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The Opportunist
By Wolfboy
No
rest for Emma as Claire is out for revenge….
As it turned out, Emma had little time to recover either physically or mentally
before she was called back into action once more. We had left the Smythe mansion
in the early evening and by 10 AM the following morning, Emma found herself
challenged to a match by non-other than Claire. News travelled fast in the
catfighting world it seemed, and Claire intended to take Emma up on her offer of
a rematch ‘anytime’ that was offered at the end of their previous fight.
‘You said a rematch any time I wanted on bitch’ Claire told Emma over the phone.
‘Well I want you tonight, 8PM at my flat. No rules, no holds barred until one of
us gives up. Bring Steve. There’s no seconds, but there should be someone there
to watch me hand you a beating’ and with that, the jet haired firebrand had hung
up the phone, not even waiting for a reply.
‘I have to do it’ Emma had told me when I tried to talk her out of it. ‘I said
it, so it’s my fault; I should have known that little harlot would wait until
I’d had a tough match before she picked her rematch with me!’
‘You’ve got to assume that Claire knows everything about yesterday then Em’ I
advised. ‘She must know about the carpet burns on your breasts for example, and
you have to assume that she’s coming straight after something like that from the
start’ I told her.
‘Don’t worry’ Emma agreed ‘I’m sure you’re right, and I’ll be as ready for her
as I can. I need to try and put her away quickly though before she gets chance
to do anything.’
Those tactics seemed sound enough to me, I just hoped that Emma was able to keep
Claire from getting at her for long enough to get the job done. There was not
too much doubt that Claire would be able to hurt Emma with the right kind of
attacks. Claire was, I knew, a shrewd fighter now. While Emma had her outgunned
in experience, strength and size, Claire would present her with a tough
challenge. Add to the mix Emma’s slightly battered state after tangling with her
arch rival Sara no more than 24 hours before, and this promised to be a big
challenge for Emma.
We travelled the short distance to Claire’s new apartment that night, arriving a
few minutes before the 8PM start that Claire had demanded. Without a word,
Claire opened the door and stepped aside to wave us both inside. Wearing a
simple black tracksuit, Claire closed the door before offering Emma a choice of
venues for the fight. ‘I’ll fight you here in the lounge, or we can fight in my
bedroom. Your choice’ she told Emma before tellingly adding ‘I know you like a
good bedroom catfight’ There was no sign of a wrestling mat in either of the
rooms as Emma eyed both before deciding ‘the lounge will do just fine.’
It was certainly a spacious enough venue for the match. Two sides of the roughly
outlined fight area were hemmed in by large leather sofas. A wall completed the
fight area at one end, while the far end of the room disappeared into an open
plan kitchen which had a stone floor.
‘Lounge it is then bitch’ Claire agreed ‘Are you comfortable with the rules for
tonight’ she asked Emma.
‘Anything goes until you give up just like last time’ Emma taunted, her fight
face on now.
‘Almost right’ Claire agreed ‘only it’ll be you begging me to stop tonight Emma’
The two women stood eyeing each other from across the tight confines of the
makeshift fight arena. Claire confident, her eyes smouldering with barely
contained fury as she was determined to take her revenge. Emma looked confident
too, knowing that she had beaten Claire before in their previous impromptu
fight, but this time she would have to contend with the after effects of her
beating from Sara. Claire unzipped the top of her tracksuit, allowing it to drop
from her body to reveal that she intended to fight Emma topless. The removal of
her trousers showed that she had chosen a tiny, white skirted, lace thong along
with a pair of nude shimmering hold up stockings. As ever, she was in great
shape. Emma was a little more modestly attired as she stripped off her jeans,
boots and coat to reveal a pastel blue cami top hanging loosely over her sore
breasts and a matching pair of satin boy shorts completed her outfit. Claire
looked disappointed that Emma’s breasts weren’t on show; ‘hiding something
bitch, or just embarrassed to put those saggy udders up against these?’ she
taunted as she jutted her own breasts in Emma’ direction.
‘It’s a fight, not a modelling contest slut!’ Emma shot back, hoping to cover
herself, but I think each of us in the room knew the reason why Emma was more
modestly attired and intended to remain that way.
