The Far East is Back by Galtmal

It felt nice to be back in the states and dining on what I considered to be normal food once again. The trip to the Land of the Rising Sun was certainly one I'll never forget. From the natural beauty of the land to the natural beauty of the people, it is something that I wish everyone could enjoy at least once during their lifetime. I also made some good friends as well as some important contacts along the international lines. Enrique is the manager of a stunning 16-year-old bombshell from Ecuador by the name of Mariana, and she gave Yuki all sorts of fits in their array of battles back in Osaka. I'm very excited that he has agreed to bring his fighter to the states and fight inside my ring. There were others, but this young Latino girl is the real deal. I also hooked up with a beautiful young black flight attendant on the way over and was surprised to find out just how interested she was in my little business venture. She was a bit apprehensive as she examined some of the pictures I carry with me in my portfolio, but she continually wanted to look and reexamine them, and I could tell the more she studied them the greater her excitement level grew. By the time she touched down in Japan, she had the address of my arena and all the modes of contacting me. She was based in Kansas City and flew a regular route into my area. I was certain I'd be hearing from her sometime soon. It was a very good trip. Unfortunately, not everything in my life could be perfect. I had once again fucked up my relationship with Nadia and this time I think it was for good. I called and called and continually received her answering machine. When I dropped by her apartment, all her belongings were gone. It had been nearly four weeks since her devastating loss to her archrival and I had no idea where she was.

As concerned as I was with the absence of Nadia, everything else was flowing along fantastically. I had contacted Jo and found out that she thoroughly enjoyed her battle with Sharon even though she lost the bout and was anxious to even the score. Amanda had joined forces with me again and wanted another shot at Nadia, this time in a pro style match with barbed wire surrounding the ring. I'd love to market that match but I wasn't sure if I'd hear from Nadia again. And lastly, the fighting duo from Japan had landed at the airport just about four hours ago. They had settled into their luxury suite at the hotel and were currently enroute to the arena. Kyoko and Yuki returned with one thing on their minds, and that was to exact some revenge upon their American counterparts, Sharon and Jenny. It had been a while since I had seen them as Sharon wasn't a regular on the fight cards and Jenny seemed to be put off by the rejection she received from me. I hadn't seen either of them since the night of the encounter with Kyoko. I was surprised that Sharon so readily agreed to a fight although I'm sure there was still some bad blood flowing from her prior encounter even though she got the best of it. I forgot to mention the attire but I was hoping they would be wearing something sexy. I rubbed upon my crotch as I sat comfortably in my desk chair with my feet propped up. I couldn't help but envision the foursome getting into a vicious scrap and it excited me to no end. While my mind drifted thinking about the four sexy combatants, I was startled back into reality when Kyoko was suddenly standing in front of me, holding a garment bag. She smiled and asked if I played with myself often. I was certain that my face was reddened a bit but responded quickly by telling her only when I was thinking about her. She said “I couldn't make up my mind about the outfits and wasn't sure what that American cunt would be wearing, so I brought a few options.” I told her to head on back to the dressing area and I'd let her know when Sharon arrived and I'd fill her in on the appropriate attire. I didn't see Yuki and inquired as to her whereabouts, but before Kyoko could respond, the young beauty came strolling through the door. Kyoko headed through the door and down the hall toward the dressing rooms to begin her preparations. She wanted to prepare her face while waiting to determine her fighting outfit for this evening.

