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Bindi’s Deception
By Wolfboy
Jemma & Beth accept Bindi’s challenge to a tag match, but her partner isn’t going to be Gita
‘We thought that you mean Gita….I mean she’s your girl isn’t she? Beth asked Bindi in a late night phone call, looking to set up the tag match that had been floated as an idea after she’s been able to beat Bindi for the first time in a one on one match. Jemma was sat near enough to pick up on the conversation, and her interest was piqued. If it wasn’t Gita, then who was it that Bindi was going to tag with?
‘You’ll recall that I simply said my tag team partner blondie’ Bindi pointed out somewhat tartly. ‘I didn’t say who she was and well…’ she said quite openly, ‘it’s pretty clear that Gita isn’t up to the challenge right now. You know that just as well as I do!’ she told Beth. ‘’So after some deliberation, I choose Yasmin to be my tag team partner for the match. Unless you’re scared of the challenge of course’ she asked, baiting the hook for Beth to take.
‘Oh, we’re not scared of you and whoever you choose’ Beth replied quickly and confidently. ‘You tell us where and when, name the rules. We’ll be there.’
‘I look forward to it’ Bindi told her. ‘I’ll text you the location and the rules later on blondie. And then Yasmin and I will stack you and Jemma and fuck you like the cheap western whores that you both are!’ Bindi confidently declared.
‘I’d like to see you try bitch’ Beth said, rising to the bait, but the click in her ear told her that she was already talking to dead air. Bindi had simply sewn that thought in her head and then left her to consider it. She turned to Jemma and told her ‘looks like the tag match with Bindi is on babe, but she’s chosen Yasmin to be her tag team partner, rather than Gita.’
‘Yasmin?’ Jemma said, just trying to place the name for a moment. ‘Oh yeah….she was with her when Lexi showed her up wasn’t she? What do we know about her as a fighter?’ she asked Beth.
‘Absolutely nothing’ was the honest reply from Beth. ‘I checked on her after that match, because she seemed the type to be interested, but all of the usual sites showed up absolutely nothing on her’ she admitted to Jemma.
‘Well, we just have to assume that she’s capable if Bindi chose her ahead of Gita’ Jemma pointed out, then she laughed ‘actually, who isn’t capable when compared to Gita! We can work her out on the day if we have to….’ she decided.
They were right to assume that Yasmin was a capable fighter. Turkish, she was not a natural catfighter, at least not by choice. She had fought in the oil wrestling competitions that had taken place in her village before moving to the U.K. for university. She had done so with some distinction too, as often she was the only woman to compete, battling against bigger and more experienced men while covered in a thick coating of olive oil. Although she was never the champion of her village, every woman in that village considered her as such, or better, for the way she fearlessly competed in those competitions. That she’d met Bindi at university was purely chance, that the two of them had wrestled each other to a complete standstill in a friendly match was fate. Bindi had found her tag team partner and Gita was relegated to the sidelines, smouldering with a fair amount of discontent, even if she knew if the was the right decision for Bindi. Gita wanted to be a great fighter just like her friend was, and she’d seen Bindi suffer her share of defeats too. Maybe, she realised, she needed a different coach to Bindi to help her develop. A style of fighting of her own, rather than simply trying to be a less good version of Bindi? Regardless, she would be in the corner of Bindi and Yasmin loyally for the tag team fight.
After talking to Yasmin, the final act of setting up the match was for Bindi to text the venue, time and rules to Beth. The venue was simple enough, Yasmin and Bindi had arranged for the ring where she had fought against Lexi to be available the following evening. She had arranged a referee too, though wouldn’t say who that would be just yet. And her rules were eloquently framed in her message as ‘a proper tag team match, not an unseemly free for all. You must hold the tag rope to make a tag. There will be a permitted ten second double team following a tag. If one partner enters illegally, they will be frozen out of tagging in for a minute by the referee. No time limit. Anything else goes. Topless of course and in wrestling boots. May the best team win….that will be me and Yasmin of course!’
‘Cocky bitch’ Beth muttered under her breath reading that. Jemma just laughed as she read it. ‘Of course she wants us topless….that girl loves to fight with her tits on show’ she remarked. ‘You’re on’ Beth replied to Bindi’s message, sealing the fight. It would take place the following evening.
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Five young women met up the following evening then, four of them to fight and one of them to be in the corner, cheering on her friends. And of course, there would be a referee, which Bindi quickly revealed to be her Auntie Priya who was currently visiting from India. ‘I assure you girls that I will call this match straight down the middle’ the reigning all Indian heavyweight ladies wrestling champion told all of the women in that ring room. ‘If any of you outstay your welcome in the ring, I will remove you from the action….and yes, that includes you Bindi!’ she pointedly told her niece.
