Watch out for the quiet ones!
Part one
By JoeBur68

Steph loved Bella with all her heart but if there was thing about her wife that infuriated her, it was Bella’s tendency towards indiscretion. Sometimes, she’d get too excited and let something slip that should have stayed private. And it was while entertaining their friends, Georgie and Cali, that the inevitable happened. Bella always felt the need to be the centre of attention and Georgie, a vivacious, exuberant force of nature who they’d known since college in the 90’s, always seemed to bring this regrettable quality out in the beautiful African-American. Georgie and Cali were a strange match as a couple. A towering, voluptuous woman of Jamaican origins, Georgie commanded attention with her gregarious nature, booming voice and sheer physical presence, often clad in dangerously low cut tops or thigh split skirts, whereas the younger Cali was quiet and demure, always conservatively dressed , her luscious south Indian beauty shyly hidden behind horn-rimmed glasses and a sensible, dark bob.
Whenever Bella and Georgie got together, they became, at times, grating – growing louder and lewder and often making fun of their partners; especially the naturally quiet Cali, who would always smile nervously and drop her gaze. Anyway, wine had flowed a lot this particular evening and the conversation was turning to the racier side of life so, of course, Bella couldn’t help but introduce the subject of catfighting, with a brief description of her and Steph’s tussles, much to Steph’s horror. “How about it, Georgie? Wanna wrestle me?” leered Bella over the top of her drained glass. “Think you can handle a REAL woman for a change?” Steph shook her head in disbelief as Georgie began to bluster “What? No! I’m not doing anything like..” “I will!” The room dropped into silence. All eyes turned towards Cali, the small, bookish woman who was still staring into her glass. Bella was momentarily taken aback. “Sorry, Cali. Did you…?” “I said I will – wrestle you, that is.” Cali placed her glass onto the coffee table and fixed Bella with any icy stare over the rim of spectacles. “You and me, Bella, with Georgie and Steph as the audience.” Bella’s cocky smile faltered momentarily.” Sure, why not?” she shrugged, quickly regaining her confident composure. “Let’s talk details.”
The match was set for the following evening. Once again, Steph and Bella’s apartment would be the venue with the mats and the now-obligatory cameras. All the women present would be dressed in the under garments of their choice, a 30 minute time limit was set with Bella suggesting it be an exhibition match – no pins or submissions, just holds to be released when the wrestler in control decided. Georgie and Steph were allowed to watch but under absolutely no circumstances were they to interfere. As Bella finished setting up the combat zone, the two guests arrived- Georgie in an ankle-length afghan style coat while Cali opted for baggy track pants and a hoodie. Unsurprisingly, Georgie made a show of revealing herself- a red lace body with matching stockings and suspenders, her copious brown bosom swelling out of the bustier and the skin at the top of her thighs bulging under the high cut legs. Cali removed her glasses and track wear, folding it neatly and placing it on the arm of the sofa. She wore a basic black sports bra and grey tanga pants, both of which highlighted a toned and curvy physique- large firm breasts and solid, rounded buttocks off-set by lean, toned arms, defined abs and powerful, muscular thighs; her dark chocolate brown skin glistening in the lamp light. Steph, in her green gym underwear from her first fight, settled nervously onto the sofa next to Georgie and waited for Bella to make her entrance. Never one to hide her light under a bushel, Bella sashayed back into the lounge, wearing a stark white bikini that barely covered her modesty, stood in front of the audience and wiggled her large, café-creme ass provocatively at Steph ( although she was sure Bella was also doing this for Georgie’s benefit.) Bella was clearly relaxed and confident, smiling and twirling but Steph couldn’t take her eyes off of Cali, who just stood there watching. Not angry or entertained. Just focused.
“Shall we start?” enquired Bella, activating the cameras remotely while Steph started the timer. Both combatants took the traditional stance of gripping each other’s shoulders. Instantly, Bella twisted into a side headlock, pulling Cali’s head in under her left arm, and sank to her knees, a grin already forming. It was short-lived. With no sign of any panic or concern, Cali gripped Bella’s left wrist with both hands, pulled downwards to break the hold and, smoothly, confidently, transitioned into a painful looking hammer lock. She was now stood over Bella, forcing the her opponent’s left arm inch by inch up the centre of her back. Trapped on her knees, Bella was trying to twist out of the hold but Cali was pre-empting every escape attempt, shifting slightly with each turn to keep herself firmly behind the struggling woman and firmly in control. Steph chewed her lip nervously at the sight of Bella’s predicament; the woman’s eyes were screwed shut in obvious pain, her right hand cupping her left shoulder to try and ease the pressure of the arm lock, her breath now short, sharp hisses between gritted teeth.
