Emma sat up and straddled her smaller opponent, smiling at her handiwork, as she knew all too well what it was like to be on the receiving end of a brutal stranglehold. Better you than me, blondie, thought the British brunette with a wry smile. Standing up, she looked down upon the American’s unconscious form, savoring her quick victory, before reaching down and grasping Dina by the ankles, as she began dragging the blonde along the carpet to the staircase that led upstairs ...

Dina was about 5-2, perhaps 100 lbs. if soaking wet, and in her late 20s. She was cute with short, tight, curly blond hair, and an athletic body ensconced in a royal blue bikini. Emma was 5-5, 110 lbs., age 29 with black hair, and a strong yet feminine shape wrapped in a brown bikini. After meeting online, they had arranged a no holds barred bout at Dina’s home across the pond - and Emma had won handily, fastening her strong hands about Dina’s slender neck and squeezing the breath from the blonde in less than two minutes. Emma had then decided to drag the other girl upstairs to enjoy even more fun with her hapless victim, unaware that even now Dina was starting to stir behind her.

The blonde looked up with weary eyes as the carpeted stairs scraped against the smooth skin of her back, and to her credit she did not moan or make any other sound that would have informed her opponent that she was less than helpless. The blonde’s superb conditioning had snapped her almost fully back to attention, her years of playing various sports and participating in marathons and other endurance contests having helped her almost immediately overcome the shock of being strangled unconscious, but she had to wait to play her hand. Wait until Emma got her all the way upstairs and got ready to assault her again before she made her first move and struck back against the brunette.

The long ride upstairs finally ended as Emma dragged Dina off of the small landing and into the spacious bedroom on the right before dropping the blonde unceremoniously by the blue-covered queen-size bed. Dina lay there just playing possum, eyes nearly shut but imperceptibly trained upon her enemy, who still showed no sign of detecting Dina’s ruse. The brunette smiled as she looked down upon the beaten blonde, hands set mockingly on her wide hips as she addressed her seemingly-unconscious prey.

"Well, that was fun,” she leered, two rows of wide white teeth standing out from beneath her curled pink lips. “Now I think I’ll slap you awake and humiliate you some more.”

She bent over and began to reach down towards Dina - who responded by slamming the soles of her bare feet upwards into the brunette’s unprepared gut. Emma gasped in shock and agony as she tumbled backwards, slamming hard on her back against the sand-colored carpeted floor, just as Dina quickly scrambled to her feet and stood over her surprised foe.

“How do you like that, you limey bitch?” snapped Dina, fury burning in her pretty blue eyes. Surprisingly, Emma managed to smile, albeit painfully, as she pressed her hands into her wounded stomach.

“Tricky little bitch,” she sneered, breathing shallowly. “Well, you’ll certainly pay for that,” she added as she tried to sit up.

“Other way around, bitch!” snapped the blonde, and then she dropped down hard onto Emma’s chest with both knees. Emma gasped again before Dina began slapping her enemy across the face, back and forth, with her right hand. Emma rolled with the blows, moaning softly as Dina’s palm cracked across her cheeks, before reaching up and clamping one hand about Dina’s jaw and mouth and pushing up hard.

Dina grunted herself Emma’s counterattack, the brunette’s grip unbelievably strong, but the blonde managed to rear back and get her hands underneath Emma’s knees before lifting the brunette’s athletic legs up into the air, Dina trying to tear those knees apart. Emma howled as she felt her knees twisting and stretching within, the blonde lifting those legs higher and higher as she now gripped Emma’s ankles, but the brunette wasn’t nearly finished yet.

Emma pulled her hand off of Dina’s face and then reached up with both hands to tear the blonde’s top off in one motion, freeing the blonde’s breasts. Emma then reached up again to clamp both hands down hard on those bare breasts and begin squeezing them as savagely as she could. Dina shrieked in anguish as Emma began to crush her chest, and she dropped Emma’s legs to clutch at the brunette’s wrists, trying to pry those powerful hands from her breasts. She gave up after about ten seconds, the brunette’s fingers digging harder and harder into the blonde’s soft white flesh, before Dina reached down to shred Emma’s brown bikini top and respond in kind, the blonde’s greedy fingers now clawing the brunette’s ample chest just as cruelly.

The screams of both women mixed in the stale, static air of the second-story bedroom, neither beauty willing to relinquish her grip but neither able to take control of the fight. Dina managed to roll atop Emma and straddle her, keeping the brunette from catching her about the waist in a two-legged scissors hold, but still the two battlers remained stalemated.

Dina leaned over as she bore down with all her strength, fingers absolutely crushing Emma’s soft yet form mounds and short nails anchoring into the pliable flesh, the blonde going all out to win now. Her determination was apparent in her gritted teeth and nearly-closed eyes - eyes which opened wide as Emma broke off her double breast squeeze to reach up and squeeze her powerful hands once more about Dina’s vulnerable throat. Dina gasped in surprise as Emma’s thumbs pressed into her windpipe, and moments later began coughing horribly as the brunette began barehandedly strangling the blonde as before.

“Now I’m afraid I’ll just have to choke the life from you,” chided the British battler. She grinned as she worked her strong hands expertly around the blonde’s neck, Dina now futilely clutching Emma’s wrists as the British brunette began rolling to her left, ready to settle her full weight atop the American blonde and finish her off for good in a crushing choke.

The plan was approaching fruition, with Dina now on her right side and fading fast as she still struggled against Emma’s grip, when suddenly the blonde shot out with both her shapely legs and clamped them tight around Emma’s unprotected neck. Dina locked her ankles together to increase the pressure in her last-ditch effort to not only win, but survive.

Now it was the brunette’s turn to gasp in shock and awe, with the British beauty quickly relinquishing her lethal grip to beat at the blonde’s calves with her balled-up fists in a frantic effort to escape. Dina simply kept squeezing, generating power from her trim hips and interlocked ankles as she rocked her topless form to and fro on the carpeted floor, her athletic arms wrapped over and under Emma’s strong legs to keep her entrapped.

The blonde kept squeezing - and squeezing - with all her flagging strength as Emma’s attractive face began to turn red, then blue, then finally to purple as her breathing was completely cut off, her pink tongue lolling out of her dry mouth and her brown eyes fading as she began to finally go under, her anguished journey ending mere moments later as she sprawled akimbo on the carpeted surface and was still. Dina held on for another half-minute or so, relishing her dominance while also ensuring her revenge, before she felt fulfilled. She unlocked her ankles and climbed off of her completely prone victim, to stand over Emma triumphantly despite her own fatigue.

"How was that, you British bitch?" she managed to get out between ragged breaths. "Not bad for an American blonde, huh?"

Dina then stared down at Emma’s unconscious, topless form with a smile of pure satisfaction, hands on her own hips and bare breasts rising and falling as Dina inhaled and exhaled deeply, exhausted from her own efforts but heady with her newly-won triumph. She mused over the thought of slapping Emma awake and challenging the brunette into fighting her in a tie-breaking bout, perhaps even fully nude - but for a short while, at least, the blonde battler would simply enjoy her success.

END