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You Little Bitch
By Wolfboy
Sara’s mystery challenger is revealed
“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a mystery challenger, office girl cage catfight, with no rules or time limit, set for one submission, for the Hong Kong Syndicate catfighting championship. First to approach the cage is our champion, the Sassy Southern Belle, Sara! She is 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighs in tonight at 175lbs, measuring 40F-29-40 and brings a record of 48 wins and 15 defeats to the cage. And she is accompanied to the cage this evening by Miss Kensi Welsh, the former Smythe Lightweight catfight champion” the announcer informed the crowd gathered around the cage in the brightly lit but largely disused warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The Hong Kong title was one that Sara had defended on a number of occasions with success, but always before she had known who she would fight in advance. Tonight was different. Tonight had the element of the unknown about it for her, with the mystery challenger stipulation seeming to play right in to the hands of whoever that was going to be.
In keeping with the theme of the fight, Sara came to the ring dressed for the occasion, wearing a business suit in her trademark red colour; short skirt slashed almost to the hip her one concession to the real business at hand here tonight of fighting. She wore a white short sleeved blouse, a red jacket, and while it wasn’t evident right now, a bra and thong in red lace. Red fishnet hold-ups and a pair of red high heels were the final touches for Sara whose mane of strawberry blonde hair flared spectacularly from her head. Behind her, Kensi, a lighter blonde, was almost a smaller mirror image of her mentor., wearing a black business suit in the exact same style as Sara’s. She had black fishnet hold ups on her powerful legs, and a pale blue short sleeved blouse. While Sara had kicked off her heels before entering the cage, leaving them on the outside so that she would fight barefoot, Kensi, wearing a tall black stiletto heel, had left hers on as she followed her mentor into the cage.
Sara paced the cage, a little anxiously in truth now despite the level of experience she had. The surprise challenger stipulation had her a little on edge. “And her opponent and challenger….” the announcer picked up now, the lights focussed, along with almost every eye in the room, on the door that the mystery challenger would burst out of any moment. With that focus, almost everyone in the arena missed the opening blow of the fight getting delivered then by Kensi with a punishing knee right to the middle of a totally unsuspecting Sara’s back, dropping her to her knees in front of her. Kensi shrugged off her black jacket, and even as the announcer continued “from England, at 5 feet 2 inches, 143lbs and 36DD-25-36…” she had that black jacket wrapped snugly around the throat of the surprised champion. A betrayal had taken place, abusing Sara’s trust of her young fighting protege, and she was left in little doubt that the match was now officially underway as she gasped “NO”! To the referees question as to if she wanted to submit. Only after darting from the cage did the female announcer finish announcing the challenger, “with a record of 20 wins and 5 losses, Kensi Welsh?” she said, her voice even slightly questioning of that fact. Question or not, Sara was in trouble with the diminutive blonde making the fast start to the match, and using that to punish an opponent who had been unsuspecting of the attack, right to the point that it happened.
“Why?” Sara wondered in her mind. Though she voiced it as “get the fuck off me you little cunt!” with a little strain in her voice due to the jacket Kensi had in tightly around her throat. Whether she liked it, or even understood it, there was no question that if she remained in the jacket choke for too long, a submission would come, or she would pass out. Either way, the result would be the same; the loss of her Hong Kong Championship.
“Bitch…” she hissed at Kensi who remained silent and stoically determined for now, knowing that she could win the title this way. All she had to do was relentlessly choke Sara, because in the end, toughness would not matter if she couldn’t catch her breath. But then the strawberry blonde started to swing her elbows back furiously. Connecting with Kensi’s body tellingly three or four times before the short blonde firecracker was forced off her. That was respite for Sara, but of the most fleeting nature. Kensi just came straight back in with Sara still trying to regain her bearings on her knees, and from behind, she viciously raked the eyes of her mentor.
