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Pride of India

By Wolfboy

Emma tackles Priya head on in a battle of fighting Amazons

Well the morning of the match started interestingly enough, first with an early morning phone call between Emma and Priya, relatively civil all things considered. ‘Anything goes, no ref, one-hour time limit with a break after 30 minutes for a 5-minute period. Most submissions in the time limit wins or there can be a total submission of the match at any time’ Emma told me. ‘Topless too and you get the afternoon off to watch Steve; she says the girls should second us. True fighting women shouldn’t need any assistance in the corner apparently’ Emma said, rolling her eyes. ‘You get to watch though, apparently, you’re in charge of keeping Beth and Gita in order again. And I guess starting the timer as well.’

‘Should be fun trying to keep them in order’ I laughed, adding ‘I mean, it’s not like they were threatening to rip each other apart just yesterday is it?’ I pointed out, rolling my eyes.

‘You’re a grown up dear…you’ll think of something, don’t worry’ Emma smirked, enjoying my impending predicament for a moment.

‘I’d better go and let Jemma know what the deal is I guess’ Emma suggested ‘make sure she’s OK with it.’

‘OK with what?’ a voice asked from the next room, quickly followed by Jemma leading Beth into the kitchen, in search of food I assumed.

‘Me and Priya fighting today, You and Bindi to second if that’s OK. I’ve just been talking about the rules with your Dad Jem. But essentially an hour of anything goes catfighting’ she said.

‘An hour!!’ Jemma exclaimed ‘I fought for thirty minutes and I feel done in today!’ she continued ‘mind you, I did get…well you know…’ she pointed out, shrugging at the end.

‘It’s true dear, you did’ Emma agreed, smiling a little sympathetically. ‘It happens to everyone at some point. Try not to let it worry you’ she encouraged.

‘Oh, I’m not that bothered mum’ Jemma confirmed. ‘I mean, I’d much rather it didn’t happen, but it did. Bindi fucked me in front of everyone and I can’t change that now until next time. Beth and I spoke about it last night, and we agreed that I can’t let it bother me’ she told us. Then she went on a little more hesitantly now, pulling Beth a little closer to her for support as she did so ‘erm……guys……there’s something we want to let you know while we’re at it……erm……well……Beth and I, we’re not just friends……mum…dad, we’re a couple…..we wanted to tell you sooner but……’ she tailed off looking a little apprehensively.

And Emma just smiled ‘well I’m glad that’s all out in the open now. Been so tricky tiptoeing around it while you guys weren’t ready to tell us. It’s wonderful. Really it is’ she said, calling both girls in for a hug. ‘So welcome to the family Beth’ she said. I told Jemma weeks ago when she was conflicted about her feelings that I love her for her; the same goes for you too dear’ she said as the hug continued for some time.

‘Proud of you both for being who you are’ I said agreeing with Emma and hugging both girls, ‘and just as Emma says, welcome to the family Beth! Things can be a little unorthodox around here’ I laughed ‘but to be fair, at least you know that already!’ I laughed.

‘Ha! That’s definitely true!’ Beth laughed, adding ‘but it’s great’ Jemma decided to lead her off back to the lounge, the sound of them chatting and laughing slowly fading as they reached the stairs, heading up.

‘So sweet’ Emma said, looking a little misty eyed at the news. ‘Mind you, it was so obvious wasn’t it Steve?’ she asked me.

‘Was it?’ I asked ‘I mean, come on, I am a man. Sometimes we have to be told stuff remember Em!’ I laughed.

‘Steve! Beth came and held her hand when she was getting fucked yesterday. Bindi ribbed them about it non-stop for the last two matches we’ve seen her in. It was right there in front of you?’ she giggled, rolling her eyes at me.

‘I just thought she was being a really supportive friend and that before that it was the usual catfight trash talk between girls who know each other’ I shrugged, sighing a little comically as I asked ‘why does nobody tell me anything around here?’ earning a bat on the arm from a laughing Emma.

‘Literally right there in front of you Steve…’ she giggled.

Exciting news or now, there was the matter of a fight to take place today. The good news with Jemma now fighting too was that there wasn’t often a need for the ring to be taken down now, so it would just take a check of the structure today before the match. All of which meant a little more time than usual for Emma to prepare herself for a match; I wasn’t sure that helped much given that we knew so little about Bindi’s aunt, Priya. We figured Bindi’s more sexual style of fighting perhaps to be a clue; beyond which we really had very little to go on, other than Priya looking like she matched up well with Emma physically. This was going to be one of those instances where we really would find it all out on the mats. After the morning had passed, and Priya, Bindi and Gita had arrived, a brief, cordial enough discussion between Emma and Priya had led to their final agreement to fight each other. Twenty minutes later, Emma and I along with Jemma and Beth stood waiting in the garage ring. Awaiting the appearance of the Indian fighter in the ring. Emma was stood there, basically looking ready to fight now in a light turquoise coloured mesh thong with just a hint of lace detail, along with the matching bra for the moment. Her finger nails were painted a matte dark green colour, apart from the index finger of both hands which was painted in a matching colour to her lingerie. She was ready, looking calm and confident enough as she waited for Priya. I guess it was the confidence of having already fought countless big tough women, but nonetheless, I knew that there would be some apprehension within her too given the unknown elements at play here.

