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Bindi’s Lesson

By Wolfboy

Bindi meet Lexi….and finds that the style of the American presents her problems

‘Bindi, listen...I know we don’t always see eye to eye….but we’ve got an American friend who is coming over here soon, and she loves to catfight in just your style. She’s not had that many fights, but we just think you and her are made for each other really. Do you want me to set it up?’ Beth asked the Indian catfighter in a surprise late night phone call. She was baiting Bindi in carefully, wanting her to accept the match with Lexi, though nothing she’d told her so far was untrue.

‘Only had a few matches you say blondie?’ Bindi asked, her mind already racing ahead to what she might do with such an inexperienced woman. She smiled to herself. ‘ Well...if you’re sure she’s up to the task of taking on a fine Indian wrestler like me, set it up. I’ll take great pleasure in fucking one of your friends in front of you both!’ Bindi smirked.

‘So I’ll tell her you’re up for it then!’ Beth allowed, not rising to the bait from Bindi. It was she who was laying the trap after all she felt. She’d weighed the abilities of the two, and fancied that Lexi would be able to take advantage of Bindi's over confidence in a match. Of course, there was always the unknown in any fight, but Beth was as sure as she could be that would be the outcome.

‘Yes, yes, I’ll fight her’ Bindi said, a little impatiently. Her mind was already on the thoughts of her victory fuck at the end of the match. She’d never had an American on the end of her strap-on before now she realised. ‘Tell her I have one stipulation. If I beat her she gets fucked. She can do the same to me if she somehow manages to fluke a win against me. Other than that, I’ll fight to her rules’ Bindi told Beth.

‘Well that’s great, I’ll let her know that. I’m sure she’ll agree to what you suggested’ Beth said, cutting the call off. She already knew that Lexi would accept of course; the Irish American woman had already told her as much. Still she would phone her, just to make sure the agreement was OK. Of course it was; Lexi just wanted to get her hands on the woman she’d taken to calling the ‘Indian Princess’ based on Jemma and Beth’s descriptions of her. Whatever the rules, she was confident in her ability to deal with her.

Two weeks had flown by from that initial phone call, the match had been agreed, with only a slight stumbling block presented by Bindi insisting on a ring in a neutral venue. A quick check in with Emma had resolved that though; she recalled the private ring room where she and Suki Yammamoto had held their match a while back, and knew that it was local enough to suit everyone. Lexi and Sean along with Beth and Jemma had arrived first at the venue, followed a few minutes later by Karen who would referee. Bindi arrived a few minutes later with Gita in tow as well as a new friend, Yasmin, a student from Turkey who she had got on well with and had invited to watch her fight. There was a confidence and a bluster about the group as they arrived in the ring room, a confidence that was backed up with some ability by Bindi, and Yasmin certainly had that look of knowing she could handle herself too. Beth looked straight at Gita though and felt the confidence melt away from her, her eyes downcast as she recalled her humiliating defeat at the hands of the blonde. Beth almost felt sorry for her…

Preparations for the fight were quick enough in the two changing areas that were little more than screens in the main room, there to protect the modesty of the two fighters. It seemed rather pointless given that both would likely find themselves exposed anyway during the match, but it was typically the way of things. Lexi sent Sean out from behind her screen to go and fetch Beth now.

‘What’s up Lexi?’ Beth smiled as she poked her head around the screen.

‘I want you in my corner today blondie’ the Irish American woman smiled in return. ‘I mean, I’m going to be making her my bitch. But you know her, so just in case I need any guidance on what she’s up to’ Lexi explained.

‘OK, well I’ve got your back’ Beth confirmed, and went on ‘the main thing you need to know with her is that she can be a cheating bitch if things aren’t really going her way’ Beth told Lexi.

‘I kind of expected that given how you’ve talked about her’ she agreed. ‘Well, I’m a big girl too, and I can take it if she wants to go that way.’

‘Oh, I know that’ Beth agreed, ‘just don’t want her surprising you’ she said, taking in Lexi’s look for the fight in more detail now. The first thing that she noticed was that Lexi had put her hair into two pigtails, a cute look, but one sure to disarm Bindi a little. A silver and white Victoria’s Secret bra and panty set was designed to look simple and cute too, while she buttoned a red and black plaid skirt at her waist now. The net effect was to look just like she was a cute young woman, here for fun rather than to fight seriously perhaps. ‘You look amazing by the way Lexi. She isn’t going to see it coming at all’ Beth confirmed, knowing she’d be all business when the action started.

