Three way
Part 3
By Joebur68

( The story so far- a three way battle has taken its toll- Kriss is incapacitated through a joint lotus lock and pussy smother combination while the injury-carrying pair of Jakki and Reena look to finish the other off)
Screaming at each other, the two enraged catfighters collided in the centre of the ring, both grabbing at the others hair, trying to kick and knee their opponent. Reena’s superior weight and height advantage quickly told as she threw Jakki to the mat, falling with her and laying on top, her naked curves almost engulfing the entirety of the slighter woman. But the Brit fighter was nowhere near ready to be beaten. Quickly, she wrapped her sinewy legs around Reena’s voluptuous hips, crossed her feet over the Latino’s huge, round ass and began to squeeze. Pushing her knees forward, Reena was able to arch herself backwards from Jakki’s body but it didn’t lesson the pain. She knew to her cost from their last match how adept Jakki was with her legs and how crushing they could be. But the pain!!! So much of her ached already that this extra torture may prove too much and she noticeably winced and grimaced as Jakki tensed her thighs again.
Jakki continued to squeeze. She needed to get this match finished and quick. She was near exhaustion, Reena was determined to hurt her for her past indiscretions and it was only a matter of time until Kriss re-entered the fight. As Reena arched back, her hands covering her face in agony, Jakki aimed for the obvious and often visited target- Reena’s massive breasts. Maliciously, the Brit sank her nails in deep, twisting, tearing and clawing at the hot, malleable flesh “Haaaarrrrggggggghhhh!” Reena’s scream was reverberated around the padded basement. Forcing open her eyes, she glared down at the laughing Jakki. A surge of hate revived her momentarily, giving the energy she needed to send a powerful punch straight into Jakki’s unguarded stomach. A low grunt gushed from Jakki as she was winded, her hands dropping from Reena’s increasingly marked boobs. The punch had taken every ounce of strength that Reena had and she was still trapped in the scissor hold. Time to let gravity help. Reena allowed herself to collapse forward, straight on top of the unprepared Jakki.
At the last second, the Brit managed to turn her head as the heavy torso crashed down on top of her, preventing her nose from being broken but her neck wrenched nastily as the right side of her face was mashed into the mat. Realising that holding the scissors was as damaging to her as Reena, she relinquished the lock, using her now-loose legs to unleash several knee strikes into Reena’s love-handles in order to force the amazon off of her. Reena duly obliged, rolling onto the mat with a groan. Both exhausted fighters lay momentarily prone, trying to summon the reserves of energy to continue.
From across the ring, Kriss was still recovering. Woozy from the smother, she lay watching the match unfold. Once one of them was no longer a threat, then she’d strike.
Grunting with the effort, Reena tried to roll onto her front, the pain in her sides just adding to the overall agony that her body was wracked with. But, before she could, all the wind was knocked from her again as Jakki dropped butt first onto her stomach. Quickly, the Brit shuffled forward, her knees pinning Reena’s arms to the floor. Sitting on top of Reena’s tits, Jakki stared down at her prisoner. “Do you remember our last match, Reena? Do you remember afterwards, when you ate me out? You said how much you loved it. Would you like another taste?” she trilled, clasping Reena’s wrists with her hands before shifting her butt to allow her to extend her long, slender but muscular legs either side of the struggling amazons head. Slowly, savouring Reena’s futile resistance, Jakki began to bring her legs together, forcing the Latino’s head up between her thighs. Reena’s chin rested against the thin strip of hair that covered Jakki’s pussy. “C’mon, Reena. You couldn’t get enough of my quim last time!” To emphasise her point, Jakki bumped her ass upwards, her pussy lips brushing over Reena’s firmly clamped-shut mouth. Determined not to give Jakki the satisfaction, Reena shook her head to avoid further contact. “Let’s see if we can get even closer, shall we?” snarled Jakki. In a quick, fluid movement, she brought her knees up towards herself and pressed the flats of her feet into either side of Reena’s straining throat. Sadistically, she began to push the feet together, digging into the muscles and arteries. The knees apart pose opened her pussy lips, inches from Reena’s face. “Have another taste, Reena!” laughed Jakki, releasing her grip on the amazon’s left wrist to grab her hair and pull her head forward towards the pink, glistening skin of her open snatch. As her mouth touched the labia, Reena was able to use her freed hand to push Jakki off. The Brit simply rolled through, back onto all fours and stood up again, stalking the statuesque catfighter who was crawling towards the corner turnbuckles to try and pull herself up. Grabbing hold of Reena’s voluptuous hips, Jakki dropped to her knees