British steel - Part two
By Joebur68

( The story so far- Reena is fighting Jakki, a tall, lithe Brit, in the pro style ring in Jakki’s basement. Despite her perceived advantage due to her being physically bigger, Reena has been relentlessly tortured into the first submission by the English rose)
“ Ok, Reena. That’s your minute. Time to start again,” Jakki called from the corner of the ring where she was sitting on the top turnbuckle. Casually, she inspected her finger nails, seemingly without a care in the world. Across the canvas, Reena was struggling to her knees, every square inch of her back aching and her left knee smarting terribly. Reena chastised herself. She had been far too over-confident, thinking that her superior size guaranteed an easy win. This woman knew what she was doing and knew how to hurt. Reena knew she had to do something major quickly- something to give her an advantage but what? Slipping off of the corner pad, Jakki skipped across the ring, her mocking self-confidence infuriating the aching Reena even further. “Aww! Has diddums still got a hurty back?” she pouted, her impression of a child raising the Latino’s ire even higher. Utterly confident in her dominance, Jakki stood less than a foot away from Reena, her hands resting on her narrow hips. Seeing her opportunity, Reena exploded forwards, her right shoulder ramming into Jakki’s midrift. Collapsing backwards, Jakki crashed to the mat. Reena took no time in slithering on top of her. Grasping Jakki’s upper arms, Reena pinned her flat to the floor, stomach to stomach, chest to chest but what to do now? To her frustration, Jakki was still talking. “Wow! Looks like thunder tits still has some fight in her!” she giggled, writhing beneath Reena’s sweat-drenched body. This was the last straw. “Seeing as you love talking about my tits so much, why don’t you get better acquainted?” Reena snarled. With that, she pushed herself forward then immediately released Jakki’s arms, wrapped her own arms around the back of the English woman’s neck and pulled her head into her huge, heaving cleavage. It was a classic tit smother and Reena took grim satisfaction in watching Jakki’s entire head be swallowed by the caramel, glistening flesh of her still-exposed breasts. However, this didn’t garner the results Reena hoped for. Three things happened at once- Reena’s left thigh, which was between Jakki’s legs, was suddenly scissored as Jakki pulled it closer to her groin before beginning to grind her crotch against it; the English woman’s hands grabbed two handfuls of Reena’s copious ass and began to caress and squeeze and, between her breasts, Jakki had turned her face sufficiently to take in Reena’s right nipple, which she now hungrily sucked and licked! Shocked, Reena released Jakki’s head which fell backwards from the gorge of cleavage, a dreamy smile plastering her face. “Oh, don’t stop now,” Jakki purred, the tip of her tongue flicking the cupid’s bow of her top lip. “I was so close.” Enraged, Reena did the only thing she could think of and rammed the leg that Jakki was tribbing against upwards. The clash of thigh and pussy made Jakki gasp, slacken her hold and roll to her side, her hands clutching at her crotch, the cheeky smile wiped away.
Reena was apoplectic with rage. How dare this bitch try something like that! This was too much! Grabbing Jakki’s raised right shoulder, Reena pushed her all the way over, face to the canvas and straddled her back. Planting her feet firmly to the floor, Reena grabbed a handful of the slick, auburn hair on either side of the Brit’s head and yanked it backwards. For the first time, Jakki had no smart mouth comment to make, just a shriek of discomfort as her upper chest was lifted clear of the mat. Swiftly, Reena released her left hand from Jakki’s hair, grabbing onto her chin, keeping the head torqued backwards. This gave her the chance to shift her weight further up Jakki’s back, sliding her feet parallel to the English rose’s shoulders. Jakki’s head firmly in her control, Reena let go with her right hand, pushed her fingers under the Brit’s right upper arm and scooped it over her right knee. Quickly, she swapped hands under Jakki’s chin and repeated the move on her left before lacing both hands under Jakki’s chin. She done it! She’d finally cinched in a camel clutch! Locking her arms ( a move that pushed her massive boobs upwards, almost swamping Jakki’s trapped head), Reena lent backwards. Helpless, Jakki squealed in agony, her pinioned arms unable to do anything except wave ineffectually. Her only respite was folding her right leg underneath her waist which prevented Reena from pushing down her full pressure on the Brit’s back. Now it was time for Reena to gloat. The rise of her knees keeping Jakki suspended and arched, she lent forwards, releasing Jakki’s chin; the auburn beauty’s head dropping forwards as she gasped for breath. “You seem obsessed with tits, Jakki,” Reena smiled, smoothing Jakki’s perpiration sodden hair back from her tortured expression. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” With that, she snaked her hands over Jakki’s shoulder, clutched the top of the Brit’s boob-tube and ripped it in half, exposing Jakki’s pale, slight breasts, the small domes topped by dark, conical nipples that were fully erect. Reena couldn’t resist- she’d suffered something similar in her last battle. She grabbed both breasts easily and gripped. Again, the Brit shrieked, her arms and head thrashing wildly. Maliciously, Reena began to pull upwards, all of Jakki’s body weight being lifted through her pain-wracked breasts. “C’mon, Jakki. I can do this all day,” cooed Reena, quoting the Brit’s disrespectful offer from earlier in the match. “All you’ve got to do is….” “No!” yelled Jakki, with surprising venom, shaking her head to emphasise the point. “OK. Well, here’s a new move I’d like to try,“ Reena hissed into the Brit’s ear before roughly pushing Jakki’s face into the mat.