‘Thank you’ Jemma said ‘for agreeing to referee. I totally trust you to be fair’ she told Priya, shaking her hand before she and Beth retired behind the screen on one side of the ring to change in to their fighting attire.
‘Are you sure that’s wise?’ Beth whispered to Jemma behind the screen, referring to Priya’s role as the referee. ‘Can we really trust her?’ she asked her girlfriend.
‘100%’ Jemma told Beth reassuringly. ‘Mum has always said that Priya is an honourable enough woman. Dirty and uncompromising in the ring. But she’s got absolutely nothing to prove with you or I so she’ll do just what she said and call it fairly’ Jemma said, confident in her assessment. Her confidence would be well placed. Out in the ring, Priya was checking the ring ropes, making sure that the turnbuckle pads were securely fixed in place, as she waited for the two teams to appear back in the ring. She had dressed for her role as referee, barefoot in tight black sports leggings, and wearing a white swimsuit beneath them, neither tightly fitting garment doing the slightest thing to hide her powerful frame. Priya would have not problems in controlling any of the four young women in the match if she was required to.
Both teams took their time, strategising as they prepared for the tag team contest before both groups appeared in the ring at pretty much the same time. Of course, there were similarities between the two pairings, not least with all four wearing wrestling boots to the ring, though the colour of those boots varied between the two teams. Jemma wore the green pair that Beth had got for her fight in Japan a little while back now, and before they’d left the land of the rising sun, Jemma had got her girlfriend a matching pair in red, knowing just how much that colour favoured Beth. Across the ring, Bindi wore white boots, hers adorned with a little Indian flag on the outside of each calf, while Yasmin had plain black wrestling boots. The attire of each young woman differed too; a green thong for Jemma, red hotpants for Beth, Bindi wore her favourite blue and orange wrestling panties, and Yasmin was in black leather hotpants. Each had chosen the style that they felt the most comfortable in, and now there was an excitement in the air as each wanted to get started. There were formalities to be observed though….Priya cleared her throat and spoke.
‘Girls, this is a tag team match set for one submission. It is a no time limit match where a ten second double team is permitted on a tag. At no other time can both wrestlers be in the ring. Failure to follow that rule will mean a one minute penalty period where the guilty party is frozen out of the action. Apart from that rule, anything goes. Now our two teams. In the blue corner is the team of Bindi and Yasmin. Bindi is 5 feet 6 inches tall, 139lbs, 34C-26-35 and has a record of 8 wins and 5 defeats. Yasmin is 5 feet 8 inches tall, 155lbs, 36D-27-38 and has a record of 2 wins without defeat. At a combined weight of 294lbs, this is their tag team debut. Across the ring in the red corner is the team of Jemma and Beth. Jemma is 5 feet 7 inches tall, 151lbs, 36D-24-26 and has a record of 16 wins and 5 losses. Beth is 5 feet 7 inches tall, 134lbs, 34C-25-34, and has a record of 5 wins and 5 losses. At a combined weight of 285lbs, their tag team record is 1 win and 1 loss. Now ladies, if you’re ready, lets have two of you on the apron holding those tag ropes!’ Priya instructed. Neither team had any thoughts of disobeying that first instruction of the fight, their strategies already agreed; Bindi and Jemma would open up for their respective teams. Beth and the brunette Yasmin took the tag ropes on the outside, to keep a close eye on the action and wait for their chance to tag in and make their mark. ‘FIGHT!’ Priya instructed, happy with the way that both teams were aligned for now, and Jemma and Bindi did just what she had told them.
Theirs was a fight of equal parts skill and aggression, while their familiarity with each other meant that there was just no real need for any feeling out period. Both sunk into the other’s hair immediately in a tangle of flame red and chestnut brown locks before hands slapped at the other’s body. Bindi quickly moved to a slap and grab of Jemma’s left breast, the fingers of her right hand kneading the sensitive flesh for the first time, just eliciting the slightest of moans from her rival’s lips. ‘You can’t take it can you bitch?’ Bindi taunted, her confidence already on show. Over confidence as it turned out on this early occasion; she’d left herself wide open to the right hand punch that Jemma raked across her belly. Bindi groaned as she was backed up to the ropes, well away from Yasmin in the corner, her hands still on Jemma’s breast ineffectively before the redhead sent her off to the ropes. Bindi rebounded, found Jemma on her knees waiting for to slug another punch into her belly, and she ground to a halt, half doubled up from the blow. Jemma quickly got up and sent a knee lift up into Bindi’s breasts then, flattening her to the canvas. Advantage to Jemma, and followed up quickly with an elbow drop, once again targeting Bindi’s firm C cups in the opening to stay on top. Now she peeled Bindi from the mat, both hands sunk deep into her hair, and looked to lift the Indian girl to slam her. Bindi had no plans to take that move so early in the fight though, and she went with the lift, using the momentum to drop over Jemma’s shoulder to the mat behind her.
