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The Private Arrangement
By Wolfboy
Emma gets her shot at the Smythe Champion, but in private.
‘Well I’d love to be able to fight you for the title, but right now I’m banned from fighting in public’ Emma said, in conversation with Betty the current Smythe Catfighting Champion. The American blonde had won a match to become an interim champion while Emma was defending her world title. After Emma’s loss to Toni, and the stipulations attached to that match, it was of course impossible for Emma to defend her title. Given the options, Lady Amelia had taken the only course of action open to her and awarded Betty the status of full champion. ‘And I know Amelia won’t let you defend the title privately either’ Emma stated.
‘Oh no, there’s no way she’d allow that’ Betty agreed. ‘I mean, otherwise, she could have just had you defend it in private’ she pointed out. ‘And it’s a shame, because I wanted to do the right thing and defend against you first Emma’ Betty said, a rueful smile on her face.
‘I can fight you. In front of two people at most, and totally in private’ Emma said. ‘I couldn’t even put on a mask and do it in public’ she sighed, ‘far too obvious who I am!’
‘Oh I agree’ Betty said. ‘I mean, you are just about the most recognisable catfighter out there. Which is great, but right now it’s also a problem for you I guess?’
‘It definitely is’ Emma smiled ruefully. ‘But if you want to know how it would go, we can do it privately. I mean, you’re pretty good Betty, I’m good. You must want to know how it would turn out?’ she asked.
‘Oh I do’ Betty confirmed, ‘that’s why I wanted to defend against you. But look, they’re still trying to work out who my number one contender is. I was supposed to be your number one contender, and I don’t think they looked past that. Let me speak to Lady Amelia and find out if she knows when I’ll have my title defence. If it’s not soon, then I have a little situation just now that could work for both of us’ Betty offered.
‘Sounds good’ Emma agreed. ‘So what’s this little situation of yours Betty?’ she asked.
‘Well….it’s complicated. But despite being a champion catfighter, I’m also owned as a submissive lover by the lead singer of the band Catnip because she kicked my ass….twice!’ Betty explained.
‘Sophie!?’ Emma asked, going on ‘I knew she was way too good to have stopped fighting’ she said.
‘Oh! You know her too?’ Betty asked.
‘Know her, fought her, lost to her’ Emma confirmed. ‘Don’t worry Betty, losing private fights doesn’t mean you’re not championship material. In my general experience, some of them are harder fights’ Emma suggested.
‘I know, right!’ Betty agreed. ‘The unknown factors at play are the difference. In a championship fight, then it’s much easier to know what your opponent is all about. I had no clue about Sophie. Asked her to sign something for me at a festival. She recognised me and asked me to fight her. First time, I was one of her famous one night stands. Second time, she told me I was hers until I beat her and free myself. I want to beat her, but I’m in no rush. I’m working her out first’ she explained to Emma.
‘Plus she’s fucking hot right?’ Emma smiled. ‘I mean….I’m happily married, pretty straight, but she’s quite something!’
‘There is that’ Betty allowed. ‘Thing is, she said she wanted me to fight someone for her. To entertain her. How about that someone is you?’ Betty suggested. ‘If we fight in her dungeon fight room, that’s about as private as it gets. The only thing is she might want to have something of a say in the rules maybe?’ she said.
‘Talk to her about it’ Emma agreed. ‘I’m open to most things so I don’t think it’ll surprise me too much. Let me know what she says, and lets see if we can get something worked out?’
‘I’ll be in touch’ Betty agreed, the two hugging before they parted.
* * *
It hadn’t taken too long for Betty to confirm that Sophie was happy to host such a contest between the two women. The rock chick had very little in the way of stipulations that she wanted to set for the fight either. She had accepted Betty’s suggestion that it should be a best of 3 submissions fight, largely to championship rules. Sophie’s only stipulation had been that only women could enter her dungeon while she would fuck the loser on the mats at the end of the fight. Emma was quick to accept the suggested rules, though it meant that she needed to find herself a corner woman, with Beth and Jemma out of the equation as they stayed a few days over in the States after Lexi’s pay per view show. Elaine had been the answer, happily accepting the role, and pointing out ‘that bitch can fuck me as well if you lose Em, she’s so fucking hot!’
