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Double Dutch Challenge – Part Two
By Wolfboy
Emma travels to the Netherlands for the second part of the challenge.
Before we could get Jemma another match, there was the small matter of Emma’s return match with the powerful Dutch blonde Annie Van Der Meer. Annie had run Emma close enough in the first match having gone down two submissions early on before getting one back with a sleeper hold and working Emma’s tits over pretty effectively late on without quite managing to force the equalising submission. With the format agreed to decide the result over the two fifteen-minute bouts as a total aggregate score, it was a 2-1 half time lead that Emma would be defending in Amsterdam.
We were both expecting a tough fight with Annie not likely to want to lose a bout in front of her sister, even to a woman of Emma’s experience. Annie also knew that Emma’s breasts were still likely to be hurting her after the first match given how she had gone after them late on. I had no doubt she would target them again and while the rules were going to be the same, as Emma had chosen lingerie as the attire for the first match, Annie as the home fighter would have the choice this time, making me wonder if she would make sure Emma’s breasts were on show from the start. As we arrived at the hotel for our overnight stay, there was a letter waiting for us at the reception desk from Annie with directions to the venue tomorrow and her choice of attire which confirmed my thoughts. ‘Nude’ Emma joked, ‘not sure I’ve brought that in my overnight bag!’ she laughed. ‘Makes sense though, I know she wants after my tits so I’d have done something similar if I was her.’ She admitted.
I couldn’t argue with that logic and we arrived the following day at Annie’s mother’s house towards the outskirts of the city, Emma travelling light, to see what Annie had in store for her today. First of all though, Annie was keen to catch up on Jemma’s debut match, her sister Marta also taking a close interest in how that had gone as everyone chatted pretty amiably. I had wondered if Marta might be a potential opponent for Jemma without having met her, but finding the Dutch teenager to be a 6-foot 200lb amazon, I quickly realised that wasn’t perhaps the case! After talking about Jemma’s fight with Bindi, we learned about Marta’s debut fight, finding that she was going straight in at the deep end against a 30-year-old with 7 matches behind her. ‘Marta is big even for a Dutch girl in catfighting so the other novices don’t want to fight her at the moment’ Annie’s mother had explained. Looking at the powerful looking teen, I could understand their reticence I thought…
There was a brief discussion of the rules again just to confirm that they remained as they were in the first fight, that being only slaps to the face and anything else goes over 15 minutes. If a submission were scored at any point, then the hold should be released but the match continued without a break. That out of the way, Annie showed us to a changing area for Emma to ‘get naked’ as she put it, and there was just the shortest of preparations as Emma stripped out of her jeans, boots, vest top and lingerie, folding them neatly on the bottom of the bed in the room. Some girls might have put on a robe in such circumstances, but Emma reasoned that she’d be naked soon enough and hadn’t bothered to bring one with her, so she opened the door and then realised a moment later that we actually had no idea where the fight room was. A problem remedied a moment later, as Marta appeared holding out a judo suit for Emma. ‘You might want to put this on Mrs Baines’ she smiled ‘Annie realised she’d forgotten to tell you that the mats are in the summerhouse at the bottom of the garden! You might look a bit, well…suspicious walking naked down the garden!’ Marta pointed out.
‘Well, yes…I guess I would really’ Emma laughed ‘thank you.’
‘It’s OK’ Marta smiled a little shyly, and went on to ask ‘mind me asking how you and Annie can be so civil before you fight and you’re really relaxed now? I don’t feel like that about my match already’ she asked, looking a little quizzical.
‘It’s OK, I don’t mind you asking’ Emma smiled ‘and I guess it’s just down to experience. I know Annie will be trying to beat me up for fifteen minutes, just like I will be to her. But I think we both fight because we enjoy it. Most times it’s quite friendly like this in private challenges, but not always’ Emma admitted.
‘Oh, I see’ Marta said as she started to lead the way out of the house now that Emma had the judo suit on. ‘So, it’s really just that you’re both happy to fight then, and that it’s almost like you’re providing that for each other by being opponents?’ she asked.
