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The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 10

When I woke up I was still in Yvonne's apartment. The bonds that had strapped me to the bed were off me and Angel lay wrapped up around Yvonne next to me. I groaned as I felt the weakness in my legs- I had a match today and I knew it was going to be difficult. Natalia, that was her name. Some Russian girl that was good enough to wrestle internationally. I rested my head back down on the mat and looked over at my friends. They looked positively adorable wrapped up together. Part of me wanted to take a picture.

But most of me wanted to get ready for the day ahead. When I hopped out of bed I nearly collapsed onto the floor but maintained a shaky footing all the way over to the kitchen. I threw the fridge door open to find a pretty full stock. Eggs seemed appropriate, and after a few minutes of rummaging I found the necessary oil, pan and gloves as well. My body was completely unclothed as I began frying my eggs. The smell must have woken up and attracted both of my playmates, as they made their way into the kitchen, both as naked as the day they were born.

Angel walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my hips. She breathed in deeply- maybe she wanted to take in all of me, my smell, my feel, my heart. Her head rested on my shoulder. "You're making enough for everyone, right?"

I giggled and playfully smacked her. "No, none for sluts like you."

Angel kissed the nape of my neck. "Pretty please?"

I caught myself grinning like an idiot. "Aw, alright. Just because you're hot."

Yvonne peeked over into the pan and then looked at me skeptically. "You do know what you are doing yes?"

I looked over at her. God, she was hot. "Kinda. To be honest I usually just sort of wing it."

The French girl waved me off and I gladly accepted the offer to not cook. Angel and I both took our seats around the table. "But do you know what you are going to do against Natalia?" Yvonne looked back at me as she asked the question.

My brows furrowed. "I really don't know what you mean."

Yvonne put her hand on her hip and turned to me. "Natalia is one of the terrors of Europe. Have you ever seen her wrestle?"

I shook my head.

Yvonne sighed and pointed to the other room. "My laptop is leaning against my night stand. I have some videos of her on it if you would like to see them. It would be a good idea to look at them, yes?"

I paused for a second. Natalia was a hottie, sure, but Yvonne made her sound like a brutal hottie.

"What was fighting her like?" I posed the question with an unsure voice.

Yvonne shook her head and her long chestnut hair bounced. "You just have to, euh, watch."

I tread to the bedroom where we had had so much fun the night before, feeling very different at the moment. Natalia did seem sort of...off-putting. That was the word. But memory is a hazy thing. I found the laptop and returned to the kitchen. A few minutes of attempting to navigate a computer in French somehow yielded the videos, and Angel and I were enraptured by them.

Yvonne put plates with eggs on them in front of us, but we were too taken in with the videos to pay them any real mind. The Russian girl seemed unstoppable. She was fast and ridiculously strong. Even worse, the girl just simply did not tap. We watched ten videos and Natalia had the sheer strength of will to simply power through all of the holds. I began eating my eggs with a sense of trepidation in my heart. No one had ever called me a submission specialist which would make this upcoming match that little bit more difficult.

Another thing that would make my upcoming match more difficult was her little stunts in the bonus rounds. Terror. That was the right word for it. Her fuckings were hardcore and painful looking. In one match, she went up against a stocky and busty German girl, and made her look the way Samantha made me look. And then she face fucked her so hard that she cried, before ramming it in her pussy so hard that she screamed and moaned and began crying again.

I couldn't eat my eggs any more. My heart was beating too fast and I lost my appetite. I looked over at Angel who appeared to be sympathetic. She put her hand on my bare leg and kept her silence. I gulped and looked at Yvonne. She shook her head again.

Then I found the video where Yvonne contended with Natalia. Yvonne struggled mightily against the Russian girl but Natalia had a slight edge in strength and size. The fact that Yvonne had kept the match so close for so long appeared to make Natalia mad more than anything and she used the anger to close down on Yvonne harder and harder. Up until the final round, Yvonne had kept it very close and even appeared to be winning for some stretches but then Natalia simply took over. She tossed Yvonne all over the mat.

