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Maternal Maulers  

By Wolfboy

Sara meets a rival in a dirt pit fight to the finish

It had been some while since we had heard from Sara in action, just long enough in fact that Emma was starting to question ‘if that bitch has given up catfighting after I whipped her ass last time’. The answer to that was apparently no, but Sara had taken something of a break from the catfight world, before she reappeared for a catfight challenge against a goth girl known as Kate. The match was to be held in a dry dirt pit which was about 4 feet deep, outdoors in the deep south of the United States. Sanctioned by the Southern Belles catfight association, the match wasn’t for a title or anything like that. The match was entirely about pride between two tough women who wanted to fight each other. They had met at the maternity ward; both having given birth to children on the same day; when they got talking both discovered that the other was a catfighter. Over time, that discovery turned to challenge, turned to outright animosity, and so three months to the day after they had given birth, the two women would meet to fight it out in the pit, each wanting to prove to the other that they were the better woman.

At 5 feet 5 inches, 150lbs and with 36DDD breasts Kate came to the fight boasting a good record of 15 fights with 12 wins and 3 defeats. Most of her matches had been held privately rather than in a catfighting organisation, but she was evidently quite a competent fighter. Her favoured style was a simple no holds barred catfight; best woman forces the other to concede the match. Sara was comfortable with the style, she just liked to fight and felt that she held the advantage in size and experience over the brunette fighter. Sara accepted Kate’s challenge and the match was on, Sara using contacts within the Southern Belles association to get the contest fully set up. The match was being fought on property owned by the Southern Belles guaranteeing the privacy that such a match would demand. A small crowd was allowed to be in place to watch the fight and it was a former rival of Sara’s, Keighley who brought a copy of the match to Emma to watch, telling her, ‘I think you might be interested in this’.

‘I wondered what had been keeping that bitch out of action’ Emma told me as we settled down later that evening to watch the fight. I had been surprised that Sara had faded from the scene it seemed after that victory of Emma’s on the beach, but as it turned out, she had now given birth to a second daughter. ‘It seems soon for her to be back fighting’ Emma remarked as I put the DVD into the player before returning to the sofa, ‘but I suppose if the other bitch has given birth around the same time, there’s no real advantage either way’ she continued. ‘I suppose not’ I agreed, ‘but Sara is pretty tough, and I guess this Kate has got under her skin enough to tempt her back in this early.’

‘Seems that way’ Emma agreed as the picture faded up to show the dirt pit that the two women would fight in. The sunshine suggested that the pit would be dry, rather than the muddy pit it would doubtless have become in the rain. A referee stood in the centre of the pit at the moment, awaiting the two women to enter it. First to enter was the long-haired brunette, Kate wearing an emerald green pair of cheer shorts along with a matching vest top. She was barefoot, her finger and toe nails painted a matching green colour to her outfit. Her long brunette hair, just lightly wavy hung to the middle of her back, the bright sunlight making it look alive with colour as she headed to her corner of the pit. She didn’t have to wait more than a few seconds for Sara to also enter the pit; Sara, her long hair a strawberry blonde colour also hanging to the middle of her back, wore an outfit identical in style to Kate’s but in her favoured bright red colour. She too was barefoot, and sporting matching nail varnish. Tellingly both women were sporting long nails that looked likely to be weapons in what seemed to be something of a grudge fight.

There was a small crowd gathered around the pit to watch the fight which the referee set about calling to order as she would also act as an announcer for proceedings. ‘Folks, this is sanctioned by the Southern Belles catfight association, and it is a grudge challenge match. It is no holds barred and it is a one submission fight without time limit. We will have a winner this afternoon’ she began. ‘Our first fighter, on my right wearing green is Kate. Kate is 5 feet 5 inches, 150lbs and has 36DDD breasts. Her catfight record is 12 wins and 3 defeats. Her opponent is former Southern Belles champion, wearing red, Sara. Sara is 5 feet 9 inches, 165lbs and has 38F breasts. Her catfight record is 37 wins with 10 defeats. OK ladies, you know this is no holds barred. I’ll only break it up when one of you makes the other submit. Let’s fight!’

