The Indian Destroyer
By wolfboy

Debbie takes on the ‘Indian Destroyer’, and the winner fucks the loser.
It had been a couple of months since Debbie’s hard fought victory over Italian fighter Fiona Morelli, and in keeping with that international theme, Debbie’s next match was to be against Indian fighter Rajinder Gujari. The Indian woman had a self styled nickname of the ‘Indian Destroyer’ a nickname that Debbie assured me seemed to be appropriate for the woman.
‘We’ll be travelling to her place for the match’ Debbie told me ‘apparently, she has use of a gym with some private rooms, and the match is going to take place there on a Sunday afternoon, so the place should be more or less empty apparently. The rules are no ref, only you’re allowed to watch, and the winner gets to fuck the loser if they want. Apart from that it’s straight forward enough – no time limit, one submission to win, anything goes apart from punching and kicking the head.’
‘You certainly seem to attract them Debbie’ I said ‘Like that French girl Sophie. You sorted her out OK in the end though?’
‘True, but this one could be tough. She certainly lives up to her nickname with a good record against some experienced catfighters, and she screwed them all after she beat them. I’m OK with that being in the rules though if she can beat me, I guess we just have to see how it goes.
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The day of the match saw us arrive early at the venue, a nice private members gym where we were met by Rajinder who showed us to the room – which was about 6 square metres, and mostly matted except for a small area with an armchair where I would be sitting. The walls were bare plaster, but the fight area was big enough that they would surely only come into play willingly.
‘Afraid we have to change in the room Debbie’ Rajinder said, locking the door as she did so ‘Unless you fancy walking through the gym in your underwear....’
‘Here will be just fine’ Debbie agreed ‘So, with no ref, who decides if there’s a submission?’ she asked
‘It has to be verbal’ Rajinder explained ‘You should honour the submission, then you have your way with the strap-on’ she said, indicating a table in the corner
‘Fair enough’ Debbie agreed ‘I’ve no problem with that, if you win you get to do whatever you want with those things’
Both women changed before me for the match, Rajinder peeling off her tracksuit to reveal a black mesh bra and thong trimmed with sky blue ribbon. Debbie meanwhile stripped naked before putting on a black lace teddy with a deep plunge front showing off her cleavage. Both ladies were barefoot; Debbie wore her hair loose as normal while Rajinder’s long, black hair was tied in a ponytail.
Both women came on to the mats where Rajinder asked Debbie what her stats were. ‘5 feet 7 inches, 146 lbs, 36c-26-36 and I have 18 wins and 7 defeats’ Debbie replied before adding ‘What about you Rajinder?’
‘I’m 5 feet 7 inches, 145 lbs; 38c-25-36 and I have 10 wins from 12 matches. It sounds like we’re quite well matched?’ Rajinder said ‘OK, you know the rules Debbie. Are you ready to start?’
Debbie nodded, and the match was underway. The two women circled briefly before Rajinder was able to trip Debbie to the mat. Debbie looked to roll clear, but the Indian woman was on her quickly and secured a body scissor. Debbie bridged, looking for an escape route while Rajinder slowly worked her arms into a loosely applied full nelson. With the hold applied, Rajinder was able to hold the move with one hand, wasting little time getting her free hand onto Debbie’s breasts, pulling them clear of Debbie’s outfit before sensuously rubbing and squeezing them. The scissor was more trouble for Debbie though as Rajinder’s strong thighs worked away on her stomach.
A stinging slap to the right breast brought a yelp from Debbie, but then she was able to work her way free, briefly catching the Indian woman in a body scissor of her own. Rajinder calmly used her feet to force Debbie’s legs apart, and both women were back to their knees before the Indian fighter showed impressive speed to again trap Debbie in a rear body scissor and chin lock combination. Debbie groaned from the exertion of fighting the two holds, but was able to work free of the chinlock, only for Rajinder to grab a handful of her hair preventing any further escape, and soon, Debbie found herself trapped in a full nelson again by the resourceful Indian fighter.
Debbie looked to wriggle free, only to find herself flipped on to her stomach, face to the mat as Rajinder switched to a grapevine, spreading Debbie’s legs wide. Rajinder asked Debbie if she ‘needed to submit?’, but Debbie declined only to find Rajinder’s nails digging in to her breasts against the mat. Debbie cried out in pain, but she seemed trapped to me until Rajinder tried to position her for a face sit, and Debbie again squirmed free.
As she got to her feet, Debbie stomach punched the still rising Indian woman, and as Rajinder doubled over, Debbie tried to take her to the mat in a head scissor before looking to apply an arm bar. Both moves were ineffective, but Debbie kept some control with the head scissor before she was able to catch the Indian fighter in a face sit, gaining control of the match for the first time. Rajinder showed her flexibility, reaching back with her legs to try and wrap them around Debbie, who in turn lay as flat as possible across Rajinder’s face to avoid the attack. Rajinder was soon breathing hard under the smother as Debbie asked her if she was ‘OK down there?’, but the Indian ignored her, instead bridging and inadvertently presenting her crotch as a target to Debbie who wasted no time clamping on a crotch claw. The mesh of Rajinder’s thong provided little protection from the attack, but reaching back had put Debbie off balance enough for the Indian woman to work her way free before tying Debbie up in a sleeper hold.
