The Brutal Rematch

[AOmega]

Hello again everyone.

I know this one has been a while coming.

It’s not required, but if you are keen for some background on this fight, consider reading ‘Revenge (A maledom story)’ and ‘Saturday Night Tournament’ which sets the scene.

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As I approached the house, there was a note on the front door, “Lock the door behind you, you know where to go”

I entered and locked the door as instructed. The whole downstairs of the house was in darkness, not a sound. I went upstairs and along the hallway to the only room with any light shining out from under the door. Taking a breath, I turned the handle.

Rachels wrestling room was warm, really warm. Entering I felt the heat wash across my face. She had turned up the temperature in there before our last fight as well, most likely in an effort to throw me off, and to make us both slippery after only a short while fighting. The dark blue mats covered a roughly 7x7 meter area of the floor. Two old two-seater sofas were placed on two opposite sides a foot or so back from the mat so that spectators or…whoever could sit comfortably and watch. The curtains were drawn and the single uplighter on the celling cast the room in a warm glow. Spaced around the mat were some short lengths of rope, a few leather belt straps and two sets of handcuffs, all to be used during, and certainly after, the fight. Sat on one corner of the mats, cross legged with palms upturned on her knees and eyes closed, was Rachel.

I closed the door behind me and dropped my bag on the floor, ‘Ready for another pasting?’ I said cheerily.

Rachel opened her icy blue eyes and got to her feet. ‘I didn’t think you were going to show up to be honest.’ She replied, her schoolmarm like voice lacking its usual edge of contempt.

My opponent stood about three inches shorter that me, strong thighs and full hips with a slightly above average bust size made her a little dumpy in appearance, but she was not big. Her dark, dirty blond hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, so tight in fact, it almost looked like she was being scalped. She had delicate features and warm, creamy skin that was slightly flushed by the heat of the room. At 30, she was five years older than me. Rachel wore, as usual, a simple navy-blue sports bra, the plain spandex like material squashing her ample breast against her chest and creating a little bit of cleavage. Her midriff remained exposed from her lower ribs to her beltline and her matching bottoms were tightly wrapped around her waist, extending down about halfway down to her knees and compressing her buxom thighs. She was a very compact and tightly wound fighter.

Last time, three weeks ago, we had fought naked, with the stated objective of trying to force an orgasm out of each other to determine a winner. On that occasion, I eventually forced her to submit several times over before working her, exhausted, into a face down lotus lock and tearing an orgasm from her with my fingers. Afterwards I had my way with her, as was the general forfeit for losing a match in our league. She appeared to have taken the defeat well the following morning, but when we met again three days ago in the semi-finals of the league’s first full tournament, she was once again arrogant and spitting her usual trash talking bullshit. Once again, after a hard fight, I twisted her into a full nelson camel clutch and extracted her submission once again. I was two for two against her. Not bad considering she was considered one of the elite wrestlers in the league, and I was determined to make it three wins in a row.

I stripped off my track pants and t-shirt, leaving just my cycling shorts. I felt a twinge in my ribs as I pulled my shirt over my head. Nothing…I hoped. Three days ago, during our last fight, Rachel had me trapped in the most brutal body scissors I had ever endured. Those vice-like thighs had crushed my ribs for close to ten minutes while I gasped and groaned for her amusement. I could not deny, my ribs were damaged, and they had still not healed. How bad the damage was, I had no idea? I hoped that they were just bruised but I had woken for the last two mornings with sharp pain when I inhaled. Rachel smiled slightly when she saw me wince, ‘How are your ribs?’ she asked, knowingly.

‘Fine.’ I replied.

Rachel smirked, ‘You’re a shitty liar.’ She replied, her voice low and menacing.

I was slightly concerned at this point. Normally, Rachel was full of jibes and insults, making fun of me for being the only male in the league and trash talking about her inevitable victory. Tonight, she seemed…focused, there was something in the eyes, something, worrying? I shook off the feeling. Two for two, remember? Going for three.

We agreed the rules, and the consequences for losing, as every fighter in the league would do before a match to make sure everyone involved was comfortable with whatever might happen. We would fight continuously for one hour. Most pins or submissions in that time would win. Anything would be allowed, although striking to the head would be open palmed only. The bondage gear was usable at any time, although after each point scored, we would reset and free each other from any restraints. As always, the loser would have to submit to the winner for the rest of the night.

‘Maybe I’ll get another squealing orgasm out of you?’ I said, sweeping my clothes off the mats and grinning.

Rachel inclined her head and shrugged her shoulders, ‘If either of us can shall we call it…three points?’

‘Sure.’ I agreed, although I doubted there would be much opportunity for it during the fight itself. I had plans to rail her hard after I won. Rachel looked so great in an elbow tie, I remembered, and I had every intention of using her body for my pleasure again.

We stepped onto the mat to face each other. Rachel stood nonchalantly with her hands on her hips, staring me down. I had to be careful, despite my confidence. Rachel was, besides Jane, the most dangerous opponent in the league.

In terms of strengths, her thighs and general leg strength were well above mine. Her arm strength too, at the bicep was a little better then mine as I had found out three days ago, and the women knew her holds. Rachel was considered a submission specialist amongst league members. She knew an endless list of nasty stretches, twists and squeezes and she knew how to transition from various positions to get them applied. Most of her matches were agreed for multiple falls, such was the expectation that she would force a few screaming submissions from her victims and some of her more stubborn opponents had been known to leave with torn muscles and dislocated joints. She as an ice-cold fighter, bending and crushing her opponents mercilessly.

She was not without her weaknesses though. Her striking was poor. Her kicks were almost non-existent compared to someone like Jane who could swing her foot up to head height from three feet away if she wanted. Rachel was, surprisingly, not particularly flexible. Opponents, even I, had gotten submissions from her using camel clutches, lotus locks and even a spladle, but perhaps her greatest weakness was her low stamina. Her cardio capacity was limited, and she wasted so much energy during fights she often puffed herself out periodically, giving her opponents a chance to do something or escape her holds. This had happened during our first fight where I had simply outlasted her endurance wise. When she was spent, she was unable to resist anything, and I was able to trap her in a painful submission hold. Rachel was also considered a dirty fighter amongst others in the league. Not always obeying the rules, holding submissions long after her victim had tapped and generally being a sore loser. She was, an incredibly dangerous opponent. Those that had lost to her had always reported having to suffer through prolonged humiliation, painful bondage and depraved sex and long periods with her feet in their mouths.

I was keen, however. If I beat her again tonight then, by the rules of the league, she could not ask to fight me again until she had won at least three other fights. A rule that Karen, the league head, had brought in to prevent rivalries from getting too heated and out of hand, and to prevent a stronger fighter from padding out their record by repeatedly beating on weaker fighters.

It was time, I took a breath. Rachel extended her hands into a rough boxing stance smiled, ‘Ready bitch?’ she said. I nodded.

The first clash was a bit of a chess match, Rachel snapping forwards, trying to get hold of me. I was just trying to circle away, I didn’t want to get caught in anything nasty too early on and I knew that Rachel would just waste energy coming after me. Eventually however, we locked up and after a few seconds, went to the mat with Rachel pushing me back and trying to get on top of me. She whipped her arm around my neck into a front headlock and dragged me sideways, swinging on of her legs over as we went. I pushed against her stomach and tried to pry her arm loose, but she was too strong. She tightened her arm around my neck, pulling my head beside hers and lay flat on top of me, spreading her legs as I tried to roll her off.

