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The Hammer and the Anvil' by toe2hoes

A story of a kick boxing fight between two young Ladies, (contains sexual content)

Tracy Anvill (GB) Champion vs Faatina Durani (Pak) Challenger.
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The flight from Karachi to Manchester had at last touched down, and one young passenger blew
a sigh of relief, before grabbing her bag and making her way off the plane and into the terminal.

Faatina Durani made her way through the arrivals area, avoiding the luggage carousel and
followed the signs for "EXIT" before searching for the taxi rank.

Miss Durani had finally arrived in the UK, the weather was cloudy and cold, but she had been
told to expect this in England, and especially in Manchester.

The young Pakistani Woman threw her holdall on the back seat of the cab and asked the driver
to take her to her Hotel

"Here on Business are you love ?" Questioned the taxi driver.

"Business ?, Er..well..eh yes you could say"

"Oh, and what line of business are you in ? not that I'm being nosy love, but you know what
us taxi drivers are like, we have to ask" the driver said, apologizing for his questioning.

"Oh no, that's OK! I'm here to fight, well box..a form of boxing anyway, W.F.B.A."

"Have you heard of it" Continued Faatina.

"Nah, sorry love, can't say I have"

In her strong Pakistani accent, Faatina went on to enlighten him.

"It's a cross between boxing and muay Thai, only you can't use your knees or elbows, just
hands and feet, it's a little more complicated than that but I won't bore you"

"Fighting a local girl then are you, I mean from around her ?"

With a rye smile on her face Faatina replied:

"Yes, she's the World champion actually, a Woman called Tracy Anvill"

"Tracy Anvill ! bleeding hell I've heard of her, your not fighting her are you ?"

It came as no surprise that the driver had heard of Tracy Anvill, as well as being a legend
in the W.F.B.A. circles, the world champion was the pin up girl of British sport' her photo
adorned almost as many fashion magazines as it did sports mags.

Rubbing the condensation off the window to peer out, she replied: "Yes, I'm fighting her tomorrow
evening, at the M.E.N. Arena"

"Really, the M.E.N, wow !" He continued: "Have you had many fights ?"

"I've had eight, eight professional fights"

Glancing in his rear mirror the taxi driver continued his questioning "And how many have you won"

"All eight, five by stopping my opponent and three on points"

"Any of those wins by knockout, love ?"

"No, none by K.O., I'm not a knockout fighter, you see I don't have a knockout punch"

"How far is the hotel now ?" questioned Faatina, who was beginning to tire of the non stop questions.

"We're nearly there ! So what about Tracy Anvill then, what's her record ?"

Faatina gave a big sigh, and replied "Thirty two wins from thirty three fights"

"Oh eh, she's lost one then !"

"Eh, no actually, it was a draw, a very dubious draw against a French girl,... in France"

"So, if you should win tomorrow then you'll be the World champion, yes ! ?"

"No, no..it's a non title fight, the original fight was for the title, but two opponents have had to pull out
and as I'm not a ranked fighter I can't fight for the title." She replied

"I don't mean to be rude but I'm feeling not much like talking" She replied in that prominent
Pakistani dialect.

If the driver was trying to make her feel better he was doing a bloody poor job of it, she felt
as if she was entering the Lions den as it was, the long flight, the damn weather, and now
this flaming taxi driver, he meant well but he was just confirming what she already knew, and
that was...she was facing the legend that is.. Tracy Anvill !.

At last they reached the hotel, the driver wished her luck for tomorrow, he was no
doubt thinking 'your gonna need it' and she made her way to the reception and then
on to bed for an early night.


The following morning arrived and disappeared in no time at all, getting up, breakfast,
a jog around the block, and then on to a local gym to meet her trainer and adviser for the
evening, a fellow Pakistani, a Gentleman called Rasheed Sasooli, who ran this run down gym
on the outskirts of Manchester, but who she was now meeting thanks to friends and contacts back in Pakistan.

Mr Sasooli would help her prepare for the fight, sparring, pad work, watch a DVD of her
opponent, and then the weigh in.
The weigh in wasn't like the big boxing fights, eye to eye and nose to nose with your opponent the day
before the fight, it was far easier and less hassle, just boxer, trainer and three officials from the
W.F.B.A., oh and the guy that actually did the weigh.

The officials from the W.F.B.A told her that she would be payed £800 Euros, plus expenses.
The official also went on to tell her that she would get a further £100 Euros for every round
of the fight, she knew nothing of this so it was quite a welcome surprise.