Now Debbie appeared to be in deep trouble as Rajinder applied pressure to the hold in a steady, expert way, leaning her weight into Debbie’s back. Slowly, Debbie was forced face down on the mats, her only saving grace the fingers she had just been able to force inside the sleeper hold as it was applied. Still, Debbie’s breathing became more laboured, and I felt she was on the verge of having to submit as she was trapped in the sleeper for over two minutes. She had one last desperation move left in her though, and threw an elbow catching Rajinder in the rib-cage. A second followed quickly, and this time the Indian fighter was winded and forced to break the sleeper hold. Debbie too was struggling to catch her breath, and as the match passed the ten minute mark, neither woman was on her feet.
Debbie surprised me by beating Rajinder to her feet before hitting the Indian fighter with a running shoulder tackle as she rose. Rajinder dropped to the mat, and Debbie dropped an elbow across her breasts, and then applied a headlock, lying with her weight on Rajinder. Debbie cranked Rajinder’s neck and the ensuing pained yell gave Debbie chance to ask if Rajinder had ‘had enough yet?’. The answer came through actions though as Rajinder struck with a couple of body punches to Debbie’s stomach before slipping her hand inside Debbie’s teddy and squeezing her left breast. Now Debbie cried out, and then releasing the headlock, she brought the Indian woman to her feet by her ponytail before delivering a powerful body slam.
The Indian fighter was winded as she found herself almost caught in a split legged face sit by Debbie. Rajinder was only saved by quickly locking her arms high on her chest. Despite that, Debbie held the advantage as she looked to force Rajinder’s arms above her head and move into position for the face pin. A body punch drew a groan from Rajinder, but also gave her the chance to try and slip her fingers into Debbie’s pussy. Debbie was wise to the move though, and with quick reactions she switched to try and catch Rajinder in an arm bar. The Indian woman locked her hands again though, once more thwarting Debbie’s attempt to go for a submission. Resisting Debbie’s attempts to apply the hold, Rajinder was able to catch Debbie with a sharp elbow to the stomach, followed by a second to the crotch, and Debbie rolled away clutching between her legs in pain.
Rajinder looked to follow up now, splitting Debbie’s legs whilst standing between them, before delivering a falling head butt to the pit of the stomach. Showing her agility, Rajinder then floated up to secure a head lock and part breast smother on Debbie, planting her 38c breasts on Debbie’s face. Rajinder clearly had a plan to arouse Debbie as well as punish her now, and her fingers were soon rubbing and caressing Debbie’s crotch maintaining a sensuous rhythm. Debbie responded to the attentions of the Indian woman, her hips rising to meet the probing fingers, before Rajinder switched tactics with another body punch, and then she brought Debbie to her feet still maintaining her headlock.
A slap to Debbie’s face followed from Rajinder while Debbie responded by putting her nails to use on Rajinder’s ass before she found herself hip-thrown back to the mat. Rajinder moved to trap Debbie in a side head scissor, her thighs squeezing Debbie’s head while she again uncovered Debbie’s breasts, slipping her teddy down to her waist. Rajinder again went to work, arousing Debbie’s nipples with her sensuous touch before slapping her hard across the breasts. ‘Bitch!’ Debbie grimaced as Rajinder again rubbed away on Debbie’s breasts before unleashing a second salvo of slaps to punish her opponent.
‘Had enough now?’ Rajinder asked ‘Shall I get my strap on and fuck you now bitch?’
‘No’ Debbie replied before trying to prise the Indian woman’s legs apart to free herself from the scissor hold that had her trapped on the mat. Another slap across her breasts slowed Debbie up briefly though before she was able to start working her way free once more. Slowly, Debbie was able to prise Rajinder’s legs apart until she freed herself from the scissor hold and was able to move quickly into a pinning position, sitting on Rajinder’s stomach with her back to the Indian woman’s face.
Debbie made the mistake though of responding to Rajinder’s sexual attacks by slipping Rajinder’s thong aside and starting to work her fingers inside her pussy. Rajinder took the attack calmly, manoeuvring Debbie into a position where she could mount another attack of her own. Firstly, Rajinder got Debbie from on top of her to a position where she was sitting on the mat, still with her fingers working the Indian’s pussy. Rajinder was able to quickly trap both of Debbie’s arms in what was pretty much a double overhead arm bar. On top of that, Rajinder got her left leg behind Debbie’s head using her thigh to crank Debbie’s head forward. The final piece of the jigsaw came as Rajinder’s other leg dropped down on Debbie’s body, her foot slowly caressing Debbie’s crotch.
‘Shit!’ Debbie cried as she knew she was trapped, before she started to look for a way out, her steady sobs of pain growing more desperate by the minute. ‘I’ve got you right now Debbie’ Rajinder told her ‘Want to give up now?’ There was no answer forthcoming, but Debbie continued to struggle, so Rajinder kept her trapped, slowly increasing the pressure on Debbie who still cried out in pain. The final straw for Debbie was when Rajinder trapped her again in the head scissor, twisting her head and neck painfully. At the same time, Rajinder controlled Debbie’s arms with one of her own arms and again started to play Debbie’s breasts with her free hand.
‘Oww, Oooh, Nooo!........I give , I give’ Debbie cried, instantly getting released from her predicament at the hands of the Indian fighter who kissed Debbie before telling her ‘Take off your clothes and stay there Debbie, I have something for you!’ With that, Rajinder walked to the table, picked up her strap on, and walked slowly back to the centre of the mats while I settled back to watch the show that was about to unfold before my eyes.............