A tennis tournament was being held in Switzerland and Martina Hingis, a guest of the organizers decided that it was a perfect opportunity to get a few things which she wanted. She had heard rumors that some girls in the locker room, particularly Ana Ivanovic and Maria Sharapova had been very arrogant lately towards the other women and treated most of them like dirt. Perhaps due to their size, as far as Hingis knew, they had never been challenged for their behavior. Hingis wanted several things to happen, firstly, those two arrogant players to be taught a lesson, secondly, some nice new clothes and jewelry and thirdly to prove that she was in fact tougher than any of the women in the WTA.

She arranged for two of her bodyguards to stand outside the women's locker room, letting no-one in or out after she entered. Also, she arranged for the media to gather outside the room.

There were 7 other women in the locker room, Ana Ivanovic, Maria Sharapova, Daniela Hantuchova, Elena Dementieva, Tatiana Golovin, Gisela Dulko and Dominika Cibulkova. All of them were busy doing something or other and when Sharapova went to have a shower, Hingis saw her chance to cause trouble. She went over to Maria’s bag and took out a pair of pink panties and an expensive gold watch. Hearing Maria’s voice returning towards the room, Hingis panicked and put both the watch and panties down her own pants to hide them.

A few minutes later Sharapova noticed that her things were missing and she began speaking in a slow, menacing voice,

"Hey, where are my things? Have one of you taken my stuff?"

Everyone in the room denied it. Sharapova then screamed the question again. Again, no-one confessed.

Sharapova walked over to Gisela Dulko and said

"You were nearest my stuff, you must have seen!"

Dulko denied it but as she did, Sharapova reached out to take her bag and look through it. However, Dulko pushed her away saying that she had no right to go through her stuff.

Sharapova began threatening everyone warning each woman what she would do to them if she found that they had her things, it was then that Hingis spoke up. She spoke soothingly as though helping Sharapova

"Maria, I have an idea. Clearly not everyone is willing to let you look through their bags etc, so how about we make them not be their things anymore? How about this, We fight one another, one on one, for possessions. If you win a fight then you keep your possessions and take all of the girl you beats possessions, this continuous until someone in here has everyone's things and everyone else has nothing. No clothes, no nothing."

This made Sharapova very nervous. She wanted her stuff, but it wasn't worth it just in case things went wrong. However, to say that she wouldn't do it now would mean that she'd no longer be able to treat the other women in the locker room like dirt. They wouldn't fear her, they'd mock her. So, she agreed to it.

"Great idea! All of you bitches will be mine!"

Although some of the women, Sharapova, Ivanovic, Cibulkova, Hantuchova and of course Hingis seemed fine with the idea, the others were not. In fact, Tatiana Golovin was absolutely terrified. She ran to the door and pushed against it but it wouldn't budge (due to the body weight of Hinge’ bodyguards). Turning round she said,

"Please, I can't get out."

Hingis smiled and said

"Well, that's just perfect."

Turning round while shaking in fear, Golovin pushed and pushed at the door but it wouldn't open. Turning back towards the other women she said,

"This is just silly. I mean... like, how could we even decide who fought who?" Some women laughed at this and at Golovin's fear.

Hingis replied, "That should be easy... let's see, Sharapova v Dementieva, Ivanovic v Cibulkova, Hantuchova v Dulko and I guess that leaves me versus you."

With that Hingis advanced towards Golovin and reached up to the taller French woman's hair. She grabbed it and dragged the screaming, pleading Golovin into the middle of the room. Hingis threw Golovin to the floor and sat on her stomach. Tatiana's struggles were nothing short of pathetic as Hingis easily held her in place. Hingis took off Golovin's clothes leaving her in just a bra and pants. Slapping Golovn, she climbed off her and went to her own bag. Inside she had a pair of scissors. She lifted out the scissors and then went to Golovin's bag. She took a T-shirt from it and returned to Golovin. Despite having had little done to her Golovin's resistance was token, she was easily held down as Hingis tied her hands with Golovn's own t-shirt which she cut up with the scissors.

Hingis then took off Golovin's bra and began to rub the French woman's breasts. Golovin squirmed around a lot but could not break the ropes. Then, Hingis sat on Golovin's chest and whispered to her while showing her Maria’s watch

"Guess who stole Maria's things."

