Emma battles the beach belle
By wolfboy

Emma fights another champion in a no holds barred beach fight.
Emma’s first match after regaining the Smythe title in a hard fought victory over Jackie Reeves was going to see her travel to the deep south of the United States to meet a direct challenge from another catfight organisation. The Southern Belles Catfight Association (SBCA) operated out of the state of Georgia, drawing most of its fighters from the surrounding states. Their current champion was a tough but beautiful catfighter known simply as Sara who held an impressive record of 21 wins and only 6 defeats. The challenge had been made at boardroom level; the chance to have their champion prove that she was the better woman had been deemed too great to pass up by both companies. The toss of a coin decided that the match would be hosted by the SBCA, and the rules agreed were simple – anything goes, no time limit and the fight would only be won by forcing the other fighter to admit that their opponent was ‘the better woman’.
The match would be a non-title match because of the logistics involved in having one woman defending both belts. The stakes were high though; a $50,000 winner takes all purse was put up by the two companies, while the company whose champion prevailed would get all of the proceeds from internet sales of the fight. Against that background, we learned that the Southern Belles champion Sara wanted the fight to take place on the beach. I guess that was a chance to take Emma a little way outside her comfort zone, although frankly, a catfight was still a catfight wherever it took place! There was also one other stipulation put in place for the match; neither woman would have a second for the contest, this was going to be strictly woman against woman with no outside advice being given.
We reviewed the footage of some of Sara’s recent title matches which yielded one key piece of information; the Southern Belle had a devastating breast smother which she had been using to great effect. Beyond that, she was what we had expected, a tough and confident woman who loved to maul, smother and claw her opponents in hard catfights. Sara’s review of Emma’s recent fights had doubtless told her more or less the same; Emma also excelled in hard, dirty catfights and was a tough woman. I had to admit that going into the match; I was far from sure who held the advantage. One thing that was intriguing was the beach venue for the fight; a secluded section of private beach on the Alabama coast would host the fight which would be attended by a small invited audience. A nice touch was that the area marked out for the fight also included an area of sea which seemed to throw up some interesting possibilities for the match. With the fight taking place in late February, the temperature was expected to be a comfortable 20 Celsius, so it didn’t seem like that would be a problem for either fighter.
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At first glance, the beach appeared to show an idyllic beach scene as a group of people sat around on the beach on beach blankets and beach chairs. The only give away that something else was about to happen was the 10 metre square of clear beach that the sun bathers appeared to have left completely empty; this was the area nominally set aside for the fight. The small crowd stirred with excitement as an announcer walked into the centre of that cleared area to introduce the two women. He began ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this beach catfight is to determine which champion is the better woman, it is no holds barred, there will be no time limit, and the fight can only be won by forcing the other woman to admit verbally that you are the better woman. In addition, both women will be allowed one time-out which they may use to stop the action and get a one minute break. So, allow me to introduce our two fighters to you. First of all, please welcome to the beach, from Great Britain, she is the champion of the Smythe Catfight Association, Emma Baines.’
Emma strode confidently between the two dunes backing the beach, gave me a kiss as she passed me in the crowd, and then made her way to a polite reception into the area cleared for the fight. She looked every inch the beach babe in her pink and silver leopard print tie string bikini, but beneath that appearance, I knew there was a tough fighter.
The announcer continued ‘Emma is 31 years old, she is 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighs in at 166lbs and she has a bust size of 40E. Her record in catfights is 29 wins with 11 defeats. And now, her opponent, from the United States, she is the Southern Belles Catfight Association champion, Sara.’
Now it was Sara’s turn to enter the fight area, and she also looked confident as she received a similarly polite reaction from the crowd. Sara wore a bright orange tiger print string bikini which stood out perfectly against her lightly tanned skin. As she entered the beach, both women began to eyeball each other as the announcer finished his work off. ‘Sara is 27 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighs in at 160lbs and her bust size is 38DD. Her record in catfights is 21 wins with only 6 defeats. Ladies and Gentlemen, I will now hand you over to our referee to get this beach battle underway.’