‘That’s the plan’ Lexi confirmed with a smile before Bindi’s voice was heard clearly as she climbed into the ring. ‘Get your bitch out here blondie! Let me fuck her!’ the Indian fighter exclaimed.

‘Such a bitch’ Beth whispered to Lexi.

‘Time to show the princess what a queen can do’ Lexi whispered in return, a real twinkle in her eye at the prospect of putting Bindi in her place. It was she who led Beth out of the screened off area, her cute look doing absolutely nothing to dent the overwhelming confidence writ on Bindi’s face. The Indian fighter wore her trademark wrestling panties, yellow with green piping and white tassels on each hip, cut just right to show her butt off. Her firm C cup breasts, unusually for Bindi, were covered in a matching yellow sports bra, trimmed also in green, but without any tassels. Her long brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she stood, hands on hips, smiling as she saw Lexi climb up into the ring.

‘Ladies’ Karen spoke, keen to get things underway it seemed. ‘You’re here for a combined cat and sexfight set for the best of three submissions. There is a maximum time limit of one hour, and there will be a two minute break after a submission. Either woman may fuck the other if they win the fight, and use the remainder of the one hour limit if they wish. There should be no punching or kicking to the head, and strikes elsewhere are encouraged to be slaps, but punching is legal’ Karen said, wondering herself just how long that suggestion might hold for. ‘The winner will keep the losers outfit at the end of the match’ she said, rounding out the match stipulations. ‘Now on my left in silver and white is Lexi from New York City. Lexi is 33 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 130lbs, 34B-24-35 and has a record of 6 wins without defeat’ Bindi’s face dropped into a scowl for a moment at the mention of that unbeaten record, but then she realised it was true that Lexi only had a handful of matches behind her, and the confident demeanour returned quickly. ‘Her opponent on my right in yellow and green ,from the UK is Bindi. Bindi is 21 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 138lbs, measures 34C-26-35 and has a catfight record of 6 wins and 2 losses.’ On the outside of the ring, Jemma smiled, knowing that it was she who was responsible for those two losses so far. Instructions were over, Karen instructed them to fight, and the jousting with verbal barbs opened the contest.

‘33 years old and you dress like a child with fucking pigtails’ Bindi scoffed. ‘I’ll make a woman of you when I fuck you!’

‘Trust me princess’ Lexi smiled sweetly, ‘I’m more woman than you can handle!’

‘Oh I doubt that, you see…’ Bindi started out, about to explain in great detail why she was better than Lexi. A slap to her cheek cut her off and before she knew what had hit her, she was up and over Lexi’s hip and trapped on the mat in a side headlock as Lexi rode her body on top of the Indian. She cranked the headlock now, working hard to punish Bindi for her over confidence straight away. The Indian girl cursed herself for falling straight into a trap, controlled by Lexi on the mat, but she was already scanning for her way out. Lexi worked the hold again though, shifting just a little so that she moved one of her pert breasts, still covered by the silver fabric of her bra, onto Bindi’s face. It was no smother, but it was planned to irk Bindi just a little and bring about a predictable struggle from the Indian fighter. Lexi rode that out though, making it clear to Bindi that she’d have to think about every aspect of this match already. That was OK; she was a champion in the making, champions overcame adversity she told herself.

She squirmed a little more beneath Lexi who teased ‘come on, I heard you were a good wrestler!’ a smile on her face as she retained control in the opening moments, just lightly goading Bindi. Bindi bridged, thinking it would roll Lexi off her, but Lexi stayed serenely in control for now, cranking her arms around Bindi’s head. ‘UUUGGHHH!’ Bindi groaned loudly, not a cry of pain, but one of frustration at how she was trapped just now. Then Bindi moved quickly, a hand beneath Lexi’s butt helping her to roll Lexi to her shoulders, and with her legs up in the air now, she presented a perfect target for a crotch grab by Bindi despite her still being trapped in the headlock. She knew a crotch grab was a sure-fire way to get out of a hold, except this time it wasn’t. Sure, Lexi gasped from the initial grab, but she didn’t seem shocked or recoil from it. Instead she just kicked her legs as she cooed ‘ Hmmmm, that’s nice, but I thought you were a champion wrestler? Is that wrestling?’ and she rolled herself back down into that controlling position with the side headlock.