behind her. “Ohh, look at this ass – it’s so massive. God, I just want to….” Her voice tailed off as she thrust herself against Reena’s gorgeous, round ass cheeks, a wet slap resonating with every clash with Jakki’s pelvis. “I’m going to have to get my strap on from upstairs,” Jakki sighed mockingly before swiping her right hand between Reena’s legs, her middle finger passing into the pussy. “Hmmm- nice and wet. No lube necessary!” In fury, Reena twisted to swipe at the Brit, who scooted out of range and leaped back to her feet. As Reena continued her crawl to the ropes to haul herself up, Jakki contemptuously placed her foot onto the Latino’s huge butt and pushed, sending her face first into the bottom turnbuckle. As Reena turned to face her, she was pinned back against the pad by the Brit’s foot. Grasping the top rope with her left hand to help brace herself, Jakki slowly, deliberately slipped her right middle finger into her mouth and closed her eye in mock ecstasy. “Hmmmm- delicious. Just like last time. Time for you to taste me again!” and with that, she grabbed the top rope with her right hand, leapt up and swung herself into a bronco buster. Reena managed to avert the humiliation of a face full of pussy by turning her head but the wet, hot feel of the Brit’s mound, coupled with the clit stud, pressing into her cheek was repellent. Not letting up, Jakki began grinding her crotch against Reena’s face, adding to the humiliation with faux-porn film style groaning. Seething with rage, Reena’s only course of action was to try and bite at Jakki’s inner thigh but she needn’t have bothered as the Brit suddenly dismounted and backed off towards the centre of the ring, keeping her eyes locked on the Amazon. With steely determination, Reena dragged herself up in the corner, her iron grip on the top rope the only thing keeping her on her feet. Jakki stood with her hands on her hips. “I love playing with you Reena,” she leered. “You’re great for trying new moves on. I hope you enjoy this one.” Taking three quick bounds forward, Jakki flipped herself into a handstand immediately in front of the panting Reena so that her back and ass crashed into the wilting Latino before wrapping her legs around her neck. This was a massive mistake and was about to have consequences.
Whether it was fatigue, pain or just one insult too far, something snapped in Reena at that moment. Rather than try to prise Jakki loose, Reena wrapped her arms around the inverted taut abs of the Brit. A surge of hate-fuelled adrenaline helped her to stand straight, her chin resting onto Jakki’s pussy. All bravado and over-confidence evaporated from the Brit instantly as she tried to escape from the hold. She knew what was coming. “Oh Christ… please….don’t....please…!” “Too late for that, Jakki. Should learn to keep your fat mouth shut!” snarled Reena, keeping her foe literally hanging. Eyes blazing with nasty intent, Reena was aware of Jakki’s pitiful pleas from between her thighs but had had enough. “Fuck you, Jakki!”Reena snapped, staggering forward three steps before dropping heavily to her knees, piledriving the terrified Jakki into the waiting mat. The impact of skull to canvas was enough for the naked body of Jakki to remain inverted for a split second before crashing down flat onto the ring floor, crumpling into a heap next to the ropes. As Reena turned to look, she saw Jakki twitching , clearly out of it. However, there was still Kriss to deal with.
Pulling herself to her feet in the opposite corner of the ring, Kriss had goggled at the ferocity of Reena’s dispatching of Jakki. This was it then- a showdown between the two powerhouses. Staggering slightly, she began to close the gap between them. Reena had seen her coming and limped forward, the adrenaline of the piledriver giving way to the numerous twists and contusions suffered during the bout. The two women stood face to face, breathing heavily, staring each other out. Slowly, Reena raised her right hand above shoulder height, keeping her eyes on Kriss all the time. Matching her gaze, Kriss replied in kind, grimacing with the effort of raising her arm as her left hand interlaced Reena’s right. However, as Kriss started to raise her right hand, Reena pulled the gripped hands towards her, turning her shoulder into the unprotected jaw of Kriss, who was yanked forward unexpectedly. Dropping to one knee, Kriss shook her head, trying to clear it as Reena maintained the grasp. As Reena began to use her height advantage to twist the wrists , Kriss acted out of desperation, needing to protect her arms from any further injury. Surging upwards, her shoulder caught Reena in the gut and lifting her backwards. The momentum of the move took them across the ring and through the ropes. With a shriek, they crashed to the padded mats surrounding the ring. Both lay on the floor, their bodies shuddering from the punishment they were enduring. Slowly, painfully, Kriss struggled to her knees, groaning quietly as she staggered to her feet. Knowing that there was no way she could lift the larger woman with the pain her shoulders were in, she opted for a ground based attack.