With that she reached down, snapped Golovin's red pants off her and stuffed them in Golovin's mouth. She continuously slapped Golovin until she was unconscious before spitting in her face.

She took off Golovin's boots, to take for herself and turned round to the other women, some of whom were impressed and others stunned and said,

"See how it works? Now I have all of Tatiana's things. Her bag, what she was wearing before and for that matter her body lying at my feet. Now, the next match."

She smiled round the room excited at the prospect of having all 7 of the young women around her humiliated.
* * *
The unconscious Golovin was still spread out in the middle of the room with her pants hanging out of her mouth. Hingis, enjoying the scenario which she had created was grinning from ear to ear and waiting for the next fight to break out. She was going to enjoy this tournament.

Hingis announced that the next match should be Gisela Dulko vs. Daniela Hantuchova, starting in five minutes. Dulko looked uneasy about the match, she was shorter than Hantuchova and didn't have the same confidence. As Hantuchova prepared herself in one corner of the room, Dulko sat with her head in her hands in the other. Then however, Hantuchova's Slovak compatriot, Dominika Cibulkova approached Dulko. The small woman sat beside Dulko and began to talk to her.

"I'll give you some advice, if you promise to help me against that giant Ivanovic." Dulko nodded her agreement.

"OK then. Well, Daniela's taller than you by far. Also, she has unreal leg strength, if she raps them around you, you're done for. However, she's not all that strong. Attack her arms, they're skinny and don't have the power needed for a fight. Your boobs are bigger, you can use them against her. Most importantly though, she thinks this will be easy, she underrates you because you aren't as tall, you take the confidence from her and she'll panic worse than Golovin did. You keep your head and you'll have her screaming like the pathetic little baby she is."

Dulko listened carefully but still felt intimidated by the taller woman, she'd never fought before and Hantuchova looked so sure of herself. Deciding that she should try her best to put doubt into Hantuchova's head, she kicked off her trainers and replaced them with some black high heels, that way she'd be closer in size to her. As soon as she did this Hantuchova laughed loudly,

"You stupid Argentinian slut! In heels that big there's no way you can move around properly, you're in big trouble, aren't you?

Dulko's plan had seemingly backfired and she was getting very frightened at the prospect of the pain and humiliation which she may have to suffer. She considered running for the door, but knowing that it would be useless and knowing that Cibulkova's advice was to stay calm and make Hantuchova panic, she calmed herself down and, attempting to sound fearsome, she replied,

"Actually, I can move around in them just fine. They serve a good purpose. I've heard that one of these going down hard between your legs can hurt."

Hantuchova blinked hard and swallowed. Dulko should be scared of her, she was shorter, presumably weaker and a few moments ago had seemed like she wanted to get out of the fight. Now she was talking trash to her as though she stood a chance? It had to be an act. Hantuchova would attack immediately, easily put her down, humiliate her and get in that bag which Dulko was so protective of. It shouldn't take longer than a minute or so.

As she moved towards Dulko it became clear that neither woman was very confidant about what to do next. Hantuchova however got a hold of Dulko's hair and pulled her towards her before slapping her to the floor. Pleased with herself, she repeatedly kicked the Argentinean who's moans suggested that she already could take little more. Hantuchova sat Dulko up and just as Dulko was thinking that she'd have a chance to get her breath back, Hantuchova wrapped her legs around Dulko's chest and stomach and began to squeeze. Hantuchova lay down and continued squeezing Dulko with her extremely long legs. Dulko struggled and struggled, but couldn't escape the powerful legs, then, eventually, Dulko stopped moving. Assuming that Dulko was out for the count Hantuchova went over to Dulko's bag and brought it back over to her.

Holding Dulko down with her left hand, she reached into the bag and began looking through it,

"What can we tie you up with? Oh my god..."

Hantuchova reached into the bag and took out a pair of pink handcuffs and 2 pink vibrators.

"What the hell? You sick bitch! Why do you bring these into the locker room? What do you do in the showers?? Dirty little cow. I think these handcuffs will do fine and then the little sex toys might work nicely too."

