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Reined In

By Wolfboy

Betty strikes back with a surprise for Claire

One of the benefits of being a champion or former champion of the Smythe Organisation was that you were always welcome to use the facilities at the Smythe Mansion. Be it use of the very extensive video library, the gym, various fight settings for training or settling a private matter, or in Claire’s case, regular use of the riding stables. She found an early morning canter around the grounds with a powerful thoroughbred between her legs the perfect way to unwind. This morning, late in the summer, was no exception to that, and she had enjoyed a good hour of riding before returning her horse to the care of one of the stable hands. Unusually this morning she noticed, there were two stable hands in attendance instead of the usual one at this time of the day. Claire thought nothing more of it though, unbuttoning her black riding jacket that on this warm morning, she had coupled with white jodhpurs, black knee length riding boots, and a white blouse. She had the look of a classical dressage rider, always liking the formal appearance of her riding gear. She sat on the bench against the wall, just inside the stable building, and started to pull off her riding boots so that she could slip on a pair of trainers for the drive home.

Deciding to have a bit of fun with the new stable hand, Claire called over ‘hey you….yes you. Can you help me to get my boot off, it seems to be stuck.’

The new stable hand glanced in Claire’s direction, nothing more, but started to make her way over to Claire, eyes focussed on the ground as she hid her long blonde hair beneath a cap. Crouching in front of Claire, she gripped the offered boot tightly, a smile just splaying across her face as Betty realised that this couldn’t really have worked out any better for her. She knew that Claire often rode in a morning at The Smythe Mansion, and if this bitch wanted to play at jumping her, well she could play that game too. She gripped that right boot tightly now, but she didn’t pull the boot off Claire; no, instead she used the grip of the boot to pull Claire off the bench to her butt on the hard floor of the stable building.

‘Oh, I’m so sorry’ Betty laughed, ‘it really was stuck wasn’t it…...bitch’ she told Claire, enjoying that brief moment of realisation dawning on her before she kicked her across the breasts, knocking her flat to the floor. A knee drop to the side set Claire gasping for air before Betty took off her cap, shaking her head to allow her blonde hair to fall loose. She unzipped and removed her light fleece jacket too, removing that, freeing up her arms to fight as she now wore a pair of dark blue jodhpurs, short black riding boots, and what looked to be a white swimsuit perhaps beneath it. Then she grabbed Claire’s hair, forcing her half way up before she threw her across the floor in the stable block. Claire landed hard, finding there to be no give in the hard floor as she sent some straw flying with her landing. She realised quickly that she had been set up here by Betty who gave her no time to recover, rushing in to catch Claire with a knee to the side to knock her back to the floor.

‘Thought it was clever to jump me didn’t you bitch?’ Betty spat at Claire now as she went to the hair and forced her up just enough so she could flatten her breasts with a knee lift. Claire dropped back to a knee, and Betty slapped her furiously across the face to send her spinning back to the hard floor. Betty knew that she had the physical attributes to dominate Claire, but that it was important to stay on the jet haired fighter who she knew to be cunning and uncompromising given the chance. She gave her none again though with a double handful of hair to force Claire to her feet before she sent her back to one of the stable doors with a flurry of slaps to the head. Claire tried to cover up with her back against the heavy oak stable door only for Betty to wait for her defences to rise, then send in two hard punches to the ribs. Claire groaned, the wind driven from her by Betty’s hard and accurate punching before the blonde grabbed a handful of jet black hair and used it to turn her so that she was face first against the door. Then she tried to slam her face first into the heavy oak, only for Claire to block the attempt with her hands braced on the door. Betty was suddenly exposed for the first time and Claire managed to buy herself a moment’s respite, swinging an elbow back into the blonde’s body. Betty stepped back a couple of paces off the wall and Claire turned, a resurgence of confidence running through her for a second before she ran straight into Betty’s right boot, catching her flush in the belly. Now Betty ran her back hard to that solid heavy oak door again, slamming her body hard in to the unforgiving surface with a thud as Claire groaned. A glint in her eye, Betty re-buttoned the front of Claire’s jacket then hastily grabbed the shoulders and pulled down, effectively trapping Claire’s arms in an impromptu straight jacket for a moment as she rocked her head left and right with a flurry of slaps until Claire slid down the door to a seated position against it.

