You reach the door Touko pointed you towards and give it a few quick knocks, but there’s no response. Just when you think that there’s no one there at the moment, you hear the faint sounds of hushed voices from the other side of the door. Ok, so someone’s there, but, for some reason, they’re not letting you in. You notice that the door is cracked open and decide to peek your head through. You see that the lights are on in the dressing room, but you don’t see anyone yet. “Uh, hello?” You slowly step inside, still hoping to make a decent first impression with your first opponent. “Sorry, I don’t mean to barge in like this. I’m new here, and I just wanted to say hi before our--” Suddenly, someone comes up from behind you and deals a swift, powerful blow to your head, instantly knocking you out.
You wake up a few minutes later, your head throbbing a little as you slowly return to your senses. You realize you’re sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. But who put you here, and who knocked you out? Whoever it was, they must have hit you harder than you thought, you think to yourself as you look up. You see an image of an imposing, curvaceous blonde standing in front of you, to your right, and, to your left, you see that same blonde again! At first, you think you’re just seeing double, but then you hear both blondes speak.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” the blonde to your left sings when she sees you stirring. “Have a nice nap? Hope Sammy didn’t hit ya too hard.”
“Don’t get into idle chit-chat with the intruder, Tammy! This is supposed to be an interrogation,” the blonde to your right chides, clearly annoyed with the other blonde’s careless attitude. When you finally come to, you recall the names you saw emblazoned on the dressing room door, “Sammy and Tammy Lee: The Fighting Twins!,” and finally realize that you’re actually face to face with your first opponents.
Finally taking a good look at them, you notice that there are a few subtle differences between the twins. Sammy, the girl to your right, wears a silver sports bra and athletic shorts. Known for actively maintaining her body, she has a shapely, well-toned figure, but she also harbors a slightly sour demeanor. Tammy, the girl to your left, wears the same outfit as her sister but in a vibrant gold color. A testament to her fun-loving, carefree lifestyle, her body is slightly more plump than her sister’s, but it’s clear most of that excess weight went to all the right places.
Now that you’ve finally found them, you try to stand up, both to introduce yourself and to ask why the hell they knocked you out, but you quickly realize you’re tied to the chair! “The hell!?” You try to squirm free, but the restraints are too tight.
“Aha, finally awake, are we,” Sammy says smugly as she notices your vigorous struggling. She scowls and leans in, placing her hands on the armrests adjacent to you while giving you a generous view of her full, creamy cleavage. “So now you can tell us: who the hell put you up to this? Was it Touko? Is this another of her elaborate schemes to boost ratings? Was our match against the Marauders not good enough for her?”
You’re completely confused by Sammy’s questioning. “W-what? Touko just sent me here to say hi. What the hell are you talking about!?”
“Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” Sammy says as she stands back up and ominously crosses her arms, hefting her impressively large chest as she does. “Now, are you gonna talk, or am I gonna have to get a little more rough with you?” Sammy mistakenly believes you’re some sort of saboteur, most likely sent to get the drop on her and her sister, in the sanctity of their own dressing room, to generate more buzz about their last match, against the Masked Marauders. Her paranoia allowed her to get the drop on you first, and now she won’t let you go until she gets the answers she wants.
You can’t believe this is happening right now. This was just supposed to be a simple greeting. You try to speak up, either to tell Sammy of or set things straight, but Tammy suddenly chimes in by playfully sitting on your lap. “Oof!” You feel the wind get knocked out of you a little as her round ass plops on your crotch.
“Geez, chill out a little, Sammy,” Tammy says as she subtly wriggles her hips against you, rubbing her rotund rear against your lap. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe this isn’t all a part of some big conspiracy theory, that maybe someone really did just want to come and say hi to us?” Thank goodness! This one seems to have some common sense. You just wish she wasn’t making so many stimulating movements against you. Despite your efforts to will your arousal away, you can feel your cock stirring against Tammy as she speaks, and you can’t help but notice how her shorts ride up her ass, revealing more swaths of her round cheeks, as she wriggles it against you. You blush when you see her giving you a flirty smile from over her shoulder, as if she just found your hand in the cookie jar. Tammy rests her hands on her crossed legs and leans back, resting her body against yours, and whispers in your ears. “Sorry about my sister, cutie. She can be a little high-strung at times, but she can actually be pretty fun when you get to know her. Just play along with what she wants, and she should let you go soon.”
Sammy stomps in frustration at her sister’s irreverence. “H-hey! Get off, Tammy! We’re supposed to be interrogating our prisoner, not toying with them. For all we know, it could be one of the Marauders looking for payback, sneaking in without a mask on to throw us off. I could recognize that scrawny height and build almost anywhere.”
Tammy looks back at her sister with a cheeky smile. “Don’t worry, sis. Something, a hard something, tells me this isn't a Marauder at all. He’s not even a girl,” she says, playfully referring to your growing erection poking back at her. “Besides, I think he’s too cute to be a Marauder♥” You give a few grunts as Tammy starts to lightly bounce against your crotch, trying to tease you more.
Sammy rolls her eyes, sick of her sister always undermining her attempts to help them move up in the league. “Ok, so he’s not a Marauder, whatever. That still doesn’t make him any less suspicious.” Sammy pulls Tammy off you, much to Tammy’s disappointment. “As it is, we’ve never seen his face around here before, so why the hell did he knock on our door? Something’s up, and I want answers.”