The referee would of course be largely redundant in this match due to the lack of any real rules, her only duty was to listen out for a fighter asking for their time out or admitting that their opponent was the better woman. She called the two women together, checked that both were OK with the rules, and then sent them back to their ‘corners’ with the instruction to come out fighting when she rang the bell. As the bell rang both women came out to the centre of the fight area, at first circling each other cautiously, both aware of the others’ prowess as a fighter and keen not to commit an early error that might prove costly. Emma landed with a slap to Sara’s face from distance which the American fighter shrugged off before firing back a kick into Emma’s thigh. Emma in turn brushed that off, and they continued to circle each other for the best part of a minute in the soft, white sand, both occasionally landing with a slap or a kick while they looked for an opening. It was Emma who seemed to have found the opening, feinting with a right hand to the head; she instead rushed in to grab Sara around the waist looking to tackle her to the ground. Sara kept her feet well though, managing to trap Emma in a front headlock of sorts as she did so, and as she drove the point of her elbow down between Emma’s shoulder blades, she forced Emma down to her knees in the sand.
Emma didn’t stay on her knees for long thanks to Sara’s thigh which crashed into her face bowling her down in to the sand. Sara was a little cautious though as it was still early in the fight and Emma was able to find her way back to her feet before the Southern Belle followed up. Now the two catfighters were back to circling each other, and this time Emma did gain a brief advantage, a sharp kick catching Sara in the pit of the stomach opening her up for a knee lift straight into her DD’s that also put her down on her back in the sand. Emma wasted no time in looking to follow up with a big splash, but Sara rolled clear and Emma landed face down in the sand. Sara got to her knees and grabbed Emma’s flowing auburn hair to control my wife as she got to her feet where she found herself effortlessly hoisted into the air to receive a body slam. Emma seemed to hit hard, but the soft sand must have cushioned the blow a little as she was quickly able to roll clear of Sara before she could follow up. The Southern Belle’s champion was quick to come after Emma again though, a barrage of five body punches forcing Emma back down the beach towards the sea a little as she looked to defend. Sara got careless though, looking for a haymaker to the jaw which Emma ducked before slamming a right hook into Sara’s rib cage. It was a powerful blow that stopped Sara for just long enough for Emma to knock her down in to the sand with a clothesline, and this time, Emma followed her down, adopting a schoolgirl pin position before starting to slap away at Sara’s face.
Emma continued to rain down stinging slaps on her pinned opponent, but quickly Sara had wriggled an arm free from under Emma’s legs, and started to land some hard straight punches to Emma’s stomach. Emma held her position, grabbing Sara’s hair to bounce her head off the sand, but Sara too was relentless, punching away at Emma’s stomach, forcing her into a rethink. Emma pulled Sara off the sand by the hair before locking on a double breast claw which Sara immediately copied, and both women were now in a stand-off, claws locked onto the other’s breasts as they twisted, squeezed and clawed at each other. Up to this point, the fight had been fought in relative silence, but now both fighters started to spit insults at the other as they tore away at their opponent’s sensitive breasts.
‘I’ll rip those fucking oversized udders off your chest you fucking slut’ Sara spat through gritted teeth as she twisted her nails once again into Emma’s impressive breasts.
‘Fuck you bitch!’ Emma shrieked back at her ‘I’m going to slice your little tits up cow!’
Good to her word, Emma started to turn her nails on Sara’s breasts, a nasty rake of the nails bringing up angry red welts across the tops of both breasts. Sara yelled out, but in her attack, Emma left herself open as Sara was quick to catch her flush in the mouth with a short head butt that stunned Emma. Worse was to follow for Emma as she was instantly caught with two hard knee lifts into the stomach, only Sara’s tight grip on both of her breasts seeming to hold her upright for a third knee lift to drop Emma to the sand and into a further predicament as Sara kicked her hard in the side. Emma rolled, trying to get away from the attack, but she only made it as far as the firmer sand where the sea had washed over it before Sara caught up with her, grabbing her legs, spreading them and stomping down on the pit of Emma’s stomach. Emma gagged before finding herself quickly turned on to her stomach and into a boston crab as the Southern Belles champion took further control of the match, forcing Emma to cry out in pain as she looked for a way out of the hold. Emma had been locked in the crab for the best part of thirty seconds before she finally was able to grab hold of Sara’s left ankle, managing to knock her off balance, and it was enough for Emma to use her strong thighs to send Sara sprawling chest first to the beach.
Emma was slow to rise, and Sara was on her again, trapping her in a front choke as she made it to her knees. Sara worked the choke, steadily wearing Emma out before she released the hold and delivered a straight punch to the face that put Emma down on the sand once again.
