...Will Let Any Woman Cm Between Them
by Valerie
Follow up to "Lovers Who Dominate Together...", your girlfriend tries to best Kelly


During the month following your second humiliation, Kelly quickly progressed
with her fighting lessons. While still lacking my strength and experience, her
technique was excellent. The lessons took on an extra impetus when I told her
that I had a strange conversation with "The Queen's Dungeon" management.
Apparently, some bimbo had phoned asking about "an afternoon beginner's
tryout". Management had tried to tell her there was no such thing, but said
they'd check once she mentioned my name(apparently in very unflattering terms,
although I can't imagine why). After I was told about the phone call and
queried about its meaning, I told the messenger not to worry and gave a date
and time when the 'doll' could show up, if she had the guts. After staring at
me in puzzlement, they left to relay the message, shaking their head.

So here we are another two weeks later. Kelly, her 5'9" 40D-26-38 figure
squeezed into a (*) bikini, is standing excitedly in her corner shuffling the
white running shoes on her feet, her sandy blonde hair down over her shoulders
and her brown eyes sparkling. Your blonde-haired, blue-eyed girlfriend is
across the ring in grey running shoes wearing a hot pink sports bra and
purple, knee-length leggings on her 5'10" 40D-26-36 figure.

As a reward for helping me get to know Kelly, I've asked Andrea to referee the
bout, so I could sit back and enjoy. That changes, however, when I see you
coming down the aisle to ringside.

"Ah, isn't that sweet," I say sarcastically looking from her to you and back
again. "The boyfriend has come to watch his loser lady get humiliated again.
You must really get off on seeing her being dominated. Probably the only way
you can get it up."

"My ex-boyfriend," she answers sharply. "I don't really care whether he's here
or not. And we'll see who can get up after I take care of your girl toy,
because then I'm coming after you."

I just smile at her bravado. Despite the fact that she's a lot more buffed
than when she fought me, I know I'll be resting even if she does manage to
beat Kelly. And I'm used to fighting regularly. I don't know what training
she's been doing, but if she'd been making a name for herself fighting
anywhere (and she hadn't), I would have known about it. I feel too much for
Kelly to expose her to anything really dangerous.

Andrea calls the two women to the centre of the ring, where they stare each
other down while she gives them their instructions. When they acknowledge
their understanding and readiness with quick nods, she sends them back into
their corners. She yells "Go!" and the fem fighters quickly advance toward
each other.

Kelly surprises me, not to mention your candy-ass girlfriend, by jumping up in
the air and executing a drop kick, catching her in the upper chest and
knocking her to the mat on her back. Kelly lands softly on the mat and
immediately scrabbles over to her opponent. She grabs the blonde's locks,
pulls her to her feet and starts throwing short, crisp punches into the
midsection. I smile with pride as I watch the blows drive the wind out of your
girlfriend's body. When she stops punching and lets go, your girlfriend
staggers backward to the corner.

Showing inexperience and overconfidence, Kelly charges into the corner after
her. My warning shout is too late as your girlfriend takes a step out and
drives her right knee up into the midsection of my hard charging beauty. Kelly
is barely able to get both hands out in front to counter the blow, but it
still gets her with enough force to not only stop the charge, but also to
cause her to stumble backward and fall to the mat.

Kelly slowly rolls over and gets to her feet near the centre of the ring as
your girlfriend gathers her wits. Seeing Kelly's situation, she quickly moves
to take advantage. Once again my shouted warning goes unheeded. Just as Kelly
straightens up, your girlfriend raises her right hand and swings it, striking
Kelly on the left side of the face. Kelly howls in pain as her head spins to
the right, hair flying. She manages to recover quickly, however, and is able
to return the favour to your girlfriend's face bringing a similar reaction.

Anger flashes in both pairs of eyes. Your girlfriend attempts the face smack
again, but Kelly quickly brings up her left to block it. Then just as I taught
her, she drives a right uppercut into your girlfriend's solar plexus. The
anger on her face turns instantly to pain as the air explodes from her body in
a loud grunt. She doubles over gasping with both arms wrapped around her
pained midsection.

Kelly, more cautiously this time, moves to your girlfriend's right side and
presses down on her back with both hands. Kelly then starts using her right
leg to drive knee lifts up into her full right breast. I cheer my approval as
each blow squashes your girlfriend's plentiful orb back up into her chest.
Anxiously, you begin shouting encouragement. Your girlfriend responds by
blindly swinging out her right arm and catching Kelly in the stomache.

