Following her humiliating defeat at the hands (or more specifically, crotch) of Tina ‘Wildfire’ Blake, Debbie ‘Lightning’ Parris had been able to think of nothing else except sweet revenge. If vengeance really was a dish best served cold, Debbie intended her retribution to be glacial. For this to happen, the match needed to be arranged and Debbie had spent almost every minute since her beating pestering the mysterious S.P.Eider to organise a rematch. She soon got her wish and the match was scheduled for two weeks hence.

Debbie’s mother, Pamela, constructed a strict exercise regime for her daughter to follow leading up to fight, including fitness training, swimming and even sparring with her. Pamela did not go easy on her daughter and at least one of their sparring sessions became more than a little intense. For a young woman who normally fought as a ‘good’ girl, the beating she gave her mother would have caused some to question her usual temperament.

Time passed slowly for Debbie but eventually came the day before the match. Debbie was at the local pool for a final swim, relaxing her muscles in preparation for the approaching battle. It was mid-morning and few people were there to disturb the young brunette as she swam leisurely lengths of the pool. Those who were present, specifically those of a male persuasion, were intoxicated by the red swimsuited beauty as she glided through the water with an almost sensual grace.

Concluding her last length, the 21 year old seductress pulled herself up from the water and sat on the edge of the pool, feet dangling into the chlorine tainted liquid. Debbie was not the only woman in the room wearing a tight swimming costume. She was, however, the only woman that the men present were gazing at.

Rising to her feet, a few gasps could be heard as her select audience were finally able to see Debbie in all her glory. Her normally curly, black hair was wet and hung straight down, clinging to her broad shoulders. Her face, devoid of makeup, was still exquisite, full red lips and intense green eyes that would have put emeralds to shame. Water dripped provocatively from her chin onto her chest, from where it ran slowly into her welcoming cleavage. Within the confines of her tight costume, her ample bosom heaved in time with her breath. Through the wet material, Debbie nipples were as plain to see as if she were topless.

The swimsuit clung equally provocatively to her flat stomach and down into the well of her groin, showing just enough pink flesh on either side of her tempting crotch to send many of the men present into sudden, guilty coughing fits. None of the men present were aware of the significance of the lightning bolt that flashed across Debbie’s swimsuit, few of them had even noticed it. As Debbie towelled herself down and made her way to the changing rooms, her fan club finally went back about their business.

* * * * *

Tina Blake was late.

She normally took her morning swim well before 9 o’clock but today she had overslept and didn’t get to the leisure centre until 11.30. Tomorrow was the day of her rematch against the hopeless Debbie Parris and Tina was taking it easy. The bitch had hardly been a challenge before, she could see no reason why she might be such tomorrow.

The large changing area was deserted, not that it mattered to the occasionally immodest Ms Blake. She peeled her T-shirt off over her head to reveal the top half of a dark blue swimsuit that clung to her skin like a symbiotic life-form. Her raven hair became tangled as she removed the T-shirt and Tina shook her head, running her fingers through the jet black locks as she did so. Tossing her head back, her dark hair fell onto her shoulders, emphasising her alluring face.

Deep brown eyes betrayed a fiery passion, doubtlessly gleaned from her half Italian background. Her blood red lips seemed almost eager to be kissed and Tina was unlikely to be short of willing volunteers. Tina’s feline like beauty was quite appropriate for a girl who often fought with tenacity of a wild cat.

Taking off her trainers, the 24 year old slipped out of her jogging bottoms to fully reveal what had heretofore been hidden. Standing upright in only her blue swimsuit it was clear that Tina’s taut muscled body was as sexual as it was athletic. Her 40 inch breasts demanded the most attention and usually got it. Crammed into her tight outfit, her cleavage heaved when she so much as blinked. Her stomach was flat, toned to perfection and below, her dark thatch was scarcely hidden by the blue fabric of her swimsuit. The masterpiece was completed by Tina’s sensual but powerful legs, a closer inspection of which revealed a small tattoo atop her thigh. The tattoo was of a burning flame, an effective illustration if her stage name, ‘Wildfire’.

Placing her clothes and trainers into her locker, Tina headed towards the doorway that would take her to the pool. Before she got a hand to it to pull it open, the door was pushed open from the other side and Tina stepped back to let whoever it was into the changing room. She could not have been more surprised if an alien had walked into the room.

"You?!" said Tina, staring dumbfounded at Debbie Parris. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Debbie was equally taken aback but had time to restrain her amazement. "I’m getting ready to beat you!" she replied coolly.

