Three way Part 2
By Joebur68

( The story so far- a three way battle between Amazonian Latino Reena, slim athletic Brit Jakki and stocky powerhouse Kriss has seen all three dish out and endure damage.)
Wincing, Jakki pulled herself up with the aid of the ropes. The red mark on her sternum from Reena’s elbow drop had started to fade and, although her knee throbbed where the Latino had savagely bent it, the feeling was slowly returning. Gritting her teeth against the discomfort, she turned back toward the centre of the ring……. to come face to face with an enraged Kriss, who glowered at the Brit, clearly fixed on avenging the punt between the legs followed by the brutal DDT she had suffered. Instinctively, Jakki smashed a forearm into the upper chest of the black-clad pawg. She may as well have hit a brick wall! The stocky powerhouse didn’t even flinch. Turning tail, Jakki tried to run but too late. Kriss grabbed at her, catching the back of her singlet. With surprising ease, the entire garment ripped all the way down, exposing the English girl’s gorgeous smooth buttocks! Shocked, she turned to swear at Kriss only to be caught be a stinging reverse knife-edge chop across her upper chest. Her mouth formed into an ‘oh’ of soundless agony as her hands leaped to target zone. Kriss hadn’t finished with her yet, though. Brutally ripping the front of the torn singlet down, Kriss stripped Jakki’s entire torso before grabbing her by the throat with one hand and lifting the panicking woman up on her tiptoes. Eyes bulging, Jakki grasped at Kriss’ wrist with both hands, leaving herself vunerable. Inevitably, Kriss’ other hand latched onto Jakki’s exposed pussy. Squealing, Jakki seemed to be running on the spot, unable to escape either hold. “Let’s see how you like some pussy pain,” Kriss snarled into her face, tightening both grips. Jakki could only gasp as her airways were further constricted but also her mound was penetrated by Kriss middle finger, her clit stud brushing the palm of the clawing hand. A further squeeze produced another squeal before Kriss demonstrated her awesome physical strength. Releasing Jakki’s throat, she draped her hand over the Brit’s shoulder while sliding her forearm further between her legs. Scooping Jakki up and inverting her, Kriss slammed her down into the centre of the ring. Bouncing off the mat, Jakki’s back arched in agony as her hands reached imploringly into thin air. With vicious intent, Kriss stalked the stricken catfighter. Grabbing Jakki’s ankles, Kriss lifted her legs vertically, stepping her right leg through and over the Brit’s left thigh before crossing the trapped woman’s ankles. She paused to glance across at Reena, preparing herself to defend against any blindside attack. But Reena had no intention of interfering. She was sat on the middle turnbuckle of the opposite post, stretching out her hamstrings and enjoying the respite. Also she wanted to watch what was about to happen. Whatever Kriss had planned, Jakki certainly had it coming. Holding up her hands to signal that she was sitting this one out, Reena settled back to watch the show.
Hooking the crossed ankles with her right hand, Kriss began to pivot on her right foot, forcing the struggling Jakki onto her front. Her interest peeked, Reena lent forward, keen to see the pawg powerhouse execute a sharpshooter. However, once Jakki was flat on her front, Kriss twisted back to the left, Jakki’s crossed ankles now resting on the top of the powerhouse’s thick, muscular thigh. Crouching slightly, Kriss released her grip on the ankles, which were now pinned between her legs and stomach, and reached down. Frantically, Jakki was stretching her arms forward, trying to find a finger hold on the smooth canvas to help pull her away from the danger but it was no use. Grabbing the freshly-freed skin above Jakki’s hips, Kriss pinched hard. With a cry, the Brit’s arms pulled themselves back by reflex into the waiting hands of her tormentor. With the wrists firmly grasped, Kriss began to pull. Slowly, inexorably, Jakki was lifted from the mat, her whole body weight being sustained by her straining shoulders. Grimly, Kriss pulled, raising the English woman parallel to the canvas. Jakki’s eyes were wide in agony as her shoulders were wrenched further back while gravity tried to pull her body downwards. From her resting position, Reena had the perfect view. The anguish clearly etched across Jakki’s face, the tendons of her neck and shoulders clearly defined, her small, pert breasts jutting forwards, the sinews of her pectoral muscles between her slight cleavage evident. Gritting her teeth, Kriss pulled back further, bowing the Brit’s back savagely before reversing the pressure and plunging the entangled catfighter face and chest first into the mat. A guttural moan escaped the Brit’s lips as she hit the floor, rolling as best she could to try and get to safety. Satisfied that the English rose was dealt with for the moment, Kriss turned to the corner where Reena reclined and beckoned her forward. Straightening up, Reena approached.