Grinning evilly down before taking Dulko's hands, Hantuchova prepared to handcuff her, however, before she could, Dulko managed to get her left hand free. From there she used it to firstly slap Hantuchova and then to free her right arm out of Hantuchova's grip. Dulko then, remembering the advice of Cibulkova, put her hands onto the biceps of Hantuchova and began to push and squeeze her arms.

Hantuchova couldn't believe that Dulko was resisting and the shock of it along with the fact that her arms were not as strong as she thought soon allowed Dulko to push her back against a locker. Hantuchova struggled desperately, but now she was scared and her attempts were not causing Dulko any discomfort. Dulko easily held her against the locker. Then, Dulko letting go of Hantchova's left arm, ripped off Hantuchova's shirt. A better fighter may have been able to do something with the free left hand, but Daniela was scared in a way she'd never been before. She slapped Dulko, but it was weak and had no effect. Dulko then undid Hantuchova's bra to show her small breasts.

Dulko, now beginning to enjoy herself pushed her own breasts against Hantuchova who cried out in pain. She was being squashed between a locker and Dulko's boobs. Hantuhova began to cry and squeal but Dulko was not letting up. Eventually, Dulko took Hantuchova off the locker, grabbed her hand and led her towards the showers. Turning the showers on, she threw Hantuchova into the water. She then took the pink handcuffs, took Hantuchova's hands behind the shower and handcuffed her. Then she picked up the vibrators and said,

"Didn't you want to use these on me? Well, if you don't ask me to put two up you then I'm going to make your boobs suffer for hours and I'll also examine your pussy with these heels of mine, so, what do you say?"

Between sobs Hantuchova muttered her agreement and Dulko put the vibrators up Hantuchova. As Hantuchova's body moved around reacting to the machine and she began to moan quicker and quicker, Dulko came back into the middle of the room, hugged Cibulkova and said, "Actually, this is kinda fun."
* * *
As Hantuchova's body struggled in the showers, the other women watched in enjoyment. Hantuchova was not liked by them and to see her humiliated like this was both funny and exciting for everyone there. Hingis walked towards her and continuously slapped her, just for the sake of it. Watching someone having this done to them was a real turn on for Hingis and she was enjoying being close to her.

Hingis now was really wanting to enjoy herself and the easiest way that she could think for that to happen was for Sharapova to be beaten and embarrassed. Rightly or wrongly Hingis assumed that Sharapova, far from being the tough bitch she showed to the world was a weak woman who Dementieva would handle easily. Trying to control herself she announced that,

"Next up is Maria v Elena, you girls have two minutes."

Dementieva was reasonably strong, but not very sure of herself in a fight. She was nervous of the possible outcomes but expected to win.

Sharapova on the other hand was a lot more than nervous. The last thing she would want to happen would be to be humiliated in front of these women. She would love dearly to hurt Dementieva though and tried to focus on that possibility.

As they approached one another, Sharapova, typically, couldn't help but make some sort of arrogant comment, in that whining voice, "You can't seriously think you stand a chance against someone like me. Shorter, dumber, weaker, you have nothing to beat me with, I'm gonna make you cry."

With that Sharapova hit Dementieva across the face. Dementieva was more stunned than hurt by the blow, but it did knock her slightly off balance. Sharapova again brought her right hand towards Dementieva's face, but this time, Elena blocked the slap. As Dementieva attempted to get used to the fight, this went on for a minute or so, Sharapova trying to slap her, Dementieva sometimes blocking, sometimes not managing. However, the 9th time that Sharapova attempted to slap her, Dementieva once more blocked but this time held on to Maria’s hand. Quickly using her two hands, she twisted Maria’s hand behind her back and lifted it high up Maria's back.

The noise Sharapova made in this hold was horrendous, screaming as though she'd been very seriously wounded she began to panic and think of the possibility of Dementieva winning. Then, Dementieva threw her to the ground. As she came toward Sharapova, her leg was kicked away by Maria who then scrambled up before Dementieva. Not very sure of how to fight, Sharapova waited for Dementieva to get up before beginning to slap her again. Dementieva could not do much as the blows came down on her. The only problem for Sharapova was that they were having little effect. The more she hit her, the more tired she got and the softer her slaps became. Eventually, Dementieva was able to punch Maria's stomach. Doubling over in pain, Sharapova once more felt a rush of fear, but this time had no answer. One more punch to the stomach made Sharapova fall over, her legs kicking out clumsily in pain rather than in an attempt to stop Dementieva. Then Elena spoke to her,

"Now, I'm a nice girl, I don't particularly want to hurt you. I'm going to tie you up with your dress, leave you in your underwear and do no more harm to you as long as you promise to behave in the locker room in future and admit that I'm the better woman."