I struggled, trying to twist my hips with little success as Rachel worked her legs around mine, going for a grapevine. I tried to keep my legs together, but Rachel planted her knee between my thighs and forced my legs apart. It was easy enough from there for her to snake her legs around mine and hook her feet around my ankles. Getting caught in a grapevine is always an unsettling feeling, losing control of your legs and having them forced apart, exposing your crotch and stretching your thigh muscles. It had happened to me often enough and you’d think I’d have been used to it, but I still gave a little yelp of shock as Rachel effortlessly forced my legs apart. I tried in vain to strain against her but with my legs against hers…it was always going to be a losing battle. While I was concentrating on trying to free my legs, Rachel got control of one of my wrists and stretched my arm out wide. Releasing the headlock, she went for my other wrist, now face to face and breathing heavily as we struggled. Damn! She got my forearm, sliding her grip along to my wrist and planted that arm out wide as well as if I was being crucified. A smile crossed her lips as my legs went wider and I grimaced at the feeling of my thighs tightening up. I was fairly sure she would not be able to force my legs wide enough to cause me pain enough to submit, but I suddenly had doubts, and started to panic. I arched my back, gritting my teeth and thrashed out with every limb, trying to free something I could use to fight back. Rachel rode me like a horse, keeping me under control and even slowly working my arms up and towards each other over my head. I felt the burning in my thighs intensify, ‘Fuck…NO!’ I cried involuntarily and froze. I was reaching the point where it would be too painful to endure, then, mercifully, Rachel seemed to reach her own limit and stopped, holding my legs uncomfortably wide, but bearable.

Rachel smiled down at me, ‘Got you.’ She said sweetly, ‘Want to submit?’

I took a few breaths, calming myself. ‘Fuck you cum whore!’ I growled in her face, ‘You’ve got nothing.’

Rachel scoffed, ‘Yeah? Well get out of this then. Come on tough guy.’

I kept quiet and I stopped resisting, allowing Rachel to secure both my wrists over my head. Nose to nose with me she was every bit the shit talking bitch I had come to despise. All that coldness when I came in was just for show. She was still a shit of a sore winner, she knew I couldn’t get myself out of this, but she was going to make me try.

‘Oh, unless you like this?’ she said sarcastically, ‘Yeah? I bet you love being on the bottom, legs wide like the sex toy you are. Well don’t worry, you’re gonna be my sex toy after this match.’

She knew just how to push my buttons. With her laughter in my ears I struggled frantically, twisting my body against hers and bucking my hips under her. ‘Oooh, that’s right, make me work for it.’ She said, lowing her head and gently biting down on my neck.

I growled in fury as she giggled but another minute of fighting got me no further. My legs and arms were still locked up tight in her grip and eventually, I slumped under her, exhausted.

Rachel looked down into my eyes once again, ‘There now, you done? You know I like to dominate so if you want to just lie there and frown at me, I’m happy. Or you can give up and we can start again. See what else I can do with you tonight. So, stay stretched out and pinned? Or Submit?’

I was wasting time. I would have to give her this fall or I’d spend the entire hour like this.

Glaring back at her I said, ‘Ok, I submit.’

She looked smug, as expected. ‘Want me to let you go?’

I shook my arms in her grip, ‘Yes. I submitted, bitch! Let me go.’

Rachel rolled her eyes, ‘You know, you have such a bad attitude.’ She released her grip on my wrists and unwrapped her legs from mine. My stretched thigh muscles gave a silent burn of relief as I was able to slide my legs back together again. Rachel stood and offered me her hand. Angry, I ignored her and crawled a few feet away before getting back to my feet.
‘Fuckin prick.’ She drawled as I turned back to face her, ‘Maybe I’ll just keep your ass here for a few days after I win? Leave you tied up? Beat some respect into you? I’m sure you’ll learn from respect after I hang you by your ankles and punch your ribs into your spine with my fists huh?’’

I gritted my teeth. I was going to make her my goddam fucktoy, I swore it. She even had the gall to blow a kiss at me and laugh as we squared off for the next fall.

[AOmega]

Going to ground quickly again, I had the advantage, forcing her into a headlock and pushing her to the floor. Rachel was not one to give up her back easily though, leading to us rolling around for several seconds, each trying to get a better position. Rachel pumped a few punches into my torso but I saw them coming, chopping her strikes away and stiffening my damaged core muscles to limit the damage.

Suddenly, she scrambled to her feet, leaving me grasping at her from a kneeling position. Before I could react, the bitch swung her knee into my shoulder, grabbing my hair to prevent me from pulling away. Another knee strike followed, then another as I tried to block her legs with my arms. Rachel stamped on my thigh as I knelt on the floor in front of her and finally, threw her weight atop me and pushed me onto my back. My chest and shoulder were throbbing, but I recognised the danger instantly. Rachel would go for one of her most devastating holds, a throat pin. If she managed to apply it, I wouldn’t get free, so I quickly sat up and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight against me, pressing my head against her tits.

Rachel reached behind herself and tried to separate my clasped hands, ‘Fucking prick!’ she hissed as I clung on, not wanting to give up my grip…until I sensed an opportunity. Quickly, I separated my hands and made a grab for her wrists, catching both quickly and holding them together behind her back. Rachel growled and tried to free her arms but I gripped her wrists as tight as I could, twisting them together into the middle of her back. I had her in a modified double hammerlock from the front, forcing her arms up her back and clearly causing her some discomfort, but sadly, I realised, I wasn’t going to be able to do much more. I didn’t have the leverage from this position to crank her arms up her back far enough to cause her pain enough to submit, she could just get to her feet to alleviate the pressure, but her current seat on my thighs was keeping me on my ass. We had a kind of stalemate. She was sat on my lap, glaring down at me, I had control of her arms. Rachel rocked about on my lap trying to free herself, but I hung on, pulling her arms towards me against her own back and keeping up firmly pressed together so she could not escape by standing up.

‘Wanna submit bitch?’ I asked.

She just laughed down at me, ‘What, from this? You’ve gotta be kidding, I could sit here for the rest of the time and you’re still one down, loser!’

She was right, I had to get on top of her and twist those arms to breaking point.

I threw myself back, onto the mat, pulling Rachel with me in the strange, tight package I had her in. She was now flat on top of me with her tits pressing into my face, but I could roll her off from here, or so I thought. As soon as I tried, she spread her legs to form a solid, immovable base, ‘Oh no you don’t!’ she cackled, clearly still enjoying herself, ‘You just want my tits in your face, admit it! Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you service those nipples later!’

I took a deep breath and strained to roll her off me, but she had too good of a base. I was now in trouble myself, her weight, combined with her chest crushing my face was not only uncomfortable, it was making it really hard to breath. Panicked, I twisted my hips, desperate to throw her off while Rachel adjusted her position to properly engulf my face between her cleavage. The tight fabric she was wearing over her chest made it hard for her to properly smother me, but it crushed my nose against my face, which was painful enough.

‘Oh dear!’ she laughed, my grip on her arms was loosening as I concentrated on breathing, ‘Tell you what, you let my arms go, I’ll let you breathe again…for a few seconds. Come on, don’t say I’m unfair!’

I squeezed her wrists tight, still holding them together towards the middle of her back but I was having my head mashed into the mat by her breasts. I tried once more to bridge and roll her off, but her weight stayed centred and landed back down on me hard, driving the air out. That did it. I released her wrists with the impact and scrambled to push her off me before I passed out.

‘Thanks!’ said Rachel, before wrapping her now free arms around my head and locking in the smother. I let out a muffled moan into her chest and kicked my legs against the mat, clawing at her biceps with both arms.

‘Guess what I have for you later.’ Said Rachel gleefully as I thrashed around in her grip.

‘You’re gonna love it. I got us a strap on to play with!’

Horrified, I balled my fists and weakly struck her taut upper arm muscles as my own strength faded to almost nothing.

‘That’s right, you’re getting a pegging later.’ She laughed.

I would be 2-0 down but I had no choice. I stopped fighting and tapped out on Rachels back, signalling my submission.

Rachel eased up, giving me the slightest glimpse of light, ‘Say it please.’
‘I submit.’ I groaned.

Rachel released me to flop back onto the mat while she sat upright on my stomach, grinning down at me. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her, I was so embarrassed. Scooping up one of the leather straps from the edge of the mat, Rachel dangled it on the end of her finger, her other hand rested on her hip, ‘Tell you what. If you submit the match now, I’ll tie you up, and I promise you no more pain.’

‘Fuck you whore.’ I said wearily, just getting my breath back.