‘Just as well it’s not a modelling contest bitch’ Claire fired back ‘Let’s face
it, you’d be well out of your depth in that with me!’
And with that snide remark, the fight was on, Emma angered enough to rush
Claire, bowling the smaller jet haired fighter straight back onto one of the
leather sofas. Gaining a semi-effective pin position, Emma hammered three hard
fists into Claire’s stomach. A fast start was vital for Emma, who with the early
adrenalin rush of the fight coursing through her veins, brushed off Claire’s
retaliatory jab to her breasts before grabbing her long hair to rag doll her
head around viciously. Still in the semi-pin position she’d been able to claim,
Emma continued her attack with a slap to the face, again brushing off a jab to
the breasts as she did so. It looked clear to me that Claire’s attacks were
going to focus on working Emma’s breasts over. Sensing that, Emma looked to up
the ante, throwing Claire from the sofa by the hair before aiming a kick at her
ribs that the smaller woman did well to avoid, rolling clear and smartly getting
to her feet before Emma could follow up.
The two women glowered at each other across the living room following the early
exchange of action; contempt for each other clearly etched on their faces. It
was Emma who again made the first aggressive move, grabbing Claire’s hair to
pull her into a side headlock. Pulling Claire’s face in tight against her sore
breasts proved to be something of a mistake though as the jet haired fighter
took that chance to shift her head slightly, sink her teeth into Emma’s right
breast, and as Emma shrieked with pain, she turned Claire loose as the fight
swung into her former friend’s favour. Claire wasted no time, puling loose of
the headlock and slamming a kick into Emma’s stomach. A right hand to the jaw
followed, stinging but not stunning Emma who blocked a second right hand only
for a knee to catch her in the stomach. That doubled her forward, and Claire
took the presented chance to deliver a knee lift to Emma’s breasts drawing a cry
of pain as Emma crashed to the floor. Breathing hard, Emma subconsciously
grabbed for her breasts, giving Claire an even clearer indication of the pain
burning there courtesy of her American nemesis Sara.
An evil smile played across Claire’s face as she realised that Emma, still
clutching her breasts as she rose, was clearly hurt. Wasting no time, Claire
impressively delivered a standing drop kick, her feet catching Emma squarely in
the chest as it sent her sprawling onto the sofa. Cat-like, Claire pounced,
flying her smaller frame across the room to deliver a splash of sorts to Emma on
the sofa. Then, securing a similarly precarious pinning position to that which
Emma had enjoyed just a few moments earlier, Claire rained in a series of slaps
to Emma’s face. Emma looked to cover up, her arms in front of her face, but that
just gave Claire the chance to switch her target to those wounded breasts once
more, quickly drawing cries of pain from Emma as each slap increased the burning
pain in her breasts. Looking to defend, Emma wrapped her arms around Claire,
pulling her in tight to her own body, to deny her the space to deliver anymore
slaps. It was an effective enough defence, trapped by Emma’s power, Claire had
no room to continue her attack. Emma had no position to attack from either
though, her move was purely defensive and we had something of a stalemate on the
sofa.
‘Don’t you want to fight bitch?’ Claire taunted Emma ‘I’m not here for a fucking
cuddle!’
‘Fuck you bitch!’ Emma spat back as Claire found herself something of an
opening, landing a couple of good right hands to Emma’s ribs, and as Emma’s
defensive bear hug was broken, Claire was free. Taking a stiff slap to the face
from Emma, Claire grabbed the front of Emma’s cami top, quickly tearing it from
top to bottom. The carpet burns and bruises from Emma’s clash with Sara just the
previous day were clearly visible, and fearing an immediate attack from Claire,
Emma immediately covered them with her arms. Wisely, Claire attacked elsewhere
with a right hand to Emma’s unprotected jaw. That dazed Emma and Claire took the
chance to snake a hand inside her boy shorts to apply a crotch claw that
immediately cleared Emma’s head as the pain brought her back to her senses.
Fighting off the pain, Emma delivered an effective punch to Claire’s chest,
knocking the jet haired fighter off her and to the floor.
