Enter The Dungeon
By Wolfboy
Betty wants her revenge on Sophie, but she has to meet the rock chick on her own turf again
The defeat she’d suffered to the rock chick Sophie, the lead singer of her favourite band Catnip, on her tour bus had played more than a little on the mind of Betty in the days and weeks that followed. She’d underestimated the jet-haired singer and her ability to fight; more so perhaps, she’d overlooked her ability to fight dirty as much as her will to fight. The offered rematch in Sophie’s dungeon wrestling room had appealed to Betty, though two weeks had become two months due to commitments on Sophie’s part before it could happen. No matter, it provided Betty with the time to prepare herself a little more thoroughly, and consider just how she would need to counter her opponent’s style. This time, she’d resolved, she would be ready for everything Sophie would have to throw at her, and she was pretty sure Sophie had plenty of ideas for things to throw at her having experienced her style before.
The key factor in the rematch perhaps though would be the wrestling dungeon. Betty knew from the first fight on the tour bus that Sophie was every bit as kinky as she was tough. The layout of that room and exactly what it contained was the key unknown of the fight for Betty; she was under no illusions as she arrived at Sophie’s house, brought there by the same female driver that had taken her home after the tour bus fight, that Sophie would have absolutely no qualms about using everything at her disposal to her advantage.
‘Betty….so glad you came’ Sophie told her as she met her at the door, kissing the blonde on the cheek and giving her a little squeeze around the waist.
‘I wouldn’t miss this for the world’ Betty smiled back, returning the kiss on Sophie’s lips with a little more force as she squeezed her waist also.
‘Mmmmm….frisky and confident’ Sophie smirked. ‘I’ll enjoy knocking that out of you again today blondie’ she told Betty, her voice laden with confidence.
‘Well I know what you’re all about this time’ Betty told the jet haired singer as she looked her up and down. Straight jet black hair, dark markup and finger nails that looked sharp and dangerous on show. She wore a leather mini skirt with the same black high heeled thigh boots from before. A simple white crop top completed her look, as Betty told her ‘I remember what you said last time Sophie. You like to kick the shit out of girls, then fuck their brains out….you surprised me with it then, but not now’.
‘Good...I like a challenge Betty’ Sophie replied evenly, taking in Betty’s look now too. The blonde matched her for height wearing her own pair of boots, hers below the knee go-go boots with a slightly chunkier heel than Sophie’s boots. She wore the daisy dukes she had worn on the day of their previous meeting and just a black satin bra beneath a partially unzipped hoodie. Her blonde hair was long and very lightly curled, her make up and nails in much lighter colours providing a contrast to Sophie’s look. Her sharp nails were every bit as dangerous as those of Sophie’s though as the jet-haired rock chick told her ‘but make no mistake Betty. I will fuck you again when I beat you tonight!’
‘We’ll see’ Sophie smiled evenly. ‘Maybe tonight it will be you getting beaten up and fucked Sophie’ she suggested.
‘If you’re good enough’ Sophie allowed, ‘then yes, you can fuck me all night long bitch! Now, instead of us standing here exchanging small talk, would you rather just fight?’ she asked. It wasn’t really a question at all as she turned and led the way to a set of stairs that led down to the basement and her fight dungeon.
‘I thought you’d never ask’ Betty replied, following her, watching the jet-haired woman’s seductively swaying ass as she went, just as she had when they fought on the tour bus. ‘Mustn’t get distracted’ Betty had told herself this time, knowing that she liked this woman in more ways than she wanted to admit, ‘fight her just like she’s anyone else’ she had convinced herself. As she followed her sown to the basement though, she still couldn’t help but have that little feeling of being star struck again by having her favourite singer all to herself.
‘Just like last time blondie’ Sophie told Betty as they arrived in the subtly lit room. ‘No rules. No time limit. Until one of us submits to the other, and then the winner fucks them for as long and as hard as she likes. Oh, and in here, everything you see is available to use’ Sophie said, indicating the two walls adorned with various toys as well as the table with restraints. ‘So help yourself to them if you get chance, because I will’ she ominously warned as Betty quickly took in the layout of the room. Each of the walls was draped in a deep red silk that hid the padding beneath it. Wall lights on each of the four walls appeared very slightly underpowered for the size of the room, casting pools of light and shadow on the small wrestling mats at one end of the room. At the edge of the mats there was about three feet of carpeted floor, apart from at the end of the room opposite the door where a larger area housed the table with the restraints.
