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Bindi Gets Down and Dirty

By Wolfboy

Bindi’s training moves up a notch in India

‘Yes, yes Bindi, you did great against Riya, I agree. You dominated her at the end and you did make her your bitch. But I want you to be better and you need to be able to pass a test against a real Indian wrestler at the akhaara. If you take a match there it is a rite of passage. Only the very best Indian ladies can wrestle there, even in a private arrangement after hours. But I can get you in and it will make you a better wrestler!’

‘Thank you Auntie Priya’ Bindi replied, late into the holiday that she was spending with her aunt in India, the second time she had been there to learn from her. ‘I’ve learned so much from you, but do you think I’m ready for the akhaara?’ she asked. ‘I mean’ she continued ‘the wrestlers allowed to fight there are usually the real stars of Indian wrestling, aren’t they? Stars like you Auntie Priya?’ she asked her aunt.

‘Yes, they are Bindi’ Priya replied, ‘but they have to fight someone remember, and that’s where you come in Bindi. You’re going to be taking on Mrs Ayesha Yadav. A former regional champion of Indian wrestling. She’s making a return to action especially for you’ she told her niece.

‘Oh my!’ Bindi smiled ‘what an opportunity.’

‘Don’t get too far ahead of yourself Bindi!’ Priya cautioned. ‘I don’t expect you to win this match, but I do expect you to learn from her. Learn her tricks if you can and bring them to bear on that ginger haired whore Jemma!’ she instructed.

‘Yes, Auntie Priya’ Bindi said, a serious look on her face as she inwardly had visions of her great victory over Mrs Yadav at the akhaara tomorrow evening.

The akhaara was an unforgiving arena to wrestle in of course. The old stone building at the edge of town was steeped in history, many of the great Indian wrestlers having fought or trained there. Bindi knew that even her Auntie Priya had her own successes there, winning the all India wrestling championship there only a few years previously. Auntie Priya might have lost that title a couple of years later, but she was still a regional champion. At the akhaara, Priya was allowed to wear the white and gold sari associated with Indian champions. Ayesha would wear the pink and gold sari of a regional champion. Bindi wondered what colour she was supposed to wear.

The answer was blue; plain blue at that, the colour of novices in Indian wrestling Priya had explained as she handed Bindi the garment telling her to put that on and wear just that and her wrestling panties to the akhaara that evening. Priya would be accompanying Bindi, loosely to referee the match, but evidently, she trusted Ayesha. ‘She’s not exactly a fair fighter’ Priya explained ‘but it’s hard to cheat in Indian wrestling, the rules are very relaxed as you know Bindi.’

That was definitely true Bindi knew. Her aunt had her watching some of the great bouts of Indian wrestling, bouts in which even Olympic medallists had been bested; beaten down by hard women in the limited rules environment, or molested and teased to orgasms and ultimate defeat. Indian wrestling in its purest form combined all of the feminine combat styles. Most women were sound wrestlers in the sport, then seemed to specialise in either catfighting or sexfighting. The very best could do all three, Bindi knew, mulling that over in her mind as she and Priya made their way to the akhaara for the match that evening. ‘I will not coach you tonight Bindi’ Priya told her niece ‘not during the match. We will review the match in the morning. Try to make Mrs Yadav work for it though Bindi. She needs the workout if she’s going to regain her title!’

Those words rang in Bindi’s ears, playing over and over as they entered the building for the fight. The main pit of the arena was actually inside a central courtyard, open to the skies up above. Lit torches were placed around the courtyard, casting dancing light and deep shadows in the courtyard. ‘It’s a beautiful venue’ Bindi mused out loud as she took it in; a voice replied from the shadows ‘you wouldn’t think that if you saw it in the daylight. Us ladies get the best deal fighting after hours.’