Rachel just smiled, ‘It’s not like I wouldn’t take care of you as well you know. I’m not like Jane or Dani, I’ll give you as much pleasure as you give me but if you want to play it rough, I can make you suffer…I mean, suffer more than I would ordinarily make a loser suffer. I’ll make you a special case. I’ll have you begging me for mercy…now, what’s it going to be?’

‘Get off me.’ I hissed, ‘This isn’t over.’

Rachel shrugged her shoulders and tossed the leather strap onto the mat, ‘I offered.’ She stood and fixed her top as she moved back to her side. I lay on the mat, watching her. She was tough, physically imposing and strong. How has I beaten her twice already? I had to find that formula again, but I was tired. My muscles burned with fatigue and worse, I could feel my ribs aching once more where Rachel had been sat. She had done the damage last Saturday with her body scissors. I couldn’t allow her to snap those on again, but the women knew every hold in the book and how to apply them. I gulped. She was bound to target me there again at some point.

Rachel went to her knees, ‘Well get up then!’ she laughed, ‘You wanted to keep fighting, don’t keep me waiting bitch boy.’

Slowly, under her delighted gaze, I got back on my hands and knees and shuffled towards her.

Rachel didn’t even wait, quickly springing to her feet and stepping around me while I was still on all fours, reaching down and slipping me into a full nelson. By the time I reached for her arms she had already laced her fingers together at the back of my neck and shoved my head down. Bent over on my knees and between her legs I groaned as she applied pressure, forcing my chin down towards my chest. Raising herself she pulled me upright, powering down on my neck and keeping me awkwardly on my knees, unable to get to my feet while she stood over me. Because she was essentially stood above me while applying the nelson, the pressure forced my arms together over my head, limply hanging while she teased me, ragdolling me from side to side while she giggled.

‘I really thought you’d fight harder that this?’ she said. ‘Wanna submit?’
I tried to bend my arms at the elbow to reach her wrists, but it was useless, I stopped struggling and hung in her grasp. I could stand this, painful and humiliating as it was.

‘Going limp fish on me again huh loser?’

‘You jumped the fucking start of the fall whore!’ I spat back. Rachel rewarded my outburst with an increase of pressure on my neck, pressing my chin into my chest and forcing a weak hiss of pain from me as well as a bit of involuntary squirming that she kept well under control.

‘Say that again?’ she said cheerily.

I decided to keep quiet, Rachel pressed harder, this time making me cry out, ‘Gonna submit or do I have to really start hurting you?’ said Rachel with a tinge of anger now in her voice.

I wanted to scream obscenities at her, but I kept my lips together. The pain in my neck was burning now but I was not going to submit like this. Rachels arms were like iron bars hooked and wrapped around mine, no escape, until she decided to let me go. Unfortunately for me, she had other ideas.

Suddenly pushing me forwards in the nelson she forced me face down onto the mat, mashing my forehead into the floor and her ass landing hard on my lower back. I felt a sickening crunch in my ribs as her weight hit home and a sharp pain in my side. Flailing in pain I was powerless to stop her seating herself on my back and shuffling up a few inches, still keeping me trapped in the tight full nelson, ‘You know what’s coming next fucktoy, don’t be a hero.’
I did indeed know what was coming next. Rachel swung each leg out in turn and planted her feet on the mat either side of my head before pulling me back into a full nelson/camel clutch combo. I had defeated her with this hold only a few days before, and at that very same match, I had managed to squirm out of her attempt to apply it. Back then, she had kept her knees on the floor and I was just able to tip her off me. She had learned, and I had no way out. As my head lifted form the mat, my body bowing upwards I made the quick decision to submit. There was no escape and holding out would only drain me even further.

‘I give.’ I groaned as I started to feel the pain in my back and sides, further tormenting my partially healed ribs.

‘Aww really?’ said Rachel, laughing over my shoulder, ‘Come on, fight your way out huh? Try to grab my hair or something?’’ she added, pulling me up just a little further. ‘Come on, just grab a few strands like you did on Saturday. See what happens this time.’

‘I fucking give bitch, let me go!’ I demanded, still being forced to look directly down at the mat, and Rachels feet planted either side. Her legs were becoming shiny with sweat again, a sight that would normally get me warm between the legs, at least when I wasn’t in as much pain as I was right now.
‘Suppose I don’t huh? Suppose I just hold you like this for the last…what is it, forty minutes? I could you know, and there’s fuck all you could do about it.’

I squirmed a little, but all I felt was a few stabs of pain in my back when Rachel tightened the hold, forcing me to stop.

‘Cheating cow!’ I gasped.

Rachel sniggered, ‘Bending the rules so to speak’, she said, ‘and you!’ she added as she pulled my up even further. Now I was almost at a right angle, my ass pinned to the floor under Rachels while my upper body was pulled upright in the full nelson.

‘Beg.’ She breathed, clearly exciting herself with her dominance.

‘Fuck you!’ I replied.

‘Na-ah, I’m gonna fuck you, remember? Now beg me to let you go, and I might.’

Humiliating as it was, there was no other choice. I was 3-0 down from my latest submission and If I wanted to have any chance, I had to be out of this fucking hold. ‘Ok, please Rachel, let me go.’

‘Try harder.’ She said with schoolteacher like sternness as if I’d just given a stupid answer to a math question.

‘Please let me go Rachel, I beg you, please.’

‘Hmm, ok loser.’ She replied after several seconds, abruptly separating her hands and allowing me to snap forwards onto the mat, barely able to stop my head bouncing off the floor. I felt warm breath in my ear and Rachels tits pressing into my back, ‘Next time, I won’t let you go, understand? Get caught like that again and it’s over for you.’ She whispered menacingly.
I had to do something. Cheat? Take a leaf out of her book and jump the start of the next fall? I had no choice if I wanted to get back into the match.
Rachel stood and turned her back. Quickly and quietly getting to my feet I stepped behind her. Closing my hand around that short ponytail I yanked like a toilet flush, snapping her head back and driving her to the floor.
‘Fuck!’ she yelped as I twisted her hair sharply, dragging her up a little bit before delivering a foot to her side. The impact clearly hurt her as she cried out, already reaching up to try and free her hair. I had to hit her hard, now.
I kept hold of her short ponytail and pulled her sharply to her feet. Her hands instinctively went over her head to mine, trying to free her hair giving me the perfect target. Dropping my left leg slightly, I swung my knee up diagonally into her stomach, impacting perfectly right on her belly button. Rachel let out a loud “ooof” and her legs went from under her. I released her hair and allowed her to fall to the mat on her back, both arms wrapping around her stomach as her mouth opened wide, wheezing and heaving for air.

Not wasting a moment, I dropped on top of her, landing on her stomach again and trapping her arms under my butt. I sat upright, pressing my thighs into her sides and trapping her arms tightly against her body while I thought about what to do. Not wanting her to recover too quickly, I unloaded a few harsh slaps against her cheeks, snapping her head left and right a few times while she was still struggling to inflate her lungs. I sometimes found striking a woman from this position a bit unpleasant, but this was Rachel. The bitch deserved it. I slapped her a few more times enjoying the snap of my palm against her cheek. Satisfied she was a little dazed, I stopped. Out of the corner of my eye I spied one of the short leather bondage straps. I had a cruel idea.

Reaching over quickly I scooped up the strap, it was about a foot long, maybe half an inch thick with a loop at one end and some holed to secure the buckle. Quickly, I slipped it around Rachels neck and fed the loose end through the loop. Grasping the loose end in my right hand I pulled it sharply, tightening the thin strap around Rachels throat. A look of shock flashed across her face as she realised what was happening, then she found her windpipe compressed by the leather. I gripped the end tightly and pulled a little more, twisting her head a little like pulling a stubborn dog on a lead. Rachels mouth opened in shock as she found herself barely able to breath at all. I had her!

Rachel squirmed under me, trying to pull her hands free but I kept them pinned against her body under my weight. She twisted her head from side to side, trying to do something to lessen the choke I was using on her, but again, she was unable to do anything. I tightened my grip on the strap, holding the loose end as close to the buckle loop as possible and pulled harder. Gagging and snorting sounds escaped through her gritted teeth as the strap compressed her windpipe. She was tough, I had to give her that, she intended to fight this to the last.