Sophie had already
turned her back to Betty on her side of the room, and stripped out of her mini
skirt and crop top. The boots stayed in place, and as before she had been
completely naked beneath her outfit. Betty saw that and started to strip
herself, losing the daisy dukes and the hoodie and then the black satin bra so
that she stood there in just a black satin thong and her black go-go boots. ‘So
bitch’ Sophie said, turning to Betty, confidently displaying her naked body to
the glamorous and busty blonde. ‘Thongs or naked?’ she asked, twirling a leather
look electric blue thong from her finger. Betty answered her simply, taking off
her own black thong to stand naked but for her boots as well. ‘I thought so’
Sophie agreed, looking slightly disappointed as she noted Betty sported a neatly
waxed pussy, just as she herself did, meaning that there would be no hair
pulling south of the border for either woman to enjoy.
‘Right, put your clothes outside the door and get ready’ Sophie told Betty, moving to do the same herself. Betty waited though patiently allowing Sophie to return to her side of the room before she moved to the door, not wanting to allow the rock chick the chance to jump her given the lack of rules, as she recognised it was an environment and fight fraught with risk. Sophie watched her with a wry smile on her face that very much suggested that she might well have taken that chance had it arisen fully. Then she stepped on to the mats for the first time, motioning Betty to do the same. These were two physically well matched women, contrasting in some ways, but set up as pretty ideal opponents. Sophie may have been an inch shorter but the added height of her heels meant that she and Betty very much stood eye to eye, breast to breast, C cup meeting DD cup and threatening to get engulfed a little. There was a charge of electricity between the two women as they stood there, bodies touching for a moment in silence.
‘Cunt’ Sophie said, a smile on her face but an edge to her voice. ‘Going to enjoy fucking you again groupie!’
‘Fuck you bitch’ Betty fired back. ‘You’re the one getting it today!’
‘Cunt’
‘Bitch!’
‘Come on then’ Sophie spat, reaching for Betty’s blonde hair, and the fight was on as the two naked wildcats tried to force each other around the mats as soon as Betty had her hands wrapped up in Sophie’s jet black locks. Now each strained to push the other back in the first crucial moments of the action, grunts, groans and snarls accompanying every effort. Forehead to forehead they stood, neither moving more than a couple of feet off the centre of the mat before reasserting themselves. Neither took their eyes off each other for a split second either, searching their rival for any sign of early success or weakness. ‘Little cunt’ Sophie said, her voice low and in control as she insulted Betty once more. ‘Fuck off bitch’ Betty replied as the early battle for control continued a little while longer. The blonde took the initiative now, releasing one of her handfuls of jet black hair so that she could slap at Sophie’s body, dragging her nails to show that she would fight just as dirty as it took today.
Sophie complained as she felt the nails sear her skin but didn’t flinch from it, instead bringing the same complaints from Betty as she followed suit with a slap of her own. Now the battle for early supremacy took on another facet, each starting to hammer those heavy handed slaps into the other’s body, using their nails to mark each other as they did. The fight stayed glued to the centre of the mats though, on that small areas, not much bigger than where they had fought on the coach. A particularly good blow might push one woman back a foot or two, her head perhaps forced back by the harsh hair pulling. But then an equally solid blow would redress the balance and maybe force things back in the other’s favour. ‘Bitch’ Betty moaned as she felt Sophie’s fingers search out her sensitive DD breasts for the first time now, finger nails just dragging across her left breast to hurt her.