Tonight was a huge night for Tracy Anvill because the fight would be shown on a small U.S.
cable station, and an impressive performance by the British girl could mean her fights being
bought up for live showing in the States, on one of the larger channels, and she was also told that
the head of that channel would be at ringside tonight.

Faatina shook hands with the officials and headed off back to the hotel to catch a
couple of hours sleep, there would be a Limo picking her up and taking her to the venue at
nine, so back she went to get some hard earned rest.


Faatina Durani waited nervously in the hotel lobby for the Limo to come, she sat down and
drank a glass of mineral water, and as she waited she picked up a handful of magazines that
were scattered on a table next to her, and there on the front cover of one of mags was a
photo of Tracy Anvill, long blond hair, blue eyes, full make up.
Faatina scanned the magazine and read the interview with "The Lady' of the ring" as she was referred to.

No sooner had she got past the first paragraph, when the receptionist called over to her to
inform her that the Limo had arrived.
The Pakistani girl had been far to nervous to enjoy the luxurious ten minute journey to the
venue, it was over in a flash.

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Two bodyguards then escorted her from the car to a side entrance of the building, then
through several doors and passages until finally she reached the dressing room area.
She was told by one of the bodyguards to carry on a short way down a corridor.
The Men wished her luck and then watched her as she made her way to the changing rooms.

As Faatina walked through the corridor she saw two doors, one immediately to her left and one
slightly further on to her right.
Faatina walked past the first door that had the name 'Miss Tracy Anvill' written on the front,
and instead approached the second door, a small sign saying 'Miss Fatina Durani' was hung
near the top of the door.
She shook her head and thought to herself "They couldn't even spell my name correctly"

On entering the room the Pakistani girl saw a welcoming face, Rasheed was sat on a bench waiting
to prepare his young fighter.

He smiled "Hi Faatina, come on my girl let's get busy, we don't have too much time"

The next hour was spent receiving a massage, stretching, having her hands taped and some
light shadow boxing, going over one or two tactics and shots.

Rasheed looked at his fighter and smiled "Now let's put these gloves on and go to work"

No sooner had she started to loosen up there came a knock on the door, and a Man in a
dinner suit entered, he poked his head around the corner and said " Two more minutes Miss Durani, everything OK ?"

Faatina nodded her head and she felt Rasheed's hand on her shoulder.
"Come on let's make our way, and don't worry about the crowd, block them out"

Faatina again nodded her head.

"Just concentrate, think only about the fight, OK come on, let's move"

As she approached the main door to the Arena she could see the huge crowds sat high up in
the stands, the lights inside the arena dipped and suddenly a loud voice was heard over
the tannoy.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, making her way to the ring, would you please give a warm welcome
to the challenger..from Karachi, Pakistan...Miss Faaatinnna Duurannniiii"

Loud basey music began to pump out as they were asked to make their way slowly to the
ring, a bright blinding search-light shone down on them as they preceded to walk forward.
A pretty redhead wearing a white t-shirt and fishnet tights walked in front of them carrying
a large Pakistani flag, the applause if any was being drowned out by the darn music and
Faatina's stomach was doing cartwheels.

Rasheed held the rope up for Faatina to climb into the ring, and as she jogged to the center
it suddenly hit her how enormous the building was.
There were thousands of people all around her, staring, watching her every move.
Faatina Durani had never been so scared in all her life, the little Asian watched those strobes
light up masses of people, all sat in blocks high up in the arena, not to mention the hundreds
sat just yards away at ringside, they were close enough for her to see the times on their watches.

The Pakistani girl had only ever fought in front of several hundred people, eight hundred at
the most, this was so overpowering, her stomach was in knots and she felt quite sick.

Rasheed tried his best to calm her down as she waited nervously for her opponent to enter
the ring, a small section of the crowd began to clap, the clapping then began to circulate
around the arena, growing louder as more and more spectators joined in.

