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Sammy’s Revenge

By Wolfboy

Sammy is out to prove herself in a storeroom brawl against Sara

‘Get that fucking American cunt for me again Steve, I’ve got unfinished business with her. She’s going to be my bitch this time’ Sammy told me one afternoon over the phone. Since her first meeting with Sara, she’d asked me to arrange her some more fights which I’d been happy enough to do, providing the kind of private setting that she needed to indulge in her brand of fighting action. I’d heard rumour that she had been involved in a more public catfight recently too during the results announcement following a local election.

‘I’ll see what I can do Sammy’ I told her. ‘I imagine she’ll be OK with it though. I’ve not seen Sara turn down a fight yet. What do you have in mind?’ I asked the busty blonde.

‘Simple’ Sammy told me ‘anything goes until one of us gives up...then the loser gets fucked’ she laughed, adding ‘and you can tell that bitch she’s going to be the one getting fucked.’

‘I’ll pass your message on in full’ I assured Sammy before asking her ‘where do you want to fight her? Is the club OK?’

‘The club will be fine’ Sammy agreed, ‘but it’s got to be the harshest environment you can find in there Steve. She was going to fight me in a back alley the first time around, so she’ll do it, and I’m going to hurt her in there’ she told me ominously.

Sara was predictably easy to track down, and even easier to get to agree to the fight. ‘Fine’ had been her response ‘looks like I need to teach that bitch another lesson. I just make one stipulation, no weapons. The venue can be as harsh as she likes, but it’s woman to woman, just us and the few clothes we wear allowed as a means to settle it. If she agrees to that, then tell her I’ll come and fuck her up again just to make sure she knows who is best’ Sara had told me.

So that was it settled, the fight was on and I just had to find the most suitable location within the club. A bit of an after hours search one day turned up a choice of two places that might work. There was the tiled floor of a locker room, surrounded by tall metal lockers and wooded benches around a sizeable floor area. Alternatively there was a small, dingy, unused storeroom; much smaller with a bare concrete floor, unused metal racking around the walls and lit by a single bare lightbulb. Sammy’s choice was for the storeroom, a decision made before she’d seen either location, but probably the right choice for someone looking for a harsh fight. The small floor area would force both women together, the floor and the racking would be harsh and punishing. Above all, it had the closest feel to a back alley brawl that was likely to be found in the relatively plush surrounds of a racquet club.

The arrangements for the fight were as they had been before; I would get to lock the club up on the night in question, allowing the two women to come in and do their worst to each other after the club was officially closed and empty of members. On the night, Sammy arrived first and having been satisfied by a quick look at the room I had suggested she headed to one of the locker rooms to prepare for the fight. Sara was only a few minutes behind Sammy in arriving, and the strawberry blonde American was in a focussed mood as she quickly headed to the other locker room, leaving me to ponder what was sure to be a hard fight for both ladies. Their previous meeting had seen both women enjoy their time on top, Sammy starting the fight well, with Sara taking over later in the fight to ultimately win. After that, I had seen Sammy fight impressively on a few occasions and of course, I knew very well what Sara was capable of in a fight as well. The biggest difference perhaps between the two women in my view was that Sammy was probably more a street fighter while Sara was more a catfighter at heart. Both were perfectly capable of crossing the boundaries between the styles, and with an overtly apparent dislike between the two ladies as well, a hard fight was guaranteed. As I headed to the two locker rooms to collect both powerful blondes and lead them to the stark setting of the storeroom, the atmosphere between both women crackled with unspoken hostility. Sara and Sammy both stared a hole in each other as they sized the other woman up; Sammy wanted to get her revenge, Sara wanted to kick her ass once again and establish herself clearly as the better woman.

I opened the door to the storeroom, switched on that single bare lightbulb that cast its harsh light on to the hard concrete floor, glinted off the edges of the bare metal racking, and both ladies stepped confidently in to the room. ‘Rules?’ I asked them both as they stood, still staring a hole through each other.

‘None’ Sammy suggested ‘until one gives up and then they get fucked. That OK cunt?’ she asked Sara.

‘Fine’ the strawberry blonde American shot back ‘how about we lose the dresses as well?’ she asked, adding ‘get your fat tits out so I can rip them off bitch?’