Betty was all over her and the jet haired fighter’s ears were ringing with the impacts of those stinging slaps as she pressed her boot onto her throat there against the wall. Claire’s eyes went wide as she recognised this for what it was quickly; a dangerous choke she couldn’t afford to take for very long. She batted at Betty’s leg ineffectively with right hands for a moment, seemingly getting nowhere before she spotted her chance and sent a punch straight up into the crotch to send Betty crumpling to the floor in pain. Now Claire struggled to shrug her way out of the jacket that was restricting her arms so effectively before getting to her feet, still with the jacket incongruously around her waist as she grabbed Betty’s hair. Claire eyed with great interest the water trough at the centre of the stable now and she walked towards it, forcing Betty to follow on as she gripped the long hair of the glamorous blonde tightly. Betty reached that wooded trough, screamed very briefly as she realised what Claire had in store for her, then had to hold her breath as she was dunked head first into the cold water. Her flailing arms splashed the water around pretty effectively, showing that what may have looked like a swimsuit was in fact just a tight vest top that rapidly became pretty see through. Claire mocked her now as she pulled her head from the water for a moment, ‘silly bitch, thought you’d get the better of me...oooofffff!’ as Betty back elbowed her in the ribs hard. As Betty’s nipples stiffened from the cold water, poking against her wet white top, now she grabbed Claire’s jet black hair and introduced her face to the trough for a moment to return the favour as Claire flailed ineffectively, just splashing the water around again as she found her own blouse turned see through this time.

After a few seconds, Betty allowed Claire’s head out of the water and clubbed her across the shoulders, just to make sure she stayed subdued. ‘What was that you were saying bitch?’ she asked Claire as she spun her around and pulled hard on the front of her white blouse, ripping open the buttons to reveal Claire wore no bra beneath it, just in case it had been in any doubt given the recently see through nature of the blouse. ‘Slut’ Betty laughed at her now, before latching on to both of Claire’s stiff nipples, twisting them hard to make the jet haired woman whine loudly ‘oooowwwww’ as she did so. Using that grip, she forced Claire to follow her now, dragging her across the stable block to the tack room as Claire tried to dig her heels in to resist. Each time Claire planted her feet though, Betty simply kept going, stretching Claire’s nipples as she knew the jet haired fighter would have no choice other than to follow her. As they walked past one of the stables, Claire reached her hand out to try and grab at something, unseen by Betty, but she looked to be firmly under the blonde’s control as they entered the tack room.

The scene there saw a bench with a leather saddle draped across it at the centre of the room while around the walls hung various bridles and sets of reins for the horses. Betty eyed the room to get her bearings, still gripping and twisting Claire’s nipples, then she turned back towards her, and Claire threw a handful of hay up into her face, causing her to recoil back, complaining ‘hey!’

‘Yes it was….very observant, cunt!’ Claire quipped in reply as she delivered a clothesline that bowled Betty over that low bench at the centre of the room to the straw covered floor. That straw may have provided some cushioning to her landing, but not much, and Betty rose slowly straight into a knee between her breasts from Claire to know her to her back once more. Claire’s eyes narrowed now, a look of determination set there as she wanted to press home this sudden advantage that she had gained. She grabbed a set of reins off the wall now, and expertly bunched them to make the end of it into an impromptu whip of sorts which she lashed across Betty’s back, making the blonde shriek loudly in pain from it’s impact. ‘You’re going to pay for jumping me now bitch!’ Claire warned Betty ominously as she kicked her in the ribs, making Betty wish she’d actually removed Claire’s boots at the start of the fight when she had asked her too. Then Claire stepped back to take aim with her boot once more; this time though, Betty grabbed her foot and tipped her into the straw as well. Despite the pain in her ribs from Claire’s kick, Betty lunged for Claire and the two rolled across the floor of the tack room in a furious catball, each getting covered in straw and dust as they ripped at hair and slapped and punched bodies. Claire hit the target with a right hand to the body but then shrieked as Betty latched onto her right nipple and rolled her to her back. Both fighters had their legs intertwined as the catball seemed to have reached a halt for a moment with Betty on top. The blonde turned things completely back in her favour now though, as she was able to wriggle her leg free from Claire’s grip for a second, and promptly slammed a knee into the jet haired jezabel’s pussy.

