Dana?s dark olive skin was highlighted by her choice of a white brazillian cut thong bikini. Her well defined arms and legs were perfect as she stood across the makeshift mats in the room, thick with humidity. I could easily see her dark nipples as they strained fiercely at the fabric of the bikini, which appeared almost a size too small if you looked only at her top. Her flat stomach was accentuated by the high cut nature of the fabric bottom. Although no one could see, I knew that she had only a fine line of well trimmed pubic hair under that simple cloth covering.

Across the mat, Sara stood swaying gently. I was impressed again at how fucking hot she was. This time she had put on thick eyeliner, giving her a bit of a skanky look. She was built physically similar to Dana, perhaps two or three inches taller, but she was easily as cut and tight as my wife. Her platinum blonde hair was falling around her shoulders, some cascading over her huge tits. She was wearing a black bikini, of which there was less than there was of Dana?s. The bathing suit basically covered her nipples, her actual vulva and clit and basically nothing else. She had a washboard abdomen that had even me interested.

The fight was introduced and the girls were fighting instantly. I could see Dana?s intensity as she came out rapidly towards Sara, but I realized quickly that Sara was equally competitive. Sara struck first, hitting Dana in the head three times and causing Dana to tumble backwards onto her butt, to the cheers of the crowd. Sara moved in quickly, but Dana was quick to lash out with her feet, forcing Sara backwards. The brunette got to her feet, but as she did so, Sara moved swiftly in and grabbed her in a headlock. Sara unleashed a fury of punches on my wife as she struggled to free herself from her opponent?s grip. She grabbed a thick handful of Sara?s thigh with her right hand and hauled up on her bathing suit with her left. Sara did not yield though, pounding Dana?s face and head as much as she could. Finally, after several seconds, Dana pried herself free, her hair disheveled and her face flushed and red with welts. Dana backed up to regroup and the blonde fired off an unbelievable kick to her chest, lifting her off the ground and tossing her flat onto her back. The crowd audibly groaned as Dana rolled, clutching her big bosom, grimacing in pain.

Dana rolled to her hands and knees and Sara grabbed her by her hair, yanked her head back and kicked her in the chest. In retaliation, Dana swung her fist wildly, I thought at Sara?s stomach, but if it was, she missed her mark, hitting Sara squarely in the little piece of fabric covering her crotch. Sara grunted and her eyes went wide as she stumbled back. Dana got to her feet, and hitting Sara repeatedly in the stomach and tits. Sara?s big pillows were compressed with each punch, but they barely shook they were so firm. Sara wrapped her arms around Dana and the two women tussled, ultimately ending in a mutual bearhug, big breasts crushing against one another and oozing from between the two combatants. It was incredible to me that I had never seen Dana?s tits look as small as they did as they were engulfed by Sara?s massive chest and so it didn?t surprise that I thought I saw a flicker of disappoint dance across Dana?s eyes as she looked down during her struggle with the blonde and realized that her ?girls? were being dominated by another woman. Sara tripped Dana, and landed squarely on top of her as they collapsed to the ground. The force of the fall knocked both women?s breasts right out of their tops and Sara quickly straddled Dana and unleashed a ground assault of epic proportions, pounding my poor wife like a professional MMA fighter. Dana?s tits and face were pummeled as she covered up as best she could. She bucked and arched but couldn?t unseat her well-positioned foe until after an impressive amount of damage had been done. When the two finally got to their feet, Dana?s face was swollen and her nose was bloody. She was heaving in breaths and I could see the frustration in her face. Sara moved in and swung, but Dana was still quick enough to duck, and as she did so, she moved in and flipped Sara with a hip toss. As the blonde landed on her back, Dana wasted no time, holding her wrist and stomping wildly on the blonde?s huge right tit. Sara squealed as her tit was punished for the earlier assault on my bride?s body and I could see from her grimace that Dana was doing at least some damage.

Desperate, Sara spun her body and reached towards my wife?s crotch. I couldn?t see from the position, but based on the wail that escaped Dana?s lips, she certainly hit something. Dana?s legs collapsed, but as she hit the ground, her hand shot down to Sara?s crotch and she elicited the same wail from Sara that had escaped her lips seconds earlier. The crotch mauling went on for a few moments but it seemed that either both women got tired of it or neither woman could tolerate it because they both abandoned the attacks and got slowly to their feet. Although I found it impossible, Sara?s right tit had swollen to even greater size after the attack from Dana, and her lip was swollen, other than that she was only breathing hard. Dana was a bit worse for wear though, her face showing the worst of it.

