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The Yammamoto Dojo

By Wolfboy

Jemma and Beth travel to Japan for Jemma to face a new test at Suki’s dojo

After Beth’s stunning victory in Dubai, it had soon been time for her and Jemma to move on again on their tour. After spending two weeks in India and a few days in South Korea, their next destination was Japan and the match offered for Jemma by Suki Yammamoto. An unknown opponent was always an exciting prospect for Jemma, one that she relished, knowing that she would have to work things out in the ring rather than starting with a definite plan. She liked that idea a lot, confident that there was no prospect of Suki having over-matched her, but also sure that the Japanese woman would have an opponent very capable of testing her.

Of course, a few days travelling had been in order first, taking in Osaka, Nagoya and the impressive sight of Mount Fuji amongst other things before they arrived in Tokyo on the bullet train. They were surprised but delighted to find they were greeted warmly at the station by Suki and Yuki who were intent on showing Jemma and Beth some of the sights of the city. An afternoon of sight seeing and easy conversation passed between the four, and it was only into the evening when Suki asked ‘Jemma, I am surprised you’ve not asked me anything about your opponent for tomorrow. Don’t you want to know all about her?’

‘Usually, I would’ Jemma admitted, ‘but in this case Suki, I trust you to have picked well for me, and I want to work her out when we are in the ring’ she told the older Yammamoto.

‘Hai’ Suki nodded ‘In this case, your trust is wise Jemma’ she told the young redhead. ‘I have picked one of my students who I think is most evenly matched to you. And I have told her nothing of her prospective opponent either!’

‘Then it will be a very fair contest’ Jemma smiled. ‘Thank you; I knew that I was in safe hands here’ she told Suki.

‘You always will be with me’ Suki nodded. She went on to deliver some sage advice though to Jemma as she told her ‘be careful who you trust though now. You won’t see it yet, but with your mother as World Champion, you could represent a shortcut to her for the wrong woman!’

‘I hadn’t really thought of it that way’ Jemma admitted, ‘but I do see your point. I’ll be on my guard’ she agreed.

Suki spotted Yuki and Beth returning from the viewing platform they’d been out no to in order to get a good overview of the city and took the chance to confide one more fact in Jemma. ‘You know when I had a match with your mother in private, I told her you’d be a fighter and at the time she thought that you had absolutely no interest in it. I said one day we would have a mother daughter tag match!’ she laughed.

Now Jemma surprised her a little, admitting ‘I’d like that. I know that both of you are way too experienced for me really, but what better way is there to learn?’ she asked.

‘Very wise’ Suki smiled, adding a little mischief for a second as she told Jemma ‘and of course, we both know many ways to make a pretty redhead cum in the ring’ making Jemma blush as she smiled.

‘I forget about this pretty unique style of catfighting here in Japan’ Jemma admitted. ‘But I do understand just how effective it can be!’

‘Pleasure followed by pain is always your friend in the ring Jemma’ Suki opined as Beth and Yuki rejoined them at the table.

‘Sounds like my kind of game-plan!’ Beth laughed.

The rest of the evening passed the same way with easy friendship and conversation between all four women, while Jemma played over a little in her mind how the match might go from time to time.

* * * * * * *

She would find out soon enough following a short trip out to the suburbs the following morning to the location of the Yammamoto Dojo. It seemed an unimpressive location at first with just a plain black door opening on to a concrete stairwell. Three flights of stairs up though, and Jemma’s view of the place was totally changes. Behind a second plain black door was what she quickly assessed to be a wrestling paradise. A small reception area gave way to six doors. Two had changing areas behind them, while the other four were the gateways to fight rooms. One was just wrestling mats wall to wall, well padded, a perfect location for hard catfight or submission wrestling action. One room was clearly set aside for oil and mud wrestling with two well padded pits in the room. A third room housed both an accurate recreation of a king sized bedroom as well as a smaller apartment fight area. And finally, the jewel in the crown of the Yammamoto dojo; a full sized wrestling ring in a fully padded room that also acted as storage for the sections of steel cage that could be erected around the ring. ‘We offer to train ladies in all styles of fighting’ Suki offered by way of explanation as she completed the tour of the premises.

‘That I can see’ Jemma beamed as Beth nodded in agreement. ‘But today a Japanese catfight in the ring?’ she asked Suki.

‘Hai’ Suki nodded. ‘That is so. I will explain all of the rules when you are in the ring. Yuki is here and will referee. Beth and I will watch. I want to see how you adapt to the different style without this clever one in your corner!’ she told Jemma.

Beth quickly chipped in ‘I suggested that to Yuki yesterday while we were outside and asked her to relay it to Suki. It’s a good idea to see how you’ll adapt to a different style while we’re somewhere very safe’ she told her girlfriend.