‘UUUGGHHH!’ Bindi growled, already in a degree of frustration at finding herself controlled so far with Lexi’s pert breast just resting lightly on her face. It was far from being a smother, certainly not an effective one, but it was still a source of irritation to Bindi who flicked at it with her tongue momentarily, to little effect as Lexi just ignored it before bringing Bindi to her feet in the hold. Straight away she rolled the Indian fighter across her hip and to the mat, releasing the headlock to let her fall harder to the canvas. As Bindi landed, Lexi was into the ropes, gathering momentum for a snappy elbow drop into Bindi’s firm C cup breasts. Bindi groaned but Lexi stood back, gesturing for her to get up, evidently confident in how things were going. The Indian was fuming at this show of confidence from Lexi and rushed to her feet, before bullying Lexi back to the ropes so that she could fire her off into the opposite ropes. She swung a clothesline at the onrushing New Yorker, and missed high as Lexi effected a slide along the ring canvas, snatching Bindi’s ankle as she did to to tip the Indian wrestler face first to the canvas. As Lexi crossed Bindi’s legs in a figure four and pressed them against her butt, Bindi’s fists pounded the canvas in pure frustration. That wasn’t helped at all as Lexi just eased her wrestling panties down a little so that her smack of her ass would connect with butt cheek only, then pulled them back up before springing forward to take the headlock once more.

As Lexi worked that hold tightly again, Bindi groaned and on the outside Yasmin called out ‘ come on Bindi, don’t let her do this to you!’ The frustration was real for Bindi, as she was controlled by the Irish American woman with the headlock. Bindi might have described herself as a wrestler, but in truth, she was all fighter, and under pressure, she quickly resorted to type, grabbing Lexi’s hair, pigtails and all, to wrench her head back painfully, hoping it would force the New Yorker to bring her to her feet. Indeed it did. This time Lexi leading the Indian wrestler to the ropes and leaning into her there as the hair pull continued. ‘Is that all you do princess?’ Lexi mocked now. ‘Pull hair and fight like a little bitch? Is that it princess?’ she continued, not spotting that Bindi had a plan. With Lexi’s head turned by the firm hair pulling of the Indian, Bindi balled up her fist on the blind-side and swung, slamming it into Lexi’s stomach, just as Lexi’s taunting was about to continue. ‘Come on, fight me off….UUUNNGHHHH!’ she groaned as the punch took the wind out of her sails for a moment. Blows to the body may have been encouraged to be slaps, but a punch certainly wasn’t illegal either, and Lexi gasped for air as Bindi looked smug to have struck in such a way to shock her opponent.

‘Not so bloody cocky now are you bitch?’ Bindi fired tartly at Lexi, still with a hand In her hair as she led her off the ropes by it. A hand between Lexi’s legs allowed Bindi to lift and body slam her, and for the first time in the match, as Gita and Yasmin cheered her on, she held the upper hand. Her hand went confidently for Lexi’s hair, pulling her up before introducing her face first to the top turnbuckle in her own corner. As the action unfolded right above her, Beth noticed that Lexi had got her hands up to absorb the impact though, and the Irish American even had the presence of mind to wink at her as Bindi moved in with the growing assuredness of a woman who had weathered a storm and had things in order now. She grabbed hair and went with a knee lift that she hoped to bring Lexi’s breasts down to with her grip of the hair. Sure enough, the knee landed, but it’s force was arrested by Lexi who was alert enough to trap Bindi’s knee folded against her body. Suddenly Bindi’s world was turned upside down again, as was her body, with Lexi sweeping her leg out so that she dropped to the mat on her back.

Her hand had still been in Lexi’s hair meaning that the whole thing hadn’t been pain free for the Irish American either, but the sharp pain she felt in her scalp for a moment spurred her on. Bindi was spread and subjected to a knee drop to the crotch from Lexi, bringing a howl of pain and indignation from her lips. ‘Bindi! Don’t let her bitch you like that!’ Yasmin cried out in support as Lexi sprang forward to land an elbow across Bindi’s breasts before she took the headlock again, arm tight around Bindi’s neck. She looked down into Bindi’s eyes at the look of sheer frustration and pain that mixed there. ‘Awwww…..poor princess Bindi’ she laughed, leaning down to kiss the Indian woman condescendingly on the forehead. Predictably that brought forth a flurry of activity from Bindi, largely in the form of squirming and kicking ineffectively as she found Lexi’s wide base making her tough to move. ‘You bitch!’ Bindi moaned, ‘get off me!’ she protested loudly.