It was her opponent, Ayesha Yadav, there in her pink and gold sari, ready to wrestle, her beautiful brunette hair curled perfectly, hanging around her shoulders, make up perfect. Mrs Yadav was a rare beauty Bindi realised; the older woman seemingly ready for a night out rather than a fight in a dirt pit. Bindi flushed a little, relieved for the half light in the courtyard that hid her embarrassment, her hair pulled into an untidy pony tail, no makeup, her relatively drab blue sari not reflecting the flickering light in the same way that Mrs Yadav’s did. Not that it would matter soon enough. The saris would be off and after a few rolls in the dirt, Mrs Yadav wouldn’t look so glamorous; Bindi was determined to make that the case.

‘Shall we?’ Mrs Yadav asked now.

‘Yes’ Bindi replied ‘lets’ as she stepped to the edge of the pit, noting the mixture of dirt and oil looked softer than she had expected.

Priya stepped to the edge of the pit too now. ‘Ladies please strip off your sari. This is Indian wrestling for a total submission or a knockout. No time limit. Bindi is 19 years old, 5 feet 6 inches, 138lbs, 34C-26-35. She has 3 wins and 1 defeat. Ayesha is 41 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 141lbs, 36C-25-38. She has 18 wins and 5 losses. Ladies, enter the pit and fight!’ Priya instructed and Bindi and Ayesha stepped to the centre of the pit. Bindi could see that Ayesha was powerfully built, thick thighs, tight abs, and she looked well at home wearing a pink thong trimmed with gold that matched her now discarded sari. In her sky-blue wrestling panties with the orange piping and white tassels, Bindi felt a little bit more awkward as she two closed in on each other, Mrs Yadav offering a quick handshake as she complimented Bindi ‘good girl! You look like a real Indian wrestler’ then asking ‘ready?’ she struck as Bindi nodded, hair pulling the startled teen into a side headlock, up and over her hip, and down into the dirt pit. Ayesha rode the headlock all the way down, cranking hard and riding her body across the body of her young opponent as she did so. Ten seconds and Bindi was down on her back in the dirt as Ayesha told her ‘never relax on the mats or in the pit Bindi’ training her at the same time as she wrestled. ‘Well, I’ll show her something’ Bindi though using the hair and a hand beneath Ayesha’s butt to roll her almost into the dirt. Then the older woman kicked her legs, Bindi lost her grip of the move and Ayesha crashed her butt down on Bindi’s body to wind her.

Now Bindi squirmed, trying to twist in the headlock, maybe shake Ayesha off her and get to her knees. She made it just a few inches to the side, then Ayesha grabbed her hair, already unfastening the bobble that held it in the ponytail. ‘Such lovely hair’ Ayesha remarked as she ripped at it ‘a shame to tie it up like that’ she reasoned as she used it, along with the tight headlock to force Bindi back to her feet. Once again, she took Bindi up and over her hip, this time allowing the younger fighter to fall heavily in the dirt, and she simply stood back, waiting for Bindi to get up and lock up again. Already, Bindi realised that wrestling wasn’t the way for her to go, and as the two closed in to lock up again, she struck with a punch to the pit of the stomach, landing right on the waistband of Ayesha’s pink and gold thong. She might not be able to out wrestle her but she could fight her, slamming home a second punch as Ayesha paused for a second and she dropped the experienced fighter to her knees in the dirt. Bindi used the hair and delivered a knee between the tits that knocked Ayesha on her back in the dirt. Bindi knew that had to have troubled Mrs Yadav and she lunged for her in a big splash; Ayesha simply raised her knees and caught her and it was Bindi who rolled off into the dirt, winded. Trying to catch her breath, Bindi was surprised to find Ayesha sticking to wrestling for now, grabbing her right foot and twisting it as she took the whole leg into a spinning toe hold for the moment.

