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Don’t Stack The Deck Against You

By Wolfboy

Jemma forgets her own advice for a tag team battle

‘Don’t stack the deck against you mum’ had been Jemma’s words to Emma following her victory against Carla in a contest where Emma had elected to fight nude from the outset to make it more testing. When it came to arranging her own next match though, it seemed those words had faded quickly from Jemma’s memory.

As they’d been looking through the potential opponents for Emma, I’d overheard Beth and Jemma exclaim ‘they look like they’d be fun’ on more than one occasion. Now the two had decided that not only were they a couple, they were going to be tag partners in a match against another couple that they had spotted at the time. Jemma had told Beth that she would handle things this time when they were looking to set the bout up with two black girls, Jackie Gibson and Netty Curtis. Adding a little spice to the match, not only were Jackie and Netty more experienced in tag team fighting than Jemma and Beth, they too were lovers. It was fair to say that while Jemma was already relatively well proven as a fighter, Beth was, at best, a spirited and determined young woman, but one without a win to her name so far.

You might think their opponent's experience stacked the deck enough against Jemma and Beth. Jackie had even seen some action in Smythe catfights as well as in the more private world of organised catfights. Netty as well was no slouch, while choosing not to fight in public matches, she had compiled a winning record as a singles fighter, and alongside Jackie in couples tag matches. The stipulation that really had Jackie and Netty licking their lips at the prospect of taking Jemma and Beth on though, was the request Jemma had made when setting up the match. ‘Please take it a little easy on Beth’ she’d asked the two black girls, explaining ‘she’s still learning to fight, so slaps and mauling are fine, but no kicks and punches for her. Is that OK?’ she’d asked them over the phone.

‘It’s fine’ Jackie had confirmed. ‘We’ll look after her, don’t worry. We had to learn too, we know how it is’ Netty had agreed. ‘How about an elimination tag then?’ Jackie had suggested ‘so that Beth might be eliminated before things have chance to get a little too rough for her?’

‘Sounds OK’ Jemma agreed. ‘And look’ she suggested, ‘if Beth is eliminated first, I’m happy to go no holds barred against both of you then if you like?’ she asked.

‘Well’ Jackie offered, ‘how about the first team member eliminated on each side can submit, but the second one has to be a knockout?’

‘Why not?’ Jemma had replied ‘It sounds great! Look forward to meeting you both ladies!’ she’d agreed, putting the phone down.

‘So do we’ Netty had smiled at Jackie as the call disconnected ‘and to playing with you too….’

Jackie and Netty were physically a good match for Jemma and Beth, but they knew their experience in couples tag team wrestling would serve them well. They had little doubt that Jemma was a tough girl to have potentially offered them a two on one no holds barred, but they knew they had everything they needed to slowly smother that toughness out of her. Both girls were in their mid twenties; 24 for Jackie and 26 for Netty. Jackie was from London where she now lived with South African Netty. She was a pretty athletic woman with a background in gymnastics, and she’d discovered when she started to fight, a real aptitude for catfighting. 5 feet 7 inches tall, right on the 140lb lightweight limit for Smythe matches, and a hard body, Jackie was quite a force in catfight action. She preferred to fight with her hair worn in a big afro cut; Netty knew from experience that she was turned on by having that hair pulled hard by the right woman. She knew this because Netty had been that right woman once, their first meeting having been as opponents in a paid back room catfight in a London pub not long after Netty had arrived from Durban. They’d fought hard too, Netty using her better wrestling skills to trouble Jackie before she’d fallen victim to the most amazing split legged face sit. Not before she was pretty sure she’d forced Jackie to orgasm with a combination of fierce hair pulling and some well applied controlling holds.

There was a connection between the two even in that very first meeting and they’d been inseparable as lovers almost from that day. Netty, who was an inch shorter and ten pounds lighter than Jackie knew that the couple that fought together stayed together. They made a potent combination for sure; Jackie’s toughness and power complimented perfectly by Netty’s guile and skill. They’d amassed a 4 and 1 record in tag team catfighting, losing their first fight and winning all four since then. They intended to make it five in a row against Jemma and Beth.

With Beth and Jemma not yet having their own place to host matches, and wanting a little more privacy for this fight too, they elected to travel to London to take Jackie and Netty on in their own apartment. They arrived to find a spacious penthouse apartment with a view across part of the city. Lightly furnished, of most interest to all four ladies gathered there was the sunken lounge area surrounded on all sides by two steps. Cleared of all furniture, it was lined with wrestling mats, creating the perfect pit for tag team action. There was a cursory inspection of the pit by all four young ladies, some small talk while Jemma and Beth settled in to the surroundings, then Jackie showed Jemma and Beth to the spare bedroom to change, agreeing to all meet back in the ‘fight pit’ in thirty minutes.

‘Are you ready for this Beth?’ Jemma had asked as they were alone in the room now. ‘Remember everything we talked about for tactics babe?’ she checked.

‘I do’ Beth smiled, ‘Isolate, double team and take one out quick if we can!’ she smiled, before going on in a quieter voice ‘but Jem…...they look tough!’

‘I know babe, but we’ve got this. And…’ she said, pulling Beth towards her to kiss her ‘taking on tough girls like that does turn me on!’