‘Thanks for the vote of confidence’ Emma laughed, adding ‘I know though, right!’
‘Smoking hot...’ Elaine confirmed.
Everything else had been left to Emma and Betty to organise themselves, and with neither wanting there to be any advantage, they’d agree to fight with their long hair down, nails short….but not too short, and barefoot, wearing just tight club dresses that would hide absolutely nothing of their curves while the stayed in place. Neither anticipated them lasting all that long. Elaine joined in with the look, wearing a black wet look dress with a pair of over the knee boots. Sophie too, both realised, was attired pretty similarly in a black leather mini dress with black thigh boots. It was doubtful either corner-woman was wearing anything under those dresses either as all four gathered there in Sophie’s dungeon / wrestling room. Two chairs were situated at either side of the table with the restraints at the carpeted part of the room for the respective corner-women to use. And then there was the small matted area, the padded walls adorned with toys, and of course, that slightly underpowered lighting that cast the occasional pool of shadow around the mats.
‘Emma! It’s been a while!’ Sophie smiled and seeing her former opponent stood there on her mats, wearing a tight fitting green club dress that fought hard to contain her curvaceous body.
‘That it has Sophie. Betty tells me you’re still a fighter?’ Emma replied.
‘Indeed I am. Just how I hooked this one’ she said, pointing at Betty. ‘And she’s a champion too….if she beats you, then I’ll fuck you like I wish I’d have been brave enough to do when I beat you myself!’ Sophie smiled.
‘I understand. Sometimes it takes a while for us to appreciate what we really want’ Emma agreed with her. ‘And I’m fine with it. Betty and I think we need to know who’s the best, and if that stipulation makes it happen, then that’s all good’ Emma said.
‘Well that’s good’ Sophie agreed, and then said ‘I think you should both start the fight now. We’ll not bother with any introductions to waste time here.’
Both fighters needed little persuasion to do just that. Betty walked on to the mats followed by Emma, the American wearing a red dress in an identical style to Emma’s. An inch shorter, 10 lbs lighter, and with DD breasts against Emma’s E cup, Betty may have been giving up some height and weight, along with some experience, but she was determined to get the job done today. That impetus might just even up the gap for her on the stats sheet. She wanted to know who was the better woman, and that really meant that she wanted to prove it was her. There was the briefest of handshakes between the two, then Betty teed off, catching Emma with a slap to the face that stung her. As Emma went for her hair, Betty was fast to whip it out of range, with a movement of her head. Then she grabbed Emma’s arms and sent her the short distance in to the padded wall with an Irish Whip. It wasn’t the hardest of impacts, but the short distance of travel left Emma unprepared for it, and wide open to Betty lashing out one of her long legs to catch her perfectly in the belly. Emma doubled up and Betty went for a knee lift to the breasts that immediately put her back upright against the wall. Emma gasped but defended for the moment, now using the hair to pull Betty in close so she could cause less damage for the moment in a clinch against the wall. Emma wanted to try and move the blonde so that she could put her back to the wall, but Betty was stronger than she looked, and hard to move before she sent a knee into Emma’s body again. Again not the most telling blow, it landed nevertheless, and gave Emma a momentary pause which allowed Betty to adjust her grip of Emma’s auburn hair. Now Emma knew that it might be Betty’s intention to throw her and she struck back with a knee to the inside of her thigh before she tried to grind her heel into the blonde’s toes. Now she found Betty to be fleet footed enough to avoid that, and send another knee into her body. Then taking advantage of that knee landing again, she wasted no further time to deliver a hair held throw to send Emma out to the centre of the mats.