Yuki too was developing into a real looker, although she was still sporting some remnants of the bruising she suffered at the hands of the young Latin hellcat. Yuki was an eighteen year old beauty, her long, shoulder length dark hair highlighted with some blonde streaks. She was adorned in a thin white top with spaghetti straps, the material so thin that I could see right through it and couldn't help but notice that she was not wearing a bra. The exposed shoulders and arms revealed the still darkish and yellow marks upon her skin from her battle with Mariana. Her small, skimpy tope left her tummy exposed and it was evident that she had started to lose some of her baby fat. It was dark and tanned from her summer back home. Although she appeared a bit thinner, her belly still had the look of a target that needed to be punched. She wore a pair of cut off jeans, extremely short revealing her long, sexy legs. I told her that this was going to be between her mother and Sharon and that she'd need to stay out of the mix today. Yuki suggested that I bind both her and Jenny to a chair, forcing them to watch and unable to participate. I thought it was a brilliant idea and led her out of the office down toward the ring area. We moved around at ringside and placed a chair down near the corner, the young beauty taking a seat. She placed her hands behind the chair and her back, where I used some thin cord to bind her wrists together. She smiled the entire time while telling me that she wanted Jenny to be seated next to her, so they could watch the bout together. I tested the knots and they seemed to be secure and I moved around to face her. Her shorts were super short as I could see her hot pink panty through the leg opening of her faded jeans. I asked her to try and struggle free from the ropes and in an attempt to motivate her; I reached forward and started squeezing gently on her firm, tender breast meat. She looked up into my eyes and stated, “I can raise my knee and drop you in a heartbeat!” I smiled and turned loose of her breasts. As I did, the American twosome walked through the doors with the both of them staring down towards ringside, eyeing the girl who once called them mother and sister.

Jenny strolled down the ramp with a strut and a look of cockiness as she glared long and hard at the young, Japanese beauty with her wrists bound behind her back, attached to the legs of the chair. Jenny asked as she approached, “Is this what you have to do to get what you want from a young female?” I chuckled a bit before responding that there was a chair here with her name on it also. Jenny too was dressed appropriately, looking hot in her short pair of cutoff denims and a royal blue tank top, her young breasts bulging outward into the soft, cottoned material. Her hair seemed to have a red looking tint to it as it hung loosely down atop her shoulders. She was sporting a pretty good tan also as her normally milky flesh had a rich, darker tone to it. She too had appeared as if she were starting to mature just a bit as I felt a hard twinge-like feeling overcome my lower extremities as I gazed upon her youthful beauty. Her mother wasn't looking too shabby either as she stood there looking like she was ready for a magazine cover shoot. Sharon was attired in a pair of very short shorts, white in color and rather tight fitting, accenting her nicely shaped lower body. She appeared to be wearing a pair of suntanned pantyhose beneath and a matching pair of shoes, white three-inch open toed heels strapped to her feet. On her already five foot ten-inch frame, her legs looked like they could go on forever. The hose shimmered as the bright lights of the ring area shone down upon them. Not that it was necessary, but she wore a black belt around her waist and wore a tight fitting, black, sleeveless, high neck sweater top. Her long, flowing brunette hair was nicely styled as it hung down past her shoulders, lying nicely upon her upper back. Her face was absolutely gorgeous, as she made sure she was well prepared before her arrival. Her full, luscious lips were moist with a deep, red lipstick shining upon them. Her cheeks were perfectly touched with just a hint of pink, and her dark eyes were outlined effectively with dark eyeliner, and a nice darkened shade of eye shadow to match her top. If I wasn't rock hard from staring at her young, sexy daughter, I was now on full alert as I filled my eyes with her statuesque, 34C-26-37 inch frame. This forty five year old beauty looked all too hot carrying her 149 pounds on that sexy body. She didn't seem apprehensive in the least about being here to tangle with her Japanese opponent once again. She rather looked as though she were looking forward to it.

Jenny looked at me while licking her lips tantalizingly, asking if I'd like to tie her up also. As tempting as that half teasingly stated offer sounded, I responded that I did and directed her toward her chair over near her hated rival. Neither of the young women spoke nor did they make any eye contact as Jenny strutted past her and plopped down upon the steel-folding chair. Jenny crossed her legs sexily while placing her arms around behind her. I stared down at her and fixated on her chest, as it seemed to be a bit larger than the last time I saw her. I shook my mind free of the allure of the trap I was headed for and moved around behind her, taking special care to make sure the cord was bound tightly and escape proof. I noticed her professionally manicured nails were decorated with multiple colors and designs, an expensive job I ventured to think. The fragrance that she wore was intoxicating and made me want to swoop down upon her inviting looking neck. Again I resisted and stood while moving around toward the front. She looked me dead in the eye and asked, “Don't you need to frisk me like you were doing to that nasty cunt when we through the door?” Guess that answered the question about what they saw. I motioned for Sharon to enter the ring and I'd go get her opponent for tonight's fight. I quickly headed toward the dressing area to get her opponent for the evening, Kyoko.