From the back of the arena Faatina could hear the faint chant of Anvill..Anvill..Anvill..Anvill
and just like the clapping it too began to circulate around the vast building, getting nearer and
louder, until the noise was quite deafening..ANVIL..ANVILL..ANVILL..ANVILL..ANVILL, the Asian
girl was left in no doubt who they wanted to see, and then bang on Que a bright light and a huge bang
went up from the corner of the auditorium, and over the tannoy came an announcement.
"And introducing, from Blackburn England the undefeated British, commonwealth, European and World
champion, Ladies and Gentlemen please put your hands together for the 'The LADY', miss Traaaccciieeee Anviiilll'

The roar was deafening as the champion made her way to the ring,
The Tom Jones song "She's a Lady" bellowed out as a huge union jack flag led the
entourage to the ring.
Miss Durani blew her cheeks out and tried to concentrate, she tried to block out all the noise and
just focus on the task ahead, but it was useless, 'The Lady' was arriving and her arrival demanded
attention, and Faatina Durani looked on spellbound as the precession neared the ring.

Flashlights were going off all around as the champion began to climb through the ropes, then suddenly
a huge roar greeted her appearance in the ring, the Pakistani girl looked on in aw-re as Tracy Anvill
bounced around the ring, she then threw her hands in the air and applauded all four sides of the arena.
Again the sound of ANVILL..ANVILL filled the hall as the British girl milked the applause.

Faatina Durani stood facing her opponent, stepping from one foot to another, keeping her
hands low by her sides.

The Pakistani girl stared for the first time at her feared opponent, even with her blond hair
tied back in a pony tail, and her face void of all make up, Tracy Anvill still managed to look stunning.

Faatina thought to herself "How on earth can a fighter look like that"

Tracy Anvill stood facing her, wearing a tight fitting Red, White and Blue vest, that was hiding
a well concealed breast-guard underneath, Blue silk shorts with red fishnet gussets down
both sides and ankle supports on her bare feet.

"Ladies and Gentlemen tonights contest is a non title fight over eight two minute rounds.
between on my right fighting out of the Red corner, wearing the green vest and shorts, with
a record of eight straight wins from eight professional fights, from Karachi Pakistan Miss Faatina Durrrannii"

"And fighting out of the Blue corner, wearing Red, White and Blue vest and shorts, with a
record of thirty three fights, one draw, thirty two wins, twenty one by way of knockout,
The current world Champion.....'Your Lady' ...Miss Trraacccyyyyy Anviiillllllll"

The crowd rose to their feet, again the chants echoed around the arena until finally the ring
was clear, Faatina looked across at Tracy Anvill, totally awestruck at the British girl.

The blue eyed blond looked straight at the Pakistani girl, as a gum shield was placed in her mouth

With the formalities finally over the referee signaled both Women toward him.

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The crowd rose to their feet, again the chants echoed around the arena until finally the ring
was clear, Faatina looked across at Tracy Anvill, totally awestruck at the British girl.

The blue eyed blond looked straight at the Pakistani girl, as a gum shield was placed in her mouth

With the formalities finally over the referee signaled both Women toward him.


"I want a good clean fight, no holding, break when I say and no hitting after the bell, understood ! "

Both Women touched gloves and nodded toward each other and returned to their corners.

"Just keep your guard up Faatina, don't drop your left hand and keep moving, hear me, keep moving !"

Over in the other corner 'team Anvill' were going to work on their girl, telling her to 'get in fast'
and 'get that jab working'

Then at last "Ding Ding" Round One....the bell sounded, and true to her word the Champion
was straight in, thud..thud..two straight jabs followed by a right, then another right to
the body, as she went to work behind that stinging left jab.

Faatina kept her guard up high, throwing the occasional jab whilst retreating backward, the
speed and movement of the British girl was incredible, and like nothing she'd experienced before.

The Pakistani girl backed off even more, but then found her exit had been cut off and she was
caught in the corner of the ring, Faatina could feel the rope cutting into her back and at that
moment her opponent unleashed a barrage of punches that stunned the Asian girl.

A huge roar went up as the British Girl lay siege to the young Pakistani, a right hook, a left upper cut and a bone shuddering shot to the head left the challenger reeling, she threw her leg out
and kicked twice, hoping to push the stronger girl off, but a huge right caught her flush on the
forehead and she felt her knees buckle.

Right, left combinations were piling in thick and fast from the champion, and the noise was now deafening, people were out of their seats screaming for the finish, Faatina threw a wild right from
behind her high guard but it had little effect on the British babe, and Miss Anvill answered back
with a pulsating right upper cut, that dropped the young challenger to her knee.

The crowd were out of their seats and were jumping about, the referee stepped in quickly and
ushered the Brit back to her corner.
He looked hard into Faatina's eyes as she got to her feet, he held her wrists tightly by her waist and shouted "Are you OK to continue ?" he stared deep into Faatina's eyes and continued
" Do you want to go on ?"