‘Mmmmm’ Beth purred ‘I can see that! Don’t you go getting all carried away in there though. Focus Miss Baines!’ she laughed, playfully smacking Jemma’s bum.

‘Sorry Miss Henderson’ Jemma chuckled, and then she went on ‘look Beth, I know you’re a bit nervous about this, so how about you take a bit of me in to the match with you. Let’s swap tops for our bikinis, and then you know I’m with you all of the time on the mats!’ she suggested.

‘Awwww babe, that’s so sweet!’ Beth smiled, and then she had a bit of a concerned look on her face for a moment. ‘Won’t your big luscious boobs be too big for my top?’ she asked, the look in her eyes betraying that she liked that thought quite a bit.

‘Probably’ Jemma laughed as she read the look in Beth’s eyes. ‘Let’s face it, they don’t usually stay under wraps for that long anyway…’

‘Good point!’ Beth had to agree. ‘Those babies do need to breathe after all’ she smirked.

The bikinis in question for Jemma and Beth were pink (for Beth) and black (for Jemma) string bikinis. So now, Beth wore pink tie-side bikini briefs with Jemma’s black string bikini top, while Jemma had a black bikini thong along with Beth’s pink string bikini top that strained bravely to control her D cup breasts as they headed back to the mats now. They found Jackie and Netty waiting for them, calm and collected, as they chatted quietly in their corner of the sunken fight area. Both wore yellow cutaway one pieces that showed their abs off and contrasted beautifully with their skin tone. Jackie’s afro and darker skin was in contrast to Netty’s shorter, neater, page cut and caramel coloured skin. Both looked strong, athletic and confident. Jackie stepped forward a little now and suggested ‘thought it was worth recapping the rules. So it’s an elimination tag match. The first member of each team can be eliminated by submission or knockout, the second by knockout only. When a team is down to one member it becomes no holds barred. Before that, slapping and catty stuff only, Orgasms don’t count as submissions, but it’s perfectly OK to try for them. We don’t have a ref, so double teams I guess are OK. And you can tag anywhere inside the tape marks around your corner’ she finished, indicating the marks that went halfway down the 20 foot length of each side of the sunken area. ‘Shall we do quick introductions too?’ she asked, the other 3 women nodding. ‘Well, I’m Jackie. I’m 5 feet 7 inches tall, 140lbs, 36D-24-37, 24 years old and my own record is 8 wins and 2 losses.’

Now her tag partner and lover stepped forward to say ‘and I’m Netty. I’m 5 feet 6 inches tall, 131lbs, 36C-24-36, 26 years old and my own record is 6 wins and 2 losses’ she said before adding ‘as a team, our record is 4 wins and 1 loss.’

‘I’m Beth’ Jemma’s girlfriend and tag team partner said now to introduce herself, ‘and I’m 5 feet 7 inches tall, 133lbs, 34C-25-34 and 20 years old, and my record so far is 3 losses’ she finished, looking a little self conscious at having to reveal her win-less record to date.

‘And I’m Jemma. I’m 5 feet 7 inches tall, 147lbs, 36D-23-26, and 19 years old. My own record is 5 wins and 1 loss. And we haven’t actually fought as a tag team yet’ she admitted.

‘Cute!’ Jackie smiled. ‘Well, we look forward to breaking you in ladies. Shall we?’

Jemma and Beth both nodded and Netty stepped forward now to open the bout for her team with Jackie taking a seat on the top step in their corner for now. Jemma and Beth had agreed that Beth would start out if Netty was first into the fray while Jemma would have kicked off if the more powerful Jackie had started. Jemma gave Beth a good luck pat on the backside and also took a seat on the top step while Beth and Netty started to circle cautiously. Beth probed with a slap to the thigh, and took a slap to the shoulder in return, Netty’s hands moving quickly to sting her. Beth backed off a pace, started to circle again, feinting with a couple of slaps to try and draw Netty into her. The caramel skinned South African wasn’t drawn in though, and she regarded Beth with an amused expression on her face, telling her ‘come on cutie, lets fight!’

The gentle taunt drew Beth that little closer to Netty who backhanded her to the belly before using Beth’s pixie cut blonde hair to reel her into a side headlock. A flick of the hip into Beth’s side sent her up and over in the headlock, falling to the mats and discovering that there was a limited degree of padding there. The stiff fight ‘pit’ probably suited the hard hitting style of the two black girls, but it was technical skills that Netty was showcasing for now. Cranking once on the headlock, Netty then surprised Beth by turning the hold loose and floating across her body to try for a grapevine. Just in time, Beth was able to sneak one leg out of the way, preventing her from securing that but she was in trouble as Netty trapped her back in a headlock of sorts with her right arm and cranked on that to make Beth moan with pain only moments into the tag fight. Fortunately for Beth, she felt a slap on her foot as Jemma leaned into the ‘pit’ to tag herself in and rescue Beth from the predicament, peeling Netty off her with a hand in her short hair.