‘Very crafty’ Jemma smiled, adding ‘but yeah, I agree. It’s good to do it differently occasionally to keep me on my toes.’

‘Beth and I will watch from ringside’ Suki told her. ‘But she will only offer encouragement and not advice today. Now why don’t you head in to that changing room and get yourself ready’ Suki suggested, pointing to one of the doors. ‘When you’re changed, come on through to the ring and we can get started.

Jemma smiled and headed in to the changing room where she would find a pair of emerald green knee pads, and a short note from Beth.

‘Babe, I took the chance to find out from Suki just exactly what the true ethos of a Japanese catfight is. She told me that originally it came from pro wrestlers with a dispute to settle. They would meet in a training dojo like this to fight in their pro wrestling gear, but always without tops. So that’s what you’re going to do today’. The note wasn’t signed as such, but it bore Beth’s mark with a lipstick kiss in the corner of the paper. Jemma smiled to herself and quickly stripped off so that she might get into her fairly limited wrestling outfit for the match. She was pleased, but not surprised, that not only had Beth thought of everything with regard to the match, but she’d also found Jemma perfectly fitting gear. The thong was spandex and sat snugly on her hips, fitting so well that she could almost have forgotten it was there at all. Her wrestling boots were the perfect size, coming to about three inches below the knee when she laced them up so that her knee pads would sit just perfectly on top of them. Finally, she looked in the mirror, her nipples standing to attention in anticipation of the match, and she realised her flame red hair from her pony tail. She was ready, and with one last glance at the mirror, she headed for the ring.

There she found an opponent ready to fight, and a referee in Yuki, more than ready to officiate the action as she stood at the centre of the ring in a black and white striped swimsuit with white wrestling boots, the legend ‘YY’ picked out in scarlet lettering on the sides. Jemma eyed her opponent as she slipped into the ring, noting straight away how evenly matched the young Japanese woman was with her physically. She wore pink – hotpants, wrestling boots and knee pads, as well as one pink glove on her left hand. She also wore a white ring jacket for now, covering her breasts while the chestnut haired Japanese eyed Jemma’s D cups with a thinly veiled interest. Jemma shrugged to herself, she’d seen Yuki fight before and it wasn’t unheard of for the Japanese starlet to go after a busty opponent with abandon. If she and her mother were training other women to fight, then she had figured breast work might be fairly high on the agenda.

Although on the outside of the ring, Suki stood to act as ring announcer, and first of all to clarify the rules of the match. ‘Jemma, Reiko, this will be a traditional best of three submissions Japanese catfight. There is no time limit, and a one minute break between falls. You may fight outside of the ring, but may only win submissions inside the ring. The rules are that all moves are legal. Sexual attacks are permitted, encouraged actually’ she smiled, as Jemma looked out to Beth as if to question ‘ are you OK with me using them on her?’ As Beth nodded to the unspoken question, Suki continued ‘you may strip each other but the boots must stay on. There are no breaks for attacks in the ropes or the corners. If you tie an opponent in the ropes, the action will go on and the trapped fighter must either free themselves or submit to get free. Obey Yuki’s commands at all times when the action begins. Is everything clear?’ she asked as Jemma nodded, followed by Reiko nodding too as she took just a moment longer to process Suki speaking in English for Jemma.

‘Very good. Then ladies, from England, wearing green, at 5 feet 7 inches tall, 150lbs, 19 years old and 36D-24-36 this is Jemma with a record of 12 wins and 2 losses. From Japan, wearing pink, at 5feet 6 inches tall, 152lbs, 21 years old and 34C-25-25, this is Reiko with a record of 7 wins and 1 loss. Ladies, at the sound of the bell, make each other suffer!’ Suki smiled, heading towards a table where a small ring bell was placed. She picked up the hammer and looked up at Yuki who asked both if they were ready. Each nodded, Yuki pointed for the bell, and the fight was on as the sound of the brass bell chimed sharply through the room. Jemma and Reiko circled briefly, Jemma noting the long chestnut brown hair of her opponent moving smoothly as she circled with an easy athletic grace. Then Reiko stopped and bowed formally to Jemma, a deep bow bent almost to 90 degrees at the waist. Jemma stopped, returned the gesture and paid a price for it immediately as a pump kick from a grinning Reiko straightened her up as it landed between her breasts. Her defences were off for a moment, allowing a big forearm smash to send her reeling to the ropes, under pressure right from the off. Reiko followed up her early interest in Jemma’s big breasts as she lashed a chop across them, the crisp sound of hand on bare breast making the three women not involved in the action wince as they heard it. Jemma winced too, then shrieked as Reiko raked her eyes, making a fast start to the match as she then fired Jemma off with an Irish Whip. Instinct took over for Jemma and despite her assaulted vision, she reversed the whip so that it was Reiko whose back touched the ropes first. Still struggling to clear her vision though, Jemma ducked down at centre ring, looking to back drop Reiko perhaps, only to find the Japanese somersaulting over her in a sunset flip that rolled Jemma onto her back, feet and ass facing the ceiling. It may not have been a devastating position in terms of forcing a submission, but it did provide Reiko the chance to dip her head forward and trace Jemma’s womanhood with her tongue through the tight fitting green thong, bringing a slight shudder to Jemma’s body as she was introduced to the seamlessly dual nature of the fight. Then as if to highlight that duality, Reiko pussy whipped Jemma and pushed her out from between her legs so that she might up the ante some more. Jemma felt the Japanese girl’s hand in her flame red hair, the burning sensation in her scalp too as she hurriedly got her feet under her to follow the insistent urging of her Japanese opponent. She was rushed to the corner as soon as she got up, her face introduced to the thick corner pad there with enough force to daze her. Forced to hold the ropes, she took a shot to the stomach, a right hand whipped around by Reiko who decided the time was right to strike with a hard hitting move.