Kyoko was half dressed as I entered the room, studying her various choices of outfits that she'd brought along with her. She turned to look as I came through the door and I quickly advised her as to what her opponent was wearing as she waited out in the ring. Kyoko smiled and reached for an outfit and disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. I had to ask as I watched her walk away if she had lost some weight since her previous encounter and I could tell by the joy in her voice what the answer was going to be. It bubbled out from her mouth that she'd lost ten pounds and an inch around her waistline. This forty three year old beauty stood five foot seven inches tall, weighed about one hundred thirty eight pounds, and increased her cup size to a “C”. As she emerged from the bathroom, her 34C-25-37 inch body looked stunning in her all dark outfit. Her slightly larges bust line bulged outward into her tight fitting, black knit top. It was a sleeveless number with a low cut neckline, allowing me a good hard look at her cleavage. She too had her face prepared to perfection, dark colors accenting her dark eyes with a bit of a pinkish hue about her cheeks. Deep, wet-look red painted her thick, full lips, and her dark hair was tied up in a knot behind her head. She wore a pair of tight fitting black shorts, sheer dark hose and black-heeled boots that hit her just below the knees. They fit tightly to her calves and the three-inch heels had her looking nearly straight in the eye. It was a bit intimidating to me, but to someone like Sharon who is already tall, I'm not sure it would have the same effect. Kyoko held out her hand asking if I'd escort her out to ringside. I gladly grabbed hold and moved toward the door. I noticed her nails were long and painted a deep red like the lipstick that glistened upon her lips. We proceeded through the door and headed towards the bright lights of the ring area.

I had Kyoko on my arm as we entered the ring area and looked upon the tall, statuesque brunette who waited up inside the ring. As Kyoko made her way up the steps into the ring, I thought that Sharon might have an advantage as she has fought inside the ring before, Kyoko hadn't as far as I knew. Both forty something mothers looked super sexy as they stood inside the squared circle awaiting the word to begin this match. This was a different format from their previous encounter simply because it was being held inside the ring. This was a no holds barred catfight with no time limit. They would fight until one surrendered or no longer could continue. Both women looked anxious as I moved around down outside the ring over near the two bound teens. I asked them both if they were ready to witness their mothers tear into each other and they nodded approvingly. With approval given, I took up position along the rings apron and signaled for the fight to begin. Both women moved out from their corners, heading cautiously toward the rings center. As she moved, Sharon finished tying her hair up in back and lowered her hands into the ready position. They moved in a circular motion towards their right, sizing each other up with claws bared and ready for action. Kyoko lunged forward trying to strike first, but Sharon leaned backward while swiping around with her right hand, her nails catching Kyoko across the left cheek. Kyoko winced as she felt the nails scrape across her skin. It was a glancing blow but it left a couple of reddened markings upon her face.