The action was underway, and the two women, evidently keen to rip into each other barely took a second to weigh each other up before getting the fight underway at a ferocious pace. Sara, using her height advantage stung Kate with two fast slaps to the cheek; the shorter brunette surprised Sara by walking straight through the second slap to whip a right hand into the strawberry blonde’s stomach as she got into range to grab the hair. Sara might have been surprised briefly, and she let out a small moan as she felt Kate’s fingers wrap in her hair, but she reciprocated immediately, going to Kate’s long brunette hair as well. Now the two women locked eyes as they each strained to impose their will on the other, pulling at the hair, tearing and snarling at each other as they did so. Now Sara showed her catfight pedigree for the first time in the match, removing one hand from Kate’s hair to deliver a slap and grab on the brunette’s right breast, drawing a little moan of pain. Both women’s breasts were sensitive to attack for sure, and Sara had a good grip early on Kate’s right breast only for the brunette to cut her off with a sharp knee to the body. Sara touched down on a knee, a little winded by the blow, and Kate landed with a hard, chopping right hand to the jaw, dropping the strawberry blonde fighter to her back in the dirt pit for the first time.

She wasn’t down for long, Kate grabbing the front of her red vest top to start to pull Sara to her feet only to be surprised as her scarlet clad foe landed with a right hand to the pit of her stomach, forcing her off. Both women were back to their feet quickly though, circling with a little more caution as the opening exchanges had shown that both had their ways of hurting the other. That caution didn’t last long though, the apparent animosity between the two outweighing it quickly as they locked up again in the centre of the pit, this time Sara paint brushing Kate’s cheeks with two fast slaps. The brunette grunted as she took that though, and latched both hands on to Sara’s F cup breasts, apparently squeezing effectively as Sara’s hands immediately went to Kate’s attempting to prise them off her. That proved to be a mistake as Kate snaked a leg behind the blonde fighter’s right leg, and delivering a surprise headbutt to the face she had Sara seeing stars as she pushed her onto her back in the pit once more. Now Kate took up a pinning position, sat across Sara’s thighs, effectively stopping her from forcing her way back to her feet. Leaning in now, Kate set about kneading Sara’s breasts, punishing the already tender flesh as she quickly drew a cry of pain and concern from her blonde opponent. ‘Owww, fucking bitch!’ Sara moaned as Kate gleefully continued to work on her, long emerald green painted nails clearly having their impact despite the red vest top getting between them and the breast flesh. Sara’s face betrayed the pain she was feeling, and Kate had her pretty well trapped, perhaps sensing that she could force an early submission as she continued to squeeze, maul and twist Sara’s breasts with abandon down in the dirt. Sara gritted her teeth, knowing she had to fight back or the brunette wildcat was probably going to milk her and maul her into submission. Cocking her fist, she reared her right arm back, aiming a punch at Kate’s stomach. To her surprise though, the brunette caught the punch, stopping it from striking home as she showed impressive reflexes in defence. Now Sara cried out as she felt the brunette trying to twist the trapped arm into a painful arm lock. It was looking for all the world like Kate had the impressive strawberry blonde’s number, but Sara had more than one trick up her sleeve, and as the brunette focussed on a breast maul and arm lock combination, Sara struck cruelly with a short, hard left hand into the rib cage of the brunette mauler.