Sammy didn’t answer that challenge verbally, instead simply taking off her tight black dress that hugged every curve of her body, unfastened her black lace bra and stepped to the door to place them in a neatly folded pile outside the room. Sara did the same, removing the bright pink strappy summer dress she had worn to walk to the room, already topless as she walked to the door to place her dress on the floor outside the room. Now both women were ready to go. Sammy in black lace thong, black hold up stockings and black high heels; Sara in a pink satin thong that matched her now discarded dress in colour and a pair of nude strappy heels. ‘As last time ladies’ I said now ‘try not to kill each other, and when one of you gives up that’s the end of the fighting. Apart from that, I’m going to sit out here and let you get on with it. So I’d say fight when you’re ready!’ I told them.

‘Come on you fucking Yank slag!’ Sammy challenged Sara, rushing in to make a fast paced start to the match as she forced Sara straight back to the harsh racking. Sara gasped as her back hit the unforgiving steel hard, but she blocked Sammy’s attempt to fire a right hand into the body and she immediately stunned the British blonde with a short headbutt to the face that set Sammy reeling. Now Sara swarmed in with a flurry of slaps fired towards Sammy’s face as she tried to back her p to the racking before looking to fire in a knee to the body. Sammy blocked now, holding the knee against her body, and delivering a punch to the chest, she dropped Sara to her backside on the cold, hard, floor. Sara scrambled back quickly, avoiding a kick from Sammy, and getting back to her feet as the first thirty seconds of the fight showed both women to be effective fighters. There was no circling between the two ladies here; both had come to fight and they came back together, wrapping a left hand in each other’s blonde hair and taking the chance to light the other’s body up with some stinging right hands. Sara worked to the breasts of her busty British rival with hard uppercuts delivered with unerring accuracy. Sammy gritted her teeth and took the blows, firing back and targetting Sara’s belly with some shuddering powerful punches in return as the two ladies remained intertwined, broadly at the centre of the room.

Sammy, landing a punch to the belly that almost lifted Sara from her feet with its power, started again to force the American back, hoping to trap her against the metal racking. A second hard punch landed, the groan of pain audible from Sara, and suddenly Sammy had both hands wrapped up in her strawberry blonde locks, forcing her head back as she rushed her hard into the racking once more. The nature of the racking with shelves at differing heights meant that one shelf hit Sara across the shoulders, another across the lower back, each delivering a harsh impact, before Sammy went with a knee to the body. Landing that successfully, now the busty British blonde leaned her body into Sara, pinning her in against the racking in much the same way she had utilised the squash court wall early in their first fight. A hand clamped roughly over Sara’s nose and mouth too as Sammy looked to add an effective hand smother to the mix, aiming to weaken the blonde more as she worked away to the body again with her knees.

Sara tried to push her off, only to groan with pain as Sammy used the hand across the mouth and nose to painfully twist her head to the side before delivering another knee to the stomach now as she started to control the early part of the fight. She broke free of Sara now, returning the favour with a headbutt of her own to the cheek, before she quickly turned the American’s chest to the racking and delivered two cruel, effective punches to the kidney area. That drew another groan of pain from Sara who arched her back and looked like collapsing to her knees before she used the racking to steady herself again. Sammy had delivered the blows and then backed up towards the centre of the room, content to take her time. She’d said she was going to hurt Sara and evidently she was quite happy to take as long as she wanted over doing just that.

That was a bit of a risk with a woman like Sara I thought as I looked on from the doorway; if you were on top against her, it seemed wise to me to keep up the tempo of your attacks. That said, as the two women came back together, it was again Sammy who was a little quicker on the draw, slapping Sara hard in the face before using her flowing strawberry blonde locks to pull the American into a rudimentary side headlock, face pressed in tightly against her breasts. It wasn’t a move designed to hurt Sara by itself though, no, instead it was one designed to bring her face into the perfect position for the British blonde to punish her with three short sharp punches up into the face. Then Sammy shrieked in surprise as Sara sunk her teeth hungrily into her big breasts, threatening to turn the tables in a split second. Sammy’s eyes betrayed the pain she was suddenly feeling as she tried to push Sara away only to find that her American foe wasn’t relinquishing her bite on her breasts that easily. Now Sara shot in a punch low to the belly that saw Sammy groan with pain before she shrieked in pain again as she felt Sara’s teeth sink deeper into sensitive breast flesh. The fight had already reached a savage base level within just minutes of the start; these were two tough women out to hurt each other. Sammy retaliated now as got her fingers onto Sara’s face, and pawed at it for a moment before she flashed her fingers across the eyes to send Sara reeling. Rubbing at her eyes and blinking them furiously to try and clear her vision, Sara walked straight into a hard right hand to the face that sent her sprawling to the hard floor on her backside.

