Airline Warriors (F vs F) Part 3

AIRLINE WARRIORS part 3
By Scissorhold100

Rebecca and Jay had met many couples during Rebecca’s dozen or so matches. Each meeting had its own vibe. Some were more friendly and casual, and the matches lacked a great deal of intensity. Others were a bit more businesslike, competitive and had an edge. This match with the Israeli couple definitely fell into the latter category.
From the initial email inquiry that Sarah had sent Rebecca, the tone was set. And when Sarah had mentioned that she would be bringing the “championship” back home, Rebecca had realized this one was different than almost all her previous encounters. The only other match that had felt similar was when she faced the German woman in a best of 7 match that earned her the unofficial championship of the group. But even that match didn’t have this feeling. As she approached Sarah to kneel in the center of the mat for the final fall, Rebecca’s emotions were an equal amount of trepidation, uneasiness and even a healthy amount of hate for her opponent. The first two falls had proved they were extremely well matched physically and despite Sarah’s relative inexperience, also well matched in skill. But there was something about how Sarah carried herself, something about the look on her face that exuded an arrogance and a smugness. And Rebecca didn’t like it. The feelings only increased after she was embarrassed in the first fall.
And now as she knelt in front of Sarah, Rebecca was trying to control those emotions as the two naked women inched closer to one another.
“Ready?”, asked Rebecca. “Time to show you who the best woman in the room is”, replied Sarah only increasing Rebecca’s dislike for her opponent.
The two naked warriors narrowed the gap cautiously but almost in unison first contact was made and it seemed both had similar strategies. Each shot their left hand into their opponents’ hair while firing a right-handed slap into the others body. Rebecca’s slap landed first echoing through the room as it contacted Sarah’s lower rib cage. Sarah’s slap was a bit higher and caught the side of Rebecca’s exposed breast. While both slaps found their targets, it was Sarah’s that seemed to be the most successful.
She used this slight advantage and yanked Rebecca’s head back by her hair and at the same time bowled her American opponent backwards. The women landed on their sides, facing each other, still with one hand in the others hair. Their legs started flailing and thrashing trying to leverage their opponent and their free hands also fought for control with fingers interlaced. There seemed to be 3 separate battles going on at the same time.
Once again though, it was the Israeli woman who surprised Rebecca with her nasty side as a short upward knee strike found Rebecca’s naked pussy. It wasn’t a violent impact but enough to illicit a groan of pain from the American. Sarah took advantage of Rebecca’s sudden distraction and managed to turn and mount her opponent.
Sarah grasped both of Rebecca’s wrists and pinned them above her head. She pressed her body tightly on the prone American as she fought to establish control. Rebecca wasn’t making it easy, bucking her hips and twisting her shoulders to try and reverse the position.
Rebecca managed to partially unseat the Israeli woman and turned her body slightly looking to roll away. Sarah still had control of both wrists, and now she was scissoring Rebecca’s right thigh. Rebecca’s hip was now pressed and grinding against Sarah’s naked crotch. Suddenly, Sarah released one wrist and grabbed a handful of Rebecca’s dark hair wrenching her head back as she tried to regain her mount position.
“Aww, you bitch,” hissed Rebecca as a burning pain shot through her scalp. Sarah’s face was buried in her throat area, her mouth close to the American woman’s ear.
“It won’t be long until this is over for you. Just relax and enjoy it”, Sarah whispered softly and started nibbling and lightly kissing Rebecca’s exposed neck while maintaining the painful hairpull.
Rebecca was desperately trying to get Sarah’s hands out of her hair realizing how much trouble she could be in if Sarah regained her full top position. But now she had this other distraction as she felt the beginnings of being turned on sexually.
Sensing she was losing the battle, Rebecca started bucking and twisting trying to get out from under Sarah and to escape the amorous attack on her neck. While all this was going on, Sarah was also grinding her crotch on Rebecca’s hip, her low moans indicating she was getting turned on just as much or even more.
But just like the first fall, Sarah quickly regained her focus and shifted tactics deciding to work some pain in with the pleasure. She removed her hand from Rebecca’s hair and quickly slid it down and found Rebecca’s exposed tit. More specifically her slightly aroused nipple. Grabbing it with her thumb and index finger, Sarah viciously started twisting and pulling. Rebecca’s sudden high piercing scream was clear evidence of how sensitive it was and she writhed in agony. She was still being held firmly, one arm above her head and her thigh scissored but now her left hand was free.
“C’mon Becs, fight her off”, said Jay from the corner, receiving a glare from Seth.
Rebecca didn’t have to be told twice. With her free hand she returned the favor and found Sarah’s right breast. But instead of working the nipple, Rebecca grabbed as much as she could and started roughly squeezing and twisting it upward.
The two combatants were now locked in a bit of a stalemate. Both on their sides and suffering in a mutual single breast maul. The moans and shrieks filled the room as both women attacked with a viciousness that to this point in the match hadn’t been reached.
Even though both women were on their sides, Sarah’s position was slightly better as she still scissored one of Rebecca’s thighs. She used that advantage and a burst of energy to regain her top mount position. She released Rebecca’s hair and now sank both hands into the trapped American’s tits in a double breast maul.
“Make her suffer Sarah!”, yelled Jay, shooting a smug look at his American counterpart in the other corner.
Rebecca’s pained yells indicated that Sarah’s attack was indeed making her suffer. By instinct she grabbed both of Sarah’s wrists and tried to pull them off her tits, but Sarah’s grip was firm. Rebecca’s eyes closed and her head tilted back trying to deal with the pain and process her predicament.
Sarah released the scissor hold on her foe’s leg and pressed her full body weight down on Rebecca. But her powerful legs weren’t idle long as she intertwined her ankles inside of the suffering American woman’s legs and started to spread them with a powerful grapevine. She was now in complete control with this a dominant position and felt it was only a matter of time before Rebecca screamed out a final submission. She was so confident that she decided to add some mental pressure to the physical.
Sarah released her two-handed grip on Rebecca’s breasts and grabbed two handfuls of hair instead. She positioned her to look directly into her eyes, noses almost touching.
“I’m going to finish you with your favorite hold, bitch,” Sarah whispered directly in Rebecca’s anguished and panicked face. And with that ominous warning Sarah viciously yanked Rebecca’s face roughly into a breast smother. This was the exact hold Rebecca had used on many of her opponents in her previous matches and if she weren’t being suffocated and in so much pain and discomfort from the grapevine, she likely would have acknowledged how well Sarah had applied the hold.
As it was, this was no time for compliments. Rebecca’s breath was being snuffed out and she knew from being on the other end, a panicked submission usually came quickly when she had applied the hold on others.
But Rebecca’s experience at applying the hold had also taught her how to fight it off. While most had submitted quickly, a handful of opponents had managed to survive it initially and cause Rebecca to work harder for the victory. It was in this moment, Rebecca’s thoughts raced to remember what they did to counter the breast smother/grapevine she now was suffering from.
As much from experience but mostly from instinct, Rebecca grabbed two handfuls of Sarah’s hair right above her ears and roughly yanked the Israeli woman’s head back. The shriek that filled the room proved its effectiveness in causing Sarah some pain. It also served a second more important purpose. While not dislodging the breast smother completely, it did lift the weight off Rebecca’s face a fraction of an inch. Not a lot, but enough to turn her face to the side and gulp in a few vital breaths of air.
Rebecca took one hand away from the hairpulling and landed two or three stinging slaps to Sarah’s exposed rib cage. Because of her bottom position the slaps lacked substantial power, but they did enough to produce more relief from Sarah’s top mount position. It also bought Rebecca some space and almost as importantly some time to contemplate how to fully escape.
Rebecca had now managed to turn almost sideways. The two warriors each still had one hand in the others hair while their free hands waged a battle of their own. Their legs coiled and fighting their own contest trying to regain a dominant position. It was a stalemate broken only by brief breast squeezes or body slaps. Truth be told, some of those slaps were with closed fists and landed with audible thuds on exposed and vulnerable rib cages. The groans and yelps of the two females filled the room and were mixed by the encouraging shouts of the two men who now had risen from their seats and inched closer with cameras in hand for a better view of their warrior women.