Emma got her first taste of Sophie’s wrestling mats the hard way now, courtesy of a heavy landing, and Betty was on her quickly to show she was happy to catfight in the most traditional of styles. She dropped on to Emma, tangled one hand in her hair, tried to grapevine her legs, squeezed Emma’s left breast with her right hand, and started to catball with her across the mats. ‘Bitch!’’ Emma moaned, feeling he hair pull and Betty’s fingers squeezing her breast. She responded quickly in kind, a two handed hair pull giving her a degree of control to stop the catball quickly enough in her favour. There, she took a handful of Betty’s hair, and sent a short punch into Betty’s left breast to draw the first moan of pain from the blonde. That switch in hair hold saw Betty able to restart the motion of the catball as Emma now mirrored her own grip of hair and breast, through the tight, thin fabric of the dress, each rolling over and over on the mats, until they left them and came to a stop at the feet of Mistress Sophie, sat there watching closely with great interest.
Interest, but no thought of interference as both women hacked punches into the other’s body and breasts now, before returning to the hair hold and breast maul combination and slowly rolling back towards the centre of the mats. Suddenly Betty gasped as Emma, from the bottom, trapped her legs in an inverted grapevine and spread her wide, allowing Betty’s red dress to ride up on to her hips and expose her ass.
Her base destabilised, Betty found Emma with two handfuls of hair quickly able to steer her face straight into her breasts, anchoring it there quite firmly in a smother hold. That grip of the hair meant that even this early in the fight, Betty was in deep trouble as she muttered a muffled ‘oh shit!’ at realising she was well trapped. She tried to fight it, then Emma spread her that little bit more, and she found herself even deeper in the smothering pillow of Emma’s breasts. Her fingers went to Emma’s, trying perhaps to force them out of her hair, but to little avail. She gasped for air, surprised at just how effectively applied this smother was, belatedly realising she needed to fight, not just defend against it, and she swung a couple of heavy punches into Emma’s body. Unfortunately for her, Emma wasn’t a woman unfamiliar with such treatment on the mats; she took the punches with a groan, but kept on fighting through it to maintain the smother. ‘Nnnngghhhh’ Betty moaned, quite a high pitched moan that gave voice to the degree of desperation she felt now. ‘I can’t….’ she muttered, voice quite muffled by Emma’s big breasts in her face.
‘Breathe?’ Emma said, completing the statement for Betty. ‘Well why don’t you submit then?’ she asked.
‘No!’ came the response, firm but still a hint of urgency in the muffled voice as she sent another punch into Emma’s body.
‘I can take those all day’ Emma pointed out to Betty, ‘so submit!’
There was no reply from Betty now, at least not an intelligible one, but also she didn’t throw any more punches, perhaps conserving her breath for the moment. Then the next moment was one of submission, her hands tapping at the mat, then at Emma’s body frantically before she gained her release. Emma gave Betty a little smack on her ass as she disentangled from the blonde, smoothed her dress back over her curves, and went to talk to Elaine in her corner. Betty looked a little forlorn as she headed back to Sophie in her corner, where her mistress had some stern words for her about not being so submissive when she fought for her. Betty meekly nodded, then Sophie lit a fire in the blonde, snatching her hair and slapping her face hard. ‘Fight like me, not some weak little bitch!’ she told Betty who looked surprised by the actions of Sophie. The jet haired rock chick could care less though it was clear, telling Betty ‘now show me what you’re made of groupie. I want her tonight!’
‘Heard that’ Emma laughed from the other side of the table.