“Fucking little cunt!” Sara shrieked in protest, her vision assaulted and in no way helping her to defend as Kensi walked round and delivered a kick across her breasts, knocking Sara back to the mat in front of a still shocked crowd. Kensi still had her heels on, navigating her way around the cage with a grace and poise on them, to cruelly grind one of those stiletto heels into Sara’s breast. Grateful of the degree of cover offered by her jacket, blouse and bra, Sara still cried out in pain and no little surprise from the actions and approach of the younger blonde who she had helped guide back to being a confident fighting woman. Standing over Sara, Kensi punished the strawberry blonde suddenly with a heavy leg drop, her thick thigh landing powerfully across the face of the champion. The size and weight difference between the two women had been thoroughly neutralised at the moment, and down on the mat, Kensi used Sara’s hair to position Sara’s face in her crotch before closing her thick thighs around it. It was one area of the game where Kensi could match up to any woman. Her thick thighs did little to hide the power they held, and nor for that matter did the loud groan that Sara let out as she started to put the squeeze on her. That it was a little muffled as well showed the dual threat of this hold for Sara; not only was she trapped in a strong head scissors, she was also getting pussy smothered to some extend by her challenger. She groaned again, a degree of desperation in her voice as she did so. “Submit Sara….I’ve got you. You can’t get out of it!” Kensi confidently said, her hand leaving Sara’s strawberry blonde locks so that she could push both hands to the mat, raising the level of her hips to increase the intensity of the hold. It increased the intensity of Sara’s pained moans too, highlighting, as if there were any doubt of it, that she was in trouble here. “Submit!” Kensi insisted again.
“No way!” Sara managed between her moans of pain. There was little thought of submission in her mind though, no matter how much she’d been caught out here. Kensi just squeezed again, thick thighs rippling with power as she remained convinced that this scissor hold and pussy smother combination was her key to getting the job done. And then Sara hit her. Once, a solid punch to the ribs that made the younger blonde realise for the first time perhaps the power of the woman that she was up against. She dropped back to the mat so that she could try to tuck her arms in her sides, hoping to defend before she squeezed Sara again. The strawberry blonde was having none of it though, landing another punch, her aim just above Kensi’s arm, into her body, and as the scissor hold weakened further, she forced her way, partly at least, to her feet. Now Kensi’s shoulders were on the mat, and her legs, still around Sara’s head, pointed to the lights in the Hong Kong Syndicate arena. Suddenly her position was compromised a little but she didn’t see that straight away, preferring to maintain her scissor hold until Sara sent a kick into her body, and then another, and the blonde challenger broke free. She did so just in time to narrowly avoid an angry stomp aimed at her breasts by the champion who was not in the mood for fun and games at this point. On opposite sides of the cane now, both women got to their feet and looked at each other.
Sara shrugged off her red jacket and pitched it out over the top of the cage before she asked Kensi “are we really going to do this Kensi? Are you really sure?”
“I want your title!” Kensi shot back across the cage at her.
“Well, what you’re going to get is hurt you silly little cunt” Sara told her flatly. “That is unless you tell me who put you up to this!”
“Fuck you….this was my decision” Kensi said, though her voice wavered a little as she said it, making Sara realise that she may not totally be telling the truth.
“Fair enough….well take your fucking shoes off and get ready to take your beating like a woman….or a whining little bitch. I really don’t care which it is!” Sara told the blonde who had lost the element of surprise now. She would have to beat a bigger, stronger woman, head to head now to succeed in her aim. Like it or not, the goalposts had moved for her given that she’d failed to put Sara away during the period where she had the element of surprise.
The blonde challenger looked at her shoes which Sara had told her to take off, and she shrugged, seeing that they gave her some extra height, and knowing that it might just mean some extra force behind her kicks if they landed. She started to circle with Sara instead, confident that she was fleet footed enough on her heels for it to not really matter. Sara scowled at the blonde for her actions, but she started to circle with her too, calculating how to steer clear of the attacks that would inevitably come if Kensi got desperate. Reach favoured Sara and she was in range well before Kensi was, slapping the blonde’s face hard. Kensi’s eyes did well not to betray the shock she’d felt and getting hit full force by Sara. She’d tasted the slaps of the strawberry blonde in training before, now realising for the first time perhaps that Sara had tailored them to the situation and they had been some way short of what she was capable of. Kensi regathered herself quickly, but Sara was on her quicker, a knee straight to the stomach to test the abs of the blonde, More importantly perhaps, as she gasped, Sara was on her, pressing forward so that Kensi felt the cage wall on her back through her pale blue blouse.