Faatina nodded and shouted "Yes, yes...I'm OK referee...I'm OK"

He then signaled to the fighters to continue, and quick as a flash Tracy was back in like a shot
throwing everything at her smaller and groggy opponent.
Right..Left..right...left hook..right..right..right..big left to the body of the Pakistani, then a
huge roundhouse kick to the head, that once again staggered the young Asian, causing
her legs to buckle yet again.

The noise in the arena had reached fever pitch as the end lay in sight, a right upper followed by
a cruel left hook had all but finished the Pakistani girl, and then...Ding..Ding...salvation for
Miss Durani, yet sheer frustration for Miss Anvill, as the bell sounded for the end of round one.

Faatina dropped like a stone onto her stool as Rasheed began to work some encouragement into his
young fighter, but he knew just like everybody else that she was out of her depth.
Just how she was going to stop this tidal wave of speed, power and precision was beyond
him, and all he could do was to try and get Faatina to move more and try and use her feet.

"Seconds out..Round Two"...

The stool had barely been removed before the blond powerhouse was at her again,
straight in...Thud..huge right..then three stinging left jabs, all penetrating Miss Durani's
guard, another big right and a straight left caused the Asian girl to back off.

"Use your legs, then counter punch" screamed Rasheed "And watch that big right"

Faatina did exactly that, for the first time catching the Brit on the side of the head, then a
wild right over the top and a left hook, the latter also catching the blond.

Those were two hard blows she'd caught her with and what effect had they on the champ ?.

Well the answer was a huge smile and a wink off the British babe, who returned the
compliment with a bone crunching right to the head of the challenger, again there was a
smile from the champ as she moved in at speed throwing flurries and combinations at the
retreating Faatina.

Miss Durani flicked out a kick, but going backward and off balance it carried little weight,
and the British girl as if to make a point sent a huge kick in to the head, which was
followed by a right bomb again to the head...Bang !

Suddenly Faatina was on all fours, her head spinning, the noise unbearable and her focus
was quite blurred.

"One..two..three..four.."

She could hear the referee's count clearly enough though out all the din, yet she struggled
to push herself off the floor, her gloves slipping on the canvas and her legs feeling unable
to move.

"Five..six..seven.."

Faatina tried with one last effort to push herself off the canvas and onto her feet.

"Eight..nine.."

She was up, slightly groggy and her legs felt like they had a mind of their own, but she
was up.

"Are you OK, are you sure you want to go on ?"

Nodding furiously the plucky Pakistani held her gloves to her face and blew her cheeks out.

"Go get her Trace, go Girl" Came the screams from the Anvill camp.

The Brit came steaming back in, and roared on by the huge partisan crowd, started where she
left off, right..left..kick to the side of the head...then a straight right.

Miss Durani replied with a combination that lacked any real zap, she also tried her favorite
right kick, but again they had little affect on the British beauty, who caught her flush with
a left hook, Faatina was clearly hurt by that last shot as she staggered back, her arms
had dropped down to her sides and her mouth now open and gasping for air.

The pin-up Girl of British sport was in for the kill, but as she moved in..Ding.. ding..she
was denied again.

Faatina Durani sunk to her stool, her gum shield was quickly removed from her mouth as
her lungs began to inhaled as much air as they could, she could feel a slight swelling
beginning to form under her left eye, as Rasheed again began to bellow instructions into her
ear.
Not a single word or reply came from her lips, it was useless, she was out of her league and
could do nothing to stem the constant flow of punches and kicks from this stunning blond fighting machine.

"Seconds out..round Three"....

"Shit ! She thought, not again" as she yanked herself up from the stool
Tracy Anvill, this beautiful blond assassin, came scurrying in again, bobbing and weaving,
her jabs so crisp and precise, snapping the Pakistani's head back on contact.

"ANVILL..ANVILL..ANVILL...ANVILL" again rang around the huge arena as the blond continued
her punishment.
Huge right came over Faatina's suspect guard and landed bang on the forehead, followed by
a peach of a shot to the face.

"Ooohhhh...Aaagghhh" the Pakistani girl moaned as a trickle of blood ran down from her nostril.

Meanwhile ringside, the large figure in the front row looked on impressively, the American
TV mogul couldn't fail to be impressed by this performance, Anvill was looking every inch the
fighter he hoped she'd be.

But back in the ring a certain Faatina Durani was coming under huge pressure once more,and
a thunderous left to the body dropped the Pakistani girl to her knees.