‘I know’ Sophie smirked mischievously. ‘And now it’s in your head…’ she told Emma as both women returned to the mats. This was going to be a pivotal opening to the second fall; if Emma was able to carry on with her effective start then it looked like it might be over quickly for the blonde. Betty needed to change the dynamic of the fight and Emma noted the look in the blonde’s eyes as the second fall started at a rush with Betty barrelling in to Emma, all action with punches and slaps swinging wildly and connecting with Emma’s body. Emma gave ground strategically, trying to avoid the worst of it and weather the early storm from Betty, who in turn, wanted to corral Emma in against the walls of the fight dungeon. Given the small space in the dungeon, of course that could happen quickly enough, but using her experience now, Emma made sure that it would happen on her own terms. As Betty continued to hack away with punches, Emma took control of her head, timing a grab for her blonde hair well, and used it to trap her head in a front headlock. Betty let out a long groan of sheer frustration at that point, at allowing herself to get caught in another potentially dangerous situation so soon in this second fall.
With control came attacks from Emma, measured blows into Betty’s ribs to start softening the blonde up a little. Each landed accurately, hard enough, drawing just a little groan from Betty as her tight red dress did nothing to absorb any of the power. As Sophie tutted, exaggerating an eye roll at the way this fight was going for Betty, Emma delivered a downwards elbow between the shoulder blades to put the blonde on her knees. Now that allowed her to really tighten up on the front headlock as she towered over Betty, using her height to choke the blonde who was in dire trouble, knowing she needed to get to her feet to avoid the very worst of the move. As she rose, Betty grabbed the hem of Emma’s dress so that it rose up Emma’s body a little with her. Her intentions were quickly derailed though as Emma sent a heavy slap around into Betty’s right breast, converting to maul it harshly through her dress for the moment. Betty gasped, struggling it seemed to really stay in the match as Emma’s fingers probed her resistance harshly. Then, without any more delay, Emma used that elbow smash again to put Betty down on her knees, ramping up the pressure of the front headlock..
‘Come on Betty’ Emma taunted her now. ‘I expected a lot more from you’ she continued as she worked her arms in tight with the headlock now. A headlock which for Betty was bordering dangerously on becoming a highly effective guillotine choke. ‘Are you going to give up again?’ Emma asked her now, just a moment before her eyes went wide with pain. From her knees, Betty had shifted Emma’s dress aside and had a perfectly applied crotch claw on Emma who shrieked ‘ aaaagghhhhh…..you dirty fucker!’ as the pain coursed through her body. Sudden pain had shifted the momentum of the fight almost completely in a matter of a few seconds. Emma still held the headlock but the power had gone out of it totally, arms loosely in place at best. Betty got up slowly, her hand still clawing Emma’s womanhood for the moment, drawing another shrill cry of pain from Emma. Then a headbutt, delivered to the chest put Emma fully on the back foot against the wall, the padding there soft against her back for the moment. Then the hand between her legs was no longer mauling her pussy, instead lifting her as Betty showed that she was strong enough to lift and slam Emma with some authority. It was a move that Betty knew from personal experience to be pretty effective on these thin mats, having experienced such an attack herself from Sophie in the past. It was a single move to change the momentum of the fall, and one that Betty, under the approving eye of her mistress, set about making tell.
Indeed, Betty took a leaf straight from Sophie’s playbook now to open up with a hard kick to the body as soon as Emma reached all fours. That almost had Sophie purring with satisfaction. It drew a guttural moan of pain from Emma though as she rolled back to her back, raggedly trying to suck in air to recover from the heavy blow. Betty wasn’t going to let her recover quickly from the move; noting that Emma was winded, she dropped an elbow heavily, carefully targetting the body rather than the chest. That kept Emma fighting for breath as Betty moved quickly into a cross pin position, trapping both of Emma’s arms with a degree of ease. A hand was straight into Emma’s auburn hair now, ragging her head around in a circle before Betty banged the back of her head off the mats. Leaving Emma in a daze was part of the plan to move on to a breast maul, Betty’s hand heading inside the green dress Emma wore to come to bear directly on her breast.