Jumping up so that her knees were in Jemma’s back, she grabbed her shoulders, looking to pull her back into a lung blower that may have spelled curtains for Jemma even so early in the first fall. She held grimly to the top ropes though, shrugged the attempt off and sent Reiko crashing heavily to the mat behind her. Now Jemma wanted to go on the attack and did so effectively, dredging her memory to use a move raking Reiko’s eyes with the laces of her wrestling boot to repay the Japanese. Then she dropped to the canvas, delivering an elbow across Reiko’s own bare breasts to make the Japanese fighter groan. Jemma was almost in position for a cross pin which she took, but failed to control Reiko’s arms fully as she dipped her head to suck on the left nipple of the oriental grappler. Reiko cooed in recognition of the well done attack from Jemma, but she had held her composure and got a hand into Jemma’s hair, using the grip of it to try and steer her head away from the breast. Now Jemma just upped the ante a little, her teeth gripping Reiko’s nipple, lightly enough but guaranteeing her mouth stayed anchored to the Japanese girl’s breast as she whined airily at her treatment.

Jemma thought she felt the first signs of panic building in Reiko, but she couldn’t have been further from the truth. If Jemma had taken it on herself to use some sexual tactics early in the fight, Reiko was more than happy to keep it there as a wandering hand was inside Jemma’s thong quickly, starting to search her pussy to start finger fucking the surprised redhead. Surprised or not, she doubled down, continuing to ignore Reiko’s hair pull as she worked the nipple with her mouth, while her fingers started to trace a path across her opponent’s skin until they were at the waistband of those pink hotpants. Just as it seemed that Jemma might be prepared to duel with the Japanese in the art of finger fucking though, she gasped loudly as Reiko flicked her fingers across her clit, and relinquished her grip on the nipple. In an instant, Reiko used the hair to lever Jemma’s head well clear of her breast, holding her there for just a moment as she removed her fingers from inside Jemma’s thong and slapped her across the mouth, just making sure that Jemma got the faintest taste of her own womanhood as she did. Then Reiko shrugged her off, showing some strength, to roll out from under Jemma as she did so. By the time Jemma had reached her feet, Reiko was on her, hoping to secure a front headlock, but a right hand delivered to the waistband of her pink hotpants gave her pause for thought and allowed the action to continue on a more even footing.

It did just that with a fierce exchange of blows now. Jemma slapped Reiko’s face firmly, a blow to snap the Japanese fighter’s head to the side with a cascade of chestnut brown hair. The favour was returned quickly, Reiko cracking a slap off Jemma’s cheek to send her flame red hair flying too. Then a furious flurry of attacks came from both, slaps to face and body, breasts reddened and set swinging by stinging shots too. Each slap saw fingers just grab and pinch at sensitive flesh too, adding to the effect before Jemma went with a knee and thigh strike to the body to subdue Reiko for the briefest moment. That allowed her to reel Reiko into a side headlock and send a slap up into the breast of the Japanese fighter before continuing her attack by flipping Reiko over her hip to the mat. She still had the Japanese in the side headlock for the matter of two seconds it took for her to snake her legs around Jemma’s head now, securing a tight side head scissors to wrest back control of the fight. Straight away, Reiko was up on an elbow, adding extra leverage to the scissors as she started to put the squeeze on Jemma. Jemma was on the move quickly too, starting to force her way to her knees, before a right hand landed hard in her side, putting her on her back again. Immediately, Reiko used the scissor hold to force Jemma into sitting up as she rolled, thighs still around her head before she dextrously reached to rake her eyes, and dropped her back to the mat in the scissor hold.