The blonde knew how to fight; she was a fighter at heart after all and she swung back at Sara, making the strawberry blonde eat a slap to the face, before a right hand seemed to just bounce off Sara’s body. In return, Sara grabbed blonde hair, pushing Kensi’s head back so that the back of it was against the cage wall. She leaned her body in to Kensi, 5 feet 9 inches and 175lbs of her frame threatening to engulf the smaller blonde as she ground her into the cage for a moment. “Tell me who…” she whispered to the blonde, barely waiting for the quiet reply of “no” to escape Kensi’s lips before she opened up the space between them and slammed a right hand home, just below Kensi’s left breast. Sara pressed into the blonde again as she groaned loudly, preventing her from going down after the heavy shot. Kensi moaned softly, winded by the hard punch, but with her feet close to Sara’s, she simply tried to tread on the champion’s bare feet in her shoes. “Little bitch!” Sara protested as she had to evade that quickly, before she wrenched the blonde into a headlock by her hair, and promptly rolled her up and over her hip to the mat.
On the mat, Kensi shrieked as both of her ankles were captured by Sara, her legs lifted and spread by the strawberry blonde, making her fear a knee drop to the pussy perhaps. Instead, the immediate target for Sara was Kensi’s footwear which Sara quickly pulled off her feet. Then she surprised the blonde with her speed, dropping her legs to the mat, and delivering a heavy elbow drop across her breasts. As Kensi’s body jerked up with that heavy impact, Sara was straight on to the attack again, going to the hair, and forcing Kensi to crawl after her towards the centre of the cage. The blonde was encouraged to her feet there by Sara, only to be cruelly cut back down again straight away with a heavy elbow around the back of the head. Dropped to her knees, Kensi shook her head, trying to clear the fog set there by the elbow smash as Sara quietly told her again “just say who….”. When she went back to Kensi’s hair though, the younger blonde lunged for her with an elbow of her own to the body. Effective enough, but Sara simply wasn’t in the mood for it, and she she just ripped Kensi to her back again by her flowing blonde hair.
“OWWWW! Bitch!” Kensi hissed at her in protest.
“Mmmhmmm, you’ve no fucking idea how right you are girl!” Sara told her in reply before delivering a stomp to the breasts. That saw Kensi cry out loudly, rolling away from Sara and clutching herself while Sara scrabbled for a grip of her pale blue blouse, so that she could wrench her to her back at the cost of a couple of buttons. With Kensi on her back, she found the blondes DD breasts, now partly exposed by those missing buttons, to be an inviting target to sink her fingers into. Kensi moaned at the strong grasp of the champion now, a moan that became a shriek as she was forced to her feet that way and then thrown across the cage in what could only be described as a tit biel! Kensi landed heavily but still tried to roll though it, only to find Sara coming at her fast. There was no real finesse about the attack from the strawberry blonde either, she just came in with a knee to the body, barely breaking her stride to land it as she bowled Kensi to the mat on her back. Then she lunged for her, a full body splash as she used all of the 175lbs that had put Kensi on her back to try and keep her there.
Kensi groaned as Sara took up something of a cross pin position on the blonde, inviting the hand that tangled loosely in her strawberry blonde locks so she could slap her face. It was almost a dismissive blow, delivered half force to taunt the challenger that she was already under Sara’s control. Kensi squirmed, wanting out from under the heavier champion, but her legs simply provided a moving target for the slaps that Sara idly flicked at them. All the time, her eyes just remained locked with those of her impromptu challenger. “I’m not even that mad at you…” she told her. “Disappointed….not mad. I know whose idea this is, but I want you to tell me” she repeated.
“Get off of me!” Kensi protested, groaning loudly as Sara balled up her fist and delivered it right on the waistband of her short skirt. It was delivered with authority to keep Kensi winded, and under the control of Sara who swatted another couple of slaps at Kensi’s thighs, taking advantage of the way her skirt had ridden up to the way she was writhing on the mat.
“Bitch….I said get off me!” Kensi complained now. Sara just looked at her and captured her right breast in a death grip to bring a flare of pain to the blonde’s eyes.