The count was on four as Faatina courageously got to her feet.

The referee didn't bother to ask her if she wanted to continue, the look from Faatina was
enough to tell him that she wanted to continue.

The Asian girl knew that one more knock down and her dream would be over, and as Miss
Anvill moved in again Faatina decided if she was going down then why not go down punching.

As Tracy threw a right, Faatina stepped back and thrust a great roundhouse kick to the
head,she quickly followed it up with a left..right..then another right..before attempting yet
another kick to the head.

For a brief moment the crowd were stung into silence as Tracy Anvill staggered ever so
slightly, but as Faatina attempted to throw a big right she was caught by a pounding
uppercut that physically raised the tiny Pakistani off her feet.

Anvill, for the first time in the fight snarled at Faatina, it seemed that all she'd done is anger
the blond goddess into taking more severe action, and sure enough Smack..a clubbing right
to the chin, then one..two..three..four..five..unanswered punches from the champ.
Faatina was stunned, she was hurt bad but to her enormous credit came back with a flurry
of her own.
Her punches carried none of the weight and power of Anvill's but it got the crowd on their
feet and the atmosphere in the arena was now electric.

Tracy Anvill snarling like a Lioness was showing why she was the world champion, she was
all over the plucky little Pakistani, showing off her range of punches to the watching public,
and one Man in particular.

Faatina managed to throw the last punch of the round, a rather weak and loose effort which
again seemed to anger the champion as it landed a split second after the bell.
and as the referee jumped in between them Faatina smiled through a bloodied gum shield.
That show of defiance had clearly angered Miss Anvill, and the Brit stood staring at her rival,
refusing even to sit down as her corner tried to pull her to her stool.

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Miss Durani needed no encouragement to take a seat, she dropped to her stool with a thud.
She was spent, there was nothing left in the tank and she knew she couldn't take anymore
of Tracy Anvill's power.
She was at the mercy of the British goddess and judging by the look on Anvill's face this
next round was going to be terrifying.

Rasheed told her that she had done Pakistan proud and to give it one last effort.
As Rasheed stemmed the flow of blood from her nostril and lip, Faatina tried to
suck up some more air from the stifling heat of the arena.
She struggled to her feet for what she knew would be the last time.

Ding ding..round Four...

The powerful Brit stormed out of her corner and straight away started unleashing a barrage
of punches and kicks, and for the first time in the fight the Blond started to grunt and snarl
as she bombarded the exhausted Asian girl.
The accuracy that was so telling in the previous rounds had been replaced by sheer aggression
and power. Faatina was being totally overwhelmed by the World champion and could offer
nothing in return, a left hook to the chin and a right to the head tottered the Pakistani,
the referee moved in closer almost ready to call a halt to the proceedings, and noticing
this Faatina threw one last punch, a wild right that landed flush on the temple of the champ.

Tracy Anvill staggered slightly, only slightly, and immediately threw everything at the plucky
little Asian....crack..a right..left..right..right upper..left..left..big right to the head..then
a roundhouse to the head.
Tracy Anvil was swearing and cursing at this awkward little Pakistani, she wanted her out of there, she
needed her out of there...and quickly.

All the smooth slick skills shown by the Champ earlier had gone, she needed a quick win
to impress the American audience and this awkward Pakistani girl was frustrating her beyond words.
Faatina felt such hard hard blows raining down on her and knew it was over, but a that very
second she heard a loud shriek from the British girl, and glancing up through her guard she
could see Tracy Anvill grimacing, and noticed her glancing continually to her corner.

The heavy relentless pounding had stopped and instead Miss Anvill was using her legs, kick
after kick, mixed in with the occasional left jab.

Kicking wasn't the Champion's natural game, that big right was the weapon that Faatina
feared most, and for some reason Miss Anvill suddenly seemed very reluctant to use it.
A solid left hook and kick came in, but pain was etched all over the face of the blond, and
Faatina noticed her right arm was being kept down by her side.

Miss Anvill tried to keep up the pressure on Faatina but the Pakistani's head was clearing
slightly and the Asian girl threw a nice combination of her own, Miss Anvill threw another jab
and moved backward, she actually for the first time in the fight took a step back.