While Kriss had brutalised Jakki, Reena had been resting, taking the chance to recuperate. Surely her freshness would be decisive in the initial coming together? However, Kriss had other ideas. As the two fighters closed in, the smaller, black clad dominator sprang forward and to the side, driving a rising knee into the Amazonian beauty’s stomach. Winded, Reena staggered forward two steps before collapsing to all fours. As she tried to suck in air with shuddering gasps, Reena’s view of the mat directly below her was interrupted by the sight of Kriss’ feet sliding into view from in front of her. “ Oh da…….ahhhhhh!!!” Reena’s oath was cut off by a cry of discomfort as she was pulled back to her feet by the hair. With remarkable ease, the smaller, stockier woman scooped up the large amazon off the floor, holding Reena parallel to the canvas across her thick, muscular chest. Fearing the worst, Reena tensed, ready for whatever impact was coming. It was of little help. With a loud grunt, the black clad pawg dropped to her right knee while her left stayed at a right angle which Reena’s fleshy midriff crashed into. Reena’s cry of pain at the impact quickly changed into a series of of anguished gasps as Kriss held her across the outstretched knee. Her expression set in fierce determination, the pawg began to push Reena’s chin away from her, stretching the Latino Lovely’s neck to its full extend while simultaneously pushing down on the top of her thigh. Once more, Reena’s back was being arched to its extreme. Her left arm dangled helplessly while her right grasped for a hold on her tormentor. As her hand found purchase on the pawg’s sweat soaked hair, its hold was instantly broken as Kriss pushed down again with renewed ferocity. Reena’s head was now mere inches from the mat, her enormous breasts falling up her body, threatening to engulf her own face ! Kriss’ other hand held her leg firmly, her fingers slipping into the crease of skin at the top of Reena’s thigh, her thumb resting on the waxed skin at side of the crotch of her singlet. The hold was certainly trying to live up to its name as Reena was sure her back was on the point of breaking. “ Submit, Reena! Go on! Say it!” growled Kriss, the muscles in her arms clearly pronounced as she pushed down. In desperation, Reena tried to grab at anything with her dangling left arm. As luck would have it, her fingers brushed against Kriss’ standing ankle. Grasping at the opportunity, Reena dug her finger nails in and pulled. The force of this was enough to destabilise Kriss’ base, who lost her balance and her hold. Crashing in a heap onto the canvas, Reena’s face contorted in agony as her back screamed in resentment to the punishment it had suffered. But there was to be no respite.
Again, another handful of hair was clutched and used to lift her. Spinning Reena to face her, Kriss wrapped her powerful arms around her torso, lifted her clear off the ground and began to squeeze. Instinctively, Reena tried to lean back from the bear hug and force her hands into the space between their bodies. However, the powerhouse just increased the pressure, grinding the spine relentlessly. Again, Reena resisted. Raising her hands, she aimed to push the pawgs head backwards to give her some breathing space. However, once more Kriss anticipated this move and bumped Reena higher in her grasp, her head now level with Reena’s sternum. As the pressure began to tell, Reena was becoming increasingly limp, her arms drooping by her side and she was beginning to fall backwards in the pawgs death-grip. There was one chance. A chance to use her God-given assets. Rather than try and force herself away from Kriss, Reena wrapped her arms around the stocky grappler’s head and pulled her into her body. Kriss was consumed by the bountiful chest of the Latino- the hot, sweat drenched flesh enveloping her head completely. As Reena pulled Kriss closer, it seemed to the pawg that Reena’s boobs were filling her mouth and nose, preventing any intake of oxygen. Both women now began to try to crush the other for all they were worth. Gritting her teeth against the grinding torment of Kriss’ wrists into her back, Reena shifted herself fractionally, burying the pawg’s face deeper into her soft flesh of her heaving bosoms. For Kriss, there seemed to be no escape from the pillowy skin that surrounded her. Every attempt at a breath was foiled by a mouthful of perspiration and skin. Inevitably, the lack of oxygen started to tell. Reena felt the vice-like grip around her midriff slacken as the powerhouse began to wilt. Wrapping her arms even tighter, she pulled the black-clad brawler as close to her tits as possible, the press of nose, mouth and chin uncomfortable but necessary. Now, to try and incapacitate her completely.