Sniveling on the floor, somewhat embarrassed and very frightened Sharapova had a choice to make. She was petrified of the possibilities, but was also very proud and unless she absolutely needed to, would never say that anyone compared to her let alone was better. Sounding a little pathetic she answered,

"You're much worse than me, I'll still beat you."

She attempted to get up but Dementieva held her down easily and took off Maria’s dress. Maria’s body shook as she tried to escape Dementieva's powerful arms, but other than her tits bouncing up and down she got nowhere. Dementieva again spoke,

"OK, change of plan. You tried to take me on, now I'll tie you and do awful things to you, total humiliation!"

Elena took Maria’s dress and began ripping it before trying to use it as rope. She moved down to Maria’s legs in order to secure them. Whether it was luck or not is unclear, but one of Maria’s clumsily kicking feet landed right on Dementieva's crotch. The smile on Dementieva's face changed to a grimace.

Realizing what she had done Sharapova quickly put everything into one last effort. She kicked up with all her power and the stunned Dementieva had not moved her position. She was kicked again in the crotch, this time, instead of a passing blow it was exceedingly powerful. Dementieva crying out sank to her knees.

Delighted with her efforts, Sharapova struggled to her feet and came over to the whining Dementieva. She slapped her face and then sat on the helpless Russian's stomach. Not confident of using clothes as ropes, she decided that she needed to make Dementieva be knocked silly. Realizing that her slaps would not suffice, she decided that she should either use her breasts or her ass. She moved herself up Dementieva and was going to ass smother her. However, as she was about to, Dementieva moved her hand towards Maria’s pants in a last desperate attempt to stay alive, as she put her hand in Maria's pants and felt considerably more hair than she was expecting, Sharapova quickly hit Dementieva's face. She then pulled Elena's hand out of her pants and changed her mind. She sat back down on Dementieva's stomach and moved forward rubbing her breasts against Elena's face. She held them there for a minute until the struggles subsided. Not content with this, she went to her own bag and took out a black leather belt. She whipped across Elena's face, breasts, ass and body in general until she was happy with her work and tears were pouring down Elena's face.

Then she said,

"You know what I want to hear."

"You are much better than I am. I was stupid to think I could hurt you, I'm so sorry."

"I don't normally let my bra get wet, but those silly little girl tears need cleaned up."

With that, Sharapova once more lowered herself onto Dementieva. After 5 minutes of rubbing her tits in Dementieva's face, Elena had passed out. Sharapova took all the clothes and jewelry Dementieva had on as well as in her bag. She began to think that she could fight and that she would win this. Whoever had taken her things were going down!
* * *
Hingis was taken aback by Maria’s victory and although she believed herself to be the best at everything, was slightly worried at the prospect of fighting someone considerably taller than her. For that reason, she really wanted Dominika Cibulkova to beat Ana Ivanovic. Cibulkova did have incredible legs which looked as strong as anyone's and also had a confident aura about her, but she was small. Hingis was sure she could beat her. Ivanovic though looked like she may be able to totally dominate Martina. If she got close enough she might easily be able to lift her up and have her way with her. Still, Hingis would expect to win because she always expected to win. Thinking of the fun she could have with these women turned her on powerfully. She casually put one finger down her own pants, touching the things which she had stolen from Sharapova, and prepared to enjoy the next fight.

Cibulkova was deep in conversation with Gisela Dulko. Dulko had promised to get involved if Cibulkova needed any help and she was confirming to Cibulkova that she would help her out. Ana Ivanovic though seemed wholly unconcerned by the whispered conversation. As Cibulkova was almost a whole foot shorter than she was she hadn't even contemplated a proper fight, she expected a very quick victory.

Hingis gleefully declared that the fight should start and the two women approached one another.

Ivanovic, smiling, looked at Cibulkova and said,

"My ass on your face, that simple."

