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Bindi Sends a Message

By Wolfboy

Bindi shows that she’s not a fighter to be messed with

Emma had been in a lull of action for a few weeks now, since having taken on Annie in the second part of their challenge. Not involved in the Smythe title reckoning still at the moment of her own choice, she’d been looking for private fights that had proven difficult to come by. Talks with Annie about a fight under Dutch free catfight rules had been ongoing for a little while, and both were increasingly keen to get to grips again at some point, Emma already carefully growing her finger nails to cover that allowance of the rules. A video that she’d received from Annie, showing the fight which moved her to a record of 19 & 1 had been, according to Emma, ‘dynamite’. A 27-minute romp of sexy and brutal fighting, Annie had finally come out on top using her nipple holds to great effect. She’d been forced to do it the hard way though, taking heavy punishment including some time trapped in the restraints of a different fight room by a 50 something opponent.

‘Steve, you’ll have to see it at some point. This room had different height restraints. She managed to trap Annie by the throat in one and use a 15 second crotch claw and belly bite there on her. I think it might have trapped her feet as well before she just had to stand there and take it! That was the turning point though. Annie kneed her in the face when the restraints opened and it was a different story from there on. If we fight, Annie says we’ll do it in one of the neutral venues that they have which are able to be set up in multiple ways. That way neither fighter knows exactly how the restraints will work’ Emma said.

‘That sounds better’ I said, just about to ask where the video was as Jemma came in to ask ‘mum, dad…you know how Beth and Bindi fought before? Well Beth has challenged Bindi to a rematch now because she saw how I beat Bindi and they want to know if they can use the ring again here?’ she asked.

‘Well, yes they can’ Emma said straight away, ‘but why don’t you do all the work setting up the rules and then just tell us when dear?’ she suggested.

‘I’ll talk to them now mum, back in a few minutes’ she’d said, barrelling out of the room and running upstairs to her room. Then wonders of modern technology as a ten-minute zoom conference call was enough for Jemma who shot back in with the answers. ‘They’re going to fight one untimed round to one submission. No punching or kicking, anything else goes. Bindi says Beth can’t submit if she’s trying to make her cum, so no submissions to any of her kinky stuff, but it’s allowed. I don’t know what they’re wearing…I guess that doesn’t actually matter though come to think of it, but Mum, they want you to ref again because they trust you, and Dad I think you might have to second Bindi again.’ she gushed, then stopped to breathe as she asked ‘is that all OK?’

‘It’s fine dear, but when do they want to do it?’ Emma asked.

‘Oh yeah, tonight at 8PM. I said that was fine, I checked the calendar!’ Jemma told us.

So instead of watching Annie take on the Dutch woman in the match Emma had been so excited about, I found myself roped into building the parts of the ring that required constructing ahead of the 8PM match time. Bindi and Beth both arrived early this time, at around 7:30PM. Emma just checked with both that the rules Jemma had hastily conveyed were correct, and then both parties went to prepare. I showed Bindi to the downstairs guest room and Jemma spiriting Beth away to her room to prepare. I noticed Emma had also disappeared for the time being, so I walked into the kitchen area for a little while, wondering what this match had in store for us. Last time, I’d felt that while Beth was quite game, she didn’t quite have the natural fighting aptitude of Bindi. The Indian girl’s defeat to Jemma was an interesting factor in this though; I knew that didn’t make her less of a fighter, but it did bring the question of dented confidence in to play at least. Could Beth play on that I wondered; then I forgot what I was wondering about as Emma came back now wearing her refereeing outfit and I was taken aback by that vision. A black and white (very) mini dress over some black booty shorts, black tights and white knee socks.

‘Almost your sexy ref look from when I took on your mum’ I remarked, drinking in her look.

‘I have that for later baby…this is just to whet your appetite a little…’ she told me, stopping by to plant a kiss on me before we heard noise from upstairs that suggested Beth and Jemma were on their way down. As we waited in the kitchen, they appeared, Beth being led by Jemma who commented ‘cute gear mum’ as she breezed through towards the door for the garage. ‘Nice, Mrs Baines’ Beth smiled too ‘you look like a proper ref!’

