Return match
by Aristocatch

As chance would have it in the regional hockey cup we drew the team with whom we had lost the challenge. This was serious however and both sides chose their best players, which produced a three - one loss for us. There was no overt mention of our previous encounter and the only meeting I had with my red-headed foe was when she caught me with her hockey stick on the calf muscle just behind my shin pad.

Unbeknown to me some of the players did talk after the game and a further 'friendly' match was organised three weeks later where the challenge was renewed. When Chloe contacted me to see if I wished to take part she indicated that several girls had felt the previous meeting to have been 'too gentle' and they were keen on a more general 'punch-up', in advance of the challenge. Additionally the team losing the challenge would pay for the alcohol and a mini bus would be hired to make sure we could get back – without risking the loss of our driving licences!

Unlike the two previous games the redhead changed wings and made sure she caught me with her stick several times. I perhaps ought to add, in all modesty, that she also gained a number of bruises! The match ended goalless, with 'friendly' not being perhaps the best description. Certain people seemed intent on scoring points in advance.

Once the match finished those taking part in the challenge were not taken to the changing rooms, but to the other side of the playing field complex to where the martial arts building stood, providing a reasonable sized room complete with tatami, which would make falling much less risky than on the much harder floor previously encountered.

I had by now found out that the redhead was called Maggie, and she had clearly indicated that she intended we should continue our personal struggle. Judging by the number of other pairs who had formed even before we were told what was proposed, several others clearly considered that they had unsettled business.

Clearly sex was out as far as this encounter was concerned. Chloe once again announced the 'rules'. This time it was to be a real fight, taking care to protect faces, and avoiding kicks, punches etc – but until one or the other quit. To be fought in knickers, and all other rules to be negotiated individually by each pairing. Chloe stressed however that most of the participants had to go to work the next day, so some care was needed.

“I intend to get my own back” announced Maggie, “but I'd rather it didn't turn into a hair-pulling fight. What do you say?”

“I quite agree. No hair-pulling, but look out for the rest of you!”

“Are your tits sensitive?”

“Not as much as yours will be if you touch mine!”

It was clear that this was not to be a nice 'wrestling match', won by a pin. After the knocks Maggie had given me on the pitch, I was more than ready to scrap like a wildcat, and do things I'd never done before. I added “do your worst and expect anything you do to me to be done back twice as hard!”

Dressed in just knickers we began. I immediately seized the waistband of said knickers and pulled upwards as hard as I could, making them bite into Maggie. She for her part kindly gripped one of my breasts and began twisting it. This was not exactly how I had imagined our contest a few moments before – but what the hell: so I pulled harder and she twisted harder.

We could not carry on like that for long so I gave one long harder pull and let go, which made her lose her balance. Being for once ready I followed her movements and was able to straddle her back as she landed on all fours. Wrapping my arms around her torso, my hands grasped her dangling orbs and fired by her earlier efforts on my breast, I kindly dug my thumb in just below her nipples. I was delighted to hear a squeal of pain (where did this new side of my personality come from?). This did not last as long as I would have liked as she promptly lay flat, squashing my hands between her breasts and the floor, thus stopping my efforts to deform them. But I was on top, and able to stay that way, making Maggie use her energy to try to change the situation. Each time she lifted her torso in trying to better her position she left my fingers free to terrorise her tender flesh!

Each attempt to remove me was short lived, as the pain I extracted from her breasts encouraged her to abandon it quickly. After each respite she tried again, and I decided to use this to my advantage. The fourth or fifth time instead of squeezing her tits as she was clearly expecting, I used her momentum to twist her over on her back, taking my place with my bottom squashing her breasts. Instead of aiming for a face sit though, I amused myself by bouncing up and down, squashing her breasts heavily with each downward movement.

I did not think that Maggie would meekly submit, and I was sure that my ascendancy would not last forever. I therefore decided to weaken her as much as I could, while I had the upper hand. Growing tired of squashing her breasts, I slip down her body slightly and continued bouncing, but on her stomach – obtaining the most pleasing noises as my bottom knocked the wind partially out of her.

She eventually realised that, the further I was down her body, the less I could control her arms. I had deliberately avoided squashing her to a repeated pattern, so that she could not anticipate and brace her muscles but the time came when she did just that and her arms quickly encircled my head and pulled me forward. I could not control my fall and her body and she managed to roll out from under me, and quickly put a distance between us while she got her breath back.

We were on all fours, facing each other, like two tigresses stalking their prey. As we leapt at each other we rose to our feet and she encircled my head with her arm, pulling it downwards until I was virtually bent in two. She locked her two hand, holding my head firmly in position, giving me a view of the floor, and sometimes her feet. She was able to increase the weight of her body on my back and shoulders and my arms were powerless to fight back. She begin pulling upwards, raising my body and allowing her to pass behind me, still with her arms around my head. To be fair to Maggie I should add that she made no attempt to strangle me, as she could easily have done in that position and, even it it was uncomfortable, I was not unduly perturbed by her dominance. Once we were both upright my arms became available to me again and I tried reaching her behind me. Apart from a few fairly feeble slaps to her buttocks and thighs I could not really trouble her unduly and I decided to wait for her to seek to change the move, given that although she was in control she was not advancing the combat in the slightest.

I was expecting her to target my breasts, but she didn't. Instead releasing my head she thrust her arms under my arm pits and pulled them over my shoulders, forcing my arms up and rendering them useless. She then pulled us down, so that I was sitting on the floor and she was presumably kneeling behind me. We had agreed on no hair-pulling which was the only part of her that I could have reached, so instead I tried to turn her over to one side, but being on her knees she was the better braced to resist and, instead, she began twisting me from side to side. This was not very agreeable, but it did let me slowly move from a sitting to a kneeling position. Once kneeling I was able to weaken her balance and finally pull her over my back, obliging her to release her hold.