There was a moan of pain from Emma, still a little distant and detached it seemed as the fingers of Betty forced a wave of pain through the haziness in her head. Betty smiled, confident that she had this fall under a degree of control now, then she worked her fingers harshly at Emma’s breast again. This time, the cry of pain from Emma was clearer, a sharp cry to betray the effective mauling she was suffering. Her senses clearing a little though, Emma started to struggle against Betty’s cross-pin, as best as a woman with both arms being controlled could do anyway, attempting to bridge. As her lower body rose, Betty quickly broke off the breast maul so that a heavy slap to the belly could drop Emma flat to the mat again.
‘Come on Em, get her off you!’ Elaine encouraged from the corner, but right now, Betty had the situation under control as her hand pulled at the bodice of Emma’s dress to rip it open a little. That just made it easier for her to sink back into Emma’s breast again, drawing another moan of pain, as Betty suggested ‘perhaps you should submit?’
‘NO!’ Emma replied firmly, followed by another attempt to bridge, this time managing to shift Betty a little, but only so that the blonde was more or less on her face now in a partial smother. This time it was a short punch that dropped Emma’s bridge, delivered to the body by Betty, and the fight stayed in the blonde’s favour. She decided she quite liked her position higher up Emma’s body, partly on her face now, making it that little bit harder for Emma to comfortably catch her breath. That was especially true after another body punch, accompanied again by a groan from Emma before Betty moved on to to three rapid fire slaps, crashing them off Emma’s partially exposed breast. Then the maul was back in place effectively as Emma tried to swing a knee up to catch Betty in the side. It landed, but barely, the impetus all but gone from it such was the high position Betty rode across her in. Betty slapped her breast again, and then retook the maul, and it was getting clearer from Emma’s pained expression that Betty’s breast work was starting to get increasingly painful for her. Short nails or not, Betty had them in play now, and she told Emma ‘those tits are looking pretty sore now...why don’t you submit?’
‘NO!’ Emma responded, still resolve in her voice as Betty slapped and grabbed the breast again. Emma shrieked now, her voice laden with anguish, but then she bridged once more, the desperation in the attempt proving just enough to roll Betty off her to the mat finally. Still, it was Betty who got up the quicker and maintained control with a hand on the back of Emma’s head, holding her in place, perfectly for a knee lift to the breasts. That made sure she was still feeling Betty’s work on the breasts as she tried to stagger away, only for Betty to grab her arm and turn her back to lift and body slam her a second time, allowing the impact with the thin mats to really take it’s toll. Emma stirred from that one slowly as Betty pulled and ripped at her dress a little more before forcing her up with a handful of hair. That was able to hold Emma in place for a heavy slap to her now almost completely uncovered breasts, and although Emma fired back to sting Betty’s cheek with a slap of her own, she had no defence to being swept off her feet again by the American blonde. This time she was dropped on to Betty’s outstretched leg in an over the knee backbreaker. The blonde had no intention of keeping here there to stretch her, pushing her off to the mat quickly. The blonde American sensed a woman ripe for the taking in Emma right now, and she got to her feet, stomped her in the belly, and dropped to sit on her in a reverse face pin. Just like the first fall, as Betty neatly trapped Emma’s arms beneath her shins, it looked likely that the second fall could end with a smothering submission. Betty hitched up her dress a little now, just making sure that Emma got a full face full of ass and pussy, then she sunk hungrily into Emma’s breast. It was that which drew a long shriek of ‘OWWWWW….fucking bitch!’ from Emma, all of which just went towards emptying her lungs a little more quickly.
‘I can’t fucking breathe…; she whined almost immediately beneath the effective smother now.
‘Well you’re noisy considering that’ Betty chided, ripping the front of Emma’s dress totally open now. Then her fingers latched back on to Emma’s breast, short nails sunk into the underside, where a closer look would have shown Betty’s precision taking an increased effect. Each time she attacked, her nails were going into almost exactly the same spot.