‘I guess that’s a good way of looking at it’ Emma agreed as we walked through the garden, entering the summerhouse which was kitted out wall to wall with thick wrestling mats. Sound proofed walls and thick triple glazing at the windows ensured no sound was getting out. Blinds pulled at the windows ensured that nobody would catch a view of the action either from inside the brightly lit room. A couple of cameras covered the room from different angles and Annie asked ‘do you mind if we film for private use?’ as Emma headed to her corner. ‘Not at all’ Emma replied ‘could we have a copy too please? This should be good to watch back!’
Annie had already removed the trousers of her judo suit, just wearing the blue jacket open now. perhaps just keeping her shoulders warm in the cool summerhouse. It was almost perfect conditions for a wrestler who liked to torture her opponent’s nipples I thought to myself as Annie’s mother took up the announcer duties this time with another quick surprise for Emma as she asked her ‘Emma, there are four sets of cuffs, one in each wall that will hold an opponent for ten seconds at a time. Each can only be used once in a 15-minute match. Do you agree to them being used in the fight?’
‘Wait…let me see how they work please’ she asked ‘I mean, I think I’m OK with them being used but I’d like to understand how they work first’ she said.
‘Of
course,’ Annie’s mother said, ‘there’s a spare one here that can demonstrate’
she said, pushing a button to bring an extra set of restraints out from the
wall. ‘Marta, come here and let Emma apply it to you’ she said as Marta walked
over, putting her hands over her head. Emma pushed her hands through the loop of
the large padded cuff and then pushed a button on the wall which tightened the
cuff for the ten second time limit. At that point, the cuff loosened and then
when Marta removed her hands from it, the mechanism retracted to the wall,
ensuring it couldn’t be used again. ‘Each is on a twenty-minute cycle when
activated’ Annie explained, ‘so at most we can use the four once in our match.
And they really are difficult to get anyone into anyway’ she explained. ‘They’re
far more use for a body punching contest to be honest’ she suggested.
‘Well Annie, looking at your abs, I don’t think I want one of those with you, you’d hurt my hands!’ Emma laughed. ‘But yeah, the cuffs look fine. I don’t mind them being used.’ she agreed, losing her judo suit as she did so to stand naked in her corner of the room.
‘OK then ladies; brief introductions’ Annie’s mother continued ‘first of all, Emma from England is 42 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 172lbs 40E-28-38 and has a record of 61 wins and 22 losses. Annie is from the Netherlands. She is 26 years old, 5 feet 11 inches tall, 175lbs, 36B-25-37 and has 18 wins with 0 defeats. Marta will join you on the mats’ her mother continued. ‘Marta, you should stay close to the action, but not interfere or offer any advice. Do you understand?’ she asked, Marta nodding earnestly in reply. ‘Very well, ladies, Emma leads by 2 submissions to 1. At the bell, fight!’ she said, pushing a timer button as Annie shrugged out of her jacket, looking every inch the naked amazon with her powerful shoulders, washboard abs, and rippling thighs. There was a 10 second delay, evidently allowing just enough time for a girl to get back onto the mats having started the timer and then then bell rang and the action began in the second half of the fight.
Again, the two combatants started out with a handshake and then settled straight away into a mutual double grab of the hair for the opening seconds, looking to force the other woman back. Emma broke from it first, but Annie, sporting bright red nails again made the more telling first blow, shrugging off Emma’s slap to the face to counter straight away with a slap and nail grab to the breasts. No secret then in what she was targeting, but she immediately mixed her attack up with a knee strike to the body and a crashing forearm across the shoulders. That almost put Emma down to a knee, but she held firm at a crouched position, and was able to block a kick to the body, catching Annie’s foot. There was no stand off in the tactics being used in the second part of the fight, both were straight at it, Annie slapping to the breasts before Emma nailed her with a kick to the crotch, releasing her foot as the blonde crumpled to the mat in pain. Emma was on her straight away; from the first fight she knew Annie to be tough and have stamina in abundance, so she wanted another quick start, and she looked to get into a pinning position, lying body to body as her legs worked to secure something of a grapevine at this early stage. Her intent wasn’t to spread Annie wide with it though; rather she just looked to control her enough to open her body up to attack.