Taking a chance, Reena released Kriss’ head from her cavernous cleavage. Disorientated from lack of oxygen, the powerhouse staggered to try and retain her balance. Quickly, Reena darted behind the pawg, wrapped her arms around the thick midriff of the fighter and lifted her off the mat. Feebly kicking her legs had no effect as Kriss found herself hoisted off the ground. Having lifted Kriss as high as possible, Reena swung her back down, her knee crashing into the descending coccyx. With a howl, Kriss bumped down onto her well-padded ass, ripe for the picking. Stalking her prey, Reena sank her fingers into Kriss’ fleshy shoulders. She had a plan. Kriss had relied heavily on power moves that involved lifting. So, remove her ability to do that and maybe…… Knee after knee after knee crashed into the black clad brawler’s back as Reena systematically began to soften up this tough as nails woman, each strike producing a loud gasp and arching of the shoulder blades. Just what Reena wanted. After the fifth knee strike, she wedged it straight between Kriss’ shoulders while grabbing an arm in each hand and pulling back. Grunting with the exertion, Kriss tried to resist but her arms were relentlessly being pulled back, further and further against the rotation limits of her shoulder. “No…no….no…” she grunted over and over, beads of sweat spraying as she shook her head in pointless struggle. Determinedly, Reena cranked the pressure further, her huge tits pushed together and lifted by her tensed arms. Her next move probably wasn’t advisable when there’s more than one opponent to consider but she was lost in the moment and it was something she was desperate to achieve. Dropping to her ass but keeping hold of the wrists, she scooted forward so her legs encircled Kriss’ thick hips and her crotch nestled against Kriss’ lower back. Then, leaning backwards, she lifted her thick muscular legs, wrapping them around the outside of the trapped fighter’s upper arms before crossing and locking her ankles behind Kriss’ neck. It was a beautifully executed lotus lock. Reena couldn’t supress the smile of satisfaction as she lent flat on her back, pulling the wrists while pushing the head and neck down.
The hours of gym work seemed irrelevant to Kriss at the moment. She was in agony. Her shoulders felt like they were being ripped by knives and the tendons in her neck were being tortured by the feet of this bitch. In frustration, she kicked at the mat, trying to get purchase enough to try and break the hold but, so far, no use. Panting hard, she managed to raise her gaze. “Oh shit!” she breathed. Jakki was back on her feet, clearly smarting from the body slam and PTO combination and with fire in her eyes. The Brit stalked across the ring, shedding the tattered remnants of her outfit and stood, naked, between Kriss’ convulsing thighs. No playful, smart ass banter now. She was out to hurt!
Like a stone, Jakki dropped to her knees, instantly widening the gap between Kriss’ thighs. Sadistically, the Brit grasped a handful of sweat-drenched inner thigh in each hand and pushed, widening the gap further. More pain!!! Kriss could barely hold back crying out and yet she knew this wasn’t the end of it. Wedging her knees into the flesh, Jakki’s hands were now free. As a natural exhibitionist, she had no problem about being naked but on her own terms. Time to repay the favour. Both hands gripped the neck line of Kriss’ black one piece and pulled. The garment ripped from throat to crotch, exposing Kriss’ straining body, her well-defined abs writhing as she tried to escape, a prominent bush of black pubic hair sticking through the bottom of the tear. But it was her breasts that Jakki was interested in. Use of the chest press had built up a solid mass of pectoral muscle behind the fatty breast tissue, effectively almost flattening them out.“ Keep hold of her, Reena,” she snapped. Reena had no wish to partner with Jakki ( there was still an awful lot of unfinished business there) but knew it made sense to remove Kriss as a threat. Gripping the wrists harder, Reena continued to recline.
Jakki reached forward and pushed Kriss’ chin up. As their eyes locked, Jakki flashed her a smile before swiftly, nastily raking both hands down the exposed tits of the trapped woman. Jaw grimly clenched, a stifled scream barely escaped from Kriss, her eyes blazing. Holding her gaze, Jakki repeated the action, red finger marks clearly evident on the flesh. Deep, grunting breaths exploded from the stocky fighter as she began to struggle again. “Hold her!” snapped Jakki again, shifting onto her ass but pushing the thighs slightly wider with her hands. Grinding her teeth, Kriss’ eyes screwed up in agony. “No, don’t close your eyes now, Kriss,” demanded Jakki, the cockiness reaffirming itself. “Seeing as you enjoyed holding my pussy, I thought you’d like to get up close and personal.” Rocking back and bracing herself using the powerhouse’s stretched thighs, Jakki snaked her long, slender legs up Kriss’ chest and over the front of the shoulders, her ankles emerging into Reena’s line of vision as they brushed over her crossed feet. The legs kept going – the calves, the knees, the lower thighs. What was Jakki doing?