As the Latino began to stir, stunned from the fall, the powerhouse lifted Reena’s right leg, turned as she stepped over it and twisted it between her thick thighs as she completed the rotation. Still woozy, Reena was not able to stop Kriss from lifting her left leg so her knee rested under the twisted trapped foot before the powerhouse fell backwards, hooking her right knee over Reena’s right foot, which was crushed down onto her own twisted knee. The intense torture of the figure four on her already injured knees and hamstrings shocked Reena back to full consciousness. Eyes shocked wide, she screamed as Kriss lay back, arching her back to try and dislocate Reena’s knee or ankle. As her scream morphed into a series of high pitched yelps, Reena tried to prop herself up on her elbows to lessen the pressure. Kriss responded by curling her shoulder up off the floor before falling back again, pulling at the amazons trapped legs, each twisted around the other like a pretzel. Herself falling flat to the mats again, Reena clawed at her own hair, trying to cope with the agony that she was enduring. She tried kicking downwards with the heel of her extended left foot into Kriss’ pussy which is was perched on top of but the powerhouse had the hold locked in too tightly for any movement. Tears and sweat mingled as they poured down Reena’s face- a mask of suffering. She could almost hear the sinews and tendons ripping and tearing inside her patella. Another pulse from Kriss made her throw her hands wide where her right one caught on the edge of the floor mat. Gripping on, it was evident that it was secured to the floor and might provide her the opportunity for escape. If she could just reach across. Again, mustering previously unknown reserves, Reena tried to roll onto her right shoulder. Each attempt was resisted by the pawg, who retaliated each time with another pull on the legs, summoning another scream of agony from Reena. As Reena tried to roll once more, she stretched forward and raked her nails down the inside of Kriss’ thigh. It didn’t break the hold but it did distract the muscle-bound brawler enough to allow Reena to turn enough to reach across herself and secure a grip on the edge of the mat. Pulling for all she was worth, Reena managed to twist both her and Kriss over onto their fronts. Suddenly, the roles were reversed as all the pressure from the hold was concentrated on Kriss’ knees and ankles. Determinedly, Reena pushed herself into a sphinx pose, her breasts jutting forward as she curled her chest from the floor. Behind her, Kriss roared in pain, acting to quickly disentangle herself before her knees popped.
Reena was spent. Slumping back onto the mats, she rolled onto her back, flexing her leg to try and encourage the blood flow to the tortured areas. Painfully, each move making her gasp, she raised her head to face Kriss. The pawg powerhouse was on her feet, hobbling towards her and holding her shoulder, her eyes screwed up in pain. The fight was definitely entering its end game….
Sucking in air in pained gasps, Kriss staggered towards the floored amazon. She knew she couldn’t use any power moves as she didn’t have the strength in her shoulders and the figure four reversal had sapped of the energy for any technical holds. She didn’t have any personal grudge against Reena- this was just competition- but she needed to finish this now and if that meant fighting dirty…..