‘Can you breathe bitch?!’ I laughed, looking down into her eyes as she glared back up at me. A mixture of anger and panic was on her face as her struggles started to fade through lack of air. Her mouth just hung open in a silent scream as I eked a few more centimetres out of the loose end, seeing the thin strap coil ever tighter around her throat.

‘Wanna submit slut?’ I asked. Rachels throat made some strange sounds as she barred her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately to resist the choke. She was determined to hold out and It seemed she was willing to pass out rather than submit to me. Then I realised, she couldn’t speak, and her hands were pinned out of the way. She couldn’t tap, nor verbally submit.
I smiled down at her, ‘Tell you what bitch. If you give, spread your legs huh? You’re used to doing that.’ Rachels eyes flicked open, now there was just anger on her face. She growled and gurgled at me defiantly.

‘Come on cum slut, heels to thighs and spread em, and I’ll consider it a submission.’ I said, enjoying every second of this dominance over her.

Rachel pursed her lips and her eyes began to flicker closed. It seemed she had elected to pass out.

Then, I felt her legs move. I looked over my shoulder as she bent her knees, bringing her heels up to her butt, then allowed her legs to splay apart, pulling the thin navy blue spandex tight across her crotch. I couldn’t believe it!

Carefully, I eased up on the choke, allowing just enough of the strap to loosen so that she could breathe. Air rushed into her lungs as she wheezed like a forty a day smoker. I reached behind be with my free hand and rubbed her gently between her now spread legs, ‘I knew you’d whore it before passing out.’ I chided.

Rachel reacted by snarling at me and flicking her legs straight out again. ‘Oh no you don’t!’ I replied pulling hard on the strap again. Once again, Rachel choked under me and gave the briefest of struggles before starting to groan and drool.

‘Spread em and leave em spread miss piggy.’ I said sternly. Rachel’s eyes bulged but she complied, drawing up her knees and parting her legs once again, ‘Good girl.’ I replied, rubbing her crotch some more.
Smiling down at her it was my time to enjoy myself. Lifting my weight ever so slightly and parting my thighs to give her room I said, ‘Arms behind you back. Do it bitch! If you wanna stay awake? Resist, and I’ll choke you out and elbow tie you.’

Rachel wrinkled her nose in annoyance, but she complied, sliding her arms from her front to her side before slipping them behind the small of her back into a box tie position without any further struggle. I guess she knew she was caught this time. Seating myself on her again I pressed my legs in tight to her side. Her sweaty cleavage pumped up and down right between my thighs. Couldn’t resist slapping each titty gently, testing out their firmness. Now I had her under control in a nice restricted package to play with. I had an idea.

‘Three points for an orgasm wasn’t it?’ I asked, keeping the strap tight around her neck. Rachel glared back up at me, wheezing air in through her mouth with her head at a slightly twisted angle, owing to my firm hold on the choking strap.

I slipped my free hand under the waistband of her bottoms, sliding towards her pussy. She sensed what I was doing and once again snapped her legs together, along with an angry struggle to try and get her arms out from behind her back. Once again, I pulled hard on the strap, turning her face a deep read colour, ‘Spread your fucking legs bitch, and keep em spread!’ I demanded. Rachels was pissed as hell and she mouthed the words “fuck you” but even as she did, she spread her thighs again, admitting defeat.
My fingers found their way over her finely shaved pubic hair and to her pussy. I started out gently rubbing her, allowing my fingertip to slip between her lips. Her red face was a picture, anger mixed with desperation but slowly, enjoyment. I slipped my fingers into her, watching her face as her lips parted gently and a soft moan escaped her mouth. I kept the strap tight against her throat in case she made any moves to struggle again. It seemed she had learned her lesson. I went deeper with my fingers and worked them around her pussy, using my thumb to work her clit. After a few minutes she was clearly lost in pleasure, her eyes closed and head back, grunting and squeaking in time with my movements. My fingers were drenched quickly as she got wetter until eventually, she began to pant. Sensing she was close I pulled the strap tight, cutting off her air completely and intensified the work with my fingers. Rachels face went almost purple as she finally came, drowning my fingers in her girl cum and twisting her face into a silent scream of extasy. As she came, I loosened the strap, allowing a rush of air into her lungs and to her head, intensifying the orgasm tenfold and causing her to buck violently between my legs.

Her face was bright red and drenched in sweat. Her chest pumped up and down between my legs with her breasts pressing gently against my inner thighs. I almost blew my own load as I looked down at her, writhing around in my grasp but I held on. This was still a fight, and I had levelled the score.
‘Three points bitch!’ I said, holding up the three fingers I had been using to please her.

‘Fuck!’ she gasped, seemingly unable to believe what had just happened.
I should have ended the fight there. The score was now 3-3 but I was on top, in control. It would have been cheating but I should have choked her again. I should have choked her out, tied her up, camel clutched her and forced her to submit the match, but I didn’t. I gave her a gentle peck on the lips, climbed off her and crawled across the mat. Rachel remained on her back for a few seconds longer before rolling onto her front and getting onto all fours. She pulled the leather strap free from her neck and tossed it to the side of the mat. Then, she looked up at me, still panting, still sweating, but with a look that could have turned me to stone. I wanted her angry? Well now she was.

‘You!’ she seethed, barring her teeth like an angry dog. Simultaneously we got to our feet, and she rushed at me.

[mixfightor]

This is looking like the last fall is going to be all out war. I am loving it so far, but I hope Rachel is able to defeat him. Not that I want to see her abuse him with the strap on, but he is a cheating cur and she deserves to destroy him. Thank you so much for this story, mate.

[AOmega]

Originally Posted by mixfightor [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

This is looking like the last fall is going to be all out war. I am loving it so far, but I hope Rachel is able to defeat him. Not that I want to see her abuse him with the strap on, but he is a cheating cur and she deserves to destroy him. Thank you so much for this story, mate.

It’s far from over!
But the ending is still up in the air!

[baller2242]

"Six weeks after the fight, I would accept a rematch challenge from her. But I would do so carrying an injury and having fought the previous day. I would suffer a complete and absolute pasting at her hands the second time around the likes of which I have never experienced before or since. The beating she would lay on me at that encounter would leave me broken and sobbing at her feet. But that’s a story for another time."

I'm sure it is VERY far from over and it's going to be a painful night for our man.

[bk13]

great to see this series again! when it comes to pure wrestling he’s clearly beat so it’ll be interesting to see if he gets another chance to flip the script

[AOmega]

I should have been more careful, should have refused the fight and rested more. Karen gave me the option to postpone if I wanted, but like a fool, I thought that having beaten Rachel twice, she would be easily beatable again. I was so wrong, and I was about to learn how wrong.

Driven to the floor we struggled for position again. If Rachel was tired from her orgasm, she didn’t seem like it. Wrapping her arms around me she dragged me to the floor, driving a knee into my side as we went. My ribs cried out in pain, still sore from her bodyscissors three days ago. Rachel smiled, she had found my weakness. Two more knees followed as we hit the mat before she mounted me. I was so concerned with her going for her trademark throat pin, that I was unprepared when she rolled off sideways, dragging me between those powerful thighs. Like a mousetrap snapping shut, her legs closed across my torso, right across the bottom of my already damaged ribs.

Pain exploded inside me and I cried out in agony. Rachel propped herself up on her elbow, locked her ankles together and arched her back, pouring on the crushing pressure. I was parlayed with pain! Unable to breath or speak I threw my head back, pushing uselessly at her thigh with both hands. I let out a few grunts, I think I was trying to cry, ‘No!’ but it came out as a wet, garbled groan. Writhing between her legs I tried to unlock her ankles, but it was useless. I punched, or more like weakly slapped, her legs a few times, only getting a laugh from Rachel as she kept pressing.