With that she moved towards Cibulkova. Dominika though backed away and continued to do so. If the locker room had been bigger this may have been an intelligent tactic, use superior speed, tire Ivanovic and then make a move. However, the locker room was reasonably small and with 3 bodies already lying round it movement was difficult. It didn't take long till Cibulkova was cornered. If Ivanovic got near her the little woman would be in big trouble so she had to turn and fight her way out.

Ivanovic laughed as she saw Cibulkova's predicament and said,

"How stupid are you sweetie? You're stuck with nowhere to go. I wonder how long it takes for tiny little Slovaks to pass out with an ass on their face."

As Ivanovic came forward and made a move to grab Cibulkova, Cibulkova kicked out. She began to kick Ivanovic's legs repeatedly. Kick after kick hit Ivanovic's thighs and before she had any chance to recover from the blow another would come and another. Now Ivanovic attempted to back away but she barely had time to take a step before she was kicked again. Deciding that now was her chance, Cibulkova kicked her right foot into Ivanovic's left thigh as hard as she could. Groaning, the big Serbian fell down. Now Cibulkova knew she had to finish it, for a brief spell she was above Ivanovic and that's where she needed to be. Putting her elbow across Ivanovic's throat, she began to take off Ana's clothes. A few seconds later and Ivanovic was totally naked. Her massive tits and shaved pussy now easy targets for the dominant Cibulkova.

Ivanovic though was not finished, she acted as though the pressure on her throat had caused her to pass out and Cibulkova got a little too sure of herself. She climbed off Ivanovic, turned round and took off her own clothes apart from her underwear. She then said to the other women,

"Fitting after what she said that I will end this by sitting on her face!"

Turning back to Ivanovic, she moved towards her face. However, as she prepared to sit down, Ivanovic brought her head up quickly hitting her head directly off Cibulkova's cunt. Cibulkova, forgetting the fight, rammed her hands down her own pants to massage herself and attempt to take away the pain. Ivanovic managed to get to her feet despite the pain in her legs went over to Cibulkova and lifted her in the air. She then put her own knee out and dropped Cibulkova down on it. Again Cibulkova's hands went to her crotch as the pain grew worse and worse. Then, Ivanovic put Cibulkova on the ground, and ordered her,

"Open up your legs so I can tie you easier."

Not thinking about the demand, Cibulkova opened her legs wide. Ivanovic smiling took one step back and kicked Cibulkova as hard as she could causing Dominika to scream.

Gisela Dulko had always intended to keep her promise but now she wasn't so sure. She got up and went towards Ivanovic. Ivanovic though turned round and glared at Dulko before shouting at her to "SIT!" Scared, Dulko gladly went back to her seat to watch the end of the fight.

Ivanovic stood over Cibulkova's head and said to her,

"Say goodnight bitch!"

She sat down on her, Cibulkova's nose engulfed in Ivanovic's ass. She struggled for longer than anyone had anticipated but she never had a chance of getting the far heavier woman off her, after 5 or 6 minutes Cibulkova passed out.

Ivanovic got up smiling and said, "Can't wait for my next match."

Hingis suddenly began to wonder if she was in over her head.
* * *
There was no doubt in Maria’s head that if Hingis was allowed to dictate who fought who next, she would choose to fight Dulko. That would mean that Sharapova had to fight Ivanovic. Though Ivanovic had been troubled in her last fight, the power was clear and Sharapova, normally may have feared Ivanovic. However, Sharapova had grown in confidence immensely since she had defeated Dementieva and as such was perfectly happy to take on Ivanovic.

Ivanovic herself assumed that everyone in the room would be easy and that she had almost certainly already taken out her toughest competition. All she needed was some recovery time after her last fight because unlike some of the other women her stamina was not one of her assets. This was something though that Sharapova was not willing to give her.

Sharapova went to talk to Hingis immediately after the Ivanovic fight and took her aside,

"I want Ivanovic and I want her now. World number one indeed? There is no way she is better than me at anything and I want to prove it right now, let me and her fight."

An evil smile played on the lips of Hingis. This was perfect for her. If Sharapova won, Ivanovic was out the way, if she lost then Hingis got to enjoy the humiliation and most important, no matter who won, she got to fight that weakling Dulko. Hingis nodded her head and then announced,

"The next match is Maria vs. Ana and it starts right now!"