"Oh please, spare me," mocked Tina, now over the initial shock. "You couldn’t beat me before, it ain’t gonna change tomorrow."

"Why wait?" said Debbie. The last two weeks had seemed a lifetime for Ms Parris and waiting one more day was more than she could bear.

"What?" asked Tina.

"You heard. Why wait till tomorrow. I’ll take you on now!" Debbie smiled and said the one thing she knew would guarantee her desire. "Unless you’re scared?"

"Slag!" screamed Tina and launched herself at the younger woman. Debbie had expected an attack driven more by temper than skill and quickly intercepted Tina’s approach with a kick to her midsection. Tina wheezed as Debbie’s foot caught her in the pit of her stomach and she lurched forward, gasping for air. Debbie took immediate advantage, grasping Tina’s long dark hair and pulling her viciously into the centre of the changing room. The room was long and wide with double doors at each end. Apart from rows of metal lockers that lined the walls on either side, the area was sparse. Needless to say, Debbie had ample space to continue her assault on the squealing Ms Blake.

Tina grabbed Debbie’s wrists and attempted to pull her tormentor’s hands from her hair. Debbie merely sunk another foot into the older girl’s gut, noticing Tina’s rump jerk outwards as her foot connected with a satisfying thud. Tina instantly released her grip on Debbie’s hands and went into a prolonged bout of coughing. For her part, Debbie tightened her grip on Tina’s hair and pulled the winded brunette over to the lockers along the wall. The ‘Lightning’ then pulled back Tina’s head and smacked it hard into one of the lockers. The noise was tremendous, both the loud crash of head into metal and Tina’s subsequent scream.

"You see," spat Debbie. "I can use my surroundings too." Debbie was making an all-too-painful reference to the girls’ previous match, the end of which had seen Debbie’s cunt on the receiving end of three corner postings, supplied by the now stunned Ms Blake.

"Personally though," said Debbie, her hands still ensconced in Tina’s hair. "I prefer to keep things personal." A quick tug pulled Tina’s head down as Debbie’s knee came up to meet it. A sickening crack echoed throughout the room as Debbie’s knee impacted mercilessly with Tina’s face. Tina flew backwards as Debbie finally released her grip on the now bloodied brunette.

Tina stumbled to the floor, blood pouring from her nose. Her resolve to fight back burned strongly but the cloud in her head was dulling her reflexes. She staggered to her feet, only to be flung wildly against the lockers. Again they clattered noisily, the sound amplified by the amount of space in the room. Debbie moved fast, pinning the half-Italian girl against the cold metal and driving a knee up into the brunette’s abdomen.

Already severely winded, Tina’s breathing became harsh, the rasping sound of someone desperate to breathe normally for a few minutes. Those minutes were to be a long time coming if Debbie had anything to do with it. By now Tina was leaning against the lockers and Debbie no longer had to hold the wheezing beauty in place. With her hands free, Debbie fired a robust punch deep into Tina’s left breast. The battered brunette finally found her breath, enough to scream in pain with at least. Debbie smiled cruelly and fired an identical blow into Tina’s right breast. Tina screamed again, though considerably weaker this time.

Debbie was thoroughly enjoying herself when a noise at the far end of the room caused her to look around. An elderly woman had entered the changing room and looked suitably bewildered at what she saw. Without hanging around to take names, the woman turned on her heels and ran from the changing area.

Debbie shrugged and turned back to her victim. Tina’s arm moved in a flash and her fist headed straight for the distracted Debbie’s face. Debbie ducked her head at the last second and repaid Tina’s defiance with an uppercut to one of the dark haired girl’s 40 inch melons. To Debbie, it was like punching a heavy water-balloon. To Tina, it was sheer agony. Debbie’s knuckles dug into the soft underbelly of her left tit and forced it savagely upwards, distorting it’s normal shape as the punch followed through. Tina’s left breast had not recovered when Debbie repeated the technique on the bruised girl’s right breast, knocking the enormous mammary upwards till it hit Tina on the chin.

By now Tina was sobbing to herself, frustrated at her complete lack of success and in agony from the cornucopia of blows being executed onto her ineffective body. In stark contrast, Debbie was ecstatic. She had waited so long to destroy this bitch and now she would - her only regret was that no-one would see it.