Now it was Kate’s turn to be taken by surprise, and she let out a groan as Sara’s knuckles sunk deep into her curvy body, slamming into her rib cage and driving the air from her momentarily. Sara struck again now, a second left hand to the same place as she fought to free herself from the difficult pinning position, and this time she was successful, Kate clutching at her side as she rolled off Sara to the floor of the dirt pit. Sara continued her attack, lashing out with a foot that caught the brunette in the breasts, softening her up a little but as Sara came back to her knees and reached for the hair to pull Kate to her feet, she was once again surprised, this time by a rake of the eyes that left her floundering for vision as Kate landed a solid looking punch to the stomach. The first punch landed low, and Kate’s target the second time was even lower, going more to the crotch as she had the strawberry blonde gasping for air, on her knees, on the ground in the dirt pit.

So far, Kate had seemed to be able to beat the apparently more experienced strawberry blonde fighter to the punch. We both knew Sara to be tough and resourceful, but after her layoff from competitive fighting, we wondered if she was just missing a step at the moment. I guess that Kate could also have found herself suffering from the same thing, but she remained on top, getting to her feet to land a raking kick across the breasts that knocked the blonde onto her back in the dirt. It seemed that the brunette had a tactic to soften up Sara’s breasts at every opportunity, something she did again with a cruel stomp to the right breast down on the ground before pulling Sara to her feet by her long hair once more. ‘You’re nothing bitch!’ Kate told the ailing blonde, punctuating the sentiment with a stinging slap to the face. ‘I’ll milk your saggy udders and make you submit to me’ the brunette added with menace as she once again latched on to Sara in a double breast maul, but this time she was cut short straight away as Sara sunk a two punch combination into her belly before dragging her to the ground in a tight side headlock, one hand woven in the brunette’s hair as she pushed her F cup breasts into to Kate’s face.

That looked an effective hold from Sara, Kate immediately groaning as she felt the power that Sara was imparting with the headlock. She felt the burning pain in her scalp too as Sara’s fingers pulled hard on her brunette locks, and the strawberry blonde fighter looked like she may have the scrappy brunette under control now with the smothering effect of her breasts added to the mix. That proved to be something of a double-edged sword for Sara though. There was no question that the breasts in the face were having some smothering effect on her, but at the same time, the move put them in close proximity of Kate’s mouth, the brunette wasting no time in sinking her teeth into Sara’s right breast. ‘Fucking bitch!’ Sara moaned at loud as she felt the molar mauling her brunette rival was inflicting on her. The scarlet clad strawberry blonde looked to redouble her effort with the headlock, cranking hard on it and trying to force her mouth away from her breasts. While the tightened headlock drew a shriek of concern and pain from Kate, it did little to alleviate Sara’s predicament either as she once more felt Kate’s teeth in her sensitive breast flesh, the thin fabric of her vest top doing very little to protect her.

Now the scarlet clad strawberry blonde decided she had felt enough of Kate’s teeth in her breasts for now, and she released the hair, delivering a clubbing elbow to Kate’s body. As Kate let out a moan from that, Sara seamlessly went to the brunette’s hair, forcing her to her feet as she also made her way to her feet in the dirt pit. Sara wasted no time either in looking to lift Kate, knowing that a body slam in the unforgiving dirt pit was likely to be a devastating move in the fight. Kate knew it too, neither woman would want to take the heavy body slam on the firm surface and she blocked the move, attempting to strike with a knee to the body as she did so. Sara was waiting on that though, catching the leg against her body as it struck home and she quickly swept Kate’s standing leg out from under her, sending her hard to the floor of the pit. Now Sara followed her down with a full body splash that drove the air from Kate’s body, and she looked to move up her body to a schoolgirl pinning position. Kate, showing a great sense of self perseveration at this point was quick to scissor Sara’s left leg around the thigh though, stopping her from completing that move, and something of a stalemate ensued. Sara was unable to complete her move; Kate meanwhile wasn’t really in the sort of position from which she could fight back from easily. Switching tactic, Sara went straight to the most obvious target, sinking in a double breast claw on Kate’s left breast, her nails digging in as both hands twisted and mauled Kate’s breast drawing a howl of pain from the brunette.

