The Hotel Scuffle - III




I was determined, prepared, motivated. I'd spent the last few days detoxing,
training hard and readying myself as much as I could for my final one on one
with Jane. We discussed it during our last fight, or more accurately, I was
hanging between her legs, immobilised in a partial camel clutch, when she told
me that she'd never partner me in a fight unless I could beat her solo.

I was going to beat her ass solo!

She had arranged the venue. There would only be the two of us so a large hotel
room was obviously unnecessary. She texted me with the location and the room
number and I arrived at the time she said with my gym bag over my shoulder and
knocked on the door.

Jane pulled the door open, she was already dressed for the match. Her light
olive skin gave her Indian half away easily as did her long black hair already
wound into a high ponytail. She didn't have a large chest but what was there
was tightly wrapped in a black spandex crop top that dropped just under her
breasts and left her midriff espoused. It had short sleeves that went down
about half the length of her biceps and hugged her lean figure tightly. One
her bottom half she wore black hot pants, or in fact they were more like short
shorts, about three inches long at their longest point. For a woman
approaching forty, nearly fifteen years older than me, she looked stunning as
she stood in the doorway, almost posing to get me distracted already.

'Hey.' She said lowering her head slightly and looking over the top of her
thick rimmed glasses.

'Hey.' I said, sliding past her into the room as she turned sideways to make
room.

Jane closed and bolted the door behind her. We didn't want any uninvited
guests coming in during our match.

The hotel room was more like a mini suite. The main bedroom area was taken up
by the queen-sized bed which Jane had already stripped to the sheet. A small
sofa was beyond that and a bathroom right by the entrance door. A large
opening led into another similar sized area with two sofas against the wall.
Jane had already moved the table in there out of the way giving us a roughly
5x5 meter square area to fight in addition to the main room. Cramped, but at
least it would mean neither of us would be able to get away from the other.

Jane brushed past me and returned to the sofa, picking up the cigarette she
had been smoking she took a drag, 'I've had a sneak around,' she said, 'the
rooms around us are all empty, so nobody will hear you scream for me.' She
laughed.

'Not this time Jane, this time I'm having you for lunch.'

'Oooh.' Said Jane, 'Tough talk, just like last time. How did that work out for
you?' she said darkly.

'Bad enough.' I had to agree, 'But I had you at one point, you were fuckin
lucky.'

Jane just laughed, 'Yeah, just keep telling yourself that.'

During out last fight, a tag team match, I had managed to bind Janes arms
behind her back with a leather strap. I had her at my mercy and was in the
process of beating a submission from her but her tag team partner intervened.
Long story, but suffice to say, I was soon at her mercy, and she tortured the
hell out of me for calling her an Indian bitch in a moment of anger, trapped
in a submission hold, she took her time forcing multiple submissions from me
before she ended it.

'You've got no partner to help you this time, just you and me.'

'Hmm, didn't you get trapped in a reverse headscissors last time? And you only
got out when your partner booted me in the stomach huh?'

She was right, I could only exhale and drop my gym bag on the bed.

'I'd have crushed your head like a grapefruit, you'd have tapped like a little
bitch a few seconds later and you know it. You're two for zero up against me
boy, soon to the three. Go in there and get changed.' She giggled and pointed
at the bathroom.

She was trying to annoy me I knew it. The truth was that Jane was an extremely
dangerous opponent. Ok, she might have been a few inches shorter than me and a
good deal lighter but she was tenacious, highly aggressive, technically
skilled and she had a high pain threshold, giving her good resistance to basic
submission holds. Add to that her general sadism and mean temper and you had
somebody you would be terrified of losing to. I had, twice, and both times she
took great pleasure in making me beg.

I stripped and pulled on my lycra cycling shorts. Tight fitting and, more
importantly, hard for Jane to pull off without my cooperation. I looked in the
mirror and psyched myself up before returning to the bedroom and seating
myself on the edge of the bed, facing Jane on the sofa. We had to both go over
the rules and agree any limits. Last time it was supposed to be straight
grappling with light, open palm strikes. However, within a few minutes, both
Jane and I were throwing full strength punches and her powerful legs were
swung over and over into my sides.

'Why don't we just go at it huh? Anything goes?' said Jane, 'I mean, within a
few seconds we're both going to rough each other up so why hold back?'

I nodded in response, 'No small joints, no eyes and no kicks to the head when
down.' Jane agreed, 'Sure. Submissions only, want to stretch this out?' she
smiled at me.

What did she mean, 'Huh?' I replied.

'I'll have one submission out of you too quickly.' She said matter-of-factly,
'and as much as I'm looking forwards to fucking you again on my terms, I would
like some kind of workout along the way, so how about ... first to three
submissions?'

Three?! I hadn't even been able to get even one tap out of Jane across two
fights! But I was not about to shy away and look weak, 'Ok.'

Jane shook her head and smiled widely as she stubbed out her cigarette, 'You
just talked yourself into a long, long night of pain kid.'

Jane reached into her bag and withdrew a set of handcuffs, holding them up she
smiled at me before placing the bracelets on the bedside table. I gulped as
she pulled a bundle of thin ropes and tossed them to the side of the room.
'For afterwards.' She said, her voice dripping with anticipation. Jane was as
skilled with a rope as she was wrestling. I had to win this, I had to, or I
could imagine I'd be in for a long night with nobody around to call it off if
she became too rough. NO! I was going to win this. She'd be the one hogtied
with a mouthful of cock, I'd humiliate her for the two defeats she'd handed
me, I'd make sure of it.

I followed Jane into the other seating area and we faced off. After we had
stared at each other for a few seconds Jane stepped in close, hands on hips
and an arrogant grin on her face as she looked up at me, 'I'm gonne fuck you
up ... bitch!' she hissed.

Rather than respond, I quickly placed my palms on her shoulders and shoved her
back hard. Jane immediately came back at me, the fight was on.

We immedicably locked up, trying to get hands on each other shoulders and push
each other down. Me being slightly heavier, could drive Jane back a few steps
but she sidestepped and slipped around me each time, keeping me off balance.
Eventually, Jane worked her way inside my guard and slipped an arm around me
before swiping her leg at mine, trying to trip me. I hopped back trying to
keep away from the trip attempt and push her away but she was tenacious,
eventually hooking my leg with hers and pushing me sideways to the ground. She
fell with me drove a knee into my side as I rolled over and tried to get back
to my knees. I felt the impact but I saw it coming so I kept the air in my
lungs. Jane mounted my back in a second and wrapped her arms around my waist,
taking my back. Now I had to be careful as I felt her hook her legs around and
then between mine, her legs were strong and more than a match for mine. Jane
uncoupled her hands from my front and a second later I felt a sharp pain in my
back as she drove an elbow down onto my shoulder. Yelping in pain I collapsed
flat onto the floor with Jane still in control of my back. Instinctively
rolling onto my butt I tried to sit up with Jane still attached to my waist. I
managed it, but quickly, she separated her legs, forcing mine apart with her
ankles hooked under my knees. Simultaneously, she slipped her arms up under my
armpits, pushing my arms over my head and forcing me into a full nelson. Now
she pulled me back on top of her, with my arms tightly secured over my head
and my legs spread wide. I twisted my waist quickly, I had to free at least
one leg, if she managed to part my limbs too far I wouldn't be able to
struggle, then it would just be a matter of time.

'Too easy, I gotcha!' she gasped behind be as she forced my arms to cross over
my head, her own arms were like iron bars behind my neck as she stretched my
shoulders out. I didn't even bother to try and free them, they were lost, but
I could still bridge and twist, so I did so frantically.

It was working, Jane was struggling to keep control of my legs as I raised my
waist and rotated my hips trying to drag a leg free from her own. For seconds
she worked hard, pulling me sharply from side to side, trying to counter my
twists as my legs parted further and further. Now my muscles were starting to
burn on my inner thighs. It was make or break time, either get out of the
hold, or I'd be locked up and have to submit, most likely after several
minutes of painful torture. Pausing for a second to make her think I'd given
up I heard her laugh, 'Tired already?' she said as she applied nasty pressure
to the back of my neck. 'How about a few screams for me boy?' she added as I
felt the power in her legs winding up.