Shifting her weight to the side just slightly gave Emma a target area, and left hand wrapped in Annie’s blonde locks, pulling her head painfully to the side, she was able to wail away with her right to the body, targeting body and breasts before Annie grabbed her wrist to stop her. Now Emma shifted again, moving her breasts closer to Annie’s face as she tried to get her wrist free of Annie’s grasp, and she had a plan for doing just that. Releasing the hair, she grabbed Annie’s arm with that hand, slowly but surely able to remove her other hand from Annie’s steadily weakening grip. Then Annie found her arm folded above her head, pinned there cleverly by Emma with a grip of it through her blonde hair, and there was another opportunity to work to the Dutch blonde’s body as Emma opened her attack with two hard, sharply downward, punches to her left breast. Five slaps cracked off Annie’s flank now, the noise of each echoing off the soundproofed walls in the room. An attempted crotch grab; thwarted just as Annie folded her legs to defend. ‘No hair down there to grab!’ Emma moaned; her fingers briefly having grazed across Annie’s hairless pussy. ‘That’s right bitch!’ Annie smiled, liking the sound of frustration in Emma’s voice before she felt another couple of slaps cannon off her thigh, again filling the room with their harsh report.
Emma had
her well trapped right now, as the blonde managed to squirm her hand free while
my wife launched a fierce salvo of five slaps to her left breast, Annie just
about able to block the last one. As Emma dropped her tits heavily into the
Dutch girls face now, Annie sunk her blood red nails into the side of Emma’s
right breast. Emma slapped to Annie’s left breast, then punched; finally, she
told Annie to ‘do it harder, I like it!’ in response to the blonde’s mauling,
before she applied a cruel nipple twist of her own. Annie immediately got her
fingers out of Emma’s breast now, moving instead to try and stop Emma torturing
her breast. A step ahead of her though, Emma shook off Annie’s hand and
delivered two stomach punches and again narrowly failed to get a crotch claw
applied as Annie crossed her legs swiftly to defend. ‘Too quick for me bitch!’
Emma laughed, warming the blonde’s muscular legs with two stinging slaps, and
the cycle began again, both ladies mauling breasts, Emma’s positioned all of the
time heavily in Annie’s face. A punch from Emma to the breast followed by some
quick-fire slaps to it as well forced Annie to defend once more. Emma switching
her target, slapping to the side, then reaching round to send two hard punched
into the washboard stomach of the blonde. Annie retaliated with a hard punch to
the side of her own, then some more breast mauling of her own before having to
defend frantically once more as Emma just about missed out on the pussy claw
again.
Already nearly five minutes into the contest, so far Emma had bulldozed Annie to the mat and was looking likely to keep her there beneath a withering combination of punches, slaps and mauling. The Dutch girl was fighting hard though, getting nails into Emma’s breasts and ass once again before Emma finally managed to secure the pussy maul, drawing an immediate moan of pain from Annie that suggested it was well applied. She scissored Emma’s arm for a moment in reply though and took that chance to crash a couple of slaps into Emma’s face before she was able to force her arm free of the scissors and send a couple of hard punches into Annie’s stomach again. A fierce exchange of physical, body to body catfighting and after another nipple twist on Annie’s left breasts, Emma looked to claim the opening submission, shifting towards the face sit, naked pussy on the Dutch blonde’s face as a handful of hair held her firmly in place for a surprisingly quick submission which meant Emma led by 3 to 1 having given Marta a fantastic demonstration of catfighting in the opening minutes.
I did wonder if Annie had elected that submission was her best option, gambling that Emma would get her off the mat as she broke the hold rather than keep her pinned down. Her gamble was correct, but she found herself lifted with some ease into a body slam, Emma planting her at the centre of the room with some authority. At that point, had Emma dropped back down on to Annie, then gamble might have proven to have been a bad idea; instead, at the midpoint of the fight, Emma thought that she might have some fun with the sets of restraints placed around the room. Using the hair to peel Annie off the mat and lead her towards the restraints nearest her own corner of the room, Emma then threw Annie hard into the sound proofed wall. The blonde had anticipated Emma’s next move though as she blocked a kick to the belly, catching the foot before she floored Emma with a clothesline. Emma was quick witted, able to roll away from Annie’s feet before she could deliver any kicks, but Annie caught up to her with a front headlock which was just a prelude to her backing Emma up into the centre of the mats and demonstrating her own strength to deliver a big body slam. Emma felt it too, hips rising to alleviate the impact only for Annie to crush her straight back to the mat with a big splash which landed perfectly.