“Well, I want you to tell me who told you that this was a good idea….bitch” Sara told Kensi, mauling her hard and making her moan again. “So one of us isn’t getting what they want here….but” Sara continued, using the grip of Kensi’s breast to encourage her to her feet “up you get if you insist”. It was a short lived feeling of relief for the younger challenger though as Sara whipped her into the wall of the cage with authority, Kensi’s curvaceous body reaching a juddering halt against the mesh fence. Sara followed in, her slap across the face carrying enough sharpness to snap Kensi’s face to the side, before a right hand followed up to the belly, and Kensi sagged against the wall of the cage, looking ripe for the taking. Sara thought it too, and she backed up a few steps before launching into an attempted splash against the wall of the cage.
Kensi might well have looked to be dead centre in Sara’s sights, but as she took off for her, the short blonde challenger moved right at the last second so that it was Sara who look the heavy impact on the cage wall. An opening, no matter how slight, was all that it needed for Kensi to burst back into action now. Having side stepped deftly, she stepped back in with a couple of punches to the lower back, then grabbed the hair. She hoped to use that to introduce Sara’s face to the wall of the cage, but found the strawberry blonde’s hands gripping the cage wall to brace herself and prevent it from happening. That earned her a punch whipped round into the tight gap between the cage wall and her body. Sara groaned and felt Kensi in her hair again, and braced again to protect herself against another attempt to send her face into the cage wall. It didn’t come though; Kensi had a different plan as she jumped up onto Sara’s back, clinging on with her powerful legs wrapped tight around the body of the champion. The hand in the hair just helped Kensi to secure her choke, quickly converted to a sleeper hold by the blonde, and for the second time, Sara was in plenty of trouble as she let out a surprised gasp. Her protege had her in trouble for the second time, thick thighs sawing into her body as she looked to work her arm in tighter around Sara’s throat. There was a wobble of the legs from Sara as she tried to come to terms with the extra 143lbs that she was carrying on her back. An extra 143lbs that was trying it’s best to put her out!
“Submit! Go on….give up!” Kensi told her loudly, straight in to her ear, convinced as she was that the wobble of the knees was a sign of weakness. That thought came just before Sara straightened up and ran her back into the cage wall though, making the blonde moan loudly. She clung on though, for now, like a sexy limpet stuck to Sara’s back, trying to keep the sleeper on as Sara lurched forward a few paces and then went back again, sandwiching the blonde between her and the wall of the cage. This time the sleeper was broken with a big groan from Kensi as she felt the wind crushed out of her her by the two impacts with the cage, Sara stayed in place there for a moment now, using her body to just grind Kensi into the wall, and she paid a price for it. Kensi was a desperate young woman right now, realising that in straight up action, she was over-matched in most facets by a bigger, and more experienced woman. She reached around and simply raked the eyes of the strawberry blonde champion who screeched in anguish at having her vision assaulted so.
Instantly, Kensi had to go on the attack, and she grabbed the hair before cruelly now introducing Sara’s face to the wall of the cage. That was an unforgiving impact, and it left Sara more than a little stunned as she stumbled back off the cage wall, clutching at her face. Kensi followed her, jumping up again, as if she might be going back to that sleeper hold again. This time though, she utilised something new with a flying bulldog headlock to take Sara down, face first to the canvas. Clever from Kensi, it kept Sara more than a little stunned as she landed it, and in a matter of seconds, with good use of the champions hair, Kensi almost had Sara pulled into a ‘69’ reverse head scissors to put her crushing thighs to their best use.