Quickly, I thrust up and twisted with all I had, straining to bend my leg at
the knee and slip if out from Janes legspread. For a moment, it looked futile,
but finally, I dragged my right leg free. My left followed quickly and I drew
my knees up as she rolled to the side having lost her base.

'Fucking bastard!' she snarled and crushed my arms together again. It hurt
like hell but it was not enough to make me submit. We lay on our sides with
Jane still holding me tightly in the full nelson, she tried to bring her leg
over to hook it between mine again but I kept my legs out away from hers. We
shuffled around awkwardly on the floor, me unable to escape, Jane unable to
force a submission. Jane got to her knees, pulling me up to a sitting
position, still with her arms locked around mine and her forearms pressing
into the back of my neck. She pressed up tightly behind me and continued
forcing my head down and my arms together.

'How hard do you want to make this huh?' she said through heavy breaths, 'You
like getting fucked up by me I think.' I drew my knees up to my chest, wedging
my knees against my forehead to try and stop her pushing my head down any
further. 'Fuck you slut!' I replied to a laughing gasp from Jane, 'Oh you
little cunt.' She replied as we remained still, each unable to do much more
from this position.

I had an idea, it was weak and pathetic to do it but I had no choice. I bent
my arm at the elbow and was able to grab a handful of her hair. Tugging
sharply, I yanked her head to an awkward angle with the black strands wrapped
around my fingers. Jane screamed aloud, straining against me as I pulled her
hair. She stood, pulling me with her as I yanked as hard as I could with the
limited movement available to my arms. Janes head bent down and her neck
twisted. I felt the tightness of her arms falter as she released the full
nelson. I twisted around quickly and pushed her back, needing a few seconds to
compose myself.

The full nelson had taken a lot out of me. Jane had wrung my neck pretty good
and it was only sheer effort in pulling her hair that avoided a pretty
humiliating submission. I shoved her back hard as I stood sending her a few
steps away before she could get her balance back. I tried to rush her and jump
on her back but she spun around on her heel and raised her leg, stepping her
foot forward neatly into my midriff. I stopped dead in my tracks, my legs
going from under me and landed in a sitting position on my ass, my lungs empty
of any air.

Before I knew it, Jane was on top of me again, pushing me down onto my back
and trapping my arms under her legs. Still unable to breath I could only look
up at her as she raised an open palm and brought it crashing across my face.
It stung like hell and was immediately followed by the back of the same hand
as she whipped her arm back across. I tried a weak bridge but I hadn't yet
recovered enough strength and Jane easily rode it out, keeping me tightly
pinned on the floor before unloading with another couple of slaps, left and
right across my cheeks. I had been in this position with Jane before and I
knew that I had to fight back quickly. The slaps, although individually quite
weak, would wear me down pretty quickly, leaving me dazed and open to a quick
submission. I tried to bridge again but got even less height this time, Jane's
ass landing firmly back on my stomach as she raised her hand for another slap,
panting heavily as she exerted. Another two heavy slaps detonated across my
face as I was finally able to get some air back into my lungs.

Taking a breath, I strained against the pin, twisting my body and trying to
pull my arms free from under Janes toned legs. Jane stopped slapping and tried
to hold my shoulders down, 'No you fucking don't.' she gasped, a few drops of
sweat falling from her face onto me. I made a little progress, getting an
elbow free before Jane changed tac, ramming her right forearm down across my
neck and going face to face with me. Pressure built on my throat as she pushed
harder, glaring into my eyes like a woman possessed to win. 'Fucking tap!' she
spat as I felt my eyes starting to bulge, but I was not ready to give up yet.
Even if I wanted to, my arms were still trapped and I could not possibly have
spoken. Jane snarled and continued to press her arm across my neck, moving her
limb upwards a little to push against the underside of my chin. I focused all
my efforts on pulling my right arm out from under Janes leg, it was my only
hope.

Jane was smiling now, clearly enjoying watching me choke close up. Giggling,
she lowered her head and took my bottom lip between her teeth, biting down
gently as I gurgled, trying desperately to stay conscious. As I felt the flesh
of my lip twist between her teeth I made one final effort, tugging my right
arm free! Immediately, I struck her, open palmed in the side of the head.
Gasping in shock, I shoved her head hard, unbalancing her and freeing me left
arm as she sat back upright. Before she could compose herself, I pumped a
punch into her exposed stomach, not much power from the position I was it but
enough to shock her and allow me to buck her off to the side.

Clear air refilled my lungs causing me to cough and splutter as I got back to
my knees. Jane was laughing as she got back to her own knees and faced me,
'Almost had you there.' She laughed.

I rubbed my neck and nodded, 'Almost.' I agreed.

Jane lunged at me again. I was weak at this point, having suffered through two
close submission attempts and I was desperate for some respite. My breathing
was heavy and laboured as I tried to brace for Janes attack, failing miserably
to stop her from driving a knee into my chest and knocking me back onto the
floor as she hopped up onto her feet.

I groaned as I landed heavily on my back. I was really doing badly here. How
the fuck was Jane so strong and quick? How did she never seem to get tired? I
knew her well and I knew she smoked twenty a day and ate more junk food than a
middle schooler. I rolled onto my stomach, not wanting to have her on top of
me again, but Jane had other ideas.

As I was on all fours I heard her bare feet bound across the room, bringing
her to stand over me. She slipped her left arm around my waist again and
started to pull me to my feet. She was strong, easily dragging me up.
Suddenly, her right arms whipped around from behind me and across my throat
again. Before I could think, she pulled me sharply backwards, dragging me to
the ground between her bronzed legs and snapping her thighs around my waist as
we hit the carpet. Jane tightened the choke around my neck again and slipped
her left arm behind my head to brace against her right. In a matter of
seconds, she had me in a tight rear naked choke.

My fighting spirit boiled, reaching behind my head I gripped her left wrist
and pulled hard for all I was worth. I had to stop her locking me up with her
arms or she would have me asleep in seconds. I had seen her do it in one of
her other matches where I was a spectator and I knew I was going to have a
hard time escaping from this. I gritted my teeth as Jane used her right arm to
tighten against my throat in the crook of her elbow, putting pressure on the
sides of my neck supplying my brain with precious blood. With immense effort,
I pulled her left arm out from behind my head, levering it clear as she
growled defiantly in my ear.

I clawed at her right arm next while still trying to keep hold of her left. We
were both getting slippery with sweat, making my attempt to slip my fingers
under her right arm easier, but leaving me unable to get a firm grip. We were
almost at stalemate, but she was still bending her right arm around my neck,
squeezing me. My strength would not last for ever I knew. Jane wrenched her
left arm free of my grip and slipped it behind my head again, restoring the
tightness of the RNC.

I groaned in despair as she locked the RNC in again. Jane laughed through her
own panting exertion as I tried to prise her left arm away again, reaching
awkwardly behind my head where she was sandwiching my neck between her arms. I
planted my feet on the floor and tried to roll sideways, just to cause some
kind of distraction. Jane quickly swapped her body scissors for a tight body
triangle, hooking her left leg over her ankle as her right leg crossed my
stomach. Tightness there now as well as she continued to crush me mercilessly
with both her arms and legs. I pulled her left arm out again, gripping her
slippery wrist for all I was worth and slowly pulling her straining arm out as
if we were engaged in some kind of weird angled arm wrestling competition.

'Fucker!' hissed Jane, squeezing me painfully with her legs, 'I will have
you!' she added as she compressed my midsection.

I suddenly realised that I had not been able to take a full breath for nearly
a minute, between being choked and having my gut crushed between her legs. My
muscles were starting to cramp up from lack of oxygen. I whimpered at the
realisation and felt my arms getting weaker. Jane was able to once again slip
her left arm behind my head and grip her opposite bicep, overpowering my
attempt to resist and bracing the RNC tightly as she did the same with her
right hand, locking me up tightly even as I struggled.

She had me. Now she cranked up the pressure steadily, her hot breath blasting
me in the side of the head as her legs compressed around my torso like iron
bars, tightening up steadily, leading to an inevitable end. Her rear naked
choke tightened up slower, no doubt, Jane wanted me to pass out slowly,
drawing her submissions out in her typical sadistic way.

