British steelThe conclusion
By Joebur68

( Recap - Keen to further her catfight experience, Reena has engaged in a vicious best of three submissions or knockouts battle with cocky English woman, Jakki, in the latter’s basement pro-style ring. Despite being forced to give to a vicious STF, Reena has equalised the match with a camel clutch followed by a lion tamer. Jakki now has one minute to recover…)

Wincing in pain, Jakki staggered to her feet, one arm massaging her aching back while the other tenderly held her bare breasts, rendered red and claw-marked by Reena’s merciless mauling. Unsteady on her feet, she slumped against the top turnbuckle of the nearest corner, desperately trying to regain her composure. “Ten seconds, Jakki,” called Reena from the opposite side of the ring, laconically resting against the pads. Rather than keep having to re-adjust her flimsy swimsuit straps, Reena had simply shrugged them off, revealing her massive breasts which glistened in the glare of the recessed light. “Then I’m coming for you!” Gulping, Jakki tried to stand up straight but her back muscles were still knotted from the pressure that Reena had inflicted with the Lion Tamer. “ 3……2……1…. Ding, ding!” Horrified, Jakki turned to see Reena, whose own injuries had momentarily been overwhelmed by an adrenalin rush, charging across the canvas. There was no avoiding it. Reena launched herself, crushing the English woman beneath a full body splash. Once more, Jakki found her head buried between the huge, sweat-sheened mounds of Reena’s breasts, her cries of distress muffled by the hot flesh that enveloped her. She would have sagged to the floor but Reena’s powerful thighs had encircled her waist, pulling the Brit’s stomach close into her crotch. Wrapping her arms around Jakki’s shaking shoulders, Reena pulled her even closer, suffocating her inside her heaving cleavage. “Nothing to say now, Jakki? No smart –ass remarks? How about now?” With that, Reena rocked backwards, pulling Jakki down with her.

Flat on her back, Reena pulled her arms in as far as possible, giving Jakki no wiggle room at all. Simultaneously, she crossed her legs at the shin, her fleshy thighs digging relentlessly into the English Rose’s waist, pushing at the base of the rib cage. Reena couldn’t help but smile. She had Jakki now. The relentless wearing down of this hold when coupled with the damage she inflicted in the last fall could surely only lead to one result – an inevitable submission. However, it appeared that Jakki had other ideas. The Brit’s legs were almost pedalling against the canvas mat, looking for purchase. Slowly, inch by inch, Reena felt her ass and lower back begin to curl off of the floor as Jakki pushed upwards. Suddenly, Jakki struck. Fingers bunched into points, she jabbed hard into Reena’s soft belly. With a yelp, Reena released Jakki’s head, which rocketed upwards from the stifling cleavage, whooping for breath. However, this desperation move had not weakened Reena’s scissors hold around the Brit’s waist. Again, she squeezed, trying to stifle Jakki’s retaliation. In agony, Jakki arched backwards, her flat stomach taut, her face thrust towards the ceiling, her arms outstretched imploringly. From her slightly oblique angle, Reena had the perfect view as Jakki’s small, pert breasts thrust forward in her pain. A frission of excitement tingled through Reena’s pussy. This was so hot! She pulsed her legs again, the groan of despair from the trapped auburn-haired beauty turning her on even more.

The pain around Jakki’s midriff was excruciating! It felt as if her lower ribs were being crushed to powder as Reena’s thick, slick thighs continued to relentlessly squeeze, her heels banging against the Brit’s agonised back. Grimly, Jakki set her jaw. There was no way this Yank was going to beat her! Quickly, she assessed her options. She could try and pull the ankles apart but would she be able to get leverage reaching behind her? Maybe attempt a tit claw but she was sure that she wouldn’t be able to reach without further damage to her already hurt back. However, this gave her an idea. Slowly, deliberately, Jakki coiled her hand into a claw and appeared to be on the verge of lunging forward to try and clamp onto Reena’s straining breast. Naturally, Reena raised her hands to cover her exposed tits and this gave Jakki the opportunity she needed. Swooping down, her right hand clenched into a fist and slammed against the olive-green covered crotch of the raven-haired torturer. The reaction was immediate! With a howl of distress, Reena instantly released the scissors, falling flat to the mat, her pussy burning from Jakki’s attack. Payback was a bitch! Taking the opportunity, Jakki crawled quickly away, making sure she was clear of Reena’s powerful legs.