With calm, unhurried assuredness, Cali began to build on her advantage. Keeping the hammer lock in place for as long as possible with her right hand, the sultry wallflower stepped around Bella’s twisted left arm to stand directly in front of her before releasing the arm. Before the busty bombshell had time to react, Cali wrenched Bella’s trapped arm upwards and then released it. Instantly, the African American woman screamed, pulling the injured arm to her front. Without pause, Cali pounced. Wrapping her left arm around the back of Bella’s head, she yanked it forward into a front facelock. Meanwhile, her right arm had snaked under Bella’s left armpit and pulled in tightly across her chest, grasping onto her left wrist. Bella’s aching limb was now dangling powerless behind the South Indian woman’s back, the tight cinch around the shoulder joint inhibiting any useful upper arm movement. Pulling Bella’s head even tighter against her lower left ribs, Cali ‘upped the ante’ even more; wrapping her toned muscular legs around Bella’s heaving midriff. This was such a simple but effective move on Cali’s part. Bella was now having to carry her opponent’s body weight while suffering excruciating pain from Cali’s sharp radius bone crushing into her windpipe, her oxygen supply severely compromised. She tried desperately to force her freedom but her attempted jabs into Cali’s ribs were futile. The blindly-flung punches only managed glancing blows against Cali’s left elbow and strong core. The retaliation was immediate. The Indian woman’s legs, already crossed at the ankles, snapped straight, the rigid uncompromising thigh muscles grinding into the soft muffin top of the ensnared woman. An anguished grunt was quickly followed by frenzied panting as Bella began to wilt in the hold. Slowly, Bella began tilting forward, her balance compromised by Cali’s limpet-like hold. Planting her free hand into the mat, the trapped wrestler tried courageously to prevent collapsing face first into the plastic covering. “No…..no….,” she huskily panted repeatedly, answering an unasked question. Above her, Cali’s face was stone. No look of triumph, of spite, of confidence. Just absolute focus. From her vantage point, Steph couldn’t help but feel a little thrill of excitement. The cold, professional demeanour was quite alluring. She caught herself with a start. That was her wife caught in that hold!
Slowly, inevitably, the weight of carrying another woman on one arm proved too much, even for someone as big and bountiful as Bella. Her right arm buckled and she fell forwards. Clearly aware that, while she still had the hold locked in tight, she was effectively pinned to the floor, Cali shifted her position, rolling to her right hand side. Georgie ‘hmm’-d contentedly and Steph could see why. With her back to them. Cali hours in the gym had certainly paid dividends. The muscles rippled under her shimmering skin as she continued to tighten the hold, Bella’s sweat soaked black ringlets spilling across the left side of the Indian woman’s sports bra. Cali’s waist was an almost-perfect hourglass, rising at the hips to a pair of firm, squeezed buttocks, gorgeously framed by a small T of grey cotton running across the top of her ass and bisecting the cheeks. Again, Steph had to re-focus. The admiration of her wife’s opponent was treasonous!! Of greater concern to Steph was Bella’s trapped left shoulder and upper arm, which now lay underneath both women, taking the full brunt of their weight. The full length mirror that lay along the base of the opposite wall showed the watching partners the other side of the hold. Bella’s body, already wet with the perspiration of struggle and frustration, well and truly caught by the body scissors applied with brutal efficiency by the smaller, quieter woman. Bella’s white bikini bottoms were already sagging, her large ass cresting over the top of the miniscule straps that secured them. Every few seconds, the trapped woman would try desperately to break herself out of the vice-like hold but to no avail. What was most noticeable was how every attempt was definitely weaker than the one previous. Bella’s free right arm, which had been trying alternately to grab Cali’s short bob or force its way between her own head and the locking arms, began to droop as the lock took its toll.
Steph sat on her hands so as not to wring them. Why did Bella have to agree to this? Why couldn’t she just shut up? Glancing at Georgie, it became clear that Cali’s wrestling proficiency was not only a shock to her – her mouth hanging open, her eyes wide- but also an aphrodisiac – her manicured fingers absent-mindedly touching herself between her crossed legs.