The blow is only hard enough to end that tactic as Kelly quickly recovers,
shaking off the pain. Kelly manuevres in behind your girlfriend who is
staggering while still bent over, and drives a two-handed chop down into her
right kidney. With a howl of pain, your girlfriend's body contorts, then
stiffens, before collapsing to the mat on the right side.

Kelly now knows she is in charge. She waits behind your girlfriend while she
gathers herself. Once she is on her hands and knees, Kelly comes around to her
right side and uses her right leg to perform a soccer kick right into
midsection. With another loud protest of pain, your girlfriend flips in the
air and comes down on her back, hands across her aching guts. Kelly goes over
and uses her right foot to stomp your girlfriend's left breast, until she
brings up hands to try and ward off the blows. Kelly then starts stomping the
unprotected midsection.

As I wildly cheer Kelly's application of my lessons, I look up to see that you
have climbed up to the ring apron, concern and embarrassment etched in your
face. Suspecting you might try to interfere, I point at you while yelling at
Andrea. Being the dutiful referee, Andrea turns toward you to make sure you
keep your place. Kelly, meanwhile, grabs your girlfriend by the hair and drags
her across the ring to the ropes farthest away from you. Stepping out through
the ropes, she pulls her to her feet. Kelly then uses the top two ropes to tie
up your girlfriend's arms just as she has seen me do to many an opponent.

Certain that you can't stand much more and are set to interfere, I sneak
around the outside of the ring toward you. You are totally engrossed watching
Kelly slash lefts and rights into your girlfriend's now pink and swollen
midsection. After several minutes, Kelly takes a breather to make sure she
isn't losing any steam from her punches. Deciding this might be your best
chance to help, you start to climb through the ropes. As you do, I climb up
unto the ring apron, then follow you through the ropes.

When Kelly hears the movement of the ropes, she turns around. "Hey, Andrea -
uhh, I mean ref," she yells pointing at you. "Illegal interference!"

Andrea turns in your direction, then takes a step towards you. "No, no. You
have to go back," she orders. You and Andrea meet in the middle of the ring.
She stands looking up at you and pointing back to the corner. "You have to
return to your seat or I'll disqualify your girlfriend."

"Like that's going to make any difference," you respond with a whine.

Since it appears you are going to ignore her, I sneak up behind you. At that
moment you suddenly realize I am no longer where I had been. Glances at Kelly
and Andrea finally allow your super computer of a brain to figure it out. You
whip around quickly, looking surprised and annoyed. Uncertainty then creeps
into your eyes as you try to decide what to do next. Seizing the opportunity,
I flick up my right foot and catch you in the solar plexus, driving the air
out of your body and causing you to double over. A knee lift to the chest
straightens you up, then a spinning leg kick to the midsection knocks you to
the mat on your back, moaning loudly.

"I'll get some cuffs," I say as I slide underneath the bottom rope and the go
down under the ring apron. When I come back up, I'm delighted to see both
Kelly and Andrea stomping on your chest and stomache.

"Thanks, ladies," I call out. "Here, Andrea, give me a hand and we'll cuff him
to the ring post. Kelly, don't forget the bimbo." Kelly nods and

heads back toward your girlfriend who is now wiggling her shoulders and arms
to try and get out of the ropes.

Andrea grabs one arm and I grab the other, and while you are still on your
back we drag you to the nearest ring post and cuff you, ignoring your pitiful
protests. Once you're in place and we think we've heard enough, we get up and
resume stomping on your midsection, reducing your complaints to painful moans
and groans.

I look up to check on Kelly and see she is struggling with your girlfriend to
get her left arm back into the ropes. Your girlfriend manages to free the arm
from Kelly's grip and swing it wildly at her, catching her in the chest. Kelly
straightens up with a loud gasp. Your girlfriend then manages to free her
right arm. Before I can shout a warning or intervene, your girlfriend swings
her right arm in a big arc and slaps Kelly on the left side face just as she
had done before. With a cry of pain, Kelly spins to her right and staggers
face first into the corner. Encouraged by the result of this tactic, your
girlfriend follows her. Kelly manages to quickly turn around and look over her
right shoulder. Seeing your girlfriend approaching, with perfect timing she
kicks up her right leg catching the bimbo square in the guts producing an
explosive grunt. Your girlfriend's body folds in half around Kelly's foot, and
remains frozen there when Kelly brings her foot back to the mat.

- to be continued -