‘How does that feel bitch?’ Sara enquired snidely as she kept up the punishment only to take a right hand to the body before Kate grabbed the front of her vest top, pulling hard and starting to tear the fabric as she did so. The flimsy fabric of the vest tops was likely to offer little resistance under a concerted effort from Kate to rip it, and it forced Sara to break off from her breast attack momentarily at least. Sara had no interest in protecting and defending her top from Kate though, no, she just wanted to make sure that if she was rendered topless by the brunette that the score was evened up immediately. Sara tore with equal abandon now at the emerald green vest top that Kate wore and in a matter of moments both fighters had succeeded in rendering the other topless down on the floor of the dirt pit. Kate still scissored Sara’s leg, the position of relative stalemate still in place, but now both women sunk their talons into the other’s bare breasts as the savagery of the fight went up a notch. Both squealed and shrieked with pain as their eyes bore into each other’s, enjoying every slight indication of weakness in the other. In this exchange though, Sara held the upper hand for the first time able to use her position to bear down on the brunette from above. She trapped both of Kate’s nipples between thumb and forefinger, using the nail in both to the draw a loud shriek from Kate now as the brunette fighter felt Sara starting to work her breasts over with increasing effect.

The brunette knew she needed to respond to the tit mauling attack from Sara now, and she looked to grab a hold of Sara’s long strawberry blonde hair. An experienced fighter though, Sara had been waiting on something like that from Kate and she ducked her head back out of range to avoid the brunettes grasp. As she did so though, Kate struck again, this time with a left-hand punch in to the pit of the stomach that surprised Sara, driving the air from her body momentarily and suddenly she was, once again, trying to put distance between herself and her grounded opponent as she looked to scramble clear. Now Kate lashed out a foot, catching Sara in the side with it and knocking her to the ground in the dirt pit and the brunette had her chance to turn the tables once more on the battling blonde. A chance which she looked to take as she got to her knees before diving at Sara, bundling her back to the ground as she had just made it to all fours. It looked like an unseemly catball, the two topless women screaming and yelling at each other as they grabbed for hair, shorts, tits; anything that they could get a grip of seemed fair game at this point. It was with a handful of Sara’s red shorts that Kate seized the advantage, using the grip to roll the strawberry blonde to her back where Kate immediately was on her, delivering a falling headbutt to her breasts before riding her forearm roughly across Sara’s throat. A good handful of hair helped Kate with that hold, making sure that Sara wasn’t able to get away from the choke hold with ease before she looked to move into a position sitting on Sara’s stomach to pin her.

Now It was Sara who had to defend furiously, lifting her legs to hold Kate at bay as she made her first attempt to straddle the strawberry blonde’s body. That earned her a hard right hand to the belly, but again she held firm as Kate tried to move in to that position, straddling her, once more. It was frustration for the brunette, but she held the choke and the hair grip, which meant she had the blonde in trouble. She could perhaps afford to bide her time, wear Sara down, but instead she took the situation into her own hands, breaking the choke which was a brief respite for Sara until she took a shuddering forearm to the jaw down in the dirt that stunned her and left her wide open as Kate quickly moved into the pinning position, sitting down hard on Sara’s stomach as she did so. ‘Get ready to submit bitch!’ Kate warned Sara before sinking her emerald green nails into both of Sara’s breasts immediately drawing a cry of pain from the blonde as she felt Kate’s fingers once again starting to work her sensitive breasts.