She wouldn’t have to wait much longer to start unravelling those unknowns though as Priya appeared, leading Bindi and Gita into the garage. Priya now wore a gorgeous gold and white sari to the ring, her long dark hair loose at her shoulders, lightly curled. She may have looked glamorous, but a look set in her eyes suggested she was very much here to fight. Although Emma and Priya were the two main protagonists here, it was Bindi who spoke first telling Jemma ‘I enjoyed fucking you yesterday. How do the two little lovers feel about that today, bitches?’ she enquired, referring to her burgeoning relationship with Beth.

The answer came from Beth today, not Jemma, and not with words but actions as she pulled Jemma to her and the two locked lips in a passionate kiss that sent Bindi to Priya’s corner, a little open mouthed in surprise. As Jemma and Beth broke apart, Jemma giving Beth a light smack on the ass, it was time. Bindi and Jemma took the corner woman roles. Beth and Gita sat either side of me in the fight viewing area, and the two women in the ring eyed each other from the opposite corners. ‘I am Priya Patel’ the Indian woman spoke first ‘I am 46 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 180lbs, 40DD-27-40 and I have 64 wins and 16 losses’ she said, taking off her sari to stand topless in just a rich gold coloured thong with a little bit of white lace detail on the front. Her nails were painted in a matching gold shade, even her eye shadow matched. A fierce but equally beautiful woman and evidently an experienced fighter as we would have expected.

‘And’ Emma replied, unhitching her bra and passing it to Jemma ‘I’m Emma Baines, I am 42 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 172lbs, 40E-28-38 and I have 63 wins and 22 defeats’ she told the Indian woman and the room in general. ‘Shall we?’ she asked Priya now and the fight was underway as Priya replied ‘yes, lets.’ It started in an unusual fashion too, Priya offering her hand to Emma in a clean handshake before the two experienced women started to circle. Priya operated out of a low wrestler’s crouch to start with, cautiously circling, probing for the opening and that gave Emma the chance to lead off with a slap to the face. If Priya wanted to wrestle, Emma was going to do anything she could to make it a fight. Priya just shrugged it off though and continued to press through the first moments of the fight, taking another slap as she strayed into range a little. Emma may have described Priya’s arse as ‘fat’ the previous evening. But stripped down to fight, that proved to be far from the truth. She may have had a big enough ass, but just like the rest of her, it was solidly built, a slap to it from Emma proving that as not a lot moved there on the impact. A minute in, the tension of the opening still there as both ladies paced themselves through the opening of a potentially long contest. Priya made her first offensive move now, a backhand to the stomach just testing Emma for the first time. The slow pace continued, the four younger girls in the room finding the slower style a little confusing at first, shifting in their seats a little anxiously. To me, it seemed to make sense; neither woman knowing all that much about the other, but being pretty aware that they could be punished for any mistake. Emma slapped Priya’s face, Priya backhanded her to the belly; the pattern continued, slowly, deliberately, each testing the other as they looked for a weakness.

Emma tried for the hair now. sort of succeeding as she claimed a good handful of it, but then it turned into a chance for Priya to show some wrestling skill, using a waist lock to lift and throw Emma to the mat. Seated, Emma let out a bit of a gasp as Priya settled in behind her, retaking the waist lock from behind now and pulled hard to tighten the hold quickly. Then she leaned in, pressing her chin in to Emma’s upper back, between the shoulders, just adding that little bit extra to the move already. Emma countered quickly though, using the hair to Priya into a side headlock and leaned into her, knocking the Indian woman to the mat on her side. Emma cranked hard, feeling she was in a position of strength, Priya groaned and then she used the hair herself to force Emma into a side head scissors. One look at the Indian woman’s legs would tell you that she was going to have plenty of power behind any scissor hold, and Emma grunted in pain, registering the first squeeze from Priya’s power packed thighs. Troubled or not by the scissors, Emma was immediately on the move, getting to her knees and round in front of Priya where she got a knee in between her crossed ankles, forcing them apart and she popped her head out of the scissor hold, immediately diving to take the headlock again. Once more she cranked hard on the headlock and Priya groaned before countering, slipping out of the backdoor and trapping Emma face down on the mat in a hammerlock. It was the kind of start nobody in the room had completely expected, the two topless ladies producing some technical wrestling so far. I could see Jemma and Bindi taking in the action, almost like chess progeny learning to play by watching grand masters in action.

Priya gave Emma a slap for her troubles, across the back of the head down on the mat, not a very punishing blow, and then she used the hair to bring Emma to her feet and into a side headlock. Now Emma backed Priya into the ropes, using a little dig to the ribs to weaken the grip on the headlock, and she Priya into the ropes, setting herself to shoulder check the Indian woman to the ground. They collided hard at centre ring though, and neither budged an inch from the collision of 350lbs of fighting female flesh. Both backed up a little now eyeing each other with a little more caution and a hint of respect.

‘Not bad’ Priya nodded ‘you can actually wrestle too. Unusual for a catfighter’ she admitted, perhaps taken aback a little.

‘I’ve been around’ Emma allowed in reply ‘but can you fight as well as you can wrestle?’ she asked of Priya.

‘I’ve been around too’ the Indian woman responded a little testily, dropping back into the low wrestler’s crouch as she started to circle Emma now. This time the initial attack was quicker to come, Priya faking to lunge at Emma’s legs, on reflex, Emma reacted but found Priya darting back into range to bury a front kick along the waistband of her thong. Emma groaned, realising that she’d be suckered in, but sticking to wrestling for now, Priya went back to the headlock, flipping Emma over her hip to crash to the mat, Priya landing on top of her, headlock still in place, to try and set up a grinding, punishing hold. Emma’s first instinct was to grab hair, Priya taking the sharp pain of the hair pulling attack with a wry smile. ‘Ah, yes. Hair pulling; you are a catfighter after all!’ she laughed in her plummy accent, grinding her arms in tight around Emma’s head. Then she was surprised as Emma almost rolled her to her back, only some frantic kicking of her powerful legs in the air stopping her progress towards her back, She crashed back down, shifting her body a little to prevent a repeat, riding her weight across Emma’s chest as much as possible and she started to work the headlock in, stopping only to call Emma a ‘bitch!’ as she went to the hair again.