Quick thinking, Bindi simply shoved Jemma at the ropes chest first, following her in so that she could send a knee into the small of Jemma’s back as the redhead rebounded. Jemma groaned as she arched her back from the impact, and Bindi liked what she same, knowing that simple enough move had put the hurt on her rival. She scratched her nails down Jemma’s back now, making the redhead shriek a little as she felt her skin seared by sharp finger nails. Then Bindi pushed her to the ropes again and hit home with another knee to the back. Confident that she was starting to gain a degree of control, the Indian wrestler jumped up on to Jemma’s back, making her carry her weight as she looked for an early sleeper hold. ‘Yes Bindi, that’s it!’ Gita cheered on from the corner, seeing that her friend almost had the sleeper locked in on Jemma. Almost, but not quite as Jemma defensively tucked her chin in just enough to stop the move going on fully. Not a problem for Bindi, she had the hair to use, knowing that would help her slowly ease Jemma’s head back for the move to really start taking it’s toll. Jemma knew it too, and she had her own plan, backing Bindi up quickly to a corner of the ring to sandwich the Indian girl between her body and the unforgiving buffer of the turnbuckles. In he rush to escape though, she’d backed Bindi into her own corner, and Yasmin reached over the top rope to pat Bindi on the shoulder. ‘Tag!’ Priya declared, and as Bindi maintained her tenuous grip of Jemma’s hair for just long enough to allow Yasmin to enter, the Turkish brunette’s first move then in a real catfight was simple enough as she pumped a knee into Jemma’s crotch!
That ensured that she had control as Priya ordered Bindi out and her niece followed the command without too much in the way of question. Jemma had dropped to her knees in front of Yasmin who slapped her face with a degree of venom to stun her before she pushed to the canvas on her side. Yasmin loomed over Jemma, looking as if she might strike again with a stomp at first, but she was patiently waiting for an opportunity to grind Jemma down a little with her own style. Using her oil wrestling experience and style, she dropped behind Jemma, her crotch in tight against Jemma’s ass, and clinched her arms tightly around the redhead’s waist from behind. Clasping them together in a double fist, she pulled back tight so that her hands were into Jemma’s belly, a bearhug of sorts applied from behind. Jemma groaned; it was clear to her straight away that Yasmin knew her stuff, even if it wasn’t traditional catfighting where she excelled, as the Turkish woman worked her hold. Jemma tried to pull away, only to find she was pulled in tight against Yasmin again, feeling the rough leather of her hotpants against her ass. ‘Bitch!’ she moaned as the bearhug continued to punish her there on the mat, trapped as she was on all fours. Her hands went to Yasmin’s now, trying to prise apart the tight grip they currently had, and she found Yasmin’s hands were strong, used to the added problem of needing to secure her grip while coated with olive oil usually from her oil wrestling.
Still, she showed that she had learned a little of the catfight style too from Bindi. Not liking Jemma’s attempts to break her grasp, she broke it voluntarily, and used a clubbing forearm to flatten Jemma again to the mat. Then she used the hair to pull Jemma back to all fours; it was an added handhold that she wasn’t usually allowed in her bouts of oil wrestling unless they were unsanctioned. Today, it rightly drew no rebuke from Priya, and she attacked again, one hand inside the back of Jemma’s thong while the balled her right hand into a fist and pulled it back hard into Jemma’s body again. Jemma groaned once more, finding that fist drawn back with all the force of a punch, just taking her breath away. ‘I will fuck you just like this!’ Yasmin told her, confidence in her voice.
‘Fuck off’ Jemma shot back, but she was in trouble just now as the hands of this newcomer. More so now in fact as Yasmin clasped her hands once more, her left arm threaded through the back of Jemma’s thong to complete that bearhug again, the added trouble of a wedgie added cleverly to the mix by this this particular grip. Another moan from Jemma. ‘Come on Jem! Fight the bitch off!’ Beth encouraged from the outside.