‘Lets give the people a nice look at those ugly bags of fat you little whore’ Sara spat before roughly wrenching Emma’s bikini top off her to expose Emma’s breasts now, and after throwing the top into the sea, Sara brought Emma to her feet one last time. This time, Sara went for a waist lock and converted that straight into an atomic drop, Emma’s pussy crashing down on Sara’s knee. Stunned, Emma was unable to defend herself against another hard knee lift to the stomach which put her back down, and it was time for Sara to give Emma a first taste of her famous breast smother. Sara positioned Emma’s hands carefully, kneeling on them to render them useless as she sat on Emma to pin her. Sara dug her feet into Emma’s waist with a kick, and then, a double handful of hair positioned Emma’s face perfectly for Sara to plunge forward and engulf Emma’s face with her magnificent breasts.
‘Now, let’s see how long you can hold your breath you little whore’ Sara shouted out triumphantly as she got the smother firmly locked in. Emma’s feet dug into the sand, desperately looking for some kind of solid ground to bridge and force Sara off her; the sandy surface meant that was impossible, and as Sara continued her assault on Emma’s belly with another hard punch, Emma slumped back to the mat seemingly unable to escape the hold. The referee moved in close to check on Emma as Sara invited her to ‘give up slut’, and soon, Sara climbed off her looking happy with her work, but in fact, the referee confirmed that Emma had used her one allotted time out to escape from Sara’s seemingly unbreakable smother hold. That would buy Emma just 60 seconds to pull herself together if she was going to be able to get back in the fight. Wisely, Emma stayed down for most of the 60 seconds, only getting to her feet close to the end of the time out to quickly brush the sand off her shoulders while Sara hovered nearby, anxious to get straight back into the fight at the end of the minute break.
The minute break probably passed too quickly for Emma, but she still managed to get in the first telling blow of part two of the fight, catching an onrushing Sara with a hard uppercut to the right breast, sending it free of her skimpy bikini top. Sara paused momentarily, and it was all the invitation Emma needed to launch a one two combination to both breasts before rounding off with a straight kick into the stomach that dropped the Southern Belles champion to her knees. Emma went to the hair, pulling Sara back to her feet quickly to deliver another stinging combination of punches to the body, and as Sara tottered groggily, Emma put her on her back in the sand with an impressive drop kick to the chest. Sara had landed on the edge of the softer sand, and as Emma came close, she grabbed a handful of sand throwing it Emma’s direction, but Emma had seen that one coming, putting an arm up to protect her eyes before stomping on Sara’s side as she tried to roll away.
It was far from one way traffic though even though I thought Emma seemed to have gained the upper hand at this point. As she bent forward to pull Sara up again, a raking slash of the American woman’s long nails caught her across the stomach forcing her to back up slightly and allow Sara to get to her feet. Wasting no time, Sara attempted to rush Emma, and as the two fighters collided, they crashed to the sand in an untidy heap, both instantly grabbing at the others hair as they rolled on the sand looking for the top position. Emma released one handful of hair to slap Sara in the face; ‘bitch!’ spat the American before responding with a crotch claw as she slipped a hand inside Emma’s bikini bottom. ‘Fucking cunt!’ Emma shot back at her before putting paid to the crotch attack with a head butt to the chest and another hard slap to the face, and as the two women rolled down the beach, a tangled mass of hair and fury, they rolled into the gently lapping waves for the first time.
It was Emma who found herself on top as they entered the water and she was able to spread Sara’s legs in a powerful grapevine before plunging forward to add a breast smother of her own. Sara replied quickly, two clubbing punches catching Emma in the ribs and looking like they might be enough to break the grapevine and smother combination. Emma just about rode that out, but she switched her attack slightly, pulling Sara’s bikini top off to expose her impressive 38DD breasts to the crowd before viciously slapping them several times. Sara took it with a grimace, and then she went back to hammering away at Emma’s rib cage, and in the end, Emma thought better of it, releasing the grapevine and looking to bring Sara to her feet by her hair. Emma looked for the home run shot, a straight kick aimed at Sara’s crotch, but Sara was just about able to block that with her thigh, and catching Emma off balance, she was able to knock Emma down with a hard right hand to the side.