‘Fucking eyes!’ Jemma complained as Yuki reminded her ‘it’s allowed’.

‘I know….I know’ Jemma agreed before she shrieked as Reiko latched on to her left nipple already stiff from the excitement of combat and twisted it harshly.

‘Ooooohhhhh…...you like!’ Reiko chirped gleefully, seeing the way Jemma squirmed, face flushed a little, within the confines of the scissor hold. Jemma responded with action rather than words for now, grabbing Reiko’s booted feet and twisting to prise her scissor hold apart a little. Reiko twisted the nipple further, Jemma’s eyes screwed shut tightly as the pain flooded her senses, but as the tension left the scissor hold, Jemma jerked her head to the right and headbutted Reiko squarely in the crotch. A telling blow as Reiko groaned in pain and lost her grip on the nipple, before finding Jemma spreading her legs to deliver a second, more effective, headbutt to the crotch. Reiko was suddenly in a world of trouble, and although an inexperienced catfighter in relative terms still, Jemma always recognised an opening. She dived on top of Reiko, controlling her legs enough with a grapevine and her head with a good handful of hair to drop her breasts heavily in Reiko’s face. Now the Japanese had a good close up of the breasts she’d gone after moments earlier as they very effectively cut off her air supply. She groped Jemma now, hands going to Jemma’s butt, pawing at her, easing her thong down slightly and starting to play with her. Again Jemma felt a shudder run through her body, knowing that as they were pressed together so tightly, Reiko couldn’t possibly have missed it, and she bit her own lip, knowing she might need to fight off the building waves of pleasure from the attention of the Japanese. She was relieved quickly to find those pawing hands starting to tap instead though as lack of air became Reiko’s primary concern, and Jemma claimed the first submission. She climbed off Reiko, just grazing the tips of her fingers across the Japanese fighter’s pert breasts as she did, and headed back to her corner with a look of some satisfaction on her face.

The Japanese girl was quick to rise too, not exactly looking crestfallen at losing the first fall either, with a determined expression on her face. It was pretty clear during the short interval that with the first fall out of the way, this was a fight that was some way from over just yet. Both young women prepared themselves for fall two while Beth spoke quietly with Suki asking her ‘Reiko will unleash on Jem in this fall won’t she if the gets chance?’

Quietly Suki replied ‘Hai! It is her style to work an opponent out and then really attack. And that smother means she’s likely to go after Jemma’s tits now’ she suggested to Beth.

‘I thought so’ Beth smiled. ‘I see it in her somehow.’

‘It is what makes you such an asset to Jemma’ Suki agreed. ‘Today though she has to see that for herself’ Suki told Beth as she went to chime the bell for the second session.

If the onslaught was coming, it certainly didn’t materialise straight away with some relatively cautious circling, the highlight of which was Jemma blocking something of a haymaker from Reiko before aiming a slap to her body and taking one to the breast in return. Perhaps that was an early sign of the Japanese woman’s intent to go after Jemma’s breasts, but nothing more materialised for now through a slow paced opening minute. Watching on, Beth expected the action to explode into life pretty soon as she looked for the signs of Reiko getting up to speed. They were subtle, but clear enough to Beth’s eye too, an increase in slaps thrown, constantly making Jemma work and defend, making sure she kept touching her, pulling, pinching and pushing, all designed to keep Jemma off balance very slightly, but Reiko’s grab for the hair left her wide open to a return shot from Jemma who slapped her face with equal venom. Reiko was forced off, back to circling, and looked to cut a slightly frustrated figure as she tried to fathom Jemma out.

Now Jemma pressed forward a little, sensing an opportunity to force the pace herself behind a flurry of slaps that Reiko swatted away and blocked as best she could. It looked a desperate situation for the Japanese woman as she neared the ropes with Jemma still after her, but now she showed her skills, dropping to deliver a drop toe hold and send Jemma chest first to the middle rope on her knees. Now, Reiko descended on her in a simple but harsh attack, knee posted in Jemma’s back to press her breasts into the middle rope, while one hand pulled at Jemma’s mouth and the other wrapped in her flame red hair to ensure control. Jemma groaned in pain, her voice distorted by Reiko fish hooking her mouth while she felt the burning pain in her scalp and breasts Reiko was an all action fighter though, and quickly moved on to up the ante, slapping Jemma’s face before trying to drag her along the ropes to rope burn her breasts. She managed only a short distance as Jemma’s strength came into play, allowing her to force her way off the ropes. Reiko didn’t miss a beat though, sending a kick across Jemma’s shoulders to send her sprawling back into the ropes again chest first. This time Jemma wasn’t there for long, a jerk on the middle rope from Reiko enough to send her sprawling out towards centre ring with the Japanese in quick pursuit. She went for a snap leg drop to the throat now, but paid the price for her haste as Jemma rolled clear to avoid it, and she landed, hitting nothing but canvas. Jemma rolled to her feet now, grabbing a handful of that long chestnut brown hair of the Japanese fighter, pulling her to her feet and leading her towards the corner, so that she could send her face into those thick corner pads. Then she turned her and whipped a chop across Reiko’s breasts, bringing a shrill cry from the Japanese woman before she sent her to the opposite corner with an Irish Whip. Reiko hit hard, staying in the corner with her back against the pad as Jemma set off at a run, breasts bouncing freely as she looked to deliver an avalanche splash. As she took off, she quickly learned that Reiko was playing her though and the Japanese used the ropes so she could raise both knees and allow Jemma to crash into them.