Encouraged by this Faatina threw two..three..four more punches at the retreating blond.
Tracy Anvill was in real pain, and her corner were trying to scream encouragement at her but
all she could do was jab and kick.
Miss Durani knew this was her chance, and she began to open up with a wild barrage of punches, right..left..right..left..right ..left..it wasn't pretty but was having the desired affect.
She kept moving forward and began to throw her punches quicker, a lot quicker.
Right..left..right..left..right..right..left..righ t, and although she lacked a knockout punch
her attack had the British girl on the ropes.

That deafening roar was replaced by astonished gasps as she went to work pounding the
British pin-up.
Right..left..right..left..right..left..right..left , Tracy Anvill was leaning back on the ropes
her gloves held high to protect herself from this wild frenzied attack.
Faatina was cruelly landing the odd left on her opponents right glove, causing loud squeals
of pain from the stricken Champion.

"Aaawwww, Oooooohhhhhhh"

Right...left..right..left..right..left..right..rig ht..right..right..right...

Suddenly the referee dived in between the fighters, pushing Faatina away and holding a
grief stricken Tracy Anvill in his arms...........Her corner had thrown the towel in !.

It was over...Faatina Durani had won !

Faatina dropped to her knees and threw her arms in the air, one or two plastic beer cartons
landed in the ring and there were boos and some name calling from the stunned crowd,
although be it a small minority.

In the far corner of the ring Tracy Anvill was inconsolable, furious with her corner for
throwing the towel in, and cursing her luck as her trainer and doctor carefully removed
her gloves.
The Anvill camp had all noticed the empty seat in which the American TV guy had sat, and
for Tracy it was all far too much, losing her unbeaten record to an unknown understudy
was hard enough to take, but seeing her dreams of conquering the States in tatters left
her totally devastated.
This proud sexy tough Queen of the ring tried hard to fight back the tears.

In the center of the ring emotions couldn't have been greater, for this may not have been
a title fight but to Miss Durani this felt like something out of a 'Rocky' movie.
Her trainer Rasheed threw his arms around her a planted a huge kiss on her cheek as the
referee signaled both fighters to the middle of the ring.

Faatina threw her arms around Miss Anvill and smiled, but the blond was far too bitter
to acknowledge her, she was beyond consoling.
The British girl's cold reaction left a bitter taste with Faatina, and she glanced sideways
out of the corner of her eye, scanning her beaten opponent up and down as the announcer
began to speak.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the Blue corner decided to stop the fight in round four of the contest,
so please show your appreciation for the winner, from Karachi Pakistan.......
Miss Faaaaatiiinnnaaaa Duraaaanniiii.

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The little Asian girl let out a piercing scream as the muted applause filtered around the now
half empty arena.
Faatina smiling like a Cheshire cat glanced down at the large pale bare feet of her opponent,
the feet that had earlier inflicted so much pain, and those muscular legs in those shiny blue
silk shorts, complete with the Red fishnet gussets.
The big British girl was looking up toward the ceiling, eyes closed and was shaking her head
slowly in utter disbelief at her predicament.

Rasheed told Faatina he would meet her in the foyer in one hour, and told her to relax and
take a long shower, he gave her another kiss as both Women headed back to the changing
rooms.

Tracy Anvill looked heavy legged as she trudged back, her hand covering her face and
she looked like she was about to collapse, word was her hand was broken, probably
throwing those huge bombs to the head as she went for the finish.

Faatina walked into her empty changing room and glanced around at the walls, she started
to undress, taking off her wet sticky green vest and shorts, her ankle supports and breast
guard were then removed, so was her elastic band that held her jet black hair in that
tight pony-tail.
Her bra, which held her tiny dark cup-cake breasts, was un-clipped and lastly she peeled
down her soaking white panties before stepping out of them and wrapping a large bath
robe around her tiny tanned body.

But something really nagged at her, she felt somewhat short-changed by the British girl.

"She should have congratulated me at the end of the fight" she thought.

The little Pakistani then picked up her holdall, headed out of the door and made her way
into the Champions changing room.

Faatina crept in to the room and to her amazement it was empty, no trainers, family,
none of that huge entourage that accompanied Miss Anvill around, there was know one!.

A large Blue and White Holdall was all that was visible in the room, the name "Team Anvill"
written in large Red letters across it.
Faatina then heard the sound of running water coming from behind a tiled wall, steam
was bellowing out from behind it, and across the floor lay a trail of garments.

The little Pakistani girl followed the trail toward the shower, a Red, White and Blue vest,
ankle supports, Blue silk shorts and a pair of damp rolled-up Navy panties.
The sound of hot steaming water grew louder as Faatina approached, and as she turned
the corner there in front of her eyes stood "The Lady" Tracy Anvill herself.
The World Champion and Golden girl of British sport was naked, butt naked and Faatina's
jaw dropped open as she looked at on.

