British steel Part one
By Joebur68

It had really irked Reena that she hadn’t been able to fully defeat Suzi in their torturous twenty minute catfight a few weeks previously. Although she harboured no ill will toward the blonde pawg who had survived everything Reena had thrown at her, she felt frustrated that she hadn’t secured the submissions that her holds really should have produced. Still a comparative novice in the world of the catfight, with only a few battles under her belt, Reena felt she needed more experience and that meant seeking out more competition . A browsing session online soon garnered results and she had booked an appointment to meet with Jakki, who invited Reena to meet her at her house in the Las Vegas suburbs.

When Jakki answered the door and invited Reena in, the statuesque Latino couldn’t help but feel quietly confident. Both women were of a similar age and height (early 40’s, 5 feet 10 ish) but, in the flimsy summer dress that she was wearing, it was clear that Jakki was significantly lighter than Reena. This might not be the challenge she’d imagined or hoped for. Would beating this slight woman really help improve her combat skills? As she led Reena through the rooms towards the steps to her basement, Jakki told her a little about herself. Originally from England, she had travelled extensively in her thirties before settling in the states. Her interest in female fighting had developed after she taken up self-defence classes to protect herself while travelling. As they descended into the basement, Reena’s eyes widened in surprise. There was a proper wrestling ring dominating the room. The immediate surrounding area was covered in thin gym mats while all the walls and ceiling were thickly padded bar some recessed lighting. Noticing Reena’s quizzical look, Jakki explained that the padding was for sound proofing. After all, it can get quite loud down here, she grinned.
The rules were quickly agreed – no strikes to the face (both women had careers away from this past time to consider) but apart from that…. Also, this was going to be a best of 3 submissions or knockouts – no time limit. The women slipped off their street clothes, revealing their chosen battle wear. As Reena’d suspected, Jakki was far less curvaceous then her. Her body type would best be described as athletic – very lithe and fit looking, with hardly any body fat. A tan boob-tube covered her small, pert breasts and a pair of black tanga trunks clung over a flat lower abdomen, her pelvis quite prominent. Long, slender legs hinted at hidden power, barely meeting at the top. As Jakki turned around to stretch herself against the ropes, her perfectly round, plump ass wiggled provocatively, although Reena couldn’t be sure if this was purposeful. She turned back to Reena, her long, willowy arms stretching above her head before bending to sweep her shoulder-length auburn hair back from her face. Leaning back against the padded corner posts, Jakki cast an eye over her opponent. Reena had opted for an olive green one piece bathing suit, a very deep vee tied behind her neck, the knot hidden beneath the long plait that Reena had tied her luxuriant back hair into, the straps of the swimsuit stretching down over her large chest, which bulged on either side of the lycra fabric, meeting below her navel. The swimsuit was cut high over the large, rounded hips, showing off the full extent of her thick, powerful thighs as well as cossetting over her crotch. Although it was her exact size, the garment was straining to contain Reena’s spectacular curves, which were all the more defined by the thin layer of baby oil she’d applied when dressing earlier. Their stretches and preparations complete, the two women began to circle each other.