That was a blow to wind any fighter, and Jemma slumped to the mat, desperately trying to suck in air only to find she wasn’t able to be down there for too long. Reiko was straight in to her flame red hair to get her upright, propping her up against the corner pose, arms laid across the top ropes. Jemma barely had time to brace herself for the opening onslaught of the Japanese wrestler either before two hard chops were lashed across her breasts. Jemma felt those stinging blows, and it brought her hands down off the ropes to defend against a third chop, allowing Reiko instead to whip a one-two lower in to her body to punish her further. Then the arms were back on the ropes allowing Reiko to slash a chop that turned cleverly into a nail drag across her preferred target area, making Jemma howl with pain. ‘Ooooohhhhh…..too bad’ Reiko smirked as she closed her hands over the tenderised breasts for a moment, caressing them a little more sensually as she leaned in and started to grind her knee in between Jemma’s legs, spreading her slowly so that she was soon rubbing her knee against her crotch. Jemma wore a suddenly flustered expression that was clear for all, including Reiko, to see as her opponent, still working her breasts sensually, leaned in to kiss her. Jemma fought against that for all of a couple of seconds before Reiko’s tongue parted her lips and the Japanese woman started to literally take her breath away with the prolonged lip lock.

Jemma was in trouble, her mind pulled away from the fight by the expertly sensual actions of the Japanese, before it was hastily snapped back to remembering that she was in a fight as Reiko converted her grinding knee to a knee lift to the crotch. Jemma groaned loudly, the last part of it choked off by Reiko kissing her once again, briefly, before she went back to the breasts with more ill intentions to deliver a downward double slap and nail drag into a double claw hold. That brought a look of pain to Jemma’s face as she tried to stamp on Reiko’s feet in reply only to find the Japanese woman just out of range, wisely avoiding that attack. Then she struck again, maintaining her breast attack while another knee landed, this time to Jemma’s body to keep her winded. Reiko leaned in for a moment, taking advantage of the position to lick the side of Jemma’s face suggestively. She kissed the very corner of Jemma’s mouth too, pleased to see that the redhead turned her face, searching to return the kiss, knowing it meant she had her sexually confused and pretty turned on by her attacks.

She still worked the breasts too, reminding Jemma of that with a cruel twist of the double claw that made her shriek in pain. Finally the torment in the corner ended with Jemma turned, sent face first to the corner pad twice by the hair, then thrown back towards the centre of the ring with a hair mare throw. Reiko followed her out, straight into the hair almost casually as she looked to pull Jemma up, only to almost pay the price for that relaxed approach when a right hand slashed in across the waistband of her pink hot pants. She kept hold of the hair though, rode the effect of the punch, and slammed Jemma’s face to the mat to subdue her first. On all fours, Jemma was now taken to her back by Reiko in a rolling cradle that the Japanese wrestler used to show her grappling skill and dexterity when she quickly converted it to a spladle. Jemma’s left leg was scissored by Reiko, while her right leg was spread in the opposite direction, held there by Reiko’s body as she pinned it beneath her left arm. Immediately Jemma tried to sit up only to be knocked flat by a forearm smash across her breasts and as soon as her shoulders hit the mat again, she was squirming as she felt Reiko’s fingers inside her emerald green thong, playing expertly across her womanhood as she teased the aroused redhead.

‘Mmmmm’ Jemma whined a little absent minded as it was evident Reiko was taking an effect on her quickly. ‘Ooooohhhhh…..you do like it!’ Reiko chimed cheerfully, her fingers just starting to work a little more furiously, confident that she’d found her mark now. Jemma was well trapped too by the Japanese who moved her head forward so that she could just nuzzle Jemma’s lower belly, right around the waistband of her emerald green thong. Yuki took a closer interest now, not as she thought Jemma might submit, but watching the technique of Reiko and wondering if she might pick up some hints for herself instead. For her part, Jemma’s eyes were screwed shut for the moment, total concentration written across her face as she tried to resist the first wave of pleasure building within her rapidly. ‘Mmmmm….ooohhhhh…...ooooohhhhh fuck!’ she moaned though as Reiko’s fingers found the spot to perfection, quickly breaking through her first attempt at resistance.