'Oh yeah, got you this time baby!' she huffed as I tugged weakly at her arms,
now unable to do anything more than gurgle and splutter as she choked me out.
My hands slipped up and down her arms, looking for something to grapple on to
but finding nothing along the slick lengths of muscled limb.

Jane twisted her body, wrenching me from side to side, as much to show me that
she was still strong as well as to make me even more uncomfortable as her
laughter cut through my ego brutally. The strength in my arms faded and they
dropped to my sides, draping around Janes upper thighs as she upped the
pressure on my neck. There was no point tapping. I knew Jane, she was going to
put me to sleep, no matter what I did.

My vision darkened quickly as she braced her arms for the finale, squeezing
both my torso and neck painfully and rendering my unconscious in her grasp.

I opened my eyes to a slight buzzing noise in my ears. After effects of being
choked out I guessed. Lying on my side in the hotel room I tried to move,
finding that my wrists had been cuffed behind me. Bitch! Coughing lightly, I
rolled onto my back as my vision cleared. Jane was seated on the sofa by the
coffee table drinking from a water bottle. 'Awake?' she laughed, capping the
bottle and standing up.

'How long was I out?' I croaked.

'Maybe two minutes.' Said Jane walking over to me lying prone on my back.
Stepping astride me she looked down at me, hands on hips and a smirk on her
face, 'Submit?' she asked, raising an eyebrow.

'Fuck you.' I replied.

'Only if you win, and you're not going to win with those cuffs on, are you?'
she laughed. 'You submit now, and I'll take them off, then we can go again. If
you refuse, I beat the crap out of you until you do submit, then I'll take
them off and we go again, I'm fine with either option but you'd have more
chance I think if you haven't gone through a round of torture from me?'

I averted my eyes, angrily rolling my jaw. She was right, and I knew very well
what Jane was capable of when it came to painful torture rounds.

'How about I stretch you out in a grapevine huh? Wanna look me in the eye and
beg while I split you in half?'

I gulped, looking up at her with dread.

I sighed, 'I submit.'

Jane beamed a wide smile down at me, 'Good choice, and far less stubborn than
our last few meetings. Jane squatted between my legs, and to my shock, pulled
my shorts off, taking a moment to grin at me malevolently as she tossed them
away to the side of the room.

Jane pulled me up to a sitting position and removed the handcuffs. It was 1-0
to her. She needed only two more submissions to win.

'Here.' She said handing me the bottle of water after she replaced the cuffs
on the bedside table. I took the plastic bottle gratefully and took a few
sips, rubbing my neck gently. Jane simply stood a few feet away, a sickly
smile on her lips watching me recover, 'If you want, you can crawl over here,
kiss my feet and beg to end the match now? If you do I promise to be ... more
gentle with you than I will if you keep fighting me.'

I struggled to my feet slowly and tossed the empty water bottle to the side of
the room, 'Not a fucking chance.' I replied, more confidently than I felt.

Jane bit her lower lip in an unnecessarily sultry manner, 'I was hoping you'd
say that. You ready?'

I nodded, squaring my stance. One nil down, and as far from victory as I had
ever been against this hot package of sadism and pain, now naked and
vulnerable.

The second fall started with little pretence of wrestling. Jane rushed at me
and swung a leg into my side. I only just managed to drop my arm to take most
of the strike but she followed up quickly with a left cross that caught me on
the cheek and made me stagger back. The sting of pain in my face spurred me on
and I launched myself back at her quickly. We circled each other for about a
minute, swinging away and hitting each other, mostly on the arms. A couple of
open palmed slaps found their mark on Janes face and she herself swung her
legs at me a few more times. I was finding myself getting bruised and battered
slowly whereas my own strikes didn't really seem to be doing too much damage.
Jane eventually tired of the exchanging of blows and moved in again to grab
me. In only a few seconds we both went to the floor again, rolling around and
trying to get on top of each other in the small second room, Jane trying to
strike me with her knees every time she got close to the top position, me
kicking out her supporting leg each time and trying to get her on her back.

Strangely, I got the upper hand, throwing myself on her chest and going
deadweight. Before Jane could try anything else I swung a leg over her,
avoiding her attempts to scissor the leg, and found myself straddling her
stomach. Quickly, I grabbed her wrists and slammed her arms down either side
of her head, pinning her firmly.

Jane squirmed furiously and tried to buck me off her. I struggled to stay on
top and managed to ride her out as she thrusted her hips up and tried to turn
her body. Now that I was naked, the contact with her body was starting to get
me hot between the legs and I laughed as I felt my arousal building. Jane
snarled and spat at me. I had forgotten she was a spitter, and a biter. Her
spit flecked my face but I refused to release a wrist to wipe it off as I'm
sure she was hoping. As she bucked and bucked, I was inching up her body
slowly towards her head. As she sank back to the floor after another attempt
to throw me off, I sprang up on my knees, quickly scooting up and sitting on
her chest, coming down hard and driving the air from her lungs with an audible
"ooff" from her lips. With her arms now pinned under my shins, I grabbed her
ponytail and yanked her head up into my crotch, mashing her nose and mouth
against my ballsack.

'Oh yeah, like that slut!' I said, controlling her twisting head via her
ponytail as she tried to turn away from my crotch. My cock grew several inches
as I felt her hot breath course over the skin. I used my free hand to hook the
back of her head, below the ponytail and keep as much control of her as
possible. Jane used her now free hands to try and tug at my own wrists
controlling her head, but since her upper arms were pinned firmly under my
legs, she had no leverage.

Jane yelled and growled, barring her teeth as she kept struggling. Thinking
quickly, I grabbed my cock with my left hand and, keeping control of her
ponytail with my right, let her head go back a bit before ramming my length
against her lips.

'Glad you took those shorts off me Janey.' I said, breathing heavily at the
effort required to keep her under control. Jane fought like a wildcat as I
kept poking my cock against her face, trying to get the angle right to go
straight into her mouth. Keeping control of her head with just her ponytail
was not ideal as it allowed her some freedom of movement. I yanked on the hair
hard to cause her some pain and dragged the black strands sharply from left to
right to try and disorient her. I tried again but Jane threw her head back and
I speared my cock under her chin for a few seconds.

'It's fucking going in their Jane, you fucking whore!' I laughed as Jane
continued to flail around with her arms and buck uselessly with her legs. This
was not really a good use of my time, I doubted I would get a submission but
having found myself in this position, I was determined.

'FUCK YOU!' screeched Jane. As she shouted, I took my chance.

Simultaneously pulling hard on her hair ad lining up my cock, I raised her
head and speared her right in the mouth. My head slipped past her lips as she
grunted in surprise, her eyes going wide. Quickly, I released my cock and put
my now free hand back behind her head and pulled her up, plunging my meat deep
into her mouth.

'Got you!' I gasped as I kept pulling, forcing my cock deeper and deeper into
that filthy mouth of hers, dragging her head up until her lips mashed against
my balls, then I stopped. Jane has stopped bucking and was limply gripping my
wrists with her own, as if she had some say in how deep I went. Now I laughed,
enjoying the moment looking down at Jane impaled on my cock, 'Like that huh?'
I jeered as Jane grunted and tried uselessly to twist her head.

'Tap out if you want!' I instructed her. Jane gave the slightest shake of her
head, as much as she was able and extended her middle finger on one hand.

'Suit yourself, but I'm giving you a mouthful!' I said.

Jane hissed air out through her nose as I gently started thrusting my hips,
sliding in and out of the back of her throat gently. I was already hugely
turned on but the last few minutes had brought me pretty close. Jane didn't
fight as I brought myself to orgasm, squirting my juices into the back of her
throat, causing her to gag sharply. I kept my meat in deep, giving her no
opportunity to spit my cum out. I invited her to submit again as she seemed in
a lot of discomfort but she made not move to surrender, gulping down what I
gave her quickly and stabilising her own breathing.

I was so pleased to have done that. Jane deserved a little humiliation after
the last two fights but now I needed her to submit and give me the round. I
popped my now slick cock out of her mouth and rolled to the side, keeping her
head between my legs, trying for a headscissors. Extending my legs as I landed
on my side I pulled Jane in tight between my legs and locked my ankles. Janes
hands now went to my thighs to try and resist the squeeze but I could see the
pained discomfort as I started to crank the pressure on. She had been
struggling under my weight for at least five solid minutes before having her
mouth filled so she was winded. Her dark nailed fingertips pressed the soft
flesh of my upper legs as she tried in vain to resist the crushing pressure on
her head. Then, finally, after two matches and hours of painful humiliation at
her hands, she slapped my thigh repeatedly in submission for the first time.