‘You shut your mouth blondie. Once she’s done for, we’re going to have our way with you!’ Bindi shot snidely from the apron. It was her comment that spurred Jemma on more, knowing that she couldn’t leave Beth in that position with these two. She fought, two elbows swung back at Yasmin’s body, pretty ineffectively enough, but it was just enough to make the Turkish brunette break the hold with another forearm to the back to put Jemma face down on the mat. She moved quickly to tag Bindi and while both got Jemma up by the hair, Priya evenly tolled off the count. There was time enough to send Jemma into the ropes and for both to deliver a heavy double shoulder tackle, flattening Jemma again. Yasmin went to the outside then, and Bindi looked to keep up the torment of her redheaded rival, dropping a leg across her breasts, before using a nipple grab and a handful of hair to get Jemma up and push her into a neutral corner. Bindi’s method of attack predictably was centred on Jemma’s big breasts, a chop lashed across them as soon as she’d got her arms draped along the top ropes. Jemma sagged slightly, and Bindi cupped her face roughly, forcing her back upright. Jemma feared a short punch was coming, but Bindi kept her off balance, leaning in to just lick the side of her face suggestively. ‘I know you want me Jemma’ she teased, now just kissing the side of the redhead’s mouth lightly, waiting for the first sign that Jemma was responding to her attentions. At that point, she buried an elbow in Jemma’s belly and told her ‘but I don’t want you….I want blondie. She’s going to be all mine this evening!’ before setting her off with an Irish whip to the opposite corner. Bindi followed in, going for the avalanche splash despite Yasmin’s warning not to, and Bindi hit nothing but turnbuckle. Winded, she leaned into the corner and Jemma grabbed her hair, introducing her face to the top turnbuckle to daze the Indian wrestler.
An opening then for Jemma to make the tag as Beth waited patiently, and she led the Indian woman into their corner and another face first meeting with the turnbuckle there. Bindi was rubber legged now for the moment, and as Beth tagged Jemma, the redhead lifted Bindi to slam her close to the corner. Then Jemma and Beth showed that they’d thought through the potential for double teaming as she lifted Beth to allow her to deliver a better splash across Bindi’s body. Jemma dodged back through the ropes as Bindi wheezed, trying to catch her breath, and Beth forewent the cross pin position she was in, choosing instead to move her body round and catch Bindi in a reverse figure four head scissors. ‘OWWW MMMMFFFF!’ Bindi moaned, first feeling Beth’s legs putting the squeeze on her, before sending a sharp downward punch into her belly to wind her. Beth had control for now, and used it well, twisting Bindi’s right nipple fiercely as the soles of Bindi’s boots beat at the mat, betraying the anguish she felt from the way Beth’s fingers were teasing her. ‘Come on Bindi, get her off you!’ Yasmin called out from the corner now only for Beth to tell her ‘she’s going nowhere!’ before another punch landed in Bindi’s belly.
Yasmin simmered on the apron, but she could do nothing as Beth decided it was time for some more double teaming, whispering something to Jemma as she pulled Bindi up by the hair. Jemma came in, got to one knee, presenting her right thigh as a landing zone, and Beth waist-locked Bindi for the double team atomic drop. The pussy pounding impact had Bindi’s eyes rolling in their sockets such was the sharp pain she felt. There was no respite just yet; Beth went to the outside as Jemma lifted Bindi in a bearhug and returned the sexual nature of Bindi’s earlier work by just sucking on her nipple for a moment, while Beth grabbed the tag rope and promptly tagged herself back in. Jemma turned so that Bindi’s back was towards her girlfriend and Beth showed a cruel side to her fighting style, raking her fingers down Bindi’s back just as the Indian woman had done to Jemma earlier. ‘You’ll never get me Bindi’ she told her as Jemma dropped Bindi to her feet, and Beth used the hair to reel her straight into a side headlock before flipping Bindi up and over her hip to the mat in the move. Bindi groaned as Beth rode partly across her, cranking up the headlock as her breasts started to smother the Indian wrestler.
‘Submit Bindi….you know you can’t cope with me any more!’ Beth taunted, reflecting her growing confidence after beating Bindi before. The Indian made no response, but she didn’t need to as her mouth captured Beth’s right nipple, teeth holding it lightly but firmly while her tongue went to work. Beth’s body went rigid for a moment, but then she regained her composure, realised that she still had the upper hand, and continued to work the headlock. She moaned a little as she felt Bindi’s tongue working on her, but the Indian wrestler’s boots beat at the mat in increased frustration. Beth was sure that she had her. ‘SUBMIT BINDI…..OOOHHAAGGGHH!’ she yelled, the command in her voice suddenly broken, not by the tongue working her nipple though. That had merely been the distraction while Bindi worked patiently for position where she could get her hand inside the waistband of Beth’s hotpants to finger fuck the blonde. ‘It’s you that can’t cope blondie….it always has been!’ Bindi told her now as her fingers went to work, bringing Beth rapidly down from that position of total control as she tried to break clear. She managed it, but flustered, she wanted to tag out only to find out that in her haste to get away, she’d left Bindi between her and Jemma in the corner. Now it was a game of cat and mouse, Bindi the cat, defending the escape routes for the mouse in Beth before going on to the attack and rushing Beth to the ropes away from the corner where Jemma waited. She fired Beth off and came out off the ropes herself so that she could snatch Beth’s short blonde hair and use it to rip her to the mat as she rebounded. Beth shrieked, hit the mat hard, and the momentum of the match turned quickly in the favour of Bindi and Yasmin.