Jemma got into the action quickly, landing a couple of fast slaps to the body, before Netty blocked a third slap and took Jemma down to the mat with what looked like a pro wrestling arm drag. Jemma rolled fast to the feet, which was just as well as Netty was quick, taking a front headlock briefly before Jemma was able to push her off, using her extra power to sneak out of the backdoor. Again Netty’s speed came to play with a slap to Jemma’s left breast, testing the resilience of her top before she made the tag to Jackie. Now, the two more powerful members of each team were faced up in the ‘pit’ for the time being, circling with some caution as they slapped at each other’s bodies while they traded barbs at the same time.

‘I’m going to love sitting on that face, pretty girl’ Jackie teased, warming that face with a right handed slap to the cheek.

‘Oh really?’ Jemma shot back, kicking Jackie in her thick right thigh ‘I finish all my opponents off with a face sit…...you’re next bitch!’

Now the two were into the hair with some abandon, both forehead to forehead, two handfuls of hair each as they tried to bully each other around the pit now. Jemma let out a little whine of pain as Jackie ripped her hair in opposite directions now, pain burning through her scalp. She responded in kind though, tearing at Jackie’s hair in reply and the black girl groaned too; had Jemma realised the effect good hair pulling could have on Jackie, she might have stuck with it, but instead the backhanded Jackie to her abs and swept her off her feet into a body slam. Now it was Jackie who tasted that unforgiving surface of the fight area, her hips rising in pain before Jemma dived in with a full body splash and tried to get Jackie trapped in a grapevine. That gave Jemma a hint of the power Jackie’s legs carried as she struggled to spread her more than a few inches with the hold. Still, it gave her enough of a distraction to wrap an arm around the back of Jackie’s head, pulling her face deep into her D cup breasts. An effective smother, some early trouble for Jackie but Jemma had positioned the move too close to the wrong corner of the pit, allowing Netty to stretch in and make the tag.

Netty caught Jemma rising off Jackie now, and she showed her skill to send Jemma up and over her hip as she had done with Beth moments earlier. Down on the mat, she took control of the contest too, pinning Jemma to the mat in a crucifix hold, arms trapped by Netty’s legs and right arm while the black girl rolled her body into Jemma to crimp her neck just a little. Now Jemma moaned as she felt Netty’s hands play across her breasts, just easing the tight fitting top off her right breast to reveal a stiffening nipple which she tweaked sadistically. ‘Owwww!’ Jemma shrieked, feeling her nipple being twisted like an old fashioned clock. She struggled mightily now, trying to force her way clear of the hold, face already a little flushed with the effort as Netty clung to the move like a limpet. A hard slap flattened her right breast now before Netty closed her hand over it, squeezing almost playfully before going back to the nipple tweak. ‘Submit?’ Netty asked, not expecting anything from Jemma other than the emphatic ‘no!’ she offered in reply.

Now the caramel skinned catfighter whispered into Jemma’s ear ‘that’s right, you can’t submit can you sweetie, or we’ll beat your pretty girlfriend up won’t we…’

That sparked another flurry of kicking and squirming from Jemma as the harsh reality of the situation hit her. She didn’t want to leave Beth to Jackie and Netty, but she was well trapped for now it seemed, as she kicked her feet again. Her squirming and kicking had brought her closer to the corner though, and stretching out to her full length, Beth was able to make the tag, slapping Jemma’s foot to get back into the match. Now, Beth took the initiative too, pulling Netty off Jemma by the hair and bringing her to her feet before delivering a knee lift to her stomach while Jemma headed out of the pit. She turned to see her girlfriend maintaining her advantage too, lifting Netty into a pussy pounding atomic drop and a forearm smash to the chest that knocked her into the corner nearest to Jemma. A tag between Beth and Jemma; the first tag of the match that wasn’t a case of one partner rescuing the other and it gave them a shot at the first double team of the fight now. Beth held Netty on her knees in a full nelson for Jemma to slap her face, then returning the favour, her hands were inside Netty’s top for a double nipple twist that saw the caramel skinned fighter cry out in pain. Jemma looked in to her eyes, enjoying the look of pain that her nipple twist had set there before she told Beth ‘tag me!’ and she felt her girl slap her butt by way of a tag.

‘C’mon Netty!’ Jackie encouraged from the corner as Beth came back in and hit her with a slap to the back of the head. A nail rake too, Beth showing that she was starting to embrace the cattier aspects of catfighting now. Beth forced Netty to her feet now and took a double breast maul through the caramel skinned fighter’s yellow top, and Netty let out a little groan of pain as she felt Beth’s fingers testing her. She responded in kind too, her fingers easing aside Beth’s string bikini top with some ease as she closed her fingers over her breasts. Beth moaned too now, but she seemed to be getting the better of the exchange for now, her mauling helping her to push Netty back.

‘What’s the matter? Can’t take it?’ Beth teased her opponent as she felt her slowly giving ground behind her mauling. ‘Nnnngghhhh!’ Netty groaned now, as Beth worked her fingers hard in to her breasts, forcing her back more. Beth pressed the attack now, confidently, feeling that she had Netty in some real trouble. It was Jemma who spotted the danger from the outside now; Beth’s mauling as simply pushing Netty back into her own corner of the ‘pit’ where Jackie was waiting, crouched down behind Netty, carefully hiding from Beth’s view. It’s difficult to know what came first really, Jemma’s shout of ‘look out Beth!’, Netty sinking her nails in to Beth’s breasts to stop her getting away, or Jackie reaching in to tag her partner. Whatever it was, it all added up to a confused and suddenly in trouble Beth as Jackie shot a knee into her stomach and took over from her partner in the match.