I instantly released the pressure from my legs and my grip on her hair that I
had been maintaining for what seemed like an age. Jane rolled clear onto her
back, heaving in air like someone who had been underwater for hours. I pushed
myself away and rested up against one of the sofas as we each remained silent
for a time, catching out breath.

'Fuck.' Sighed Jane, rubbing her head.

'Can't deny I had you there Jane, all the fucking way bitch.'

'You got lucky!' she replied angrily, 'You fucking came in my mouth you
fucker. You're gonna pay for that, you're a fucking dead man you hear me!?'

I just laughed, 'Felt sooooo good to blast down your throat.'

Jane got back to her feet and stood, hands on hips looking down at me, 'Well I
hope you fucking enjoyed your moment cos it's the last one you're gonna get
tonight.' She said before offering me a hand to pull me back to my feet.
Staring at her then she seemed a lot darker, a lot more angry and I suddenly
wondered I had made a big mistake just now. Jane span on her heel and
retrieved my shorts from the side of the room before tossing them at me
roughly, 'Put em back on.'

I smiled and started to slip back into my tight cycling pants, 'Worried I'll
catch you again Jane? Want another throat full of me? just ask.'

Jane just glared at me and cracked her knuckles. I was going to have to be
twice as good to beat her again, and this time, I had to concentrate and just
go for the submission. I tugged up my pants and stood ready for the next fall.

I was right. Jane was pissed off, mightily.

I don't remember much about the start of the fall, except that I was pitched
over her shoulder in some kind of judo throw when I tried to catch her arm
mid-flight, but I remember being on all fours a few minutes later, dazed, with
a copper like taste of blood in my mouth. Janes foot cracked into my side,
emptying my lungs and flipping me over onto my back with a groan. I saw Jane
stood over me snarling as she raised her foot before bringing her heel down
between my legs with a cry of anger. More pain, delirious pain washed over me
as I curled up in a ball and tried to protect myself. Jane stomped on me again
and again, in my side, on my back. A few hits went in on my legs. In
desperation, I reached out and caught her supporting leg while she was
readying for another strike and yanked hard, causing her to stagger back and
fall. As quick as I could, I got back to my feet, pain shooting all over my
lower body and my vision still blurred at the edge. Jane was already on me,
diving low and catching my leg before swiftly kicking out my other leg. I
landed awkwardly on my back and Jane violently twisted my leg, forcing me to
turn over or have my knee dislocated.

Before I could even think about what I was going to do I felt Janes wiry
fingers around my wrists, gripping tightly and pulling my arms up behind me.
Then I felt her heel stamp down on my upper back as she trapped me in a
surfboard.

'Owwwwwww!' I cried out as Jane pulled back on my arms, raising my upper body
whilst grinding her bare heel into my back. She said nothing, all I could hear
was her breathing as she pulled again, trying to rip my arms out at the
shoulder. We were both sweating heavily and out bodies were both slick with
perspiration. I tried to twist my wrists free of her grasp, hoping to take
advantage of the fact but her grip was strong, her fingers tightened up like
handcuffs around my wrists and she growled as she pushed her leg down again,
bowing my upper body painfully.

'Submit!' barked Jane, her voice full of anger and aggression.

I shook my head. The pain was extreme but I could just about bear it, for now.
My shoulders felt like they were about to dislocate but I felt that Jane was
at the limit of her pulling/pushing power so I had to try and ride it out. I
shook my head, 'Noooo!' I whimpered.

Jane huffed over my shoulder, 'Fine!'. Next I felt the pressure from her foot
lessen as she pulled me up a little by my arms, before stamping her foot down
hard and driving me face first into the thin carpet before pulling me back up
into the tight surfboard. I yelped as the pressure went back on but I only had
to wait a few seconds before she repeated the manoeuvre, pulling me up before
mashing me down into the floor, then going back to the agonising stretch.

'Want to submit yet boy?' said Jane after stamping me into the floor for the
fourth, or maybe fifth time. My arms were aching beyond belief and her heel in
my back felt like it was going to push through my spine and burst through my
chest, but through the pain, I knew I had to try and last it out. I shook my
head again, 'FUCK YOU BITCH!' I shouted and hung my head down in exhaustion.

'Stubborn little prick!' said Jane, before stamping me down into the carpet
again, over and over. This time she did it at least half a dozen times before
pulling me back into the surfboard. I was pitifully unable to resist her and I
yelped and grunted pathetically each time I hit the floor. Jane hissed and
growled as she pounded me down each time. The women was terrifying! My head
hit the floor a few times, stunning me. The carpet rushed up again and again
as Jane drove me down, pulled me up and drove me down over and over.

Jane paused, levering me up and bowing me in the surfboard stretch again. I
gritted my teeth inside my ringing head as her heel ground into my spine once
again, 'I'm getting sick of your stubbornness!' hissed Jane through my low
drooling groans, 'You keep fucking going when you're clearly beat ... I think
you like it when I hurt you. Submit to me, now.'

Janes fingers tightened around my wrists.

I was helpless in her grasp. Even if my head had not been ringing I wouldn't
have the breath or the position to power out of this hold. But she was right,
I was too stubborn for my own good. I didn't answer, staying silent in her
grip.

Jane exhaled sharply, 'It's your body I guess, and mine to break.' She
laughed, then resumed the floor stamping. How many times she did it, I can't
remember, I partially blacked out from the pain and the knocks to the head but
she told me afterwards that she stopped "a few" stamps after I went limp in
her grip and waited for me to twitch again.

Jane removed her heel from my back and stood astride me, retaining control of
my wrists and holding me up off the floor. I suddenly became terrified she
might try and get me in a babyswing hold! If she did, I decided to just scream
my submission immediately, but if she was considering trying, she obviously
decided against it. Maybe she felt she couldn't hold my weight long enough to
make the hold worth it. What she did however, was almost as bad.

Jane sank down and seated herself on my back, draping my arms over her sweat
slicked, olive thighs. Taking a handful of my hair, she forced my head up,
'Awake?' she laughed. From somewhere I found a little spirit and started
trying to free my arms. Pointless. She had my arms trapped in preparation for
a camel clutch and all she had to do to cause great discomfort was to squeeze
her legs together gently, pushing my elbows towards each other. After only a
few seconds of that, I cried out, well, I whimpered pathetically, 'Please ...
please no, please stop.' Jane laughed that sadistic laugh she had when she
knew she was in control.

Jane slipped has hands under my chin and laced her fingers together before
starting to pull me up, bending my back. I tried to resist but I was exhausted
from the surfboard stretch and Jane had position and leverage. She was
deliberately slow, dragging out the move, no doubt savouring my panicked
breathing and vain efforts to struggle. I started to feel the crushing
sensation in my back and the even worse stretching up my torso from the front
as Jane forced my head back.

'I don't think I've caught you like this before have I?' said Jane. By now I
could just see her hair and head at the very top of my vision. With the
pressure of her hands under my chin, holding my mouth closed I could not
answer, I just groaned as the pain built and built.

'Shall we try something sexy?' cooed Jane.

Now I felt her index fingers slipping into the corners of my mouth and sliding
up my cheeks. Jane double fishooked me and stretched my lips out painfully as
she continued to lever me back in the camel clutch. Now I squealed in pain
much to her delight, I even tried to bite her fingers but couldn't get my
teeth around the digits.

Jane held me like this for another minute before pulling me back again. Now I
was in almost constant agony, unable to struggle, unable to resist being
bowed. Jane removed one hand from my chin and reached over my shoulder,
pinching my right nipple between her thumb and forefinger and twisting hard.

'Come on, just submit and I'll stop.' She whispered into my ear. The sharp
pain in my chest now overwhelmed what little resistance I had left. I coughed
out, 'I give, I submit.'