‘This is for the atomic drop bitch!’ Bindi warned Beth, spreading her ankles and even as Beth howled in protest, trying to protect herself with outstretched arms, she delivered a cruel knee drop to the crotch. Now Beth howled, no longer in protest, but in sheer anguish and pain at the move, and Bindi smirked at Jemma before grabbing Beth’s arm and simply dragging her to the corner and a waiting tag from Yasmin. It seemed that there would be no double team on this tag as Bindi propped Beth in a half seated position up against the bottom turnbuckle. As she swapped places on the Apron with Yasmin though, she just held Beth’s hair, making sure that she had no chance to dodge out of the way as Yasmin backed up and pushed her ass into Beth’s face. It was part smother, but far more about humiliation as Yasmin rubbed her ass in Beth’s face for the moment, and Bindi smiled at Jemma again across the ring. She was trying to goad the simmering redhead into something it was clear, knowing that Priya would intercept her, and freeze Jemma out of the tag for a minute. Jemma paced anxiously, but kept herself under control for now as Yasmin went to the hair and pulled Beth up to her feet still in the corner. As Bindi walked away, hands in the air with one of them holding the long tag rope to show she was doing nothing, Yasmin draped Beth’s arms on the ropes and delivered a thrust with straight fingers to the body to really snatch Beth’s breath away.
Now a tag was made, and Bindi entered the ring confidently for Yasmin to send Beth at her, having grabbed her hair, to make sure the blonde followed in the direction that she wanted. Which was straight at Bindi’s outstretched boot, catching her in the body and dropping her to her knees, breathing fast and shallow as she found herself fighting for air. Bindi watched Yasmin go to the outside now before she pulled Beth to her feet and pushed her back into their corner. The Indian girl followed in quickly with a short splash, not really one of force, but with Beth already ailing, she wanted the close body to body contact the move gave her. She leaned into the blonde, lips teasing her to start with as she whispered ‘you’ll soon be mine, blondie’ with her lips just touching Beth’s earlobe. Then she lip locked her, a kiss of intensity and passion that had Beth squirming in anguish, her feel almost walking on the spot there in the corner. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but to respond to the kiss, her tongue starting to duel with Bindi’s even as she moaned airily. And then Bindi cut her off with a knee the body, knocking the wind out of Beth there in the corner. A tag was made as Bindi told Beth ‘not yet blondie….soon’ and Yasmin entered the ring. This time, no double team was needed, but the Turkish woman had plans as she buried a shoulder into Beth’s stomach, lifting her in the process so that she was sitting precariously on the middle turnbuckle.
That became an increasingly precarious seat as Yasmin moved to get both of Beth’s legs out over the middle ropes. The double leg trap had Beth held firm then as Yasmin leaned in to pick up with the liplock in the corner, Beth’s resistance to it starting to wane even before Yasmin’s fingers found there way inside the waistband of Beth’s red hotpants. The mere threat of further finger fucking, this time at the hands of the Turkish woman had a shudder running through Beth’s body. ‘Kinky bitch!’ Yasmin smirked as she broke off her liplock, slapped Beth’s breasts, and then tagged out to Bindi again.
‘Come on Beth, fight out of there!’ Jemma called across the ring to her girlfriend.
‘Shush Jemma….she’s a little busy right now!’ Bindi shot back as she came into the ring, her fingers grazing across Beth’s left breast before she grabbed her right breast more harshly. Two short sharp punches went into Beth’s belly, each one sapping her strength a little bit more. It was like she was stuck in a revolving door of tags now as well, Yasmin tagging back in quickly to continue the onslaught as Bindi exited through the ropes on the other side of Beth. Yasmin used the straight fingered thrust again, this time to the underside of both breasts, eliciting shrieks from Beth which she choked off with a lingering liplock before starting to finger fuck her again, slowly, in no rush to force an orgasm from the increasingly aroused blonde. ‘Beth! Fight her off!’ Jemma called across the ring anxiously, knowing where this going if the quick tags continues. But she could make no complaint of the tactic; Priya was officiating things fairly and she couldn’t intervene to stop the attacks for risk of being frozen out if Beth actually escaped from the corner. Again, Bindi tagged herself back in, cockily telling Jemma ‘why don’t you come over and help your bitch?’ as she delivered a heavy slap to Beth’s breasts.