Both women now glistened beneath the warm sun as the sea water ran down their bodies, there was little time to take in the scene though as Sara flung herself through the air and on to Emma down in the sand with a flying body splash. Emma looked winded by that move and Sara clearly fancied that she was back on top as she climbed off Emma before coming back with a leg drop high across Emma’s throat which she quickly converted to a side head scissor. Sara was straight into Emma’s long auburn hair to help secure the hold while she latched on to Emma’s left breast with the nails of her other hand and as Emma yelled out in pain from the combination of attacks, Sara invited her for the first time ‘just say I’m the better woman you little slut and I’ll stop’. Emma didn’t reply verbally at least, but she moved her hands to try and twist Sara’s feet apart only to find Sara grabbing her left arm and pulling it into a weak arm bar to control her. It proved to be something of a mistake from the Southern Belle though as Emma went with the arm bar, before quickly slamming her elbow twice into Sara’s crotch as she escaped the scissor hold.
Sara grabbed between her legs in pain as Emma rolled clear of the scissor hold and instantly came crashing down on her opponent with a flying elbow drop right across Sara’s breasts. Sara sat up slightly, only to find the point of Emma’s elbow now connecting with her chin and instantly putting her flat on her back in the soft sand. Emma sensed that the Southern Belles champion was suddenly at her mercy for the moment, and she wasn’t one to refuse to take advantage of a downed opponent, as she got to her feet before grinding her heel into Sara’s crotch as she spread the American’s legs. Sara howled in pain and protest at that move; Emma responded by simply telling her to ‘quit or I’m going to crush your pussy bitch!’, but Sara held on, resisting until she was able to grab Emma’s ankle and put a stop to the crotch attack. It didn’t stop Emma for long though as she caught Sara with a knee to the chest as she started to make her way back to her feet, that was enough to bowl Sara back into the sand and Emma set about taking Sara’s time out from her as she sat down hard on Sara’s impressive chest twice, before turning round and sliding her perfectly rounded ass back into a reverse face sit, engulfing Sara’s face as she looked to smother her out. Sara tried to reach up into Emma’s hair with both hands, but Emma pretty soon took care of that, trapping both arms under her knees, before she started to punch away at Sara’s stomach and breasts, trying to force her to give.
‘Give it up slut!’ Emma instructed Sara whose somewhat muffled response sounded suspiciously like ‘Fuck you!’
Emma just smiled at that response as she moved on to the next part of her attack, slipping Sara’s tiger print thong down her legs before she started to claw away at the trapped fighter’s pussy. This time, Sara’s response was somewhat clearer as she hollered out a scream of pain as Emma’s nails went to work between her legs and Emma once again suggested that she gave up. Still there was no quit in the Southern Belle, but Emma had one last trick up her sleeve. First of all, she slammed two hard left hand punches in to Sara’s body while maintaining the claw hold, and then, she used her left hand to grab a handful of sand which she incorporated into a breast claw hold effectively sand papering Sara’s left breast as she did so. That seemed to be the clincher as the referee quickly told Emma to get off her before announcing that Sara had now also used her time out and there would be a further 60 second break before the battle would continue. Down in the sand, Sara clutched at her breasts as she tried to wish away the pain before the fight would get back underway. Emma hovered nearby; ready to continue as soon as the referee told her it was time to start.
‘Fight!’ instructed the referee, and with no time outs remaining for either woman, Emma was determined to get on top quickly. Sara had only made it to her knees when Emma came crashing down with an elbow across her shoulder blades to drop her face first in the sand. Placing both hands on Sara’s back, Emma lifted her body into the air before bringing a knee down in the small of Sara’s back. Then grabbing Sara’s hair, Emma pulled back hard while keeping her knee posted in the small of the Southern Belle’s back. It was an effective kind of surfboard hold that drew some grunts of pain from Sara, but I was pretty sure both women were keen to dish out some humiliation before claiming the win; Emma certainly was as she broke off her surfboard attack to untie Sara’s bikini thong. As Emma pulled Sara back to her feet by her hair, Sara’s thong fell from her body leaving her naked and seemingly at the mercy of Emma as she quickly hoisted Sara before walking a couple of yards to the firmer sand near the water to deliver a body slam. Sara’s hips arched up on the hard impact with the firmer sand, a mistake against a fighter like Emma who took that as an open invitation to deliver a stomp to her belly, and Sara yelled as she rolled up into a ball, rolling back towards the softer sand.