Jane giggled in my ear and lowered me back to the floor, remaining seated on
my back and trapping my arms. I could not hide my relief as I rested my head
back on the floor and the pain started to fade a little over my body. Jane was
fucking me up, just like she said she would, the last fall seemed like ancient
history by this point.

Jane leaned down, hovering behind my head and still refusing to release my
arms, still draped over her thighs, 'This is pretty pointless you know.' She
whispered, stroking my hair gently, 'You can't really be thinking you can win
tonight. I'm going to beat the living crap out of you over and over until you
quit. I'm not even taking three submissions from you anymore, I'm going to
beat on you until you beg me to stop, then I'm going to tie you up and fuck
you. Just save yourself anymore pain and tell me you want it to stop, you're
way out of your league with me, you always were.'

I gritted my teeth. Jane was such a smug bitch, always queening over me at
work, behaving like she was some kind of superior specimen and borderline
bullying me in front of other people. Tonight, was a chance to stick it to her
and get some revenge. I was 2-1 down but there was no way I was going to quit
early. I had to fight on, if nothing else, I would get a measure of respect
from her.

'Kiss my foot, and say please, and I'll think about calling it here.' Jane
scrunched my hair in her hand and guided my head towards her right foot, 'Go
on,' she whispered, 'you can't beat this Indian bitch.' She laughed, using the
same term I had used against her, unwisely riling her up in the last fight.

'No.' I said as boldly as I could manage.

Jane sighed, 'You know what I can do to you?'

'I know.'

Jane smirked and released my hair, allowing my head to drop back to the carpet
before she stood up, freeing my tortured arms. She stepped away and grabbed
one of the water bottles to refresh herself.

I stayed on the floor, face down. I kept wondering how I was going to win this
from here. Jane was exceptionally gifted from grappling to striking. She had
an unending repertoire of submission holds and transition techniques that I
just had no answer to. I was going to lose, and lose badly, unless something
changed.

Janes foot came down next to my head again. With effort, I raised my head to
look up at her, smiling down at me holding out a bottle of water, 'You look
like you need this.' She said. Every trace of that, sadistic aggression,
removed from her voice.

I heaved myself to my knees and too the bottle before rolling onto the sofa,
my upper body and shoulders aching with every effort. I didn't want to show
that I was hurting but I needed the limbs fully functional to stand any
chance. I rotated my shoulders and counter stretched as Jane looked on,
smiling knowingly. 'Sore?' she said, reclining on the opposite sofa.

'Yeah, a little.' I was forced to admit.

'Just wait. Tomorrow morning, you won't even be able to move.' She replied.

I ignored her and spent a few minutes refreshing myself and stretching.
Evidently Jane got bored and stood abruptly, 'You ready?' she said, stood
hands on hips a few feet from me.

I needed to do something, even if it was underhand, to get an advantage.

'Can I have another sip of water?' I said, showing her the empty bottle in my
hand.

Jane rolled her eyes and turned around to reach for a fresh bottle. Then, I
pounced.

Launching myself from the sofa I took a quick step over to her and wrapped my
arms around her waist, trapping her arms against her sides. Roaring with fury,
I lifted her from her feet as she gasped in surprise, 'Fucker!' she exclaimed.
Jane was fairly light. I stormed through the alcove into the other room with
the large bed and dived onto the mattress, still with my arms around her. Now
I rolled onto my back and started squeezing her as hard as I could manage.

Jane grunted in discomfort as her dark ponytail whipped around my face. Her
legs were also kicking out violently, going for my own shins. Thinking
quickly, I wrapped my legs around her own thighs and locked my ankles
together, limiting her ability to move her lower limbs, and concentrated once
again on the squeeze. Jane writhed around in my grip, twisting her body and
trying to yank her arms free from her side, but I held on for all I was worth,
tightening the bearhug across her stomach as I held her on top of me on the
bed. I took a breath and tightened up again, forcing a stream of spittle to
spray from Janes lips up towards the celling as the air in her lungs was
forcible expelled.

'Tap my leg bitch.' I hissed behind her head.

Jane made a gurgling sound which delighted me greatly. I had her, I might not
be a match for her legs or her skill, but I could crush the life out of her if
required. I was just waiting for her to either pass out or tap out when
suddenly, she flicked her head forwards, then sharply back, cracking the back
of her head onto my nose. Stunned, I barely realised what had happened, but
she did it again, hitting the bridge of my nose and causing a sickening crack.
With my head on the mattress, I couldn't move out of the way as she did it a
third time, hitting me just below the right eye. I was stunned, and I lost my
grip with my arms.

Jane pulled her arms free quickly and sat up. I tasted copper in my mouth,
blood from my nose no doubt and my head was ringing. I felt Janes fingers
start to dig into my legs as they were still wrapped around hers, preventing
her from getting free. My face throbbed but I knew I had to act quickly to
stop her regaining the advantage. I shook off the daze and reached up, quickly
sliding my arms under Janes armpits as she was distracted trying to free her
legs. Before she could respond I sat up and locked her into a full nelson,
quickly lacing my fingers together at the back of her neck. At least she would
not be able to reverse headbutt me anymore. Janes hands shot up and reached
behind her head, locking around my wrists and trying to separate my hands. I
took the opportunity and throw myself back onto my back, dragging Jane back
down on top of me. Now I applied pressure to her neck as she twisted and
tugged at my wrists, 'You FUCK!' she spat as I forced her chin down towards
her chest.

Jane began struggling violently. I was surprised by the ferocity and the
strength she seemed to still have as she threw her weight left and right. I
held her on top of me, her lower half wrapped up by my legs for as long as I
could but eventually, she rolled us both onto our sides and freed her legs. It
was like hanging onto a flapping chicken, or a frenzied bear as we rolled
around the bed from side to side, Jane kicking out with her legs and
constantly trying to break the full nelson. I had to do something to subdue
her and transition to some kind of proper submission hold, so, waiting for the
right moment, I twisted with her in the same direction, using the momentum to
roll on top of her and forcing her face down on the mattress, still trapped in
the nelson. The handcuffs were only a few feet away on the bedside table!

I piled the pressure onto the back of her neck, extracting a welcome and
muffled yelp from her into the mattress. I shuffled up so I was seated in the
middle of her back before making my move. Quickly, I swung a leg out and
hooked it under her armpit, swapping my arms for my legs one after the other
and transitioning to a lotus lock. I crossed my ankles in place of my hands
and pulled her arms back across my thighs. I had her! I had her in an,
effectively, inescapable hold. Jane seemed to know it too and stopped
struggling, breathing heavily into the mattress a few times before straining
to turn her head to the side. Cheek down on the mattress she had the
humiliation of having one of my feet dangling in her face.

'Remember this you fucking whore?' I said, calling back to our first fight, a
tag team encounter where her partner has trapped and destroyed me in just this
hold. Even the memory of that event was painful to me, I remembered that
Dani's English was so poor she seemed not to understand when I was begging to
submit that time. Now I had Jane in the same hold.

'I remember you ... fucking crying when I beat your gut to jelly ... tied you
up ... split you in a grapevine you, little prick.' Said Jane between deep
breaths.

'Ha, well you're fucked now bitch tits, how about you tap out huh? Come on,
tap on my ass.' I replied, delighted at my moment of dominance.

Jane stuck out her lip and blew a few strands of hair out of her own eyes,
'Make me, bitch boy.'

She was flexible, I knew she could get her elbows together behind her back so
I was unlikely to be able to force a submission from just the lotus lock. I
decided to get the cuffs on her and maybe go for a RNC with her unable to
resist. I reached out towards the bedside table.

Jane bucked without warning, toppling me off to the side. She remained trapped
in the lotus so she rolled onto her side as I fell off her back. I tightened
up the hold, not wanting her to slip out of it as she fought to free herself.
The lotus was fully effective and there was no way she could pull her arms out
from their current position between my legs. I propped myself back up on my
elbow and worked my way back on top rolling her face down again on the bed and
taking me seat on her back as she groaned in dismay. I reached for the
handcuffs again but Jane, again, violently twisted and rolled me back off her.
She seemed to understand what I had in mind and was trying to keep the
bracelets out of reach. Once again, I worked her back down on her face and
seated myself on her back. This time, I pushed her head down with my ankles
and simultaneously, reached behind and slapped her ass, hard a dozen times,
forcing squeals from my trapped victim.