Kyoko stepped backward while reaching up and placing her hand upon her cheek, rubbing it gently while looking upon her opponent with a look of sheer hatred. She screamed out and rushed forward, windmilling arms at her taller and startled foe. Sharon was backpedaling her way towards the ropes as Kyoko flung her hands and arms repeatedly, several blows landing hard upon Sharon's cheek and eye. Yuki yelled out words of encouragement as Sharon hit the ropes and bounded back forward into the Tasmanian like she-devil. Another opened right hand exploded upon the tall brunette's left eye and she quickly bent over forward, attempting to cover up from the onslaught of blows. Kyoko reached down with her left arm, placing it up and under her bent over opponent, locking her into a front headlock while raising her right knee upward, attempting to slam it up into the American woman's mid-section. The knee was driven upward, but it didn't appear to have any pop as Sharon wrapped her arms around Kyoko's left leg and lifted it upward, causing her lose balance and begin tumbling over backwards. Kyoko held tightly to her headlock pulling Sharon along with her as they both tumbled over onto the mat. Kyoko landed on the mat on her back, pulling the big brunette in tow. The tone of the fight was quickly set as Kyoko held her foe tightly with the left arm and started driving hard right fists into the Sharon's left side, landing repeatedly into the ribs. Sharon wasn't lying down and taking this pounding without dishing out some of her own as she used her nails to rake and claw at the chin and neck area of the Asian beauty. Kyoko's fists were landing solidly as each was followed by a dull thud as her fist struck the thickened material of the sweater top. Sharon made groaning sounds after each blow while Kyoko shrieked as Sharon's long, sharp talons were inflicting damage upon her smooth, soft flesh. Sharon worked both hands up onto her foe's throat and began squeezing, trying to take the air and life out of her punching opponent. Kyoko continued to throw haymakers into her opponent's ribs, trying to take the wind out of her sails. Sharon's tactic was proving to be successful as Kyoko's punches were slowing and becoming less effective. Kyoko's left leg went out wide to her left and her right tried working it's way right, looking as if she were going to use her legs by trying to place Sharon in a scissors, but she never got the momentum as Sharon was literally choking the life out of her. Kyoko started tugging at the sweater, pulling it out from inside the waistband of the shorts until was hanging loosely upon the upper body. She immediately inserted her hand beneath the material of the sweater and began attacking Sharon's breast. Sharon began making painful shrieking sounds as she felt the Asian woman's nails dig and tear at the flesh of her left tit. She turned loose of Kyoko's throat and raised her left hand upon onto the wrist of the hand causing her so much pain and discomfort. Sharon placed her right hand upon Kyoko's left forearm, sinking her nails into the flesh while attempting to loosen her hold upon her head. Sharon's painful screams were getting louder as her Asian opponent was doing unseen damage upon the brunette's smooth, tender breast meat. Sharon felt her way around the mat area with her right hand, moving it down toward the leg area and started scratching and clawing at the outer portion of Kyoko's thigh. Feeling no immediate relief, she moved her hand between the Asian woman's legs and clamped her hand tightly onto the crotch area of the black shorts. Kyoko let out a moan and tried to squeeze her legs together as she felt the discomfort down in her lower region, but was prevented from doing so due to the location of Sharon's kneeling, bent over body. Kyoko removed her hand from beneath the sweater and sent her balled up fist upward into the hanging material of the sweater, delivering a hard shot into Sharon's left breast. Sharon let out a painful yelp as she felt her breast flattened up against her breastbone. Kyoko sent another shot up into the tender breast area causing Sharon to cry out painfully, but followed with a fist of her own landing hard between the Asian's thighs, the knuckles pounding hard into the pubic mound area. Kyoko let out a painful groan of her own while turning loose of the tall brunette and trying to roll over onto her left side. Sharon could have prevented her, but she too was in a bad state of discomfort and felt the need to crawl away and try to regroup.