Sara reached for Kate’s brunette tresses now, trying to grab her and pull her off her. The brunette managed to stay out of range for now though, and as she started to focus her attack solely on Sara’s right breast, the blonde looked to be in big trouble in this down and dirty catfight between the two recent mothers. ‘Give up slut!’ Kate screamed in Sara’s face as the blonde’s eyes closed tightly in pain and Kate’s fingers started to work her breast with increasing intensity. Unable to grab for Kate’s hair, Sara went for the next best target and she clamped on a double breast claw of her own, her scarlet nails quickly sinking into Kate’s breasts, at least providing her with a means to fight back. She was pinned though, and as Kate lifted and then dropped her butt back down on Sara’s stomach repeatedly, it seemed that she was starting to take the fight out of the blonde, one butt drop at a time. Indeed, after five butt drops in quick succession, Sara was momentarily still, trying to fill her lungs with air as Kate cruelly dipped her head forward, delivering a short headbutt to the chin before she got her mouth around Sara’s right nipple for a few moments, biting, then sucking as Sara’s teeth remained gritted in pain and fear of finding herself milked by her tough brunette opponent. Now Kate lifted her head again, both hands once more going to Sara’s right breast, squeezing hard, the look of joy on Kate’s face in distinct contrast to that of Sara whose face was contorted in pain now as the first traces of white fluid started to flow from her nipple. ‘Give up bitch!’ Kate implored her, adding ‘I’ll fucking milk you dry blondie’ as she squeezed hard once more.

‘Noooooo!’ Sara cried out in pain, but she was preparing to fight back as well, not happy to lie there and take the milking from Kate. ‘Fuck you’ she spat as she balled up right fist, and landed a real haymaker to the ribs of the currently dominant brunette. That was effective enough, and it was quickly followed up by a second right hand to the ribs, then a chopping blow to the breasts as well. That one earned Sara a slap to the face, but she took it, gritting her teeth once more and slamming another hard right hand into the rib cage of the brunette, finally knocking Kate off her and to the floor of the dirt pit. Massaging her tender right breast, Sara rolled to her knees, willing her body to get back to her feet and get back into the fight. Across the dirt pit, Kate was doing the same, clutching at her side as she fought her way back to her feet quicker, and she rushed over looking to catch Sara before she made it to her own feet, A mistake on Kate’s part though; a wily veteran of a number of tough catfights, Sara was waiting on her and a straight punch to the crotch stopped the onrushing brunette in her tracks. Staying on her knees, it was an uppercut to the breasts that Sara used to great effect now, the first one setting Kate onto rubber legs before the second one, delivered with extra vigour put the brunette on her backside in the dirt.

Now Sara got to her feet, and unlike Kate, she didn’t make the mistake of rushing in, instead raking a kick across the chest of the brunette, knocking her on to her back now. Sara quickly grabbed both legs, spreading them before she delivered a cruel stomp to the pit of the stomach, grinding her foot into Kate’s body as she moved it ever lower until she was grinding it into her pussy. ‘How do you like that fucking slut!?’ Sara yelled at the brunette who cried out in pain in response to show that she clearly didn’t like it at all as Sara quickly moved on, flipping her to her front as if to apply a boston crab. Kate cried out, fearing the debilitating pain of the hold only to be surprised when Sara released her legs, letting them drop to the ground in the dirt pit before she delivered a nasty elbow, right across Kate’s lower back. It was a clever move, crushing the brunette between her elbow and the floor of the pit. Sara didn’t give her a moment to recover that though, a vicious double handful of hair used to immediately force Kate to all fours where a hard kick to the breasts had the brunette in pain once more. Sara was on her quickly again too, back to the hair, forcing her to her knees and measuring Kate for a hard right hand to the jaw that rocked the brunette, sending her to her back in the pit.

Sara was on her feet, methodical now in her attack, not wishing to get caught out by a surprise attack from Kate as she felt that she had things going her way. Closing in on Kate as she rolled on to her back, and grabbing a handful of her hair, she also placed the sole of her right foot squarely across Kate’s throat for a moment, a cruel choke hold that had the ailing brunette fighting for air for a moment. That Sara broke the choke quite quickly was of brief relief for Kate as Sara raised her foot instead, slamming it down on Kate’s right breast hard. Kate screamed out in pain now as she felt the foot crush her breast against her body. Sara had things heading her way quite nicely now, and she repeated the dose, this time slamming the foot down equally hard in to the brunette’s left breast, drawing another loud scream of pain from her. ‘Awwww…...do your little titties hurt Katie?’ Sara taunted now as she stood over her before going back to the hair. Using that grip, she forced Kate to her feet before instantly using that grip of her brunette locks to throw her roughly across the pit. There was no give in the surface of the pit, something that Kate could attest to now as she felt the impact on the dirt floor take a little bit more of the fight out of her. Sara seemed to have things increasingly under her control now, and she wore the confident look of a woman who knew it, patiently waiting for Kate to fight her way back to all fours before sinking a soccer style kick into the stomach of her brunette rival.