The pattern was set for the early going though it seemed as Emma struggled beneath the Indian woman. Her hair pulling seemed to have next to no effect on Priya at this stage, but I knew that could be a sudden thing. I’d seen girls take 20 minutes of hair pulling, then suddenly submit twice to it in moments as the cumulative effect took hold. The match passed five minutes though with Emma still well trapped beneath Priya in the headlock as she teased ‘is that all you’re going to do Emma? Lie there and pull hair like a little bitch?’ I don’t think that was Emma’s plan at all but for the time being she didn’t seem to have the answer, forced to lie there and take it from the strong Indian wrestler. Priya made a mistake now though. In trying to cover the fundamentals as a wrestler, she shifted again so that her DD cup breasts could start to smother Emma. Sound wrestling perhaps, but against a catfighter like Emma, not such a good idea, and Emma straight away got her teeth into them, causing Priya to shriek and scramble clear.

‘You dirty cow!’ she bemoaned Emma’s tactics. ‘Biting me!’ she moaned again but Emma just shrugged as she pointed out ‘it’s no rules stupid. Tit biting is going to be the least of your troubles when I’m done with you.’

‘We’ll see’ Priya said, a little menacingly I thought as they started to circle each other again. This time it was Emma who was keener to close the gap I thought, testing Priya’s defences as she slapped at her arms and then she rushed her, a flurry of slaps letting her bully the Indian back to the walled area. Slaps to the body were thrown by both, the sounds of hands on skin, the occasional slight acknowledgements of pain all filling the garage as both had their successes. Then Emma got a knee up in to Priya’s pussy and although it wasn’t a knee strike, she ground the knee in to cause her some trouble. A handful of hair too, pulling Priya’s head to the side as she tried to rag her around. Priya still didn’t complain about the hair pulling this time and instead she took a powerful bear hug on Emma in response, her strong arms grinding in to her back as she tried to lift Emma off her feet and increase the pain. Emma wasn’t about to let that happen though, and she clapped her arms around Priya’s head in response to stun her into releasing the hold. Now Emma went with a short right hand to the body, looking to take the wind out of Priya and the Indian woman decided to fight fire with fire now, sending a right hand of her own in to Emma’s body. A slap to the face followed and then she stepped on to Emma’s foot and tried to chop her down with a right hand to the jaw. Emma blocked that though and clamped a double handed breast maul on to her, starting to punish Priya who moaned in pain as she felt Emma’s nails and fingers starting to cause her pain. In against the wall again, Emma leaned in to add extra power to the move, looking deep into Priya’s eyes for the signs of weakness as the Indian woman moaned in pain. There didn’t seem to be much in the way of submission there just yet, but a knee lift to the pussy from Emma saw her slide down the wall, groaning in pain, as Emma managed to finally take a degree of control over the first fall. She moved on to the attack decisively too now as she gave Priya problems with a kick to the stomach before she choked her, there sat against the wall, with a foot pushed against her throat. Priya didn’t seem to have too much idea what to do to counter that other than to tap out pretty quickly and Emma took a one nil lead.

‘Score one for the dirty catfighter’ she laughed out loud, breaking the hold as the rules had dictated. She could only attack again when Priya had only two points of contact with the ground after a submission. She hovered close by, wanting to attack the instant it was possible, and she paid dearly for her keenness. There were no rules to stop Priya from attacking before she had only two points of contact, and with Emma waiting patiently, Priya spotted her chance like a hungry lioness spotting her prey. She went for Emma with perfect timing, delivering an uppercut to the crotch and Emma dropped to the mats in front of her, face a surprised mask of pain as she clutched her womanhood after the surprise shot. ‘Yes, Auntie P!’ Bindi cheered from her corner; the aforementioned Auntie P taking an immediate advantage with a short headbutt to the jaw, putting Emma on her back. Priya may have appeared to be a pure wrestler at first, but nothing was further from the truth it seemed as she raked Emma’s body with her nails now and took control of the second fall. Brutally so too as she got Emma off the mat by her long auburn hair and sent a knee lift up into her breasts. Emma was doubled up but not down which gave Priya a perfect target to repeat the dose, this time sending the knee to the stomach, allowing Emma to crash back to the mat after she had struck this time.

Priya stood over Emma who was face down on the mat now, just allowing her to raise herself slightly from the mat before an elbow drop across the shoulders put her flat out again. Again, Priya got to her feet, content for a slow steady pace. She wanted to deliver a beatdown I suspected, but at her own pace, methodically picking Emma apart. Now it was a kick to the body that she used, sending Emma rolling across the mat with it as she groaned loudly. Reaching the ropes, Emma knew that she had to use them to force herself to her feet, rather than remain grounded where Priya seemed so adept at punishing her. As she pulled on the ropes and reached her feet though, she was caught almost immediately with a punishing right hand to the rib cage, sending her reeling along the ropes towards her own corner. ‘Come on dirty catfighter’ Priya mocked her, already looking confident as a stinging slap caught Emma high on the head, above her raised hands. Now Priya stepped it up a gear. Nails slashing across Emma’s stomach first of all, then as her arms naturally dropped to that, a stinging slap across the face. Then she turned her back to Emma for a moment and slammed her solid and very ample butt hard into Emma’s belly now. A winding blow that left Emma doubled up in the corner and straight in trouble as Priya forced her head down, quickly trapping it between her thick thighs and, levering both of Emma’s arms up her back, and she fell to her side with Emma trapped in a head scissors.