Sharon reached up grabbing hold of the center rope and used it pull herself up into a kneeling position. Kyoko rolled over onto her side moaning as she clutched at the crotch area of her black shorts, her eyes clenched tightly shut in obvious agony. Her neck looked like a roadmap as Sharon's claws had left their mark upon her neck while it was deeply reddened from the choking. Sharon was hurting also as she winced painfully while using the ropes to lift herself up to her feet. The only visible damage was her hair was mussed a bit and her face crimson color from being trapped within the headlock. The real damage lie beneath the material of her black sweater as her ribs and breast absorbed some serious pounding and a working over. Jenny encouraged her mother to go on the attack while Yuki began to verbally assault Jenny, obviously feeling her mother's pain as she struggled down on the mat. Sharon grimaced as she rubbed her left side but chose to ignore it as she approached her agonizing foe. She fronted Kyoko and kicked her right foot forward, driving the toe of her white shoe against Kyoko's left upper arm. Kyoko cried out as she felt the sharp pain from the shoe as she rolled over, turning away from her standing foe. Sharon kicked forward again, driving the tip of her foot square into the center of the moaning woman's back. Kyoko arched her back while reaching around with her right hand, trying to grab at the area that pained her so. Sharon reached down grabbing at the knot of hair on the back of the Asian woman's head and used it to lift her up into a sitting position. Kyoko continued to grasp at her back as Sharon continued to use the hair to pull her up onto her knees. Lifting her erect, Sharon was about to launch her knee forward but Kyoko was quick to attack herself as she sent her balled up fist forward, driving it hard into the front of the American woman's white shorts. Sharon's legs buckled as she let out a painful gasp as she felt the effects of the blow down between her legs. Kyoko pulled back her arm and drove an uppercut between the opened legs of the brunette causing her grasp her crotch as she fell down onto the mat groaning. Sharon lay on her left side, her right knee swinging in and out as she agonized from the two solid punches into her mound area. Kyoko wasn't about to waste an opportunity as she moved towards her crumpled opponent and rolled her onto her back. Kyoko slid her right hand up beneath the sweater and went back to attacking Sharon's left breast. Sharon stomped her feet in rapid fashion against the mats surface as Kyoko worked at ravaging her tit with her long, sharp nails. Sharon reached up from her back and attached her hands onto the front of Yuki's black top, using her large hands to crush and squeeze upon both of Kyoko's breasts. The look that fell upon Kyoko's face told me that it very painful having her breasts crushed within Sharon's big paws, but Sharon was the one doing all the squealing as Kyoko's right was inflicting some pain of it's own. Sharon started thrusting her knee across her body, striking it against Kyoko's hip. The first two shots didn't seem to have much effect, the third looked as if it started to hurt and Kyoko removed her hand from the beneath the sweater and began driving her fist down into the breast and ribs. The punches were landing with solid sounding thumps and Sharon's painful groans echoed throughout the arena. Sharon turned loose of Kyoko's tits as she attempted to cover up her chest and roll away from the hard swinging Asian. As Sharon rolled, Kyoko dove upon her, grabbing hold of the brunette's tied up hair and began pulling and ripping, freeing a portion of her long locks. Using the freed section of hair, Kyoko grabbed hold and lifted Sharon's head up off the mat while sending her right in a roundhouse motion, slamming her knuckles against the right cheek of the beautiful American. Sharon let out a painful whelp and closed her eyes tightly as she struggled to lower her head back down toward the canvas. Kyoko yanked hard upon the hair and landed another solid shot that stuck near the upper cheek and eye. Kyoko's face winced painfully as she shook her hand after that blow, apparently hurting herself upon Sharon's skull. Kyoko stood up while pulling Sharon upward by the hair, lifting her up into a kneeling position. Quickly moving around to front her, she launched her right foot forward, driving the toe of her black boot up between the brunette's legs, landing solidly upon the American woman's crotch. Sharon let out a painful groan and fell over forward, grabbing and holding the area between her legs.

