. . . Won't Just Let Any Woman Come Between Them
by Valerie
Your girlfriend tries to best Kelly in the follow-up to “Lovers Who Dominate together . . .


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 suddenly took on an extra impetus when I
told her that I had 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, the messenger left to relay the
information, head shaking.

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. Veronica, 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 can 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. "'Lover boy' 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," Veronica answers sharply. "I really don't 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. Her tiredness from completing a match plus lack of fighting
experience would mean she'd have that much less about her than would be
required to beat me. Besides, 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 down
each other 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 with
her left hand, pulls her to her feet and starts throwing short, crisp rights
into the midsection. I smile with pride as I watch the blows drive the wind
out of Veronica's body. When she stops punching and lets go, she staggers
backward to the corner.

Showing inexperience and overconfidence, Kelly charges into the corner after
her. My warning shout is too late as Veronica takes a step out and drives her
right foot 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 not only to 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
Veronica 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 Veronica's face bringing a similar reaction.

Anger flashes in both pairs of eyes. Veronica 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 Veronica'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 her plentiful orb back up against her chest. Anxiously, you
begin shouting at your girlfriend to fight back. She responds by blindly
swinging out her right arm and catching Kelly in the stomach.

The blow is only hard enough to stop Kelly's attack, so she quickly recovers,
shaking off the pain. She manuevres in behind Veronica 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 its right side.

Kelly now knows she is in charge. She waits behind Veronica while she gathers
herself. Once she gets to her hands and knees, Kelly comes around to her right
side and uses her right leg to perform a soccer kick right into the
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 on your
face. Suspecting you might try to interfere, I point at you while yelling at
Andrea. Being the dutiful referee, Andrea turns toward you and puts up her
hand as a warning for you keep your place. Kelly, meanwhile, grabs Veronica 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 without taking action, I sneak around
the outside of the ring toward you. You are totally engrossed watching Kelly
slash lefts and rights into Veronica'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
climb through the ropes and start to head toward them. 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've just come
from. "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 while
moving toward the fighters.

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 then 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 Veronica 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 Veronica, trying 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 upper chest.
Kelly straightens up with a loud gasp. Veronica then manages to free her right
arm. Before I can shout a warning, she swings her right arm in a big arc and
punches Kelly right on the bellybutton. With a loud grunt, Kelly doubles over,
both hands wrapped across her belly. Your girlfriend then uses her open right
to slap Kelly on the left side face even harder than she had done before. With
a loud cry of pain, Kelly spins to her right and staggers head first into the
corner. Encouraged by the result of this tactic, your girlfriend goes in after
her.

- to be continued -