It was evident that the layoff had taken none of Sara’s brutal intensity away from her fighting style, and she continued the attack on Kate now, forcing her to her feet, this time using a handful of Kate’s emerald green shorts as she forced them up into something of a wedgie. Kate tried to fight back now, an ineffective right hand to the body that Sara shrugged off with ease before delivering a stinging slap across Kate’s breasts. The noise of hand on breast was clearly audible around the dirt pit as Sara had Kate reeling, a second slap landing high to breast and throat that set Kate on rubbery legs now. Sara clearly wasn’t finished with her just yet, but she did deliver a move that took the fight clean out of Kate, sliding a hand between her thighs, Sara lifted Kate, parading the 150lb brunette around the pit for a moment before planting her with an authoritative body slam right in the centre of the pit. The slam could be a devastating move when delivered with intent in the ring or on mats; on those surfaces there was some give. Here in the dirt pit, there was no give at all, and the cry of pain from Kate, followed by the low moan that she continued to make down on the floor of the pit suggested that she was out of the match now.

‘Get ready bitch; you gave me the idea. I’m going to milk you now. Fucking slut!’ Sara told Kate, dropping down to straddle her body on the floor of the pit. Cruelly though, she first sat in a reverse pin position, not a face sit, but bouncing her ass on Kate’s breasts. From that position, she hammered two hard right hands deep into the pit of Kate’s stomach, making sure that the air was crushed out of her body, down in the dirt. Then she shifted her position back a little further; still not a face sit position, but Kate found her chin right up against the butt of Sara in the pin. Worse for the brunette, her breasts were now fully open for Sara to attack, something she started to do with glee, hammering a salvo of punches into each breast. Kate cried out in pain as she felt Sara’s knuckles pummelling her sensitive breasts now, knowing that if she couldn’t fight back, worse was going to follow quickly for her. Desperately, Kate reached for Sara’s long strawberry blonde hair, grabbing and pulling as hard as she could now, forcing Sara to arch her back and take the pain as she tried to keep her dominant position. Then Sara struck again, just at the point where she was starting to moan in pain from the vicious hairpulling of Kate; a crotch punch her weapon of choice to put Kate’s show of defiance down with authority.

‘Now bitch, you’re going to pay for that’ Sara snarled at Kate. ‘Keep your fucking dirty hands out of my hair!’ she continued, punctuating the end of the statement with a sharp, nail strike to Kate’s right breast. Kate let out a cry of pain now, but she was trapped and Sara cut the cry short with a hard right hand to the stomach, before repeating the nail strike, this time to the left breast. It was pretty evident that Sara was starting to soften Kate up now; she showed little interest in locking in an inescapable submission hold, rather banking instead on Kate’s toughness to allow her to dish out a beating to the brunette. Shifting her position again, she made sure her butt was pressed right up against Kate’s chin again, forcing the brunette’s head back, and then she sunk her claws into both of Kate’s breasts, grabbing, twisting hard as she drew rapidly intensifying cries of pain from Kate.