Gingerly standing up, her left knee still throbbing from the STF that Jakki had submitted her to, Reena turned and hobbled toward Jakki’s feet. Just as she hoped, Reena watched as Jakki rolled onto her back, cradling her sore tits. Scooping up the English Rose’s thighs, Reena hoisted her opponent’s legs and back clear of the mat, hooking the English catfighter’s knees under her arms. Helplessly, Jakki was dangling, almost perpendicular to the mat, her hair fanning out over the canvas. Desperately, she tried to support her weight on her hands but Reena simply heaved her higher and then dropped, bouncing her head onto the ring floor. Furiously, the Brit tried to squirm her way out but Reena wasn’t so easily shaken off. Locking her hands under Jakki’s knees, she hoisted her opponent slightly higher. “Give up?” she called down. “To this? You’re joking?” hissed Jakki, trying to twist her way out. “No… to this!” snarled Reena, pivoting around her right leg.
With a squeal, Jakki was turned onto her front, her chin and upper chest grinding into the canvas as her back began to bow backwards. “Aaarrrgggghhh…….shit..shit,” she gasped, involuntarily grabbing her own head to cope with the burst of pain. Keeping her hands firmly locked and her weight on her right leg, Reena twisted slightly to her left, allowing her to force her left knee into Jakki’s spine while crouching slightly. The increased twist accompanied with the pressure of the knee yielded another cry of agony from Jakki, whose eyes were screwed tight, her hands balled into fists of defiance as her still tender breasts was pushed into the rough weave of the ring floor. Reena sank lower, twisting further, digging the knee deeper, savouring every painful second that Jakki was suffering. Time for a little added incentive. Grasping her left forearm to preserve the lock, Reena wormed her left hand under her massive tits and in between the sinewy, straining legs of the Brit. She rested her palm on top of Jakki’s tanga-clad pussy. Through the soaked cotton, Reena could feel every detail of the trapped fighter’s aroused mound. Beneath her, Jakki’s eyes had snapped open at the first touch of her sex. Frantically, she scrabbled at the mat but she couldn’t get any purchase. Sadistically, Reena took hold of a pussy lip between finger and thumb and twisted. Again, Jakki screamed but this time a higher pitch. It was music to Reena’s ears after the torture of the STF. Releasing her pinch, she ran her hand over Jakki’s pussy. Was that something hard in there? A clit stud? Another pinch, another high pitch scream. But enough was enough. Reena’s left knee was still sore and torqueing it into Jakki’s back was still painful. Bending her right knee fractionally more, she sank still lower. “ Aaaaah…..aaaahhhh…” gasped Jakki, her fists again clenched in frustration as she fought desperately against the pain. “Ready to give?” Reena called over her shoulder. “No!” Jakki snapped back. “Never!” “We’ll see,” mused Reena. Leaning backwards, she fully exerted the pressure she wanted. Jakki’s back arched unnaturally, the tortured vertebrae shifted nastily. It was too much for the Brit to bear. “Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhh …….. Christ…. Ok, Ok, I submit, I SUBMIT!!!” she screamed, her eyes screwed tight, tears of agony seeping between the lashes. “Good!” smiled Reena, throwing the beaten brawler’s legs back to the canvas. Rolling onto her back to try and ease the absolute torture in her gluteal tendons, Jakki cupped her agonised breasts, all her arrogance washed away. Retreating to a neutral corner, Reena draped her arms over the top rope and relaxed, flexing her left leg to try and loosen her knee. “One minute, Jakki – you’ve got one minute!”

To be concluded