‘OWWWW...FUCKING BITCH!’ Beth complained, Bindi turning to taunt Jemma again with that smirk; she turned quickly then, and right into a stinging slap to the face from Beth that spun her half around. Suddenly the effortless control of Bindi and Yasmin was threatened, as Beth got her right leg out of the rope trap, just in time to use it to force Bindi off her again. That gave her the space to finalise her escape from the double leg trap and she caught Bindi with another slap to the face, putting the Indian wrestler on to the back foot for a moment longer. Then, as Jemma called ‘get to me if you can Beth!’ the tables turned again just as quickly with Bindi blocking a slap and cruelly raking Beth’s eyes. The blonde had barely stopped shrieking from that by the time that Bindi had lifted her, body slammed her back to the canvas near the corner, and dropped heavily into a grinding reverse face sit on Beth. Cheekily, she looked over her shoulder at Jemma as she rolled her hips on Beth’s face and asked her ‘am I doing it right Jemma?’
‘You bitch! I’ll fucking get you!’ Jemma shot back angrily, making as if to head through the ropes only to be reminded by Priya ‘I’ll freeze you out for a minute if you come in here Jemma!’ She stopped then, in place on the apron, knowing that she could do nothing to really help her girlfriend at the moment.
‘That’s it Bindi! Smother the bitch!’ Gita encouraged now, pleased to see how things were going as Beth tried ineffectively to bridge and dislodge Bindi.
‘You might just as well give up now blondie...accept your fucking like a woman’ Bindi explained flatly, even as she reached for the tag, totally unseen by Beth. This time, she watched Yasmin enter the ring and would use her full ten seconds to smother Beth, riding her face to make sure she couldn’t see what Yasmin had planned. She felt it soon enough though as Yasmin raised her legs by the ankles and dropped a knee to the crotch before Priya ordered Bindi out. Beth’s face was reddened, flushed by the combination of the smother and the pain that she felt. She was in big trouble, and Yasmin wasted no time in rolling her to her belly, simply by grabbing her hotpants and using them as her hand holds. There she dropped in behind Beth and took her into that reverse bearhug that she’d used so effectively against Jemma earlier in the fight, hands clasped into one big fist that she pulled back harshly into Beth’s body. Beth gasped, feeling the power Yasmin first hand for the first time, trapped there with her ass pulled in tight against Yasmin’s crotch. ‘Maybe I’ll fuck you like this instead of your girl!’ she taunted Beth who tried to swat back at her with a flailing elbow. Instead, it was the punishing forearm smash of Yasmin that flattened Beth back to the mat on her belly, and the Turkish brunette coolly removed Beth’s red hotpants before tagging Bindi and putting them on to the top of the ring post in their corner.
Bindi came in and was pleased to find Beth trying to crawl on her belly towards Jemma. She measured her and dropped an elbow in her lower back heavily, making Beth cry out in pain. Bindi was enjoying every moment of this now. The way she had Beth in real trouble, the way she had Jemma all conflicted about what to do over on the apron, even the way her teamwork with Yasmin must surely have impressed Auntie Priya. She folded Beth’s legs into a figure four now, pressing her body against them quickly to keep them folded tightly against Beth’s ass. Then she smiled sweetly at Jemma and reached for a one handed grab of Beth’s short blonde hair, on the top of her head, and used it to cruelly wrench her head and chest clear of the mat. ‘OWWWW…...AAAIIIEEEEE…..BINDI YOU’RE HURTING ME!!’ Beth cried out, moving her hands to support her own chine and ease some of the pain in her scalp, even as Bindi sunk her free hand into Beth’s breasts again. Beth was in agony, looking straight towards Jemma, and now it was too much for the redhead to stay out of the action for a moment longer. She rushed in, grabbed Bindi’s hair, and pulled her roughly off her girlfriend. In turn that brought Yasmin in to tackle Jemma, knocking her off Bindi and the two cat-balled for a moment while Priya attempted to restore order.
‘You, out!’ she said pointing to Jemma. ‘And you as well!’ she continued, pointing at Yasmin.
‘But she started it!’ Yasmin protested. She had only entered because Jemma had.