Kyoko backed up a few feet shaking and looking at her right hand, knowing that she was now damaged and needing to end this thing before the hand could come back to haunt her. Sharon was in a bad way as tears had welled up and filled her eyes and she struggled down on the canvassed surface, dealing the extreme pain that was shooting through her loins. Kyoko moved toward her downed opponent and grabbed hold of the hair and pulled her upward onto her knees. Stepping around behind her, she placed her right leg over her shoulder, and then did so with the left, placing Sharon's head between her nylon covered thighs. Kyoko crossed her legs, locking them together with her shiny black boots and began applying some fierce pressure onto the sides of Sharon's skull, placing her into a standing head scissors. Adding to that painful misery was that Kyoko was using her good left hand to pull and twist upon the brunette beauty's hair. Sharon reached up with both hands, placing them onto the outer portions of Kyoko's thighs, tearing at the nylon covered gams with her long, sharp claws. Kyoko used her damaged right hand and placed it beneath Sharon's chin and pressed inward, forcing it against her throat. I had a good look at both fighters as they were just a couple of feet in front of me and I could see that Sharon's left cheek and eye area were puffy from the punches that Kyoko landed. I could also see that Kyoko's neck had bits of dark red in a couple of areas where Sharon's nails broke the surface of her skin. Yuki hollered out some instruction, hoping her mother would listen to her advice. Kyoko continued to squeeze her thighs together, really putting a serious hurt on her adversary. This was long, drawn out process as she stood there applying the pressure to Sharon's head. As is watched the brunette's face change to deep crimson color, I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye that drew me away from the action inside the ring. Yuki had broken free of her bonds and sprung up from her chair and immediately went over and attacked her most hated enemy. Jenny was stunned and helpless as she sat trapped with her hands tied up behind her. Yuki learned a little something from her mother's injury as she started to make a fist, but changed her mind and sent an open handed blow cracking across the cheekbone of the seventeen year old beauty. The palm of Yuki's hand cracked loudly upon the her face and landed with enough force to drive Jenny's head rocketing towards her right shoulder. Yuki latched onto her hair and righted her head while sending her right hand forward and catching the teen bombshell across the mouth. Jenny looked absolutely terrified as Yuki finally had her where she wanted her, totally helpless and at her mercy. Meanwhile in the ring, Kyoko did take Yuki's advice and as she had unlocked her legs and lifted Sharon erect into a kneeling position, pulled upward on the bottom of Sharon's sweater, lifting it upward over her head and arms. It looked like the perfect hockey fight maneuver as Sharon's arms were trapped above her head and the sweater prevented her from seeing what was happening next. Sharon's nice, shapely breasts were exposed as they fit snuggly inside the black cotton and lace bra. Kyoko bared her claws and reached down grabbing hold of both and began squeezing and mashing them into various, contorted shapes. Sharon yelped from beneath her sweater and started to walk forward upon her knees. Over to the side of me, Yuki was dishing out a vicious and powerful face slapping tour de force, the palm of her hand reddening from the powerful blows she was delivering to the left side of Jenny's beautiful face. Jenny's face was a deep, beet red from the beating and a stream of blood trickled down from the left corner of her mouth, oozing its way down upon her chin. Yuki paused for a brief moment to check on the progress going on inside the ring, then proceeded to do as her mother had, and reached down grabbing the front of Jenny's blouse and lifted it upward, lifting it up over her face and locking it over the top of her head. Jenny's tits were bare and did seem to be a bit larger than I remembered. Yuki rubbed the palms of her hands together very quickly, then took aim upon the left tit and swung her hand around hard, the palm and fingers loudly cracking against the side of Jenny's left tit. Jenny screamed out painfully from beneath her blouse as her young, tender meat was driven towards the center of her chest before snapping back into place and wobbling just a little. Dark red formed upon the tender white meat immediately and her small brownish nipple began to harden from the blow. Yuki took notice and pinched the fingers from her right hand onto the hardening tip and pulled, stretching the flesh of the tit out hard away from the screaming girls chest. Yuki turned loose of the tit, allowing it to snap back into place, then followed with another, hard roundhouse blow that rocked against the outer portion of the tit and had the tit meat wobbling and bouncing upon her chest. Jenny was trying to lean over to the side, attempting to knock herself and chair over onto the floor, but Yuki maintained a good, hard grip upon the American teens hair, holding her in place for the vicious breast beating she was absorbing.