“Whatever,” Tammy says passively. Not the type of girl to question when a cute guy comes knocking, she thinks this interrogation is completely silly, but Sammy clearly has her head set on this. Maybe if she’s lucky, she can still figure out a way to have fun with you while Sammy gets her ‘answers,’ or whatever. Tammy saunters around behind you and leans in to provocatively drape her arms around your shoulders and chest, letting her heavy breasts rest atop your head. “So just what do you propose we do with him, then?”
What next?
You wake up a few minutes later, your head throbbing a little as you slowly return to your senses. You realize you’re sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. But who put you here, and who knocked you out? Whoever it was, they must have hit you harder than you thought, you think to yourself as you look up. You see an image of an imposing, curvaceous blonde standing in front of you, to your right, and, to your left, you see that same blonde again! At first, you think you’re just seeing double, but then you hear both blondes speak.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” the blonde to your left sings when she sees you stirring. “Have a nice nap? Hope Sammy didn’t hit ya too hard.”
“Don’t get into idle chit-chat with the intruder, Tammy! This is supposed to be an interrogation,” the blonde to your right chides, clearly annoyed with the other blonde’s careless attitude. When you finally come to, you recall the names you saw emblazoned on the dressing room door, “Sammy and Tammy Lee: The Fighting Twins!,” and finally realize that you’re actually face to face with your first opponents.
Finally taking a good look at them, you notice that there are a few subtle differences between the twins. Sammy, the girl to your right, wears a silver sports bra and athletic shorts. Known for actively maintaining her body, she has a shapely, well-toned figure, but she also harbors a slightly sour demeanor. Tammy, the girl to your left, wears the same outfit as her sister but in a vibrant gold color. A testament to her fun-loving, carefree lifestyle, her body is slightly more plump than her sister’s, but it’s clear most of that excess weight went to all the right places.
Now that you’ve finally found them, you try to stand up, both to introduce yourself and to ask why the hell they knocked you out, but you quickly realize you’re tied to the chair! “The hell!?” You try to squirm free, but the restraints are too tight.
“Aha, finally awake, are we,” Sammy says smugly as she notices your vigorous struggling. She scowls and leans in, placing her hands on the armrests adjacent to you while giving you a generous view of her full, creamy cleavage. “So now you can tell us: who the hell put you up to this? Was it Touko? Is this another of her elaborate schemes to boost ratings? Was our match against the Marauders not good enough for her?”
You’re completely confused by Sammy’s questioning. “W-what? Touko just sent me here to say hi. What the hell are you talking about!?”
“Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” Sammy says as she stands back up and ominously crosses her arms, hefting her impressively large chest as she does. “Now, are you gonna talk, or am I gonna have to get a little more rough with you?” Sammy mistakenly believes you’re some sort of saboteur, most likely sent to get the drop on her and her sister, in the sanctity of their own dressing room, to generate more buzz about their last match, against the Masked Marauders. Her paranoia allowed her to get the drop on you first, and now she won’t let you go until she gets the answers she wants.
You can’t believe this is happening right now. This was just supposed to be a simple greeting. You try to speak up, either to tell Sammy of or set things straight, but Tammy suddenly chimes in by playfully sitting on your lap. “Oof!” You feel the wind get knocked out of you a little as her round ass plops on your crotch.
“Geez, chill out a little, Sammy,” Tammy says as she subtly wriggles her hips against you, rubbing her rotund rear against your lap. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe this isn’t all a part of some big conspiracy theory, that maybe someone really did just want to come and say hi to us?” Thank goodness! This one seems to have some common sense. You just wish she wasn’t making so many stimulating movements against you. Despite your efforts to will your arousal away, you can feel your cock stirring against Tammy as she speaks, and you can’t help but notice how her shorts ride up her ass, revealing more swaths of her round cheeks, as she wriggles it against you. You blush when you see her giving you a flirty smile from over her shoulder, as if she just found your hand in the cookie jar. Tammy rests her hands on her crossed legs and leans back, resting her body against yours, and whispers in your ears. “Sorry about my sister, cutie. She can be a little high-strung at times, but she can actually be pretty fun when you get to know her. Just play along with what she wants, and she should let you go soon.”
Sammy stomps in frustration at her sister’s irreverence. “H-hey! Get off, Tammy! We’re supposed to be interrogating our prisoner, not toying with them. For all we know, it could be one of the Marauders looking for payback, sneaking in without a mask on to throw us off. I could recognize that scrawny height and build almost anywhere.”
Tammy looks back at her sister with a cheeky smile. “Don’t worry, sis. Something, a hard something, tells me this isn't a Marauder at all. He’s not even a girl,” she says, playfully referring to your growing erection poking back at her. “Besides, I think he’s too cute to be a Marauder♥” You give a few grunts as Tammy starts to lightly bounce against your crotch, trying to tease you more.
Sammy rolls her eyes, sick of her sister always undermining her attempts to help them move up in the league. “Ok, so he’s not a Marauder, whatever. That still doesn’t make him any less suspicious.” Sammy pulls Tammy off you, much to Tammy’s disappointment. “As it is, we’ve never seen his face around here before, so why the hell did he knock on our door? Something’s up, and I want answers.”
“Whatever,” Tammy says passively. Not the type of girl to question when a cute guy comes knocking, she thinks this interrogation is completely silly, but Sammy clearly has her head set on this. Maybe if she’s lucky, she can still figure out a way to have fun with you while Sammy gets her ‘answers,’ or whatever. Tammy saunters around behind you and leans in to provocatively drape her arms around your shoulders and chest, letting her heavy breasts rest atop your head. “So just what do you propose we do with him, then?”
What next?
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May 31, 2023
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