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As the battle unfolded under the scorching July sun, the mats themselves almost scalding hot to the touch, both Shona and Louise watched the two wrestlers with rapt attention. Shona, as ever, watched with arms folded, her expression as cold and impassive as always. Louise, for her part, continually rose from her seated position to shout words of encouragement to her bandmate Chelsea in this band-versus-bar-staff tussle. Louise couldn’t keep still – part of that was down to the excitement of watching Chelsea conclude 20 minutes of gruelling wrestling with Lizzy, and part of it was down to the knowledge that she and Shona would soon be fighting themselves. As the combatants writhed, gasping for air in the heat, Louise snuck a sly look at Shona. Long black pony tail down her back, hair scraped back from pale face, strong looking back, perfectly toned bottom and thighs. This was worrying.

On the mat it seemed that Chelsea had almost finished her sport with Lizzy. Body to body, Chelsea pressed Libby into the hot rubber, pulling her arms flat to her sides and pinning her legs wide open with hers. It was the classic grapevine. Wearing nothing but skimpy bikinis, held together by tightly fastened string, the two girls’ generously endowed breasts squelched together as they struggled. While both girls were slick with sweat, Lizzy’s face was especially wet, her cheeks red with embarrassment as the 24-year-old faced the prospect of defeat to a girl who, though taller than Lizzy, had only turned 18 a few weeks ago.

Lizzy turned her face to the side, not wanting to catch Chelsea’s gaze at this moment of resolution. Chelsea pressed, asking her legs for more power, just one last time. She flexed, trying to force Lizzy’s legs further apart, further than the barmaid could bear. “No!” moaned Lizzy, flexing back in resistance, her eyes squeezed shut in exertion, “Oh! Ohhh!” Slowly but surely, Lizzy’s legs were forced further and further open on the mat. Lizzy bucked two, three times, her firmly defined crotch knocking into Chelsea’s own. Chelsea gritted her teeth. Further apart went Lizzy’s thighs, reaching their natural limit, which for a fit, flexible girl like Lizzy was a long way. Then, a fraction beyond their limit. Lizzy began to thrash her head from side to side. The pain and humiliation was too much for her now. “No! Arrrggh! I submit, I submit, I submit!”

The punishment was over. Chelsea rolled away, onto her back, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she sucked in air. Lizzy ran her hands over hurting inner thighs, her eyes still closed, not wanting to look at the younger girl that had put her through such shame.

Louise’s attention to this sight was abruptly diverted by Shona. The pale-skinned 30-year-old sucked hard at the disappointing scene before her, and beckoned to Louise. “Come on then,” she stated simply, “my turn!”
“Right away?” replied Louise, immediately knowing how frail that sounded.
“That’s what we’re here for,” Shona said, steely-eyed. She stepped onto the mat, and prodded Lizzy with her feet as if it say ‘move, now’. Both Chelsea and Lizzy, though exhausted and drenched in sweat, knew better than to object, and Louise as if hypnotised found herself stepping onto the mat, facing Shona. She winced as she felt the heat of the surface underneath her bare feet. Shona at once unrobed, and this time Louise winced again – inwardly – as she saw her opponent’s hard body, small-breasted but toned and gleaming white in the bright sun. Shona was packed neat and taut into a black bikini. Louise threw her own robe away. The bottle blonde was wearing a red bikini, the colours accentuating her more curvaceous figure, her sensually rounded hips and her breasts looking full and perky in her top. (continues...)

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Shona checked her pony tail and then took a stance, arms raised. “Come on then, wrestler girl,” she said with a slight leer, “let’s see what you’ve got. Fight me, come on.”

Louise knew it was now or never. There was no point backing away. Even if she fled, she suspected Shona would catch and be upon her in seconds. And anyway, Louise was no quitter. She opted to use attack as the first tier of defence. Louise skipped forward, darted to one side, stuck out a leg at Shona’s ankles which the barmaid deftly avoided, and then tried grabbing Shona at the arms. Shona slipped away, throwing out an arm at Louise’s head, but by the time it reached its destination, Lou wasn’t there. Louise lunged, this time gripping Shona around her chest and back with both arms, her fingers lacing together under Shona’s armpit. Shona immediately wrapped a leg around one of Louise’s as Lou braced her knees, trying to lift Shona off her feet.

