My Fight With Annabel
By DarkKnight

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This story continues to follow the endeavors of the sexy Annabel, an open minded athletic blonde and yours truly in the underground femfighting scene. Our earlier adventures are described in "The Tale of Annabel" and "Annabel - Training Days" . Enjoy!
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I really wanted to test myself in a fight against Annabel. After so many mat hours with her as her sparring partner I couldn’t help but wondering how will I measure up against her in a real fight. While we were training sometimes she had the upper hand and sometimes I did so I figured it will be a pretty even match. However I knew she will never agree to fight me so I decided to trick her into it. To sign her up for a match without knowing I’m going to be her opponent. I told her that I’m signing her up to fight a mystery guy that is unwilling to reveal himself before the actual fight. I told her that all I know about him is the following – he is about my size, he is trained, athletic and with good fighting skills but with almost no experience in real fights. Rumor says that he had followed Annabel fights and studied her thoroughly so he is now well familiar with her fighting techniques and knows all her weak spots. Annabel wasn’t impressed by that and said she has no problem fighting him and putting him in his place.

I told Annabel that the guy had two conditions for the fight. The first condition was that ball-busting of any kind is strictly forbidden. Much like in our training sessions I didn’t want to risk my manhood against that sexy wildcat. Annabel wasn’t surprised by that condition. She said that if that guy is not willing to reveal himself he must be a coward so obviously he is also afraid to get his precious balls hurt. She also added that in general she doesn’t respect guys who are unwilling to put their balls on the line. It shows that they got no balls and they are not real men. I was quite offended by her comments but of course I couldn’t show it to her. So I swallowed my pride and told her she is right. I figured I will have to win back my pride on the mat against her. The second rule was that Annabel has to show up for the fight half naked. Annabel again wasn’t surprised. She assumed it means topless and thought that the guy doesn’t think he have a chance to strip her top off during the fight but doesn’t want to miss the renowned view of her plump breasts. When I told her the guy specified that she has to show up bottomless she was shocked. She couldn’t understand that condition and assumed it only meant to humiliate her which pissed her off. The truth was that I simply wanted unobstructed access to her biggest weak spot - her pussy. Knowing how orgasmic she is and how hot she turns during a fight I figured that a finger or two in her pussy will significantly improve my chances to win the fight. In my mind I saw myself beating her with a full fist inside her, pumping her like a piston and showing her who’s the man…

I did my best to follow our regular pre-fight routine in which I help her train and prepare for each fight. Keeping a poker face about my involvement in the fight wasn’t easy but I believe she didn’t suspect anything. Since she was about to appear with an exposed pussy I even helped her shave her pussy for the occasion. In a burst of creativity I left a thin patch of hair in the shape of a lightning. This will later become a habit of mine with Annabel. I accompanied her all the way till minutes before the fight in the dressing room so she will not suspect anything. I helped her undress for the fight and applied some lotion on her toned body to keep the skin flexible. I also helped her tie the rather skimpy bikini top she chose for the fight which barely covered her protruding breasts. She was still mad about the no bottoms thing. It’s not that she hasn’t fought naked before but usually that was either in a nude fight or if she got stripped during a fight. The fact that she wasn’t allowed to wear a thong for this fight was very humiliating for her. I left her moments before the fight after she was all set and told her I’ll see her outside in the ring.

Annabel entered the ring first wearing nothing but a red triangle bikini top. Her tanned and sexy body drew loud cheers from the few privileged attendees who got a clear view of her neatly trimmed pussy. She waited curiously to see who her mystery opponent is when I entered the ring. At first she was a bit confused, she expected to see me at ringside but didn’t understand how come I’m wearing only blue speedos. Seconds later she realized what’s going on.

“It’s you??! You lying son of a bitch!!” She screamed at me with fire in her eyes. Her nipples stiffened in seconds and almost ripped through her top. I didn’t even have time to react or explain myself before she charged at me like an un-caged animal. I just heard her mumble “I’m going to kill you!” before her punches started landing on me.