Jakki had pushed her legs so high, only her shoulders and head rested on the mat. Her lower back was pressed tight against the recently-stripped pawg’s torso but, more importantly, her stubbled pussy was just below the chin of the ensnared woman. Stretching to reach, Jakki grabbed handful of Kriss’ plastered hair, lifted the head fractionally and then pulled it down, Kriss’s mouth and nose swallowed by the waiting pussy lips. Instantly, Jakki crossed her legs just below the knees, her thighs crushing Kriss’ striken head, pulling her face deeper into the pussy…
Kriss knew this could be it. Everything screamed in despair and pain. Her shoulders, her back and neck, her hamstring and tendons in her leg and now she was being smothered by the hot, salty musk of this Brit bitch’s bush! For the second time in as many minutes, she was being suffocated. Everytime she tried to breath, the air made her gag and the feel of Jakki’s labia on her own mouth was so humiliating. The lack of air added to the overwhelming pain was proving too much. Gradually, the fight in her began to evaporate.
Jakki could feel the weight of Kriss’s head increase on her crotch. That muscle bound slag was fading fast! Squeezing even tighter, Jakki grinned. Put Kriss out and she would be the winner.
Reena could feel Kriss’ arms stop pulling against the lotus lock and were actually starting to drop. Was she out? With a start, Reena realised that this was the last thing she needed. If Kriss was unconscious, Jakki would claim victory, the match would be over and Reena wouldn’t get her chance for payback. Reluctantly, she released the increasingly limp wrists, uncrossed her ankles and pushed Kriss to the side.
The pressure in the arms and shoulders had stopped! Kriss could move –not much but just enough. The inverted face smother was still locked in but there might a chance. All she had the energy to do was fall to her side.
Kriss’ sudden shift to the side caught Jakki unawares. As the depleted powerhouse toppled to her side, Jakki couldn’t maintain the scissors and winced as her still-tender knee bounced off the mat. Angrily, she pushed herself up, rising to her feet.
Desperate for time to recuperate, Kriss could only roll towards the ring apron, hoping that the other two wouldn’t continue their team work.
Reena and Jakki stood nose to nose, head to head in the ring, both glaring daggers at each other. Jakki shoved the amazon. “What the fuck? Why’d you let go? She was out!” Almost snorting in fury, Reena shoved the slighter woman back, making her stagger back towards the ropes. “And let you claim the win? Have to listen to you crowing on about how great you are? No way.” A sly smile spread across Jakki’s face. “Is this because I never called you? Didn’t keep in contact?” The silent glare was all she needed. She clapped in malicious glee. “It is! It is!! Oh, honey – what did you think was going to happen?” Slowly, she began to circle Reena, who kept herself central in the ring. “Did you think we were going to be a couple? Go out on dates? Move in together?” Jakki taunted, her eyes flicking to the collapsed, quivering Kriss, who was facedown under the ropes – good, no threat there. “You silly cow! I beat you, I fucked you! ‘To the victor go the spoils’. You were a prize, Reena. A bit of post-victory fun. There was never any future in it. And, to be honest…” she shrugged her shoulders. “You weren’t much good!” “Why, you……!” blurted out Reena, enraged but Jakki cut her off. “Yeah- after you left, I had to finish myself off. Guess you weren’t woman enough for the challenge. Just like in the fight.” Her eyes burning into the arrogant English woman, Reena grabbed the rip in her own singlet and pulled it further, the material opening all the way down her body. Shaking her shoulders, she let the ruined garment pool at her feet before stepping clear of it. Now both women were naked. The voluptuous curves of Reena a direct opposite of the more streamlined Brit’s body. Streaks of sweat meandered over the heaving breasts, slight tummy and shaved pussy of the Latino while the shine of perspiration gave Jakki’s pale, alabaster skin an almost ethereal glow, extenuating her pert tits and flat stomach, a little glint of a stud evident from between her lower lips. As if at the signal of an unheard bell, both women charged……….

To be concluded