Sammy relished the chance to punish Sara who was in a seated position as she took a hard kick across the breasts to knock her back on to the floor. Sammy used her dominant position well now, using the toe of her black high heels to punt the American woman in the ribs. Sara groaned, tried to roll away, only to have her progress arrested by a good handful of her strawberry blonde hair as Sammy wrenched her to her back harshly. Then, keeping hold of the hair, Sammy demonstrated her nasty streak, simply stepping on Sara’s throat harshly, looking to choke her out. Her eyes bore into Sara’s as the American woman kicked her legs and squirmed on the floor, trying to get free. The disdain was written clearly in Sammy’s eyes as she thought she had Sara already. ‘Fucking weak bitch!’ she spat at her, ‘why don’t you give up already and let me fuck you like the cheap little whore that you are?!’ she added, evidently confident she had subdued the American already here.

That look of disdain turned to one of total surprise from Sammy, a look that formed in a split second before the pain hit her fully when Sara stopped kicking her legs aimlessly and instead kicked the British brawler straight in the pussy! Sammy staggered back, hands clutching at her womanhood as the look of shock on her face was replaced by one of pure pain from Sara’s surprise attack. The American woman staggered to her feet now and immediately set about Sammy with a right hand to the face, sending her reeling back to the racking that was set around the perimeter of the room. There, Sara used two heavy handed slaps, left and right, to rock Sammy’s head side to side, and with her ears still ringing from that assault, Sammy found herself whipped hard into the unforgiving racking on the opposite wall. Her back took the brunt of that blow, arching as Sara confidently sauntered over to deliver a harsh front kick to the belly, pushing Sammy back against the racking, Now, Sara placed both of Sammy’s arms on to the racking, the buxom British blonde showing little resistance to a move that presented her tits perfectly to attack in her current stunned state. Sara raked her tits viciously now with her sharp nails, drawing a shriek from Sammy before she switched attacks, forcing her forearm across Sammy’s throat as she started to look for a standing pussy claw.

Sammy defended desperately against that, crossing her legs to block Sara’s attempted pussy grab, earning herself a couple of fiercely delivered slaps to the thighs before Sara made the British blonde groan in pain once more as her nails scratched her legs, making short work of the tops of her hold ups in the process. Sara shot in another punch to the belly now, switching her attacks constantly to keep Sammy guessing and in pain. The forearm across the throat was a bigger problem for Sammy at the moment, steadily choking her and weakening her, but as Sara continued to grind her down with it, she also made a mistake herself. A mistake that started off painfully enough for Sammy though as Sara changed her plan of attack, maintaining her forearm choke and dipping her head forward to bite Sammy’s right breast. Sammy shrieked loudly, in pain immediately from the attack, but she spotted her chance, quickly wrapping her arms around the back of Sara’s head, pulling her into a standing breast smother. Sara’s jaw was still locked tight, her teeth punishing Sammy, but the British blonde had given her American counterpart something to worry about now. More so as she found her range with a hard knee lift to the body to take some of the air out of Sara’s lungs. The American bit down hard again now, making Sammy groan with pain and she tried to search for the pussy maul once again. Sammy brushed that aside now as she delivered a second harsh knee lift to the body, driving the air from Sara’s body again as her knees wobbled slightly, feeling the effect of the smother taking an increased toll on her.

