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The Welsh Capitulation

By Wolfboy

Sara knows who to blame, and she’s out to make her point once and for all

After the win against Kensi, the challenges continued to come thick and fast for Sara, and at first it might have seemed like that was going to prevent her from having it out with Tasha Welsh. But then she considered it again. It was the fighting lawyer, Tameka, who had challenged her again, demanding a this chance to get a win over the star catfighter. The thing was, Sara was really determined that it needed to be Tasha that was going to feel her wrath next. A plan formed in her mind; that was what she would do, and if she got to fuck with Tameka’s psyche a bit along the way, well al the better!

She phoned the tough black lawyer the following day, just before boarding her fight from Hong Kong to the U.K., and there was mischief in her voice as she told her “you have to earn another shot at me. I mean, you’ve got to show me that you’re worth my time, because I’ve beaten your ass twice now girl!”

“Well fuck you Miss High & Mighty….I’ll come on over there and kick your bitch ass right now!” Tameka had hollered angrily in reply.

“Calm down….you’re hurting my fucking ears more than you hurt me in the fight last time bitch!” Sara laughed in reply.

“Your leaky tits last time suggest otherwise!” Tameka shot back at her.

“Fair one” Sara agreed. “Though I seem to recall you being the bitch that gave up….again. I’m sure Lara has the pictures somewhere if you need the reminder of it…” she sniped.

“Touché….bitch” Tameka allowed. “I still want you again. I’m gonna kick your bitch ass” Tameka challenged, reiterating her desire to fight with Sara once more.

“All in good time….all in good time. But you see I have a bitch that needs teaching a lesson first of all. Then I’ll get to you….but I want you to fight someone else first. Think of it as a warm up. You get me if you win, she gets me if you don’t” Sara told Tameka.

“I’m listening” Tameka allowed, though her voice was tinged with some disappointment. It was Sara that she really wanted again. “So, who do you want me to beat up?” she asked.

“A bitch called Kate. I fought her in an outdoor dirt pit. She likes to milk girls, just like you….you’ll like her” Sara smiled. “I’ll send you some details to get it all set up through Southern Belles. They’ll host it, but that means that there will be a small crowd. You’re going to have to get used to that if you want to keep fighting top drawer catfighters like me, bitch!” she told Tameka.

“I’ll whip her ass and turn that dirt pit muddy with her milk and her fucking tears!” Tameka told Sara confidently. Sara couldn’t really deny that the thought of Tameka doing just that to Kate excited her, and she knew that the powerful black woman was up to what she threatened pretty much. “You’d better make sure that you beat whoever you’re going to fight as well bitch. I don’t fight against losers” Tameka sniped back.

“Oh, don’t you worry. I’m going to kick this bitches ass from here to the middle of next week. She’s got it coming!” Sara told Tameka. “Look. I’ve got to go. Flight to catch, butts to kick. I hope I’ll be seeing you real soon though bitch” she finished.

“You’re damn right you will be bitch” Tameka agreed, then Sara was gone, hustling towards the gate to catch her flight to the U.K.

* * *

It wasn’t Kensi that Sara was mad with really for the sneaky way that she’d taken a shot against her title in Hong Kong. No, she’d dealt with that in the cage, and in an odd way, she’d been pleased to see that the young woman who had become her protege somewhat after having a very public falling out with her mother, had actually turned into a pretty competent catfighter. What she wasn’t pleased with was the bad advice that it seemed Tasha Welsh had managed to plant in her daughter’s head again. Sara had taken time and shown a patience few had thought she’d had in her to rebuild the shattered confidence of the young blonde. Losing a fully competitive public catfight to your mum and then getting spanked by her would tend to do that to a girl after all. But now that confidence was rebuilt, the last thing Kensi really needed was for anyone to start giving her ideas that she wasn’t going to be able to back up.

Sara was going to tell Tasha exactly that, and then she knew where that was going to go. Either Tasha would agree and the whole thing would end amicably enough, or Tasha would try to get physical with her. As she went to bed that evening, Sara really found herself hoping that it might be the latter, and Tasha Welsh would try to fight her. Despite her match with Kensi only days earlier, she felt she really wanted to get into a proper bitchfight with someone really soon.