To her surprise, Shona left the mat quite easily, but with her legs well and truly entangled with Lou’s, there was no way Shona was going down without taking Lou with her. Shona went down with a mighty slap onto her back. Louise’s weight came down on top of her and Louise noted, with some pleasure, the slightest wheeze from Shona. At once Shona trapped Louise in her thighs from below, latching on over Lou’s sides, and crossing her ankles. Lou grunted, forcing an arm underneath one of those legs, easing the pressure. Working her arm and shoulder muscles and taking advantage of Shona’s prone position, Louise broke the hold, but clung onto the leg she had a hold of, keeping Shona flat and with both hands tried to force the leg up high, separating it from the other, high towards Shona’s breasts and shoulder. Now she’d see how flexible Shona really was. Very flexible, she suspected grimly.

Louise didn’t have long to consider it because, using her undoubted strength, Shona managed to snap the leg out of Louise’s grip just as it threatened to be fully stretched up, high over her chest. As Shona’s leg jerked back, it connected with Louise, forcing her off, and allowing Shona to spring up in a blur of feline speed. Louise landed on her side, immediately trying to rise, but hell, Shona was already up and onto her. Half up, Louise was forced back onto her side, Shona coming down hard and straddling her. Louise felt the mound of Shona’s crotch and firm buttocks planted down on her ribs. Shona took control of Louise’s uppermost arm, pulling it up vertically, straight as an arrow, trapping it between her own arms. Now suddenly Shona sprang up, transferring the trapped arm to between her knees, and in a liquid motion she fell to her back onto the mat, taking Louise’s arm with her. Louise felt her arm extended, the shoulder joint wrenched and painful, and saw Shona’s pale calves, ankles and feet come to rest over her heaving, red-clad breasts.

With the arm lock pulled tight, Louise was helpless. She shrieked in rage and pain as Shona pulled the arm straighter still between her thighs. Louise thrashed on the mat, perspiration pouring from her forehead. Again Shona pulled, extended her own body backwards, arching her back. “Yeeuuurrggh! God! I submit, I submit!” Louise screamed.

Shona released her and climbed to her feet. Was that the faintest trace of a smile on the hard-bodied goth’s normally glacial face? “Don’t tell me that’s it?” she teased. “Come on, fight me.”
“Definitely not it” spluttered Louise, rubbing her shoulder and bicep, as she rose slowly to her feet.
The two girls closed again, Louise sensing her nipples stiffening with excitement. They gripped each other, bodies flexing in the heat, Louise breathing hard but noting that Shona’s body, though slightly moist, was in good shape. Shona seemed barely to have increased her rate of breathing. Louise kicked out, entangling Shona’s standing leg with her own strong thigh, looping it around, almost sending Shona down, but not quite. Louise shot out an arm, Shona dodged. She gazed at Louise, narrow eyes, piercing cold. Shona bounced, her long black pony tail – jet black in fact – shiny against this strong sun and the contrast with her milky white skin. Louise lunged again, and this time to her delight, caught hold of that hated head, immediately bending Shona and pulling her into a headlock.

Louise exhaled deeply with relief as she pulled a bent Shona in tight, tight against her body, gripping Shona’s face to the side of her right breast. Exhilarated, Louise forced Shona lower, dropping to her own knees and taking Shona down so that the arrogant goth was forced onto all the fours. "Like the dog that she is," thought Louise, glancing backwards, though she did not have the temerity to say so. Now Louise, with a gruff grunt, threw herself to the right, forcing Shona flat and bringing all her weight down on her opponent’s head. The only thing separating Shona’s head from the mat was Louise’s forearm, the rest of the arm wrapped around the jet black hair. Shona’s knees scrabbled for purchase on the mat, the vulnerable white skin of her legs burning on the searing hot rubber, and yes, was that the slightest of groans from the barmaid? It was hard to tell with her head all wrapped up and pressed down like that.

