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I’m Ready For You

By Wolfboy

Beth calls Bindi out and the Indian fighter can barely believe her luck

Bindi may have had a successful title defence of her lightweight title against Jemma but she had come unstuck in her very next defence of the title when she took on Jackie. Bindi had been forced to submit twice to Jackie’s split legged face sit after managing to claim the first fall via an abdominal stretch combined with a nasty breast claw. It was fair to say that the Indian girl had been surprised to receive a challenge almost immediately from Beth asking for a fight.

‘YOU?’ Bindi had scoffed almost incredulously. ‘Fight me?’ she continued, her face barely able to conceal her delight at the thought. ‘You’re on blondie!’ she beamed.

‘The same rules as our first ever meeting Bindi’ Beth told her. ‘A short round, then an untimed round. But this time, absolutely anything goes’ Beth said.

‘It will be my pleasure to fuck you in front of Jemma!’ Bindi told Beth, putting her ultimate aim straight out there for the blonde to consider.

‘If you can beat me, then you’ve earned the right’ Beth told her calmly in reply. ‘But it’s going to be me fucking you Bindi, just so that you know….’ she said.

‘I can’t wait to see you try blondie’ Bindi laughed, still unable to believe her luck. She could not wait to get her hands on Beth.

‘She accepted then?’ Jemma asked her girlfriend when Beth hung the phone up on her call to Bindi.

‘Oh yes’ Beth smiled. ‘She can’t wait. Smug little bitch says she’ll fuck me in front of you when she wins’ Beth told Jemma.

‘Doesn’t surprise me, we know she’s like that. And she’s been a champion now’ Jemma smirked, mimicking Bindi’s voice on the last part.

‘Been being the operative word there’ Beth smiled. ‘She’s smarting from how Jackie beat her ass, she just might not realise that herself yet, but she will when I’m sat on her face, making her beg to let her up. Then she’ll know’ Beth resolved.

‘Well as long as you’re sure that you’re ready for her’ Jemma said.

‘I will be’ Beth smiled reassuringly. ‘Don’t worry, I know it won’t be easy, but I’m ready for Bindi and all her sneaky little tricks and snide remarks.’

There wasn’t much time to think about the match itself. No real need to work out tactics in depth as Bindi was an opponent both girls knew very well. And the fight was set for the following day anyway, allowing Beth to strike while the surprise of her challenge was still in Bindi’s mind. She knew the Indian girl would dismiss any potential threat that she posed her, especially if she went into the fight without any time to really give it any thought.

* * * * *

The day of the fight had arrived and Bindi had suggested that the fight should take place in a venue that she was starting to use for some of her matches. A private room containing a ring of sorts with ropes on three sides and a solid wall on the fourth. It wasn’t unlike the garage ring and it held no real concerns for Beth. Even better to beat Bindi on her own turf she had decided as she arrived at the facility with a small bag tucked under her arm which contained her fight attire. It was pretty minimal attire, given that she knew Bindi would always choose to fight topless against her, and she was prepared to meet that challenge head on. It was a part of the plan. She’d seen how Jackie had worked Bindi’s breasts during their title fight; Beth knew that they had to still be sore.

Pleasantries were exchanged between the two women, Bindi welcoming Beth by telling her ‘I can’t wait to fuck you blondie!’

‘Mmmmmm….don’t get me all turned on with your dirty talk princess’ Beth said, using the nickname that Lexi had bestowed on Bindi.

‘You’re just a dirty slut blondie’ Gita shot from the corner of the room now.

‘Your views are totally invalid bitch’ Beth told her flatly. ‘Until you show any semblance at all of being able to back it up, shut it!’ she finished, leaving Gita scowling angrily over in the corner.

‘You’re very quiet Jemma’ Bindi opined now. ‘Cat got your tongue? Worried that when I fuck blondie, she’ll realise that I’m the superior woman in every way and she just won’t want you any more? Poor baby….’ she smirked.

‘Not really’ Jemma said evenly. ‘I was just wondering why you want to talk and not fight. It’s got me thinking that you’re scared of my girl Bindi’ she smiled.

‘Me? Don’t be so fucking ridiculous Jemma!’ Bind said, sounding totally affronted by the mere suggestion of it. ‘Can you hear this idiot!’ she laughed, talking to Gita.