‘Uggghhh!’ Claire groaned as Betty ground her knee in, making sure that Claire felt all of the pain from the hard blow, and feeling a bit of the fight leave her rival for a second, she grabbed her hair. That allowed Betty to bring Claire to her feet and straight into a waist lock which she used to lift Claire into a pussy pounding atomic drop with a difference, dropping her hard onto that saddle across the bench. Claire groaned loudly as she landed there, suggesting it had been a pretty effective variation on the move. Claire stayed in place there, in the saddle across the bench for a second or two, before Betty bunched up her fist and caught her with a clipping right hand to the jaw. That rolled Claire off her impromptu ride and back down into the straw on the floor with a hard landing, and Betty was on her quick, dropping down to kneel on the small of her back. Immediately she set about stripping Claire of her jacket and blouse, the latter providing scant resistance to her attempt. Claire was topless now, in just her now dusty white jodhpurs and riding boots as Betty grabbed the reins Claire had dropped on the floor in the tack room after using them on her. Now she showed that she too knew how to bunch those reins up into a makeshift whip which she quickly lashed across Claire’s bare back to raise an angry welt there as Claire cried out in pain.

‘Now bitch’ Betty told Claire, ‘you can have a proper fight with me whenever you’re ready. We’re fucking even now’ she continued as she forced the reins across Claire’s mouth. Still kneeling on her back, she pulled hard on them now, almost as if she was trying to slow an unruly steed. Instead, she was trying to break an unruly catfighter to her will, and as Claire reached for her face, crying a very distorted ‘please stop’, it seemed it may be working.

‘Sorry bitch, didn’t get that’ Betty smirked as she pulled back hard on the reins once more, enjoying Claire’s long loud cry of pain as it was distorted by the soft leather pulling at her mouth.

‘I said please stop!’ Claire whined now as Betty removed the reins from her mouth and mocked ‘well, why didn’t you say so earlier?’ Then she rolled the jet haired jezabel to her back and plunged her D cup breasts heavily in to her face as she pinned her on that dusty, straw covered, floor, giving her an introduction to her breast smother. Claire kicked and squirmed at first, but a pair of D cup breasts planted right in her face was as fast acting as any form of sedative might have been as the jet haired fighter faded quickly now beneath Betty until she was sleeping soundly on the floor of the tack room. Even then, the blonde knew that Claire was a wily fighter and she made sure by applying a harsh nipple twist, checking that there was no response before she got off her and left her there in the tack room. She walked back into the main stable block to find the actual stable hand there waiting for her, holding her jacket for Betty to slip on over her wet top. She bunched up her damp blonde hair too, putting it under the cap she’d worn at the start of the fight.

‘You did it then?’ the stable hand asked her.

‘Yes, she sleeping like a baby now….thanks for helping’ Betty told her.

‘You didn’t tell her that I helped set her up did you?’ the stable hand asked her a little nervously. ‘I mean, she can be such a bitch towards us at times anyway’ she continued.

‘Don’t worry, she knows nothing, and she never will’ Betty smiled reassuringly. ‘But I’d better get out of her to make sure of that’ she said, heading for the door to the outside and disappearing across country on foot to where she had parked her car.

So the gauntlet that Claire had figuratively thrown down when she took Betty out of the tournament had been well and truly picked up by Betty. Claire had cost her a chance in that tournament with the unprovoked attack after the blonde had beaten Keighley. But now, Betty had shown Claire she wouldn’t get things her own way; would she take up the offer of another fight that Betty had made here though, and meet the bigger blonde head on?