Ivanovic looked up in shock, this didn't seem at all fair to her. As she was preparing to shout her complaints, the forearm of Sharapova was placed across her throat. Coming from behind the Serb, Maria had decided to hold her head steady and choke her. Ana's arms and legs flailed as she struggled to comprehend her predicament. Suddenly, she began to charge backwards. Being so much heavier than Sharapova, there was no way in which Maria could stop the movement without letting go of the choke which she wasn't willing to do. Then however, traveling as fast as Ana could run, Maria’s back hit a locker, something which she had not anticipated at all. Maria let go and fell down, her back and ass in complete agony. Ivanovic was tired and realized that even against the weaker, lighter Russian, she had to end it quickly. She tried to stop Sharapova getting up, but didn't move quickly enough towards her, the blond was already on her feet when Ivanovic reached her, though still in pain. Ivanovic moved in for the kill.

Grabbing at Maria’s waist with her right hand, she distracted her into trying to fight her off. As both of Maria's hands worked furiously against Ana's one, Ivanovic used her left hand to grab a hold of Maria’s bra and she began to squeeze through the material wounding Maria's breasts. She had a tight grasp of Sharapova and she could not risk trying to run as the pain would only have gotten worse. Soon, Ivanovic's nails dug straight through the bra of Sharapova and ripped it in half.

The fear and embarrassment of having her breasts fully revealed made Sharapova fight harder and dirtier. Moving her head down to Ana's hand, she bit. Ivanovic attempted to hold onto Maria's breasts but eventually had to let go in pain.

Not yet ready to give up her advantage though Ivanovic used her other hand to hit Sharapova on the nose. This stopped the biting and stunned Sharapova. Ivanovic then decided that she would lift up the tall Russian, throw her down and end it with a face sit. She grabbed Sharapova by the waist and lifted her in the air. Just like in her first fight though, Sharapova got lucky, her kicking legs caught Ana between the legs and made her let go. Coming up with a new strategy, she decided to run from the tired Serb. Ivanovic began to chase after her, slowly. As she came lumbering towards her she tripped over the woman who she had defeated to reach this match, Dominika Cibulkova who still lay motionless from Ivanovic's face sit. Stumbling, Ivanovic fell towards Sharapova who weighed up her shot before firstly using her right hand to slap Ivanovic's face, then pulling her hair back towards Maria and blasting her foot between Ivaovic's legs once more.

The Serbian had little left prior to this fight and now had nothing. She fell, whimpering and holding her womanhood. Sharapova, elated began to laugh at the moaning woman on the floor.

"Not got much, do you? You are nothing on me. You are an embarrassment to your nation. You are a joke. Now, I could simply use something to hold you here or I could use my beautiful breasts on you. So answer these questions properly. Who is the Queen? Who is my bitch? Who is the best tennis player in the world?"

After demanding answers she took Ivanovic's pants off and placed one hand on the big woman's tits and another on her crotch. Fearing permanent damage Ivanovic began to shout back a reply,

"YOU! YOU are the queen. I am your pathetic little bitch. You are the best player in the world. Please, leave me alone."

"Thanks, but I don't care."

Sharapova smiled, before bringing both her hands down hard causing Ivanovic to begin to cry. She then lay across her face using her breasts to smother the big woman. Ivanovic didn't even try to fight the inevitable end. Sharapova soon had her knocked out. Standing up, beaming, she said,

"Now I have to fight one of the little weak girls in the final. Oh, this is so easy."

With that she went to check if Ivanovic's bag had her belongings in it, little did she know that they were on the person of Martina Hingis!
* * *
Incensed at having still not recovered her possessions, and feeling unbeatable, Sharapova was, in her mind at least ready to fight again instantly. She knew that one of the two women remaining had to have her things and she was going to make them sorry for it. She decided that as soon as one person was beaten she would attack the other and undoubtedly win. Then, when she discovered who had taken her things she would humiliate them to incredible lengths, possibly seriously harm them too.