Suddenly and just like earlier in the match. Sarah showed her nasty side. A sudden and firm knee strike found its mark landing hard on Rebecca’s pubic bone. The dull thud was quickly followed by a wail as the stricken American released her hold of Sarah’s hair and instinctively reached down to her pussy. The damage was done however and as Rebecca tried to roll away, Sarah took a position behind her. Still with one hand wrapped in her opponent’s hair, Sarah snapped her meaty thighs just under Rebecca’s ribs. The hold was perfectly executed but again Sarah showed her skills by snaking her arms under Rebecca’s and locking her fingers behind her neck with a deeply sunk in full nelson.
Just like the combination breast smother/grapevine she had applied moments earlier; Sarah was now doubling up with this hold and its effects could instantly be seen on Rebecca’s face and heard from her loud groans.
“That’s it babe, make her say it!” exclaimed Seth while focussing the camera closer on the two combatants.
Both holds were locked in extremely well. Sarah now alternated between pulsing her thighs together and cranking down on the full nelson. Each time she did, Rebecca’s panicked shrieks and groans turned louder. And once again, Sarah showed she quite enjoyed the psychological and erotic side as well. Her mouth was positioned right against Rebecca’s ear and she wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass without reminding her trapped and suffering opponent who was in command.
“Now, it is over sweetie,” she whispered into Rebecca’s ear before starting to nibble and kiss Rebecca’s ear. Sarah now had complete control and alternated from moments of squeezing the “champions” ribs, to putting pressure on the neck, to arousing and stimulating her trapped opponent.
“C’mon babe finish this!”, implored Seth, aware that Rebecca had shown she could escape from seemingly impossible situations from earlier in the match. Both women’s eyes were drawn to Seth’s command, looking directly into the camera and with a slide nod Sarah seemed to agree that it was time to try and end this.
Sarah suddenly unlocked her hands from behind Sarah’s neck and released the full nelson. Instead she quickly cupped both hands under Rebecca’s chin leaned back and starting to pull and stretch the American’s head back at a distorted angle, forcing her groaning opponent to look almost behind her. But Rebecca’s more pressing issue was the body scissors that were crushing her ribs and making breathing difficult. Sarah stretched out her legs and poured on the pressure with her thick thighs.

“Say it…Say it loudly so we can hear you,” demanded Sarah. She didn’t have to wait much longer. “I give, I give!” shrieked Rebecca almost in tears. Sarah released two holds and used her foot to push Rebecca away and curl up in a fetal position gasping for air. Sarah got up and rushed to a beaming Seth. The two visiting Israeli’s hugged and celebrated while Jay went to check and console his beaten girlfriend.

Physically, Rebecca recovered quickly but mentally she was still in pain. She wasn’t used to losing and wasn’t used to being controlled and embarrassed and sexually aroused during a match…all things Sarah had accomplished. She stared at the celebrating winners and silently seethed. Her “championship” was gone and soon word would spread through the group of the events of this match.
“Let me know if you want a rematch sometime Rebecca,” said Sarah. “But you might have to wait. Tell that Lori woman we’ve heard so much about that she’s next.” And with that Sarah put on her panties and robe and her and Seth headed for their room down the hall leaving the 2 Americans to suffer in solitude.

Long time reader and fan but first-time writer. Figured it was time I contributed.
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