My feet kicked and slipped on the mat as my body flailed around involuntarily. The pain was indescribable, and Rachel was loving every second of it. Regaining enough of my senses after about ten seconds, I slapped the mat repeatedly, ‘Submit!’ I wheezed through barred teeth.
Rachel stopped squeezing. Unlocking her ankles, she planted her foot on my side and pushed me out from between her legs. I rolled onto my front and felt a new pain as my lungs reflated once more. I couldn’t hide the pain, nor stifle the sharp cry as I took a shallow breath. Rachel was getting back to her feet. Smiling down a me she said, ‘I got you now.’

Before I could react, she stepped over and stomped on my back, driving me face down onto the mat. Her second stomp landed towards the side of my back, smashing against my ribs once again. She delivered another stomp, then a kick into my side, flipping me over onto my back. Each time I yelped and batted my arm uselessly at her attacking leg. I was in real trouble. She had done serious damage last weekend and now she was zeroing in on that weakness.

She started circling me slowly, hands on hips, smiling sadistically like a predator preparing to devour her injured prey. ‘How are those ribs baby?’ she cooed. I rolled onto my front and got to my knees. Injured as I was, I was not about to give up to this bitch. She was one point ahead again. A few swift submissions, then maybe run the clock down and I would have her. ‘Fucking whore!’ I gasped, ‘FUCKING WHORE!!!’ I cried again and launched myself at her. Wrapping my arms around her waist I tried to drag her to the floor. I only succeeded in hanging off her waist for a second before she grabbed the hair at the back of my head before yanking my head back and driving a knee into my chest at the same time. Tumbling back to the mat I landed hard, before she landed on me a moment later.

Rachel dropped her weight onto my stomach, driving the wind from me sending a sickening wave of pain up my body. She collected my wrists easily and pinned my arms first to the mat, then sliding them together above my head. Leaning over me she sneered, shuffling up on my body to sit on my chest.

‘Rachel, wait!’ I pleaded, before she raised her ass and dropped it again right on my chest. Pain tore through me, again seeming to paralyse my throat and leave me open mouthed and agonised. She bounced again, and again, and again, each time raising her ass a few inches then dropping it down on my tortured body. Her fingers were like handcuffs around my wrists, fixing my hands to the mat like they were nailed there and leaving me nowhere to move to avoid her bouncing. Rachel was a bigger than average girl and she was making use of the extra weight to tenderise my already mangled ribs. She stopped after maybe a half dozen butt drops, grinning down at my face, ‘Buck me off big stallion.’ She teased. I could only offer a long, droning moan in response. ‘Nah, actually, you’re more like a pony huh? No, not even that, you’re a fucking squealing pig!’ she giggled, ‘You’re gonna squeal for me tonight I promise. Now submit.’ She demanded at the end.

Her face was inches from mine as she glared into my eyes. The pain was becoming constant, all over my upper body. ‘Want some more?’ she whispered softly.

‘N-n-n-no, please…I submit.’ I croaked.

Rachel lowered herself to lay flat on top of me, keeping my arms firmly pinned above my head. She spread her legs wide for stability before smiling sweetly at me. Twisting her head, she took my right nipple in her mouth and bit down, hard. Again, I squirmed and cried out, twisting uselessly beneath her. I wriggled for several seconds before I realised that my struggles were making it worse. Rachel ground my nipple between her teeth, sending shudders of pain through my chest as I felt the tender skin being chewed up. I panted through gritted teeth, trying to resist the urge to struggle. Rachel kept up the biting for another thirty seconds before casually switching to my left nipple, ‘NO, DON’T, FUUUUUUUCK!’ I cried, throwing my head back as the stinging pain started up on the other side of my chest. I couldn’t take it anymore, ‘I submit.’ I winced.

Rachel stopped and wiggled her pin up a little higher, so she was face to face with me again.

‘Weak little shit.’ She grinned. ‘You done?’ she asked.

I was in a bad way. Already three points behind again and in no condition to fight on. Rachel was immensely strong tonight and I was correspondingly weak. Even at one hundred percent, a fight against her was never predictable. She was all over me tonight, and I realised now that I had no chance. The three points I got from forcing an orgasm from here were lucky, and, if I’m honest, she probably enjoyed it in the end. Now she was all business, pouring on the fire to crush me.

Rachel casually turned her head to look at the clock, ‘Still a while to go.’ She said, smiling down at me again, ‘Unless you want to end it now?’
This was going to take a huge swallow of pride, but I saw no way out, except to keep fighting and getting further hurt. I had to accept that there was a very real danger of Rachel doing some permanent damage if we kept going. I was going to have to accept that it was over.

Knocking my head back against the mat in frustration, I looked her in the eye, ‘Ok, ok…I submit the match. I submit the match.’ I breathed.

Rachel held the smile, ‘No you don’t’ she laughed, ‘We’re not fucking done!’
Rachel quickly released my wrists and moved to sit upright on my stomach. Before I could react, she slapped me across the face, then again, and again, swinging her arms like a scythe, crashing her palms against my cheeks as I feebly put my arms up to defend myself. She grabbed my right wrist and moved up to sit on my chest, tucking my arm under her knee, then she effortlessly secured my other arm in the same manner before continuing to slap the shit out of me. My head snapped left and right as she went wild, stinging my face with blow after blow. After about a dozen hits, I felt light headed and a ringing started up in my ears. Rachel must have sensed it as she stopped. Now a little breathless from the effort she grinned down at me, ‘Stay with me loser.’ She giggled, her chest rising with her deep breaths, ‘I’m gonna put you to sleep!’

It happened so fast I could barely blink. Rachel grabbed my wrists and swung each leg out, tucking my upper arms into the back of her knees. Without any warning, she slipped up on my body into her favourite hold, the throat pin. Her crotch slammed under my chin and her full weight centred over my neck. I grunted as my teeth were forced together and her knees parted, placing pressure over my windpipe, slowly and sickeningly crushing my throat under her crotch. I had been here before, in our first fight. I had been unable to escape, and she tortured me for an age before allowing me to submit. This time, she didn’t seem in the mood to accept any kind of surrender. She spread her knees, further driving her crotch down into my throat and holding my arms out to the side.

‘Remember this, baby?’ she asked, looking directly down over her breasts into my no doubt reddening face as she slowly cut off my air, ‘I’ve been thinking about catching you like this for weeks. Since our first fight really. I promised myself I’d put you to sleep with my pussy someday, guess its today huh!’

I had watched her at the weekend perform the same hold on Becky during their first-round encounter. Becky tapped. I wanted to as well, but I couldn’t, nor could I speak. Rachel cranked up the pressure a little more, parting her legs that tiny bit further and grinding her pelvis forward under my chin. I gargled, beginning to choke. I tried to submit, but there was no chance of any words coming out. Rachel maintained the pressure for another thirty seconds before applying more, each time increasing the crush incrementally. Controlled and powerful, licking her lips in pleasure as she watched my eyes start to roll back in my head.

‘Oh yeah that’s it,’ I heard her whisper, clearly getting off on applying this hold to me, ‘feel that? That’s my pussy. Feels warm down there doesn’t it? Yeah? Well you warmed me up a few minutes ago and this time…oh…there it is….’ She paused, closing her eyes and tossing her head back and squeezing my wrists tightly in her grip. She came. Her mouth opened as she seemed to cry out silently to the celling, ‘FUUUUUCK ME!’ she groaned. I felt her shudder, the little movements only adding to the crushing pressure on my throat. Her crotch felt like a slowly warming iron as she looked back down at me, her face flushed. ‘Just like that.’ She whispered, before pressing down hard on my throat for the final time.

My vision narrowed and started to darken. I passed out a few seconds later.
How long I was out for I have no idea, but as I came too, I found I was on my side, in the recovery position. Instantly gasping and going into a coughing fit I rolled onto my front. I felt awful. I had been knocked out in the past a few times. Janes rear naked choke, Ruths figure four head scissors, but I have never been put out like that. Rachel was sat calmly on her knees a few meters away, ‘Ready?’ she said simply.

‘Enough!’ I waved at her, ‘I submitted, you win.’