Which led to a close but resounding victory for Natalia. When Natalia took her prize she took it completely. Her strap on this time was huge and studded, and the French girl looked at it nervously. She began with her face, as she always did, grabbing a fistful of that long brown hair and forcing Yvonne's mouth up and down her strap-on. The Russian girl took her time with the opening salvo and truly rubbed her complete domination in.

What followed was another taste of domination but moreso, savagery. Natalia laid Yvonne down on the mat and put her legs behind her head. Then she wrapped her hands around the French girl's dainty neck and began fucking her mercilessly. Some girls at the Tigress like making their victims enjoy it and making them cum to their own defeat. Natalia was an entirely different matter- the moaning and groaning from the speakers was not something that sounded pleasured but instead very pained.

The Russian girl then flipped Yvonne over on her front and began taking her from behind. Natalia pulled Yvonne's hair as she forced her toy deeper and deeper into Yvonne's derriere. The yelps of pain seemed like they were going down to my very soul and the deep shit I was in began feeling a little bit hard to get out of. With a flick, Yvonne closed the laptop.

"I think that is enough of that..." Yvonne said.

Angel and I just looked at her. I tried to give her a sympathetic look but she returned a blank face.

The Latina looked over at me. "You can beat her."

My head turned towards her. I appreciated the encouragement but it seemed unrealistic. She didn't look as good as Samantha, but, uh, holy shit. I arched my eyebrow.

"I mean it." Angel smiled. "She is strong and big and not really afraid of anything. Did you see? If she thinks she has any advantage she will pursue it doggedly. If you start off strong, you might cow her a little bit, and I think you can win."

I pondered Angel's words. What she was saying was true, I suppose...

"But be careful. Losing should not be an option for you." Yvonne added.

I sat back in my chair. "It was never an option."

I spent the rest of the morning with Angel and Yvonne, flirting, lounging, goofing off and having fun. Or trying to, at least; my mind kept flicking back to Natalia, the Russian bear of a woman. I kept going over how I could beat her. Angel drove me home where I stewed and thought and worked on making myself physically and mentally ready. I drove to the Tigress a few minutes early as I was eager to take on Natalia. The people milling about didn't really bother me nor did they cross my mind as much as they crossed my path. I walked to the wrestling room to find it completely empty and made my way to the small locker room where my bikini was. White. For purity, maybe.

As I slipped it on, I went over all the scenarios that could happen. I had to get off to a quick start. If I could make her a little gun shy I would have a huge advantage. And if I didn't, I would get buried in an avalanche of power moves and fucked mercilessly. I tried to push that thought out of my mind. The waiting seemed to take a forever and a half. Finally, the buzzer sounded and I entered in to the room I had thought over so many times that day.

A full complement of spectators were arrayed along the wall, including Jessica, some girls I didn't know, and Rebecca.

Of course Rebecca was here. Of course Samantha invited her here. She wanted to hold the fact that this stupid ravenhaired big titted slut beat both me and Angel. I was quietly fuming when I turned to look at Natalia.

Her bikini was a gorgeous deep red and she was looking cut as hell. Most girls who wrestled here worked on their cores quite a bit and looked good, but this chick had full on abs. Her arms and legs weren't as built as they looked on Yvonne's laptop screen but she had a stringy wiry strength that I knew she could use to punish women.

The camerawoman came up to me and I did my spin. "What's life like in whatever shit hole you're from?"

Apparently, Natalia did not know a whole lot of English. What she did know is that I insulted her so she narrowed her eyes. "Budesh' ty moey rabynei, shliukha." She did her spin as well. With the formalities over, we both took our places at the starting marks and hunched over.

I tried to glean whatever I could from her green eyes. I was showed nothing but a businesslike contempt from her and I mirrored it as much as I could. The sheer level of arrogance and disgust coming from her was beyond the looks I could summon up. She must have thought I looked awfully stupid.

"3!"

But it didn't matter. I was going to win. I was 100% confident about it.

"2!"

Not only win, but triumph and dominate.