‘Ridiculous!’ Gita agreed quickly.

‘Well, I don’t see any fighting’ Jemma pointed out. ‘So why don’t you get ready and lets see if your skills can back your motor mouth up bitch!’ she told Bindi.

In a huff, the Indian girl agreed ‘very well! Five minutes blondie. Get ready and get in the ring so I can beat some sense into you, and then fuck you senseless all over again!’

‘Fine’ Beth shot back, ‘I’m basically ready anyway’ she pointed out, the statement getting missed by Bindi who went to the other side of the room to prepare. Beth did likewise, though her preparation was quick. She kicked off her strappy heels, took off her red dress over her head, and just wore a red G-string as she sat on the ring apron while Jemma handed her bag to her. Out of that, she produced the rest of her fighting attire in the form of a pair of black hold up fishnet stockings which she rolled slowly up her legs as she remained perched there on the edge of the ring apron. Then she reclined, lying on her back before rolling slowly under the bottom rope into the ring. She got slowly to her feet, beckoned Jemma up on to the apron, kissed her over the top rope, and told her ‘It’s you that I want when I’m done with her babe!’

‘Get a room fuck buddies!’ Bindi complained having got into the ring in the opposite corner. ‘Honestly, no self control’ she scoffed. ‘And you’re a fucking slut blondie, just look at you!’ she said, standing with her hands on her hips, a pair of sky blue and orange panties on in the style of usual wrestling panties, while her lemon colours silk kimono was unbelted, just about covering her own otherwise bare breasts.

‘I can take this off if you’d prefer’ Beth smirked, hooking her fingers in to the thin waistband of her G-string suggestively.

‘It’ll be off soon enough’ Bindi shot back.

‘We’ll see….bitch’ Beth laughed.

‘Slut!’ Bindi replied. ‘You know the rules blondie. Gita start the timer for the three minute round. I’m done waiting to kick this slut’s ass!’

‘Go!’ Gita shouted rather pointlessly. Both girls were already on their way to centre ring to start the three minute round anyway by now, trading further insults as they went. ‘Bitch!’ Bindi spat at Beth. ‘Dirty whore!’ Beth shot back before they clashed, body to body at the centre, pulling hair and flailing away with enthusiasm at each other with slaps. This wasn’t the timid, unsure, opening of their first fight for sure. Bindi chopped a right hand into Beth’s body almost straight away, convinced perhaps that the one hard shot was going to be enough to give her opponent second thoughts for today. It certainly registered on her, Beth letting out a grunt of pain as it landed, but Bindi was every bit as surprised to find her head snapped to the side by a stinging slap from Beth before both were in the other’s hair. Now nails dug close to the scalp to add to the pain of the other as Beth’s fingers scrabbled for purchase so tight was Bindi’s hair pulled into her ponytail. Beth grimaced as Bindi got the better grip of her short hair and forced her head back painfully as she tried to force Beth back to the ropes. ‘Bitch, my fucking hair!’ Beth complained.

‘Fucking pussy!’ Bindi laughed before her enjoyment of the situation was brought to an abrupt end by Beth’s fingers digging harshly into her firm C cup breasts. ‘Ooowwww!’ she protested loudly, suddenly finding that she wasn’t dominantly pushing Beth around the ring. Instead she had run up against an obstruction in the form of the blonde who sent a straight knee in to her body to give her further pause for thought. It was the pain that flashed through her body via her breasts that gave Bindi the biggest pause for thought though. Jackie had done a number on them late on in their fight, and already it was very clear that Beth knew it. She responded in kind, one hand out of her hair so that she could sink it into Beth’s breast in reply, holding nothing back as she brought her sky blue nails in to play immediately. ‘Cunt!’ Beth moaned, her eyes betraying the pain she felt for a split second before she hardened her expression and worked her own hand in Bindi’s breasts again now. ‘Slut!’ Bindi replied, the flare of pain not well hidden in her eyes, but replaced with a fury quickly as she started to force Beth back towards her own corner of he ring. Each step was a battle between the two young fighters, ground not given easily, but Bindi was slightly the heavier, slightly the stronger, and the combination started to slowly win the day for her.