Priya grabbed Emma’s upper arms now with her left arm, able to hold them pinned in place that way and she started to slap hard to the body, pinching and nipping at Emma’s skin as she did so. A right hand to the pit of the stomach hardly helped Emma’s cause before Priya closed in on her main target; Emma’s breasts. Still a little on the sensitive side from her brawl with Annie recently, they made an inviting target for Priya who nonetheless took her time about it. Some quite sensual rubbing of the breasts coupled with an occasional nipple tweak did little to hurt Emma but plenty to stiffen her nipples for potential future attacks. Some more slapping to the body followed as Emma tried to free her arms from the surprisingly vice-like grip of Priya; not hurting her but definitely controlling, denying her the chance to the free them. Emma tried to reach her knees now, looking for some sort of escape. Priya straightened her legs for a moment, her powerful thighs quickly putting Emma back under control as she yelled out in pain. Priya started the breast work again now, still largely sensual in nature, although she dug her nails in for a moment as Emma cried out ‘bitch!’ in response.

‘What?’ Priya mocked her now ‘the dirty catfighter doesn’t like it?’ she laughed as she put the squeeze on once again, Emma suffering between her thighs, unable to get her arms free still. Unable to mount a serious counter it seemed too as she suffered, but not in silence, her cries of pain starting to fill the garage as Priya eased off with the scissors for the moment. The Indian wrestler was more than happy to bide her time; she knew that her powerful legs had control of Emma and could grind her down over a prolonged period this way. She even finally released Emma’s arms now, allowing her to flex them to get some feeling back into the, before Emma started to punch at her thick thighs now. Thighs that she flexed again to punish Emma who moaned in pain but continued to hammer away at Priya’s legs. The Indian woman seemed largely unmoved by Emma’s flailing attacks, probably feeling like she was tiring herself as much as anything. It looked that way too; over five minutes trapped in the grinding scissors, and the steam was definitely started to go out of her punching attacks. ‘Come on dirty catfighter’ Priya taunted ‘is that all?’ she questioned as she squeezed once again with her legs, smiling as she heard Emma moan ‘Aaaaggghhhhh!’

Still no submission though. The first session of the match had been running for almost twenty minutes now and despite being dominated at this point, Emma held her one submission to nil lead. Not for much longer if Priya had her way though, starting with that sensual breast work once again, purring with satisfaction as she felt Emma’s nipples stiffen easily to her touch once more. ‘Good girl’ she teased Emma; ‘responding to the superior woman’s touch.’ Barely had a retort formed on Emma’s lips though than her legs moved back to full power and Priya launched into a very effective double handed breast attack, nails in the underside of the breast, nipple twisted, and Emma screamed out in pain. ‘Jesus! Fuck!’ she yelled, feeling the effectiveness of Priya’s attack. ‘Aaaaggghhhhh!’ she groaned again as the Indian wrestler punished her with another nipple twist. Then a final, long and powerful, squeeze of those mighty legs and Emma was driven to submission as she cried out ‘I give, I give!’ feeling her head getting crushed by the Indian woman’s thighs. Priya broke the hold, patted Emma’s cheek a little condescendingly and stood well back, not wanting to fall into the trap Emma had previously. She looked ready to strike again though, a fine sheen of sweat adding a shine to her skin as she flexed those legs, waiting for Emma to rise.

As she did so, it started a torrid period for Emma through to the thirty-minute mark and respite in her corner. Priya kicked it off, lifting her with an ease that belied Emma’s 173lb frame, walking her to the very centre of the ring before body slamming her hard. She waited patiently then too, just allowing Emma to rise a little wearily before reeling her into a side headlock and quickly sending her up and over her hip to send her to the mat hard again. Once more, Priya stood back, but not for long this time, crashing a knee into Emma’s side as she reached all fours to bowl her to the mats. Priya had no plans to allow her to stay down there though, and using the hair, she dragged Emma, crawling at first, towards her corner in front of a delighted Bindi. ‘Let’s turn you into a pretty little bimbo with this shall we?’ Priya questioned, patting the top turnbuckle as she did so. At least Emma knew what was coming, and it looked like she had blocked it, hands on the ropes and foot braced on the middle turnbuckle. Priya whipped a hard punch round into her belly and then completed her plans, rapping Emma’s face into the unforgiving turnbuckle quickly three times. Emma staggered back to the centre of the ring now, turning slowly, just in time to receive a running clothesline from Priya that bowled her to the mat heavily. Still the Indian woman allowed her no respite, forcing her into a seated position and straight in to a dragon sleeper hold, loosely applied but controlling it appeared.