‘What’s the matter groupie, can’t you take it?’ Sophie taunted, and then paid for it as she shrieked ‘dirty cow!’ as she felt Betty dig into her own sensitive breasts with equal vigour and intent. Only a couple of minutes into the fight and already the tattooed rock chick and the lightly tanned blonde’s bodies both showed some battle marks. At the same time, the faces of each remained set in the stoniest of expressions, only betrayed by an occasional flare of pain in their eyes. One such flare was evident in Sophie’s eyes suddenly as Betty mauled her breast expertly and then balled her fist up to punish her there further with a short punch. The blonde felt the momentary weakness in the jet haired woman and she pressed on to the attack, forcing Sophie almost back to the wall, before she herself groaned loudly in pain at a knee strike to the belly delivered with perfect timing to stop her dead. Sophie was on the attack straight away, landing a punch straight between Betty’s DDs and then she used the hair and a grab of the arm to send the blonde face first into the padded wall.
Betty didn’t really get the chance to get her hands up to absorb any of that impact, and she was a little relieved to find the padding there to be pretty good. Still, a little stunned, she turned straight into an uppercut that brushed her breasts on its arc to her jaw and she was rocked back against the wall, in something of a daze. Sophie smiled a little sadistically before hooking a punch into Betty’s body, forcing her arms down a little again to defend her body. In turn that allowed a stinging one-two slap to rock her head side to side as she took the sharp blows, and the tattooed rock chick had control of the fight. Catfighter or not, Sophie could wrestle if she put her mind to it, as she showed now, grabbing Betty in a loose side headlock so that she could roll her over her hip and drop her to the mat. Betty knew from experience that the jet haired woman’s boots were weapons to be feared, but she didn’t use them here, preferring to wait for the blonde to half rise so she could use a handful of blonde hair to wrench her into a tight front headlock.
Betty pressed forward straight away, trying to force Sophie back to the wall, and succeeded as the element of surprise was briefly on her side. Then a knee lift hit her straight between the breasts, driving the air from her, making her legs wobble, and Sophie immediately took advantage. A hand slid between Betty’s thighs, pawing her lightly as she lifted her and delivered a harsh across the knee backbreaker to crush some more of the air from the blonde’s lungs. The jet haired fighter pushed Betty off her knee, allowing her to fall to the thin mats, and then walked off to the wall that contained some of the toys she liked to use on her opponents. The cat-o-nine tails was her weapon of choice now as she walked back on to the mats, brandishing it with a glint in her eye. Betty was just at all fours on the mat as Sophie walked past her, playing it down her back before a deft back handed flick allowed her to crack it across Betty’s ass. It drew a shriek from the blonde, perhaps almost as much from the sound it made as any pain she actually felt from it. Still she dropped to the mat and rolled to her back, hoping to avoid a second crack across the ass, which she did, but only because Sophie elected to flog her across the breasts with the cat-o-nine tails instead. This one was delivered with just a little more force, enough that its fiery tracks of pain were just about visible on Betty’s lightly tanned breasts.
‘You bitch! Fight fair!’ Betty complained, but Sophie just laughed at her.
‘Fight back cunt!’ she replied, ‘unless you like getting dominated by your favourite singer of course?’ Sophie smirked, grabbing Betty by the hair and pulling her to a seated position. It was a chance to choke the blonde, a favoured attack for Sophie, though she did it here by grabbing both ends of the cat-o-nine tails, pulling that in at Betty’s throat and making the blonde gasp. ‘Come on…..fight me or let me fuck you like the cheap whore you are!’ Sophie taunted Betty now, feeling well on top in the fight, at least for as long as it took for the blonde fighter to ram her elbow back into the pit of the rock chick’s belly.
‘What? Like that?’ Betty mocked now, before jerking her head back to deliver a back headbutt to the body as well, to knock Sophie away from her. Crucially, Sophie had also lost control of the cat-o-nine tails, dropping it to the mat and she failed to notice Betty hastily picking it up. If her brawls with Claire had taught her anything, it was to use any weapon she could get her hands on if it was allowed. As Sophie went to her hair to pull her up then, she rammed the handle into the jet haired fighter’s stomach, and as she doubled up, Betty grabbed her jet black hair to make sure she stayed that way while she rose. On her feet, Betty wasted no time in taking Sophie back off hers with a hard knee lift to flatten her breasts against her chest, and send her to her back on the mats. She rolled quickly, recognising for herself that Betty was every bit as dangerous with her boots, and the kick the blonde aimed at her body only caught her the lightest of glancing blows. The jet haired fighter was quick on her feet, but found Betty that little bit quicker as she rose into the side headlock. Betty cranked once on that hold, and then whipped a flat handed blow up into Sophie’s face. The raucous rock chick was a little subdued than as she fell back to the mat on her butt, blinking her eyes and trying to clear her head. Crucially, Betty retained control of the cat-o-nine tails, and sauntered round behind her seated opponent before cracking it across her upper back.