As she was thinking about what to do to these women, Hingis came towards Dulko. Looking at them it was far from clear who should win a fight. Similar sizes, if anything it was Dulko's body which looked more ready for a fight, a little more muscular. It was just the faces which said something different, Hingis, arrogant, smirking at Dulko, Dulko, scared, her eyes looking around desperately. Hingis attempted to do exactly what she had done with Tatiana Golovin. She grabbed Dulko by the hair and led her to the middle of the room. Dulko was floundering around much like Golovin had done, seemingly helpless. As Hingis tugged Dulko from side to side, she was thinking ahead. Throw her down, get on her, easy win. However, as she got ready to throw her down, Dulko struck. As her arms had flailed around, her left hand had caught onto Hingis’ ass, from there, despite the pain she was feeling she was able to move up and touch the top of her pants. Then, while Hingis thought she was in control, she suddenly pulled up as hard as she could.

Hingis instantly let go of Dulko's hair and tried to protect herself but it just wasn't possible, Dulko kept pulling up and Hingis was acting as though she was on a rodeo, swinging from side to side desperate to escape Dulko who grabbed the front of Hinge’ pants and yanked up...hard!

Both the front and back were pulled and tugged upward as Hingis ached and squirmed in intense pain until SNAP her pants broke in two! For a few second Hingis felt immense relief and she began thinking now all she had to do was find a way past this weak little bitch and she still *would* - despite the pain. Then, a horrible realization came to her! She remembered that as her pants had been pulled up she had felt something strange going in and out of her womanhood and suddenly she knew!

Dulko, who had somehow or other become very sure of herself, picked up a pair of pink pants and a watch from the floor and turned to Sharapova. "Looks like Tina had your stuff rammed down her pants. Sorry, I may have forced them a little up into her. I tell you what, I'll leave her to you to finish off - as long as I get to wear *these* in the last fight of the night. In fact, you don't have a choice in the matter; these now belong to me - until you get them off me. But, she's down, she's in pain and I suggest you deal with her first!"

Sharapova didn't want Dulko wearing her jewelry - or her pants - but she realized her best option now was to take out Hingis; the woman who'd set this up - then make the Argentine pay!

Hingis was still rubbing and holding herself when Sharapova came over to her. Knowing that there were media outside with cameras, Hingis was absolutely panic stricken. She had to fight her way out of this or she'd be a laughing stock. Sharapova though was not intending on even letting Hingis get to her feet. She sat on the stomach of Hingis and began slapping down on Hinge’ face. With each slap, Hingis made a noise similar to a pig squealing.

Dulko, who, having quickly put on Maria’s pants, watch and one of her own bras, had gone to look in Hinge’ bag found things which interested her a great deal. She threw a pair of scissors to Sharapova and then a leash. She could not contain her delight at the thought of Hingis being totally humiliated.

Sharapova then began speaking to Hingis, "You have two choices, I can either cut off your hair or walk you around like I would a dog. Believe me, I'll do whichever you choose and save the other option for her."

Hingis couldn't move, she couldn't stand it any longer, she was willing to make her choice,

"OK, put the leash on me and I guess you can walk me out of here, assuming you can walk when we leave."

"Good, you will bark like a dog wherever we go, right?"

Knowing that there were reporters outside, Hingis, tearing up a little, began to struggle. Sharapova then started to scratch, rip and bite at Hinge’ boobs. The screams did not subside until five minutes later when Sharapova once more asked Hingis if she'd bark for her.

She replied, "Of course I will. I'm no better than a dog...your little dog...please...please...no more..."

Shaking with sobs, Hingis had been totally dominated and made to pay for her theft. But Sharapova wasn't finished.

"Piss. Piss like a dog in front of me and Gisela; they don't mind doing it in public so go ahead - or else I'll chew your tits to pieces."

So deep in terror, pissing herself wasn't a problem for Hingis, in fact, once starting, she couldn't stop! Her plans had been ruined! Now she was being taken out on a leash, covered in her own piss, by one of the women she'd wanted so much to humiliate - both in the eyes of the media and the world. Martina couldn't hold back the tears; she cried and cried and cried...
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Dulko was still laughing at Hingis when she suddenly realized just how bad her predicament was. Sharapova had just made Hingis wet herself and treated her like a dog. The chances were that she'd be just as harsh on Dulko. Still though, she knew she had a chance. Sharapova hadn't proved unbeatable tonight, she had weaknesses. Not massively strong, too sure of herself and a little clumsy. Dulko could still win, could take advantage of these problems and end up beating Sharapova.