Sammy was out to hurt her as well as win the fight, and it seemed victory by simply smothering the American fighter out wasn’t part of her plan. Surprising Sara, she turned the strawberry blonde woman free of the smother and tagged her with a big uppercut to the jaw to send her sprawling to the floor in a bit of a daze. Sammy looked to follow that up with a big kick to the body again, but on instinct, Sara reacted to grab her ankle as the kick landed and used her grip to tip Sammy to the hard, unforgiving floor as well. Both women lashed out with their feet now on the ground, each landing tellingly as Sara kicked Sammy in the stomach and shoulder. Sammy was perhaps a little more targetted and in control with her attacks though, landing two sharp kicks to Sara’s right breast. A third landed, cruelly, as Sammy drove her heel into the right breast, drawing a shriek from Sara that filled the room as the American clutched her breast and rolled away. A smile crossed Sammy’s face for a fleeting moment now as she realised that she had Sara hurt now for the first time in the fight. Feeling that she was on her way to her aim of hurting, beating and fucking her rival, Sammy went back into the hair, dragging Sara to her feet as she hauled her back towards the racking at the edge of the room.

Throwing Sara in to the racking hard, back first, I expected Sammy to wade in now with a withering flurry of attacks, but instead, she satisfied herself at first with a hard, one handed grab of Sara’s hair. Pulling hard, she started to force Sara to bend forward at the waist as she aimed a first kick, catching Sara in the thigh. Sara replied, slapping at Sammy’s right arm, trying to force her fingers from her hair; Sammy fired back with a slap to the top of the head and then she found her range with a kick to Sara’s ribs now, drawing a moan of pain from the strawberry blonde as she took it. Then Sammy went for a double handed grip of the hair for the moment, ripping and tearing at Sara’s hair as she continued to have the better of the action. A punch from Sara landed in Sammy’s ribs, causing the British brawler a moment of pain before she took back control of the situation with a second kick to the body. Now she cruelly scratched her nails harshly, deeply in Sara’s shoulder, making her shriek with pain before a clubbing blow across the back of the neck forced her to her knees now. A dangerous position to be in as Sammy immediately closed her hands around her throat in a straight up choke before delivering a knee strike to the right breast. Again there was a shriek of pain from the American blonde as she felt the pain from that blow; Sammy smiled again, knowing that she was hurting Sara. But then, she howled with pain as, from her knees, Sara struck with a vicious blow, an uppercut to the crotch that dropped Sammy to her knees right in front of her. Both women were on their knees, and immediately the fight went to a nasty level, Sammy trying to get a breast maul on Sara and the American retaliating very effectively with a headbutt to the face. That put Sammy on her back in a daze and it seemed that the fight might have switched back into the strawberry blonde southern belle’s favour.

Sara was still suffering though, trying to gather herself to attack while she was still on her knees. The headbutt had Sammy dazed for the moment though it seemed, and Sara got a telling blow in with a kick to the ribs before she spread the British blonde’s legs and cruelly dropped a knee to the pussy. Sammy’s guttural howl of pain filled the room as an evil smile played across Sara’s face, satisfied that she had the tough blonde under some control for now. She wrenched her from the hard floor by the hair, grabbed a handful of her lace thong and threw her chest first to the metal racking around the edge of the room. Sammy groaned as she felt the unforgiving impact of the steel drive the air from her body and it was about to get worse for her as Sara spotted the chance to put both of Sammy’s breasts onto to one of the shelves. Then, using a combination of her own body and Sammy’s hair to keep her pressed against the racking, Sara started to punch Sammy’s breasts harshly. The solid steel shelf beneath her breasts added to each impact as Sammy yelled out in pain; ‘submit cunt!’ Sara told her as she continued to hammer away. ‘Fuck you!’ Sammy replied, quickly followed by ‘Aaaaaggghhh! Fucking bitch!’ as Sara’s fist landed hard in her right breast once more.

Sammy may have been defiant, but she was in some trouble again now as Sara continued her attack, each punch drawing another pained cry from Sammy. Now Sara broke off from the punching for a moment, sinking her nails deeply into the breasts of the blonde who yelled out in pain. I thought it might be the end of the fight nearing; Sammy was certainly in pain and Sara was typically ruthless when she had an opponent hurting. Sammy was a tough resourceful woman too though, and she surprised Sara with a stomp to the top of her foot, using the heel of her shoe to deliver maximum pain to Sara, following it with an elbow to the stomach to force Sara off her, back towards the centre of the room. Sammy turned, knowing she needed to face the American quickly, as she clutched at her breasts, rubbing them in pain. ‘Tits hurt bitch?’ Sara mocked now, ‘they will when I finish ripping them up!’ she added, laughing as Sammy winced in pain. There was little question that Sammy was hurt, but I thought that Sara would be wise not to take her too lightly still. Sara warmed Sammy’s face now with a slap, but took a kick to the thigh in return as both women, still impressively battling in their high heels, jousted for position. The American fighter went for a punch straight to the breasts, only to find that blocked by Sammy who countered with one of her own, unerringly accurate as her knuckles connected with Sara’s right breast once more to remind her that it wasn’t only the British blonde suffering from painful breasts in this fight.