‘Come on Beth, get out of there!’ Jemma shouted across the pit, but the blonde was cornered, a long way from home in a hostile part of town. She paid for it in a series of quick tags from the two black catfighters now. First Jackie trapped Beth in a dragon sleeper of sorts down on her knees, not looking to choke her out, just to control and present her as a target for Netty who tagged back in with a resounding slap to the belly. Punches may not have been allowed, but Beth could barely have been hit any harder by the caramel skinned fighter who took over, peeling Beth from the mat by her blonde hair to her feet. A waist lock followed, Netty parading Beth a little for Jemma to see before inviting Jackie to tag herself in. Jackie knelt on one knee, presenting her other knee for Netty to drop Beth onto in a double team variation of the pussy pounding atomic drop. Beth was pushed off Jackie’s knee to the mat now, clutching at her womanhood as she groaned loudly in pain. ‘Come on Beth, fight back!’ Jemma offered from the corner, but right now, her girlfriend was in a world of hurt in there; fighting back was far from her mind as she waited for that pain to subside.

Jackie was in no mood to allow Beth that luxury and she again peeled Beth from the mat by the hair, and quickly demonstrated her power by hoisting Beth on to her shoulder in a hanging backbreaker. Trouble now, very much with a capital T for Beth who let out a shriek of pain as she felt her body stretched painfully while Jackie paraded her around the pit, making sure to steer clear of Jemma to avoid any chance of Beth getting tagged. Jemma was reduced to the role of helpless spectator, unable to assist Beth in anyway as she groaned loudly. ‘Submit blondie, c’mon. Make it easy on yourself!’ Jackie suggested.

‘No!’ Beth cried out but she was in huge trouble as Netty tagged back in, helping Jackie to lower down to her knees, still with Beth across her shoulder. Another of those resounding slaps to the belly winded Beth who then shrieked as Netty used a rough handful of hair to drag her off Jackie’s shoulders to the mat. ‘Finish her off Netty!’ Jackie instructed her lover who, in fairness, needed little encouragement to do just that it seemed. She looked to do it with a combination of her technical skills and also a healthy helping at catty tactics. First of all, she snapped a tight body scissors on to Beth from behind, drawing a gasp of surprised pain as the blonde felt her iron hard thighs clamp tightly shut around her body. Beth slapped at Netty’s thighs, a look of agony etched across her face at the centre of the mats. Crucially, while Beth may have been towards the centre of the fight pit, she had been positioned just a few feet short of where Jemma might reach for a tag. Against that backdrop now, Netty continued her attack, a hand clamping down hard on Beth’s right breast, mauling her roughly as Beth shrieked in pain for a moment. Netty was taking care though, determined not to force the submission until she’d completed her attack as planned. An attack that now involved her slowly removing Beth’s black bikini top, making sure that her hands played alternatively in rough or sensual ways across Beth’s sensitive breasts.

‘Stretch for the tag Beth!’ Jemma called from the outside, the blonde stretching her foot out, pointing her toes towards Jemma’s outstretched hand, but falling a good two feet short. A slap stung her now bare breasts as Netty held Beth’s bikini top in her hands now, preparing to move on to the next step of her attack. She moved quickly too, using a handful of hair just to hold Beth in place long enough to switch her leg lock to a lotus lock, trapping Beth’s arms behind her. ‘Aagghhhh!’ Beth moaned now, feeling Netty’s feet crimping her neck a little. She also felt the caramel skinned catfighter starting to tie the bikini top around her hands now. Beth kicked her legs, tried to squirm her way free somehow, but she found herself to be trapped thoroughly by Netty who had neatly tied her hands with a double loop of the bikini top. Beth squirmed in frustration as she felt Netty pawing her breasts again, nuzzling her face into the blonde’s neck for the briefest of moments as she released the lotus lock. ‘Time to submit sweetie’ she whispered into Beth’s ear, flicking her tongue at her ear lobe to send a shudder through the blonde’s body despite her predicament. Now Netty rolled Beth to her back, her hands bound beneath her back, she patted her face rather than slapped it twice, told Beth ‘take a deep breath blondie’ and sat squarely on her face.

Beth squirmed beneath the heavy face sit as Netty got herself positioned comfortably on top of her, one hand just loosely in Beth’s short blonde hair to give her control should she need it. Beth tried to push her feet into the mat now, trying to bridge to force Netty off her, letting out a groan of frustration as she failed to move the caramel skinned fighter at all. Now she tried to stretch out her foot towards where she knew Jemma was, desperately trying to make the tag. Netty slapped Beth’s stomach hard now, and then clamped a hand down on her right breast, not really mauling it, just holding it while playing a finger across her nipple. ‘Oh you kinky bitch!’ Netty laughed as she felt that nipple instantly respond to her light touch.