* * *

The following day, Sara made the pretty short walk across town to go and confront Tasha Welsh. It was a pleasant spring day, and Sara was dressed accordingly, and carrying a small back over her shoulder. She was under no illusions that she might well find that what she currently stood up in; dress, flat shoes, lingerie and a smile, might not be in a fit state to walk back in later. She would beat Tasha she was confident, but the woman knew how to catfight it couldn’t be denied. She was sure that her clothing might not make it out of the scuffle unscathed. As she strolled in sunshine through a small park , the time to find that out for sure would come soon enough.

It was a plain white UPVC door that Sara’s knuckles rapped on a few moments later. She knew that this was the right house; after her match with Kensi, she’d convinced the blonde to tell her where it was, so that she could talk it out with Tasha. Maybe, as she waited there on the doorstep for a moment, that was going to be all that she’d need to do if Tasha saw things her way. Or maybe she would lay into the older woman. It would all become totally clear in the next few moments as the door slowly swung open. Tasha stood there, a little open mouthed as she took a moment to recover her composure when Sara pushed her way past her, into the house. “What…..what do you want?” she asked, turning to follow Sara and quickly finding that the strawberry blonde hadn’t gone all that far at all. As she door clicked closed behind her, Tasha found that she was almost breast to breast with the Southern Belle.

“To talk….or to knock some sense into you bitch” Sara flatly told her. “The choice on which is yours” she said.

“What are you talking about?” Tasha said. The look on her face told Sara most of what she needed to know. “What have I done to you?” she asked, trying to come over all innocent.

“You know exactly what bitch. Sending your girl after me, after everything I’ve done for her. You’re really lucky I didn’t beat the shit out of her!” Sara smouldered.

“Fuck you….she deserved her shot. I just told her she had to take it” Tasha sniped in return. The adrenaline was rising in her now too.

“Because you’ve done so much good by her in the past. Fuck bitch, you spanked your own daughter in public!” Sara shot back.

“She needed it!” Tasha told Sara angrily.

“Nobody needs that! Especially not from their own mother!” Sara fired back. God she wanted to slap this woman so badly right now.

“She did. And you’ll get the same treatment bitch if you don’t get the fuck out of my house” Tasha tried, hoping to reclaim some control of things.

“Fight me….right now” Sara demanded.

“Fuck off. Get out!” Tasha fired back.

“Fucking coward….send your girl to do it, but you won’t back it up yourself. FIGHT ME!” she said, the last two words spat with venom, her face mere inches from Tasha’s.

“You’ve asked for it” Tasha said flatly now. Her voice portrayed a confidence about it that would have made some women think twice about it. “This way bitch!” she said, pushing past Sara brusquely to lead the strawberry blonde further into the house. She entered a room just at the bottom of the stairs, small, with a sofa lining two of the walls. The area in between those sofas was matted with a bare wall at the far end. The area of the room around the doors wasn’t matted, leaving a space that might be taken by an observer, or used to cause plenty of damage perhaps on a day like today.

“This is where I fight” Tasha told Sara. “I’m going to beat the fuck out of you when we start. No rules other than it’s only over when the winner has had enough” she told the strawberry blonde. “The cameras” she said, indicating two spots on the wall where they were mounted “will roll, and record your fucking demise bitch. Now take everything off, because we’re going to fight naked, woman to woman, no weapons and no protection from a scrap of clothing” she told Sara. The confidence of the woman was admirable, or was it all a false bravado aimed at putting an opponent off the idea of fighting her? If it was the latter, then it was wasted on Sara who just looked Tasha up and down, agreed “fine by me” then pointed out “maybe if you’re a good little bitch, I’ll let you eat my pussy when I’m smothering you out with it”. Then as Tasha’s face betrayed her concern maybe for the first time, Sara calmly unzipped her dress, letting it fall to her feet before she stepped out of it. She unhooked her red bra, and added that to the pile of clothes that she was forming on the floor as Tasha started to strip as well, realising now that she wasn’t going to be getting out of this without a fight. Finally, Sara eased her red sating thong down on to her thighs, then pushed it further until it joined the pile of scarlet clothing at her feet. Then she took off her shoes, and steeped into the room to the far end to wait for Tasha Welsh impatiently.