The action continued at a slower pace right now, both women fighting on their feet with slaps and fists landing and getting blocked in almost equal amounts. Both lashed out with an occasional kick, weighing the risk that to have the kick blocked and find themselves tipped to that hard floor would be a very bad place to find themselves in. A slashing nail rake from Sammy drew a cry of pain from the strawberry blonde American as it raised a fiery track of pain across her belly. ‘Bitch!’ she hissed at a smiling Sammy who then seemed to have made a mistake, rushing in to follow up as she charged Sara, only to run straight into a hard knee lift to the body, perfectly timed to take the steam right out of the British brawler. Now, Sara wanted to make her wrestling style work for her as she tried to snake a hand between Sammy’s thighs and lift her to deliver a body slam. Given that they were fighting on a hard concrete floor, this seemed like the pivotal moment of the fight to me. If Sara lifted and slammed Sammy hard, there was surely no coming back from it. Sammy knew it and fought like a cornered tiger now to stop it, blocking the first attempt before raining down hard fists in to Sara’s shoulders.

Sara staggered, dropped to her knees now by the relentless flailing blows from Sammy who she tried to catch in a bear hug now from the kneeling position. A mistake; one the British blonde was only too happy to capitalise on with a brutal knee strike to the breasts now as she reached for the hair. Using that grip to twist Sara’s face to the side, she harshly slapped her cheek hard, twice, then slapped with equal ferocity to the right eye, and then the right ear, setting it ringing with pain as she used another knee to send her back to the hard concrete. ‘Thought you’d fucking slam me did you, cunt?’ Sammy asked mockingly, as a sharp kick to the ribs sent Sara rolling across the hard floor groaning in pain. ‘I’ve studied your stupid wrestling moves now’ she mocked further as she delivered another harsh kick, this time to the side of the right breast to draw a squeal of pain from the American fighter. ‘And I know how to stop you now bitch’ she continued, berating Sara verbally as she continued to batter her physically with another hard kick that again landed, undefended, in Sara’s right breast. On the floor, Sara groaned loudly in pain, the punishment from Sammy clearly taking it’s toll on the strawberry blonde fighter. ‘So you see’ Sammy continued, as she forced Sara to her knees by her hair, ‘we’re not here to wrestle bitch, this is a fight’ she told Sara, punctuating the last work with the exclamation point of another vicious slap to the right eye.

A short, nasty, thrust to the right breast followed from Sammy, using the nails to great effect to add to the punishing blow which she used to knock Sara back to the cold concrete floor. Sara groaned, muttered ‘bitch’ beneath her breath, and tried to fire back with a hard right hand to the body, but the punch lacked some of the fire from earlier in the contest, and another kick to the breast put her resistance down quickly and harshly. ‘Give up?’ Sammy asked a defiant Sara. ‘Go on, make it easy on yourself slag!’ she added, already reaching for the hair to force Sara to her knees and on to a nasty strike to the face with a thigh. The British woman was built perfectly to deliver that blow, her thick thighs sending Sara back to the concrete once more. There was a look of enjoyment on Sammy’s face now; she clearly was very satisfied with her ongoing success now in the fight, and she started to have Sara looking like a beaten woman as she tried to force herself back to her feet. On all fours though, she simply presented an inviting target for Sammy, and another knee to the side of the right breast sent her rolling back across the floor. One more kick, one more loud moan of pain from Sara, and the American woman rolled to the point that her back was against the frame of the cold steel racking that lined the walls of the storeroom. It seemed the fight was almost up with Sara backed up to the wall, nowhere to go as Sammy cruelly punted her in the belly and simply told her to ‘get up or get fucked bitch!’