It was that control which was vital to Priya’s plans now. She didn’t want Emma to submit to the hold; she just wanted her held in place now so that she could start to weaken her in a more unorthodox way instead. That was evident as she snaked a hand down Emma’s body and straight under the waistband of her turquoise thong. Almost straight away Emma moaned ‘ooooooohhhhh’ as she realised the Indian woman’s attentions to be purely erotic for now. She knew as well as anyone that an orgasm could often be an effective way of weakening a fighter, at least distracting her; she’d used it and had it used against her in the past as had Priya. Knowing it and fighting it can be two different things, especially when you’ve got a strong opponent in your ear calling you a ‘cheap western whore.’ Emma groaned, a first wave of pleasure building quickly within her, but Priya slowed the tempo of her finger fucking down now, taking her time to make Emma cum as she checked the ring timer which still showed around three minutes remained. Her slow fingering continued, Emma grabbing her arm to try and stop her but to no avail as Priya cranked on the dragon sleeper a little tighter and started to increase the tempo of her finger fucking again. ‘Noooo’ Emma moaned, almost trying to convince herself that she could hold back the waves of pleasure that were building inside her again. ‘Mmmmmnnnggghhhh……mmmmffff’ she continued, trying to stop herself from getting so turned on and overwhelmed by Priya, she was failing miserably though. ‘Nooooo’ she groaned again. ‘Noooo?’ Priya cooed quietly in her ear, ‘are you sure, because you seem to be enjoying it you dirty bitch!’ she mocked, knowing that Emma couldn’t control things for much longer now.

‘Ooooohhhhh……oh fuck! Aiiieeeee……ooooooohhhhh……Fuck……FUCK!’ Emma cried out now, unable to control herself as Priya expertly brought her to a climax. The wet patch that spread on Emma’s thong was testament enough to that fact. The way she lay on the mat in a hot mess as Priya released the sleeper hold reaffirmed it, and Priya’s glance at the clock suggested that she felt the remaining 90 seconds of the round might just be enough time now to open a lead. She set about it quickly, pulling Emma up and delivering a cruel pussy pounding atomic drop that saw Emma drop back to the mat clutching her womanhood and groaning loudly in pain. Priya went straight in with a crushing leg drop across the chest, and immediately converted it to a reverse face sit with a crotch claw that had Emma howling in pain as time ticked by. It wasn’t quite enough to pull another submission out of her though as she just about hung on to the thirty-minute mark and the break. Priya delivered a couple of nasty punches to the breasts just before the session finished, and then she broke, heading to her corner as Jemma entered the ring to get Emma back to her corner quickly.

The relatively short mid round breaks and inexperienced corner woman made for an interesting dynamic in both corners now. Priya was almost using her interval to teach Bindi again, showing her again now how pleasure had led quickly to greater pain for Emma. ‘She’s weakened too by cumming so early in the match Bindi’ Priya pointed out. ‘It’s something that you can use you know. You have the skills to make a girl cum in a match. Even Ayesha was surprised by your sexfighting skills’ she told her niece, a look of pride spreading on the young girls face at that.

Over in the other corner, Jemma was doing her best to offer tactical advice to her far more experienced mother, after warning her ‘this is going to be cold mum!’ and applying an ice pack to her crotch. ‘Jesus!’ Emma moaned as she felt the ice pack ‘good idea though hun’ she admitted. ‘Dad told me to do it’ she laughed, ‘and tactically, you’ve got to keep her out of your knickers mum, she’s going to come after you again like that for sure, because that’s just how Bindi operates!’ Jemma advised.

That was it though, the short break over quickly and the match back underway with Emma circling cautiously with Priya. ‘Wrestler huh?’ she asked Priya ‘funny style of wrestling’ she challenged.

‘What?’ Priya laughed in reply ‘you didn’t realise that Indian wrestling is a real anything goes style? Too bad’ she smirked, stepping in to rock Emma with a slap to the breasts. Emma fired back, a punch to the stomach that seemed to bounce of Priya’s sold body and then she went to the hair. ‘Fucking hair again bitch?’ Priya complained, but she had no choice other than to follow Emma to the corner, taking a face full of turnbuckle before the Indian woman found herself spun round for Emma to lash a slap across her breasts. Priya moaned a little at that and was rocked further as Emma went with a short right hand to the face. It was a fast start that was needed by Emma to get back in to the fight after her torrid end to the first session, and she continued by sending two hard shots into Priya’s body. Again, the Indian woman took it well enough but another slap to the breasts rocked the Indian woman as Emma set her up for a whip to the opposite corner in front of Bindi. She delivered it with force too, the ring seeming to shudder as Priya hit the turnbuckles hard, and seemed to sag there against them, apparently looking a little winded.

Apparently, but not so, as she lashed a kick out at Emma, catching her in the thigh as she looked to attack there in the corner. Emma was just put on the back foot for a second and it was enough for Priya to attack, exploding out of the corner with a clothesline that sent Emma crashing to the mat. At her opponent’s feet, Emma was at the Indian wrestler’s mercy and she received none as Priya sent a hard kick into her body. Emma rolled across the mats groaning as she tried to recover, Priya stalked her confidently, and tried to repeat the dose. This time Emma grabbed her foot and tripped her to the mats to avert what would have been a pretty disastrous second blow for her. Priya still rolled quickly to her feet though and she caught Emma still rising, sweeping her straight up to deliver a body slam, and a matter of three minutes into the second session, it appeared Priya had taken back control. Again now, Priya took her time to attack methodically, knowing that she had time on her side to try and force submissions from Emma. She allowed her to reach all fours before slamming a heel kick down between Emma’s shoulder blades, flattening her to the mat. Emma groaned but Priya grabbed her auburn hair, forcing her to crawl after her towards the ring ropes. Simple and effective attacks seemed to be Priya’s style to me; here she simply got Emma’s throat across the bottom rope and pressed her foot on the back of her head to deliver the rope choke as Emma flailed helplessly beneath her.