Surprisingly, Jakki looked as if she wanted to lock up in the centre of the ring. Surely, this was a mistake with the clear power disproportion but Reena wasn’t going to disappoint. Both women hooked one hand behind their opponent’s neck while the other hand gripped the opposite shoulder and took the strain. Inevitably, Reena’s overwhelming weight advantage soon told, forcing Jakki backwards. Confidence bloomed ever higher in Reena. But this was an error. Jakki bent her right knee, almost touching the mat. This caused Reena to pitch forward slightly, losing her grip on Jakki’s neck, just as Jakki had intended. Quickly releasing her own grip, the Brit hooked Reena’s left arm as she slipped alongside her and ducked underneath it. This savage twist pitched Reena even further forward, forcing her to one knee. Jakki took no time in taking advantage, releasing the arm and cinching in a tight headlock, dropping to her left knee at the same time. Locking her hands beneath her own breasts, Jakki began to grind at Reena’s trapped head. As the discomfort grew, Reena grabbed at her opponent, her left hand travelling up Jakki’s back, trying to secure a handful of hair while her right hand dug into the powerful thigh muscles of Jakki’s right leg. Sensing that the hold had run its course, the Brit released Reena, pushing her away while nimbly springing back to her full height. Slightly panting, Reena spun on her knees to face the English woman, keeping her in her eyesight at all times. As she began to rise, Jakki nodded towards Reena’s chest. “You might want to put them away, love. Bit of an obvious target,” she chuckled, bouncing lightly from foot to foot while shaking her shoulders out. Reena glanced down to see that both of her voluminous tits had slipped free of her swimsuit. Pushed together by the fabric straps, they had created a canyon of cleavage, the erect dark nipples pointing straight ahead. Embarrassment flooded over her as she scooped them back into the constraints of the costume. “Well, if you’ve got it – flaunt it!” she snapped, pointedly glancing at Jakki’s comparatively flat chest. The jibe wasn’t lost on the English woman. Her friendly smile faltered for a second before being replaced by something slightly more sardonic, as she gave a small shake of the head and a little laugh. “Oh, this is going to be fun!” she breathed, beginning to circle again.
Tentatively, Reena stayed on all fours, keeping a low base. She decided to wait until Jakki strayed too close and then she would take her legs out. Unfortunately for her, Jakki wasn’t prepared to give Reena the chance. Feinting left, she quickly shifted her weight to her right foot. Too late , Reena had fallen for the trick and lent right, exposing her guard. A swift snap kick slammed into her upper chest, rocking her back on her heels. This was swiftly followed by a similar kick across the back of the shoulders, which sent the larger woman sprawling to the canvas. With viper-like swiftness, Jakki was on her. Stretching Reena’s left arm perpendicular to her body, the Brit lay it palm up, torqueing the raven haired lovely’s shoulder joint. Then, after setting her left knee on Reena’s elbow, she rested her own right elbow onto Reena’s shoulder socket. “Do you know what I really love about catfighting, Reena?” Jakki mused, while Reena squirmed helplessly below her.” No? Well, although the big, painful one-off moves are fun, it’s the slow, grinding holds I like.” To emphasise her point, Jakki twisted the point of her elbow into the shoulder joint, drawing a gasp of pain from Reena. “You know what I mean? When you can really make your opponent feel it? When you can show her who the better woman is.” As proof of this philosophy, Jakki grasped Reena’s left wrist and lifted it fractionally off the mat. With her elbow locked by Jakki’s knee, this relatively slight movement was agony for the grounded catfighter! “ Nnnyyyyyaaaaa!” the Latino yelped, her legs working frantically to get some purchase to try and dislodge Jakki’s controlling hold but it was no good. Smiling slyly, Jakki tweaked Reena’s arm again, once more eliciting the cry of pain. “Oh, don’t worry, love,” she hissed into Reena’s ear. “I’m not going to make you quit yet. Let’s have some fun!” Quickly, Jakki released her hold on Reena’s arm, spinning ninety degrees and planting both knees into the small of the dark haired amazon’s back. Rising up, Jakki concentrated all of her weight into the points of her knees. Involuntarily, Reena flung her head back, yelling out in a mix of agony and rage. It was just what Jakki wanted. Reaching around Reena’s neck, she bent her hand back across her struggling victim’s chin, pulling the head backwards. Pressing her right hand into the back of Reena’s fleshy thighs, the English beauty slid her knees further across the woman’s back so that her shins now spanned the width of Reena’s gluteal muscles. Her right hand now slipped over the front of Reena’s right thigh. “Ready, Reena? Here we go!” mocked Jakki. “ Shut..up…. you….” grunted Reena through gritted teeth but her insult was cut off as a stab of pain shuddered through her. Jakki had started to rock backwards – initially raising the entire right hand side of Reena slightly before it fell flat again; the second time almost of all Reena was turned from the ring floor. The third rock was the decisive one. Jakki’s` momentum carried her onto her back, her bent knees now cradling Reena above the mat, the dark haired pawg arched torturously, her head and feet brushing the canvas. “Do you like my bow and arrow, Reena? I love this move….especially when I do….this!” With that, Jakki pulled down with both hands, effectively bouncing Reena’s already distraught back. “Aaaaarrrrhhhhh……. No….please…” cried Reena, her hands clawing at Jakki’s left hand, trying to free her chin. The extra pressure once more proved too much for the straining straps of the swimsuit as Reena’s sweat-shined breasts squeezed free. Without support, they fell to either side of her sternum, pulling at the flesh painfully. Jakki saw this and laughed. “Not so pleased with those massive melons now, are you?” she jeered, bouncing Reena once more. The pain was so overwhelming, the agonised fighter couldn’t respond. “You know, I can do this all night, Reena,” Jakki cooed, pulling Reena’s head slightly further backwards. “But I’ve got other plans.