It wasn't only Faatina's jaw that dropped, but her robe fell to the ground as she stared
at the sight before her.

She scanned the British girl from head to toe, she couldn't help notice how strong her
legs looked, especially the backs of the legs and those firm tight round buttocks.
Miss Anvill had know idea she was being observed so intensely, the young Pakistani
girl stared wantonly at those breasts, so shapely, unlike her own flat chest.
but it was those powerful legs and buttocks that did it for her though, she just could not take
her eyes off of them.

As Miss Anvill washed the remainder of soap out of her hair, Faatina noticed how muscular her
shoulders and arms were, not huge muscles by any means but well toned and solid.
But once again her gaze returned to those legs and buttocks, she thought to herself "How on earth
did I ever beat this mighty goddess, and the pitiful sound of Miss Anvil's quiet sobs began to
stir something inside, the crying was turning her on, Faatina lowered her hand down between
her legs and began to massage herself, her fingers penetrating her clitoris, closing her eyes
and listening to this young amazon sob began to arouse her like nothing before, working her fingers in
faster and a little deeper.
Her tongue brushed her top lip and a wicked smile engulfed her face, quicker and quicker
she stroked until she could contain herself no longer.

The sound of the never before beaten, once confident, sexy blond amazon crying her heart out, had tipped
her over the edge, she craved Tracy Anvill, she wanted her so badly and she wanted her now, right now.

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Faatina Durani stepped into the showers and moved in quietly behind her unsuspected victim,
she slid right behind Miss Anvil and placed her arm around the British girls chest, grabbing
Miss Anvill's left breast.

"Ooohhhh...w..w..wh.what are y..oohhh"

Faatina pushed her crotch in tight against Tracy's buttocks and slid her left hand over the top
of her thigh and in between the British girls legs.

There was a brief and weak struggle, but to Faatina's amazement a very very timid struggle, there seemed
to be little if any fight left in her victim and Faatina couldn't believe it, she just
could not believe it, and she began to take full advantage.

The little Pakistani girl pulled Miss Anvill in tighter, wrapping her left leg around that of Tracy's and
rubbing her small dark foot against her captives larger pale foot.

Faatina nuzzled her face into Tracy's neck and began kissing the blond, gently kissing and
nibbling away at the neck and shoulder.

Miss Anvill began to sob a little louder as Faatina's fingers penetrated further, the sound of the increased
sobbing made Faatina rub her foot harder against the legs and feet of the young British Lady.

"Ssscchhuusshh...shhuushhh..quiet." Whispered Faatina, but really she wanted Tracy to cry even louder.

Faatina pushed herself in even tighter against those firm buttocks, and gripped her breast harder, rubbing
her thumb hard over Miss Anvill's nipple.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhh..Oooooohhhhh" Came high pitched howls from the sobbing blond, as the
fingers probed deeper and deeper.

Faatina bit the neck and nibbled the blond's ear loab, her hips were thrusting into those buttocks with force now.

"Ooohhh yessssss...ohhhh yessss...fucking..yeessss..yessss..Ooohh" Faatina whispered into Tracy's ear.

The sobbing got louder still, as the thrusting got harder.
Faatina's foot climbed higher, right up to the knee of her captive and was pressed down tighter
on the leg and foot of the blond.

"Yeeasssss..yessssss...ooooohhhhhh..fucking..yeeaa s sssss " The thrusting intensified.

Tracy Anvill was sobbing uncontrollably now, her cries echoing around the shower walls, and the louder the
crying the more Faatina banged, a slapping noise could be heard as the belly and thighs made contact with
the buttocks of the sexy blond.

Miss Durani squeezed hard on the British girls breasts, digging her nails in deep as she squeezed
and squeezed, harder and harder.
Faatina then grabbed Tracy by the hair, tugging really hard at the wet locks, pulling her
head back and then forcing her head forward.

In her strong Pakistani accent she shouted: "On the floor bitch, down..down..down..on the fucking floor"

Again there was no struggle from the blond amazon, as Faatina pushed her face down onto the cold marble floor.

"No..on your back, on your fucking back..on your fucking back bitch !"

Tracy Anvill rolled sideways onto her back as the small Pakistani lowered herself on top.