‘OWWWWW…...FUCKING CUNT!’ Sophie cried out, her back arching in pain as she felt the impact from the cat-o-nine tails.
‘You’re not the only one that knows how to use it bitch!’ Betty shot back confidently, wielding it for another swing that Sophie wisely took the sting out of by lunging for her and tackling her to the mats untidily. The weapon was lost for both for now, skittering out of Betty’s hand and off the mats thanks to the momentum she was tackled with. Sophie was half on top of Betty, and moved to try and get further on top of her, only to find the blonde scissoring her thigh hastily to prevent her, and she shrugged, electing to do the same thing so that the two naked brawlers were duelling almost crotch to crotch in a powerful mutual thigh scissor for supremacy. It became a catball really quickly; Sophie scratched her nails at Betty’s body, the blonde grabbed for her hair and rolled her, and Sophie immediately took her own double handful of blonde hair to keep the momentum of the cat ball going there across the mats.
With both hands wrapped in the hair for the moment, it was purely a body to body duel, with legs fighting for supremacy as each rolled the other, time after time, until it was Betty who broke the pattern. She released her right hand from Sophie’s jet black locks, and first braced it on the floor to stop the momentum of the catball. Then, as Sophie took a moment too long to react, she hammered the rock chick’s ribs with hard slaps, and nail drags, all blows designed to hurt and slow up Sophie. Indeed, Sophie moaned loudly in pain as she felt the blows, but she countered quickly, altering her grip to the back of Betty’s head and pulling her face down into her C cup breasts, as she pulled the blonde down flat on top of her. A breast smother well applied by Sophie; it didn’t stop Betty from slugging away at her body though, a little blindly now, but still effectively enough as a brief battle of wills took place. Betty knew she was hurting Sophie, who in turn knew that her smother would take a toll on the blonde, but perhaps not quickly enough for her liking. She clubbed two hard slaps around the back of Betty’s head, then used a double handful of hair to force the blonde’s face up out of her breasts. Betty took a deep breath then gasped again as Sophie quickly got one hand closed at her throat in an effective choke as she forced her to support her own weight on that hand for a moment. That was easily remedied for the blonde though as she pressed her hands down on Sophie’s breasts, digging her nails in as she found the perfect answer.
‘How do you like that, bitch?’ she asked, gasping a little still through the effective choke as Sophie shrieked in pain.
‘OWWWWW….it turns me on cunt….OWWWWW! Do it harder!!’ Sophie replied. She was trying to make light of it, but there was no doubt Betty was getting to her with the mauling. Realising it, Betty redoubled her efforts, viciously using her nails to hurt the jet haired woman, looking to maybe claim the win. Sophie had to respond, and did so, pulling Betty back down tight on top of her by the hair, trying to smother her with the breasts the blonde was so intent on hurting. Back to a battle of wills once more, Betty still trying to work the maul, but now finding her own face to be blocking her best efforts as she fought for breath. Anchored in place by a strong arm and a grip of the hair, Betty moaned as Sophie suddenly whipped a hard slap around the top of her head. Another followed, then another still, before Sophie used the distraction to hook Betty’s ankles with her feet and applied an inverted grapevine that meant the blonde’s face sunk deeper into her smothering breasts.