‘Mmmmm….you’re so wet…..naughty girl!’ Reiko cooed, her fingers working quickly but expertly on Jemma who was reduced to something of a hot mess by her attentions, only able to whine and moan in time with Reiko’s work. On the outside, it was fair to say that Beth was also approaching a similar status watching Jemma get dominated so. A loud cry of ‘FUCK….NO…..NOOOOOHHHHH…….AIIIIIEEEEEEE!’ came from inside the ring now, Jemma reaching her climax at the hands of the Japanese wrestler who complained lightly ‘so soon?!’ as she noted Jemma’s thong turning a shade darker as she squirted in orgasm. It was time for Reiko to even the score, following the Yammamoto mantra that following great pleasure, pain would be further intensified. Reiko peeled Jemma from the mat by her hair, tilted her face by that grip so that she could briefly kiss her, then lifted her at the waist to cruelly deposit her one leg either side of her own outstretched leg in a pussy pounding atomic drop. Jemma fairly howled in pain at the impact, quickly taking a double thrust to the chest to knock her flat to the mat on her back and in position for Reiko’s intended submission. The Japanese spread Jemma’s legs wide with a grapevine, knowing that hold would be sure to keep the pain burning between her legs. Then she clamped one hand over Jemma’s mouth, one finger just parting her lips enough to make sure she would taste herself as the partial hand smother came into play. Then, the final part of the puzzle and an example of pain and pleasure working side by side; Reiko lowered her mouth to kiss and suck Jemma’s right nipple, her tongue working sensually before a few seconds later digging her nails roughly into the underside of the same breast. Jemma roared with pain, most of the sound hidden behind the veil of Reiko’s hand drawn across her mouth and after the briefest moment of resistance, she tapped the mat furiously to submit.

Reiko was quickly off Jemma, fingers just tracing lightly across the body of the flushed and slightly heavy breathing redhead. It was the sexual work that had left her that way. Would Reiko realise it and continue to press an advantage now having forced one orgasm.

‘You get turned on when she’s getting dominated don’t you Beth?’ Suki asked the blonde very quietly on the outside of the ring.

‘Some times’ the blushing blonde allowed in an equally hushed voice. ‘It’s certain situations...opponents. Sometimes the whole combination is just….wow I guess’ she elaborated.

‘It’s normal’ Suki admitted. ‘We’ve had the straightest laced women come through here at times to learn, but all of them have had their thing. Be proud of it rather than suppressing it’ she suggested, ‘I’m sure Jemma will understand!’

‘Oh she knows….’ Beth smiled, remembering that time when she’d brought herself to orgasm watching Netty and Jackie dominate Jemma. She knew her girlfriend thought it was cute, but it still felt slightly wrong to enjoy watching her in trouble like that.’

‘Embrace it’ Suki said, almost as if she was reading Beth’s mind now. ‘Better to be open about it’ she advised before chiming the bell for the final session of the fight.

Beth was still thinking about that, realising that as ever, there was much truth in the words of the wise Japanese woman, as the action for the final fall got underway. Jemma looked understandably a little cautious at the opening of the session, circling Reiko in a circumspect manner while the beaming Japanese babe watched her intently from centre ring. Also watching with interest in the ring was Yuki; she liked Jemma already and felt that she would be friends with the redhead, but she also knew their competitive nature might see them in a match sometime too. She wanted to see how Jemma might react to the situation she found herself in just now. If the redhead didn’t react well, she knew a woman like Reiko might make short enough work of her. The circling continued a moment longer, Jemma still looking reticent to engage and Reiko’s confidence growing with every moment of inaction which she took for weakness in her opponent now. She was convinced Jemma was just a weak western whore, taken totally off her game by the first hint of sex fighting.

As she rushed on to the attack, she would learn the hard way that she had badly underestimated the resolve of the young redhead opposite her. Jemma may have looked flustered and nervous, there was no denying her thong was soaked from her previous orgasm, but her mind was crystal clear. Reiko charged her and found herself with on the end of one of those green boots as it was buried deep in to her midsection, folding her to the mat as it crushed the air from her body. Now Jemma’s movements were suddenly bold and decisive, bringing Reiko to her feet by her hair before flipping her over to a seated position with a flying hair mare. Jemma was in behind Reiko quickly, legs snapped tightly around her waist in a scissor hold, her bare breasts pressed tightly to the back of the Japanese fighter so that she couldn’t help but notice the stiff nipples pressed into her back. Reiko reached for Jemma’s feet, looking to twist at the green leather boots to uncross her ankles and free herself from the scissors only for a heavy forearm smash across the shoulders to stop her. In a flash, Jemma had her arms hooked under Reiko’s arms and rocked back, pulling her clear of the mat before giving her the heavy landing of the keister bounce at centre ring. ‘OWWWW…...ooohhhhh’ Reiko moaned as the pain in her butt was challenged for attention by Jemma’s lips lightly caressing her neck as she showed she could play the game that way too if it was called for. Quickly pleasure’s fleeting grasp on Reiko’s emotions would be usurped by pain again though as Jemma repeated the keister bounce, Reiko screaming ‘NOOOOOOO!’ all the way through to her ass taking another heavy landing on the mat.