‘Aaaaggghhhhh!’ Emma cried out now beneath the effective smother as Betty just applied a little twist to the breast maul. Her fingers were punishing Emma, and her face sitting was rapidly taking Emma’s breath away now, making it tougher for her to do anything about it. She groaned again as Betty twisted her breast some more, nails still anchored in the underside of it. Then Emma tapped at the mat furiously screeching ‘I submit! I submit!’
Betty got off Emma and went back to her side of the room and a seat as Sophie again grabbed her hair, but this time to tell her ‘much better groupie...you’re learning!’ before she kissed her as she sat down to straddle Betty’s lap. Emma took a moment to get herself up off the mats before she walked back to Elaine on her side of the room. She was just moving a little gingerly, body feeling the effects of the slams, while her breasts definitely felt those of Betty’s fingers. Perhaps fortunately for her, the blonde American was somewhat distracted from her condition by Sophie’s attention just now. Elaine quietly went to work on her while Emma elected to lose her dress at this point. It had been completely torn open by Betty after all, and Emma reasoned it was just as likely to get in the way as protect her from anything now. Elaine did what she could in that brief spell between the falls, but all too soon perhaps for Emma, the two fighters were heading back on to the mats, Betty’s eyes lighting up as she noted the stiffness in Emma’s movements.
Her intent to attack from the off was slowed up straight away though by an instruction to ‘strip’ from Sophie. ‘I don’t want you to have an unfair advantage groupie’ she explained. ‘But…’ Betty managed before Sophie raised a finger to her lips to quieten her protest as it formed. ‘Meet her on even terms’ Sophie whispered to Betty now. ‘I’ll be very impressed with you when you beat her like that’ she told her charge. Betty questioned the logic of Sophie no further, and she removed her tight red dress before she returned to the mats to face Emma. Both naked, Betty’s neatly waxed pussy versus Emma’s neatly trimmed landing strip, something that the blonde observed with a degree of interest. Then she spotted the reddening of Emma’s breasts where she had worked on them too, and smiled. Emma moved straight away to circle with the blonde, moving so that her right breast was the furthest away from Betty, looking to keep that out of her grasp for now at least. A game of cat and mouse then, a dangerous one for cat and mouse alike though as both retained the potential to strike at the other effectively in this situation. It led to a slow opening to the final fall of the fight, Betty not wanting to rush into an error while Emma was also in no rush to go on the attack either. The near stalemate ensued amid a dearth of early action, Emma landing a slap to the shoulder while Betty used her long legs to land with a couple of kicks to Emma’s thighs. Nothing that troubled either woman so far as the circling continues a moment or two longer before Betty looked to force the pace, trying to close in behind a flurry of slaps that might have driven Emma back to the padded wall of the dungeon but for a perfectly timed front kick pushed out to catch Betty flush in the belly. Now the moment of the attack switched and Emma went on the offensive, holding Betty by the hair and getting a knee into her body to keep her under pressure. A forearm smash to the chest followed, Emma targetting Betty’s breasts for a little bit of punishment now and she kept up the pressure slapping the blonde’s face hard as well. With Betty on the back foot, Emma waded in confidently, trying to take full advantage with a couple of hard body punches, then she reached for the hair again. Now it was Betty’s turn to counter, even as Emma’s fingers tangled in her blonde locks. She caught Emma with a stiff fingered thrust, nails driven up into the underside of Emma’s already tenderised right breast.
Emma’s fingers fell from Betty’s hair as the look of pain registered on Emma’s face, stopping her progress. A right hand was whipped in low to her body by Betty now, delivered with enough force to wind Emma before a rake of the eyes had Emma screeching ‘You bitch! My fucking eyes!’
‘Mmmmm….too bad bitch!’ Betty told her, sinking another punch into Emma’s body, and then she got in behind Emma, taking her in what could have been described as a bear hug from behind. Her hands were clasped together a little higher than usual though, closed across Emma’s breasts so that when she showed some impressive strength, she could lift Emma’s feet off the mats and put the pressure on her already sore breasts. Of course, Emma moaned in pain, but she quickly shot back ‘no way’ when Betty challenged her ‘you’d probably better submit now Emma!’