Priya was weakening Emma again now, and she brought Emma back off the ropes using the hair and she started to punish Emma some more as she clamped on a choke hold with Emma kneeling before her. She sensed the danger in that position almost as soon as she applied the hold though and she cut Emma down harshly with a knee to the breasts. It was getting tough for Emma quickly in session two, and Priya demonstrated some of those wrestling skills now, lifting Emma from behind and falling back to deposit her on the mat with a back suplex. As Emma moaned in pain, the air taken from her very effectively by the move, Priya showed she could be catty too, as she slashed her nails across Emma’s body now. ‘I have nails too bitch’ she told Emma in her plummy accent, adding ‘and I know just how to use them’ as Emma shrieked when she sunk them into her breasts for a moment. Once more, Priya pulled Emma from the mat, sending her quickly chest first into the corner. Emma hit the buckles and as she staggered back from the corner, she was trapped straight away in a sleeper hold. Priya’s powerful arms were clamped tightly around her neck and head causing big trouble that got worse for Emma as Priya pulled her to the mat and into the vice like grip of a strong body scissors too.

‘Get your fingers in there mum!’ Jemma advised from the corner now, ‘keep your chin tucked in!’ she cautioned, remembering her mum’s coaching from when she had taken on Sophie. ‘Very wise’ Priya laughed, grabbing the hair for a moment to ease Emma’s head back and make sure her arm was in tightly across the throat, ensuring Jemma’s second coaching tip was no longer valid. Emma pulled at Priya’s arms with everything she’d got now, but she could barely move her before Priya used the hold to wrench her head to the side. ‘Give up Emma’ Priya taunted ‘or you’re going out!’ the Indian woman advised as Emma tried to pull her arms away. Toying with her now it seemed, Priya actually loosened the hold for a split second, almost imperceptibly, knowing that little gasp of air would make Emma fight that little bit harder, that little bit longer, and effectively tire her out that bit more.

‘Come on mum, fight it!’ Jemma shouted encouragingly from the corner as Priya wrenched Emma’s head to the side, the hold on tight, Emma starting to fade as she looked to fight.

‘Forget it Jemma!’ Bindi shouted across the ring ‘look how a real woman deals with a weak whore like your mum!’ she taunted.

‘I’ll fucking kick your arse bitch!’ Jemma threatened.

‘Ooohhh……I’m so scared!’ Bindi laughed in response as she added ‘what, like you did yesterday Jemma?’

As Jemma flushed with embarrassment at the thought of her defeat yesterday, on the mats, it was evident that Priya had Emma in all sorts of trouble, especially now that she brought her legs to bear on her now, crushing her with the powerful body scissors. Another wrench of the head to the side, another thunderously powerful squeeze with those thick thighs and Emma was forced to tap out to the sleeper hold rather than risking going out. Priya broke the hold now, waiting patiently for the point that she could pick up her attacks on Emma who was naturally a little slow to recover from the sleeper. Had Priya broken her resistance so early in the second session, so decisively with that sleeper hold? Priya circled in behind Emma, into position to strike as Emma slowly, wearily, started to come round and start to regain her feet. At that point, Priya simply pushed her foot into the back of Emma’s left knee, immediately dropping her back to one knee. Emma reached her arms back to try and fend Priya off, and put herself straight back into a predicament as she found her arms wrenched back and stretched wide in a torturous crucifix position. As Emma moaned, Priya drove her knee in between her shoulder blades, dropping her to both knees down on the mat, and using that knee as a post, she punished Emma again, starting to test her resilience.

Emma groaned again and Priya struck, a kick lashed across her shoulder blades to pitch her to the mat face first. The Indian woman was really warming to her task now, putting Emma in more trouble quickly with a heavy elbow drop across the upper back now. That left Emma flat out on the mat again, and Priya in some control of proceedings as she backed up a little and delivered a leg drop across the back of the head. Delivered with her thick, powerful thighs, it was a move designed to daze Emma, who stayed face down on the mat moaning loudly in pain. Priya was straight on to the attack though, and she used a very simple attack now. Pulling Emma’s face from the mat by the hair, Priya got her feet beneath her neck and crossed her ankles as she released the hair. It looked so simple but it was hugely effective, choking Emma as soon as she released the hair; the only way for Emma to release the choke was to hold her head up in a painful, stressed position which she immediately tried to do. Each time she dropped from that position she found herself mercilessly choked by Priya’s feet and ankles pressing in increasingly tightly on her throat.

‘Look how she worships the feet of the superior Indian woman Jemma’ Bindi taunted as Jemma simmered in the corner, her temperature rising as she implored ‘come on mum, fight the bitch!’ Once again though, Emma looked to be fading in another punishing hold as she dropped her head to the mat, seemingly allowing the choke to sink in deeper. Then, an act of defiance; Emma sunk her teeth into Priya’s foot and as the Indian woman let out an anguished scream and broke free of Emma, she had at least managed to get free of the choke. A brief respite at best, Priya complaining that Emma was a ‘dirty catfighting bitch’ before she put paid to any thoughts of comeback with an elbow drop across the back of the head again. Emma was flattened once more, and Priya wanted to open up a bigger lead as she took advantage of the position to pull Emma into a boston crab. Now Emma screamed out in pain as Priya sat in deep in the hold, torquing her back and torturing her as she did so. ‘You really should give up Emma’ Priya advised ‘you’re in too deep now with a real woman like me!’ she mocked, switching to a single leg boston crab, holding on to the nearby middle ring rope to add extra leverage to her hold. Emma screamed out in pain again as Bindi cheered her on ‘that’s it Auntie P! Punish the whore!’ from her position on the outside of the ring.