‘Thanks Beth’ Emma laughed ‘I’m not sure about that though! You go and get ready and I’ll get Bindi…and Beth’ she said, the blonde with the cute pixie cute hair turning back to ask ‘yes Mrs Baines?’

‘Good luck honey’ Emma told her.

‘Thank you’ the blonde blushed a little as she went through the door to the garage. ‘Cute kid’ Emma mused out loud. ‘Not a great fighter, but cute!’ she mused as she went to collect Bindi who for all of Beth’s slight awkwardness and self-awareness, was a complete contrast of calmness and confidence. She looked the part too; where Beth had just worn a T-shirt over her panties, Bindi once again wore the beautiful yellow silk kimono she had worn for her previous two matches. I knew that she didn’t have on her original wrestling panties though which Jemma had won from her in their first match, as they were somewhere in amongst the unruly mess also known as her room! Emma led the way now into the garage where Beth and Jemma were already chatting conspiratorially in their corner of the ring. Bindi followed Emma in and slipped in to the ring while Emma just made a last-minute check on the ring construction in two of the corners before joining the two girls between the ropes. I took a seat in Bindi’s corner now, largely surplus to requirements once the bell had rung as I told her that she just needed to do what she had done before to win again. ‘I doubt Beth has improved any, but you have more ring experience and you can make that count against her again Bindi’ I suggested.

‘I very much intend to make it count’ she said, stripping out of her kimono before Emma had even started to talk through the rules. Very business-like, and I couldn’t imagine that boded all that well for Beth. Bindi stood, hands on hips, barefoot as she stared a hole through Beth in the opposite corner, or was it Jemma? It was hard to tell, but she was eyeing that corner with a thinly veiled fury. She may not have had her original wrestling panties on any more, but she had another version in the same style; sky blue with orange piping and white tassels hanging from each side.

‘OK ladies’ Emma said now ‘welcome back for your rematch. You’ve agreed the rules are no punching or kicking. Slapping and all other catfighting and wrestling moves are allowed at all times. There is no time limit with one submission required for victory. You have also agreed that neither of you is allowed to submit to any erotic attacks. Does that sound about right?’ she asked ‘Yes Mrs Baines’ came the reply from both sides of the ring. ‘OK then girls, Bindi is 19 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall and 139lbs. She measures 34C-26-35 and has 1 win and 1 loss. Beth is also 19 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 134lbs and measures 34C-25-34. She has 1 loss so far. Beth, you might want to lose the shirt now honey?’ Emma asked the blonde.

‘Oh yeah, forgot that’ she giggled, pulling the shirt up over her head to reveal her lithe body as she passed the shirt to Jemma. I was pretty sure I spotted Jemma just give her a little pat on the backside for good luck, and then Emma told them both ‘fight!’ and the action was underway with Beth moving a little apprehensively from her corner, while Bindi just stretched a little, eyeing the blonde, as she held onto the top rope in her corner. ‘Cute panties blondie’ Bindi mocked refereeing to Beth’s pink knickers emblazoned with little red love hearts. ‘Better than those flowery ones from last time though, I will give you that. And you remembered that real women wrestle with their titties out this time too. Well done…’ she said sarcastically.

‘Shut it Bindi. I’m going to kick your arse this time’ Beth fired back.

‘Ooohhh! So feisty…I’m scared’ Bindi mocked as she added ‘I might let you kiss my arse if you’re a good girl maybe!’

That was it; Beth had heard enough and with a yell she launched into a flurry of slaps at Bindi, rocking the Indian girl back into her corner as she did so. Now she pressed Bindi back into the turnbuckles before grabbing her arm and sending her with an Irish Whip to the opposite corner of the ring. Bindi hit hard, her back to the pretty unforgiving turnbuckles, and she stayed there, hoping to gather herself before Beth came into the corner. Bindi shrieked as Beth grabbed her long brunette hair, tied in a loose ponytail in her usually style. The short haired blonde used the hair, pulling Beth from the corner by it, and she rocked the Indian girl again with a big slap to the top of the breasts.