Back inside the ring, Sharon had made her way over to the ropes where Kyoko had grabbed the underwire of her bra and uncovered both of Sharon's breasts, the left one showing the deep scratch marks from Kyoko's nails that were embedded in her flesh earlier in the match. Kyoko had hold of Sharon's overly large nipples and was twisting and pulling with all her might, trying to rip those large units from her chest. The vicious pulling motion had Sharon's breasts all deformed as her tit meat was showing the wrinkled creases from the woman handling they were receiving. I noticed the sweat that had formed on the American woman's mid-section as it glistened upon her smooth, white skin. Sharon's yelps drowned out the noise off to the side as Kyoko's fingers squeezed tightly upon Sharon's fattened tips, rolling them within her fingers while crushing the enlarged tips flat. Sharon's meat was starting to darken from the painful abuse her Asian foe was putting her through. Kyoko turned loose of the tit meat and placed her hands beneath the breasts and lifted Sharon upward onto her feet. Once on her feet, Kyoko pushed her forward against the ropes, bending her over the top rope so her breast meat was forced against the coarse rubber surface. Sharon's large, hard nipples were rubbing against the ropes while Kyoko took up position just off to Sharon's left and lifted her right knee, driving it upward into the American woman's exposed mid-section. A deep woofing sound came from the insides of the black sweater, her knees buckling and dropping down toward the canvas. Kyoko held her pressed against the ropes and grabbed hold of the back of the shorts by the belt, keeping her from slumping downward. Holding her upright, Kyoko went to work, repeatedly lifting and driving her kneecap upward into the sagging, exposed belly of the brunette beauty, the knee thumping hard after each, solid blow. Turning my attention to the activities back outside the ring, and Yuki was driving breast-flattening punches into the red, bruising flesh of Jenny's left tit. Jenny was in tears, as her head remained trapped beneath her blue blouse, a bit of blood soaking through where it came into contact with her mouth. Yuki was talking trash in her native tongue as she pounded the tit flesh again, the bruising meat shaking painfully upon the young girls chest. Yuki reached forward with both hands grabbing onto her head beneath the shirt, and then raised her right knee upward from the side, lifting it up and driving the lower thigh and knee against her sore, aching breast. Jenny let out a painful groan before resuming with her loud, hard sobbing from inside the blouse. Yuki raised the knee again, this time hitting flush with the knee causing Jenny to shriek out loudly as her battered tit meat mushroomed upon her chest, flattened hard against her breastbone. I started to gain a conscience and felt a bit guilty, but not guilty enough to stop it just yet. I hollered over at Yuki and gained her attention. I held up two fingers indicating she had two more minutes before I headed over to stop it. She smiled and turned, flattening the American teen's tit against the breastbone with another powerful knee shot. She then went around behind her trapped foe and placed her hands atop the trapped girls head and shoulder and pulled her over backward, the chair and Jenny tumbling over toward the floor. Jenny let out a painful yelp as her arms were trapped behind her and caught her weight as she fell over backward. Jenny's legs tumbled over backward placing her in a trapped, folded matchbook position. Yuki straddled her dangling legs and slid her hands up the back of the sobbing girls thighs, maneuvering her right so it was able to penetrate the leg opening of the American girls denim shorts. Jenny howled from her uncomfortably trapped position as she felt Yuki's nails start to work on her feminine region She had about a minute and a half to go before I intervened.

Back inside the ring, Sharon was down on the mat, her upper body nearly beneath the ropes as Kyoko was back attacking and pulling at Sharon's enlarged, hardened nipples. Blood filled a couple of the dark scratch markings left upon her tender breast flesh. She was barely making any sounds as she was desperately gasping for air, the belly pounding obviously taking all of the wind out of her sails. This bout was about over also and I wasn't going to let it continue too much longer either. I wanted to keep the American duo from getting too banged up so I could work on pitting them against each other for some sort of final resolution. Sharon's tit meat was bruising quickly from the severe abuse Kyoko had put them through and she too was sobbing between her gasps for air, as she lay defenseless upon the mat. I signaled into Kyoko alerting her that she had about one minute remaining before I called the end of the bout. Kyoko acknowledged and ceased with her attack and repositioned herself between the brunette's nylon covered legs, pushing them outward at the knees, spreading Sharon's long legs wide. Kyoko moved forward as far as she could, resting the front of her knee down upon Sharon's exposed crotch bone. Leaning forward slightly, resting her right hand upon Sharon's heaving belly and her left upon the upper thigh, Kyoko drew back her