Rachel shook her head, ‘Yeah but I want to keep fighting!’ she replied. Before I could protest, she was crawling swiftly towards me again. I felt weak, broken, but my instincts kicked in. I had to at least try and defend myself because, who knew what else the crazy bitch was going to do.

I threw a punch as she came in, connecting neatly with the side of her stomach. It was weak and didn’t slow her down at all as she fell on me again. I found a little bit of fire as we hit the mat. Maybe it was some kind of after effect of being knocked out? Maybe just the realisation that if I didn’t fight, she was going to fuck me up. I resisted being dragged down and hit her in the side again, then again, my punch finding a little more power as I used my other arm to push her backwards. She fell on has ass and I moved towards her quickly to try and get on top, she reacted quickly, pushing herself forwards and positioning me right between her legs. As I reached for her arms, her legs snapped around me once again, crushing me from the sides this time. As before, I cried out, shocked and frozen by the pain as Rachel smiled up at me. I clawed at her inner thighs with one hand and reached behind with the other to try and ease the pressure, but Rachel just squeezed harder.

‘Come here baby!’ she said, sitting up and reaching for my head. In a quick move, she pulled my head down, freeing my torso and thrusting her legs up, trying to wrap them around my head. I tried to resist but within a few seconds, I found my face mashed into her stomach and those smooth thighs swung up and clamped around my head. Instinctively, I tried to pull her legs apart, but I already knew it would be no use. Rachel cranked up the pressure and lay down on her back, slipping her hands behind her head like she was relaxing as she crushed my head between her thighs.

It was humiliating, trapped between those powerful thighs, looking at my opponent just laying back like she was trying to get a tan while she slowly, tortuously winding up the pressure until I would inevitably have to submit. I could smell her pussy, the juices from the orgasms had soaked her shorts, and now my face was only inches from the slightly darker, and damp, patch. After about a minute of uselessly struggling, the pressure got too much, and I tapped out on her hip.

Rachel eased the pressure but did not let me go, preferring to hold me there for another minute, rolling onto her side and forcing me to go with her. Propping herself up on her elbow again she patted me on the head, ‘Submit?’
‘I already tapped!’ I mumbled from between her legs.

‘Yeah but I like to hear it,’ she said, suddenly cranking up the squeeze again, ‘so FUCKING SAY IT!’

‘I SUBMIT!’ I cried, tapping her hip again.

Rachel smiled and released me. Quickly, she stood and swung her foot into the side of my head, dazing me, then I felt her toes impact on my stomach, then my side. Then she stomped on me again as I rolled around, curling into a ball and trying to get away from the punishment. My whole body was broken, wracked with pain and I felt like I would do anything to get her to stop. But she wouldn’t.

She mounted me again, planting her ass on my face in a reverse face sit, trapping my face in the warm darkness of her rear end and feet. I was limp and unable to defend myself as Rachel unloaded a flurry of powerful punches into my stomach and sides. I tried, at first, to wrap my arms around my stomach to give myself some protection, but Rachel pulled my arms away, tucking the under her thighs and leaving her target ripe and exposed. Laughing, she pounded me again. The whole area was going numb but little electric shocks of pain shot over my body each time her knuckles drove into me.
After a few minutes more of punching, Rachel raised her arms and wiggled her ass on my face like she was dancing, ‘Still with me back there?’ she cooed, obviously delighted with herself.

What came next, was possibly the single most painful thing I had yet experienced wrestling in this league. I felt her weight lift off my head. I was still dazed and partially smothered by her shapely ass. My body was still burning from the punishment and I found myself just laying and looking up at the celling. I vaguely remember Rachel grinning at me before moving to stand by my feet. I felt her grip my left ankle and lift my leg into the air. I thought it was strange that she appeared to be about to apply a scissor hold to my leg, before I realised too late what she was actually doing.

I started out as a fan of pro-wrestling, always enjoying watching the ladies fight of course, but I always accepted it was staged. Some of the holds you see are almost impossible to apply unless your opponent either allows you to do it…or if you’re so badly beaten and stunned with pain that you can’t mount any resistance quickly enough. Holds like…a figure four leg lock.
Rachel bent my left leg at the knee and stepped over it, planting her foot under my crotch. Quickly collecting my right leg from the floor, she braced my right ankle against her knee and behind my bent leg. I realised what has about to happen, I may even had cried out and tried to sit up, but in an instant, she threw herself back onto the mat and hooked her own left leg over the ankle of my bent leg and pulled my straight leg onto her stomach. She had locked me in in less than five seconds, and I had no time to do anything. Rachel propped herself up on her elbows, grinning over at me before she thrusted her hips up, bringing unbearable pressure on my right knee.

The pain was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was not just the sensation of having my joint bent back on itself, but the stretch of all the muscles and sinews at the back of my knee. I actually felt cartilage in my knee crunch against the pressure, and I screamed. An ear-piercing scream worthy of an axe murder victim. Arching my back uselessly I beat my fists against the mat, hoping somehow to channel the pain into the sweat slicked blue floor, but it was no use. My lungs became paralysed by the agony and I found myself arched backwards, my mouth open in a desperate cry for mercy. Rachel held the hold for a few seconds before planting her ass back on the mat, easing the pressure.

‘Oh fuck that’s gotta hurt babe!’ she laughed. I tried to sit up, reaching forwards to unlock her legs from mine but as my fingertips reached, she sharply thrust her hips up again, spearing me with another nuclear detonation of pain making me arch my back involuntarily again.

‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGG!’ I screamed, unable to even vocalise anything more over Rachels giggling and sadistic laughter.

Gritting my teeth, I pleaded, ‘GIVE GIVE GIVE GIVE…FUCK, I GIVE PLEEEEEEEEESE!!!’

My knee joint was being destroyed, Rachel pumped her hips up and down slowly, hyperextending my knee repeatedly towards breaking point. After a few hip thrusts, she returned her ass to the floor.

‘I can’t believe you let me catch you like this!’ she laughed, ‘I mean really? A figure four leg lock? I wasn’t even one hundred percent sure how to apply it but hey, it works a treat once it’s on huh?’

My head felt like it was going to explode with my straining against the pain, ‘Stop Rachel, please, you’re gonna break my leg, please don’t!’ I gasped, no longer bothered about any sense of pride. If she wanted me to beg, I would, no question.

‘Maybe I should.’ She said, ‘Break your leg I mean. You fucking deserve it pussy boy. You know, Jane was right, you don’t belong in this league with us. You should be the prize for a winner, not a competitor. Yeah, you should be tied to a chair for winners like me to bounce on some cock for relief after a match. What do you think?’

I balled my fists, wheezing in breaths and staring at the celling. I had never felt so desperately trapped in any fight so far. Rachel was literally torturing me, and I sensed it was probably only the beginning. I cried, no, I sobbed, pathetically, ‘Please…no more, please…’

Rachel pumped her hips up and down gently again, this time, I was so wracked with pain I could only squeak and whimper in time with her movements. Going limp on the mat, I felt close to passing out from sheer agony. I hoped for it, it would be at least a temporary release from this.
Rachel sighed, ‘Ok, I guess I’m bored of this hold now.’

She unwound her legs from mine and got to her feet. She stood astride me, planting her feet either side of my hips and smiled down, ‘But I think I can rough you up just a little bit more.’ She grinned, reaching behind her head and pulling her hair tie loose. Shaking her head, her dirty blond hair fell around her head. Reaching down, she grabbed my left wrist and tried to haul me to my feet. I was so exhausted, beaten and agonised that I stayed limp, unable to offer any resistance. Rachel tried to drag me a little way across the mat, but I couldn’t move. I just hung there like a drunk friend on a night out, ‘Fucking pathetic little prick.’ I heard her scoff, releasing my arm and letting me flop down on the mat.

Rachel winked at me and walked out of sight, ‘Stay put loser I’ll be back.’
I tried to bend my leg and sit up by the pain buzzed through me and I dry retched for a few seconds before giving up.