'Fucking ... take ... what's ... coming ... to ... you ... fucking ... boss
... fr om ... hell.' I said, in time with each palm strike on her ass. Jane
kicked her legs out and rolled me off her back again with a defiant scream. I
hoped that the rooms above and below us couldn't hear what was going on. On
our sides again, Jane brought her legs up, bending her waist while still
locked in the lotus hold. Sticking her slender legs out as far as she could,
she swept the handcuffs off the table with her feet onto the floor, well out
of my reach.

'Bitch!' I growled, once again forcing her slowly back onto her stomach and
sitting on her back once again. Jane laughed despite being clearly out of
breath from the effort of resisting me, 'Go get em, I'll wait right here, I
promise.'

I delivered another few hard slaps to her ass and considered what to do next.
Jane snarled, scowled and wriggled uselessly between my legs. I was going to
have to bend an arm to force a submission. I levered Janes left arm up and
pushed the joint against my thigh, intending to bend her elbow the wrong way
and force a submission from my boss but she threw me off again before I could
compete the move. We spent several minutes rolling around the bed, each time,
I managed to get back on top of her but she always unbalanced me after a few
seconds. Eventually, we ended up near the edge of the bed, me on top once
more, pressing my ankles into her neck as hard as I could. Once again, I tried
to hyperextend one of Janes arms but this time, when she threw me off, I
actually fell off the edge of the bed, landing on my back on the carpet,
dragging her over the edge with me and suspending her in the air with her legs
on the bed. Turning my head, I saw the handcuffs! They were almost in reach
from where Jane had kicked them from the table. Quickly, I thrust my waist to
the side, pulling Jane fully off the bed and using the momentum to force her
back onto her stomach again with me on her back. On the bed, the mattress was
soft, giving her some cushioning, on the floor, there was nothing. My full
weight was now on her back and she was struggling to breath. I bounced on her
back a few times, both to drive the last of the air from her lungs and to
distract her as I scooped up the handcuffs. Jane heard me unlock the bracelets
but she was wheezing badly from me bouncing on her back and to my delight, she
was totally unable to resist as I slapped the handcuffs onto her left wrist,
then her right, tightening them up to ensure she could not pull free.

I almost couldn't believe is as I unlocked the lotus and stood. Jane remained
still, face down on the carpet with her hands cuffed behind her back, blowing
a few strands of hair away from her face again, 'Fuck!' she muttered.

'Fuck is right bitch!' I said, reaching down and rolling her over onto her
back. I was going to enjoy this before I extracted the submission.

Jane was apparently still not done, she flicked her legs up in an effort to
kick be but I caught her ankles easily and stood, holding her legs in the air.
I folded her legs at the knees and knelt down, locking her crossed ankles up
against my own shin before placing my hands on her knees and forcing them
slowly apart in a kneespreader. Unable to move away or resist, Jane arched her
back as I forced her knees further and further apart, stretching her inner
thigh muscles to the limits. Jane barred her teeth and panted through the
pain. I offered to accept a submission but she just shook her head as I
continued to push down on her knees until, eventually, I pushed them right
down to the floor. It was quite a sight, and an amazing example of her
flexibility as I looked down at her legs, now forced into a flat V-shape on
the floor.

'Wanna give boss lady?' I asked.

Janes chest rose and fell rapidly as she took in quick breaths against the
pain. She could only manage a wet sounding moan but she did shake her head.
Even this was not enough?! I flexed her legs a few times, allowing her a brief
respite before slamming her knees down again, stretching her, then relaxing
her, just as she had with me during the last fall.

'C'mon boss, I got your Indian ass.' I laughed, slipping in the reference to
her mixed race that I knew would piss her off like last time. Raising her
head, Jane spat at me, her spit flecking on my chest, 'Fuck you!' she hissed
before her head fell back to the floor.

I'd had enough. I'd struggled with Jane for nearly twenty minutes this fall
and I wanted that submission before she managed to pull off some kind of
turnaround, however unlikely that might be. I grabbed her ankles again and
quickly flipped her onto her stomach again before stepping around and dropping
her harshly into a boston crab. She tried to push against me with her
restrained hands but it would be no use as I hooked her feet under my armpits
and started to pull back, bending her lower back sickeningly.

'Arrrrghhhh!' squealed Jane as I piled on the pressure.

'Enough?' I said, looking over my shoulder at my red faced boss as she seemed
ready to break her own teeth biting down against the pain.

'Ok, ok, I give.' She sputtered. I released the hold immediately and stood.
2-2. I couldn't help but be delighted. Two submissions! Even if I lost, I'd
always have those two moments where Jane had to surrender to me. My blood was
pumping and my cock was throbbing in my pants from dominating Jane this fall.
I grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet, spinning her round and backing
her up against the wall I went to plant my lips on hers. Jane leaned forward
and made a show of gnashing her teeth together to warn me off before laughing,
'Put your tongue between these I dare you!' I grabbed a handful of her
ponytail to hold her head still and moved in to plant one on her again but, as
before, she tried to bite me, her white bones clicking together loudly behind
her grin. I paused.

Jane laughed at me hesitation, 'You can't fuck me yet!' she cooed, showing no
trace of the pain she had just been suffering. I felt my cock throb in my
pants rubbing up against her own tiny shorts.

'Fuck me like this and you lose.' She reminded me, deliberately grinding her
hips against me, teasing me, daring me to break the rules. If I fucked her now
like this, without securing the win, I would just be disqualified and perhaps
even kicked out of the league. You could only take the prize after you won,
and there was now a deciding fall to fight. Blowing in her mouth earlier was
ok, but if I wanted to blow a load inside her, I had to have total submission.
Jane continued to smile in my face, biting her lip suggestively.

'What's the matter? Worried you can't beat me without jumping me like you did
just then, like a fucking coward?'

I stepped away and showed her two fingers, one for each of her submissions
this fight. Jane just shrugged.

'Yeah, two submissions, one earned by cheating. You're pathetic. A pathetic
excuse for a fighter. You don't belong anywhere near someone like me and you
know it.' She said. 'I'm gonna take my time with you tonight. Now I believe I
submitted, so take these cuffs off.' She added.

The insults stung. I clenched my fist, wanting to teach her a lesson but
striking her now, after a submission would not be looked on favourably. After
the fight, I could do what I wanted, as she could. One of us was going to get
slowly taken apart in the aftermath and I gulped, realising that, odds on, it
would be me.

We hunted around on the floor for the key to the handcuffs. It had gone under
the seat where Jane had kicked the cuffs off the bedside table. Removing the
cuffs Jane replaced them on the table before joining me once again in the
other room, carrying the bundle of thin ropes.

Jane showed me the bundle and untied the knots holding them all together. Each
strip of rope was about three or four feet long. She tossed the strands around
the room, on the sofa, at the edges of the carpeted area. There must have been
twenty odd strips of rope, more than enough to tie us both up with some to
spare. I shuddered as I remembered Dani binding me up during our first fight.
I took her far too lightly then as well and she made me pay for it. Jane was a
much more dangerous animal.

'So we can use them during this fall huh?' said Jane, raising an eyebrow
seductively, 'Unless, you want to just lie face down right there,' she pointed
at the floor by her feet, 'save me the trouble?'

Jane was laughing at me again. Steeling myself, I cracked my knuckles and
invited her forwards. It would be all, or nothing!

I tried to keep to my distance initially but Jane, once again, turned it into
a streetfight. Coming forwards swinging her legs at me and following up with
fists. I took a few light kicks in the side and a few punches on the arms but
I generally kept away from her power shots. Maybe I was learning her moves?
Jane changed tack, opening her palms and going for stinging slaps, hoping to
break my concentration. I returned the blows on her arms and even caught her
in the face but I realised too late, she was just running me down. The
movement and concentration required to go toe to toe with her was pure effort,
and I only had so much left. I lunged at her and grabbed her arm, Jane did the
same with the other arm and we started trying to throw each other to the
floor. Her eyes burned with anger and violence as we staggered about in that
room. My weight was getting the better of the pushing battle, right up until
Jane drove her knee up into my unprotected stomach.