‘I can’t reach you baby’ Jemma called from the outside now. ‘Keep fighting! Shuffle towards me!’ she implored, but Beth wasn’t able to make it towards her by even one inch, Netty keeping her firmly anchored at the centre of the pit. Again the blonde tried to bridge, another muffled shriek accompanying the effort as she tried desperately to get free. It wasn’t happening though, and Jemma, agonisingly two feet short of being able to tag her had to watch on as Beth continued to endure a face full of pussy from Netty. Dominant now, Netty looked to close the deal, one hand squeezing Beth’s right breast, the other in her hair more firmly now, pulling her that little bit deeper into the pussy smother. Beth was done, one last frantic shriek of pain and desperation, and then she let out a muffled cry of ‘I submit!’ and she was eliminated from the match. Netty climbed off Beth immediately, patting her face again, and immediately returned to her corner as she said to Jemma ‘come and help her out of the pit. We can wait until you’re ready to start the next fall.’

‘Thank you’ Jemma replied, stepping down into the pit and crossing to the centre to help Beth up. In truth the blonde wasn’t in bad shape at all, but Jemma made sure that she was untied and in her seat at the side of the ‘pit’ before she turned her attention back to the daunting prospect of a no holds barred two on one with Jackie and Netty. It was on her though she knew, having struck that deal with them, wanting to protect Beth a little if she could. Now she would face the music, Beth giving her a good luck kiss as she headed down the steps back into the pit, adjusting her tight, pink, bikini top as she did so. ‘Thank you’ she said to Netty again who in the traditional style would start the fall having been the active member for her team at the end of the previous fall.

‘No problem’ Netty smiled ‘are you ready to play now cutie?’ she asked Jemma who flushed just a little at the word cutie. She didn’t understand yet why she felt like that, not having experienced a fighter trying to objectify her before, but she replied still with more confidence that she perhaps felt ‘yes, I’m ready to go!’

With that, the real fight was on now; Beth had been like as appetiser to Netty and Jackie, but Jemma, she was the main course. Netty rushed her straight away, a flurry of slaps to the face and chest but she had discounted Jemma’s ability to fight and she paid as Jemma took some slaps but then stopped her dead with a right hand to the ribs. Now Jemma took a grinding headlock on Netty, trying to drag her down to her knees on the mat. Netty was steadfast, holding her ground before Jemma showed that she could fight dirty with a handful of hair to force the caramel skinned fighter down. Jemma may have won that exchange, but Netty was quickly out of the headlock as soon as the Jemma released her hair and had her trapped face down in a hammerlock on the mat. There, she planted one knee drop in Jemma’s side and then she sauntered over to her corner to tag Jackie into the match. There was no rush from Jackie who allowed Jemma pretty much to her feet before she lashed out a fast slap to the face. The more powerful of the black girls, Jackie hit hard and Jemma was a little rocked it seemed but when Jackie rushed in with a clothesline, Jemma ducked it, turning quickly to punch her in the lower back. It seemed that Jemma knew she needed to get on top of the situation quickly now, and she grabbed Jackie’s shoulders, pulling her down on to her raised knees as she fell back. A lung-buster backbreaker and a very effective one at that as Jackie groaned in pain down on the mat.

Jemma went quickly to that afro hair cut of Jackie’s now, Looking to get her to her feet and press home the advantage she had suddenly gained as she pulled Jackie to her feet and swept her off her feet, straight into a body slam. Unfortunately for Jemma as she swung Jackie up in to the air, Netty was able to tag in, slapping her partners foot as it swung close enough to her. Worse still, Jemma didn’t realise that the tag had been made, and Netty allowed her to take up a reverse face sit position on Jackie, preparing to hammer her hard body with punches before she acted on the tag, lashing a kick across Jemma’s shoulders to pitch her forwards. She didn’t roll off Jackie though, instead finding herself in the perfect position to taste the power of Jackie’s thighs for the briefest moment in a head scissors as Netty entertained herself by spanking her ass. Jackie released the scissors now, heading to the outside of the ‘pit’, while Netty went on the attack, giving Jemma a wedgie while she started to force her to her feet. There again, Netty struck, this time sending a kick from behind between Jemma’s legs to knock her back to the mat. Jemma moaned loudly, clutching her womanhood in pain, but she was quickly forced into a seated position by Netty who stepped over her shoulders to trap Jemma in a standing head scissors. Instead of falling backwards with the hold though, Netty went forward, arresting her own fall with her hands in a press up position. Looking supremely confident already, she actually started to do press ups now, Jemma’s head trapped between her thighs so that each repetition of the move just bumped Jemma’s forehead off the mat. That was hardly doing Jemma any favours now, starting to daze her a little more with each impact. She was a fighter though, and she grabbed for and uncrossed Netty’s ankles after a couple of aborted attempts, and with a hand on her ass, she pushed the caramel skinned fighter off her to the mat.

Now the situation in the fight came into play; Jemma had forced her way free, but she had nobody to tag, while Netty simply rolled into her corner and tagged in Jackie. The black girls were always able to have a fresh girl in the ‘pit’ and Jackie made that pay with a kick to the side that put Jemma flat out on the mat straight away. ‘Come on Jem!’ Beth implored from the corner of the mats, but Jackie just smiled at her, then went to the hair, just forcing Jemma to all fours and presenting her jaw for a hard right hand that dropped her back to the mat on her belly. The knockout only rules played into Jackie and Netty’s favour here too as they could punish Jemma with relative impunity. The only response then for Jemma was to fight back, but as Jackie straddled her back as she lay belly down on the mat, using the hair to bring her into a stretching rear chin lock, that wasn’t an immediate option. She would have to endure first as Jackie’s tightly interlaced fingers around her chin gave her the perfect grip and leverage to wrench Jemma’s head back painfully.