It might have been the blonde’s turn to keep Emma pinned to the mat for a little while now, but instead, she elected to try to soften her a bit more first. Pulling her to her feet by the hair, Annie delivered an Irish Whip to the soundproofed wall, a hard blow against an unforgiving surface. Now she followed up quickly because Emma looked a little winded there against the wall, dangerously close to one of the sets of cuffs around the room, Annie grabbed both of Emma’s hands now, pinning them to the wall above her head and delivered a short, sharp punch to the pit of the stomach before following in with a straight knee to the gut. A concerted attempt then to soften Emma up continued almost straight away as Annie slipped a hand between her thighs, lifting her again this time into an across the knee backbreaker. Emma gasped in pain as Annie’s knee caught her perfectly in the side, winding her as she pushed her off to the mat. No respite for Emma though as Annie showed herself to be a cruel and effective catfighter, Marta wincing on Emma’s behalf as the blonde delivered a knee drop to the side and immediately clamped on a pretty airtight hand smother, covering Emma’s nose and mouth effectively with her hand. This was the kind of move guaranteed to drain a woman and clamped on just after the knee drop to the side while Emma was trying to take in some deep breaths was perfect timing from Annie. Emma kicked her feet in to the mat, trying to bridge it seemed, but her fingers found a target at the same time in Annie’s pussy, just as the situation looked desperate for her. The pussy maul was a powerful distraction at the very least, but Annie broke the hand smother, breaking the hold with two hard slaps to the face that kept Emma well subdued.
Now Annie forced Emma to her feet against the wall once more, this time holding the hair as she delivered another short punch to the body before Emma again thought that Annie was trying to pin her hands to the wall above her head again. A clever setup by the blonde who was more familiar with the room surroundings; she had Emma positioned two feet to the side of where she had been before, and before Emma realised it, her hands were through the padded loop of the cuff. Annie showed she was a clever fighter now, pressing the button with a kick and with a brief sound, the cuffs retracted tightly. Hands above her head now, Emma braced herself for the attack that would come, three quick punches to the underside of the breasts before a kick lashed hard into her belly as the ten seconds passed and the cuff released her, retracting into the wall as Emma dropped to her knees. Marta continued to look on with rapt attention as Annie took it to Emma now, a knee to the breasts knocking her to the mat on her back and putting her into a position where Annie fancied she might even up the score on the night. And her chosen weapons for doing so were her fearsome thighs, Emma moaning ‘Jesus!’ as soon as she felt them wrapped around her head tightly. Annie didn’t seem to have gone to full power straight away to me though, controlling and certainly testing Emma as she took a hold of Emma’s right arm, trapping it in tight against her body. Emma knew what was coming, instinctively folding her left arm across her chest to defend against Annie’s inevitable onslaught on her breasts now.
And it was coming, but not before a hard slap to the belly was followed by a five second flex of those incredible thighs. ‘Fuck me, it’s like fighting King Kong!’ Emma moaned as she felt those thighs come to bear on her once more now.
‘There’s plenty more to come bitch!’ Annie warned ominously, and then she worked her fingers in beneath Emma’s arms on her chest, starting to get her nails into play in her favoured attacking style. It was exactly what we’d expected from Annie after the end of the first contest, but it wasn’t something Emma could easily defend against as she moaned in pain. Annie’s favoured attack was to get hold of the nipple, and she’d certainly been known to slice them with sharp nails too. Emma was relieved at least that her nails were kept fairly short for both matches in this series, but even still, they were long enough that with Annie’s fingers deep in her sensitive breast flesh, they were causing enough damage. That was clear as Emma screamed out in pain now but no submission, and then there was an increased intensity to the cries of pain as Annie worked those thighs hard again, Emma just about holding out as Marta marvelled at the intensity of the contest.