Now Beth’s head was suddenly wrenched back by the hair, and as that pain registered, Bindi had her marched back to the corner where Jemma sat. Now Bindi simply leaned in to Beth, making sure her firm breasts challenged Beth’s while she felt the breath of the Indian girl on the side of her neck. Bindi knew she could get to Beth this way, calling her a ‘cheap slut’ as she started to work her thigh in between Beth’s as she looked past the blonde to lock her eyes with Jemma outside the ring. ‘She likes this’ Bindi told Jemma, who just smiled and looked on calmly as Bindi felt Beth’s nipples stiffen against her bare breasts. Jemma knew that what Bindi had said was true enough as her thigh worked it’s way between Beth’s legs; finding that skimpy red G-string to be scant protection. But even as her girlfriend let out a moan of pleasure, Jemma knew that she was now equipped to deal with Bindi and her approach to fighting. The Indian girl’s eyes were on Jemma, telling her that ‘Blondie will soon know what it’s like to have a real woman!’

Jemma’s eyes were downcast, almost as if she feared that was just what was going to happen. She was playing her role to perfection though as Bindi kissed Beth’s neck just lightly enough to make the blonde almost whimper. Had Bindi been able to see Beth’s expression, she’d have realised that her face was set in a determined expression though rather than one of helplessness, and now she struck back, Suddenly a firm grip of the Indian girl’s ponytail wrenched her head into a position for a forcefully delivered lip lock that practically had Bindi marching on the spot in total bemusement at being caught out like this. Beth’s fingers worked on the hair tie holding that ponytail in place now, slowly working it out of Bindi's hair before flicking it back for Jemma to hold. ‘Fight with your hair down like a real woman!’ she told Bind as she broke the liplock and then delivered a knee lift to the crotch. Suddenly Bindi was a fighter on the back foot, taken by surprise with the knee and Beth Irish whipped the Indian girl into her own corner of the ring. Beth followed up as Bindi sagged against the turnbuckles for a moment, coming in with a short splash to wind her. Then it was she leaning into Bindi in the reverse of what had happened moments earlier, pressing her breasts in to Bindi’s, making the Indian girl feel her thigh working in her still throbbing pussy. ‘Ooooohhhhh!’ Bindi moaned, lightly, but the shock was there for her. Beth was taking it to her for now, and Bindi didn’t like it; she liked it even less when the blonde shifted to allow some space between them before whipping a chop across her breasts.

‘OWWW!’ Bindi protested. Her breasts were still sensitive from her previous match, and there was no hiding she’d felt that blow from Beth who leaned back in again. Bindi strained, trying to shift her as her nipples stiffened into Beth’s suddenly dominant breasts now, but she made no headway as Beth started to run her hand slowly on Bindi’s lower tummy. She was waiting now, listening for the alarm that would signal the end of the first round. As she heard the first sound, that hand rubbing Bindi’s belly quickly became a fist, delivered short, sharp and low to drive the wind out of Bindi’s sails just as she relaxed for the break. Bindi groaned, Gita yelled ‘YOU CHEAT!’ at Beth who just smiled as she turned back to her corner and shot back over her shoulder ‘Shut it bitch, unless you want to do something about it?’

Gita most certainly didn’t want to do anything about it, so she attended to Bindi while Beth kissed Jemma back in the opposite corner. ‘Nice job babe, she’s pissed now!’ Jemma told her girlfriend. ‘She’s going to fight angry now!’ she cautioned though, recognising that on Bindi’s face as she smouldered in her corner.

‘Sure, she will’ Beth agreed. ‘And that’s my plan. If I withstand her, she’ll get tired. And her tits hurt a lot more than she’s letting on Jem. If she gets careless, they’ll be hurting her a lot more!’ she smiled.

Almost as if to prove Beth’s theory, across the ring Bindi declared ‘break’s over bitch!’ and came out of the corner at speed to close in on Beth, only for the blonde to deftly skip clear of her corner as Jemma stepped down off the apron. Bindi wheeled around to follow the blonde and took a quick slap to the face as she did. Light, almost playful, it was delivered to infuriate the Indian girl as much as it was to hurt her. An intriguing passage in the fight would play out now. Bindi was seething at being caught out in the way she had been by Beth at the end of the first round. The punch had been delivered late by the blonde, taking a liberty with the rules that the Indian girl would have taken too, even if she wouldn’t admit it right now. The question as Bindi pursued Beth around the ring now, flailing with shots whenever she thought she was in range as Beth back-pedalled, was a simple enough one. Was Bindi the hunter, tracking her prey, or was Beth like a mythical siren, luring her prey into her destruction?