left leg and thrust it forward, slamming her knee hard upon Sharon's pubic bone. A painful moan shrilled outward from beneath the material of the black sweater as she arched her back upward off the canvas, elevating her rump upward off the canvassed surface. Sharon eased her torso back down to the mat, where Kyoko took aim upon the brunette beauty's crotch area once again. Kyoko's knee exploded into the white material of Sharon's shorts, busting her with a loud thumping sound. I was ready to cum all over myself as I watched the American's damaged breast meat shake upon her chest due to the forceful impact into her lower region. There was no fight whatsoever in the beautiful American woman as lay upon the mat groaning, her arms pinned above her head, trapped within the sweater. Kyoko moved her left leg backward, then drove it forward, hammering the American between the legs once again, the body of the brunette shaking and quivering from the bone to bone blow. As I was about to watch the crotch pounding continue in front of me, I heard a painful yelping sound from the side and turned just in time to catch some of the painful pussy mauling occurring outside the ring. Yuki was holding the material of the denim shorts tightly bunched together in her left hand, shoving it aside while inserting three of her fingers beneath the material of the panty and penetrating the inner areas of the American teen's pussy. Yuki was yelling at her in her native tongue, talking some form of shit as she sank her fingers in deep, raking and scratching at the insides of Jenny's pussy. The sounds of the screams told me how badly Jen was being hurt and I immediately rushed from ringside to interfere with their little extra curricular activity. I came up from behind of the angry Asian girl and wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her up and off the legs of the screaming American. Yuki's legs were kicking as I pulled her away, a lot of pent up rage having overwhelmed her as she resisted my rescuing her most hated rival. I carried her over towards the steel railing while kicking at the cords that had earlier bound her to the chair. Holding a sizeable weight advantage over her, I used that weight to pin her against the rail and grabbed the cords, wrapping them around both her wrists and worked at binding her to the rail. Meanwhile back in the ring. Kyoko had undone the belt, the button to the shorts and the zipper and was beginning to work her hand down inside the tight confines of the shorts and pantyhose. Sharon let out a howling sound as Kyoko reached the Promised Land and started to tug and pull on the hairs of her pubic patch. I finished tying off the knot on the cords binding Yuki to the rail and sprinted over to the ring, reaching up and in and grabbing hold of the upper portion of Sharon's body, grabbing anything I could get my hands on. I grabbed hold of the black sweater and pulled, pulling it completely from her arms and threw it down onto the floor. I reached back in and grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled, pulling her body along the canvas until her body fell down upon the floor from the ring. Kyoko remained inside the ring upon her knees, slowly easing her backside down upon the heels of her boots. She was extremely composed and very much in control of her emotions. She also had a satisfied smile upon her face. Sharon sat upon the floor outside the ring, whimpering and in pain from the painful beating she had absorbed from her Asian foe. This had certainly been a good night for the girls from Japan.

I made sure that Sharon was going to be fine and I quickly moved over to check on Jenny, who lay uncomfortably upon the floor, her hands still bound behind her back, still attached to the chair. I pulled the shirt down uncovering her face and looked into the tear filled eyes of the young beauty. I could see the hurt, pain, and anger in them as I used the front of her shirt to wipe upon her mouth and chin, trying to cleanse away some of the moist and dried blood that had leaked from the corner of her mouth. Reaching around behind her, I untied her from the chair, freeing her arms and wrists. She tumbled away from the chair and onto the floor, lying there sobbing and hurting. Yuki continued to holler at her foe, shit that I certainly couldn't understand but maybe the other did. Hell, Jenny and Sharon could have spoken the language for all I knew. Jenny lay crumpled on her left side, her arm outstretched with the side of her face lying atop that arm. Her left leg was bent at the knee, her right laying long and straight. Her bloodstained top covered her breasts, and they heaved up and down as she took deep hard breaths. Damn, I thought as I gazed down upon this young beauty. She was extremely good looking with a great body and I couldn't believe I brushed this young, healthy woman away. I was feeling a severe ache inside my pants as I ogled her smooth, tanned thigh as it disappeared inside the fringed, faded denim of her short cut offs. Kyoko stood inside the ring looking outward, proud of her accomplishment as well as that of her daughter's. As proud as she was at that moment, she knew that this was not the end of it and knew that they'd both have to contend with them again in the near future.

To Be Continued………..