her arms wildly but she still managed to stay up. Christina bounced off the ropes a third time. Instead of going with the shoulder again, she hit Renee with a clothesline that connect right above the neck, and onto the chin.

Not only did Renee go down but the momentum folder her legs up and over her shoulders. Her pussy was now exposed to everyone on one side of the dome. With her legs spread apart, it offered an excellent angle for the cameras mounted on the steels bars to zoom in, and show everyone on the big screen what she looked like up close and personal.

It also invited Christina to come over, and go for the kill. Christina knelt down, and cradled Renee's legs. Had this been a normal wrestling match, she could have easily pinned her. This was better than any other wrestling match. Christina rubbed her fingers against Renee's soft skin. She went from the back of her knees, up her hamstrings, and rubbed circles across her tight ass. Christina drew a line with a single finger down her crack, across her butt hole, and down to her pussy. She spread Renee's pussy lips apart, and stuck her tongue in her. Christina was starting to enjoy Renee's little insult. Had she not have done it; she wouldn't have been able to enjoy the taste that Renee's pussy provided. She also wouldn't have had the pleasure of humiliating her in front of everybody.

Renee moaned at what Christina was doing. She was good at it. She wanted her to do it some more but her Doming senses overpowered her pleasure senses. Renee used her might to kick herself free from Christina's clutches.

Christina realized that she had underestimated her opponent. She felt how strong she was. Her arms and legs were powerful. She should have known that she wasn't quite ready to give. All the better. More humiliation was yet to come.

She stomped at Renee's back as she lay on her stomach fighting the pain. Renee just lay there taking the punishment. Christina used this time to grab hold of Renee's sweatshirt, and rip it over her head. All that clothed her now was her bra. Christina straddled her back, and was fixing to take care of that. She unfastened the latches, and removed her bras straps off her shoulders. She reached underneath, and took hold of Renee's loose tits, caressing them in her hands.

Once again, she admired Renee's well-kept body. Her breasts were maybe a B-cup, as they easily fit into her hands. Christina got up. Her legs were strong and tanned. The ass was nice and round, glistening with sweat. Her back showed no signs of fat, just a canvas of skin and muscle ready to be painted. Christina reached down to the base of Renee's neck, and left her art down the back.

Renee sat up screaming. Her back had eight red stripes where Christina raked her nails down her spine.

Christina pulled Renee's nude body back up, and tossed her back across the ring into the corner. She followed up quickly by planting an elbow to the side of Renee's face. Renee slumped in the corner. She was basically just sitting against the middle turnbuckle. Her mouth was wide open trying to suck any oxygen she could get. She was looking down at nothing.

Christina couldn't help but to get a good look at her abs. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her. She wasn't skinny by any means. This woman worked out. It amazed Christina how easily she was beating her.

She moved in stomping away, targeting the abdominal muscles. With every kick, Renee slumped lower, and lower until her ass was planted to the canvas. Christina stuck her bare foot into Renee's throat, using the ropes for extra leverage. Renee tried to break the hold but couldn't muster the strength to do it. She tried to push away her foot. That didn't work. She tried kicking her legs. All that did was bounce her muscles around. She was just too weak to do anything about it.

Christina let go after just a couple of seconds but it felt like forever to Renee. She spat out a glob of saliva that her throat refused to swallow.

Renee fell over to the side, and onto her back. Her head was positioned under the bottom rope. She was now so close to being able to just roll out of the ring like she wanted to before but she was too weak to even ponder the thought now. Christina twisted Renee around, and grabbed hold of her ankles. She fell backwards, catapulting Renee up, and her throat into the bottom rope. Renee's throat felt like it was crushed. She rolled around trying disparately to breathe. After a coughing fit, she was able to take in some air.