Rachel returned and kicked me over onto my stomach. As her weight came down on my back a burst of spittle escaped my mouth along with the air from my lungs. Rachel pulled each arm back over her thighs, setting up a straight camel clutch, moving her ass onto the small of my back and pausing to catch her breath.

‘Y-you win Rachel.’ I groaned, my left cheek on the mat with Rachels right foot in my vision. I just wanted this to end.

‘Yeah I’m sure you do.’ She replied sarcastically, sounding like she hadn’t exerted so far at all. Her hand closed around a handful of my hair and she pulled me up, slipping her hands under my chin and pulling me into a camel clutch. My back bowed painfully as she laced her fingers together wiggling her ass to get the best position to stretch my back. After a few seconds I found myself looking up into her smiling, upside down face, ‘Hey there!’ she smiled. My body twitched in her hold, my arms uselessly hanging by her ass.

‘P-please Rachel, please stop, I can’t take any more of this.’ I begged. I just wanted this nightmare to end.

‘Like you did?’ said Rachel, ‘During our first fight?’

‘Huh?’ I groaned, the burning pain spreading slowly up my back and shoulders.

‘Oh, you don’t remember our first fight? In this very room? Well let me refresh you fucker! We fought, I was a little complacent and you got me in a bow and arrow, remember? I submitted and you…just kept fucking going! I gave up, submitted that fight to you and you decided to work me over in another load of holds and then…then, you shove your fingers down my throat and make me puke all over myself, FUCKING REMEMBER THAT?!’ The smile was gone, she was clearly angry, I could tell, even looking at her face upside down.

‘Now it’s my turn. You’re mine you piece of shit and I’, going to work you over until I feel like it, then I ‘m going to humiliate you like you did to me.’
I gulped, not a particularly easy thing to do in a camel clutch like this, but I managed, ‘I, I thought you were cool with it after…you said so.’

Rachel snarled and pulled back sharply, bending me further than I had ever gone in this hold. I cried out in agony, pitifully whimpering another plea for her to stop, ‘Cool with it?’ she said, ‘Cool with what you did? No, I made out like I was ok with it until I could get you back here, and now I have, and you’re gonna pay. Tonight, is going to be humiliating for you, I’m gonna peg your ass and film it so I can watch it over as many times as I want. You’re gonna service me like the pathetic little sex toy you are, got it?’

‘YES!’ I cried out, willing to say anything to get her to release me from this camel clutch.

Rachel abruptly unlocked her fingers and let me fall face first onto the mat. My arms remained pulled back across her thighs as she laughed again, this time with more sinister intent. She shifted her weight up my back a little and crossed her legs across the back of my neck, locking me into one of my most dreaded holds. An inescapable lotus lock.

Rachels thighs pressed against my arms, forcing them closer together behind my back as her ankles pressed into the back of my neck, leaving her right foot dangling in front of my face. Her weight was right over my jellied ribs making each breath in a massive effort. It was a horrific hold to suffer in. I had both submitted to and got submissions from a lotus lock many times. Dani’s were nasty and she held them for entire tag matches while her partner fought on, Ruths were tight as all hell and she would only accept submissions in Spanish, and Janes…well, she almost dislocated my shoulder last time. Rachels was, so far, as bad as any of them.

‘Comfortable?’ she spat sarcastically. It was so hard to breath I couldn’t answer.

‘Remember this one from last time? I do.’ She pressed her thighs together a little tighter, pushing my elbows closer together behind my back, ‘You did this to me and made me cum, remember that?’

I did, I remembered trapping her in this very hold and finger fucking her the same way I had done earlier in this match. Back when I had been the one applying the lotus, I had been laughed my ass off at Rachels pathetic groans and cried. How the tables had turned.

Rachel reached behind her and slipped her hand between my legs. My shorts held everything together nice and tight at the front, so there was not much chance she could stroke me to orgasm from this position. ‘Spread em.’ She instructed sternly, the schoolteacher voice was back. Resisting would mean more squeezing, and therefore more pain so I complied, parting my legs as wide as I could. I felt her hand run over the fabric between my legs, feeling around the tightly stretched material. She hooked her hand underneath where my equipment was and felt my package through the fabric. She rubbed gently, seeing if she could stimulate me. It was arousing, but my shorts were just too tight, and after a few attempts she gave up, slapping my ass hard, ‘Should have taken these off shouldn’t I.’ she said rubbing my ass cheeks through the shorts. Leaning down she whispered, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll get to fucking that ass in a little while.’

Rachel leaned over a little so she could look me in the eye, ‘Want me to stop?’

‘Yes…please.’ I croaked in response.

Rachel had collected some of the ropes, leather straps and bondage equipment from the edge of the mat before beating me into final submission and trapping me in this hold, now she sorted through the little pile, pulling free a pair of soft leather cuffs with a foot-long chain between them. She dangled the cuffs in my vision on the end of her finger, smiling at me as she jiggled them, ‘I got these just for you.’ She said, ‘should stop you from doing too much resisting while I fuck you.’

Rachel twisted her ankle and pushed her foot into my face, ‘Tongue between the toes, then suck em, each individually.’

I groaned, not wanting to service Rachels, no doubt, filthy feet. Rachel squeezed my arms with her thighs for a few seconds until I stuck my tongue out and started sliding it between her toes, ‘Good boy.’ She said, easing the pressure on my arms once again. I resigned myself. I had no choice.
Her feet tasted sweaty, salty and gross. I gagged a little until I got used to the smell and the sweaty taste. Rachel leaned down to watch me closely as I ran my tongue around each toe, ‘Yeah, get right between them, yes that’s it.’ She said, ‘Now suck the toes, one at a time while I get these cuffs on you.’ She said, sitting back upright and fumbling with the leather cuffs. I felt her slip one ring around my right arm just above the elbow. Pulling the strap tight she fitted the other cuff to my left arm in the same position, pressing my arms in a little with her legs to make the chain stretch. It was uncomfortable, but bearable.

Rachel took a handful of my hair and angled my head to take all five toes in my mouth. Forcing her foot in several inches she laughed, ‘Suck on em.’ She instructed. I complied again, not daring to refuse her at this point. Rachel sat upright and brought my wrists together, resting them against her chest while she used a thin leather strap to bind them together tightly.

‘There, all under control.’ She said, pushing my bound arms to the side over her right thigh. She twisted my head to face the other way and forced me to service her other foot in exactly the same way I had the first. Somehow, it was even worst, gritty with dirt almost. Did the bitch never wash her damn feet?

Rachel made me service her foot for several minutes before pulling it out of mouth, ‘How do they taste?’ she laughed.

‘Gross.’ I said, still struggling to breath properly with Rachels weight on my upper back.

‘Just one thing left to do with you before we call this fight as finished.’ She said.

Rachel unlocked the lotus and stood, admiring her bondage work for a second before grabbing the chain between my upper arms and dragging me into a sitting position. It felt good to be able to breathe freely again, but the good feeling soon ended. Rachel pushed me onto my back and stepped in front of me to pull my shorts off with a few quick tugs. Standing astride my naked and beaten body, she placed on hand on her hip and raised her other arm, holding my shorts, in the air.

‘Who won?’ She asked, beaming a smile and showing a row of perfect teeth.
I gulped, ‘You did.’

‘What’s my name bitch?’ she asked tossing the shorts off the mat and standing with her hands on her hips glaring down at me.

‘Rachel.’ I replied.

‘So, who won?’

I sighed, ‘Rachel won.’

‘That’s right.’ She said tossing my shorts off the mat, ‘I’m keeping those by the way. Now, let’s get those last few points out of you.’

Rachel dragged me over to the edge of the mat and seated herself behind me, leaning back against the edge of one of the sofas. Pulling be between her legs she hooked her legs over mine, then under my knees. Effortlessly, she forced my legs wide apart with hers in a kind of grapevine. I slumped back against her, resting my head on her shoulder. I was exhausted and if I offered any resistance now, she would do something beyond painful, I knew.
Her left hand reached around and gripped my throat, holding my head back on her shoulder, resting cheek to cheek and forcing me to look up at the celling, while her other hand reached between my legs and grabbed my shaft.