Suddenly the doors at the end of the changing area burst open and a crowd of people piled in, headed by Tina and Debbie’s earlier female visitor. "There I told you," yelped the old woman, "Somebody stop them!" There were about ten people in the crowd and only two of them were women. Most of the men had followed the distraught lady simply because it meant getting into the women’s changing rooms. When they saw Debbie pounding on the sobbing Tina, all were surprisingly reluctant to intercede.

"None of our business," came one cry; "Let them sort it amongst themselves," came another. A woman’s voice, though not that of the anxious old busy-body, spoke up. "We should stay and keep an eye on things though," she said. "Just in case." The men agreed unanimously. The old woman was aghast and stormed from the room in a huff. "Well, really..." were the last words heard from her retreating back.

"Well," smiled Debbie. "Looks like we’ve got an audience." Unperturbed, she continued her relentless attack on Tina. It was a matter of ease to hip toss the defenceless Ms Blake to the hard floor. Tina moaned as she hit the ground, sorely craving the slightly more forgiving surface of the ring. She lay there, hands at her recently abused chest. Debbie was on her in a second, rolling the protesting brunette onto her front where her bruised bosoms were squashed harshly into the floor as Debbie sat astride the lamenting girl’s back. Tina groaned as Debbie’s pert rump sat on the small of her back, magnifying the pain in her tits ten-fold as they were flattened beneath her trapped form.

Desperate to alleviate the pain in her mashed mammaries, Tina tried to brace herself by putting her hands on the cold floor and pushing up slightly. For a moment it worked, until Debbie saw what Ms Blake was attempting and quickly grabbed the brunette’s arms. Twisting them behind the captive girl, Debbie forced both Tina’s arms up behind her back in a cruel double hammer-lock. Tina groaned as the pressure on her shoulders and upper arms became unbearable. But Debbie was far from finished. Moving forward slightly, Debbie placed her knees on Tina’s pretzeled arms, holding them in position and placing all her weight onto them in the process.

With her victim in position and now under her total control, Debbie began her demonstration in earnest. "Now this," she said to her makeshift audience, "is called a camel clutch. So named because I only use it on sluts with a face like a camel." Reaching forward, Debbie cupped both hands beneath the Tina’s chin. She then jerked backwards, pulling the screaming brunette’s head back and viciously stretching the helpless fighter’s neck. As her upper body was hauled from the floor, Tina had less then three seconds to appreciate the pressure being taken off of her battered tits when the pain from the camel clutch cruelly bit in. Tina felt as though her head was being ripped from its shoulders and squealed as Debbie pulled back harder, sinking her nails into the trapped fighter’s chin as she did so.

Barely able to open her eyes, Tina could just see the small audience that the fighting vixens had recently acquired, all eyes watching her very closely. Through the pain of the camel clutch and the hammer lock, Tina became aware of the blood running down her face from her smashed nose. For a second she was almost able to step outside of herself and see what her spectators were seeing - a girl being completely subjugated by another. They could see a pathetic hopeless failure. They could see a loser.

The flame of Tina’s temper flared like a nuclear firework. Suddenly the pain no longer mattered, nothing mattered except regaining the pride that had been stolen from her by this cheap tart. Tina screamed, not in pain but in fury. Such was the power of the shriek, at least four of the stand in gathering literally jumped in shock. So did Debbie. No longer was she sitting on a servile and defeated opponent - now she was grimly hanging on to a girl who’s new-found strength had turned her into a raging banshee. Debbie desperately tried to reassert her authority by pulling back on Tina’s chin. Instead, Tina writhed out of her grip, bucking the red swimsuited beauty off her back as she did so. Free of the excess weight that had been crushing her for so long, Debbie struggled to her hands and knees. Still weak, she was unable, for the moment at least, to stand up.

Dislodged from her throne, Debbie fell with a jolt onto her behind. Furious that she had the bitch slip from her grasp, she stood up and kicked the still downed brunette hard in the tit. Tina yelped and hit back with a hopeful, flailing punch from her prone position. She had hoped to catch Debbie in the stomach, knocking the wind from the girl long enough to regain her own strength. Unfortunately for Tina, she missed. Unfortunately for Debbie, Tina’s unintentional target was a much more effective one.

Debbie caught Tina’s glancing blow full in the crotch. What the punch lacked in strength, it more than made up for in accuracy. Debbie groaned as pure pain spread swiftly from her groin and beyond. Tina staggered to her feet, pleased with the effects of her blow. Bruised and bloodied she turned and addressed the gathering for the first time. "Hi," she said. "I’m Tina Blake." An incredulous look passed across the assembled faces. "Oh, don’t worry" continued the battered beauty. "We do this for a living."