"1!"

She was going to mine, all the way down to her little Russian bones.

"Begin!"

I was too preoccupied with my thoughts to completely comprehend what happened next. All I knew was that Natalia had leapt on me, thrown me down to the mat, and was currently on top of me. The exact process of this sequence of events was fairly trivial. The consequences of this was far more important. I tried to struggle and fight to get her off of me, but Natalia maintained her dominant position.

Natalia crawled over me and expertly applied a figure four headlock. Her crotch was right in my face and I was in a ton of pain. I was given no option but to tap and the Russian girl got off me. Her presumptuous smile was enough to make me sick and I wanted to fucking deck her right then and there. She was already up one nothing and I did not get off to the fast start that I so desperately needed. Whatever. I could just wing it as I always did.

We both went back to our starting spots and made ourselves ready for the next clash. The call to begin was sounded and we went at it. Natalia raced at me like a shark sensing blood in the water. I was way more clever than that- I darted to the side and tossed her to the mat. By little display of agility dazed her for a second and I took the opportunity to try and twist her strong limbs into a submission hold. But Natalia fought me off and dear lord did lord did she fight. Every time I scraped my way towards one of her outstretched limbs she would not let me get it. Every time I tried to bring my arm down across her pretty little neck she repulsed me. Wrestling with the Russian girl on the ground was an exercise in frustration and I gazed into her green eyes. They were as pretty as they were inscrutable- this girl was giving nothing away.

Especially not any advantages. Throughout the tussle she had put me on my back and brought my arm into a painful submission. I yelled as I tapped the mat and looked with shame on my face at Natalia. She said something in Russian which sounded confident and once again I held my tongue and my fist. With a sigh I got up and went back to the starting position.

The second we both got there the cry to begin was unleashed and we went at it. This time, we met in the middle, where she threw me down after a quick wrap up. She tried to leap on top of me and I quickly rolled away and Natalia hit the mat painfully. There wasn't quite as much struggling this time- I leapt on her back and brought my arm down around her neck. She showed some resistance to pain from submissions in the videos I watched, but losing oxygen was a different matter entirely, and she tapped. So this Russian girl wasn't quite unstoppable. I breathed a sigh of relief as I got up and strode back to my mark.

"Tebe povezlo na etot raz..." she hissed.

"Homegirl. Clearly you do not understand. Nyet russkii." I spat.

She grimaced as we went back to our starting spots.

"Begin!"

And begin we did. She was fast and used her speed to barrel towards me. Once again I used my smarts rather than my strength to beat her. She was a bull and I was a matador and I impaled her not with a sword but with a sharp knee to the gut. The Russian girl clutched her stomach and went down like a sack of hammers, and the second she was on the mat I was there too, contorting her leg into a painful submission.

She tapped again. It took a while but she tapped again. The look she gave me when she got up suggested that the presumptuousness had gone. I couldn't quite tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. After all I had seen what she did to Yvonne when she was mad and that was not pretty.

We both found our way to our starting positions and hunkered down, ready for the fight to begin again. The call to begin was announced and we launched at each other. After a few moments of intense struggling, I was thrown to the mat. Before the Russian girl capitalized on her gains the judges called time.

Natalia relented, but did not turn away. It might have been easier if we spoke the same language. It would have been easier if I knew anything I was doing made even a dent in her manner, but the same smile returned to her face. Without a single word she told me that she thought she was going to win and dominate. I sneered back. While I wasn't out and out destroying her, I had pulled down some pretty sweet moves. This match was still very much in my grasp- I just had to fight smart.

"Competitors, make yourselves ready..." the call from the sideline seemed so daunting. Make yourselves ready. For what? For fucking, for fighting, for whatever came next. Whatever came, I was going to be ready for it. I strode back to my mark, feeling confident. Natalia strode back too, looking even more confident.