Whichever of those two it was, it was playing out in a pretty furious period of action. Bindi flailed again, caught Beth with a slap to the cheek, followed up with a wild right hand that glanced off Beth’s arm and et after the retreating blonde almost at a run, convinced Beth was withering beneath her flurry of attacks. On the back-foot though, Beth was taking shots that had lost much of their sting. As Bindi got careless, she got rocked with a slap that stung her pride as it stung her cheek. Stopped in her tracks for just a moment, she was reeled into a side headlock by Beth using her mane of brunette hair. ‘Mmmfffff!’ Bindi groaned, feeling the tight confines of the headlock, restraining her tightly against Beth’s bare breast.

The Indian girl moaned, tested the security of the hold, and then set about freeing herself. This was wrestling after all; she was a wrestling champion! She tried to back out of the hold into a back-hammer, but she was surprised to find Beth’s movements able to counter her. No concern as she used a short elbow to the ribs to loosed the grip while she backed Beth into the ropes to fire her off. Instead, she felt the fire of pain as the blonde used her brunette hair to stop that attempt and simply reel her back into the headlock. ‘GRRRRR!’ Bindi practically growled, warning Beth ‘you’re really starting to piss me off now Blondie!’ Beth made no reply to that statement, instead simply thrusting her hip into Bindi’s side to send her up and over to the mat, still in the headlock as she lay perfectly on top of the Indian girl. Bindi’s fists beat at the mat for a moment, frustration building within her at the start of the fall. She was trapped well by Beth, and though she’d never admit it, she was getting out manoeuvred as well.

That frustration became fury and opportunism quickly from the Indian fighter though. If she couldn’t wrestle her way out of the predicament, she could get catty and succeed in her aim in that way instead. Her hand was straight into Beth’s blonde hair, gripping close to the roots, knowing the blonde would have to follow wherever she directed her. That was directly towards her own thighs, so that she could wrap them around Beth's head, with the blonde’s face pointed directly to her crotch, nose almost touching the fabric of Bindi’s wrestling panties. ‘Hah! You’ve made a mistake now Blondie!’ Bindi triumphantly declared, immediately putting the squeeze on with her powerful thighs. At the same time, she started to slap the top of Beth’s head, each blow bringing the slightest yelp or groan of pain from the blonde. Bindi looked at her, squeezing hard again, looking for the signs of resignation to her fate in Beth’s eyes that she’d seen each previous time that they’d fought before. They weren’t there yet, but as she latched on to Beth’s nipple now, twisting harshly, those signs would be there soon enough she felt.

‘Come on Beth, don’t let her do that to you!’ Jemma encouraged from the outside, just as Beth let out a cry of pain at Bindi’s breast work now. Was the fight getting taken away from her girlfriend now?

‘Shush Jemma!’ Bindi mocked. ‘She’s going to take a little nap now before she gets to eat my pussy!’ she told Jemma, as her thighs tightened their grip on Beth’s increasingly reddening head.

‘Come on Beth!’ Jemma implored. ‘You’ve got this!’

‘I don’t think she has Jemma!’ Bindi laughed. ‘But if you’re so confident in her, why don’t you agree to eat Gita’s pussy when I win?’ Bindi challenged.

‘I accept!’ Jemma answered flatly as Gita laughed on the outside of the ring ‘get ready to eat a real woman!’

‘But….’ Jemma went on, ‘I get to fuck your girl, when my girl wins!’

‘Of course’ Bindi agreed on Gita’s behalf as her friend shifted a little uneasily at the thought of what could go wrong. ‘Not going to happen though’ Bindi confidently stated, squeezing again, feeling like the first bit of fight was starting to be worked out of Beth’s body. A harsh slap to the breast gave Beth a surge of adrenaline, her fingers starting to scrabble at Bindi’s thighs, hoping to pull them apart and gain her release from their vice like grip.

‘Get ready for your lunch, you ginger bitch!’ Gita sneered from across the ring in Jemma’s direction, confident as Bindi had converted her breast slap to a harsh maul that Beth looked to be fading. Jemma said nothing, her eyes intent only on the action. There in the ring, trapped in the hold, unseen by either Indian girl, Beth’s eyes were telling her that at the moment, she was just fine.