By that time, Christina had pulled her back near the middle of the ring. She stood over her taunting her as Renee continued to cough. She slapped her foe across the face on each cheek. Renee's coughing fit was over. Renee was fully aware of the pain. She was also fully aware that it prevented her from moving. She looked around for her opponent, and saw her ascending the turnbuckle. She knew that she was in trouble. She tried to move but her body just wouldn't respond. Her legs moved only like leaves in the breeze attached to a large oak tree that wouldn't budge.

Christina was fully enjoying this. She could tell that Renee was watching her. She was unsure how badly hurt she was. Was she about to get up, and knock her off? Or was she waiting? Playing possum until the last minute and moving away? Or was she just watching her with fear. Christina perched herself on the top turnbuckle. She balanced herself by extending her arms. Once she got into position, she raised her arms, and peered down at her fallen enemy with an icy blue glare. She muttered under her breath.

"Fear!"

Christina lept off the turnbuckle, and turned into a silvery bird. Her glittering tassels that made up the skirt of her dress floated behind her like feathers. Renee watched in horror as her opponent flew in to kill the prey. Christina fell up a bit short of hitting belly to belly but the impact was just as great as her chest and right elbow connected to Renee's stomach, and ribs. The impact bounced both of them off the mat. Christina actually ended up landing off of Renee, onto the side.

She looked into Renee's eyes, and smiled. She was still barely conscious but her eyes told her she was done for. Christina tried scampering to her feet but realized she had hurt herself. She grabbed hold of her ribs, and headed towards the box that lay in the corner. She opened it, and pulled out the large rubber dildo.

Christina looked back at Renee who was praying for the pain to God for the pain to end. Her lips were moving as if saying "Oh, God" but nothing was coming out. Christina took her time, and circled her prey like a vulture. Renee watched wondering what was about to happen. Christina showed her the dildo, and waved to her with it before sliding it as far as Renee's pussy would take it. Renee screamed out in pain. She gasped trying to maintain her composure.

Christina placed Renee's arms up above her head. She lay across her breast, and placed her left hand onto Renee's right arm, and her right hand against her cheek. She cradled Renee's other arm between her legs so she wouldn't go anywhere. She licked Renee's nipple, and laid her head against the breast as the ten count started.

Renee lay there unable to move. The dildo up her pussy didn't hurt. It was just very uncomfortable, like a giant tampon stuck up her. Christina had her arms pinned down to the mat. It was nothing more than a formality. She wasn't going anywhere. She knew she was beaten.

She tried to comprehend what had gone wrong. This was supposed to a fun day. First, she watched as Mandy Moore fell to Cynthia Rothrock thanks to her brilliant plan to punish the singer for making such horrid songs. That went to plan perfectly, except she had gotten the wrong girl in the ring. The person she wanted was now lying on top of her winning the match.

Renee had been beaten before. She's had her off days, her endurance trials that she's failed. Nothing compared to this. This was nothing short of an embarrassment for her. Here she was, completely naked losing the first fall, and possibly soon submitting to an orgasm. What was worse was that Christina was still completely clothed. She hadn't even been able to rip anything off of her. Granted, Christina was barefoot but she did that herself, backstage before the attack. She had no offense to speak of. Any that she had was a direct result of Christina's own mistakes.

Renee closed her eyes, and took the defeat as best she could. Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes taking the direct route across her face to the canvas. She felt Christina's face rub against her breast. Perhaps she would take it easy on her after the match, and not embarrass her any further by beating her love slave in front of everybody else. She would obey any directions she gave her without resistance.

Christina was a pretty girl in Renee's eyes. She had seen her wrestle before while she took a trip to the dome. It was one of those days she was supposed to have off but decided to go visit, and see whom she could get for a night of sex. Renee watched Christina on the closed circuit monitor in her room. She masturbated on the sofa as she watched the two naked girls on the monitor fight it out to see who was the superior athlete. This was the girl she wanted. After the match, she had thought about seeking her out, and having a sexual encounter with her. If she won, she and her could have fun with her opponent. If she lost, Renee would have been glad to offer her services to the winner.

The PleasureDome was a fast paced environment, however. One moment you could want to have sex with somebody, and the next, you'd forget all about them. That's what happened to her that night.