‘Aagghhhh!’ Jemma cried out, feeling the power of Jackie brought to bear on her. Jackie was enjoying herself too, helpfully reminding Jemma ‘knockouts only remember girl!’ before she broke that punishing hold abruptly by slamming Jemma’s face into the mat by her hair. Now the casual rate of tags between the two black girls continued, Jackie sauntering over to tag Netty, and she came in quickly with a leg drop across the back of the head, making sure that Jemma stayed down and dazed. Then she showed a nastier, catty side to go along with her smooth technical skills, nail raking Jemma’s back to draw a shriek from the embattled redhead. Again, there was no scope for Jemma to fight back it seemed, quickly pulled from the mat and into a tight headlock, her face pressed in tight to the side of Netty’s breast in a partial smother. For the first time, the anything goes nature of the fight now played into Jemma’s favour momentarily as whatever plans Netty might have had for her were negated by Jemma sinking her teeth into that breast. It was Netty then shrieking in pain this time, and Jemma also had the presence of mind to try and position her body between Netty and Jackie, denying the chance to tag as Netty threw her head back and bellowed in pain.

‘Get her Jem!’ Beth helpfully chimed in from the outside as the battle inside the pit intensified with Netty now electing to turn the headlock loose and try to escape from the biting attack. Now Jemma struck with a punch to Netty’s side, not hard enough to really hurt the black girl, but strong enough to remind her that Jemma was dangerous, but also that she had fists too. A punch landed hard on the waistband of Jemma’s bikini, not quite enough to break Netty free of the molar mauling. A second equally hard shot, low, right to the pit of the belly got the job done though, and as Jemma was forced to suck air in, Netty stunned her with a headbutt to the chest, knocking her to the mat. Rubbing at her breast, Netty slapped Jemma’s lower back once, and then headed to the corner to tag in Jackie. The two black girl weren’t using any double teaming on Jemma so far, satisfied that their ability to keep a fresh woman in the action would be enough for now. Jackie kept Jemma down with an elbow to the back of the head now before she got back to her feet, waiting patiently for Jemma to rise, adjusting her position to remain just behind her before clamping on a strong full nelson, her power coming to the fore as she crimped Jemma’s neck painfully with the well applied wrestling hold. Jemma was trapped on her knees in the hold, Jackie able to bear down on her with extra force as she stood over her, her fingers interlaced through Jemma’s flame red hair to add security to the hold. ‘Mmmnggghh!’ Jemma groaned as she felt the power bringing her plenty of pain, and then, Jackie used the hold to drive Jemma face first to the mats, a stunning impact that had her in deep trouble again.

Jackie released the hold now, and delivered a full body splash across Jemma’s back, making sure to keep Jemma down and winded, and laying across her back, she bunched Jemma’s hair into a rough ponytail. That was the prelude to Jackie using the hair to wrench Jemma’s head clear of the mat by that hair grip. Jemma anticipated it at least, but she still cried out in pain as she shifted her own hands to support her chin as best as she could to help ease the stress on her neck. Worse still for her, Jackie was positioned close to her own corner and could stretch a foot back now to tag Netty into the action, and present the chance for a first, and quite legitimate, double team. Netty might have been technically gifted as a wrestler, but here, she took the offered target and dimmed Jemma’s lights with a knee to the jaw. That was probably a blow that really signalled the beginning of the end for Jemma in the match, not that the rules leant themselves to a quick ending. It dimmed her resistance though at a key time allowing Netty first of all to work on her.

Jemma’s bikini top, appropriated from Beth pre-match, had battled gamely to keep her covered through the match so far. Netty ended it’s resistance quickly now; one good pull on the knot tied behind Jemma’s back to release her D cup breasts to the apparent delight of Netty judging by the lustful look on her face. It was the top she put to best use first of all though, wrapping it tightly around Jemma’s neck and using it to force her to her feet before delivering a series of three fast snap mares. As Jemma landed hard a third time, Netty flung her bikini top to Beth with a quick warning of ‘catch blondie!’ before she lashed a cruel chop across Jemma’s breasts, drawing a shriek from the redhead who clutched at her chest. Netty got in behind Jemma on the mats now, using a body scissors and a grip beneath her arms to lift her in to a keister bounce, driving Jemma’s butt down hard on to the unforgiving mats. Now Jemma moaned loudly, before she took a clubbing forearm across the shoulders from Netty, keeping her stunned in that seated position down on the mat and allowing another tag. Jackie came in now, showing her gymnastic pedigree as she somersaulted over Jemma, grabbing her flame red hair deftly as she did so to snap Jemma forward with her momentum. Jemma cried out again, and she was in plenty of trouble down on the mat; trouble that Jackie was looking to add to for her. Jemma had rolled to her side down on the mat, and Jackie was able to wrestle her quickly into a rear body scissors again, one hand cupping Jemma’s chin to make sure she was looking directly at Beth while Jackie’s other hand started to pinch and maul her big breasts.