Bindi moaned as she felt the pain of having her leg torqued painfully around the strong leg of Ayesha who then released the hold and held Bindi’s leg straight to deliver a knee to the hamstring. Then she stood back again, apparently enjoying the cat and mouse aspect of her battle with the young fighter. Priya’s niece looked confident at first, she had thought, now a little less so as she came in to lock up again, having stretched her leg out a little. Bindi had already tried wrestling and fighting, now she would try something else, getting behind Ayesha and dropping to her knees to go after the older woman’s pussy, her fingers getting inside that pink and gold thong, playing lightly across the older woman’s pussy. Ayesha moaned now ‘Ooohhh Bindi! You dirty little minx!’ She made no immediate attempt to defend the move though, even as Bindi’s fingers found their way through the evidently thick bush to slide inside her. ‘I’ve found her weakness’ Bindi thought to herself, a moment of elation before Ayesha casually flicked her heel back, catching Bindi in the stomach and knocking her on her butt in the dirt as she did so, clutching at her tummy and fighting to catch her breath.

‘Nice try Bindi’ she said as she slapped her lightly in the face ‘and actually not bad technique’ she commented before she pulled Bindi to her feet, slid a hand between her legs and body slammed her in the dirt. The surface was more forgiving that many expected, but Bindi felt it nonetheless; again, Ayesha didn’t follow up though, giving the young fighter time to find her way off the floor. Again, Bindi demonstrated her fighting spirit to lunge and headbutt Ayesha in the stomach, and the older woman staggered back, at least giving Bindi the room to get to her feet safely. She only got that far though before Ayesha was on her, hands in her hair, fiercely ragging the younger woman’s head around for a moment before using it to snap mare Bindi into a seated position down in the dirt. A jarring impact for to take for Bindi who groaned as she felt Ayesha’s right arm snake in around her throat in what could have been a choke but was really little more than a controlling move at this stage. Ayesha now looked to test Bindi differently for a moment, kissing the side of her face before she moved her target just to the corner of her mouth. Just as she had expected, Bindi tried to turn her head just enough to return the kiss and Ayesha denied her the chance, just tightening the choke for a moment to stop her from moving and responding. As much as she’d like to duel tongues with this teenager Ayesha thought, it wasn’t quite the time for that just yet. She controlled the urge, using the hair to force Bindi to her feet and immediately she showed off her technical wrestling skill, dropping to her knees and sending Bindi into the dirt with a fireman’s carry take over.

She felt an urge now to catball in the dirt with this feisty teenager, lunging for her and getting her hands into that thick mop of brunette hair. Pleased to feel Bindi doing the same, she started to roll the young fighter over and over in the dirt, their breath on each other’s faces, bodies duelling, legs battling the other woman’s. Bindi was a strong one Ayesha knew, and she almost paid the price for instigating the body to body contact as the teenager was able to stop the progress of the catball and have her time on top. She used the time wisely too, a knee into the pussy of the dangerous older fighter, then her firm tits and stiff nipples bearing down into the C cups of the more experienced woman. Ayesha’s head went back, feeling the shock of being trapped for a moment, feeling those firm young tits threatening to overwhelm hers. Bindi felt a little shudder from Ayesha’s body, saw the very faintest hint of concern in her eyes, and then found herself rolled so that she was back under Ayesha, her fleeting moment of advantage gone. Now Ayesha moved to trap Bindi with a cross pin and the teenager showed her ability, making it impossible for Ayesha to trap both her hands by wrapping one up in her glamorous hair. Her other hand was scissored firmly between those thick thighs now though and Ayesha started to play her hands across the body of the young fighter. A tweak of the nipples, her fingers tracing patterns lightly, it seemed to be all playful stuff from Ayesha at first. Bindi tried to bridge though and she found herself hammered hard in the belly, dropping her flat to the dirt and she felt Ayesha’s fingers moving further south. Squirming, Bindi thought that there was little she could do to defend other than pull hair which earned her the rebuke of another belly punch. Lower this time, nearing the waistband of her wrestling panties but there was nothing else she could do other than to keep pulling.