Launching ourselves at each other we went down front to front with me initially on top. She rolled me over and I continued the momentum. She fought and rolled me once more and I was able to continue, or would have been, had we not collided with the nearest grappling pair, the tatami being covered with fighting couples. Unfortunately for me Maggie's team-mate was in a dominant position, and she had her arms free to aid Maggie, which she did. The result was that I finished on my back with Maggie sitting astride me, pinning down my arms with her hands.

She inched her way up my body until she was sitting between my breasts and my head, with her knees pinning my arms. Keeping her left hand free to control her balance she reached behind her with her right hand, which of course, soon found my breast, which she began to squeeze.

I shouldn't admit it, but fighting is exciting and my nipples were hard and extended. Her fingers quickly found this out, and she began instead to pinch and twist the nipple – which was noticeably more painful. This kept her occupied for a moment as she grew in confidence, and then she removed her hand as she slid back slightly onto my breasts, which stopped any chance of her continuing her assault there. She still had my shoulders pinned with her legs and she carefully leaned back slightly reaching behind her and running one hand down my stomach to my knickers. Her hand then went under my knickers and I felt it on my pubic hairs.

“We said no hair pulling” she said, “but we never said no this,” and she began squeezing my sex lips between her fingers. This was a very personal attack which could have been quite debilitating in other circumstances. Our previous encounter had brought with it contact with our sexes which served to largely remove the surprise shame factor. The knickers limited her movements and although I wouldn't say that the sensations were agreeable they weren't about to make me submit the match. Indeed I reasoned that she would become too confident of her control, which is just what happened. Trying to reach too much of me, she lessened the pressure on my shoulders and I was able to tip her off. Talking of 'off' it was clear that, in order to compete on equal terms, her knickers would have to go!

She obviously had the same idea, as we began circling each other trying to grab the offending cloth. Quite some time passed before we hit the floor pulling hard in opposite directions until neither of us had a shred of clothing. Instead of benefiting from further exposed parts the fight took another turn with something approaching wrestling. I say 'approaching', as neither of us had fighting experience, nor the knowledge of wrestling holds. We did exchange various uncomfortable moves which left one or the other's face covered by a body, or wrapped in a pair of arms. We also managed to leg-scissor each other though, as we were by now hot and slippery, we didn't manage to maintain the holds for very long.

The fight moved into another phase and one which was, in many ways the most satisfactory from a competitive point of view. For some time we remained lying, one or other in the upper position. Periodically one would free a hand to squeeze a breast, or pinch between the legs. Neither dominated, so such attacks were short lived and, for every hand free to attack, the other could free up a hand as well. We were by now tired and increasingly sore. Although we were of course causing each other pain, any malice had long since gone and if such a fashion to fight could be termed playful, that was essentially a playful struggle.

Both had a hand full of each other's sex lips, but all other movement had ceased – and neither was squeezing hard enough to really hurt, so we took a breather and realised that the majority of the others had ceased fighting.

“Do you want to stop?” I offered.
“Fuck you” was the reply.

“No, fuck you!” and we both slid two fingers into each other, which only proved to show how excited we were despite the pain caused by our fighting.

I suppose that, in other circumstances, we could have fingered each other in some form of sexual combat, but here was neither the time nor the place. We did get to our knees with our fingers inside each other, and hold that pose for a moment, but then we withdrew them and hugged each other in a form of mutual acceptance of the end of our bout.

Like most of the others we had forgotten that our efforts were to be followed by the challenge. A group of very dishevelled women sat on the tatami listening as Chloe explained that the challenge contained a subtle difference – the target. She reckoned it too easy to eliminate a contestant via her vagina and that we should therefore target the anus instead. Had she said this before our fights many would doubtless have refused. But now, after having inflicted goodness only knows what on each other, one more extravagance would hardly be the end of the world.

The two goal scorers from each team from the first match (the current one having ended goalless), were given the task of preparing the girls from the opposing team with a dollop of lubricant in the required place. It was in their interest to facilitate the entry of the vibrator and they were both generous and thorough in their application. I cannot say that I am used to having my anus fingered, but in the circumstances the gentle massage that went with it was almost soothing!

Bottoms well oiled the two teams formed up, facing each other. I was quite keen to keep away from Maggie this time and she made no effort to position herself facing me. A pile of vibrators was laid on the middle of the floor midway between the two teams.

There was nothing ladylike about what transpired. Two groups of bedraggled women hurled themselves at each other finishing in a giant heap of bodies. Punches were thrown, hair was pulled, and anything that came to hand was targeted – in two minutes my body was hurt more than in all my fight with Maggie. My hands targeted each breast that came within reach and no less than three hairy mounds, which contained less hair after! Initially it seemed as if the vibrators were forgotten as everyone seemed intent on punishing faceless bodies in the scrum. But soon squeals were heard as contestants were eliminated with rather more force than might have been expected.

My participation lasted rather longer this time. I bested a dark-haired girl as we briefly found ourselves outside the scrum and taking her unused vibrator I plunged back into the mass, only to find Maggie's rear end facing me. I gleefully plunged my weapon deep into her bum but, before having time to identify myself and find a further vibrator I was set upon by their captain. We fell out of the main group and struggled for possession of her weapon. Perhaps I would have wrestled it away from her, but such speculation remained speculative as one of her team-mates kindly initiated my arse with hard objects. The lubricant eased the passage, but I can't say that I enjoyed the sensation!

So that was the end of my struggles. Once again we were beaten and our adversaries retained the challenge. Given the wounds that several girls were sporting afterwards it is by no means sure that the challenge would be repeated.