‘Come on Jem, fight her off!’ Beth implored from the corner as Jemma moaned in pain from the expert breast attacks of Jackie now. Then her groans of pain intensified as Jackie brought her powerful thighs fully into the mix now. The chin lock was forcing her to lock eyes with Beth now’ the look of resignation and pain in Jemma’s eyes now took an unexpected toll on Beth. For every part that she was horrified to see Jemma suffering, she also found that she couldn’t help but be just a little turned on by the action she was watching, her fingers moving absent mindedly inside her pink tie side bikini for just a moment. Beth shook her head; no, this was wrong and forced herself to remove her hand from her bikini, clasping her hands together in her lap as if she was trying to control herself. Jemma let out another yell of pain now on the mat as Jackie timed a heavy slap to the breasts with a strong flex of her thighs to squeeze that little bit more of the fight out of Jemma. Releasing her holds now, she used a handful of hair to slam Jemma’s face into the mat now, and satisfied that she had Jemma fully subdued, she walked over to tag Netty.

Jemma might have looked in trouble, she was in trouble, but she had fight in her, and as Netty looked to open up with an elbow drop, Jemma rolled clear to buy herself a moment. She was still on her knees as Netty closed in on her again, but a lunging headbutt to the stomach put Netty on her knees too, in front of Jemma who dived for her and bowled her to the mat. Jemma landed on top of her too, trying to push down on the caramel skinned fighter and grind her into the mat as she fought for a grapevine. Netty fought that attempt well, and then struck with two short, hard, punches into Jemma’s ribs before taking a handful of hair, a good grip of Jemma’s right breast, and rolled her so that it was her back to the mat instead. Now it was Netty expertly pinning Jemma to the mat instead, and as Jemma squirmed beneath her, it was pretty clear that the black girl had taken back control. In response, Jemma did all she could, accepting for now that she couldn’t dislodge Netty, so she grabbed the back of her yellow suit to pull it into a wedgie.

‘Mmmmm, that’s right cutie’ Netty laughed, ‘you pull that suit up on in there!’ as she felt Jemma’s seemingly futile attempts to escape. Distraction though was a powerful weapon, and while Netty taunted Jemma just a little more about her ineffective wedgie, Jemma struck back with a hard left hard to the rib cage. Netty groaned loudly and rolled off Jemma to the mat, trying to suck in air; unseen to Jemma though, she had fallen just close enough to Jackie for the tag to be made quietly. Now Jackie waited, just long enough for Netty to engage with Jemma again, the two in each other’s hair on their knees once again, before Jackie entered the pit behind Jemma. ‘Look out Jem!’ Beth shouted, too late though as Jemma found herself held firmly in place by the hair as Jackie lowered the boom on her from behind with a kick across the shoulder blades. That was a devastating enough blow for Jemma who had been fighting the two on one odds for a good 7 or 8 minutes now; as she pitched forward towards Netty though, the caramel skinned fighter stung her with an uppercut to the jaw as well. Jemma was rocked back to the mat, clearly dazed, and it was beginning to look like the end was drawing near.

It was perhaps at least the beginning of the end, but in a match to be decided only by knockout, the two black girls could afford to take their time and deliver a stern beatdown. A beatdown that Beth would be forced to watch, Jackie warning her ‘buckle up blondie, it’s gonna get a bit bumpy for your girl!’ Then she lifted Jemma from the mat by her red hair, lifting her as if to body slam her. Instead she used a shoulder breaker, sending Jemma’s left shoulder to her knee with authority before she dropped her to the mat, crying out in pain and surprise at the highly effective move. Beth shifted in her seat as Jackie gave Jemma no respite now, peeling her from the mat by the hair again before sending a hard knee lift into Jemma’s belly, expelling the air quickly from her lungs with it, but not allowing Jemma to drop to the mat. Instead she kept hold of the hair for long enough to slap the taste out of Jemma’s mouth and send her reeling back to the mat. Jackie had total control now, and she made it pay, lifting Jemma back to her feet by the hair and using that to throw her into the corner of the pit where Netty was waiting to tag in. For the first time now in the two on one period, Jackie and Netty used a more prolonged double team attack which started with Jackie dropping Jemma onto Netty’s outstretched leg in a pussy pounding double team atomic drop. Jemma howled in pain as Beth winced, but also without thinking, she moved her fingers back inside her bikini, starting to play with herself. On the mats, Jackie laughed as she held Jemma’s arms back for Netty to lash a chop hard across her big breasts, again a moan of pain escaping Jemma’s lips before Jackie headed briefly to the outside. Netty dropped Jemma to the mat with a withering salvo of body punches now, and she quickly looked to get her back upright using the hair to aid Jemma.