‘Tap for a nap, cunt’ Sophie mocked as the gravity of the situation hit Betty suddenly. She was well trapped in the hold, the smother taking a toll, and if she didn’t do something about it quickly, she’d be forced to submit and take another fucking from Sophie. Blindly her hand searched for a target, any target, to try and free herself, and she thought she had found it as she raked the eyes of the jet haired fighter. Sophie’s scream of anguish seemed to confirm it as she clutched at her face, freeing Betty from the smother. A slap to the ribs followed from the blonde as she took a deep breath, and she was free from the smother, able to climb off Sophie with ease as the rock chick furiously rubbed at her eyes. Betty, her face buried in Sophie’s breasts at the time, had missed the sly smile that played across the face of the devious rock chick though as she’d felt her fingers brush across her cheek rather than her eyes. It was a gamble from Sophie of course, as she stayed down, looking in trouble; Betty might have put her boots to good use and kicked the fight out of her. Betty was a catfighter who knew how to wrestle though; she was looking to bring Sophie back up to her feet quickly, with a handful of hair, so that she could punish her further.
Betty’s eyes registered the shock first then as, from her knees, Sophie whipped the cruellest of uppercuts into her crotch, and she was frozen to the spot in pain. That improved little for her as Sophie got to her feet, waist locked her, and immediately delivered a pussy pounding atomic drop across her outstretched leg. Betty shrieked, a thrust to the throat from Sophie dropped her to her back on the mat, and in a matter of seconds, the jet haired singer had things very much dancing to her tune while Betty moaned loudly in pain down on the thin mats. Sophie eyed her watchfully now, taking care to stay out of the blonde’s vision, letting her slowly move to all fours, waiting to strike at that point with a kick to the stomach. Just as before, the rock chick was showing that she was a ruthless bitch when she had an opponent down on the mats and in trouble. Betty rolled to her back, clutching her stomach, feet drumming at the thin mats as she groaned loudly in pain. She immediately found the heel of Sophie’s boot grinding in to her right breast now, raising her pained protests an octave or two as she felt the pain there. ‘You….bitch!’ she practically sobbed.
‘Stop fucking whining, bitch!’ Sophie told her, adding ‘or you can give up and let me fuck you. You’ll like that you fucking groupie!’
‘Noooo!’ Betty whined as Sophie grabbed her hair and brought her back to her feet, shipping a right hand from the blonde to her body, but shrugging it off before putting her back on her knees with a knee to the body. ‘Little fucking cunt!’ Sophie told her now as she felt the fiery attack of her nails as she pulled Betty back to her feet. It was no real concern though for Sophie; she got a hand roughly between Betty’s legs, making the blonde fear a crotch attack before she shrieked in surprise as she was lifted and harshly body slammed on the thin mats. It may have been the beginning of the end for the blonde fighter as the slam knocked that bit more of the fight out of her. Once more now, Sophie patiently waited to deliver a second harsh kick to the body. This time Betty’s groan of pain was more subdued, almost as if the blonde was feeling the fight fade from her, once blow at a time. Sophie knew it too, told her ‘you’re getting fucked blondie’ and then pulled her back up so that she could slash her nails across Betty’s breasts, then lift and slam her once again.
Betty was still on the mat after rolling to her belly, her lack of movement allowing Sophie to saunter off the mats to collect a whip this time, something she was quick to show expertise in using too. She made Betty shriek in anguish as she made the whip crack in the air, just inches from the blonde’s naked body. Then she trailed the tip of the long whip across Betty’s body as she moved in to grab her hair and force her to crawl towards the bench and it’s restraints just off the mat. The whip was being used purely for its psychological effect now, kept in Betty’s view, touching her body at times, always making her aware that it was there to be used. ‘Do you submit to me yet cunt?’ Sophie asked her, forcing her up to her feet near to the bench. No sooner had Betty moaned ‘noooo’ than Sophie took her hair, slammed her face first into the unforgiving leather bench, and slid a hand between Betty’s legs from behind to lift her, face down on to the bench.
‘Oh, but you will!’ Sophie smiled, supremely confident now as Betty reached for the end of the bench, trying to use the grip of it to pull herself forward off the bench. Unwittingly though, she caused herself a problem, a big one at that, as Sophie lunged for her right arm, flattening herself to the blonde’s back. Sophie had spotted Betty’s error in a flash; she’d put her hand inside the loop of the restraint. As the blonde cried out ‘hey! Oh shit!’, Sophie snagged the restraint and pulled it tight, trapping Betty in place.