‘Come on Miss fucking wrestling champion’ Beth taunted, slapping Bindi’s face now to rock her back into the corner, and there, she delivered a second slap to the breasts to draw a cry of pain from Bindi. ‘I thought you were good at this’ Beth continued to berate Bindi as she set her up for another Irish Whip, sending her hard back into her own corner. ‘Stay on her Beth!’ Jemma advised from the corner as the blonde moved into the corner cautiously, wisely too it seemed as she was able to intercept an attempted knee to the body and sting Bindi with a slap to the thigh as she held it off the ground against her body. Now Beth showed a little bit of cleverness, threading Bindi’s right leg out over the middle rope, spreading her in a leg trap in the corner. Leaning in to Bindi now, she applied the first crotch grab of the fight, trying to get Bindi a little turned on as she looked to fight fire with fire!

Jemma looked on with a proud expression on her face now, probably thinking that she had played some part in Beth’s early success here. ‘Ooohhh! You bitch!’ Bindi protested now, a little taken aback by Beth’s forward nature this time around, the blonde leaning in to press her body tightly into Bindi. Given the effect the close body contact had on Beth in their first match, I wasn’t convinced that was the wisest ever move Beth had made, and Bindi took advantage of that, embracing Bindi round the back of the neck and starting to grind her body against Beth now. ‘You want to play that game do you Beth?’ the Indian girl asked as she licked the blonde’s neck and then started to nibble on her earlobe there in the corner. Beth tried to shy away now, realising she couldn’t afford to get trapped, but the arm tight around Beth’s neck held her in place, making her escape impossible for the moment, rocking her with two hard slaps to the body ad Bindi looked to be regaining her more customary level of control. Beth had lost her focus from that early sexual counter attack from Bindi, who had slowly extricated her leg from between the ropes and now succeeded in what she had initially intended, sending that knee into Beth’s body to drive the air from her lungs.

It was early in the fight, but Bindi was able to brush past her out of the corner now, taking a handful of that short blonde hair and running Beth to the corner where Jemma was sat, slamming her face in to the top turnbuckle. Beth was dazed by that, holding the top rope as she tried to get her bearings, and Bindi was in behind her, reaching her hand between Beth’s legs to stroke her pussy sensually through her panties. ‘Mmmmmmm……that feels good doesn’t it Beth? Bindi cooed in her ear before she turned to address Jemma. ‘Your girl’s all hot and bothered already Jemma!’ she taunted, converting her crotch rub to more of a grab through Beth’s legs.

‘Don’t listen to her Beth! Fight her!’ Jemma yelled across the ring at Beth who tried just that, trapping Bindi’s arm between her legs in a sort of standing scissors. She reached back too, hoping to secure a side headlock; partly successful as she secured the hold only for Bindi to immediately slip out of the back door, securing a hammerlock now as she pushed Beth chest first into the turnbuckles. Leaning in to her, Bindi cranked up the hammerlock now, listening to Beth whimper for a moment before she slapped and started to paw her ass like she owned it. Jemma shifted uncomfortably in the corner, watching her friend getting treated like that by Bindi, again though, the hockey playing blonde managed to secure her release, showing some new found skills to reverse out of the hammerlock and trap Bindi, pulling her straight back into the side headlock. Bindi backed Beth to the ropes now and looked to fire her off into the opposite ropes; as she saw that potentially unfolding, Jemma just shouted ‘hair Beth!’. It worked to great effect too, Beth grabbing the top of Bindi’s brunette hair, and as Bindi tried to shoot her off, Beth dropped to her knees, dragging Bindi down to the mat with her by the hair.

Beth moved quickly with her down too, securing a pin high on Bindi’s chest, sat on her firm C cup tits as the blonde wrestler continued to show improved skills in the ring this time around. ‘Now Bindi’ she teased ‘I’m going to sit on your ugly face and make you my bitch!’ a confident announcement from Beth despite the match being only a few minutes old. She did shift forward into the position to do it as well, those pink knickers just coming to rest on Bindi’s face for a second, before Bindi bridged hard to try and dislodge her. Beth tried to hold on, just about keeping her balance for a moment but the Indian girls wisely bridged again straight away, before Beth had fully regained her balance and she forced the blonde off her to the mat. Bindi rolled quickly, getting to all fours and pushing Beth’s butt so that she was knocked forward on to her belly. ‘Look out Beth!’ Jemma cried, spotting what was about to happen as Bindi half made it to her feet, dropping an elbow across Beth’s lower back. The blonde shrieked, louder as well when Bindi grabbed her hair with one hand, holding her chest clear of the mat by that grip for a moment before Beth was able to push her hands to the mat and support herself. The blonde shrieked again as she felt Bindi’s hand inside her panties too, just lightly playing across her womanhood for the moment. It was clear from Bindi, with that move in place, she could claim her attack was sexual and prevent a submission being accepted for now.