A slap stung Jemma’s face now, rocking her before Netty lifted her with ease into an across the knee backbreaker. Over in the corner, Beth let out a little whimper now as she continued to finger herself, Jackie asking her ‘you OK over there blondie?’ Beth flushed a little in embarrassment but her fingers continued their work, providing her increasing pleasure as Netty pushed Jemma to the mat. Tagging Jackie back into the pit, Netty then flipped Jemma on to her stomach, in to a Boston crab which she held just long enough for Jackie to deliver a big leg drop across the back of the head. With her thick thighs, it was a telling blow, one that Jackie was pretty confident had left Jemma unable to fight back. ‘Time to finish you off before your girl finishes herself of’ she laughed at Jemma, peeling her from the mat by her hair before lifting her to deliver a big body slam near the corner where Beth was sat. Jemma groaned as she hit the mats, a sound that sent a shudder through Beth’s body, before Jackie made sure Jemma was done, climbing the step at the edge of the pit to deliver a full body splash from there, utilising the extra height it allowed her. The air was fully blown from Jemma’s lungs; all Jackie needed to do was secure the knockout now. As Beth moaned airily, lost in her own pleasure, Jackie showed just how she planned to do that. Positioning Jemma so that her feet were facing Beth, Jackie now unclipped the popper fastening at the crotch of her yellow suit. She would put Jemma out with a naked face sit it seemed, and not just any face sit; showing her gymnastic prowess again, it would be a split legged face sit.

As she settled in heavily on Jemma’s face, she told Netty ‘come on in the pit and get this girls bikini off Netty!’ As her girlfriend did just that, Jackie started to talk to Jemma as she suffered beneath her, weakly squirming but with no real hope of getting Jackie off her. ‘You know’ she said conversationally to Jemma now, ‘blondie seems to be enjoying watching you suffer’ she told her, as Jemma squirmed a little beneath her. ‘She likes watching her little tough girl getting beaten up’ Jackie chuckled as she told Netty, ‘show her what blondie is doing to herself over there!’

Netty did just that now, having pulled Jemma’s black bikini thong off, and watching Beth carefully, she started to finger fuck Jemma, matching the tempo of Beth’s own fingers. Fingers that quickly became more frantic at seeing her girlfriend violated like that now; as she increased her tempo, so did Netty, Jackie feeling the vibrations of a first whimper of pleasure from Jemma now. ‘That’s right Jemma…...blondie is fingering herself just like Netty is doing you’ she told her, adding ‘difference is, you’re going out girl!’

‘Nooooo…..Nnnngghhhh!’ Jemma whined as Jackie now noted that Beth was starting to play with her own nipple as well, absent mindedly twisting and pinching it. Jackie immediately added that to her mixture of attacks, a potent cocktail that Jemma couldn’t resist for long surely. ‘Blondie is playing with her little titties too now Jemma’ Jackie pointed out as Netty continued to finger fuck her. ‘Aagghhhh…...ooohhhhh…...mmmnngghhh’ Jemma moaned weakly, the smother taking it’s toll, even as Netty’s fingers continued to draw her nearer to a climax. Now, tellingly, she moaned ‘I...I can’t breathe’ and that proved to be the catalyst to push Beth over the edge now, moaning loudly in orgasm at her own hands on the edge of the pit. ‘OOOOHHHHH!!’ she cried out loudly, leaving nobody in doubt that she had reached her climax. ‘You don’t need me to tell you what’s happened over there do you Jemma? Blondie is a bit of a hot mess right now’ Jackie informed her.

The combination of smother and finger fucking, coupled with the running commentary on Beth’s actions proved a heady cocktail now as she screamed out in pleasure from beneath Jackie’s crotch. She was unable to control herself now, squirting in orgasm as she yelled out in pleasure again, before almost immediately, Jackie cut her off with two hard blows to the belly to knock the last bit of fight out of her. It was over, the knockout secured by Jackie for her team who had won the tag match by a submission and a knockout to no score from Jemma and Beth. Jackie climbed off Jemma who lay flat out in the pit, and taking Netty by the hand, she told Beth ‘you should come in and help her now blondie, don’t worry, we won’t bite any more’ she smiled, watching Beth make her way into the pit a little bashfully. She cradled Jemma’s head in her lap, stroking her hand gently, while she waited for Jemma to slowly stir.

‘Did I lose?’ Jemma asked quietly at finding herself naked in the pit like that at the end of the fight.

‘I’m afraid so baby’ Beth told her, gazing down at her.

‘Oh…...I remember. Did you…’ she asked Beth as Jackie and Netty stood to the side kissing each other.

‘I did Jem’ Beth flushed. ‘I’m really sorry, I just couldn’t…..’ she tailed off, now a little embarrassed at herself.

‘Don’t be’ Jemma told her, starting to get her bearings a little more now. ‘I’m just pleased you find me so hot getting beaten up’ she smiled. ‘Help me get up Beth’ she asked; Beth holding her arm to help steady her for a moment. Then she offered a hand to both Jackie and Netty, telling them ‘thank you, good match and you did a great job on us both! We need some more practice before we could team up against girls like you I think!’

‘Maybe’ Jackie offered. ‘couples tag team wrestling can be particularly tough when your lover is in trouble. I think Beth can attest to that’ she laughed, winking at Beth. ‘You’re plenty tough enough though Jemma. I’d fight you anytime, and maybe blondie can get her fun again’ she laughed.

‘You might be right’ Jemma laughed too ‘and I’ll take my chances on that, I agree I’d love to go one on one with you sometime Jackie’ she admitted. ‘Maybe we can find out who the queen of the face sit is’ she asked.

‘I’d like that a lot’ Jackie admitted. ‘A lot…’ she smiled.