Emma clawed at the mat trying to somehow ease the hold. She even pulled at her own hair now, trying to fight off the pain of the hold. Priya simply kept the pressure on, no let up, no even momentary respite for Emma who still cried out ‘Nooooo! Never…’ when Priya asked her to submit. ‘Oh really…never?’ Priya laughed, then she released that middle rope for a moment, only to deliver two cruel chops to the crotch though, before she grabbed that middle rope again and sat back deep in the hold. Now Emma positively howled in pain from the punishing hold applied tortuously well by Priya. Her eyes were screwed shut in pain; then Priya sat back that little bit more and it was enough to move the pain level from excruciating to unbearable. Emma cried out ‘I submit! I submit!!’ and Priya dropped her leg back to the mat, asking her tartly ‘what happened to never bitch?’ as she did so. Although the rules dictated that she had to wait for Emma to get back up before she could attack, with a 3-1 lead, she elected that it was time to relieve Emma of her turquoise mesh thong, handing it to Bindi who she told to ‘add this to your collection dear.

Bindi checked the thong out now, remarking ‘cum soaked as well, just like blondie’s and Jemma’s; dirty bitches!’

Beth had watched in silence up to now, but decided to weigh in now, telling Bindi ‘I’ll fucking have you, fucking cocky bitch!’

‘Oh my…’ Bindi smirked as Priya waited for Emma to rise now. ‘What, like fourth time lucky blondie? Really scared now….’ she laughed as Beth flushed with embarrassment, remembering her previous losses to her Indian nemesis.

In the ring, Priya was in total control now I thought. Emma would always try to fight back, of course, but the Indian woman seemed to be imperious, largely unaffected by anything Emma had come up with so far. Priya waited patiently again for Emma to reach her knees, which was clearly her point to strike; Emma tried to pre-empt it with a lunging punch to the belly before that point was reached, and though the blow landed, it was a weak one, Priya able to shrug it off easily. Then she taunted Emma, hands behind her own head as she came back in, offering Emma a free shot which she took, but again the punch seemed to lack some of her earlier snap. Priya took it again, shrugged it off, and then cut Emma off with a knee to the tits that put a naked Emma flat out on the mats at Priya’s mercy. She may have shown none, but her intent was sensual not painful at this stage, evidently wanting to make Emma cum again now. Priya made sure that she had Emma trapped in quite the predicament first, sitting in behind Emma’s head as she quickly got her trapped in a spladle, spreading her wide as she did so to put Emma’s smoothly waxed pussy very much on show and very much in range for Priya to attack. Attack she did briefly, pussy whipping Emma twice, and then she settled into an altogether different style of attack.

Making as if to spit on her own fingers first, Priya then changed her mind, announcing to all in the room that ‘this dirty bitch is wet enough already!’ Then she started, slowly at first, to finger fuck Emma, almost just teasing her pussy at first with her fingers. Another pussy whip as she broke off from pleasuring Emma who moaned in pain and humiliation as Priya reminded her she was still in a fight. Which was to say that she was still in there with someone who could hurt her after she’d finished bringing her to a climax for the second time; I wasn’t sure Emma was up to all that much fighting herself by now. Priya started to finger fuck her again now, sliding her fingers into Emma’s pussy and starting to work her with increasing enthusiasm while Emma shrieked as she already felt the first wave of pleasure building in her. ‘Aiiieeeee……oh fuck, noooo!’ Emma groaned, totally helpless it seemed to do anything to stop Priya from achieving her goal now. ‘See Bindi’ Priya said now ‘this hold gives total control’ she informed her niece before proving her point in some style as she pussy whipped Emma once more. ‘Owwww! You cow!’ Emma moaned, and as Priya tried to start finger fucking her once more, Emma grabbed for her hand, looking to stop her. ‘Well, if you insist on doing it yourself instead’ Priya chuckled, and controlling Emma’s hand now, she started to make Emma finger fuck herself, bringing her slowly to orgasm. She knew Emma was close once more to that climax, and as she worked my wife’s own fingers in her pussy, Emma screamed out ‘oh fuck Noooooo! Ahhhiiiieeeeee…...mmmnnngghhh! You fucking cow……fuck……please stop……Aiiieeeee…...mmmnnngghhh!’ as she built towards a spectacular climax now, at her own hands, albeit expertly guided by Priya. So spectacular in fact that as she reached her climax, she screamed out, ‘oh fuck NOOOOOOO!’ as she came, squirting right there in the ring.

‘You dirty little whore!’ Priya tutted at Emma. ‘And I thought you’d be a challenge for me!’ she mocked, sizing up her next attack as she still had Emma trapped in the agonising spladle hold.

‘You don’t fight fair bitch’ Emma whined now in protest at Priya’s tactics.

‘Says the dirty catfighter’ Priya mocked as she added ‘what, like this?’ as she clamped on the deadliest of holds in this position; the pussy claw! Immediately Emma screamed out in pain, transported rapidly from the ecstasy of moments earlier to the agony that Priya’s fingers were inflicting on her. Using the match almost as a teaching opportunity now it seemed, Priya told Bindi ‘look how the use of pleasure first heightens the pain Bindi’ to the background noise of Emma’s screams of pain. ‘Aaaaggghhhhh! You fucking cunt!!! Aaaaaahhhhhh!’ Emma cried out as Priya continued to torture her. It was a desperate position for Emma; ten minutes still to go in the fight, worn out by Priya and trapped in a painful claw hold. ‘I submit!’ she yelled out, admitting a fourth submission now to her one claimed so early in the fight. ‘So soon?’ Priya tutted now, slapping Emma’s face with disdain as she released the hold and got up again, leaving Emma a hot, sweaty mess on the mats now.