‘I don’t like you pulling my hair like that Bindi’ Ayesha complained now before she added ‘pull it like you mean it girl if you must pull it!’ She let out a little shriek as Bindi redoubled her efforts now as instructed, but she was in control of the situation still as her fingers reached Bindi’s waistband to pull at it, letting it snap back into Bindi’s belly a couple of times. She wanted to make sure that Bindi knew she was there; then her hand went inside the panties, pulling lightly at Bindi’s thick bush at first. ‘Mmmmmm, good girl. Like a real Indian wrestler’ Mrs Yadav complimented Bindi on that bush now, then she ripped at it with a little more vigour, drawing a yelp of pain from the teen. That was quickly replaced by one of more pleasure from Bindi who felt Ayesha’s fingers playing lightly, the touch sending a shock wave through her body as she couldn’t help but moan in the first throes of pleasure. ‘My God’ Bindi said out loud, thinking that Ayesha knew how to work a pussy like no one else she had fought. Then she howled out in pain as Ayesha switched to a claw hold for the briefest moment. Pleasure then pain, heightened by that fleeting pleasure she’d felt only seconds earlier, Bindi threw her head back, gritted her teeth and got her own fingers inside Ayesha’s thong, starting to finger fuck the older woman who let out a groan of pleasure herself now. Then Ayesha punched Bindi low in the belly twice, and Bindi’s counter attack was put paid to for the time being.

The cross-pin position wasn’t to Ayesha’s liking any more, not now Bindi had found a route to attack her from it as well, and she decided to forego it now. Now before one more sharp tug at that thick bush between her legs though, forcing Bindi to yelp in pain. Then she got to her feet motioning for Bindi to come and join her as she stepped out of own pink and gold thong. ‘Let’s finish this naked Bindi, like the best Indian woman always do’ she challenged, pleased to see that the teenager didn’t hesitate for a moment despite the apprehension she must have felt against the tough older woman. Both women threw their respective garments to the edge of the pit and started to circle each other, naked, patches of dirt and glistening patches of sweat on their skin, all illuminated by the flickering light of the flames dancing across them. An image played out since the first time two women had fought each other now played out again beneath the inky night sky in the open air akhaara.

Bindi knew she was outgunned in a straight, fair, fight. The fact that she realised that alone was learning enough for today; but she knew that she had to attack using everything she had to have any hope of subduing Ayesha now. As the Indian woman approached in a low crouch, looking to grapple, Bindi struck low and hard with a kick aimed to Ayesha’s naked pussy. It landed, probably catching Mrs Yadav more on the inner thigh, her thick legs absorbing the blow as she cried out in surprise. Again, Bindi may have mistaken surprise for pain as she pressed the attack, hurling a handful of dirt at Ayesha and then rushing in, throwing punches to the body before she got close enough to grapple on her terms. Terms that were largely erotic in nature. A hand tweaking Ayesha’s left nipple, one between her legs, trying to finger fuck her there in the centre of the pit. Then the lip lock, but instigated not by Bindi but by Ayesha, both hands in Bindi’s hair, luscious lips threatening to ravage the teen who could taste the older woman’s lipstick as her tongue fought and lost a battle for supremacy and dominance with Ayesha. Still Bindi’s fingers worked feverishly between Ayesha’s legs, doing it well too, Ayesha would have to admit, but not enough for an experienced woman like her as she cut Bindi off with a big forearm smash across her tits. Firm tits that she again crushed to Bindi’s chest with a second forearm smash, finally stopping the feisty teen’s work on her pussy. Now Ayesha took over; she had toyed with Bindi for ten minutes while the teen had given it her best shot, but now she would demonstrate to her how a real Indian lady wrestler dealt with a young upstart. She waist locked Bindi, bringing a surprised expression of pain to her face with a pussy pounding atomic drop, Bindi letting out the smallest whimper of pain as she reached for her womanhood.