‘There, much easier access, don’t you think?’ she asked, her lips close to my ear. ‘I don’t think I have to tell you what happens if you resist this.’ She said, ‘but just so you don’t get any ideas, it involves your balls getting crushed in my palm and your legs doing cheerleader splits. Now, am I going to have any resistance from you? Tell me now and I’ll give you a preview of what will happen.’ Rachel cupped my balls in her palm and pushed my head back firmly against her shoulder, waiting for me to answer.

‘No.’ I said simply, ‘I’ll do whatever you want.’

Rachel kissed my cheek gently, ‘Good boy.’

In truth, I enjoyed it. Rachel took her time with me. Gently teasing my cock to full stiffness before gently sliding her hand up and down it. She spat on her hand a few times to give my member a bit of slickness and slowly worked me up to the edge of an orgasm. I still had some pride, but I was enjoying this too much. Now I understood why her resistance faded with my finger work earlier. It’s all very well to desire to fight, but when you’re this close to orgasm, it’s almost impossible to think about anything else. Rachel released her grip on my throat, the same hand slid up and covered my mouth, leaving me to hiss air in and out through my nose. Feeling totally dominated I started to groan with pleasure. I just wanted to cum.

‘There we go, almost there.’ She whispered in my ear.

I won’t deny it was pretty hot, the restraints, Rachels dominance. If only I wasn’t in constant pain from the fight, it would have been perfect. A couple of minutes later, Rachel gave me the orgasm, forcing my legs a little wider apart as I wriggled in her grip and sprayed my juices halfway across the fighting area, accompanied with a series of long, desperate groans.

‘There we go, just let those man-groans out baby.’ She whispered in my ear, holding me tightly against her as I convulsed in her grip and my cock pumped out spurts of cum onto her wrestling mats.

Rachel kept pumping, draining everything I had before slowing down, gently sliding her hand up and down my slick cock. My breathing was still intense, being only through my nose but over the next minute, I calmed.

Spent, I rested back against her and began to calm down. ‘I promise that won’t be the last one I take from you tonight.’ she whispered in my ear. I could only groan my appreciation.

Rachel sniggered and stood, leaving me slumped against the sofa. She took a few steps, admiring the splatter of my cum on the mat in front of us.
‘Final score?’ she asked.

‘I, I don’t know.’ I replied, exhausted, both from the fight and the orgasm.
‘Well you got three, I got…’ Rachel made a show of counting on her fingers then giving up, ’10…maybe, something like that?’

‘Yeah, ok.’ I replied. I really didn’t care. It would be recorded as her victory in the league. Since fighters generally decided their own rules and victory criteria between them in individual matches, the actual scores meant little. Rachel had won, that was all that Karen would record in the league ledger. That she had destroyed me? I would have to take that on the ego.

Rachel walked back over and grabbed my hair, dragging me painfully to my feet. My tortured knee joint buckled as I put weight on it, causing me to fall down onto my good knee with a hiss of pain. Unable even to balance with my fuzzy head, I fell forwards onto the mat, landing on my side between Rachels feet.

‘Oh, you really are hurt aren’t you babe?’ she laughed. Planting her foot on the side of my head and holding my face to the mat.

‘Need some help?’ she asked.

I coughed lightly, ‘Yes please Rachel.’

Using her foot, she pushed my head around to look up at her and held her sole over my face, ‘Shoe me who’s boss.’ She smiled, balancing with hands on hips.

I kissed the sole of her foot along its length. I didn’t wait to me asked to lick it as well, running my tongue around her heel. This was Rachels pleasure, I had learned, and I had to think about keeping her sweet at this point.

Tonight was likely going to be bad enough without pushing her into a bad mood.

‘Now ask nicely.’ She said, planting her foot back on the mat and looking directly down at me.

‘Please Rachel, please help me, I’ll be good for you I promise.’

Fucking humiliating doesn’t quite cover it but like I said, there was no choice.
Rachel grinned and gently pulled me back to my feet. I tested my knee gently again with her arms around my waist until I as confident I could stand on it again. Finally, she took a step back and smiled.

Stood in front of her naked like this, beaten, exhausted, restrained and naked, her, shorter but still fresh and victorious, was all the more humiliating. ‘Shall we head to the bedroom then?’ she asked, pointing at the door and winking at me, ‘You know the way.’ She added.

I took baby steps to her bedroom with her following me a few steps behind. This was the price of losing. Losers were obliged to do whatever the winner wants until the following morning. Rachel had already told me what was waiting. I won’t go into detail, but it was every bit as humiliating and degrading as she intended it to be, from sitting on my chest and shoving the strap on down my throat to fucking my ass with it, all the while having her phone in one hand to film the moment.

Fortunately, she did get bored of it eventually and we had regular sex. Well, regular as you can with two sets of restraints on your arms. We pleased each other several times before falling asleep. Rachel refused to remove the cuffs or the straps, fortunately, they were comfortable enough to sleep in, metal cuffs would have been unbearable.

In the morning, we fucked again, Rachel glazing my face with her pussy while getting my cock to the back of her throat. Bouncing on my cock one final time, Rachel lay on top of me while we lip-locked for a while to calm down. Finally, the aggression and the anger seemed to have gone from her and she smiled warmly at me.

‘You ok?’ she asked, rubbing her nose affectionately against mine, those magnificent breasts squished against my chest.

‘That was a hell of a beating Rach.’ I replied, ‘I didn’t know you were so pissed.’

‘Pissed about Saturday, pissed you ramming your fingers down my throat, yeah, I was. Revenge is sweet though.’ She grinned.

‘Are we honestly cool now?’ I asked. ‘I mean really? You’re not going to be waiting to destroy me like that again?’

‘Rachel nodded and kissed me lightly on the lips, ‘Yeah, we’re cool now, promise, it’s all out of my system after last night. In fact, I have something to ask you.’

‘Erm…ok.’ I replied, curiously.

‘Look. Despite my trash talking, you are a pretty good wrestler. For the only guy in the league you do pretty well, and I think you could do even better. I was only kidding about that whole, you should just be a prize thing, I actually think you’re a damn good fighter. Have you tag teamed yet? Ruth was your trainer wasn’t she? The slim brunette Spanish girl?’

‘Well yeah, Ruth wailed on me for about 5 fights before I beat her for the first time, then we did a few matches together as a team, but we got wiped out twice by Jane and Dani. So, we can’t fight as a team again for a while.’
‘Ah yeah. You and Jane.’

‘Don’t get me started. I seriously hate that women. I fucking hate her. She’s beat me four times in a row and I can’t seem to get anywhere fighting her.’

Rachel stroked my cheek gently, ‘How about you and I team up?’
‘Wh—really? You’d fight with me?’

‘Yes. We can help each other out. I’ll teach you a load of new holds, proper transitions, technique? You can help me train my striking and cardio, improve my endurance? When we’re ready, we can do some tag team action, and you’ll have the tools to beat Jane in singles. What do you think?’
‘My ribs don’t think your striking needs any work Rach,’ I said, giving us both a knowing smile, ‘but I’d love to train with you.’

It was a really good match. Rachel was an elite level wrestler, like Jane. I could clearly learn a lot from her and if she was willing to spend time training me, I might finally get a winning crack at Jane.

‘Can I take a few days to heal my ribs up first? And my almost broken knee?’ I asked, getting a smile from Rachel.

‘Sure. We’ll get started next week. Lots of new fighters joining the league to choose our first match from. We’ll destroy all comers!’

We sealed out new partnership with yet another round of sex before Rachel released me from the restraints and joined me in the shower. After cleaning up, we said our goodbyes and I hobbled to the car on my injured knee.

By the time I returned home, Karen had already sent me a message confirming the result of the match. She also said she had some interesting propositions for me. A handicap match, me, vs Alex and a new wrestler, a straight fight against Austrian beast Nicole from last weekends tournament, or Ruth, pushing for a one-on-one match, looking to reclaim some pride after her third loss in a row to me. She told me I could have a few weeks to pick my next opponent, but I had no idea what I wanted to do.


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