Tina’s cavalier attitude to the audience had belied the keen awareness she had on the situation. As she spoke, she was well aware of Debbie slowly recovering from her lucky shot. Now it was time to make that luck count.

"You Bitch!" spat Debbie. "I should have finished you when I had the chance!"

"Yes," said Tina calmly, "You should."

"You couldn’t wait, could you?" said Tina, still holding Debbie by her long black locks. Getting no response from the dazed Parris, Tina viciously smacked the back of the girl’s head into the locker, one, two, three times. Each strike sounded like the striking of an old grandfather clock. "Could you?!!" demanded Tina again. Debbie did not even seem able to talk after the blows had struck, let alone willing. By now it was taking all her will power to hold back the tears, which she promised herself she would not shed.

"You think it was bad last time?" asked Tina. Her face was contorted in fury, anger at Debbie’s impatience, anger at the fact that she had nearly lost and mostly because she just didn’t actually like Debbie Parris. "You’re gonna wish you’d stepped into the ring with me," spat Tina. "Maybe then someone would have stopped me doing this!!"

Tina’s hands released Debbie’s hair and immediately grasped the shoulder straps of the brunette’s rose-red swimsuit. In one abrupt movement Tina pulled the straps off Debbie’s shoulders and down around her arms, just above the Parris girl’s elbows. The effects of the action were twofold. The first, and most noticeable, not least by the eight grinning men in the room, was the sudden release of Debbie’s bountiful bosom. Both substantial breasts spilled over the top of Debbie’s costume and literally bounced about for a moment or two. Debbie cried out in embarrassed fury and attempted to throw a punch at the smug face of her tormentor. It was then that the second effect of Debbie’s semi-stripping came to light.

The straps that had so recently been keeping Debbie’s boobs in check, were now doing the same to the 21 year old’s arms. Although the straps were not particularly tight, Debbie’s upper body movement was limited enough that even a simple punch would mean first extrapolating herself from the confines of her swimsuit. The likelihood that Tina was going to give her that opportunity was less then promising. Debbie’s position also meant that defending herself was now an added problem, one that Tina was well aware of. The two tempting targets of Debbie’s bare mounds was not something Tina was about to deny herself. Or deny Debbie, for that matter

Tina’s uppercut powered into the base of Debbie’s exposed right mammary, bringing a howl of anguish from the lips of the bosom’s owner as it shot upwards, stinging from the force of the strike. Clearly not wanting to demonstrate favouritism, Tina ensured Debbie’s left tit was given its share of the fun. A straight punch, driven from the powerful shoulder of Ms Blake, sank into the pliable tissue of Debbie’s breast. Debbie’s back slammed against the lockers as the force of the blow mashed her pulped tit temporarily out of shape. Debbie gasped as the wind was knocked out her and slumped downwards towards the floor.

Her descent was halted by Tina, nowhere near satisfied at the beating she had administered. Grasping each of Debbie’s sore nipples between the thumb and forefinger of both hands, Tina slowly pulled the squealing brunette upright by her tits. When Debbie was once again vertical, held aloft by her trapped teats, Tina resumes her attack, this time opting to take the fight downstairs.

Tina’s knee shot up and crashed into Debbie’s cunt with an intensely satisfying thump. Debbie yelped in utter agony as she felt the harsh, unforgiving surface of Tina’s knee crash into her unprotected crotch. Pain tore through her lower body like lava from a volcano and a wave of nausea washed over her instantly humbled body. Biting her lower lip, still desperate not to weep in front of her victor, Debbie saw Tina’s knee rise again.

Tina smiled in triumph as her knee buried itself up into Debbie’s pussy for a second time. Tina could feel the beaten bitch’s sex almost collapse under the pressure of the blow and pinched tightly on Debbie’s nipples as she fired a third devastating strike into Debbie’s pounded pussy. As her knee connected again with Debbie’s most vulnerable area, Ms Parris literally jumped upwards. Her entire body shuddered, as though a cold snap had suddenly passed through the room. No longer even able to scream, Debbie uttered a muted grunt and finally broke into a stream of inevitable tears. Debbie slumped downwards and Tina soon realised that her new found toy was only being kept aloft by her own grip on Debbie’s tits. She released them with a final vicious tug and quickly grabbed Debbie’s hair before the battered youth could fall to the ground. Pulling the brunette’s face down into a somewhat spiteful, but nonetheless gratifying knee strike to the face, Tina finally allowed Debbie to drop to the floor like a used tissue.