At this point though, Bindi still needed to break Beth’s spirit, her will to fight. The blonde was proving feistier this time I thought, crying out in pain from the hair attack but right now, showing no intention of submitting. Bindi surprised her though, quickly shifting forward and taking a side headlock which she used to bring Beth to her feet. There, she quickly thrust her hip into Beth’s side and rolled the blonde over it, back to the mat as she released the headlock to allow her to fall heavily to the mat. Beth was down and Bindi was quickly down on top of her, this time in a full body splash that made Beth groan as the impact winded her. Bindi smiled now, because she fancied things were going more her way all of a sudden. She was straight back in the hair too, dragging Beth on her hands and knees to the ring rope so she could rest her throat across the middle rope for a moment. Holding the top rope for balance now, she placed her knee in the middle of Beth’s back, pressing her hard into the rope for a second, then as she got off her and Beth remained on all fours, she pulled those pink panties down just a little. Just enough to expose Beth’s butt cheeks to a spanking, light, almost playful, but it was enough to draw a whimper from the blonde as she felt the flat of Bindi’s hand there.

Again, the Indian girl seemed to address her taunting at Jemma rather than Beth, turning to the corner as she remarked that ‘blondie likes her ass smacked doesn’t she Jemma?’

Jemma shifted a little uncomfortably perhaps as the contest continued quickly now as Bindi grabbed Beth’s hair, bringing her off the ropes and into the centre of the ring. Still on her knees, panties lowered a little, Beth was being set up, positioned for a possible standing head scissors, only to lunge and catch Bindi with a shoulder to the stomach now, just giving her a chance to get off the mat and try to pull her panties up. Whatever hints and tips Jemma had passed on to Beth apparently hadn’t included not worrying about your outfit, but worrying about your opponent. Hands both pulling on her panties, Beth left herself totally unprotected to a stinging slap to the face, and then Bindi closed both her hands over Beth’s perky tits, using that grip to pretty much walk the blonde back to the corner, again in front of Jemma. My daughter had a temper to match her fiery hair at times, and she shifted indignantly as Bindi leaned into Beth against the corner post, hand in the front of her panties, and started to grope her. ‘Ooohhh!’ Bindi clucked delightedly as her fingers found the mark now, stopping to tweak Beth’s left nipple playfully. ‘Kinky little cow is wet already Jemma!’ she announced, a smile crossing her face as she looked over Beth’s shoulder to lock eyes with Jemma.

Still, there was a fight to be won, and sensing Beth starting to struggle against her, Beth set the blonde up for an Irish Whip into the opposite corner. Again, Beth surprised us all, reversing the move and sending Bindi in to the corner instead. The Indian girl staggered out of the corner, looking a little the worse for wear, and Beth showed some surprising power to lift her into a bear hug. Bindi’s arms went out wide, in pain I thought at first, as her feet dangled clear of the mat; then she clapped both hands over Beth’s ears and the blonde dropped her back to her feet, squealing from the impact of the move. ‘Silly girl!’ Bindi chided her ‘did you think you could hurt a real wrestler like me with that move? Now, where we were?’ she asked, Irish whipping Beth back into the corner in front of Jemma again. The girls had gone back and forth for ten minutes, but it felt now like Beth might just be starting to show the first signs of tiring. Bindi felt it too, backing up a step but holding the top rope either side of Beth before using that grip to launch herself back at the blonde in a very short avalanche splash. Beth had no chance of avoiding the body to body contact and it took a little bit out of her I fancied. The Indian girl, while an inexperienced fighter herself, understood the impact body to body contact evidently had on Beth during a fight I thought. She made sure that was still that case too as she forced a knee in between Beth’s legs, just resting it against her crotch as she went to work on her in the corner.

