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Indian Destroyer
By Wolfboy
Debbie takes on
the ‘Indian Destroyer’, and the winner fucks the loser.
It had been a couple of months since Debbie’s hard fought
victory over Italian fighter Fiona Morelli, and in keeping with that
international theme, Debbie’s next match was to be against Indian fighter
Rajinder Gujari. The Indian woman had a self styled nickname of the ‘Indian
Destroyer’ a nickname that Debbie assured me seemed to be appropriate for the
woman.
‘We’ll be travelling to her place for the match’ Debbie
told me ‘apparently, she has use of a gym with some private rooms, and the match
is going to take place there on a Sunday afternoon, so the place should be more
or less empty apparently. The rules are no ref, only you’re allowed to watch,
and the winner gets to fuck the loser if they want. Apart from that it’s
straight forward enough – no time limit, one submission to win, anything goes
apart from punching and kicking the head.’
‘You certainly seem to attract them Debbie’ I said ‘Like
that French girl Sophie. You sorted her out OK in the end though?’
‘True, but this one could be tough. She certainly lives
up to her nickname with a good record against some experienced catfighters, and
she screwed them all after she beat them. I’m OK with that being in the rules
though if she can beat me, I guess we just have to see how it goes.
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The day of the match saw us arrive early at the venue, a
nice private members gym where we were met by Rajinder who showed us to the room
– which was about 6 square metres, and mostly matted except for a small area
with an armchair where I would be sitting. The walls were bare plaster, but the
fight area was big enough that they would surely only come into play willingly.
‘Afraid we have to change in the room Debbie’ Rajinder
said, locking the door as she did so ‘Unless you fancy walking through the gym
in your underwear....’
‘Here will be just fine’ Debbie agreed ‘So, with no ref,
who decides if there’s a submission?’ she asked
‘It has to be verbal’ Rajinder explained ‘You should
honour the submission, then you have your way with the strap-on’ she said,
indicating a table in the corner
‘Fair enough’ Debbie agreed ‘I’ve no problem with that,
if you win you get to do whatever you want with those things’
Both women changed before me for the match, Rajinder
peeling off her tracksuit to reveal a black mesh bra and thong trimmed with sky
blue ribbon. Debbie meanwhile stripped naked before putting on a black lace
teddy with a deep plunge front showing off her cleavage. Both ladies were
barefoot; Debbie wore her hair loose as normal while Rajinder’s long, black hair
was tied in a ponytail.
Both women came on to the mats where Rajinder asked
Debbie what her stats were. ‘5 feet 7 inches, 146 lbs, 36c-26-36 and I have 18
wins and 7 defeats’ Debbie replied before adding ‘What about you Rajinder?’
‘I’m 5 feet 7 inches, 145 lbs; 38c-25-36 and I have 10
wins from 12 matches. It sounds like we’re quite well matched?’ Rajinder said
‘OK, you know the rules Debbie. Are you ready to start?’
Debbie nodded, and the match was underway. The two women
circled briefly before Rajinder was able to trip Debbie to the mat. Debbie
looked to roll clear, but the Indian woman was on her quickly and secured a body
scissor. Debbie bridged, looking for an escape route while Rajinder slowly
worked her arms into a loosely applied full nelson. With the hold applied,
Rajinder was able to hold the move with one hand, wasting little time getting
her free hand onto Debbie’s breasts, pulling them clear of Debbie’s outfit
before sensuously rubbing and squeezing them. The scissor was more trouble for
Debbie though as Rajinder’s strong thighs worked away on her stomach.
A stinging slap to the right breast brought a yelp from
Debbie, but then she was able to work her way free, briefly catching the Indian
woman in a body scissor of her own. Rajinder calmly used her feet to force
Debbie’s legs apart, and both women were back to their knees before the Indian
fighter showed impressive speed to again trap Debbie in a rear body scissor and
chin lock combination. Debbie groaned from the exertion of fighting the two
holds, but was able to work free of the chinlock, only for Rajinder to grab a
handful of her hair preventing any further escape, and soon, Debbie found
herself trapped in a full nelson again by the resourceful Indian fighter.
Debbie looked to wriggle free, only to find herself
flipped on to her stomach, face to the mat as Rajinder switched to a grapevine,
spreading Debbie’s legs wide. Rajinder asked Debbie if she ‘needed to submit?’,
but Debbie declined only to find Rajinder’s nails digging in to her breasts
against the mat. Debbie cried out in pain, but she seemed trapped to me until
Rajinder tried to position her for a face sit, and Debbie again squirmed free.
As she got to her feet, Debbie stomach punched the still
rising Indian woman, and as Rajinder doubled over, Debbie tried to take her to
the mat in a head scissor before looking to apply an arm bar. Both moves were
ineffective, but Debbie kept some control with the head scissor before she was
able to catch the Indian fighter in a face sit, gaining control of the match for
the first time. Rajinder showed her flexibility, reaching back with her legs to
try and wrap them around Debbie, who in turn lay as flat as possible across
Rajinder’s face to avoid the attack. Rajinder was soon breathing hard under the
smother as Debbie asked her if she was ‘OK down there?’, but the Indian ignored
her, instead bridging and inadvertently presenting her crotch as a target to
Debbie who wasted no time clamping on a crotch claw. The mesh of Rajinder’s
thong provided little protection from the attack, but reaching back had put
Debbie off balance enough for the Indian woman to work her way free before tying
Debbie up in a sleeper hold.