The wind shot out of me and my grip on her loosened. She followed up the knee
with a swift kick between the legs which lifted me about an inch of the floor
before I collapsed onto my knees. I cupped my pain-screaming crotch before
looking up, just in time to see Janes knee strike me under the chin.

Dazed, I landed on my back, my cock and balls still throbbing under my hands.
Jane was on top of me in a second, pinning my arms to my sides and seating
herself on my stomach. Through my glazed vision I saw her raise her right arm
and bring it crashing down across my face in a bee-sting of a slap. She
brought the same hand back down, slapping my head left and right as she had
during the first fall. Screaming down at me in anger she swung her arm
repeatedly, detonating on my cheeks and snapping my head from left to right.
She must have hit me twenty or thirty times before she felt me go limp between
her legs again.

I can only remember the next few moments in flashes as I regained my senses. I
woke to find that Jane had released my arms from under her pin and had tied
off one length of rope around my left arm, just above my elbow leaving a loose
strand dangling. I felt another rope tighten around my right arm in the same
place as Jane finished the knot there as well. Now she had a rope on each arm
with a loose strand on each. She noticed me starting to open my eyes and blink
as she reached for another length of rope, 'Lie still, don't fucking move or I
will break your nose.' She said glaring down at me. My arms were free and
splayed out like a crucifix but I was groggy from the beating. I needed a few
more seconds.

Jane looped the next length around my neck, drawing the rope around my throat
and tying another tight knot, 'I'm going to see what happens when I choke you
out with your tongue in my snatch.' Said Jane. I felt the rope tighten around
my windpipe as Jane finished the knot and leaving a foot worth of loose end.
'You wanna breath? You're going to fucking behave!' she added.

I made my move just as she finished, bringing my right arm up sharply and
unexpectedly, driving my palm into her face, hard! The slap was the loudest of
the night and knocked her clean off me and rolling her to the side. When I
went to sit up I felt a few moments of nauseating dizziness took me but I rode
them out as we both made it back to our knees.

Jane seethed with rage as she swung at me again but I was ready, weaving to
the side and grabbing her arm. I dragged her past me by her limb and kicked
out one of her legs. I tried to go for a hammerlock but Jane quickly
recognised the danger and twisted her body around to protect the joint. I
still took a shot from the heel of her other foot in retaliation but I held
onto her arm, pulling her towards me sharply and driving my free fist into her
exposed naval, delighting in feeling the skin deform inwards with the blow.
Jane gasped for air as I drove another punch in, doubling her over. Wasting no
time, I dragged her back to her feet and went for the hammerlock again,
twisting her arm behind her back as I half nelsoned her with my other arm.
Jane strained and pushed her feet into the floor, struggling to avoid having
her arm twisted. I dragged her around the room with a combination of the half
nelson and hammerlock before callously pushing her into the nearest wall face
first. I heard Janes nose crack against the wallpaper and a small splash of
blood leaked out. I twisted her arm again but she was stubborn as well as
strong, I couldn't get the limb higher than the small of her back. I stamped
down on the back of her leg causing her to fall to her knees before I drove
her into the wall again, this time extracting a yelp from her and another
smear of blood from her nose. I lifted her back to her feet by her trapped
arm, forcing the limb up towards her shoulders and sinking in the hammerlock.
I needed to tighten up the hold quickly, then she'd have to submit or I'd
break her arm but Jane reacted. She thrust her tight ass out driving me back
half a step before stamping on my foot. As I raised my foot instinctively in
shock she swept back with her other leg and took my remaining leg out. I
released the holds I had on her and fell backwards, hopping quickly back to my
feet, damn! I almost had her.

Jane span around. I had never seen a look of such anger and hatred on her
face, nor had I seen the trickle of blood coming from under her nose in any
previous fight. She wiped the red away with her forearm and snarled at me, 'Oh
that's it, THAT'S FUCKING IT!'

Jane was furious unlike I had ever seen. She bounded across the room and
jumped at me, sticking her foot out and connecting with my shoulder as I
tried, unsuccessfully, to sidestep the attack. Falling back onto the sofa I
grimaced at the impact. Jane straddled my lap quickly and punched me hard in
the side of the head. Not wanting to take another beating, I wrapped my arms
around her and pulled her in close, pressing my face against her chest and
reducing her ability to deliver power punches. Lurching forwards, I stood,
picking her up with my arms around her body and squeezing for all I was worth,
trying to bearhug her into submission.

Jane groaned and wrapped her own arms around my head, trying to pull me harder
into her chest to smother me against her tight-fitting top, but unfortunately
for Jane, her tits just weren't big enough for the task and the spandex top
she wore over her A cups allowed me to breath enough through my mouth and nose
as to make her attempt completely ineffective. With effort, I turned my head
to the side. The pressure still hurt however and I grunted into her bosom as
her arms tried to almost pull me inside her with the effort.

Sensing her smother attempt was useless, Jane swung her tanned olive thighs up
and locked them around my torso before starting to squeeze. 'Gonna fucking
crush you!' she grunted. Jane was unable to lock her ankles behind my back as
her legs were not long enough, but the power in her thighs was not in doubt as
she pressed them into my side. My chest cavity suddenly felt much smaller and
the pain shot all over my torso, 'Fucking ... fucking like that bastard!'
gasped Jane, clearly exerting as much as she could on her legs while still
trapping my head against her chest. I felt something drip onto my head, blood
no doubt, still dripping from Janes damaged nose. The crushing intensified
around my chest as I felt myself weakening. I had to do something about those
legs.

Deciding to abandon the bearhug I reached up behind Janes back and grabbed her
ponytail. Yanking hard I pulled her head back. She yelped and growled at the
sudden contortion of her head but her legs continued to crush me mercilessly.
I staggered a little under the pressure but I stayed on my feet,
simultaneously holding Jane up and trying to rip her head off backwards while
she dripped blood over my head and tried to crush my ribcage.

Jane gave a defiant howl and drove her knuckles into the side of my head, 'Off
my fucking hair!' she screeched. I responded by loosening my grip on her hair
then yanking down hard several times as we each tried to cause the other as
much pain as we could. Body contact with Jane like this was intense and we
were both slippery with perspiration. Despite the pain, I was still aroused,
my cock only inches from her pussy, although we both still wore our shorts.
Jane was a bully at work. Unpleasant, abusive and controlling. I had to win, I
had to make that pussy mine and tear it up!

Jane pressed her palm against my head and smeared the blobs of blood that had
dripped onto me, across my face. Unable to turn my head away I tasted copper
as she shoved her fingers into my mouth, bitch! She was trying everything. I
yanked sharply on her hair again but I could not stand much more of her legs
crushing me, I needed to break this stalemate, now! Jane, it turned out, had
the same idea.

Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. It wasn't her legs squeezing me nor her trying
to smother me. Jane had grabbed the loose end of the rope around my neck and,
with a firm tug, tightened it around my throat. I gargled and started to choke
as the rope bit into my neck. Jane snarled and pulled harder, tightening the
noose against my arteries as well. 'Trouble breathing mother fucker?!' hissed
Jane, still staring at the celling because of my grip on her ponytail. Some of
Janes blood crept into my left eye as her chest heaved against my face, I
could feel her heart thumping rapidly in her chest as she kept me in the vice
that were her toned thighs.

I had to act. I tipped forwards and dropped to my knees, dumping Jane to the
carpet on her back. The impact, as I hoped, was enough to dislodge her leg
scissors and cause her to lose her grip on the noose. Not wanting to risk her
relocking her legs around me I pushed back from her and landed back on the
sofa. I tucked two fingers under the noose and managed to get it a little
looser but the knot was intricate and as I started trying to undo it, Jane was
already on her knees and coming at me again. I was exhausted, hurt and roughed
up but I remained determined. I would not allow my boss to beat me again, this
time, I was going to win and she was going to spend the night keeping my dick
hard!

I kicked out at Jane, catching her in the chest as she lunged but it was not
enough, she arrived between my legs as I sat on the sofa and punched me hard
in the stomach before reaching for the loose end of the noose again. I had to
break off my attempt to undo the knot to defend the attack and managed to grab
both her wrists. Jane pushed back, dragging me towards her and I finally saw a
good chance. Jane was on her knees between my legs, I had both her arms!