While she watched the match, Christina was brought to the point of ecstasy, and lost her fall. Renee groaned with her as she felt her pleasure. Renee imagined being the one that was touching her body. She imagined running her hands up her smooth legs, around her hips, and licking her clit. She would then start kissing up her belly, and between her breasts where she would stop, and feel the curves of her body. As the dildo went up Christina's pussy, her mind visioned that was her fingers, and she was the one nibbling on her nipples. Renee arched her back as she watched her suffer the pin, and the loss.

Renee had noticed a shadow appear over her. She had forgotten that she had left the door open to her room. In the Dome, that was considered an invitation to come in, especially if there was moaning coming from that room. She did it intentionally. That's why she was here. Normally, she closes the door when she masturbates but she had just forgotten about it. The door was standing wide open. There was no telling who had seen her.

Renee stared at the invader like a frightened deer caught in the headlights of a car. She removed her hand from her crotch. Her pants were folded down just below her knees. She started to reach for them but it was too late. She was caught.

Kirsten Dunst had heard her as she walked by, and heard moaning. She didn't know who was in there. The door was just open, so she thought she would go investigate. She had been standing in the doorway watching Renee as she played with herself.

Kirsten had seen this woman before on her television show but couldn't remember Renee's name. She was excited to her, though. Kirsten, like most other thespians, didn't have much time for television, themselves. However, Xena had been one of her favorites since she discovered the show. She recorded the episodes each week when she could to watch them later. Her favorite place to watch the show was in her bedroom. She had bought a television and VCR for her room just for that occasion. She loved to watch Xena and Gabrielle fight the forces of evil. She also loved to watch their skirts fly while in combat. There was a reason she watched it in bed. It was just her, Xena, Gabrielle, and her vibrator.

Kirsten fantasized many a night about being in the forest as Xena's other sidekick. She thought about how each night they would make camp, strip down naked, and make love to the warrior princess and the battling bard. She even cried when she saw Gabby's beautiful red locks get chopped off.

There she was. Gabrielle herself, in the flesh. She examined her exposed skin from the belly button down to the knees. Gabrielle was more beautiful in person than on television. Her hands began to sweat.

She stepped inside to approach the bard. Kirsten was scared as hell. It then occurred to her that she was scared as well. Her eyes barely moved. She saw her jaw trembling. Her face was turning red. She realized that she had embarrassed her when she was caught.

Kirsten removed her ash colored tank top revealing her bare breasts. She closed the door behind her, and took one step forward.

It seemed to ease the tension that Renee had. Renee smiled as Kirsten offered herself to her. She opened her arms telling Kirsten to come to her. Kirsten obliged, and laid herself on top of Gabrielle.

Renee didn't know whom this body had belonged to but she didn't care. This was uncharted territory that she wanted to explore in great detail. Their lips embraced. They laid there do nothing but kissing for the first few minutes. They continued to kiss while slowly removing each other's clothing.

It didn't take long before both of them were completely naked on the couch. The kissing continued. Renee wrapped her legs around her partner's. She rubbed her legs against hers feeling the soft skin against her own. Renee was quickly falling for this stranger. She loved the way she kissed. It was so warm and kind. Renee had fucked other women at the Dome but nobody put in more heart and soul into their kisses like she did.

Her breasts felt wonderful as they pressed against hers. The stranger's were much larger than her own yet they still had the right shape and feel to them. Renee didn't consider hers to be small by any means. She refused to have them enhanced. She took too much care into her body to have someone plant a foreign substance into her chest. The stranger definitely didn't need them. Renee could understand how some men were fascinated with large breasts. She too liked the way they felt as she hugged against them.

Renee wanted to get on top so she could caress them. Kirsten acknowledged Renee's silent request as they both started to turn over.

They had both forgotten that they were on a couch with very little room. Kirsten and Renee slipped as they tried switching positions. They tried to hang on but neither could. They crashed down on the floor.