‘Fair enough’ Betty smiled. ‘It’ll get worse for you now anyway bitch!’ she continued, spinning Emma so that she could waist lock her. It was the prelude to the pussy pounding atomic drop, a move that Emma was able to block cleverly by pushing off Betty’s body to land just clear of her outstretched leg. Again, momentum switched with that, and a follow up chop, high across Betty’s breasts before the blonde rose saw Emma on the attack. She wasn’t prepared for Emma’s display of athletic ability now either as she jumped to deliver a flying drop kick from a standing start. Betty crashed to the mat, clutching her breasts where Emma’s feet had landed. The landing on the mat wasn’t much easier on Emma though after the slams she’d endured in the previous fall, meaning that she wasn’t all that quick to rise either. Still, she was up in time to get a hand in Betty’s hair as she rose to hold her perfectly for a slap to the face now. Betty grimaced, more from the burning pain in her scalp as Emma wrenched her the rest of the way to her feet by that grip of the hair, than anything else, then sent her on the short ride into an impact with the wall via an Irish Whip. Betty hit hard, but knew better than to stay in place there for another attack, and she burst back off the wall to tie Emma up in a clinch, grabbing hair and clawing at her body. Emma had no choice other than to meet Betty head on with that, attacking her in the same style as their bodies slammed into each other. This was catfighting at the closest of quarters now, neither giving the slightest bit of space as nails scratched at already sore bodies. Hair was pulled fiercely too, each woman just starting to litter the mat with strands of the other’s hair.
Off the mats, both Elaine and Sophie looked on with intense interest at the two women locked in combat. Knees started to come into play from both women too, testing their bodies; neither Elaine nor Sophie could really fathom out which way the action would turn next. After what felt like an eternity in that clinch to Betty and Emma as each, quite simply, tried to hurt each other, the action suddenly moved on at pace. Emma tried to push Betty away only to find the space seeming to allow the blonde American to strike tellingly with a thrust to the throat. As Betty went on the attack though, she found it took more than her poorly timed thrust to stun Emma who fired back a heavy stinging slap across the blonde’s breasts. Surprise was still registering on her face as Emma grabbed her arm, and her hair, spun her, and clamped her in a sleeper hold. As Emma jumped up on Betty’s back, making her carry 175lbs of auburn haired amazon, the blonde’s legs wobbled, threatening to betray her at a key moment in the fight until she regained them, and stood firm. She had a problem though; Emma had the sleeper on well, and no woman, no matter how tough they were, could resist such an attack indefinitely.
Betty’s eyes showed concern but not panic as she realised her predicament though, They searched the room as she recalled the layout of the area and remembered the table with the restraints positioned in between Sophie and Elaine. Instinctively she knew that was the least forgiving surface in the room, and carrying Emma on her back still, she ran her back first into the edge of the table. ‘OOOOHHHHH FUCK!’ Emma groaned loudly as the edge of the table set the pain in her back burning again now, and crucially, the sleeper hold was broken as Emma dropped to her knees on the carpeted area of the floor.
Now Betty would demonstrate a ruthless streak that she’d perhaps not shown previously, teased out of her by Sophie across their meetings as well as a period as her forced submissive lover. This wasn’t quite the blonde who had been taken advantage of at first by Claire, or for that matter, than had lost twice to Sophie. She delivered a knee to Emma’s body, targeting her already pained right breast to some effect, then stayed on it as she lifted Emma as if she was going to slam her, but lifting her from behind instead. Elaine probably saw it coming a split second before Emma did from the glint in Betty’s eyes as she simply dropped Emma breasts first on to the edge of the table in the cruellest of tit busters. Emma was left with her upper body spread out across the table as she groaned in pain, barely moving. Bent at the waist, her feet were on the floor, while her arms were spread out in front of her on the table. If the expectation might have been for Betty to stay on the breasts though, she showed once again that she had learned from Sophie. She knew Emma wasn’t going to move quickly just now, but also knew how to make sure things stayed that way as she walked to the opposite side of the table. Less familiar with her surrounds, or maybe just simply in no state to do anything about it, Emma’s left hand was trapped in once of the restraints before she’d really known what was going on. Belatedly she tucked the other hand beneath her body now, perhaps hoping in some way she could use it to defend herself.