‘Ooohhh, poor baby’ Lexi chuckled and cranked the headlock to bring Bindi’s face a little more into her breast now. It seemed that Lexi’s big plane was to totally dominate Bindi with clean wrestling if she could in this first fall to expose any fragilities in in the Indian’s confidence. And it seemed to be working too as Bindi’s fists beat at the mat for a moment before she was hastily brought to her feet, still in the headlock. Lexi realised that though now, but only so that she could lift and slam the Indian woman hard at the centre of the ring. It was an authoritative move as Gita looked on aghast at this treatment Bindi was suffering at the hands of this innocent looking American woman. A leg drop followed, right across Bindi’s firm C cups that were still covered by her bright yellow sports bra. She moaned as her body jerked from the mat momentarily on that impact, and Lexi smiled again, knowing that she was starting to soften up those breasts that Jemma and Beth had told her the Indian was so proud of.

Now Lexi peeled her off the mat again, using the hair as she pulled out the hair tie Bindi’s ponytail was secured with, and the fall entered it’s final phase. Lexi led Bindi to the corner, introduced her to the turnbuckle face first, then spun her to whip a chop across her breasts. Lexi groaned then though as Bindi retaliated with a straight knee to the belly, followed by a hasty Irish whip to send the Irish American to the opposite corner. Bindi followed in as Lexi hit, jumping up to land on her thighs before falling back, gripping her head to attempt a monkey flip. Unfortunately for Bindi, Lexi’s instincts served her well as she gripped the ropes tightly and shook the attempt off, leaving Bindi to crash to the mat in front of her. Bindi would soon learn the penalty for such an error as Lexi delivered a knee drop to her pussy once again, the howl from the Indian leaving little doubt as to the pain it had set burning between her legs. Lexi grabbed Bindi’s now loose brown hair and pulled her up to condescendingly slap her face, then she waist locked her and delivered the pussy pounding atomic drop. Bindi’s face registered the pain, but her lips were unable to voice it for a moment as she stayed frozen in place.

Once more now, Lexi took the headlock on her thoroughly discombobulated opponent, dragged her to centre ring with it, and flipped her up and over her hip to a heavy landing. There was no flourish from Lexi now; she fancied Bindi to be ripe for the picking in this fall now and she simply sat down on her face in a reverse face sit. Bindi’s feet drummed weakly at the mat as Lexi looked down on her and just eased the bottom of that yellow sports bra up a little so that Bindi’s stiff nipples were just exposed. ‘Mmmmm…..those are nice’ Lexi cooed as she shook her hips to make sure that Bindi was getting the full effect of the face sit. Then she ran her hands over Bindi’s breasts for the first time, lightly and sensually to start with as Bindi’s legs started to flail aimlessly. She was just getting that little bit turned on by Lexi; then with the trap well and truly set, Lexi surprised her with a fierce double nipple twist that made Bindi shriek long and loud in pain such was it’s effect. And therein lay the problem; Bindi’s shriek was muffled by the tight face sit, her ability to refill her lungs was diminished by the same tight face sit. She was running on empty suddenly Bindi came to realise, her longs no longer thrashing at the mat. Now it was her hand thrashing at the mat, to submit. Lexi smiled, Karen told her to break, and she did, actually taking the time to pull Bindi’s bra down to cover her breasts again. ‘Put them away, Princess…..such a slut’ she tutted, patting Bindi’s face before she walked slowly in the direction of her corner, and Beth.

A fury rose in Bindi as Lexi smirked and strutted with confidence back to her corner for the break. She got to her feet, shouting ‘you cheating bitch, I’ll fucking…..’ before Gita intercepted her attempt to go after Lexi and steered her back towards her own corner with a degree of force rarely seen in her.

‘You’ll fucking what?’ Lexi called across the ring, a broad smile on her face as she knew she was just winding Bindi up all the more. The Indian wrestler seethed as Gita almost forced her on to the stool in her corner, looking across at Lexi, a look of total indignation on her face. ‘How could this bitch be treating her like this?’ she thought to herself.

‘Great job’ Beth told Lexi as Gita had her work cut out for her just to calm Bindi in the opposite corner of the ring. ‘She’s fuming now, she’ll make mistakes’ she predicted confidently. ‘She’s going to get very bitchy or try to make it sexual’ she also told Lexi, who smiled at the information she was getting.