‘Game over, blondie’ she smiled, grabbing the thumb of her left hand to force it behind her back so that she could trap her arm between their two bodies. Then she used the whip, not to strike at the blonde, but instead pulling the thinner end of the leather weapon across Betty’s throat to choke her. Betty shrieked, then rasped ‘get off me you crazy bitch!’ as she writhed, face down on the raised bench with Sophie straddling her back.
‘Is that a submission my little groupie fuck toy?’ she asked Betty.
‘Yes bitch!’ the blonde replied quickly, the strain clear in her voice as she held out against the harsh whip choke.
‘Well say it nicely’ Sophie admonished, ‘because like it or not, you’re mine now you little cunt. You’re my submissive lover now. You’ll address me as Mistress Sophie now, bitch!’ she told the blonde, who writhed and squirmed, not liking the demand from the jet haired rock chick.
‘SAY
IT!’ Sophie demanded, tightening the choke until the blonde could resist no
longer. ‘I submit!’ she rasped once more, feeling no easing in the hold at all.
‘Please…..Mistress Sophie….please!’ she asked now.
‘Good girl’ Sophie said, telling her ‘now you wait there’ before laughing ‘silly me….what else are you going to do!’ as she remembered Betty was tied to the bench with her right wrist trapped in the restraint. It was time for the jet haired rock chick to make good on her second promise, that she would fuck Betty in victory again.
As the blonde shook her head in dismay, unable to quite believe that she’d lost again to Sophie, the jet haired woman stepped quickly into the harness of a black strap-on, fastened it at her waist, and picked up a battery powered dildo from the many toys that lined the wall of the room. There was no ceremony from her, this was a victory fuck to underline her superiority in her mind; it would be rough, quick and dirty. She knelt on the bench behind Betty, grabbed her waist, pulled her up roughly and thrust the strap-on deep in to her from behind. Then she reached for the blonde’s hair, pulling it hard, as she started to slam her body into Betty from behind, each thrust drawing a frankly guttural moan from Betty. The blonde catfighter might have been disappointed to lost to Sophie again, but she knew from before, when the jet haired rock singer said she was going to fuck her brains out, she wasn’t far wrong!
‘OHHHHHH…..FUCK…..OOOHH!’ Betty wailed, already feeling that she was close to an orgasm, such was the expertise of her opponent with the strap on.
‘Aren’t you a lucky little groupie sub?’ Sophie said to her now, as she switched on the battery powered dildo and started to play that across Betty’s womanhood, all the while continuing to thrust the strap on deeper inside her.
‘OOOOWWWWW…..AAAIIIEEEEE…..HOLY….FUCKING SHIT! OOOOHHHHH AIIIIIEEEEEEE!!’ Betty fairly howled now, as she came there on the bench, getting roughly fucked by Sophie who continued to thrust the strap on in her, draining every last ounce of that orgasm from the blonde’s body.
‘I asked you a question….’ she said now, finally withdrawing from Betty. ‘Aren’t you a lucky little groupie sub, getting fucked twice by your favourite singer?’
‘Yes Mistress Sophie’ Betty meekly replied, although a flare in her eyes suggested she was far from accepting the situation yet.
‘Tonight’ Sophie told her, ‘we will be lovers now you are mine. Then you will remain my submissive until you fight me for your release again. You know’ she said untying Betty’s wrist, ‘I might have you fight for my enjoyment sometime. Would you like that?’ she asked the blonde as she led her forcefully towards the door of the dungeon by her hand. The implication was clear; victory fuck done, she would take Betty to bed now. And the blonde was fine with that. She was resolved to beat this sexy, tough, tattooed rock chick, and she knew that to do that, she might just need to understand what truly made her tick.
‘Yes Mistress Sophie’ she replied. ‘I will fight for you, whenever you desire….’ she agreed. But the look in Betty’s eyes suggested that this saga between them was surely far from over yet.