Ayesha took the teen down in to the dirt now for a second, rolling her across her hip and letting her fall hard. Bindi may have been winded and Ayesha wasn’t letting up, allowing a right hand from the teenager to bounce off her abs before she ripped her back to the floor by her long brunette hair. Bindi was tired; the short battle taking place in sapping humidity and the sexual tension she felt between her and the older woman all serving to tire her out. Again, Ayesha pulled her to her feet, and now she felt Ayesha’s hand between her legs, almost marvelling at the ease with which she found herself lifted before she cried out in pain from a back breaker. Bindi writhed in pain down in the dirt, and Ayesha leaned in to tell her ‘I have something that you can use when you fight that little ginger whore…Priya has told me all about that dear.’ With that, the older woman rolled Bindi to her front, straddling her back while keeping her weight a little to the right. A double handful of hair helped her pull Bindi into a reverse chin lock, more of a neck crank in fact as she forced Bindi to turn her head to the right. Bindi’s hands pushed at the dirt, trying to find the purchase to support herself, maybe to fight back. Ayesha pulled her back further, forcing Bindi to arch her back in pain’ then she sunk her right hand in to Bindi’s right breast, a mauling of such expertise that Bindi immediately opened her mouth to scream out in pain. She tried to scream, but Ayesha cut the cry off in her throat, lip locking her and thrusting her tongue deep in to Bindi’s mouth. The young wrestler was overwhelmed, in pain and the orgasm building within her too as Ayesha started to fondle her tits more sensually now. Bindi was done, unable to scream, on the verge of submission as Ayesha pulled her back a little more. Her eyes screwed shut in pain, trying to ward off the orgasm, she felt no choice other than to submit, tapping at the dirt pit frantically to give up.

‘Oh Bindi’ Ayesha cooed now ‘and you’re so close as well. I think you should get to cum anyway’ she said, flipping the younger woman on to her back with a half nelson, before she took a cross pin, one of her breasts resting on Bindi’s face. ‘Suck on that Bindi’ she commanded, the teenager’s tongue flicking around Ayesha’s stiffening nipple while the older woman got her fingers into Bindi’s pussy now, starting to finger fuck her slowly as Bindi groaned in ecstasy, being expertly worked to orgasm by the victor as she started to cry out almost at the verge of climax.

Now Ayesha upped the tempo of her finger fucking and it was all too much for Bindi, the waves of pleasure crashing through her body as she screamed out ‘Ooooohhhhh! OOOOHHHHH! FUCK!! AAAIIIEEEEE………. OOOOHHHHH!! FUCK YES!!!’ the orgasm finally, expertly, ripped from her body by Ayesha who left Bindi there in the dirt of the pit, at the centre of the akhaara, looking up at the starry night sky. The older woman went and picked up Bindi’s wrestling panties telling her ‘I’ll take those for my trophy cabinet Bindi but I have something for you’ as she went back to her own corner, Bindi sitting up now watching the sway of Ayesha’s hips as she sauntered across the pit, the flickering torch light dancing across her curves. She came back and dropped her own pink and gold thong on the ground by Bindi who looked up at her confused.

‘I know you collect the panties of girls you beat Bindi’ she told the teenager ‘your Auntie Priya told me this; what good Indian girl doesn’t do such a thing. So, add these to your collection. An extra pair will help to spread more confusion for that ginger bitch that you are going to fight. Make sure you beat her. Maybe one day you could bring her here and fight her in the akhaara too? She wouldn’t be the first English girl to fight here, but they’ve all been crushed into the dirt by superior Indian girls! Ayesha smiled, her eyes reflecting the light now, showing her glee as it did. She gave Bindi a quick hug, and walked off in to the shadows at the end of the akhaara, shouting back over her shoulder ‘good luck Bindi!’

Still, Bindi was a little downcast as she walked to her corner to slip her blue sari back on before going to speak with Auntie Priya. Now Bindi smiled a little as Priya told her ‘not bad Bindi, not bad. I thought she would beat you quicker than that!’

‘Really?’ Bindi asked ‘I thought it was quick?’

‘It was, but she has beaten many novices quicker than that. And you took it to her. You had her in more trouble with that pussy work of yours than she might like to admit. I could see it in her at times. When you put those kind of moves on Jemma, and use the things you’ve learned from Ayesha too, there will be nothing she can do about it Bindi!’ Priya confidently told her niece who seemed to grow just that little bit more with the compliment from her Aunt.