‘You really are quite good at this’ she told Beth. ‘I expect her to go down the sexual route, and if she does, I’m going to make her my bitch’ Lexi stated confidently as she turned to lean on the turnbuckle so that she could look at Bindi. ‘God I’m going to have fun with her now’ she whispered to Beth , then she blew a kiss across the ring at Bindi which only went to increase the anger already burning in her. Lexi smiled to herself and played a hand over her own breasts, pausing a moment as if to play with her nipple, her eyes never leaving those of the indignant Indian opposite her. ‘This is going to be fun’ she told Beth as Karen instructed ‘FIGHT!’ and round two was underway.

‘You’re a cheating little bitch’ Bindi began straight away. ‘You’re going to get it now. I’ll fuck you senseless!’ she told Lexi.

‘Sounds awesome Princess’ Lexi smiled sweetly. ‘Can’t wait….’ she said as she started to circle with the Indian now, knowing for sure that her manner only served to irritate Bindi further.

‘You bitch!’ Bindi shot back, anger flaring in her eyes.

‘Yes, yes….we’ve already established that I’m a bitch. Anything else to add sugar-tits?’ she enquired lightly. That was enough, Bindi was no longer simmering, she was at boiling point!

She rushed Lexi to light the blue touchpaper on the second round of action, which would prove to be a furious period of fighting to start with. Lexi took a slap to the face as Bindi came in hot, before the two tangled along the ropes, hands in the other’s hair, Lexi having more hair to grab at with Bindi’s hair loose. The Indian wrestler was using Lexi’s pigtails almost as handles though to test Lexi in the opening moments as she ragged her head around. Lexi slipped a hand out of Bindi’s hair for a moment and simply groped her ass, despite the pain in her scalp. ‘What are you doing?’ Bindi whined, unsure of the approach Lexi was taking just yet. She decided attack to be the best course though this uncertainty for now, and slapped Lexi’s face, lightly enough but still a surprise to her as it seemed to Bindi she was starting to get the upper hand in the exchange. She forced Lexi back into her own corner, above where Beth was watching on from, and looked down at the blonde, telling her ‘I’m going to start working this bitch over now. Just like I do with you, you little geeky slut!’ Then it was the Indian wrestler who acted with surprise as Lexi used the hand in her hair to steer Bindi straight into a very forceful lip lock there in the corner. Bindi was practically marching on the spot as Lexi threatened to overwhelm her senses there for a moment in the corner. Lexi’s hand squeezed her butt again, the intent clearly now sensual as her fingers just started to play around the leg holes of Bindi’s wrestling panties, threatening her with their potential invasiveness. Suddenly the huntress had become the hunted and Bindi was the one that was trying to break free. Lexi held her firmly a moment longer, feeling Bindi struggling against her. Then she released her, but not before she’d had chance to cunningly snake her foot behind Bindi’s leg, so that the Indian wrestler’s recoil saw her sprawl to the mat untidily.

Lexi looked down on her now, enjoying the surprised look on the Indian girl’s face and smiled ‘I thought you wanted to sex wrestle Princess?’

Bindi was sullen, a fire smouldering behind her deep hazel eyes, as she looked up at Lexi. She couldn’t let this American bitch continue to treat her this way, not in front of Gita and Yasmin. She rolled away as all the time Lexi simply reclined against the turnbuckles, a faintly amused look on her face as she watched Bindi carefully. She knew full well that the next course of action for Bindi would surely be brawling, even if it was against the spirit of the rules. When things weren’t going her way, she sensed Bindi wasn’t always such a stickler for rules. Well she was prepared for that, coming slowly out of the corner to circle lazily with Bindi at close enough range to keep touching her with gentle slaps to the body. Lexi knew at this point any kind of contact from her was simply going to irritate Bindi into another mistake soon enough.

Bindi’s hands slowly turned into fists as the circling and light slapping continued to get to her now and Lexi told her ‘ fists Princess? And I thought you were a wrestler?’. Bindi’s face flushed with embarrassment at just how she was being spoken to by the American, but then she had a moment of clarity. Her hands went open again, and she smiled ‘you’re right. Let me start again, we should wrestle’ and extended her right hand to offer Lexi a sporting handshake. For once, it was the Irish American taken aback by this sudden and apparently sporting, show from Bindi. Before Beth had chance to voice her warning, Lexi had extended her right hand to accept the handshake, and in a flash, Bindi had her pulled right on to a hard knee to the body. ‘OOOFFF!’ Lexi groaned, doubled over just a little before Bindi jumped to send a forearm smash across her upper back, dropping her to her knees. Bindi had her opening, securing a side headlock on Lexi and manoeuvring so that her body was in Karen’s line of vision, she sent a hard blow up into Lexi’s face, letting her fall in something of a daze to the mat.