‘Yes she did. And you both knew the rule….you’re both frozen out of the match for the next minute. NOW GET OUT!’ Priya instructed, firmly but fairly, just as she’d promised she would be.
Amidst the commotion, it was Bindi who had recovered her composure first, forcing Beth up and whipping her into a hard positing in the corner. Not just any corner, but the red corner where Jemma was supposed to be stationed, only Jemma was still in the ring, being admonished by Priya, frozen out of the action; there would be no tag. Instead, Beth was spun and had her face introduced to the top turnbuckle before Jemma had even made it out of the ring, her heart sinking as she knew Bindi had total control of the situation, and her girlfriend now. Bindi led Beth back a little way towards the centre of the ring, clear of Jemma in the corner, but close enough that Beth might tantalisingly think that the opportunity to tag out still existed. Then she lifted her and delivered a harsh across the knee backbreaker to jolt Beth’s body with pain. It still smarted for Bindi that Beth had beaten her in one on one competition. She would right that a little in her mind by forcing Beth to submit to her own favoured submission hold, but not until she’d delivered another heavy elbow drop across the lower back first. ‘Aaaaggggh!’Beth moaned, but Bindi moved on without a moment’s sympathy, to grab Beth’s ankles and sit down on her back, applying an excruciating boston crab to the naked blonde.
‘Aiiieeeee…..mmmnngghhh! OWWWWWW!’ Beth immediately cried out, finding herself looking at Jemma in the corner, but her girlfriend couldn’t help her now Priya had positioned herself between Beth and Jemma just enough, the clear implication being that she’d intercept any attempt by Jemma to interject against the rules again.
‘Crawl to me Beth….come on!’ Jemma implored, but there was still no way that Beth could make the distance, as her fingers clawed at the mat, trying desperately to find a way to reach Jemma. What little purchase she could find was negated by Bindi sitting deep in the hold, boots anchoring her very firmly to the ring canvas.
‘I...can’t’ Beth moaned quietly, her voice laden with pain and frustration.
‘Then submit blondie….let me fuck you. Let Yasmin have her way with Jemma. Experience what a real woman can do to you!’ Bindi implored, sure that would make Beth fight it for just a moment or two longer.
‘Aaaaaggghhh….ooohhhhh…...OWWWWWWWWW!’ Beth complained loudly, finally making Priya pay more attention to the in ring action than worrying if Jemma might try to intervene again Her experienced eye told her that Beth was undoubtedly a woman on the verge of submission.
‘Submit!’ Bindi positively demanded now. ‘Tell me I can fuck you!’ she chastised Beth now. The blonde’s eyes were screwed shut in pain.
‘YES….YES….YES! I SUBMIT!’ Beth positively screamed out in pain, unable to hold on for a moment longer.
‘SAY IT BLONDIE….SAY I GET TO FUCK YOU!’ Bindi demanded of her.
‘Ooooohhhhh…..ooooohhhhh…...YES, YES…...YOU GET TO FUCK ME!’ Beth admitted quickly, under the duress of the pain, desperate as she was to escape Bindi’s torturous hold.
‘Break the hold Bindi, she submits’ Priya confirmed, seeing that her niece was preparing to keep the hold on for a moment or two longer. ‘NOW BINDI’ she reiterated, making sure there were no complaints about her impartiality. She raised the hands of Bindi and Yasmin in victory, and then asked both ‘now it is the five minute punishment round that was agreed before the match. How do you both wish to use that?’ Priya asked.
‘I will fuck blondie’ Bindi spoke immediately, no question in her mind as to what her strategy should be.
‘I want to wrestle Jemma but she may not defend herself from my moves’ Yasmin said, her approach to punishment rounds differing from that of Bindi. It might have been different, but as Bindi stripped to put on her strap-on, it would quickly become clear that it was a complimentary strategy. Yasmin would take great care to position Jemma so that she would see her girlfriend getting fucked by Bindi.
‘Strip’ Yasmin told Jemma flatly, wanting a similarly naked opponent for this final part of the action. Jemma just shrugged, eased her thong down, and flicked it to Yasmin with her right foot; she wasn’t ashamed of being naked in the ring. ‘On all fours’ the Turkish woman told her now. Jemma complied, seeing no reason to defy the order having agreed to the consequences of losing after all, and she knew what it meant Yasmin was going to do to her for starters. Bindi had Beth positioned more or less the same as Jemma was by Yasmin, but her intent was sexual, the tip of her strap-on already teasing Beth’s pussy before Priya instructed ‘begin’ and went to the corner to keep out of the way.