Suddenly Louise felt Shona’s arm snaking up over her back – a hand yanked on the strap of her bikini, close to where the catch was. “Oh no you don’t, bitch,” muttered Louise, half laughing with indignation at the idea. But Shona meant it. With a few sharp pulls, Lou’s top hung loose, her breasts remaining cupped only due to the fact that they were presently flush against Shona’s trapped body. “Bitch!” spat Louise, not seeing any funny side now. She had barely time to think about it, because Shona, demonstrating snake-like flexibility, had writhed around, body to body with Louise, enabling her to palm a hand under Lou’s chin and push it back. Louise knew Shona was strong, and now she was feeling it in the most personal way, as Shona pushed Lou’s head back right over her shoulders. Louise grimaced, gurgled in distress, sensing Shona was escaping the hold, knowing that she couldn’t hold it much longer like this anyway.

It happened. Shona pulled her head clear and took in an eager gulp of air as she moved, panther-quick, to deal with Louise. With her own head free, Louise too was relieved, but now had a face full of Shona. Shona plucked the bikini top from where it still cupped Louise’s breasts and contemptuously flung it away. Woman to woman, they wrestled on the mat, tussling, rolling, Shona’s legs battling for supremacy with Louise’s, Louise’s arms trying to overpower Shona’s. Shona fought through gritted teeth, expression otherwise unchanged. Louise grimaced, panted, sensed she would lose a straight physical battle.

Twisting Shona’s arm at the top, Louise hooked a leg over her opponent’s shoulder and tried to ride up onto Shona’s back - a position from which she could really punish this ice maiden. As she attempted the climb Shona grabbed the questing foot in a move fast as lightning, twisting the ankle and sending Louise not only off her but spinning round onto her tummy. Angered, Louise at once pushed herself up, but again, her opponent was quicker. Now it was Shona mounting Louise. Unable to immediately resist, Louise found Shona’s toned arms wrapped around her neck and chin from behind and, inevitably, those quick, tightly-muscled legs were snaking around her sides. With Louise under control, Shona pulled her backwards, still holding her head and now tightening her legs around Lou’s midriff as both girls lay on their sides. (continues...)

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Louise began to moan in distress as Shona’s legs crushed the bottom of her ribs and rendered her pinched waist considerably more pinched. She felt Shona’s breath in her ear – at last the other girl was panting hard – and their sweat covered both bodies in a glossy sheen as the women struggled. Louise tried to insert an arm beneath Shona’s uppermost leg. Strong in the arms, Louise did manage to at least relieve some of the pressure. To her surprise, Louise felt her head released, but only in exchange for a grip on her exposed and vulnerable breasts.

Shona crushed the cream-coloured orbs in her fingers, the flesh oozing between them, Shona’s hard fingertips digging in, squeezing, twisting. Louise screamed, partly in pain, but mostly in indignation. This type of attack was misery, as she knew only too well. “Fucking…bitch!” Louise spluttered, her face twisting with pain, as she used her one free hand to rescue one soft-skinned breast and then attend to the other. But of course, as soon as one of Shona’s hands was forced to relinquish, the other just increased the intensity of attack on the other breast, and Louise dared not pull her other hand free from between Shona’s scissors to assist, as that alone was preventing a screaming submission.

Sensing Shona’s cheek nestling against her own, the trim barmaid clearly enjoying the spectacle, a despairing Louise desperately reached up, grabbing Shona’s long and sleek pony tail, twisting it around her fingers and then pulling on it with all her might, pulling on it like a rope. Now for the first time Louise heard Shona scream. It was a strange, low-keyed, guttural wail – almost as if from a large, injured beast. Shona at once ceased her torture of Louise’s vulnerable breasts, as Lou simultaneously released the hair, but for good measure pulled a fistful clean out with her. This included the frail elastic that had held the pony tail in place, so as Shona pitifully groaned, clutching her scalp, her long black tresses splayed out around her, much of it brushing against Louise. That irritation – the infuriating tickle of hair from her hated aggressor – stung the blonde 25-year-old into action. Though needing to tend to her throbbing breasts, she knew this wasn’t the time. Shona would surely hurt her even more if she didn’t act immediately.