To me, it looked like Emma really had the fight in hand right now; the Southern Belle’s champion had barely mustered any kind of offense during the last five or six minutes as Emma had picked her attacks. Indeed, I noticed the chairman of the SBCA starting to look a bit nervous as his champion was down in the sand once again. We had all underestimated Sara though, and as she rolled into the soft sand, she had unseen by everyone including Emma, taken a handful of the soft sand and as Emma leant over her looking to pull her upright to deliver another attack, Sara launched the sand at Emma’s face. Emma reacted quickly, flinching away from the sand and at least avoided it getting into her eyes, but as she was distracted, Sara struck with an uppercut from the floor that crashed into Emma’s crotch. Emma was stunned by that one, staying upright with an expression of some surprise on her face for at least as long as it took Sara to follow up with a second punch, this time to the chest which dumped Emma on her backside on the sand.
Sara had taken a bit of punishment for quite a while though, and while Emma was clearly in trouble from the surprise attack, Sara also needed to take a few moments to gather herself before she was the first of the two fighters to haul herself to her feet. A standing headscissor was Sara’s choice of attack as she trapped Emma on her knees, her powerful thighs wrapped around her head as she squeezed, looking to punish Emma. Emma looked to grab hold of Sara’s ankles to tip her over, but Sara was already a step ahead, releasing the scissor and dropping to her knees to elbow Emma around the back of the head. Emma was face down in the sand before Sara grabbed her hair to pull her back once again into the standing head scissor. This time Emma was a bit slower to try and fight off Sara who let out a yell as she ground her thighs around Emma’s head before reaching forwards to grab hold of Emma’s bikini thong. She briefly pulled that into a wedgie before deciding it was better to just remove it all together, untying both sides before removing it with a flourish.
Sara kept hold of the thong, keeping it in her hand as she pulled Emma to her feet by the hair before disdainfully rubbing the thong across Emma’s face. Emma had barely recovered from that when Sara floored her with a hard right hand to the jaw, sending Emma sprawling back down into the soft sand. It was beginning to look like Sara was getting on top, but Emma still had something left, catching the American with a punch to the body as she bent over her to pull her out of the sand again. It was only a glancing blow which Sara was able to shrug off though, before landing with a sharp kick to the side that rolled Emma onto the firmer sand near the water’s edge. Emma looked to roll to her feet again, knowing that if Sara was able to trap her on the ground now, she might not have the strength to resist another submission attempt. Sara was on her quickly though, this time a knee to the jaw once again dumped Emma to the ground where she sprawled out dazed and spread-eagled. Indeed Emma presented an attractive target for Sara who struck with a nasty knee drop to the crotch as Emma was unable to defend herself quickly enough against the attack.
Emma let out a howl of pain in protest at that move, but it didn’t help her to get back into the fight; Sara was all over her now, dropping to her knees beside Emma’s prone figure to slam home some hard body punches before ending her assault with two slaps to the face. Then Sara was right back into Emma’s hair, pulling her roughly to her feet before dragging her right towards the edge of the sea. ‘You’re done now you fucking whore!’ Sara spat at Emma ‘Do you want to give up, or do I have to really hurt you?’
‘Fuck off!’ was Emma’s determined but somewhat unconvincing answer. ‘Fair enough’ Sara agreed ‘you’re going to beg now though bitch!’ she told Emma as she moved into attack once more. As Sara came in, Emma aimed a desperate haymaker at her jaw, but the Southern Belle saw it coming, ducking as the punch sailed over her head before driving a punch straight into the pit of Emma’s stomach. Emma barely had time to sag forward from that impact before the powerful American catfighter had lifted her off her feet in a crunching bear hug that caused Emma’s arms to go to her own head in pain. It was little more than a set up though, as Sara walked the few steps to the water before roughly throwing Emma down in the water. Emma looked a spent force as a wave broke gently against the side of her body; there was nothing gentle about Sara’s intentions though as she settled in alongside her to clamp a perfect breast scissor around Emma’s impressive chest.
‘Aaaaaaahhhhh!’ Emma yelled out as she felt the power of Sara’s strong thighs wrapped around her breasts. ‘Beg me to stop slut!’ Sara reminded her before wrapping her left hand in Emma’s hair, first using it to bounce Emma’s head on the sand before starting to tear at her hair. Once again Emma screamed out a combination of pain and defiance, but she was no closer to shaking off the tough Southern Belle’s champion who took great delight in adding a crotch claw to Emma’s pain. Sara pulled again on Emma’s hair’ leaning in close to Emma’s ear as she did so to remind her ‘you will beg me bitch, just remember that’ before she released the hair, and brushed a few strands of Emma’s hair from her fingers. Sara’s other hand (or perhaps more accurately the nails of her other hand) was still causing Emma plenty of pain with the crotch claw though, each effort from Sara drawing more and more desperate sounding howls of pain from Emma who still refused to give up. It looked to me like Sara was getting frustrated with Emma’s resilience as she finally broke off the crotch claw and slammed home a punch to the stomach and finally, she straddled Emma, clearly thinking of putting Emma out with her favourite smother hold again now.