Generously, it might have been a hard flat handed blow, though Lexi would swear it had been a punch later on, delivered on the blind-side of the referee, and for the first time in the fight, Bindi really did hold the upper hand. Lexi was face down on the mat, clutching her face and moaning a little as the Indian straddled her back, and quickly used the hair to wrench Lexi’s chest and head well clear of the mat. Now she cupped Lexi’s chin, a painful torquing chin-lock as she released the hair and with Lexi’s face just presented to her, Bindi dipped her own head down to liplock the surprised American. Surprised but not flustered, even as Bindi began to play with her breast through her silver and white bra. No, Lexi was not a woman to be flustered or overwhelmed whatever the situation in the ring was, it seemed. She kissed back, every bit as forcefully as Bindi kissed her, despite the apparently troublesome position she was in. Again, Bindi’s eyes betrayed her concerns. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this! She was the one feeling a little flustered as she continued with the lip lock for now, while Lexi supported her weight with one hand and stated to reach up and stroke Bindi’s hair and the side of her face. Bindi gasped audibly, as she started to lose control of another situation she’d looked to be in total control of, absent mindedly forgetting her tit work as Lexi’s tongue started to win it’s duel with hers. She was thrown, figuratively at first, and then literally as Lexi grabbed her hair firmly, and pulled, making Bindi sprawl off her to the mat.

Lexi was up quickly, lip looking just a tiny bit swollen where Bindi had struck earlier, and she grabbed Bindi’s legs, spreading them as the Indian girl still lay on her back, a little confused at how things were going here. She was the one in trouble too as Lexi’s bare foot hovered menacingly above her crotch while the American brunette pushed her legs that bit wider apart. Bindi’s hands reached forward to defend only to have them kicked away by Lexi who then went a different route to what Bindi had expected. Pain came, but in the form of the increased range of leg spread enforced by Lexi, putting the strain on Bindi’s inner thighs. At the same time, pleasure came too as Lexi used her toes to expertly explore Bindi’s womanhood through the scant covering of her wrestling panties. ‘Mmmmm…..you bitch…..mmmnnngghhh’ the Indian moaned, feeling Lexi starting to get to her once more. Then she screeched as the Irish American stretched that leg spread a little further, increasing that pain while all the time starting to edge Bindi towards an unwelcome orgasm. ‘AIIIEEEE!’ the Indian wrestler moaned, loudly, squirming against the impressive work of Lexi’s foot. It wasn’t Lexi’s plan to bring Bindi to a climax so quickly though as she asked ‘are you OK down there Princess?’ to further enrage Bindi. As she predictably shot back ‘FUCK OFF!’, Lexi dropped her legs and delivered an elbow drop, aimed for, and landed squarely across Bindi’s impressive C cups.

As Bindi’s body absorbed that impact, Lexi took up a cross pin, lying high across her, so that her side was just easing Bindi’s head back as she eased her sports bra up to expose her breasts again. Just as was often the way with Lexi, she’d effortlessly applied the cross pin well, one hand pinning Bindi’s left hand through her chestnut brown hair, the other scissored tightly between lightly tanned thighs that contained plenty of power. That meant of course, Lexi had a hand free to go exploring, and that was just exactly what she did, hands playing sensually across the undersides of Bindi’s breasts. ‘Look at you’ Lexi told her quietly, as she worked across the sensitive flesh, ‘a little slut with her tits all out on show’, and then she delivered an admonishing slap to the breasts, just to make her point. A light drag of the nails followed, tracing a path towards the left nipple as Bindi kicked and bucked, trying to dislodge Lexi to no avail as the Irish American held station with some ease. Then she grabbed and tweaked the nipple expertly, rolling it between her fingers to cause Bindi to shriek in pain once more as she reacted almost as if she’d received an electric shock. ‘Ooohhh...lets put those away for a little while shall we then Princess?’ Lexi teased, easing Bindi’s bra back into place before delivering a cheeky pat to both breasts and continuing her exploration south down Bindi’s body.

‘You bitch, get off of me!’ Bindi whined helplessly now, feeling the full brunt of the American’s attentions.

‘Come on Bindi, fight the bitch off!’ Yasmin shouted from the outside too, encouraging, almost imploring Bindi to fight.