Eyes screwed tight, Reena held herself between her legs, her feet kicking the mat to try and control the pain. Taking deep, rasping breaths, she forced her eyes open and sat up, scanning around for Jakki. Surely the Brit was too spent to be able to launch any serious attack? Again, she was mistaken. A clubbing blow across the back of the shoulders almost folded Reena double, knocking the breath from her. Jakki was back on her feet and boiling with rage. Standing behind the Latino brawler, she gripped onto Reena’s braid and pushed the dark haired Amazon’s head forward before stepping over the grounded fighter’s shoulders and planting her feet between Reena’s legs. Pulling back on the braid, Jakki raised Reena’s head just above the level of her knees before slapping on a scissors. Yelping, Reena grimaced in agony as her jaw was squeezed and mangled by the pressure. But Jakki wasn’t finished yet. Leaning forwards, she wrapped her hands under Reena’s calf muscles and lifted the legs off of the mat. Bracing herself, Jakki began to pull. Reena howled. The pain was incredible! Every sinew and tendon in her body screamed at this torture. In a frenzy, she squirmed and resisted but it seemed hopeless- she couldn’t break free.

As if sensing Reena’s distress, Jakki’s cockiness began to grow again. Squeezing Reena’s trapped head even tighter, she called. “Hi, Reena. Hope you’re comfortable.” A flood of curses was her only response. “My, my! Such terrible language from a lady!” laughed Jakki, pulling her arms up slightly further, producing a deep groan from Reena as her hamstrings, back and neck took the brunt of the pressure. “Do you like this hold? I’ve never tried it before so, effectively, you’re my test subject for it; my guinea pig.” She laughed at her little joke, pulling Reena’s legs higher, stretching the hamstrings further and further, eliciting another pained gasp. “Let’s see what happens when I do……. this!” Jakki flexed backwards with all her might. “Nnnnyyyyyyaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!” screamed Reena, the pain almost overwhelming. The tendons running down the back of her thighs felt like they were being shredded while her back bent further forward than was advisable, her mountainous breasts squashed against her raised thighs and Jakki’s sharp knees digging relentlessly into her neck and jaw. Ragged gasps punctuated the screams as a fresh wave of pain engulfed her, every inch of skin seeming to pour sweat as the torment increased. A further jolt of agony caused Reena’s whole body to twist and spasm in reflex. Unfortunately for her, Jakki had further punishments in store.

Holding Reena’s calves firmly, Jakki rocked herself backwards, dropping to a seated position. Howling at this new stress on her already over-extended hamstrings, Reena was pulled back with her, her head coming to rest on top of Jakki’s bikini bottoms , her chin pushed forward onto her upper chest while the steely thighs of the Brit continued to squeeze her jaw. At this moment, Jakki released the scissors but it was to be of little consolation to Reena. Instead, Jakki spread her legs to grapevine over the back of Reena’s straining thighs, using her superior leverage to push the Amazon’s legs wider and also closer to her upper body. Reena was utterly helpless. Her arms were trapped under the English fighter’s upper thighs while her own legs were being pushed to their widest extent while simultaneously inching closer and closer towards her heaving breasts. She was effectively jack-knifed. Jakki was in complete control. “Now, this hold I do know the name of,” she laughed, pushing an escaped lock of hair off of Reena’s grimacing face. “Congratulations- you’ve been spladdled!” As she rested on her locked arms, Jakki continued gloating. “What do think of the view, Reena? Did you ever imagine getting so up close and personal with your own pussy?” It was true. As Jakki hooked her calves over the outside of Reena’s inner thighs, she pulled the legs closer still. The Latino brawler’s tendons pulled to ripping point and her back bent almost in half, Reena’s face was level with the sumptuous curves of her large, rounded ass and probably no more than a few inches away from her pussy; the waxed skin stretched taut and clearly visible as the thin fabric of her swim suit was pulled downwards by the forward motion of her legs. As the legs inched ever closer, the material was pulled thinner and tighter, slipping in between the parting lips of her sex, the darker thickened skin of her labia emerging before Reena’s desperate eyes. This was hell! The hold was threatening to tear her in half and now the indignity of her vagina being exposed! The irony was not lost on Reena- she had used something quite similar to embarrass Suzi in their fight. And, of course, Jakki noticed too. Reaching forward, the Brit took hold of Reena’s left ankle and slipped her left foot along the length of the Latino’s inner thigh. Reena grunted and hissed as she tried to pull free but she was well and truly stuck. Gently, Jakki rest the sole of her bare foot on top of Reena’s increasingly more visible mound. “Well, well, well,” she giggled, padding her foot gently up and down while Reena strained against the lock.” It’s very moist there, Reena. Been enjoying the torture, have you?” “ Uggh….fuck….you….” gasped Reena, her muscles straining to try and break free. This was simply more encouragement for Jakki. Slowly, she ran her heel up and down Reena’s pussy, each pass with a little more downward pressure. Reena’s yelps of pain rose in pitch with each second. “I wonder if I can make you cum?” mused Jakki, stroking the exposed lips with her foot. Shaking her head in despair, Reena could only squeal in frustration. Laughing louder, Jakki slipped her leg along Reena’s thigh again, re-hooked it and pulled closer still. “Come on, Reena – give it up. You don’t want me to pull back any further, do you? Or do you want to eat yourself out?” laughed Jakki, completely at ease and knowing that Reena was swiftly running out of time. Her breath even more shallow and rapid than before, Reena had to do something. With her arms and legs immobilised, her only option was her head. Pushing it forward fractionally, she was able to lift it clear of Jakki’s crotch. Then, with all the energy she could muster, she flicked it back, right into the English woman’s pussy. Although nowhere near hard enough to inflict any real pain on the Brit, she did gasp and recoil slightly, her legs slipping over the top of Reena’s tortured thighs. Thankful of this marginal respite, Reena’s legs flopped, crashing flat to the canvas. But her head was still lying in Jakki’s lap.