Once again, Sara took her time to set the hold up so that it would almost be impossible for Emma to escape. The Southern Belles champion first trapped Emma’s arms by her side, effectively pinning them as she knelt on her hands. With Emma’s arms neutralised, Sara slammed her heels into Emma’s waist before immediately plunging her nails into both of Emma’s breast, pulling and twisting them as she mauled away at the sensitive breast flesh. ‘Give up slut!’ Sara yelled in Emma’s face which was a mask of pain by now, but Emma still refused to give. Sara broke off from her breast clawing action only for long enough to slap hard at each of Emma’s breasts as another wave broke against the two women covering both of their naked bodies in a fine sheen of shimmering sea water. Sara clearly felt the Emma was ripe for the picking now, as the wrapped her arms around Emma’s head, fingers entwined in her long auburn hair, before plunging forward to engulf Emma’s face with her 38D breasts. Sara spent a good thirty seconds in that position, breasts smothering Emma and denying her air before lifting up slightly to ask if Emma was ready to admit she ‘was the better woman yet?’
Emma simply replied with a shake of the head which enraged Sara who slapped her hard in the face before going back in to smother her once again. This time, Sara continued to yell at Emma as she had her trapped ‘give up you stupid fucking cunt, I can stay here all day, why don’t you just admit I’m better than you are you worthless whore?’ Then Sara realised that even if Emma wanted to submit, she couldn’t due to the impressive sound proofing capabilities of her chest, so she once again lifted up slightly only for Emma to yell ‘Fuck You!’ directly in her face.
Sara’s response was to simply plunge her nails back into Emma’s breasts, pulling both of them painfully as her long talons dug into the flesh. ‘I won’t fuck you Emma’ Sara said ‘but I will fuck you up bitch, now beg me!’ she finished as she leant forward to bite down hard on Emma’s left breast. Emma let out another scream of pain as the American champion’s teeth went to work on her, and it was clear to me that she was now sobbing from the pain being inflicted on her by Sara. Still she refused to submit when asked again by Sara who started to beat out a steady rhythm of punches to both of Emma’s breasts now, punctuating each punch by reminding Emma to ‘Beg!’
It was obvious that Sara was going to have to produce something else just to finally finish Emma off, but while she was pondering that, she once again forced her breasts hard into Emma’s face to deliver another breast smother. Perhaps it was this move that finally broke Emma’s will, because when fully a minute later, Sara removed her breasts from Emma’s face, Emma blurted out the words ‘I submit!’
‘Good..... now we’re getting somewhere bitch’ Sara replied, still retaining her position sat on top of Emma ‘but I think you’ll find that you have to admit that I’m the better woman before I stop!’
‘Please don’t make me’ Emma sobbed, almost begging now. Sara was in no mood to settle for less, once again plunging her nails into Emma’s breasts, cruelly raking her nails across them as she told Emma ‘Say it whore, say it or I’ll deflate these oversized bags for you!’
‘Please, please, you win, just get off me.’ Emma pleaded
‘Say it bitch, you know what to do’ Sara replied, landing a slap to Emma’s face for good measure as she did so.
‘No, no I can’t’ Emma replied but as she felt Sara’s nails going to work on her tenderised breasts once again, she started to cry once again, quickly blurting out ‘I submit, I submit, you’re the better woman, please get off me, you’re the better woman!’
‘Finally!’ Sara yelled out triumphantly as she climbed off Emma who rolled up into a ball in the surf, trying desperately to relieve herself of the pain and humiliation that the Southern Belles champion had inflicted on her. It was a tough defeat for Emma. The naked amazon Sara had made Emma beg in submission for the first time in her long career, and now Sara stood, her foot placed on Emma’s breasts as she bathed in the applause of the crowd who had clearly been impressed with her victory in the champion versus champion challenge.
I just wondered what effect this defeat would have on Emma in her future matches.....