‘What have we here?’ Lexi remarked in delight as her fingers were suddenly inside the waistband of the Indian’s wrestling panties, finding Bindi’s magnificent bush. Her fingers explored that at leisure for a moment, enjoying the airy whine it brought from Bindi’s lips; all the time her hand inside the panties, slowly easing them down until Bindi, despite technically still wearing them, was pretty well exposed. ‘AIIIEEEEEE…..MMMMFFFF’ she groaned, frustration and pleasure mixed in almost equal measure; she wasn’t in pain at all, but Lexi’s wrestling skills held her totally trapped in this well applied cross pin. A sharp tug on that bush, suddenly registered sharply with the senses of Bindi who howled in indignation at her treatment. Lexi simply turned, not releasing her grasp on the bush, and told her ‘hush!’ as she silenced her with a forceful liplock now. Bindi writhed and squirmed, kicked her legs and then Lexi’s fingers were inside her, just slowly starting to finger fuck her.

In one corner of the ring, Gita’s face was simply incredulous at the way her friend was being treated by Lexi. Incredulous, but also there was a hint of mischief in her eyes too’ at least when Bindi when was berating her for poor efforts in fights, she’d be able to recall this moment. After all, this American was treating Bindi as little more than a fuck toy now, and Bindi was powerless, it seemed, to resist her. Across the ring, more clearly amused, but equally a little incredulous was Beth. She’s had great confidence in Lexi beating Bindi at her own game, but now it was unfolding in front of her, it was quite frankly, a glorious sight to her eyes.

‘You should get ready to cum for your queen…..princess’ Lexi told Bindi as she continued to control the writhing Indian without any apparent problem in the cross pin. ‘Get off of me!’ Bindi wailed indignantly, finding frustration growing in her, but it wasn’t the only thing growing in her. ‘Ooooohhhhh…..Aiiieeeee!’ she moaned airily then as Lexi’s fingers found their mark and continued to work away on the Indian fighter. ‘That’s right bitch’ Lexi mocked now, ‘cum for Lexi….’, the instruction was clear. Bindi’s hand, uselessly scissored between Lexi’s thighs started to paw at the American’s ass, having no effect on her at all as she steadfastly ignored it, all the time knowing that Bindi was increasingly powerless to prevent the inevitable orgasm that was rushing on to her.

‘You can’t…….ooohhhhh fuck…..you can’t do this…..ooooohhhhh…..to…..me!’ Bindi managed to blurt out now, in between the throes of passion that broke through her body.

‘Do what? Lexi cooed sweetly, just shifting her knee to dig it into Bindi’s side while she idly finger fucked the Indian wrestler towards a shattering orgasm. ‘I can do what I want to you princess’ she told Bindi, forcefully now, turning her head to kiss Bindi. To the dismay of the Indian girls corner, they could see that she was responding to the kiss, her lips anxious to meet Lexi’s. She was no longer the fiery and indignant fighter of moments earlier; this American woman had tamed her it appeared.

‘Fight the bitch off!’ Yasmin cried out, exasperated at the way Bindi was now subservient to Lexi it appeared.

‘Shush…..she’s having fun now’ Lexi chided Yasmin, her fingers now forcing the orgasm quickly from Bindi, who shuddered as it ran through her body. There was the tell tale darkening of the yellow fabric of her wrestling panties accompanied by a triumphant, almost guttural shriek of pleasure. No denying then that Bindi had orgasmed right there on the mats at the hands of Lexi. Beth smiled, Jemma almost chuckled at the sight of her great rival reduced like this, while Yasmin and Gita glowered at what unfolded now.

Lexi kissed Bindi again, allowing the Indian to respond to her but then broke off as she popped Bindi’s breasts out over the top of her bra this time. The Indian was anxious to find and enjoy more of Lexi’s liplock, searched for it and was surprised to find herself rebuked with a sharp slap to the face. Her eyes blinked in surprise at that as she realised Lexi was back to fighting as she found herself forced up to her feet, somewhat unsteadily, by her hair. She was exposed and weakened by the orgasm as she was Irish Whipped hard into the corner where Gita and Yasmin sat. ‘UUNNNGHHH!’ she moaned again as Lexi caught her there with a thigh across the midsection. Bindi was winded, holding on to the top ropes, her breasts framed above the underwire of her sports bra as the perfect target. Lexi smiled at Yasmin and Gita, then raised her hands and delivered a thunderous double downward slap to the top of both breasts simultaneously. The blow, hammering them down into the unforgiving underwire of the bra drew and anguished shriek from Bindi who dropped to her knees clutching her breasts in pain. Lexi wasted no time now. She knew Bindi was at the very brink of defeat, pushed there by the clever combinations of pleasure and pain, sensuality and force, that Lexi had unleashed on her so wisely.