Now Jemma grabbed hair roughly, turning Reiko’s head slightly so that her lips could trace a path up Reiko’s neck slowly until they were at her earlobe which she nipped at lightly, a subtle, almost imperceptible touch that drove Reiko’s senses into over drive. The Japanese was struggling to fathom how it was she suddenly on the wrong end of things in this final fall, and Jemma was intent on keeping it that way as she used her combined holds to roll Reiko to her belly before she got off the mat herself. She dropped back almost immediately though to land an elbow drop high across the shoulders to try and make sure her opponent stayed down and subdued while she contemplated her next move. She pulled Reiko up with a good grip of her hair, and went for a body slam only to be surprised as the Japanese fighter resisted that attempt, her feet set solidly on the canvas, showing that she was a way from done just yet. She clubbed her right fist down on to Jemma’s shoulder now, just forcing her to touch down with one knee and that presented her the chance to ensnare Jemma in a side headlock. She pulled Jemma in tight with her right arm, pressing her face into the side of her pert right breast as she twisted her slightly in the hold to ensure a partial smother. Jemma retaliated quickly, a hard forearm to the lower back as she backed Reiko into the ropes, before she looked to fire her off to the opposite side of the ring. That attempt quickly hit the rocks as Reiko quickly took a handful of hair, dropped to her knees, and used the hair hold to drag a shrieking Jemma back into the side headlock.

Trouble for Jemma as Reiko cranked the headlock sharply three times before sending the shortest of flat handed blows into Jemma’s face, hoping to stun her as she came to her feet with Jemma still trapped. Jemma was still in there fighting though and she saw her chance as she rose, tangling her right leg around Reiko’s left and with a forearm to the lower back, she sent the Japanese sprawling face first to the mat. A heavy elbow drop high across the shoulders followed before Jemma used a handful of hair to slam Reiko’s face to the mats, looking to subdue her then take a headlock there on the mats. That succeeded briefly, thought it brought Reiko’s wrestling ability to play too, and it was only a matter of moments before she was trying to reverse out of it and get Jemma into a back hammer. Wisely, Jemma elected to back out of the exchange while she could, using the hair to introduce Reiko’s face to the mats again before getting off her, not without delivering a healthy smack to the Japanese fighter’s butt.

Jemma waited though for Reiko to rise, preferring to face her woman to woman on her feet, and there was no cautious circling any more as both locked up straight away, collar and elbow with a hint of hair grabbed, and looked to find the edge to take them to the win. Things would progress in a flurry towards that very aim now as Reiko broke the lock-up first to deliver a knee deep into Jemma’s belly, rocking her to her very core. There was a groan from Jemma and a triumphant cry from Reiko, sensing perhaps that the advantage was hers, and she rushed Jemma to the ropes before throwing her on the rebound by rolling her across her hip. Jemma landed hard and Reiko showed a cruel streak now, standing on Jemma’s right breast with the sole of her right boot before spinning to deliver the nastiest of friction burns. Jemma shrieked in pain while on the outside, that move had Beth feeling a little flustered too; concerned for her girlfriend but unable to deny how turned on she was by the hard action too. ‘It’s OK’ Suki reassured her, ‘embrace it, don’t deny it’ she told her, noting the coy smile on Beth’s face.

Again though the ring action moved on at pace, with Jemma surprising Reiko as she went for the same tactic to her left breast. This time, Jemma grabbed her foot to stop the move before pulling that foot in one direction and rolling to kick Reiko’s other foot in the opposite direction. It was the Japanese who shrieked this time as she fell to the canvas in an almost perfect split., her flexibility tested by the fall. Jemma rolled to her feet quickly and hit the ropes, ignoring the pain in her reddened breast as she came back in to deliver a low shotgun drop kick to Reiko’s chest, knocking her flat to the canvas. Jemma was fast to her feet, looking down on her opponent for a split second, before delivering a knee drop that targeted her right breast very accurately, pancaking it on impact as she repaid the earlier breast pain. Quickly she rolled Reiko to her belly, not wanting to give her time to recover and gather herself, so that she could sit down on her back. She brought her legs into play too, trapping Reiko’s arms in a well applied lotus lock before reaching back to ease the Japanese woman’s pink hotpants down slightly. There was a moan of ‘ooohhhhh’ from Reiko then as she felt Jemma’s fingers slip inside her, slowly searching her womanhood as she started to finger fuck her.