I tried to protect myself but she was all over me with punch after punch. I backed off little by little until I fell backward to the ground overwhelmed with her aggression. She didn’t allow me a second to recover and immediately jumped at me and continued her ruthless assault. At that moment I thanked god for adding the no ball busting stipulation to the fight because with her unleashed rage she could have easily neutered me… I must give her credit though that she indeed kept the rules and didn’t target my balls. But other than my crotch the rest of my body was her personal punching bag at those moments. The situation was very sexual - I am lying on the floor while the sexy and almost naked Annabel is straddling me. Her naked pussy is touching me and her heaving and sweaty breasts are brushing against me occasionally. But despite the close intimate contact, I wasn’t enjoying this one bit. My sexual arousal level was so low that my once mighty cock was all shriveled like a frightened turtle. The truth is I was indeed a bit frightened. I’ve never seen Annabel like that – like a woman possessed!

After the initial shock I had to try and turn the tables around. I knew from our vast training together that I am capable of inflicting some damage to Annabel if only I would be able to go on the offensive. The problem was that I was too busy protecting myself and had no chance to counter attack. Every moment that passed with me on the receiving end took its toll on me and my ability to fight back was diminishing. I knew that soon enough it will be too late for me and I will be at her mercy. I had to do something and I had to do it fast. So as an act of desperation I decided to play my secret card earlier then I planned to and go for her exposed pussy. I started prying between her legs with my hand till I found the opening I was looking for and managed to jab two fingers hard into her pussy. For a brief moment Annabel froze in her tracks, realizing that her private parts are being invaded. However, she immediately shook it off and continued fighting. Not that it was a new experience for a seasoned fighter like her but still two fingers deep in her pussy seemed to take her fighting intensity down a notch. This was exactly what I was trying to achieve. On top of that I was delighted to find her soaking wet inside just like I knew she tends to be while fighting. That was the first sign that this crazed up lioness is still the Annabel I know with all of her known vulnerabilities. Those first positive signs encouraged me that I may have a chance to win this after all. However this burst of optimism didn’t last long as Annabel used the first opportunity she had to grab my wrist and pull my hand out of her pussy.

The fight went on and continued to be pretty one sided – I was being hammered and spent most of my energy just trying to defend myself. Every now and then I managed to land a punch that didn’t do much damage or tried to finger her but it wasn’t enough to give me any kind of momentum. Annabel, fueled by her anger, didn’t slow down one bit and fought in the most intense way I’ve ever seen her fight.

Another thing that was uncharacteristic in the way she fought was the fact that she struggled hard to keep her bikini top in its place like her life depended on it. Whenever I managed to tag on her top and expose a nipple she immediately readjusted it and made sure her breasts are well covered. Well, at least as covered as they could get with that flimsy triangle bra that couldn’t really contain her massive jugs. I couldn’t quite get it - that was the same Annabel who was always so at ease with nudity and had no problem whatsoever fighting topless. Not to mention that I’ve already seen her breasts numerous times before. I mean, come on, just 24 hours ago I was between her legs shaving her pussy! So what is this sudden display of modesty? I guess she was so furious and humiliated by the fact that I forced her to fight bottomless that it was a matter of principle for her. She wanted to prove that the only way I can strip her and get to see her naked is by sneaky fight stipulations and not by fighting skills. Being stripped during a fight might look like a sign of weakness and Annabel had no intention of giving me that pleasure. Not to mention the pleasure of watching he perfect naked breasts jiggling in front of me…

Soon enough I realized that this was a lost battle and all I could do was try to survive as long as I can and end it with some dignity. I’ve never seen her fight like that. Not only was she a fit and well trained professional fighter but she was also motivated by a deep sense of betrayal which made her unstoppable. I was just the victim on which she took it all out. Not that I can complain, I put myself in that situation.