“Let’s put that braid to good use again, shall we?” Jakki grunted, grabbing Reena’s trailing plait. Slowly, she lifted the rope of hair, giving Reena no choice but to struggle to lift her head from the bikini bottoms as her scalp screamed in distress. Maintaining a relentless grip on the hair, Jakki pulled the plait backwards while bringing her feet up to rest on the Latino beauty’s shoulders. Wrapping the braid around her fist, Jakki pulled Reena towards her while pushing back with her powerful legs. Reena’s screams were certainly testing the soundproofing of the room as her hair was pulled from the depths of her roots, her neck was stretched in opposing directions and her shoulder muscles were being mashed into paste. Tiring of the game, Jakki decided that all good thing should come to an end. Letting the tension on the ensnared braid loosen slightly, she lifted her feet over Reena’s compressed trapezius muscles before once again yanking at the length of long, luscious black hair. With a yell, Reena’s head once more nestled in the English Rose’s waiting lap. “Shit!” the Latino gasped, desperately struggling to push herself away but it was too late. Jakki’s long, slender, ballet-dancer-esque legs closed around her throat like a bear trap. “Sorry, Reena,” breathed Jakki, her tone becoming worryingly serious. “But this has gone on too long. If it’s any consolation, I’ve loved wrestling you and you have made me sooooooo wet but…” she paused for dramatic effect. “You’re done!” With that. Jakki crossed her left shin under her right knee before folding the knee to a tight acute angle. Grabbing her right foot, she began slowly pulling upwards. Reena’s hands clawed frantically at the sinewy calf muscle that was pushing against her throat, restricting the blood flow and air supply to her brain. She was trapped in a perfectly-executed knotted figure four headscissors and she was fading fast. Jakki looked down at her victim, noting with grim satisfaction the reddening of the raven haired beauty’s face and the gradual weakening of her movements. “Sorry, Reena,” she repeated, lifting her foot higher, cranking the pressure more…more. Futilely, Reena’s legs kicked and thrashed but to no avail. “ Hnuh…hnuh… hnuh…” Reena panted, her eyes bulging as the terror of oxygen deprivation took control. Imploringly, Reena looked up at the dominant English woman, whose face was set in a mask of determination. It was no use – this was it. Gradually, Reena’s eyelids began to flutter as her vision darkened, her clawing slowed first to ineffectual slaps then pawing then finally.... her hands slumped to the floor, her whole body sagging beneath Jakki’s legs. Just to make sure this wasn’t a trick, Jakki maintained the hold for a few seconds longer before reaching forward and grabbing Reena’s motionless right wrist. Raising the hand, she let it go. It slapped the mat like a dead fish. Reena was out. Quickly, Jakki released the hold, sliding backwards. As Reena’s head hit the canvas, she moaned gently, turning slightly to her side. Jakki smiled. What a fight! What a victory! Grimacing with the pain of this mammoth battle, she rolled to her knees and looked at her defeated foe, the huge, heaving chest and partially uncovered pussy of her fallen foe a gorgeous sight to behold. Maybe Reena might be interested in a different kind of tussle when she woke up? Titillated by the thought, the bruised Brit struggled to her feet and gingerly walked to the ropes.