“Get a move on slut. Don’t make me wait for you!” Sara told Tash, already enjoying the way a little of that brusque confidence was just starting to fall away from the older woman. It wasn’t that they didn’t match up well enough physically. 5 feet 8 inches and 175 lbs of strawberry blonde American was broadly offset by 5 feet 8 inches and 167lbs of platinum blonde British woman. 38DD breasts for Tasha may have been a little outgunned by Sara’s 40F breasts, but then in a real fight, nude or not, did that really matter anyway? If anything, the bigger breasts might just make the more inviting target if it came down to that. “Get your ass in here Trasha!” Sara continued to berate. In truth, the British woman had been wearing more than Sara in the first instance, but there was no doubt that she was stalling for time as well, hoping to come up with a strategy on the fly perhaps. Finally though, her black lace booty shorts hit the carpet as she stepped out of them, naked as was Sara.

“Well?” Sara said. It wasn’t really a question as much as it was a statement that just said ‘lets fucking go already bitch!’ Tasha had no further stalling tactics to deploy. It was about to become woman to woman in anything goes nude fighting action, and Sara relished the chance to get her hands on this woman and teach her once and for all to stop fucking up Kensi’s promising fighting career with bad advice. Tasha entered the room, and clearly there was no bell to start a fight of this nature; Sara went straight for her, wrapping her left hand in long platinum blonde hair with glee, and landed two heavy right hands to the stomach before the British woman really got her wits about her. She pressed in closer to Sara as she wrapped her own left hand up in Sara’s strawberry blonde locks, denying Sara the space to send a further right hand into the pit of her stomach. In tight in the clinch, Sara instead shortened the punch up a little to hook it into Tasha’s ribs, drawing a grunt from her as it landed before Tasha used her first offensive move of the fight, sinking her nails into the side of Sara’s left breast. Their proximity denied her being able to do that any better for now, but nevertheless, it was felt as the pain flared momentarily in Sara’s eyes. Still clinching tightly though, Sara had her next move mapped out with a knee lift, straight to the pussy, to send Tasha’s eyes rolling back in their sockets for a moment.

Now Sara could force the space between them, shoving Tasha back a little, and even though the British woman’s hand stayed in her hair, it was there weakly for now. Sara stung her cheek with a heavy slap that had Tasha reeling, and the British woman gave ground, with a furious strawberry blonde American in hot pursuit, swinging slaps at her body and face as she tried to track down Tasha. Another slap landed, heavily, setting Tasha’s breasts swinging before she looked to retaliate with a kick to the body. Too bad for her that Sara was on her sharpest form, catching her foot before it landed, and then she smiled malevolently at Tasha before sending a cruel kick into her pussy. The second such blow she’d taken in a matter of moments, it crumpled Tasha to those thin mats, clutching her assaulted womanhood with a look of shocked pain writ large on her face. It was already looking like a foregone conclusion that Sara would win this impromptu fight.

“Get up bitch!” Sara told Tasha, not waiting for a reply as she took a rough handful of her platinum blonde hair to make sure she complied. Tasha tried to strike back, with a right hand to the body, but Sara drove a heavy thigh and knee into the blonde’s chest to subdue her again. Now back to her feet, it was s brief moment of being upright for Tasha before she was sent wheeling through the air in a perfect monkey flip by Sara, culminating in a suitably heavy landing for Tasha back at the centre of the room. She needed to find a way to slow the strawberry blonde Southern Belle down, and quickly, because Sara wasn’t going to stop coming for her. Easier said than done though when Sara flung herself through the air in a heavy flying splash before she’d even had chance to compute that thought after the monkey flip, just further winding the platinum blonde as she took up a cross pin position. “So Miss great advice….whatcha gonna do about this?” Sara asked, just before clamping on a pussy maul to make Tasha cry out loudly in pain.

“Aaaaggghhhhh…...ooohhhhh! Please stop!” Tasha cried out in anguish.

“Tough luck bitch. I’m sure you said this was until the winner has had enough? We’ll I’m a long way from that yet!” Sara shot back icily, continuing the pussy maul for now. Her implication was clear enough. If Tasha wanted out of this, she’d need to escape from beneath Sara who was content to punish her and berate her, in equal measure for now. “You can’t fight worth shit, bitch. How do you think you’re qualified to advise Kensi better than me?” Sara asked. She’d eased the crotch claw for a moment, but only so she could reapply it after a heavy pussy whip that made Tasha moan loudly as it landed.

“Let me up and I’ll fucking show you!” Tasha moaned angrily in reply.