"Begin!" The call to start the second round began and I tore at Natalia. Apparently they didn't have form tackles in Europe as she had no idea how to defend it and was brought down to the mat. I nearly got a choke in but the Russian girl used her strength to fight me off. I did manage to roll her over and get her belly down on the mat. In one motion I plucked the little bow that held her top on and in another I pulled her arm into a submission hold. Natalia yelped at my surprising humiliation and then groaned in pain and tapped the mat.

I backed off of her and waited to see the expression on her face. When she rolled over I caught an eyeful of her delicious, if somewhat small, chest. And on her face was nothing. No smiling, not anger, nothing. I was unsettled in that moment. Most girls would have been angry or sad or ready to tear me apart. Natalia was as unfathomable as ever. The sexual degradations mulling around behind that mask once again came to mind. That was something I would simply not tolerate.

Before either of us knew it we were back at our starting positions and rearing for combat. The judges were happy to oblige with a quick "Begin!" and Natalia rushed at me. She seized me before I could evade the rush again and threw me to the mat. The Russian girl had already gotten a taste of my agility and perfectly predicted how I would dodge. This prescient knowledge was used to return my ass to the mat. We struggled mightily. Or I guess I should say I struggled mightily- Natalia looked like she was in complete control of her emotions as she pried and pulled and pushed, eager to find any chink in my armor. Eventually she found one in the form of an excruciating choke.

I fought. Tapping seemed like worse than an admission of defeat. It was almost a permission, a permission to violate me sexually and rob my dignity. I could feel myself turning blue, losing my oxygen by the millisecond. But I held on and didn't tap- with a quick turn and a quicker push I was free from the choke and sprang at her again. This time I was the one on top and I used my dominant position to secure a submission.

Natalia tried to be like me. She tried to hold off on tapping as long as she could to prove she was as tough as I was. To prove that she wasn't intimidated. But most of all she was a smart fighter and she knew that she was truly in a bind. She tapped before I broke her arm ad I once again backed off, trying to figure out her reaction. For the most part it was much the same. Unfeeling green eyes, a drop of sweat, normal breathing. But the twitch of her lips revealed her true emotions. Natalia was getting mad.

I breathed deeply as I walked back to my spot. Natalia returned to her starting spot once again and we danced our dance once more. We charged at each other and met in the middle with a loud reverberating sound. I could feel more of Natalia's strength brought to bear against me. Despite that, I was victorious in our little fight and I threw her to the mat. She thought I was going to choke her and brought her guard up. My mind was on somewhat more salacious thoughts, as I made an attempt at her bikini bottoms and deftly pulled the strings. The Russian girl would have to fight naked now, and she would have to try to survive through my vicious leg submission.

She didn't. Natalia tapped the mat and a second after the judges called time. Natalia stood up to reveal a perfectly shaved pussy. I honestly didn't know what to expect from a Russian girl. The anger began rippling through Natalia's face. She was used to ripping through girls like a Russian bear through, well, everything. I knew this final round wouldn't be as much about winning as it would be surviving. I hazarded a second look at her. She was giving me a death glare.

I turned away and gulped. It was stupid to show my fear to my opponent. While I succeeded in hiding my trepidation from Natalia I was wonderfully successful in showing my fear to Rebecca. She laughed at me and whispered something in Jessica's ear. Jessica began laughing too. I flipped them the bird and that just prompted them to cackle even more. I began feeling a little bit murderous too as I wheeled back to the starting spot.

Natalia kept up the death glare. Honestly, I was sort of impressed with how intimidating she looked. My ponderings were punctuated by a sharp "Begin!" from the sidelines. Natalia only took three or so long strides and she was on top of me. I tried to fall away to dodge it but Natalia was right on top of me. Not only did she predict that I would dodge, but she knew which way I would go. Her understanding of wrestling was so evolved that she could guess how I would develop during a match. And she was mad.

Natalia quickly yanked the strings of my bottoms and flipped me over into a painful leg hold. Some girls might have taken the opportunity to play with my now exposed pussy and score some style points. The Russian girl was only intent on causing pain, and pain she caused which led to me humiliatingly tapping that mat. The meager crowd cheered for her as she stood up. If looks could kill they would all be dead but unfortunately I had still yet to acquire superpowers. Those superpowers might have come in handy against a monster such as Natalia.