Releasing her grip, Jakki pushed the gasping Reena off of her shins, where she collapsed face down, gasping, to the canvas. Springing to her feet, the Brit stood behind the shuddering fighter, picking up her opponent’s left foot and raising it until her thigh cleared the mat. Reena was too spent to offer resistance and simply groaned. A smirk danced across Jakki’s face. “Reena, I’ve got another hold I want to try. I’ve never used it before so you’ll have to tell me how it feels.” Jakki stepped her right leg across Reena’s raised left before bringing her thighs together, effectively scissoring the Latino’s lower leg. “First, I think I do this..” with that, Jakki dropped to her knees, wrenching Reena’s trapped leg horribly against the joint. This certainly got a reaction. Reena’s scream would have alerted the neighbours if it hadn’t been for the sound-proofing padding on the walls. Desperate to make the pain stop, Reena tried to push her upper body off of the mat, her face contorted in agony. Unfortunately, this was playing straight into Jakki’s hands. Shuffling herself further up Reena’s body, Jakki continued to punish the trapped leg. “So far, so good, ‘ey, Reena? Let’s see if I can now put the finishing touches to this.” Grabbing the trailing braid, Jakki torqued Reena’s head backwards, raising the struggling woman’s chin. Keeping the braid clenched in her right hand, Jakki’s left cupped Reena’s chin. Once happy the hold was secure- Reena seemingly being too wracked in distress to resist- Jakki released the braid, reached around the other side of her foe’s head and grabbed her own wrist. Now, for the last step. Pulsing her shoulders forward, Jakki bumped her entwined arms from Reena’s chin to her mouth and lower nose and leaned backwards, her sharp ulna bone crushing into Reena’s face. The pain was incredible!! Reena’s leg was terribly twisted, her back and neck contorted and now a knife like agony in her lower face. Her huge breasts shaking with the intense torture, she tried to raise her hands to claw at Jakki’s hands but she didn’t have the strength. “Now, now, Reena,” chided Jakki, “It’s very commendable that you should try and resist but it just makes me want to do ….. this!” Gripping her wrist even tighter, Jakki rocked back as far as possible, pulling Reena’s head back via her mouth and nose. It was too much! Reena knew she was seconds from blacking out from the pain. Frantically, she slapped at Jakki’s forearm, signalling her submission. “Good choice,” laughed Jakki, releasing her grasp on Reena’s face and unscissoring the leg. Reena collapsed to the canvas, her body in so much discomfort, she couldn’t decide which part to try and soothe first. Squatting down next to her, Jakki contemptuously tapped Reena on the head. “Tell you what? I’ll give you one minute to recover then we’ll go again,” she whispered, her voice sickly sweet with malicious joy. Raising back to her feet, she backed up against the top rope, stretching out her arms and rolling her neck, loosening herself up. “What’s that old Carpenters song?” she asked, mockingly tapping her lips as if trying to retrieve a memory. “Oh, yes!” she laughed, clicking her fingers as if the answer had just miraculously appeared before trilling. “We’ve only just begun!”

To be continued