“Oh sure….good idea” Sara laughed., She’d shifted her head now to take Tasha’s nipple in her mouth, rolling it with her tongue for a moment as Tasha shifted awkwardly fearing a bite was coming. Then Sara laughed, “actually…..why not? I’ll indulge you Trasha” and she got off Tasha to let her up. It was a show of great confidence from the strawberry blonde. “Get up! Let’s go again!” she demanded as Tasha got herself up slowly. “Come on bitch...I’ll even give you a free shot!” she told Tasha, sticking out her chin and expecting to take a slap. The platinum blonde might have been outgunned in a fight, but now she showed that she could still be cunning. Instead of delivering a slap, she chose to rake Sara’s eyes, and in the ensuing confusion, she was able to crotch kick the strawberry blonde American before lifting and body slamming her back at the centre of the room.

“Not so fucking smart are you now, cunt?” Tasha shot back at Sara as she dropped heavily on to her and wrapped her legs around her head in a reverse ‘69’ head scissors. It was a powerful hold. Tasha’s legs were built to scissor as she reached back and grabbed Sara’s hair to ensure that she got her pulled right into the scissor hold. Even so, as Sara groaned at feeling the power in the thighs that held her captive, it was something of a relief to her that Tasha hadn’t gone to the reverse face sit. As good as her scissors was, it presented the chance for Sara, who kept her legs crossed instinctively in defence against a potential crotch attack, a chance to clear her vision. She cried out as Tasha went for her big breasts as well, telling her “I saw that Staci bitch nearly rip these off….well I’m the woman to fucking finish the job!” as she went to work on them, perhaps hoping to take advantage of any residual soreness that her own daughter had managed to raise there only a matter of days before.

“You wouldn’t fucking know how!” Sara laughed mockingly, disguising any pain in her voice well. She’d spotted her target to escape, biding her time as Tasha sent in three heavy tit slaps before starting to maul her once more. Then she made the platinum blonde British woman shriek loudly in anguish as she violated her ass with her thumb. Almost immediately the scissors was broken, Tasha’s body almost rigid as Sara rolled out from beneath her, then got half up before dropping to plant a knee in the small of her back. Tasha moaned loudly and Sara took a handful of her hair, using the grip[ to slam her face into the mats now to stun her. “Stupid bitch...you had your fucking chance and you blew it!” Sara told her, staying in the hair and forcing Tasha half up so that she could send a kick into her stomach. Now Tasha gasped as she went to the mat flat on her back, and Sara had her perfectly set up for how she wanted to deal with her now.

“Now, just like I said at the start, I’m going to sit on your dumb bitch face” Sara told Tasha, lowering herself on to her to do exactly that, a handful of hair snatched close to Tasha’s scalp to keep her face presented perfectly for the face sit. “So how this is going to work is simple now bitch” Sara told Tasha now; she started to grind on her face lightly, just to show Tasha she was dominant now. “You’re going to stop putting stupid ideas into your daughter’s head” Sara said, flicking back a slap at Tasha’s left breast. “Not when you’ve taken that all in, and you’ve realised that you understand that I’m right, you can show me that you agree by starting to eat my pussy!” she told Tasha, now delivering a short but hard punch to her stomach. “Either way, I’m going to cum on your face” Sara continued, grinding that little bit harder on Tasha. She could see in the eyes of the platinum blonde that she was still not totally accepting of her fate yet. “It’s just really a question of if it’s going to be the easy way or the hard way Trasha” Sara told her. She had no more words for Tasha now. She simply started to grind herself on Tasha’s face, using it as her own personal fuck toy for the moment, until she suddenly gasped in surprise. She’d not expected Tasha to fold so quickly, but the British woman’s tongue was inside her suddenly, searching her womanhood hungrily as she rode Tasha’s face. “Mmmmm….that’s right bitch…..mmmmmm…..don’t you fucking stop now!” Sara moaned, demanding that Tasha finish what she’d started now.

The platinum blonde barely needed to be told, her tongue working overtime as she ate pussy like it was going to be her only meal of the day, until the smother really started to just eat in at her, starting to threaten her with a fuzzy darkness at the edge of her vision. Now the platinum blonde’s pussy eating was overtaken once more by Sara’s urgent grinding on her face, rolling her hips as she moaned loudly, knowing that Tasha no longer really heard it, as she came on her face, squirting as she felt the release of the powerful orgasm.