Back on the mat, Bella was fading fast. Her breathing had become rapid rasps, her hand had dropped onto Cali’s steely thighs and her body seemed to lose any rigidity. However, Cali clearly had more plans in store and released the hold. She pushed Bella way from her, who flopped down onto her back, her voluptuous frame shuddering with every blessed breath. Her eyes screwed tight, she cradle her injured left arm across her massive chest, which was now barely contained by the over-worked bikini bra. However, she wasn’t about to be afforded the luxury of a rest. Blowing an errant strand of hair out of her eyes, Cali reached across her fallen host and took hold of Bella’s right arm. With an uncompromising pull, she rolled Bella, who protested by a high, swift yelp, back onto her front. Then, still retaining the hold on the right arm, proceeded to snake her own right arm under and around the trapped limb to grasp her left wrist, as her left hand started pushing unmercifully down into Bella’s shoulder joint. Still dazed, Bella was helpless and at the shy girl’s mercy. She managed to turn her face toward Steph, wincing and face shining with sweat. Steph could only look helplessly on. Whether she liked it or not-Bella was on her own!
Bracing up onto her left knee, Cali leant forward slightly, pouring more pressure onto the already distressed rotator cup of her distressed competitor. Desperation fuelled another escape attempt as Bella tried to push herself up with her weakened left arm but it was too battered to raise her off the mat. Cali acted instantly to quell any further resistance. Grasping the wrist of the grapevined arm, Cali pulled it back towards her, twisting to lay across Bella’s broad, sweating back. Planting her feet about a hips width apart, she braced herself, rocked backwards and lifted her ass off the floor. Despite what this woman was doing to her wife, Steph once more had to admire the view presented to her. Every muscle and sinew in Cali’s legs were clearly defined, standing taut and strong. The tanga panties had pulled tight at the crotch, offering a tantalising outline of the mound beneath. Georgie was clearly enjoying the view too, a deep groan of pleasure involuntarily escaping louder than intended. The mirror across from them showed Cali inverted face, inches from the floor, still a mask of concentration. The sinews and muscles of her neck and shoulders stood taut and prominent, her magnificent breasts falling slightly forward, a swelling cleavage on show through the v neck of the sports bra while, just above the valley of her boobs, she held the twisted wrist of her opponent. Bella was howling in agony, her free left hand bunching and then flexing as she tried to fight the pain. Cali simply lay there, the hold firmly in place, her expression fixed and focused. Then, with no real need, she once more released, almost as if she were bored. Letting the over-exerted arm fall, Cali rolled off of Bella’s heaving back and stood up. Georgie reached out for her, maybe to pull her in for a kiss but Cali simply dismissed her with a curt shake of the head. Chastened, the larger woman sank back into the couch, looking a little sheepish. Cali clearly didn’t have time to waste with distractions. She had more punishments to inflict!
With clear deliberation, Cali headed for the outstretched legs of her prostrate opponent. Bella, still face down, was too weak to move and could offer no defence. Again, Cali’s assuredness in what she was doing was evident. She crossed Bella’s right shin across the back of the downed fighter’s left knee while holding the left lower leg perpendicular to the floor. Quickly, she turned, stepping her left foot into the triangular gap between Bella’s thick thighs and hooked the busty bombshell’s left foot behind her own left upper calf. Once happy the hold was secure, she glanced behind her to check the mat was clear and then dropped backwards like a stone. The wrench onto Bella’s ensnared legs was terrible! Screaming, the bombshell’s tortured face rocketed upwards for a second before crashing back into the forgiving plastic covering of the mats, her hoarse voice muffled by the mats. Still utterly impassive, Cali’s response was to push herself up into a classic gymnast’s crab position. Again, Steph’s concern for her trapped wife was momentarily overwhelmed by an admiration of Cali’s body. In profile, the smaller woman’s arching back accentuated her firm, prominent breasts as they jutted obliquely above her while her tummy dipped down from her ribs in a taut slope before a gentle rise to her pussy. Again, the upper legs drew attention- steely defined thighs tense and firm, butt cheeks clenched and oh so tight!!!.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Steph’s concern returned to Bella. Her wife was being systematically taken apart by Cali, who wasn’t doing this maliciously or aggressively. It was just methodical and measured. Was it a revenge thing though? Was Cali just pissed at Bella for all the gregarious, flamboyant banter that flowed between Bella and Georgie? For the snide little asides that had chipped away over the years? Again, Steph glanced at Cali’s domineering partner. Her huge breasts were rising and falling with increased rapidity at the sight of her woman being so commanding; her hand still lost within her crossed thighs. Tearing her eyes away from Georgie’s paroxysm of pleasure, Steph hugged her knees to her chest. The timer was out of reach, Bella was helpless and she had the feeling that Cali was nowhere near finished with the torture yet!

To be concluded