Beneath Emma’s arm, Annie was fighting to get hold of Emma’s left nipple now, getting a thumbnail into it as Emma shrieked, feeling Annie starting to attempt her favoured nipple slicer. Emma was trying to sneak her arm free, to no avail and she realised that she had to defend this nipple attack somehow now, lifting her arm off her chest. As she did so, she effectively sealed her fate for this part of the match, Annie able to secure the double nipple slicer move and Emma quickly cried out her submission to avoid the absolute worst of the move this time. There was two minutes left in the fight, a brutal, hard, two minutes of catfighting between big strong women that was likely to be painful for Emma who was briefly back on her feet for a few seconds, exchanging some slaps to the body before Annie kicked her in the belly and whipped her into the wall again. Emma was well clear of the restraints this time, but with time to even the score running low, Annie looked to redouble her efforts now. The blonde whipped in a knee or possibly a thigh to the stomach against the wall; her thighs were like steel, so thigh or knee made little difference to the impact. Then she had the hair, using it to bring Emma onto a face buster, her face introduced to that rock-hard thigh to put her in a dazed state for a second on the mat. The second fight then would finish just as the first had, Emma on the mat trapped between the legs of the powerful Dutch girl, who had trapped her in a double breast maul from behind, those legs fully brought to bear around Emma’s body as she let out a number of long, guttural screams that were sure to test the sound proofing! But she was hanging on, her face a contorted mask of pain as Annie got the nails into her nipples again now. For the second time in two weeks, Emma had been relieved to hear the buzzer go off to signal the end of the fight. She had been close to submitting, she admitted as much to Annie, complementing her on the effectiveness of her nipple attack after the fight.
‘Never had it done to me quite like that before’ she admitted, ‘it’s excruciatingly painful!’
‘It has won me plenty of fights’ Annie smiled, ‘directly or indirectly. You’re tough though, I’ll give you that. In Dutch free catfight rules, I’m allowed longer, sharper nails. That makes it even more effective’ she told us.
‘I’ve never heard of that set of rules’ Emma admitted, asking her ‘what are they?’
‘It’s a kind of independent group for private fighters. The standard rules have 30-minute limit and rules not dissimilar to ours today. The free rules’ Annie said, as smile playing across her face ‘are a tougher fight. They allow things like the cuffs here, anything goes, long sharp nails, no time limit until one has had enough’ she told Emma.
‘Sounds intense’ Emma said ‘and fun too! I should give that a go sometime, I think! Is that what rules Marta is fighting to?’ she asked Annie as her sister had gone back into the house to fetch drinks.
‘Not yet’ Annie said ‘her first five fights will be to standard rules I think, and then she can use the free rules if she wants to. And I’m sure I could get you a Dutch free rules match, just let me know and I’ll set you up, or you can have me again if you prefer?’ Annie asked.
‘I think you more than deserve another go at me Annie’ Emma told her ‘I’ll give you that sometime soon if you like?’ she asked.
‘Love to’ Annie admitted ‘whenever you can fit it into you schedule, just let me know when.’ Annie suggested.
There was quite a good atmosphere between the two women, and when Marta came in with the drinks both started to talk her through the action a little, explaining to her their moves and what they were thinking of. Emma also gave her a sterling bit of advice before we left as she told her ‘Enjoy your fights and use what you’ve got to your advantage. Don’t take this in the wrong way because you’re beautiful and perfect as you are, but like me you’re a curvy big woman. You saw how hard Annie struggled when I pinned her down and I suspect you know how strong she is. So definitely use your body to your advantage whenever you can Marta!’
Perfect advice for the young catfighter I thought, and we travelled back to the UK discussing our thoughts on who might be Jemma’s next opponent. Emma also had a surprise pick on who she was going to ask to train Jemma up a bit more now. ‘I’m going to ask Sara to work with her’ she told me, spotting my raised eyebrow at the prospect. ‘Yeah, yeah’ she laughed ‘I know what you’re thinking, but she’s the toughest opponent I’ve faced, so I know she can teach our little girl some useful tricks!’
I figured that was probably a good assessment of Sara in all honesty. The more I thought about the idea, the more it seemed like the right move to me…