She wrapped Beth’s right arm around the top ring rope first of all, pulling on it so that the rough rope cut in to Beth’s bicep harshly. Beth moaned in pain, then she screamed as Bindi delivered a stiff downward slap into her right breast now, the merest hint of a nail drag included nastily in the move. Then she slapped up into the underside of the same breast before she leaned her body right into Beth, her firm C cups and stiff nipples testing Beth’s breasts as she did so. ‘See how my tits are superior to blondie’s Jemma!’ Bindi taunted Jemma again rather than her actual opponent. Already the burgeoning rivalry between Bindi and Jemma seemed very evident to me. I knew it wasn’t going to be long before those two were back in the ring together. But for now, Bindi was starting to use her domination of Beth as a vehicle to rile Jemma.

And she was starting to dominate the match more now, that knee jerking up in to Beth’s pussy to make her groan. Bindi did it again, seeming to break the spirit of the blonde for a moment and at that point, a flash of inspiration came to her. ‘Now what was it you did to me earlier?’ she asked, as she put one of Beth’s legs out through the ropes now. ‘Ahh, yes! This was it’ she continued, ‘but I think you’ll find this a much more effective way’ she smirked smugly, putting Beth’s other leg in the same position as well. Spread wide, Beth’s butt was just about supported by the middle turnbuckle now. the painful predicament just about bearable for now. Then, Bindi was digging in the front of Beth’s panties again, Beth’s moan confirming very much that this was an erotic move and that couldn’t submit. Not that it stopped her from trying though as she squealed out ‘I give up!’

‘Sorry Beth honey’ Emma replied, paying strict attention to the rules ‘that’s about as erotic as attacks get. You can’t submit!’ she told the ailing blonde.

‘Mum!’ Jemma complained a little indignantly from the corner, but she had no real complaint in her either. Rules were rules, and Beth, as Bindi leaned in to suck on her stiff nipples now, had rather got herself trapped by the conditions she’d agreed to. ‘Mmmmmmm, Jemma! Blondie loves her little titties sucking on!’ Bindi now remarked, locking eyes with Jemma as she did so, the taunt hanging in the air at ringside. It seemed to be true too, Beth’s head was thrown back in a mix of pleasure and pain as she started to play with her own nipple now. ‘Naughty girl!’ Bindi chuckled, her fingers starting to work Beth’s pussy in an increasingly expert style. ‘Ooohhh…. aaaaaahhhhhh’ Beth groaned, her voice increasingly wispy and high pitched as she tried to fight off the waves of pleasure building within her. ‘Fight her Beth!’ Jemma implored from her seat behind the blonde.

‘She’s a little bit busy just now Jemma’ Bindi mocked, her fingers still bringing the blonde inexorably towards a building climax. ‘Aren’t you blondie?’ she cooed; her mouth right next to Beth’s ear as she looked at Jemma again. Beth made no reply other than to groan a little again, feeling Bindi’s warm breath on her earlobe, the gentle nipping of the Indian girl’s teeth on her earlobe as well. Then Bindi slapped her hand in the stomach once, her fingers never stopping from working Beth’s increasingly wet pussy. ‘I asked you a question blondie!’ Bindi chastised her now as Beth, lost in another wave of pleasure could only moan loudly ‘yeeeeeesssss……mmmnngghhh……. Aiiieeeee…. Bindi stop!!’

‘That’s right Beth’ Bindi mocked now ‘cum for the superior woman why don’t you. Look Jemma, see how a real woman can bring her to climax so easily’ she informed Jemma now.

‘Leave her alone you bully!’ Jemma complained from the outside, the anger clearly building within her.

‘You’ll get yours soon enough, you ginger bitch!’ Bindi scolded now ‘but you stay out of this’ she said as Beth squealed out in a screaming orgasm, the damp patch spreading clearly on the front of her pink panties showing that Bindi had forced her to squirt at her climax. Bindi now shoved her fingers into Beth’s mouth, making the blonde taste her own pussy on them before using the hair to finally pull her from that seated position on the turnbuckle. Beth fell to the mat in the corner, landing hard, and I fancied that the match was over now as Bindi quickly removed the blonde wrestler’s panties, carrying them to her corner, tutting as she did so. ‘You dirty bitch, I’ll have to clean these before they go in my collection now!’ she complained as she dropped them in the corner with the other two pairs of Beth’s panties, the flowery red ones from their first match here, and a black pair with pink spots one that she had presumably claimed in their second, more private encounter.