After a while I exhausted my stamina and was too hurt to be able to get up. Annabel was on top of me most of the time as she relentlessly continued to dish out punishment. I found myself on my back with Annabel sitting on my neck facing my legs, her knees on the ground, her shapely ass in my face and she is raining blows at my midsection. Then she aimed a fist straight at my balls. I feared that moment when she will no longer restrain herself and attack my balls after all. My crotch was wide open and I was in no position to defend myself. I panicked, closed my eyes and expected the worst. Luckily, Annabel, in a display of true sportsmanship, stopped her fist at the last moment when it was about a centimeter from my sack. Instead she gently grabbed my manhood, fondled it a little bit and said “Oh… I’m sorry; I almost forgot I’m not allowed to hurt your precious jewels”.

Immediately afterwards she changed position in a swift move and trapped me in a devastating arm bar. The hold was perfectly executed and I was ready to submit. However Annabel wasn’t in a hurry and had different plans for me.

“Since I’m not allowed to touch that nice looking bulge between your legs why won’t you do it for me?” she suggested.

“What? What do you want?” I was confused.

“It’s a pity to see such a massive cock all shrank and lifeless like that so go ahead and use your free hand to revive him”

“Forget it, you are crazy!”

“Don’t be confused by my polite tone, you are in no position to argue. Start touching yourself or I’ll break your arm!!!” she barked at me making it clear she is serious.

Reluctantly I obeyed and started caressing my cock through the Speedos. It was so humiliating but I had no choice. Every time I stopped she increased the pressure on my arm. I was totally at her mercy.

“Come on I want to see your famous shaft at full attention!” Annabel commanded unsatisfied with the results.

It wasn’t easy getting an erection in such conditions but I was afraid I’ll get hurt so I started rubbing intensively. Soon enough, despite the humiliating situation and the pain, I managed to get a boner and my cock started peeping out of the Speedos I was wearing.

Annabel was pleased “Oh, I’m glad to see that your friend there finally popped up for a visit” she said playfully and then switched to a much harder tone “Now peel those stupid Speedos off and cum for mama!”

“Annabel – let me go! You won, just leave me alone!” I begged.

“I know I won and I want to commemorate my victory with an eruption of your geyser. So get to it or you’ll have to continue and masturbate with your left hand only from this day on”

Humiliated, scared and in pain I pulled my cock out of its Lycra confinement as Annabel ordered and started jerking-off. It was quite challenging since as Annabel mentioned it was with my left hand and it was almost impossible to focus. Not to mention the fact that people were watching me while I’m being emasculated by the shapely blond. It took me several long minutes that felt like an eternity before I was able to shoot my load. It was definitely the least enjoyable orgasm I ever had.

Immediately after I ejaculated, Annabel released the pressure from my arm, raised her two strong legs high in the air and slammed them down hard across my neck and my midsection. Gladly I passed out and the torture was over.

When I came to, Annabel was already long gone. I later learned that while I was out she sat on my face and rode it till she came all over me. That definitely explained the gooey staff I had smeared on my face…I learned a very painful lesson that night about the difference between a real fighter and a measly sparring partner. Yes, the technique may be the same but in a real fight it’s all about heart and courage. A real fight is worlds apart in the state of mind from a friendly practice session. I also learned not to enrage a vicious fighter like Annabel that can tear me apart…

When we first met after the fight for a regular workout I was pretty anxious as I didn’t know how Annabel will react. She showed up as usual wearing a bikini; stepped up to me and asked casually

“I hope it is OK with you that I’m wearing a thong this time?”

“Well sure, the rules of the fight don’t apply anymore” I mumbled.

“I’m so glad to hear that” Annabel said and immediately made a fast step toward me, grabbed the back of my neck with both her hands and drove her knee full force into my balls! The impact was so devastating that my testicles almost reached my throat! It was like an explosion of pain between my legs that spread to my entire body in seconds. It all turned dark as I collapsed to the floor and I nearly passed out. Unfortunately I wasn’t that lucky… I felt like I’m about to throw up and tears stated filling my eyes.

It didn’t happen a lot but out of the few times Annabel did hit me in the balls that was for sure the most excruciating incident. I have never experienced such an intense pain before.

“Now we settled the score!” Annabel said and left me there on the floor folded in a fetal position, unable to talk and barely able to breath. It took me a while till I was able to pick myself up and days before I could walk straight again.

After that day Annabel and I never talked about that fight ever again…