Now, only now that she was satisfied, Sara rolled off Tasha to the mats for a moment, her face flushed and her breathing fast as she took a moment to let the after shocks of the orgasm wash through her. But she was satisfied that she’d put Tasha Welsh very firmly in her place. She took her time to get dressed now while Tasha slumbered down on the mats at her feet, knowing that Tasha wasn’t likely to cross her again. Finally, Sara slipped her shoes back on, and used the toe of her right foot inside it, to prod Tasha in the ribs and rudely awaken her. “Just remember Trasha….no more stupid advice for Kensi. Try actually being supportive of her, but leave the thinking to those of us capable of actually doing it”. Tasha made no reply, but one look in her eyes told Sara that the platinum blonde had got the message loud and clear.

“I’ll let myself out. Don’t expect I’ll be seeing you again anytime soon, bitch” Sara laughed before she left the house and set off back across town for the short walk back to her apartment. Just as she neared home, she was aware of her phone buzzing in her small bag. Taking it out, she looked at the lock screen to see that it was Tameka calling her.

“Hey Tameka, what’s up?”

“Oh hey Sara, did you deal with your bitch?” Tameka asked her.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that we came to an agreement….all over her face!” Sara laughed. “I’m just finished with her now and on my way home.”

“Oh, that’s good!” Tameka replied now, “because I’m done with that bitch Kate as well now!”

“So soon?” Sara asked her.

“Well yeah, she was in my way. You know that it’s you that I want at Sara” Tameka said. It was a challenge even if it wasn’t delivered as such.

“Well, a deal is a deal. I told you to beat her and then we’d talk, and you backed it up. So we’ll talk. But first I want you tell me how you did it Tameka. I’m interested in the details!” Sara encouraged.

“Well, I beat her ass 2-0 in a dirt pit fight in front of that little crowd just like you’d said. You set it up well, because the crowd wasn’t so big that I felt uncomfortable fighting her in front of them” Tameka said.

“Well, you’re probably good enough to be a pro” Sara admitted. “Not quite on my level of course…” she laughed.

“We’ll see” Tameka laughed in return. “The first fall was pretty even, I’ll admit it. Kate can fight, and it was hot out there. I started to tire her ass out by working her body though, before I got her chest first against the side of the pit, and started just ramming my body into her there. I knew it was starting to soften her up. Then when she threw her head back in pain, the opportunity was too much; I took her in a sleeper and body scissors and she had to give it up. And now she’s tired. I am too of course. It’s been a fifteen minute first fall. I know her tits are throbbing now and she’s been after mine, but to less effect so far. The second fall begins and she’s sort of circling, stalling for time some, although I wondered if it’s an act to I took my time too. Started to get her hurt to the body some more, and of course, I’m after her tits now, more and more” Tameka said. She was in to her explanation, enjoying reliving it in her mind.

“Of course” Sara agreed. She knew it as the black woman’s style. “And Kate’s tits….well they are prone to being a bit leaky” she smirked.

“You know it. Even the slaps and punches are starting to get her a little wet around the nipples by now. Eventually she had to commit to fight me properly and that’s really it for her. I caught her coming in with a kick right in the pussy. Then two body slams to really put her down. She’s on her belly, not really keen to get up, and I’ve gone for a camel clutch, but working the tits to milk her. I said I’d make the pit muddy with her milk and I did it. Then made her submit to a good tit mauling. I’m sure it’ll be on the Southern Belles streaming platform soon enough” Tameka said to Sara.

“I hope so” Sara said, admitting “looking forward to seeing how you dominated her. But we have business to attend to as well. You’ve earned another shot. How do you want it to go down this time?” Sara asked her.

“I’m working on setting up the venue, but it’s going to be a one submission smother fight in a sauna. Mesh body stockings only, and anything goes this time. No time limit of course. Submit or pass out to a smother the only way that the fight can be won” Tameka said to Sara.

“I can see that you’ve thought about it. And I like it. Can’t wait to fight you again Tameka” Sara told her.

“Me neither” Tameka agreed. “It’s going to be a good one” she said. Then she promised “I’ll send you the dates as soon as I’ve got it all set up” and the call was over with the third match between Sara and the black lawyer set up. And neither woman could wait to get their hands on the other once more!