Sammy stood back now, motioning for Sara to get to her feet. She evidently wanted a bit more of the tough American woman just yet, which may have been a mistake, but Sammy was supremely confident that today, she had Sara’s number. Sara struggled to her feet slowly, using the racking to force herself upright. There though, she didn’t receive a moments respite from the British blonde as Sammy took a double handful of hair, using it to pull Sara forward at the waist and slightly away from the wall as she did so. Sara slapped at Sammy’s arms and left herself wide open to a kick up into the stomach from the British blonde, who opened up on her once more then with a fierce salvo of slaps and punches to the body. Sara got a hold of Sammy’s left breast now in defence, not ineffectively either, as Sammy let out a brief cry of protests before delivering a slap, nail drag and mauling grip to Sara’s right breast in reply. ‘My fucking tits!’ Sara gasped, her hands going now to try and prise Sammy’s fingers away. ‘Submit then!’ Sammy told her, not waiting a second for a reply before she sent two more hard kicks into Sara’s body, sending the American to her knees. There was no submission from Sara; I think she was more trying to catch her breath than anything else, and Sammy wasn’t going to give her that chance as she got behind her and pushed her, sending her to the hard floor, chest first.

Sammy waited just the briefest of moments before she followed up now, allowing Sara to just start to push herself to all fours before a harsh slap around the side of the head put her down on her stomach. Still, the British blonde was prepared to let Sara stir, confident that she had her now; as Sara moved towards all fours again now, she delivered a short sharp kick with the toe of her shoe to the right breast. Sara dropped again, moaning loudly in pain, suffering at the hands and feet of Sammy who loomed over her, relishing the prospect of striking again with a kick to the breasts. Perhaps too obviously though as Sara grabbed her foot and almost tipped Sammy off balance. Her proximity to the railing helped now as Sammy grabbed on to it, using it to hold herself up until she was able to shake her foot free of Sara’s grasp. Now, the British woman struck hard and fast, a vicious knee to the side of Sara’s face, surely the move to break the American woman’s resistance as she dropped back onto her stomach on the cold concrete floor.

Sammy pulled hard on Sara’s pink satin thong, hoping to tear it from her body as she forced it into a wedgie that cut deep into the shrieking strawberry blonde’s pussy. The satin fabric was more than a match for Sammy’s attempts, though she didn’t mind the extra pain that caused for Sara before she gave in and settled for simply removing the garment instead to render Sara naked. Then Sammy straddled Sara’s back, sitting high towards her shoulders, grabbed a good handful of hair to present Sara’s face perfectly to her, and hammered in three hard slaps to the face. ‘You bitch!’ Sara whined in protest, moving a hand to defend herself against more slaps; Sammy switched targets with a slap and maul to the right breast now, drawing a loud shriek of pain from Sara. There as little doubt that Sammy’s efforts to soften her up had taken the desired effect and Sara was really suffering in the maul now. The same pattern ensued; if Sara tried to defend her face from Sammy’s withering slaps, the British woman would attack her breasts with abandon. When Sara tried to defend against that, then the slaps would rain in on her face instead. Either way, Sammy kept telling her to submit so that she could fuck her. Sara tried to hold out as Sammy launched into another salvo of slaps to the face now, five heavy handed blows landing undefended across her cheek, eye and ear to thoroughly daze and demoralise Sara. Then Sammy switched her attack again, effectively, forcing Sara’s face to the floor while she controlled her by the hair while sending a series of punches and nail rakes into the side of her right breast, each bringing with it the sounds of pain from Sara that suggested she was almost done. Now Sammy pulled harshly on her hair so that her face and chest were pulled well clear of the floor. Immediately her nails were sunk deep into that right breast, mauling, pulling and twisting as she really put the hurt on Sara, inviting her to ‘submit and take your fucking, bitch!’

In reply, Sara simply hollered in pain, suffering the punishing grip of the British woman as she racked her brain for a way out of this predicament. Simply put, there wasn’t one and she had an opponent sat high on her back taking great pleasure in working her breasts over fiercely. Again Sara hollered in pain as Sammy asked her to submit, then, the slightest quiver in her voice, she had to admit it as Sammy sunk her nails in that little bit deeper again. ‘I...I...sub...mit, I submit!’ Sara admitted to her tormentor.

‘Then I’m going to fuck you right here bitch!’ she told Sara before turning to me to ask if I could ‘just pop to my dressing room and grab my bag please Steve?’ I turned on my heel to go and find the bag in question as Sammy, showing no signs of moving from her position on Sara’s back for now, released her tit maul and hair pulling attack, allowing the American to rest flat out on the floor.