‘SUBMIT WHORE!’ Bindi demanded.

‘Nooooo’ Beth wailed, every ounce of anguish dripping from her voice to make Bindi feel like she almost had her.

‘Time to finish you off…..yet again. You never fucking learn do you Blondie!’ Bindi said, addressing Beth as she took a firm grip of her hair again and released the scissor hold. There was no doubt that Beth breathed easier without the tight scissor hold applied to her, but she was still alive to the opening presented to her as Bindi brought her to her feet. Beth rose slowly, but delivered an uppercut to Bindi’s belly on the way up. A short punch, but it was delivered with an accuracy that made sure Bindi felt it, and was just given pause for thought for long enough to allow Beth to follow up. A waist-lock and pussy pounding atomic drop was the perfect way to do that, Bindi howling in surprised pain as her knee connected perfectly with the Indian’s womanhood. She no longer had pause for thought though, she was just frozen to the spot, her face showing that the wave of pain was just hitting her. Beth knew it was her chance, and she lashed a chop heavy handedly across Bindi’s breasts to set the fire burning there again. The Indian girl had dropped to a knee with a cry of pain but Beth allowed her no respite, knowing she needed to press home this advantage. Bindi’s scissor hold had been murderous; she didn’t relish the thought of allowing her a second chance to apply that hold. She brought up Bindi up to her feet, right hand in her mane of hair and left sunk hungrily in to her breast to ensure she followed.

Beth steered Bindi towards the ring ropes now, Bindi recovering her senses to tell her ‘don’t you fucking dare choke me on the ropes!’. Beth had no intent of doing so though. As the Indian girl reached her arms out, wanting to lock them first on to the rope to brace herself, Beth simply introduced her face first to the top rope as if it were a turnbuckle. It seemed an odd move, up to the point that the elasticity of the top rope whip-lashed Bindi back towards the centre of the ring in a daze. Then it became pretty clear that in her regular watching of matches from around the world, Beth had managed to identify something to surprise any opponent!

She walked out to where Bindi was still staggered at the centre of the ring, slapped her face to rebuke the Indian girl, then, as she told her ‘ you see Bindi, I do learn!’ she lifted and body slammed her ailing nemesis. Bindi groaned as she hit the canvas and Beth immediately came crashing down on her with a heavy leg drop across the chest. Bindi was in trouble that she simply hadn’t expected to find herself in against Beth who was a fighter she simply couldn’t conceive the concept of defeat to. Beth wasn’t going to give Bindi a second to get her senses together now; she took a half nelson of sorts to position Bindi face down on the mat, then used a handful of hair to introduce her face first to the mat. Dazed, Bindi groaned ‘unngghhh’ on that impact, but it was the least of her troubles as Beth snatched her ankles, tucked her feet under her arms, and folded the Indian Princess in a well applied Boston Crab. It had become Beth’s signature move and the first wave of pain now washed over Bindi quickly as she found out just how well she was trapped. ‘OWWW!’ she protested, ‘get off me you bitch!’ she complained, demanding her release.

‘Did you submit?’ Beth asked her, leaning into the hold that little bit more.

‘OWWWWW! NO! I BLOODY DIDN’T!!’ an exasperated Bindi fired back.

‘Didn’t think so. Then suffer you little bitch!’ Beth smiled, knowing she was the one in charge of the situation this time around. She leaned back further into the hold, drawing an anguished shriek from Bindi.

‘BETH! You’re hurting me!’ Bindi pleased for some sort of mercy from the blonde now. Jemma intently watched the action now; she knew that her girlfriend had Bindi as long as she stayed focussed here. Such was her intent on the action, it was only the sound of the door in the opposite corner of the room that alerted Jemma that Gita had in fact bolted from the room in panic at how it was going.

‘Ooohhh Bindi!’ Jemma laughed. ‘Your girl has done a runner….she knows you’re done now!’

‘FUCK OFF JEMMAAAAAAOOWWWW!’ Bindi tried to shoot back now, only for the painful hold to overtake her once again.

‘Oh dear’ Beth cooed lightly. ‘Why don’t you submit and let me fuck you?’ she suggested.