Her scissors now more tokenistic than serious, Louise prized off Shona’s legs and pushed her away onto her back. Louise rose to her knees; Shona rose too, but this time only to all fours. Louise pounced, was upon Shona, trying to repeat the earlier headlock. This time it was more difficult – her strength was sapped, and with both girls so moist it was hard to get the hurtful, suffocating grip that Louise craved. But at least she was on top again. Or at least she was until Shona grabbed onto the arm that Louise had put over her shoulders, and with a snarl of effort, dipped her shoulder and hurled Lou over her back, sending her crashing, with a hearty crack, onto the mat. With Shona only on all fours, Louise didn’t have that far to fall, but when she landed on her back it was with a sharp cry of pain, partly from the impact but mainly from the fact that Shona had again hurt her arm, the same one that she’d punished in the armbar. Louise issued an unhappy moan as she bucked with pain.

When she opened her eyes a second, or a fraction of a second later, Shona was on to her. With Louise flat on her back, Shona straddled her stomach, knees tight against Lou’s ribs. Shona savagely clawed a breast. Another piercing cry from Louise. Shona then sought Lou’s dangerous arms, looking to pin her, looking to work her own body down, to suppress, punish and finally take out this frustrating blonde. Shona grabbed one wrist but the other evaded her – instead that hand went up Shona’s back, fingers curling underneath her black bikini strap…pulling. For almost the first time in the fight, Louise saw Shona’s expression change. From icy cruel to one of horror, of panic. “No! Don’t! Don’t you dare!” gasped Shona, her eyes suddenly wide as saucers. Shona’s hands went to her top, holding it, and pulling at Louise’s wrist. Sarah pulled and yanked, feeling her fingers slipping in Shona’s iron grip. The garment was stubborn. Louise desperately clawed, sensing Shona’s disgust. Oh, Shona clearly felt it acceptable to disrobe Louise but losing her own top clearly wasn’t on the agenda. Gleefully, Louise finally ripped away the garment, revealing Shona’s small, rounded breasts and dark-coloured pointed nipples, bullet-hard with excitement.

Face reddening with rage, she swung at Louise, slapping her a glancing blow on the cheek. Grabbing her by the elbow, a seething Shona hauled her opponent over, forcing her all the way round onto her stomach. Dazed and throbbing, Louise felt Shona slide forward onto the small of her back, felt her arms loop under her armpits and hands lace under her chain. Then it began – the pain, as Shona pulled Louise up, bending her backwards. Further and further she went, Louise’s eyes clenched with pain as her back bent upwards, Shona’s hands iron-fast on her chin. Louise was forced further still – she had to prop herself up on one hand to ease the pressure on her neck, while the other hand swung behind her, despairingly trying to grab any part of Shona, wanting to clamp onto one of those irritating little breasts with the big, pointy nipples, to do anything to hurt her. It was no good, from this angle she could barely swat at Shona’s body, now taut with tension as she reared backwards, using her strength and centre of gravity to exert more and more pressure on Louise. Louise felt herself bent back as far as she would stretch, her erect nipples now pointing at the sun.

She moaned beneath clenched teeth, a mouth that could barely open – now the torture was too much. “Noooo! Please stop, please!” she slurred. “I submit!”
“What was that?” sneered Shona, leaning in to look at Louise’s bent-backwards face, virtually whispering into her ear. “What were you trying to say?”
“I SUBMIT!” spat Louise, eyes watering over contorted cheeks and lips.
“Good.” Shona released her, Louise’s body springing back into the mat where she lay in a heap, disoriented and gratefully gulping in air. Shona got to her feet, slightly more wobbly now, her white skin now blotchy-red from the roasting sun and her long, long hair hanging around her, much of it plastered with sweat against her back and shoulders. With a forearm concealing her breasts, she scooped up her top and quickly snapped it back on, before gathering her hair and tying it into a ponytail again. Stepping away, she turned to look at Chelsea and Lizzy who were watching silently, in something approaching awe.

“I guess that’s one-all,” she said, appearing to address Chelsea. “Well, so-called round one champ, fancy stepping up to settle this?”
Chelsea swallowed hard, looking up at Shona. Save for her black eyeliner, now smeared with tears, Shona’s face was the same steel cold glare as it always was.
Chelsea asked, timidly: “If I win, does that mean we’re gonna get free drinks all weekend?”
“Deal,” came the immediate response. “But rest assured babe, you won’t get close.”
In a quiet gesture of arrogance, Chelsea narrowed her eyes and casually adjusted the sides of her bikini cups. And slowly, she rose to her feet…

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Dear spammers - why don't you reply to my second Shona story instead?
Shona fights again...
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