Using her feet Faatina pushed Tracy's ankles far apart, as far apart as possible, then Faatina slide her
toes in between those of Miss Anvill, locking toes together tightly, real tightly.

The rampant Pakistani girl then did the same with the hands, pushing her arms out wide apart
and then locking both sets of fingers together tightly, the scream was piercing as Faatina
purposely squeezed the blond's fingers on her broken right hand.
Tracy Anvill was being spread eagled, arms and legs as wide as they could possibly go.

Faatina began to slide up and down on Tracy's outstretched body, her small dark breasts
pushing down hard on the much larger pale breasts of the British Lady, her eyes closed tight
and a the most wicked smile etched across her face.

She began to lick the cheeks of her fallen prey, the taste of the salty tears and the quiet whimpering of
the British Woman made her slide up and down even faster, all the time pressing even harder against her victim.


"Ohh I have you now,..I fucking have you..Bitch !, I've caught you in a Pakistani pin." she
shouted tauntingly into Tracy's ear.

Faatina was wriggling like an eel over the fallen blond goddess, then releasing her grip on
Tracy's left hand, the Pakistani slipped her own right hand down between Miss Anvill's
buttocks, still however, squeezing hard on her victims injured right hand.

Faatina had stopped shouting now and was instead whispering filth into her sobbing
prisoners ear.
Her small dark fingers again penetrating the British girl.

"Why didn't you congratulate me, you stinking filthy whore ?"

The once mighty Tracy Anvill sobbed her heart out as her little tormentor fingered her deeper.

"I'm going to teach you some manners, you British whore"

Faatina gave Tracy's hand one final squeeze and then grabbed a handful of the blonde's wet
hair, clutching at it tightly as her other hand continued probing away below.

In her strong Pakistani accent Miss Durani continued to tease, whispering quietly, cruelly.

"Beg my Blond Goddess...BEG ! yes, that's right cry, come on cry your heart out for me, my powerful darling"

The World W.F.B.A. Champion began to beg her tormentor to stop with her wicked torture.

"Oooohhhh Please..no more..n..n..n..o.o...m.more..please..p.p.pl.eease. n.no.m.more. s..stop it"

"Yes..yes..yes..beg..beg..fucking beg my love..beg..BEG"

"I..I..b.b.be.beg..I.beg...stop...please..s.s.top. i t...stop...i..i..it."

The little torturess tugged harder on Tracy's hair and her fingers moved deeper and faster.
Still she wriggled away on top, licking, nibbling and kissing her helpless prey.

"Say..I belong to miss Durani...say it...say it..my love"

In a high pitched squeal the blubbering British babe answered her captor.

"I..I..be..belong to M.M.M.M..Miss..D.D.Dur..r.r.ran.n.niiiii..."

Faatina screwed her eyes shut, clenched the blonde's hair as tight as she could and thrust
herself over Tracy's body, hard slow thrusts, grunting loudly as she started to climax.
The little Asian could hear Miss Anvill still screaming and sobbing that 'she belonged to Miss Durani',
and Faatina could take no more, for she suddenly let out a high pitched scream and she climaxed
on top of the conquered Brit.

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It was all over, she relaxed her grip on Miss Anvill's hair and slowly withdrew her fingers from
inside the Blonde's body.
The victorious Pakistani lay there panting for a further five minutes, gently kissing the shoulders
and breasts of her conquered prey, both bodies almost stuck together with sweat.

Tracy Anvil lay there sobbing and shaking, one hand covering her face and the other covering
her penetrated Womanhood.

The tiny Pakistani slowly rose to her feet and stared down at her blubbering layed out rival.
She then placed her right foot over the face of British girl and rubbed the tiny wet sole of her
foot over Miss Anvill's face.

Faatina rubbed the wet sole of her foot back and forth Miss Anvill's face, the blond's nose
reacting like rubber, bending one way then the other as the Pakistani pressed harder.

"Two defeats in one evening, my...how does that feel Lady, tell me....how does it feel ?"

Faatina continued rubbing her foot hard in the face of 'The Lady' for a further few seconds, before
stepping into the shower, and rinsing the sweat off her tired but contented body.

Faatina Durani gave one further kick to the stricken blond and then stood hands on
hips, looking down and shaking her head in utter disbelief at what she'd accomplished.

Faatina stepped over the sobbing Brit and wrapping her robe around her she said :

"I may not be returning home with your belt but I've taken a far greater trophy than that'
haven't I bitch, .....I have taken YOU" !