The small crowd looked at both girls, their faces a mixture of both pleasure and discomfort. Not knowing quite to how to react, a few of the throng began shuffling towards the door. Tina quickly called them back. "Hang on a minute," she said. "We’re not done yet."

On the floor, Debbie heard the dominant girl’s comments and desperately tried to get up. Tina placed a restraining bare foot on Debbie’s face and pushed her head against the floor. "I never said you could move," she said, and quickly dropped to sit astride the protesting girl’s chest. Allowing Debbie’s bare breasts to take the full weight of her body, Tina leant forward and grasped Debbie’s raven hair in her hands.

"Please, Tina, not again.....not here." begged Debbie.

"Oh don’t worry," replied Tina. "I’ll do it again to you tomorrow."

Moving slowly and with an application that implied she wanted to savour every moment, Tina moved forward so her crotch was just above Debbie’s neck. She paused for a moment, as though giving Debbie time to draw breath. She would soon need it. Pulling upwards on the beaten girl’s hair, Tina gasped in pleasure as she hauled Debbie’s face up into her crotch. With her face deep in Tina’s love mound, Debbie’s already weak protests became muffled noises, like those of a gagged woman. They were easily drowned out by the prolonged groans of pleasure that were starting to emanate from Tina’s full ruby lips as she ground her lower sexual lips into the features of her beaten rival. Moving her hips in small circles, Tina jerked on Debbie’s hair, as though needing to tug the captive beauty’s face up even further into her pussy. By now, Tina’s steady breathing was growing quicker and it was clear she was approaching the pinnacle of pleasure.

As her gratification increased, Tina wanted more. She had beaten the bitch like this before. This time she wanted something extra. Maintaining Debbie’s face in its airless vacuum, Tina rolled on to her side. and then her back. Debbie was given little choice but to follow and the two girls soon found their positions reversed, only in so much as Debbie was now lying on her front, her face still firmly ensconced in Tina’s raven pussy. Debbie pulled ineffectively at Tina’s thighs as they enveloped her restrained head. Her recently bruised bosoms rested on the cold hard floor, still sore from Tina’s earlier assault. Tina, who was no longer hindered by the floor beneath her knees, pulled down on the sobbing Debbie’s hair to yank the young girl’s features utterly into her crotch. She then locked her ankles and squeezed her thighs around the suffocating girl’s head.

Debbie screamed a silent scream, all sound stifled from her smothered mouth. Her face was pressed hard against Tina’s dampening bulge and the half Italian girl’s thighs crushed against her cheeks in a vice-like grip. The little air Debbie could breathe was musty and unforthcoming. She could feel her cheeks growing red as Tina’s ever tightening thighs increased their firm grip. The muscles in the Blake girl’s sturdy legs became ever more defined as she continued to increased the burden on Debbie’s head.

Lying on her back, with Debbie’s face drawn intimately into her throbbing womanhood, Tina was no longer able to contain her absolute ecstasy. Her orgasm blossomed like a field of passion flowers and she cried out in elation, tightening the muscles in her legs and almost involuntarily as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her scream of delight reached a crescendo and the satiated brunette finally relaxed her grip on her vanquished victim.

For the next few minutes, both girls did not move. Tina lay on her back, legs apart and her desirable body glistening with a sheen of sweat. Debbie was still lying on her front, her face nestling on the older girl’s crotch. Not unconscious but without the strength to move, Debbie was forced to remain in the humbling position for a few minutes longer.

Eventually two of the male audience walked up to the women, lifted Debbie’s limp form from the floor and sat her against one of the lockers, where she slumped down into a fit of sobbing. Tina rose slowly to her feet unaided and shot a smile in the direction of her contented fan club. During the fights denouement, most had enjoyed themselves nearly as much as Tina as the bulges in their trunks bore witness to. The female spectator also seemed to have a glow about her that intimated her hands had not always been in plain sight during Debbie’s humiliation.

Tina walked over to the topless washout and squatted alongside her so as to communicate face-to-face. "That’s two for two," said the sexually stimulated brunette. "Tomorrow I go for the hat-trick."

"Tomorrow?" sobbed a confused Debbie.

"Of course," smiled Tina. "This was just a warm up. I can’t wait to show you what I’ve got planned for tomorrow’s match." With that, Tina Blake stood up and wandered across to the watching sea of tight swimming trunks. She planned to spend the rest of the day in bed. And she didn’t plan to be alone.

THE END......for now