Sharapova was by now less angry than she had been. She had taken out the woman who had set this whole thing out and totally humiliated her. She was too pleased with herself to be angry with Dulko, still, she wanted her things back and she was determined to get them. In a better mood she decided to reason with Dulko,

"OK Gisela, one chance. If you strip and allow me to take everything in this room, everyone's possessions, yours included then I won't hurt you."

Dulko could hear that Sharapova was less angry now, more arrogant than ever and also, a little breathless. She had made her decision and decided that the best strategy would in fact be to allow Sharapova to think she would have the better of her,

"N...Never Maria, yyyou don't scar me you know."

Sharapova, hearing what she thought was fear laughed. She was so confident now that she was happy with Dulko's answer. She pointed to the scissors and said,

"Snip snip snip, bald Gisela!"

She ran forward and hit Dulko. Dulko fell, very easily and began crying and pleading. Sharapova smiled with delight at the efforts of Dulko. Then Dulko panted,

"Please Maria, please, you can have everything, let me up. I'll strip naked, no cutting my hair, please."

Sharapova sat on her stomach and said,

"You had your chance, now I'm going to cum in your face bitch, then cut that hair."

Sharapova got up and stood above Dulko's head. She took off all of her clothes and then smiled down at her. Her thick, curly, blond pubes surprised Dulko a lot, but Dulko smiled to herself when she saw them.

Maria prepared to set herself down on the seemingly helpless Dulko. As she went to sit on her face however, Gisela moved her face away from the baffled Sharapova. She had now lowered herself onto Dulko's boobs. Not fully understanding that this movement of Dulko's had been deliberate she once again got up, re-positioned herself and moved herself slowly down towards Dulko's face again. This time however, Dulko quickly moved her right hand up to Maria’s crotch and lightly rubbed it.

Sharapova couldn't believe her predicament and as Dulko rubbed faster and faster, she began to pant and then screamed, "wooooooahhhhhhhhhh woahhhhhhhh!"

Maria tried to get up but Gisela squeezed and pulled on Maria's pubes and she fell down on Dulko who quickly turned both women over trapping Sharapova beneath her. Maria was scared and she started struggling, but she couldn’t move the Argentinean.

Much to Maria’s surprise though Dulko got off of her. Confident in herself, Sharapova quickly got to her feet as Dulko went to get the scissors which Sharapova had threatened her with earlier. As she turned round back towards Sharapova, the tired Russian put everything she had left into a slap, however, it had little effect. Dulko slapped back, considerably harder and the desperate Sharapova screamed and tried to run away. Dulko tripped her though and Sharapova was down, too tired to move. Dulko rubbed Maria’s watch against Maria's pussy and as Maria was getting increasingly turned on Dulko reached for the scissors. She stopped massaging Sharapova and said,

"No, you don't get to enjoy yourself any more."

Dulko then began to cut Maria's hair. Maria cried and shrieked but no-one could help her and her struggles had become exceedingly weak due to tiredness after so many fights in quick succession. After several minutes Sharapova was close to being bald.

"Stop sobbing Maria, in fact... I'll make you shut up."

Dulko then climbed onto Maria’s face and began to rock backwards and forwards, faster and faster rubbing her womanhood against Maria's mouth and nose. It took a long time, but when Gisela was finished, Maria's face was covered with Gisela's cum.

Gisela then collected the belongings of every woman in the room and put on those which she liked best. As she was on her way out she said to everyone in the room,

"Clearly I'm tougher than you all. I'm going to call a photographer friend of mine when I leave the room, you probably have about 20 minutes to get out of here or you'll be found by him and photos will be taken. So unless you want to be found, naked, beaten or just covered in nasty stuff I'd say you'd better move."

Most of the women were aware enough to know that they'd be able to get out of there inside the next 20 minutes and breathed a sigh of relief. Hingis on the other hand knew that there was a large amount of media men on the other side of the door and that as soon as Dulko went out they would come in. Indeed, much to the shock and embarrassment of the women left behind, photos were being taken less than a minute after Dulko had walked out the room.