Now she returned to the ring, grabbing Beth’s hair roughly now, and I was pleased to see the blonde trying to fight back with a weak slap to Bindi’s belly. The Indian girl shook it off though, sending a knee into Beth’s body before she quickly scooped up and slammed the naked blonde hard, near her own corner. Bindi dropped her own panties to her ankles now. stepping out of them having exposed that thick bush of pubic hair which was in great contrast to Beth’s smoothly waxed pussy. And then she sat down hard on the blonde’s face, no further preamble, a reverse face sit that could surely be used to smother the blonde to submission. Bindi wanted to make sure of it though, one hand moving to claw at the blonde girl’s still wet pussy, the other hand clawing her belly, middle finger inserted into her belly button. Beth groaned, loudly and clearly enough given the Indian girl’s naked ass and pussy now riding her face, using that same grinding, rolling motion that Jemma had used on her so effectively. Bindi’s fingers, previously so expertly providing pleasure now were the harbingers of pain instead, a punishing position for an inexperienced young woman like Beth to find herself in.

Bindi eased the pressure on both claws for a moment, and in a last-ditch attempt, Beth tried to bridge. A chance then for Bindi to punish her once more, her hand slamming down into Beth’s stomach, the heel of the hand landing first to ensure it was every bit as effective as a body punch. Beth groaned as she felt it land and then, as she locked her eyes with Jemma, Bindi reapplied both of the claw holds harshly, punishing the blonde fighter. ‘See how a real woman subdues an opponent Jemma. How she makes them her bitch!’ Bindi mocked; the impact psychological on Beth who was being indirectly taunted as the Indian girl worked her thoroughly now. She could take no more and Jemma, clearly seething in her corner was in more or less the same position too, but she could do little about it until Beth blurted out ‘I submit Bindi, please stop!’ tears starting to come, soaking Bindi’s butt cheeks from beneath. ‘I give up!’ she cried out again.

‘Sure you don’t want to eat pussy first blondie?’ Bindi asked, mocking her, but she got off her quickly enough, allowing Emma to raise her hand in victory before she picked up her wrestling panties and sauntered back to her corner. Jemma had seen enough, slipping into the ring to console Beth now, helping her sobbing and naked friend to a seated position as she cuddled her, stroking her hair, allowing Beth to sob into her shoulder.

‘Bully!’ she shouted across the ring at Bindi who now had her kimono loosely at her shoulders.

‘Bitch’ Bindi shot back. ‘You’ll get your chance though soon enough. I’m going to India for the summer. When I return, I challenge you to a strip fight here. Bring blondie to watch if you like’ she confidently said ‘so that she can watch you get fucked by a superior woman too!’

‘You’re on bitch!’ Jemma said ‘but it’s you that’s getting beaten’ she shot at Bindi as the Indian girl left the ring and headed out of the garage, leaving Jemma to console the beaten blonde on the mat.

By the time Bindi had left, thanking Emma for hosting and refereeing, Jemma and Beth still hadn’t left the garage ring, but a little while later, they appeared, Jemma having given the blonde her shorts so that was clothed at least to walk through the house. Jemma, scooting through in her knickers and t-shirt laughing ‘don’t mind me, coming through!’ as she did so, leading Beth to her bedroom upstairs. A little while later, Jemma popped her head round the door to talk to us again as she said ‘Beth is still quite upset at losing like that, but she says thank you for refereeing so fairly. Is it OK if she stays over as she’s upset and her family are away? I don’t want her being all upset on her own. Jemma asked.

‘It’s fine Jem, you can make up the spare bedroom for her if you like?’ Emma said.

‘I’ll do the pull out for her in my room mum’ Jemma smiled ‘she really doesn’t want to be alone.’

‘OK dear, you do that then’ Emma smiled, a knowing look on her face that Jemma, already turning to run back upstairs as she shouted ‘kay mum, thanks!’ didn’t quite get to see.