When I returned a couple of minutes later, it was to find that Sammy had fashioned some restraints out of her and Sara’s thongs, using them to tie the American’s hands around one of the struts of the racking. Arms stretched out in front of her now, on her knees, Sara was evidently positioned just how Sammy wanted her for the strap-on that she now removed from her bag. The victorious blonde, naked herself now too, quickly putting the strap-on on so that the big ten inch black cock was ready for her to punish and fuck Sara post match. First of all, she walked up to Sara, and started to spank her arse hard, apparently content to make the beaten blonde anticipate what was coming her way for a little while longer. Now she twisted Sara’s face to the side by the hair for a moment, the American’s eyes widening with surprise as she saw the size of the strap on Sammy had ready for her. The British woman played the tip of the strap-on across Sara’s face now briefly, and then she was behind her, one hand gripping her roughly at the waist as she dropped to her own knees. Using the other hand for a moment, she guided the tip of the strap on to tease Sara’s pussy for the briefest moment before she got both hands around Sara’s waist, holding her in place for the first thrust of the strap-on, thrusting hard, deep inside her as Sara whined in a mixture of shock, embarrassment and arousal.

‘You like that don’t you? Dirty little slut!’ Sammy chastised Sara now as she started to slam her body into the American’s ass with increased fervour to drive the big strap-on into her ever deeper. Now she reached forward, fish hooking Sara’s mouth with both index fingers as the fucking continued to draw increasing noises of arousal from the American. Despite herself, Sara couldn’t help but moan along with the expertly timed thrusts from Sammy who again berated Sara as ‘little more that a cheap fucking whore!’

Releasing the fish hooks, she bunched Sara’s hair into a ponytail to keep control of her while she again reached into the bag she had brought with her. Sara’s eyes went wide at the tell tale sound of a vibrator being switched on; they went a whole lot wider as Sammy tested her ass with it now, all the time still fucking the beaten blonde who was screaming in increasing degrees of ecstasy. ‘Oh fuck!’ the American moaned ‘please don’t’ she begged Sammy who just laughed and continued to fuck her regardless. ‘Mmmmm’ Sara whined now, ‘oh fuck’ she groaned again, and then as Sammy called her ‘a dirty fucking whore’ again, Sara screamed out, forced expertly and quickly to orgasm by her British rival. Sammy smirked as she withdrew the strap-on from Sara now, having one final humiliation in store for the strawberry blonde, as she grabbed her hair to force her face towards the strap-on. Pinching Sara’s nose tightly closed, she waited until the American woman was forced to open her mouth to suck in air, and she forced the strap-on into her mouth, forcing her to taste her own pussy on it as Sammy grabbed her hair and roughly face fucked her for a moment, just to drive home her superiority on this day. Then she turned away from Sara with one last hard slap to her naked ass and tidied her things into the bag before removing her thong from the restraints holding Sara in place. Naked but for her shoes, Sammy walked past me in the doorway, heading to her locker room, as she looked over her shoulder to me and said ‘sort her out for me Steve, I guess we can’t leave her naked ass tied up like that all night!’

‘I’d best move her’ I agreed ‘the members may notice in the morning, and frankly I think that’s a sight that might be a bit too much for quite a few of them!’ I told Sammy as I went to help Sara to her feet and back to her locker room.

‘Are you OK?’ I asked the American a brief while later as she changed quickly and left the club.

‘I’m sore, I’m bruised, and I’m pissed off that I lost Steve, especially to that fucking slag!’ she told me. ‘Tell her I’ll beat her ass next time’ she said before walking a little gingerly out of the door to find her car and head home.

Sammy left a little later, laughing as I told her Sara’s parting words. ‘Anytime she wants it Steve, anytime…’ she said as she headed for the door. Turning back for a moment now, she asked me ‘isn’t it about time you got Emma to come fight me too Steve?’

‘I’ll see what she says’ I told the blonde fighter. ‘I guess she’ll be up for it so I might just put her in touch with you to discuss it?’ I suggested.

‘Fine by me Steve’ she smiled. ‘I look forward to it’ she said as she headed through the door.

‘So do I’ I had to admit to myself as I considered the prospect of Sammy and Emma fighting it out.