Emma wearily got off the sofa, the effects of yesterday’s tough battle still
clearly weighing heavily on her. Her cami top still hung at her shoulders, but
completely open at the front, it offered her no protection. Her right jab did
though as she planted it firmly, twice, in Claire’s face as the lightweight
champion tried to close in on her to continue her attack. Emma grabbed, reaching
for Claire’s long black hair, this time pulling her into a tight front headlock
which she applied tightly before lifting a knee into Claire’s solar plexus.
Claire’s knees buckled slightly, but the choking front headlock kept the jet
haired fighter upright to receive a second knee lift before Emma let her drop to
the floor. Emma’s follow up saw her straddle Claire’s back as she got to all
fours, locking her ankles beneath her and falling to her side to trap her in a
tight side body scissor. Emma flexed her thighs, drawing a guttural cry of pain
and frustration from the smaller woman as Emma’s thick, powerful legs ground
into her. Had Emma finally got Claire where she wanted her, I wondered as she
continued to punish her former friend. It turned out though that it was Claire
who inadvertently had Emma where she wanted her as, with their bodies locked
closely together, Claire was able to take the chance to sink her nails into
Emma’s breasts. Now it was the auburn-haired woman whose head went back in pain
as the sharp nails expertly tortured her.
Keeping up the breast torture with her left hand, Claire took a handful of hair
to bounce Emma’s head off the floor, and with Emma stunned, the jet haired
fighter slipped free of the scissor hold. Moving to a cross pinning position,
Claire took control of both of Emma’s arms, one tightly scissored between her
thighs, the other pinned firmly to the floor by her left hand. Unable to defend
herself, Emma gritted her teeth, expecting the breast torture to start up again,
but Claire surprised her by hammering home five rapid punches to her stomach,
each one landing progressively lower. A sixth punch crashed into the front of
her satin shorts before Claire again snaked her hand inside those shorts to
apply another crotch claw. A look of glee on Claire’s face showed that she was
confident she had Emma now and indeed, Emma’s howls of pain as the smaller woman
mauled her womanhood. Resorting to the only defence available to her, Emma
lifted her head, sinking her teeth into Claire’s side. ‘You fucking cunt!’
Claire screamed as she broke off the crotch claw to cruelly rake Emma’s eyes
before bouncing the back of her head off the floor once more. A slap and nail
rake to both breasts completed Claire’s response to that show of defiance, and
as Emma writhed in pain Claire climbed off her before delivering a sharp kick to
her side.
Pulling a howling Emma from the floor by both breasts, Claire quickly slipped
her hand between Emma’s legs, looking to body slam her. I thought that might
prove to be a mistake, but Claire’s tightly toned arms suggested that she had
been working out, and the ease with which she lifted and slammed the 170lb Emma
seemed to prove that. The floor was unforgiving and with Emma winded, Claire
could perhaps of finished her off there and then; she had other plans though,
using the breasts to lift Emma again. This time, she slipped behind Emma before
lifting her from behind to deliver an inverted body slam, dropping Emma breasts
first to the hard floor. I was pretty sure that the match was over whenever
Claire wanted it to be now. On the back of her beating by the blonde bitch Sara,
those two slams had knocked the fight right out of Emma who now found herself
trapped in a boston crab by Claire. Quickly, Claire started to walk Emma around
the room in that hold, drawing screams as she dragged Emma’s breasts across the
carpet as she frantically tried to get her elbows under her.
Tellingly, Claire hadn’t asked Emma if she submitted yet despite the cries of
pain she was drawing from the bigger woman. She wanted to put the exclamation
point on her victory which she did as she pulled Emma to her feet by her breasts
once again. As Emma tottered, dazed, Claire delivered the coup de grace, a
straight punt to the crotch that sent Emma crashing to the floor and crying out
her submission as she rolled in agony on the floor.
‘No more, you win, you win!’ Emma cried out as she sobbed on the floor.
Claire was in no mood for sympathy or reconciliation though, throwing Emma’s
clothes at her and telling her ‘get dressed and get out you fucking loser
bitch!’
Emma did just that, hurriedly dressing and we left, Emma’s head bowed in defeat
to her former friend. Suffice to say that it was a quiet journey home. Emma had
taken two fearsome beatings in as many days and was in no mood for idle chat.
Meanwhile, I wondered if she would actually want to fight again, and if she did,
how the hell I was going to rebuild her shattered confidence?
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