‘NOOOOOOO!’ Bindi cried, her fingers scrabbling at the canvas as she tried desperately to get free. ‘OWWWW! BEEETTHHH!’ Bindi moaned loudly.

‘Submit you silly cow….then it’ll all be over!’ Beth instructed the Indian girl now, dominating her with the Boston Crab, leaning in to the hold to add more pressure.

‘I…...CAN’T…...OWWWWWW!’ Bindi cried out now. Her mind was totally unable to compute that she was so totally overwhelmed by her blonde rival; one that she expected to beat with ease each time she faced her. But her body, especially her lower back was definitely telling her that it was time to submit as Beth punished her with glee.

‘Submit Bindi. Go on! You’re done and I’m going to fuck you!’ Beth told her confidently.

There was a silence in the room now for a moment. Beth held firm knowing that her hold had won the day and it was purely down to the Indian fighter to accept that reality. Bindi’s breath came in sharp and shallow gasps as she tried desperately to find a solution that wasn’t coming for her. Jemma meanwhile was silent too, her breath slow and shallow, save for the slightest of moans as she started to work away inside her own thong, such was her total arousal at Beth’s domination of a woman who had troubled her so much previously.

Finally Bindi was totally broken by the intense pain of the Boston Crab. She could take now more, and she fairly howled out ‘I SUBMITTTTT!’ before Beth dropped her legs to the mat heavily.

‘I thought so!’ Beth smirked. ‘You stay right there bitch. I’m not done with you just yet’ she told Bindi. She cast a glance in Jemma’s direction, smiled again as she saw her girlfriend was still ‘busy’, and slipped out of the ring to pick up the small bag beneath Jemma’s chair. She trailed her fingers lightly across Jemma’s bare arm, the goosebumps that they raised there telling just how turned on her girlfriend was right now. More to her surprise, when she returned to the ring, she found that Bindi was still there, lying in the ring on her belly, almost exactly where she’d left her after the Boston Crab. Knowing that she had the Indian girl cowed for once was a thrill for Beth, and immediately she pulled her wrestling panties down so that they were around her thighs.

‘These are mine now’ she told Bindi who, looking back over her shoulder, showed a flare of defiance in her eyes. Beth smacked her ass once, hard, with the flat of her hand, the report of it ringing out around the room. There was a little yelp from Bindi as she felt it, and Beth told her again ‘they’re mine now’, looking closely in Bindi’s eyes to see if the defiance remained. Satisfied with what she saw, she opened the bag now, and stepped into the harness of a strap-on she’d brought with her, such was her confidence that she’d be the one on the right end of it tonight. She fumbled a little with the fastening at her waist for a moment, until she had the buckled secured there, and then she was in Bindi’s hair to roll her to her back, so that she could drop on to her breasts, the tip of her strap-on resting on the lips of the Indian fighter, bringing a look of surprise to her face.

‘What are you…’ Bindi started to ask.

‘Shush!’ Beth commanded her, giving her most dominant voice an airing. Bindi almost did a double take; this was Beth, but it really wasn’t the Beth that she had first taken to task in the garage ring or her bedroom. ‘You didn’t think that this could happen did you?’ Beth said to Bindi, looking straight in her eyes as she added pressure to an initially sensual breast grab, enjoying how it brought a light moan to Bindi’s lips. ‘Well guess what….it did!’ she told Bindi, then she smiled at her and told her ‘and now, I’m going to fuck you senseless princess!’

‘What? You can’t…’ Bindi moaned in protest.

‘Get used to it princess’ Beth told her, sliding down her body so that her breasts dominated Bindi’s for a moment, knowing that the Indian girl’s were sore still from her encounter with Jackie. ‘You lost’ she told her as she teased her pussy with the tip of her strap-on as it parted the impressive bush between Bindi’s legs. ‘You should be used to it by now anyway. You’re on quite the run of losses aren’t you bitch!’ she laughed now. ‘Do I need to list them for you to remind you?’ Beth taunted.

‘You shut your mouth blondioooohhhh……..MMMMMM…….YOU…..OOOOHHHHH….BITCH!’ Bindi wined loudly, the thoughts of anger at her treatment totally overcome by the sensation as Beth penetrated her fully with the strap-on.