The two came together again, and this time, as by mutual agreement, they locked their thick fingernails deep into each other?s bountiful titflesh. The mauling began in earnest as each grimaced and moaned, yelped and twisted their body trying to relieve some of the pain as the welts developed on their massive chests. Gradually again though, I could see Dana yielding ground, despite her strong will and competitive nature, she was clearly being beaten by a better opponent. After a few minutes, Dana was on her knees in front of Sara, her hands slipping from their grips on the bigger girl?s chest, her face a mask of frustration and desperation as she tried to pry Sara?s powerful claws from the titflesh oozing between her fingers. I was fairly certain that I saw her bottom lip quiver, an early indication she was on the verge of tears. Sara, though, released the hold herself, switching to a series of punches to Dana?s face that sprayed blood onto the mat and elicited a sickening thud as her fist hit Dana?s face and jaw. Dana?s head snapped to the side and she fell over. Sara began kicking at her and stomping her, my wife?s beautiful body being punished by her dominant opponent. Sara tired though and as she gathered her wind, Dana, perseverant and competitive as she was, got to her feet.

The crowd roared, having thought she was beaten. ?You perseverant cunt?? hissed Sara.

Dana smiled a bloody smile. Dana closed the distance quickly, scratching viciously at Sara?s face and slamming her knee into Sara?s crotch. She pounded Sara?s sex with a violence that I hadn?t seen from her in a considerable time, in her heart, not wanting to lose to this arrogant blonde. Sara?s taught body convulsed wildly from the knees to the crotch, occasionally being lifted from the ground. After several seconds, she collapsed to her knees, with Dana holding her up with one arm, and now pummeling her face with her other. Sara collapsed to the mat and Dana stumbled back, almost falling to her knees from exhaustion.

Momentarily, Sara was still, and for a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to think that perhaps Dana had one, but on the contrary, Sara was as determined as Dana was, and she began to struggle to her feet. Dana stumbled quickly over and thrust a kick at the blonde. It connected and the blonde?s once unmovable tit now shook wildly, having been battered into compliance. I smirked, proud of Dana but Sara would not allow it to end for as the next kick came, Sara grabbed Dana?s leg. The kick had lost an enormous amount of strength, having been sapped of her stamina by the earlier beating, it wasn?t hard for Sara to grab it. Holding the leg, Sara lashed out, jamming her thumb into the fabric of Dana?s bathing suit and instantly forcing Dana flat out on the ground. Sara repeated the attack viciously until Dana flipped onto her belly and tried desperately to scramble away, the blonde clinging to her calf and ankle maliciously, while jamming her thumb into her nether regions. Dana flailed wildly, but to no avail. I watched as Sara violated Dana?s ass, pressing her thumb deep inside and causing Dana?s eyes to go wide with shock as Sara sodomized her with her thumb, doing damage Dana never dreamed of. Dana clawed at the mat trying to get away and I must say that I found myself willing it to happen, but in my heart I had a sense of what was happening. In seconds, Sara had crawled on top of Dana?s battered body and had slipped her into a full nelson, slamming her face and chest heavily into the ground. Then she hauled my helpless bride to her feet, still maintained in the hold but struggling in vain to escape. She forced her over to me and pressed her towards me. Sara hissed at me, ?Here?s your bitch, what do you think of her now? Ain?t so tough now, is she?? she taunted.

Dana had been avoiding my eye contact, but she couldn?t do it any longer. As she looked at me, I saw the tears. They weren?t tears of pain but they were tears of pride and frustraton. Her big, proud tits and her thick nipples were deflated and sagging and on display for the whole arena. Sara gradually walked her around the arena and then brought her to the middle. I realized at this point that even if Dana?s body was able to continue, which I wasn?t sure of, that her spirit was unable to continue and that she was truly defeated this time. Sara maintained the hold and then lay down on the ground on her back, holding Dana on her, locking her in a spread-eagle grape vine. She then humiliated Dana, relishing in her victory as she released one hand and got Dana to orgasm with it, fingering her wildly and massaging her. When it was over, Sara got up, leaving Dana in a curled up, defeated, pitiful mess?

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ December 14, 2008 09:28 AM: Message edited by: MikeJV ]</font>