At least Emma had the sense to stay down for a little while now, trying to regroup if she could, not even to find a way back into the match but merely just to try and navigate the last few minutes of action. Priya waited, wisely out of range, knowing that Emma would have to try and strike immediately. As she forced her way to her feet, she looked to do just that, trying to wade into Priya, swinging punches that the Indian woman barely bothered to block as they lacked snap and power. Then Priya cut her off with a snap front kick to the stomach, Emma groaning ‘Oooofff!’ as the air was once again crushed from her body. A chopping right to the jaw sent Emma to her knees where she found Priya immediately in her hair, forcing her to her feet, a hand slipped between her thighs, just brushing her womanhood as she lifted her into a big body slam. ‘Nooooo……fuck!’ Emma groaned as she anticipated and then felt the impact of the slam, delivered with authority by Priya.

The Indian woman took her time now again, allowing Emma just to stir, find her way to all fours and then take a fierce kick to the belly from Priya who was totally dominant. She didn’t let Emma have a moment’s rest now, forcing her to her feet and lifting her again, this time using an across the knee back breaker that sent Emma to the mat with a cry of pain. Priya rolled her to her back with her foot now, game over I fancied, especially as Priya stripped off her own thong before she dropped down heavily in a reverse face sire, her full bush on Emma’s face as she started to smother her. And laid out in front of her, Emma’s curvaceous body was at her mercy as she eyed her big tits hungrily now before plunging her strong fingers in for a double breast maul. Despite the excellent muffling effects of Priya’s shapely ass on her face, her groans of pain were clearly audible now. Priya ground her ass and pussy hard on Emma’s face now as Emma tried to keep her legs crossed, fearing another crotch claw might be on the way.

That could well have been true, but Priya wasn’t limiting her options, punching to the body first as she landed to her belly and ribs. Each punch landed hard, Priya not worrying about a volume of punches and concentrating on getting maximum power into each shot to quickly drain Emma before she used stinging slaps to the thighs, trying to get her to uncross her legs. Emma held on steadfastly, but she was simply getting beaten up here now by a better woman on the day, and she really had no way back into the fight. Priya was patient too, going back to the breast maul, Emma groaned with pain from that, while the smothering effect of the face sit continued to work on her. After almost one hour of fighting, she was a spent force, devoid of energy and just defending grimly knowing that Priya wanted the crotch claw again. And she got it too, proving her superiority at this point as she simply pulled Emma’s legs apart now with her hands before she clamped down between her thighs. Emma shrieked as she felt that and then she cried out again as Priya also added a low belly claw to the mix. ‘Give up Emma! Admit I’m the better woman!’ Priya commanded now as Emma shrieked in pain before she yelled out ‘I submit the match! Please, no more, I submit the match!!’

‘Really?’ Priya tutted, moving from the face sit and sitting just behind Emma as she propped my wife’s head up against her crotch. ‘Disappointing Emma’ she continued ‘I expected a lot more from you. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to cum again before we finish? She mocked, her fingers starting to play lightly across Emma’s body, sending shock waves through her again.

‘Please, no more…. you win’ Emma begged her now, clearly broken down by the long match with this hard Indian woman.

‘As you wish’ Priya smirked. ‘You are welcome to try for revenge any time you want of course Emma, but next time, I will make you eat my pussy and cum on your face’ she stated quite flatly, confident in her ability. Then she had one final piece of humiliation in mind for Emma to day as she struck a victory pose, with the sole of her foot placed on her face as she raised her arms. The contrast in the two women was stark at this point; Priya imperious, stood proud over Emma, a light sheen of sweat giving her Amazonian body a glistening sheen. On the other hand, Emma was beaten; exhausted, a hot mess on the mats, her pale skin reddened from Priya’s many effective attacks. As Priya returned to her corner and a celebratory hug from Bindi, Jemma darted into the ring to give Emma more of a consolatory hug down on the mats.

‘You see Jemma’ Bindi boasted now ‘that’s what happens when you fight a superior Indian woman. First blondie…then you…now your mum. All destroyed by superior Indian women’ she announced.

‘You’ll get yours Bindi, soon enough’ Jemma shot back at the Indian girl who just smiled cockily at her, a look that said ‘bring it on!’

The action was done for today though as Priya put her sari back on in the corner, checked her hair, and then announced ‘come Gita, Bindi. We should go and celebrate our superiority!’ as the three left the garage ring, stopped to collect their stuff, and left the house for that celebration. In the garage ring, Jemma had got Emma to her feet and she and Beth were fussing around her in the corner as she told them ‘I’m fine honestly. She was a tough, nasty bitch, but she beat me fair and square within the rules. It’s happened before and it’ll probably happen again. It’s the nature of proper competitive fighting’ she pointed out. ‘A shower and a couple of glasses of wine is all I need. I’ll be fine then’ she laughed.

I knew that to be the case usually, and there was no reason it shouldn’t happen again. I also had little doubt that Emma would want her revenge on Priya at some point. Frankly though, I was also pretty sure it had been a long time since I’d seen Emma dominated in that way, and I wondered if she did go after Priya again, would it be the Indian woman who made good on her promise to make Emma eat her pussy in defeat a second time?