‘Whatever’ Betty smiled, ‘it’s not going to help you now’ she told Emma, sauntering round behind the table again. She smacked Emma’s ass hard now, the flat of her hand leaving a clearly visible handprint there, before a heavy forearm squashed Emma’s breasts painfully into the table now. Unable to get away, Emma braced herself for the inevitable breast maul as she complained ‘you cheating cunt!’
‘Oh spare me’ Betty laughed, ‘you’re just upset you didn’t think to use it first’ she told Emma as she warmed her ass with a heavy smack again. Then, as Emma braced herself for the inevitable tit attacks to start, Betty surprised her once and for all, in a decisive manner, kicking her legs apart almost like a policewoman with a suspect spread out over their car. There was no reading of rights though, just a search, and a deep one at that, of Emma’s womanhood, in an excruciatingly painful pussy claw. The decibels went through the roof in the dungeon straight away. Emma was in agony, no more so than when Betty found her clit a moment later as she introduced a second hand into the mic. ‘OOOHH FUCKING HELL! OWWWWW! YOU FUCKING….CUNT!’ Emma screamed at the top of her voice.
‘Submit!’ Betty demanded, adding ‘let her fuck you!’ just to make sure that Emma would try to resist some more. Another howl of pain, almost one of desperation, then quietly Emma moaned ‘please…..stop! I submit!’
‘Then she gets to fuck you?’ Betty asked, easing but not releasing the claw hold completely.
‘Yes!’ Emma agreed immediately, ‘just stop, please!’ she asked, and Betty did as she was asked. The blonde smiled as she said ‘I guess I know now!’
‘Are you going to untie me now you cheat?’ Emma asked Betty who laughed and got as far as ‘I guess….’ before Sophie cut in. ‘No, leave her there for now groupie!’ she said, deciding that she wanted Emma all tied up to fuck her.
‘Not…’ Betty said, just trailing her fingers across Emma’s ass as she left her there tied up and partly on the table.
‘You bitch!’ Emma complained.
‘But Mistress Sophie said…’ Betty replied, a smile on her face still at how this had all turned out. Emma pulled at the restraint on her wrist for a moment, but then she noticed Elaine’s eyes tracking the movements of Sophie across the room. She grabbed Betty’s hair once more, kissing her with a rough passion, before telling her ‘you did well groupie…..today. Now why don’t you entertain Emma’s friend upstairs while I have a little bit of quality time with Emma?’
Betty needed no further instructions, grabbing Elaine by the hand to lead her upstairs away from the dungeon, but not before Elaine was able to ask ‘I want to fight you one day Sophie. Would you?’
‘Of course’ Sophie agreed. ‘Fight you, and fuck you like a whore. You know how to find me now, so just ask me when you’re ready.’
Elaine and Betty left the room now, and only as Sophie turned back towards Emma did she catch a proper sight of the impressive black strap-on the tattooed rock chick now wore.
‘I should have done this to you years ago Emma….now don’t worry, this will be quick and rough!’ she laughed, before she violated Emma from behind and Emma moaned in a mixture of frustrated embarrassment and pleasure that she couldn’t help but admit to quickly. The fight with Betty, and especially the rough and dirty tactics that the blonde had used had excited Emma more than she had realised. As she howled and whined in time with Sophie’s expert use of the strap-on, she was left wondering just what would happen next in this stage of her fighting career.