Now Debbie appeared to be in deep trouble as Rajinder
applied pressure to the hold in a steady, expert way, leaning her weight into
Debbie’s back. Slowly, Debbie was forced face down on the mats, her only saving
grace the fingers she had just been able to force inside the sleeper hold as it
was applied. Still, Debbie’s breathing became more laboured, and I felt she was
on the verge of having to submit as she was trapped in the sleeper for over two
minutes. She had one last desperation move left in her though, and threw an
elbow, catching Rajinder in the rib-cage. A second followed quickly, and this
time the Indian fighter was winded and forced to break the sleeper hold. Debbie
too was struggling to catch her breath, and as the match passed the ten minute
mark, neither woman was on her feet.
Debbie surprised me by beating Rajinder to her feet
before hitting the Indian fighter with a running shoulder tackle as she rose.
Rajinder dropped to the mat, and Debbie dropped an elbow across her breasts, and
then applied a headlock, lying with her weight on Rajinder. Debbie cranked
Rajinder’s neck and the ensuing pained yell gave Debbie chance to ask if
Rajinder had ‘had enough yet?’. The answer came through actions though as
Rajinder struck with a couple of body punches to Debbie’s stomach before
slipping her hand inside Debbie’s teddy and squeezing her left breast. Now
Debbie cried out, and then releasing the headlock, she brought the Indian woman
to her feet by her ponytail before delivering a powerful body slam.
The Indian fighter was winded as she found herself almost
caught in a split legged face sit by Debbie. Rajinder was only saved by quickly
locking her arms high on her chest. Despite that, Debbie held the advantage as
she looked to force Rajinder’s arms above her head and move into position for
the face pin. A body punch drew a groan from Rajinder, but also gave her the
chance to try and slip her fingers into Debbie’s pussy. Debbie was wise to the
move though, and with quick reactions she switched to try and catch Rajinder in
an arm bar. The Indian woman locked her hands again though, once more thwarting
Debbie’s attempt to go for a submission. Resisting Debbie’s attempts to apply
the hold, Rajinder was able to catch Debbie with a sharp elbow to the stomach,
followed by a second to the crotch, and Debbie rolled away clutching between her
legs in pain.
Rajinder looked to follow up now, splitting Debbie’s legs
whilst standing between them, before delivering a falling head butt to the pit
of the stomach. Showing her agility, Rajinder then floated up to secure a head
lock and part breast smother on Debbie, planting her 38c breasts on Debbie’s
face. Rajinder clearly had a plan to arouse Debbie as well as punish her now,
and her fingers were soon rubbing and caressing Debbie’s crotch maintaining a
sensuous rhythm. Debbie responded to the attentions of the Indian woman, her
hips rising to meet the probing fingers, before Rajinder switched tactics with
another body punch, and then she brought Debbie to her feet still maintaining
her headlock.
A slap to Debbie’s face followed from Rajinder while
Debbie responded by putting her nails to use on Rajinder’s ass before she found
herself hip-thrown back to the mat. Rajinder moved to trap Debbie in a side head
scissor, her thighs squeezing Debbie’s head while she again uncovered Debbie’s
breasts, slipping her teddy down to her waist. Rajinder again went to work,
arousing Debbie’s nipples with her sensuous touch before slapping her hard
across the breasts. ‘Bitch!’ Debbie grimaced as Rajinder again rubbed away on
Debbie’s breasts before unleashing a second salvo of slaps to punish her
opponent.
‘Had enough now?’ Rajinder asked ‘Shall I get my strap on
and fuck you now bitch?’
‘No’ Debbie replied before trying to prise the Indian
woman’s legs apart to free herself from the scissor hold that had her trapped on
the mat. Another slap across her breasts slowed Debbie up briefly though before
she was able to start working her way free once more. Slowly, Debbie was able to
prise Rajinder’s legs apart until she freed herself from the scissor hold and
was able to move quickly into a pinning position, sitting on Rajinder’s stomach
with her back to the Indian woman’s face.
Debbie made the mistake though of responding to
Rajinder’s sexual attacks by slipping Rajinder’s thong aside and starting to
work her fingers inside her pussy. Rajinder took the attack calmly, manoeuvring
Debbie into a position where she could mount another attack of her own. Firstly,
Rajinder got Debbie from on top of her to a position where she was sitting on
the mat, still with her fingers working the Indian’s pussy. Rajinder was able to
quickly trap both of Debbie’s arms in what was pretty much a double overhead arm
bar. On top of that, Rajinder got her left leg behind Debbie’s head using her
thigh to crank Debbie’s head forward. The final piece of the jigsaw came as
Rajinder’s other leg dropped down on Debbie’s body, her foot slowly caressing
Debbie’s crotch.
‘Shit!’ Debbie cried as she knew she was trapped, before
she started to look for a way out, her steady sobs of pain growing more
desperate by the minute. ‘I’ve got you right now Debbie’ Rajinder told her ‘Want
to give up now?’ There was no answer forthcoming, but Debbie continued to
struggle, so Rajinder kept her trapped, slowly increasing the pressure on Debbie
who still cried out in pain. The final straw for Debbie was when Rajinder
trapped her again in the head scissor, twisting her head and neck painfully. At
the same time, Rajinder controlled Debbie’s arms with one of her own arms and
again started to play Debbie’s breasts with her free hand.
‘Oww, Oooh, Nooo!........I give , I give’ Debbie cried,
instantly getting released from her predicament at the hands of the Indian
fighter who kissed Debbie before telling her ‘Take off your clothes and stay
there Debbie, I have something for you!’ With that, Rajinder walked to the
table, picked up her strap on, and walked slowly back to the centre of the mats
while I settled back to watch the show that was about to unfold before my
eyes.............
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