‘I’ve wanted you for a long time blondie!’ Bindi exclaimed. ‘This is for putting me in there with that American bitch!’ she told her as the strap-on thrust into the blonde’s pussy Immediately her first few thrusts had Beth moaning, her eyes shut as she tried to deny Bindi’s expert touch with the strap-on. Across the ring, Yasmin pulled that harsh bearhug back into Jemma’s stomach now, and even though she tensed her impressive abs against it, she couldn’t help but groan a little, acknowledging the strength and power of the Turkish wrestler. ‘Open your eyes blondie or I’ll hurt you’ Bindi warned now. She wanted Beth looking at Jemma, having heard just how much she could get turned on by watching Jemma in trouble sometimes. Beth opened her eyes, moaning loudly in time with the thrusts of Bindi’s strap on still and shuddered as she saw Yasmin club Jemma with a forearm smash across the back before roughly grabbing her flame red hair to force her back to all fours quickly. The bearhug was back on, but as Beth looked at Jemma, she smiled at the blonde telling her with her expression that Yasmin was good, but also not really hurting her. Beth though, well she was in trouble. Bindi had got to her, using the thrusts of her strap-on like the brush stroked of a master artist. Her canvas was Beth’s pussy and her masterpiece? That would be the way she brought the blonde closer to the edge, then kept her there for a moment while Yasmin clubbed Jemma back to the mat again.
Bindi smacked Beth’s ass now, eliciting a girlish shriek from her, while Yasmin secured her bearhug again, now with Jemma flat to the mat as she started to roll her, almost like an alligator might roll with her prey. Jemma just laughed through it, even though the move was a little painful for her given the tightness of the bearhug; she just didn’t want Beth to have anything more to think about than she already did.
In truth though, that didn’t matter now; Beth wasn’t really thinking of much at all as she saw her girlfriend getting rolled left and right in front of her. Bindi had her at that point, and could push her beyond it whenever she wanted to. The time was now for that, as Priya held up a finger to show her that one minute remained in the punishment round. Yasmin noted the signal too, leaving Jemma on her back and moving into a victory face sit on here, fingers kneading her big breasts firmly. To the Turkish woman’s satisfaction, she drew a real groan from Jemma’s lips for the first time. It was more than a groan from Beth though as Bindi grabbed her hair, pawed her ass roughly, and pounded her hard with the strap-on. ‘OOOOHHHHH…...OOOHHHHH, FUUCCCKK YESSS…..YESSSSSSSS!’ she howled quickly as she was forced to squirt in orgasm there in the centre of the ring. ‘More of this whenever you want it blondie’ Bindi taunted, able to extend the orgasm with a few well times thrusts before Priya instructed ‘the punishment round is over, break ladies!’
Yasmin did so quickly, and even offered Jemma a hand to pull her up from the mat as well, a little to the surprise of the redhead. Bindi gave Beth one last smack across the ass before she left her there, back arched on her hands and knees on the mat, so that it was left to Jemma to help her girlfriend up.
‘Just remember Jemma….I’m always one step ahead of you!’ Bindi called across the ring now as Jemma gave Beth a consoling hug.
‘Bullshit Bindi….I’ll kick your fucking arse any time!’ Jemma shot back.
‘We’ll see about that’ Bindi replied with a smirk on her face. ‘That’s not how our last little match went now is it?’ she pointed out.
Jemma was quiet for a moment, unable to deny that Bindi had beaten her the last time they’d been one on one. Somehow, for all that Jemma physically held the upper-hand, the Indian woman always seemed to be able to find a way to keep things pretty even in the rivalry.
‘Thought not’ Bindi laughed, knowing that the thought was in both Jemma and Beth’ head now. ‘Maybe next time I beat you, I’ll get to fuck her again!’ she shot across the ring. Then she turned on her heel to leave the room with Yasmin and Gita in tow. She didn’t care for Jemma’s answer because she knew that the redhead would be back to fight her again soon enough, whatever other activities she might look to pursue.
After consoling Beth in the makeshift changing area, Jemma had one more thing left to do. She went to find Priya, and was surprised to find her locked in conversation with Gita.
‘Sorry to interrupt...thank you for refereeing Priya’ Jemma said, offering a hand for the firm handshake of the powerful Indian woman.
‘Thank you Jemma’ Priya smiled. ‘You’re a fighter who would be welcomed in the akhaara anytime’ the all India heavyweight ladies champion told her.
‘I don’t know if I’m quite ready for all that just yet’ Jemma admitted self consciously. ‘But thank you.’
‘More ready than you realise’ Priya told her before she went back to talking to Gita, leaving Jemma to wonder just what the two might have been discussing as she and Beth headed for home with a painful tag team defeat beneath their belts.