‘What were you saying about being naughty?’ Jemma teased lightly, going on ‘you’re practically dripping girl!’

‘OOOOHHHHH…..NOOOOOOO...AIIIIIEEEEEEE!’ Reiko moaned and whined in response, realising that Jemma was no shrinking violet when it came to using sex in the ring either.

‘Mmmmmm’ Jemma purred, ‘now who likes it?’ she demanded of the quickly aroused Japanese fighter who squirmed beneath her but couldn’t manage to dislodge Jemma. In turn, the redhead’s fingers moved with increase urgency, knowing that she was taking great effect on Reiko whose face was pressed to the canvas, hiding the look of flustered pleasure writ large across it.

‘Ooooohhhhh….mmmmnnhhhh….OOOOHHHHH…...AAAIIIEEEEE!’ the Japanese howled now, Jemma bringing her expertly to a climax there in the centre of the ring, with her pink hotpants around her knees, while the canvas showed the telltale signs that she too had squirted in orgasm now. Jemma leaned in to roughly grab the long chestnut brown hair of her opponent, using it to roughly bring her to her feet, and lead her to a corner and face full of that thick corner pad. Reiko found herself turned now, back to the corner pad as Jemma lashed a chop across her breasts before trying to send Reiko to the opposite corner. The Japanese woman resisted at first, taking another chop as she gripped the top rope before Jemma was able to send her, with some authority, towards a heavy collision with the corner post. Fighting on her last reserves perhaps, Reiko sagged timidly there for a moment, then exploded out of there with an attempt at a clothesline. Unfortunately for her, Jemma ducked the attempt, and grabbed a good handful of chestnut brown hair as she did so, dragging Reiko to the mat with the hard impact of an impromptu neck breaker.

Reiko groaned and Jemma was in position to quickly drop on her with a reverse face sit; one of her favourite ways to finish an opponent. It was always effective as Jemma started that rolling, grinding motion with her hips on Reiko’s face. And then she sunk her right hand hungrily in to Reiko’s right breast, while her left hand was once more searching Reiko’s womanhood, starting to tease the already aroused Japanese fighter. ‘What do you say Reiko?’ Yuki asked, seeing that she was smothered impressively by Jemma here.

‘Noooo’ the Japanese woman moaned lightly, before bringing something of a shudder to Jemma’s body as her tongue started to trace her womanhood through her cum soaked thong. Jemma knew a second orgasm could be devastating to her as she stopped her grinding motion for a moment, focussed on ignoring Reiko’s attempts as she made sure she was sat heavily on her face now. And she knew Reiko herself was even closer to that second orgasm; the squirming as her fingers worked inside the oriental wrestler told her as much. She continued the punishing breast maul too, hurting Reiko even as the pleasure built inside her at the same time. There was a sudden cry from the Japanese woman now, loud but muffled beneath Jemma; the tank had hit empty for her and she was tired and out of air. Submission would inevitably follow, fingers tapping furiously at the canvas now as she gave up and Jemma rolled off her to lie by her side for a moment. She found the hand of the Japanese woman, and clutched it for a moment, squeezing it firmly as two women who had just been through the most intimate of battles together shared a moment, composing themselves before they got up off the mat. There was a handshake and a hug between them, a language barrier preventing a conversation, but neither needed it, knowing they’d earned the other’s respect. Yuki raised Jemma’s hand in victory, now more convinced than ever that their paths would cross in the ring one day. She could see Jemma fought in a style that was very suited to fighting someone like her after all.

It was some time later that Jemma returned to the main room to find Beth talking to Suki and Yuki. ‘They have something to tell you babe’ she told her girlfriend after kissing her.

‘Oh really? What’s that?’ Jemma asked with interest.

‘Well, you are the first western woman to win a Japanese catfight here at the Yammamoto Dojo since it opened!’ Suki told her.

‘You understood the style and fought with great honour!’ Yuki gushed, adding to the compliments.

Jemma just shrugged and laughed ‘I guess I was just having fun in there. It’s such an exciting style of fighting isn’t it!’

All three women nodded in agreement with her, two knowing for sure they’d face Jemma in the ring at some time in the future, maybe even under the same rules. But for now, an afternoon of sightseeing would be followed by an evening of partying, before Jemma and Beth would embark on the very last leg of their tour, and a visit to New York for Beth to fight against the formidably sexy Lexi.