‘MMMMHHHHH’ Bindi whined, her voice filling the room now as Beth just started to roll her hips and thrust a little, making her feel the sensation of the strap-on inside her. ‘OOOOHHHHH…..AIIIEEEEEE!’

‘Shit…..you’re on a fucking short fuse aren’t you bitch’ Beth laughed now, noting Bindi to already be quite turned on by the fucking, before she’d even really got into her own rhythm. ‘Not getting much at the moment I guess…’ she teased the Indian girl, who seethed inwardly, but couldn’t voice her protest, such was the complete effect Beth’s work with the strap-on was having on her.

Away on the outside of the ring, there was a louder moan of pleasure from Jemma who was getting herself ever closer to orgasm, but her moan was nothing compared to that of Bindi who cried out ‘OOOOHHHHH…..AAAIIIEEEEE…..FUCK….DON’T YOU….FUCK…...AIIIIEEEEOOOUUU!’ as Beth drove her inexorably towards a climax.

‘I guess your girl Gita isn’t up to this with the strappie’ Beth taunted now, before asking as she upped the tempo of the fucking ‘where is she? Your little fuck buddy I mean. Why did she run off like that?’. All the time her eyes never left Bindi’s even though the Indian girl’s eyes darted left and right, trying to avoid the piercing gaze. It didn’t escape the attention of the blonde that Bindi looked startled at the mention of Gita as her fuck buddy. She banked that thought for a moment, and concentrated on her efforts with the strap-on, using each thrust of her hips to great effect, bringing a shudder to the Indian girl’s body as she moaned ‘OOOOHHHHH….YOU OOOHH...OOOOHHHHH….I’LL FUCKING…...MMMMMMFFFFFFF….AIIIEEEEEE…..FUCKING GET YOU BLONDIE!’

‘I think I already got you, you dirty cheap tart!’ Beth told her, pushing a hand into Bindi’s face for a moment to show her dominance. ‘But Gita isn’t your fuck buddy?’ she asked, pausing that thought for a moment as Bindi howled in forced pleasure. She knew that the Indian Princess was close now, really close. ‘Well, shit’ she smirked, ‘I thought you kept that stupid bitch around for something and we all know it’s not to do with her fighting ability!’

By now Bindi was totally lost in the way that Beth was fucking her and running her mouth at her at the same time. She didn’t see it right now, as her face flushed, and the rivulets of sweat ran between her breasts as she energetic fucking following the fight tested her reserves of energy, but now she was seeing just one of the things that Jemma saw in Beth. This wasn’t the scared little blonde girl any more, but a confident young woman whose work with the strap-on now drove Bindi beyond the edge of her orgasm. She screeched with pleasure, squirting in orgasm for the first time in her life, aware that she had never, ever, been fucked quite like this before!

‘Little fucking slut’ Beth shot at the now climaxing Indian fighter, and she was quick to remove the strap-on from Bindi’s womanhood. She moved again to sit on Bindi’s breasts now, pinning her arms to her sides with her legs so that she couldn’t finish herself off fully. Her arousal was so complete that she yearned for more from Beth. Instead she got a strap-on rested on her lips once again by Beth, making her taste herself.

‘Don’t you forget Bindi. I’m ready for you now, and I always will be’ Beth told her, patting her cheek lightly before one more slap clipped of the Indian girl’s firm breasts. And then she was done with Bindi as she climbed off her and went out of the ring, sitting on the ring apron in front of Jemma as she unfastened the harness of the strap-on. She looked at Jemma, saw the look of sheer love in her eyes and got up, walking over to her girlfriend. She kissed her lightly but urgently, their lips meeting as if for the very first time, such was their hunger. Then Jemma whispered to her ‘you’re so fucking hot when you’re like that babe! I want you!’

‘Well that’s good’ Beth whispered in return ‘because I fucking want you too Jem. Let’s get out of here, and well….you know…’

‘Oh I know’ Jemma smirked, waiting for her girlfriend to put her dress on, roll back into the ring to take Bindi’s wrestling panties, and then climb back out to take Jemma’s hand and lead her from the room.

‘Don’t you forget it now Bindi’ she called over her shoulder, one last barb at the thoroughly defeated Indian fighter who lay still in the ring, hands on her head, wondering just what had become of her in the match, and knowing that somehow she needed another taste of the blonde!