Darkness. No pressure, no twisting or pulling. Reena slowly became aware of her surroundings- the cold damp canvas beneath her, the whole body ache that seemed to engulf her and ...was that water she could hear? Slowly, groggily she opened her eyes. She was flat on her back in the ring, looking to her left. In the corner of the basement, she could see blurred movement. Struggling to sit up, she shook her head and focused. Jakki was taking a shower in an open-plan style wet area, her back facing the trembling Reena, who was now crawling painfully towards the ropes for leverage. Turning off the water supply, Jakki picked a towel from a nearby hook and began to pat her face dry while she turned around. As the towel dropped from her face, Jakki saw Reena, who was leaning heavily on the top rope, holding her neck, and smiled. Assuredly, she padded across towards the ring. Begrudgingly, Reena had to admire the English woman’s self-assurance. She was completely at ease with her body. Absolutely naked, Jakki towel dried her soaking auburn hair, her perfectly symmetrical, athletic breasts jiggling slightly, rivelets of water running down her flat stomach towards a neatly trimmed strip of light brown hair. Something silver glinted from inside the hair- a piercing of some description. Reena found it hard to look away. “Hi, Reena. You ok? Don’t worry- you were only out for a minute or two,” Jakki smiled, quickly running the towel across her chest and abdomen. “Needless to say but …well, you lost. But wow! What a match!!! God, we really took it to each other, didn’t we? I never expected it to be so good,,,or such a turn on.” Coquettishly, Jakki ran her tongue quickly over her top lip. Reena was quite stunned at the woman’s candidness but was too spent to respond. “Anyway, please feel free to use the shower. Once you’re ready, come upstairs. I’ve got some lovely new herbal teas I’d love you to try and maybe afterwards….” She paused, chewed her bottom lip and smoothed her hands down over her bust and her stomach, her eyes momentarily closed in imagined bliss “…you’d like to try something else new too?” With that, she turned towards the stairs, her perfect, round ass bouncing slightly with each step.

Twisting the dial, Reena stepped back from the stream of water, waiting for it to warm. Wincing with every move, she peeled the swimsuit off and stepped into the jet, letting the water pound and relax her aching back muscles. Untying the braid that had ultimately contributed to her defeat, she shook out her hair and pushed it back over her brow, feeling it flatten under the water’s flow. As the soothing water began to ease her aches and discomforts, Reena tilted her head back, soaking her forehead and shoulders and enjoying the flow over the front of her body. Closing her eyes, Reena rubbed her neck gently, the tendons beneath tender and smarting at the slightest touch. Slowly, she eased her hands down over her collar bones, over her upper chest and down over her heaving, sore breasts. Cupping the scratched bosoms, she recognised how engorged they were. Heavier and fuller than normal, her fingers gently played over pliant flesh before resting on the fully erect nipples. As she held her full, copious chest, her thoughts drifted to Jakki and her offer. True, the woman had just scratched, twisted and choked her into unconsciousness but she had also turned her on massively. Reena had always thought of herself as purely hetro but, to be honest, her last relationships had been disappointing and very unsatisfying, with her partners seemingly mostly interested in their own gratification over her needs. Lost in thought, her right hand travelled lightly down her stomach, her fingers alighting on areas that Jakki had battered and tortured mere moments before. Yet still she couldn’t feel any anger towards the Brit. If anything, Reena’s admiration and interest was growing. She could well imagine that Jakki would know exactly how to satisfy her. Gently, her fingers slipped between the swollen lips of her wet pussy, a short gasp issuing as she touched her aroused clitoris. In her mind’s eye, she was looking down her body to make eye contact with Jakki, whose head nestled between her thick, fleshy thighs, her mouth cupped over Reena’s sex, her tongue darting, licking, circling. Reena’s hand flexed as her fingers worked, taking her closer, closer…; her head leaning backwards, eyes lightly closed and mouth open in ecstasy as the shower’s jets of hot water streamed across her face. The soothing, welcome water gushed over her shuddering chest, as she massaged her left tit, down over her stomach and pussy, where her right hand worked faster, faster….. Thrusting her left hand against the shower tiles to steady herself, Reena’s entire body shuddered as she climaxed, the water of the shower diluting the ejaculate which seeped from between her fingers. Panting at the exertion, Reena grinned wolfishly to herself as she rinsed herself clean, turned off the water and quickly towelled herself dry. Jakki was right. It was time to try something new. Naked and glistening, Reena headed up the stairs…..

The end