I did my best to get them as quickly as I could. It didn't look like any were coming and the call to begin heralded another vicious attack from Natalia. I tried to go forward to meet her. My efforts were rewarded with a sharp pain in my ass from being thrown down to the mat and Natalia clambering for my limbs on top of me. The crowd would be forgiven for only thinking I made a token effort as not only was I stripped of my bikini top but I was forced into one of the most devastating arm submissions I had ever encountered.
There was no attempt to even try to hold out on this one. I tapped the mat rapidly as I did everything I could to get the pain to end. I had started up this round but I had the sinking feeling that I was coming way down. All of my doubts were gushing forward in the form of small defeat after small defeat. I clenched my fist. To get back in it, I was going to have to try something a little bit bold, a little bit crazy.

We both walked back to our starting spots and my mind churned, trying to find strategies of attack. The call to begin interrupted my brain storming session but my mind quickly went blank. Natalia looked a little bit surprised as I recklessly charged at her. My intrepidity paid off and I quickly planted Natalia into the mat. Our naked bodies slid all over each other as we grunted and grimaced. Every time I vied to make a move she countered expertly. Any movement to find a better spot was met with a countermove.

For a second, I thought all of my boldness would just wind up making me tired. Then I came upon a golden opportunity. For a split second, for just a fraction of a moment, she gave me an opening to her head. I moved up and began smothering her with my breasts. Her muffled cries came with a powerful push to get me off her but I remained, humiliating and naked and strong, right on top of her. She rewarded me with a tap on my back and I relented.

The look of pure contempt she shot me was withering but I did not fade. I felt that the degrading breast smother was enough to push me towards victory. The only question that remained was whether or not I could survive the onslaught that was sure to come in these dying moments of the mat. I went back to my starting position and prepared myself to weather this furious Russian storm. Natalia knew the desperation of her situation and looked like a braying racehorse ready to burst from the gates.

When the judge called go, burst she did, right at me. She threw me down to the ground but I was just as quickly back up and fighting off Natalia once again. She clawed for any gap desperately trying to find any way she could to return me to the mat. I stayed up and stayed strong, and soon the judge announced time.

The match was over. I had won. A judge came over and lifted my arm. I beamed at Natalia before disappearing into the locker room only to emerge a few seconds later with my strap on. I grabbed a fistful of Natalia's sweaty blonde hair and dragged her over to the wall.

"You like being rough, huh? I will show you fucking rough." I pushed her down on her knees and her head back against the wall. Then to put it mildly, I was rough. I jammed my strap-on in and out of her mouth and each thrust of my hips was deeper than the last. The gasping and choking and sputtering was borderline pathetic and I nearly wore myself out using her face as my own personal fuck toy.

That was really selfish on my part, I must admit. So I decided to use the rest of her body as my own personal fuck toy. I bent her over, doggy style, with her face right up against the wall. And I was hardcore. Her body responded in all sorts of pleasing and wonderful ways. Her low moans gave away her ecstasy as did her lovely little twitches. I felt like a war goddess with my captive as I began plowing Natalia relentlessly.

My toy went deep into her and her groans betrayed her passion. She loved it, I knew it and I was exploiting that. Her face hit the wall a few times and even that did not abate the pleasure that was coursing around her body. Finally the Russian girl came in a convulsing twitching orgasm that rocked her body.

She flopped down on the mat and rolled over and looked at me. The green eyes that were once so fierce, so threatening had been glossed over by sexual euphoria. I bent over, prepared to enter her again, when a judge called time. I stood up and cast a long look at Rebecca and Jessica. You two are next, I thought. I quit the wrestling mat for the privacy of the locker room again. The air was cool and calming and I sat down on the bench.

Hopefully, I did enough to get into the tourney. I didn't know when the entrants would be announced. But it would mean glory, it would mean fun. And against Samantha, it might mean redemption.

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May 14, 2018 in bdsm

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