Warming to her task now, Sara continued her attack on Kate’s breasts with great aplomb as she continued to maul them. ‘Oh……’ Sara taunted her rival now ‘I think that milk is coming now isn’t it bitch?’ before quickly moving her butt back to smother Kate for a moment. All the time though, Sara was continuing her ferocious breast attack, laughing with sadistic glee as she noticed that Kate’s breasts had given in to her incessant kneading, and we’re starting to give up her breast milk. Slowly for sure, but Sara knew that she had her now and she was content to bring Kate to her feet one last time knowing that the brunette was little threat to her now. Going behind Kate, she kept up the pressure on her tits with a double claw hold to help maintain the steady flow of milk before she used that grip to cruelly lift and drop Kate on her butt right there in the centre of the dirt pit. Then using the double claw grip, she dragged Kate closer to the side of the pit, slipping in behind her as she wrapped her strong legs around Kate’s waist, hands still mauling her tits. Now Sara could brace herself against the wall of the dirt pit, adding extra strength to her scissor hold; but equally it was her tit mauling that really had Kate in trouble.

‘Please……please stop’ Kate sobbed, the pain in her tits coupled with the ruthless milking that she was suffering at Sara’s hands not aiding her mental state in the ring now. ‘Then submit bitch!’ Sara replied, increasing the tempo and ferocity of her breast mauling as she did so, now drawing the milk from her rivals’ breasts with increasing speed. Kate refused to submit; at least that is to say that her sobs of pain didn’t include a specific admittance of her defeat, but Sara was ready now to finish her off. Kate’s breasts were reddened by the constant mauling from the strawberry blonde, covered now in her own breast milk, and it might have been reasonable to expect Sara to stick with the tit mauling to finish Kate off. She did that in part, her right hand maintaining an iron grip on Kate’s right breast, ensuring the pain and the milk continued to flow in equal measure there. It was Sara’s left arm that completed the submission move though, snaking tightly around Kate’s throat from behind in a tight rear choke. Now Kate reached for Sara’s arm, trying desperately to pry it away from around her throat, but she was exhausted by the gruelling match now, and she no longer had the strength to fight Sara off.

It was a shrewd move from the tough blonde as well. She knew that as much trouble as Kate was in, her pride was likely going to stop her from submitting easily. There was no amount of determination that was going to stop her from being choked out though, and Sara had her bang to rights, the hold staying tightly in place. ‘Give or go out’ Sara stated simply ‘your choice Katie, I don’t care. I’m going to win either way bitch!’

‘Nooooo’ Kate moaned now, before continuing ‘please stop’, a scream then escaping her lips as Sara tore at her breast once more.

‘Do you submit the match?’ Sara asked the brunette ‘because that sounded like you did to me?’

‘Nooooo’ Kate moaned once more, trying to deny the obvious fact that she was done. Then she screamed again, Sara tearing at her breast one last time, the milk covering her otherwise reddened breast.

There was still no obvious submission from Kate, but now it didn’t matter anymore, as the brunette had faded now, and it was the referee who took interest in the proceedings now. He reached in to check on Kate, lifting her arm and allowing it to fall, limply, to the ground. Once more the referee lifted the arm, as Sara cranked on the choke once more, and allowed it to fall without resistance back to the dirt. ‘It’s over!’ the referee shouted, calling for the end of the contest to give Sara the victory, ‘break the hold Sara’ he instructed ‘she’s done’

Sara did exactly as she was asked at that point, leaning back, exhausted herself against the wall of the dirt pit as she raised a hand weakly in victory. There was no doubt that Sara was the clear victor, but it was also evident that the fight had taken a toll on both women. Sara still had once more exclamation point to put on her victory though as she finally got to her feet, stripping Kate of her emerald green shorts and taking them with her as she left the pit, limping in sheer exhaustion as she made her way back from the pit to the dressing room.

‘Well’ Emma offered as the DVD reached the end of the match ‘she’s still one tough bitch. I think that they were both in trouble though at times. And that fight; that’s got to have taken it out of her I would say. I doubt we’ll be seeing Sara back in action for a little while again after that.’

I nodded in general agreement, but knowing Sara to be a tough woman, proud of her fighting ability, I did wonder if we might see her sooner than we expected.