Almost, but not quite. Sara hadn’t become one of only two women to hold the Hong Kong Syndicate championship by not being resilient. She wasn’t a two time champion due to any lack of resourcefulness in a match. As Kensi thought that she was about to seal the deal and squeeze her mentor to submission, Sara changed the question completely, as she used her thumb to oil check the curvy blonde who suddenly howled in anguish as she found herself frozen into inactivity. Sara quickly shifted her body to the side, rolling the almost rigid challenger off her before cruelly kicking her in the stomach as both lay there on the canvas for the moment. As Kensi gasped, gagging for air a little from the harsh kick, Sara was getting herself back up off the canvas to take advantage. There was no doubt that Kensi had been able to test her, but now was the time to put the blonde away. She went to the hair to peel Kensi up off the canvas, and before her challenger had any chance to react to that, she waist-locked her and dropped her astride her outstretched thigh in a pussy pounding atomic drop. Kensi didn’t manage to voice the moan of pain that formed in her throat due to the shock of the pain sent coursing through her by the impact. Frozen on Sara’s thigh for a moment, it just gave Sara the chance to rip the rest of Kensi’s pale blue blouse open before a heavy double handed shove to the chest sent her sprawling to the mat.
Grabbing the hair, Sara was on Kensi quickly to pull her face against her raised knee before stomping her foot to the canvas, letting the shock wave play out through the blonde’s jaw. Kensi was reeling as Sara released her hair, letting her fall to the mat before following her down with a heavy leg drop across the breasts. It looked like the opening for a head scissors perhaps, but she didn’t take it, instead choosing to plant her knee on the blonde’s stomach before pulling both of her breasts free of her black bra. A slap swatted across Kensi’s right breast as the strawberry blonde looked down on her now somewhat beleaguered challengers, before taking a grip of her blonde hair. “I know who it was Kensi” Sara told her, slapping her face lightly as the blonde pushed at her leg, trying to get her knee off her belly where it was just cutting in on her ability to catch a breath now. “And I don’t really want to hurt you” Sara continued, “but you are going to have to tell me, or I will.”
Kensi made as if to answer defiantly, but the words never got to leave her mind as Sara slapped them right out of her mouth before they’d even had time to form there. “NO KENSI…..JUST FUCKING TELL ME” Sara spoke firmly now; there was a degree of command about her voice that shook Kensi’s confidence a little bit more. “It was” she started, not quite able to bring herself to finish the sentence. Patience wearing thin, Sara sunk hungrily into her exposed left breast now, nails digging in to the sensitive flesh to sharpen Kensi’s focus on the matter.
“I know it was your fucking mum Kensi….wasn’t it?” Sara challenged; Kensi’s eyes darted away from Sara’s, looking to the left as she muttered “no….it was my idea!”. Sara slapped her face again, harder this time, the crisp report of palm on cheek clear for all to hear. “Bullshit Kensi!” Sara laughed at her protege. “I know you don’t want to say it, but she’d no good for you as a fighter. Shit….she spanked your ass publicly. What are you protecting her from?” she questioned, going back to kneading her breast harshly so that she brought that look of pain back to Kensi’s face.
“Because….you’ll hurt her” Kensi whined now. It was confirmation in Sara’s eyes of what she had suspected all along here.
“So it was her!” she declared.
“Yes….please don’t” Kensi practically sobbed.
“I knew it!” Sara exclaimed. “Thing is Kensi, she’s not wrong that you were ready for a title. It’s just not this one!” Sara told the blonde challenger. Then she shifted forward quickly to sit squarely on the surprised blonde’s face, smothering her in a move not often seen from the champion. “Submit Kensi...I’ll forgive you, but submit to me right now!” Sara told her challenger who weighed her options up quickly, attempting a bridge to escape the face sit as she did. She found the heel of Sara’s hand low in her belly to drop that with just the right amount of force. Kensi had nowhere to go and Sara looked imperious sat on her face with her hands on her hips. “Give up Kensi….don’t be ridiculous!” Sara told the younger blonde now.
It didn’t take much longer before Kensi’s hands were tapping at the mat and the butt that had perfectly engulfed her face to smother her to defeat. Sara’s fury was long gone, she’d just needed to win her match to make sure that she retained her title. And what was left of her anger wasn’t really targeted at Kensi any more as she got off her. No, she even helped Kensi up off the mat, gave her a quick hug, and then sent her on her way from the cage, telling her “go back to my dressing room, not yours, we need to talk Kensi.” Then she’d enjoyed the cheers of the adoring Hong Kong crowd as she’d paraded the title belt around the cage before heading back there. Kensi might have feared it, but she wouldn’t be the one to feel the real wrath of the Hong Kong champion. No, that dubious honour might just be reserved for her mother, Tasha!