Reena shook her head, trying to clear the sparks of light detonating in front of her eyes. She had to get up! If she lay here, God knows what Kriss would do to her. As her vision settled, she realised that Kriss had stood up and had staggered in between her legs. Raising her knee, the pawg brawler dropped forwards. In the nick of time, Reena pushed herself back- Kriss’ knee crashing into the mat which the split second before had been hidden under Reena’s hips. If it had connected, the knee would have smashed into her pussy and surely would have ended the match. The impact jarred Kriss’ compromised knee, her eyes squeezing shut as the lance of pain jolted through her. This gave Reena the chance she needed. Staggering to her feet, Reena took aim at her kneeling opponent. With grim determination, she launched herself forward. As her right leg sailed adjacent to Kriss’ left shoulder, Reena’s left shin smashed into the powerhouse’s forehead. This modified shining wizard had the desired effect. Kriss’ eyes rolled back in her head as she rocked momentarily on her heels before toppling face forward onto the mats. With an almighty effort, Reena dropped to her knees and crawled towards Kriss’ prone, shaking body. The latino brawler knew she had seconds before her rival started to come round. She had to act now! Draping herself over Kriss’ wide shoulders, Reena reached across and hooked Kriss’ far arm, pulling it back toward her. Immeadiately securing the raised arm by the wrist, Reena shifted herself to plant her knee between the dazed brawlers shoulder blades then grabbed the trailing arm, hoisting it to a vertical plane. Taking a deep breath, Reena pushed herself upright, her knee driving into the spine while simultaneously pulling Kriss’ twisted arms up and pushing them forwards
This move would have been devastating enough if launched at the beginning of the match when both fighters were fresh. At this stage, with the damage inflicted to her body, the effect on Kriss was immeadiate and catastrophic. She snapped back to full consciousness with a keening scream followed by a series of high pitch pained pants. Gritting her teeth determinedly, Reena rocked forward further, torqueing the shoulders of the ensnared fighter. Quickly, she glanced into the ring to see if there was any danger of a sneak attack from Jakki but the English woman was barely stirring where she’d been left. Satisfied she was safe, Reena tightened her grip on the twisted wrists and pushed. Looking down, she watched impassively as the trapped fighter’s head shook weakly, the screams of her foe’s distress falling on deaf ears. Her chin jammed against the mat, Kriss’ red rimmed eyes streamed with tears, the tracks of her mascara stretching down her cheeks, her mouth working soundlessly against the tremendous torture she was enduring. There was no escape. She could barely breathe because of the weight of Reena pinning her chest to the mat while the relentless pressure on her shoulders was excruciating and, if not stopped, likely to cause long lasting damage to both rotator cups. Her hands flexed into fists, fighting the inevitable but it was all too much. A final push foward was the final straw. Frantically, Kriss’ nodded her head to signal defeat. “ Please….. God….. I give! I give!” she yelled, her eyes screwed shut in agony. “Thank God!” gasped Reena, releasing her grasp around Kriss’ wrists and letting the mangled arms fall. Both women collapsed; Kriss in so much pain and exhaustion that she simply sprawled face down on the mat, the plastic covering muffling her sobs of equal parts agony and frustration. Reena simply rolled off of the brawler’s shoulders, lying flat on her back and staring at the ceiling; her massive, sweat sheened breasts shuddering with every pained intake of breath. They lay like that for several minutes until Reena was able to roll onto her front and raise herself to a table-top position, leaving the defeated pawg lying face down, sobbing gently. Gingerly, Reena pulled herself back into the ring and into a corner, resting her aching body against the bottom turnbuckle. Despite the aches and pains, she was elated. She had done it! She had won! Splayed in all her naked glory, Reena surveyed the carnage in and around the ring- the two shuddering, defeated women who she’d bested, stripped of both their clothes and their pride. Closing her eyes, she smiled.
Within a quarter of an hour, the ring was clear. Jakki was the first to leave the ring. As Reena watched her from the corner, the Brit tentatively struggled to her feet before hobbling across and out of the ring, holding her neck all the while and heading up the basement stairs without even a glance to her opponents. Soon, Kriss had collected herself enough to get to her knees. Wiping her face with the heels of her hands, she held Reena’s gaze for a few seconds until she gave a slight nod of acknowledgement, stumbled around the outside of the ring, using the apron for support and carefully slipped on her tee shirt and shorts, wincing with the effort that it was costing her shoulders. As Reena watched her slowly ascend the stairs, she wondered about calling out, about checking she was ok. But she decided against it. The woman was probably feeling humiliated already. She didn’t need pity as well. Once she was all alone in the ring, Reena pulled herself up with the ropes, every ache and twist salved by the glow of victory. Taking a last look around, she slipped on her dress and headed upwards. As she entered the ground floor, she saw Jakki, dressed in a robe and facing away from her, holding an ice pack to the back of her neck. Her shaking shoulders and sobbing halted abruptly as she heard Reena’s footfall onto the wooden boards. Straightening up, she tried to present a dignified and superior façade even though she still wouldn’t turn to face her vanquisher. Reena smiled. She didn’t care. She was the winner and she’d put Jakki in her place. That was all that mattered.
The end