Grabbing the hair, she led Bindi from her own corner, slowly towards centre ring and in to a sex shattering atomic drop that saw Bindi’s face turned to a mask of pain. The Indian was frozen on the spot as Lexi grabbed her bra and pulled it up over her head, roughly, making sure those firm breasts felt it every inch of the way. ‘That’s so much better without this ugly looking bra in the way isn’t it?’ she asked before grabbing both nipples in a double twist with Bindi’s howls of pain very much suggesting she felt it to be anything but ‘better’. Still reeling from that, Bindi had no answer as Lexi got behind her, waist-locked her and lifted her, before simply releasing her, dropping her so that she simply landed butt first on the mat. It was the ultimate keister bounce, causing Bindi to groan loudly in pain as she felt the shock-wave of pain through her body. Lexi smiled, dropping behind Bindi to wrap her thighs around her in a loose scissor hold, just controlling her rather than trying to squeeze her to submission.

‘Night night princess’ she whispered quietly in Bindi’s ear then, as from behind she just took a sleeper hold, immediately tight, forcing Bindi’s eyes wide with surprise. At the same time, Lexi tightened the scissors too, pulling her heels back into the Indian girl’s still throbbing womanhood to make sure that she was feeling that. Bindi pulled at Lexi’s arms, weakly, inconclusively; she was trapped and fading as she rasped ‘get off me!’

‘Now now princess’ Lexi laughed, ‘those aren’t the words that you’re looking for now are they?’ she questioned.

‘Get off…...Ooowwww’ Bindi started, before breaking into a whine of pure anguish as she realised things were definitely not going to turn out her way here. ‘Owwww…..please…..’ she said, her voice tailing off a little.

‘Please…...I…..I submit!’ she said quietly now.

‘Ooohhh! Well why didn’t you say so!’ Lexi smirked, breaking her holds straight away, but rolling Bindi to her belly so that she could grab her wrestling panties and pull them off her. The implication was clear; those were going home with Lexi. Bindi stayed face down on the mat for a moment, seeming to sob with the anguish of the humiliating nature of her defeat, while Lexi returned to the congratulations of Beth, Jemma and Sean in their corner. Slowly, Bindi rose, helped by the assistance of Gita primarily as Yasmin looked across the ring, still glowering with an indignant fury.

And then, there it was….the arrogance of Bindi in full flow. ‘YOU CHEATED!’ she called across the ring. ‘YOU TRICKED ME AND YOU CHEATED!’ she continued as Gita rolled her eyes a little next to her.

‘How’s that then princess?’ Lexi asked sweetly.

‘That bitch’ Bindi said, pointing at Beth, ‘told me that you’d only had a few matches. That’s not true!’ she said, convinced it couldn’t be the case.

‘Yes it is princess’ Lexi smiled. ‘Now maybe you can’t handle that you lost to little old me….but you lost fair and square, just think yourself lucky I don’t want to fuck you in front of everyone!’ she told Bindi. 'You're simply not worth my time.....now if you'd put up a better fight I might have been bothered to do it' Lexi told her, her words designed to diminish Bindi's confidence further while pushing her into a response.

‘I want a rematch!’ Bindi demanded now. ‘I’ll make you cry in the rematch!’ she stated, full of belligerence.

‘Sure princess’ Lexi agreed readily. ‘But next time you come to me, and how about we live stream the whole thing on the internet for everyone to enjoy?’ she asked, baiting a hook that she knew Bindi couldn’t ignore.

‘YES! I accept and the world will watch you cry while the better woman destroys you!’ Bindi agreed.

‘Sure princess...I can’t wait. I’ll bring a packet of tissues just in case’ Lexi laughed. ‘Until then though, your ugly ass outfit is going on my trophy wall. And you know….maybe next time try to dress like a lady instead of an annoying little brat!’ she told Bindi with a little edge to her voice as she set everyone there thinking about the rematch almost as soon as the first match was done.

‘Beth will be in touch once we have a date for you princess’ she finished, leaving the ring, and leaving Bindi there, still staring open mouthed at the space where Lexi had been, convinced she’d never been treated quite so rudely in her life!