Quickly, I raised my legs under her arms and crossed them over behind her
head. Pulling her forwards, I pushed her left arm out of the way and pulled on
her right arm as I dragged her into a triangle choke. Jane recognised the
danger to late as I hooked the inside of my knee over my opposite ankle and
tightened the hold. Jane pulled back, dragging me off the sofa but failing to
loosen the triangle as we both landed on the floor. Jane, as usual, looked
more angry than desperate as I tightened the hold, pulling as hard as I could
with my legs and trying to crush her arm against her throat. Jane writhed
around in the grip of my legs as she tried to take the pressure off her neck,
rolling as much as she could and trying to unkey the lock with her free left
arm, but it was useless. I had her! Finally. If she didn't submit, she'd be
out in less than a minute. I could not wait to get the ropes on her. Maybe I'd
use the handcuffs first, just to keep her under control while I decided what
to do with the ropes. Hogtie? Yes, she'd hate that and it would hurt her as
well as giving access to all her holes. Every one of those holes were going to
get destroyed before I finished with her and she would never want to fight me
again! I propped myself up on my elbows as I breathed heavily, 'Don't bother
tapping out boss, you're going night night.' I said, smiling down at her
colour drained face.

It's funny now to think how overconfident I could get in these fights. I'd won
a few of the battles with other women, I'd trashed Alexandra in the end, and
Rachel was probably still traumatised by our last fight, but quite often, even
when I lost, I had been at some point, in a position to win. Last time Jane
and I fought I had her partially tied up and was in the process of slapping
her into submission when her partner intervened to turn the tables. Had I been
paying attention, I might have seen Dani coming and protected myself, but I
didn't, I was too busy gloating prematurely. Tonight ... would be no
exception.

By sitting up to gloat down at Jane, rather than remain on my back, I had put
the loose end of the noose back in reach of her free left arm. Suddenly, it
tightened back up again as her fist closed around the end. I tried to get my
fingers under the thin rope but it was already too tight. She was once again
choking me. I tried to claw the noose free from her hand but her grip was like
kung-fu. I had no chance. Wheezing, I knew my eyes would start bulging as
vision started to fade a little as the pressure on my neck intensified. Jane
was gritting her teeth, trying to stay conscious herself as she remained
locked in my triangle choke. I would turn out to be the weaker as the strength
left my legs.

Jane maintained the pull on the noose as she untangled herself from my legs. I
tried to prevent her escape but I was getting weaker by the second. Jane rose
to her feet and pulled hard on the noose as I clawed at the rope with both
hands, trying to loosen it even just a little. Jane forced me first to my
knees, then up onto my feet, although she kept me bent over.

'Now you're gonna get it fucker!' she hissed before driving her knee straight
into my face, smashing my nose and filling my eyes with water. She did not
allow me to fall to the floor, twisting the noose to keep me on buckling legs
as she lined up and drove in with another knee.

What followed was a beating beyond what I imagined Jane capable of. I've been
beaten up before, by Jane, and others, but knee after knee, fist after fist
crashing into my side, by stomach, my head, everywhere exposed, was something
else. Jane dragged me around by the noose as I swatted and batted uselessly at
her strikes as the landed all over my body. Jane pulled me all around the
hotel room, choking me, twisting my neck and yanking me up, down, to my knees,
to my feet, all the time striking me at will as she hissed insults at me. I
prioritised my head area for protection from my arms. I knew I had to stay
conscious, whatever happened. Crunching blow after crunching blow landed as I
threw out a few of my own. Jane had control of me by the neck so she was able
to stay clear of my own retaliation.

'Like that!' spat Jane, yanking me over and simultaneously raising a knee
strike into my stomach, 'How about this?' she added, immediately chopping a
punch into the side of my head. Jane forced me upright, then pulled me
backwards by the noose, pulling me down across her knee in a backbreaker as I
continued to claw at the rope, trying to get some relief from the constant
choking. Jane delivered elbows into my stomach and sides as I lay draped
across her bent knee as she kept pulling my head down and bowing me between
each agonising and indefensible blow. She raised me to my feet again shortly
afterwards and used the rope to drag me forwards onto her fists. It was
brutal, and sadistic.

Finally, I sank to my knees, unable to stand any longer as Jane stood in front
of me, holding the end of the noose like a dog lead. I had been breathing only
intermittently for several minutes and my fingertips clung uselessly to the
tight rope around my neck.

Jane smiled down at me, dripping with sweat, 'Come on, fight!' she cooed,
raising the fist holding the noose end over my head, tightening the rope again
and twisting my head like I was being hung on a gallows. Her other fist
remained cocked, ready to deliver another blast from her knuckles to my tired
and worn out frame. 'Oh dear, you look about done. Going to cooperate and let
me tie you up like a good boy?'

Grunting and gagging I managed to spit out, 'Whore!'

Jane sighed, 'Stubborn, and stupid. Ok, the hard way.' Jane drove a knee into
my chest and released the noose, allowing me to fall onto my back.

I lay, splayed out, exhausted as Jane stepped astride me. Sinking to sit on my
stomach again she grabbed the loose end of the rope on my right arm and
pulled, moving to turn me over onto my back. I knew if that happened, it would
be over. This would be my last chance to fight, my last chance to resist.

'No!' I groaned and drove a punch into her stomach with me left fist, finding
some last vestige of effort to fight back. I could still win, I could still
beat my boss and make her my bitch for the night. Janes fist crashed into my
face, once, twice, three times, four. I struck her back, catching her under
the chin, one on the tits, one on the cheek. My punches were weak and feeble,
getting only laughter from Jane as she barely seemed to notice. Blood splashed
on me from her damaged nose as we both, totally exhausted, flailed away at
each other. Finally, Jane caught my right arm as I tried to hit her. Quickly,
she levered my arm across my body, using my own momentum to twist me over
between her legs. I resisted, trying to stay on my side but Jane reached
behind my back and grasped the loose end of the rope around my left arm,
'Gimme your left arm.' She gasped as I fought on, trying to wrench my arm from
under my own weight, where is tried to keep it.

'GIMME YOUR FUCKING ARM!' shouted Jane. With a sharp tug, Jane pulled my left
arm back by the rope, dragging it behind be as I lay sideways between her
legs. She secured the loose end of the rope on my right arm and with one final
howling scream of effort, pulled my arms together behind my back and forcing
me onto my front between her olive thighs.

'COME ON, COME OOOOON!.' Screamed Jane, the effort and exhaustion in her voice
was clear as she worked to get my arms under control.

'NOOOOO!.' I cried as Jane pulled the two loose ends up and towards each
other, forcing both my arms behind my back. I felt her legs move, slipping
under my arms and placing me in a lotus lock. As I felt her ankles on the back
of my head I knew it was over. Janes thighs pressed against my trapped arms
forcing them closer together, and allowing her to tie the two loose ends of
the ropes together, far out of reach of any attempt I might make to undo them.

'Oh yeah.' Huffed Jane, 'I got you, now you're fucking done.' Pausing, she
hunched over me, heaving in deep breaths and calming herself after the last
few minutes of final effort to get me under control.

We both stayed still. Catching out breath. A minute passed, two, with Jane in
the commanding position on my back, me, trapped in an inescapable hold and
agonising over what I was going to do.

I was weak, but I strained against her legs trying to force them apart. I
could not budge them even a millimetre and Jane simply squeezed them closer
together in response, crushing my arms and forcing a pathetic, wet, dribbling
groan of pain from my lips.

'Enough!' she said, leaning down as she started to tie the two loose ends of
the ropes into a knot in the middle of my back, 'Stop fighting. I actually
admire your spirit at this point but don't be an ass.'

I continued to struggle. Jane shook her head, 'Suit yourself.' and squeezed
her legs again. I felt some clicking, knocking noises from the bones in my
shoulder. The joints would dislocate if she kept going. Tears leaked from my
eyes as I sobbed. I felt ashamed of it, but the pain was so much I couldn't
help myself. Jane paused her squeezing and held me on the edge of agony while
she finished tying the knot.

I couldn't handle it any longer, I tapped on her hip with my right hand,
signalling my submission. Jane did not release the hold, I tapped again and
groaned in pain.

'Nope.' She said simply, pulling the knot tight between my shoulders and
sitting upright.

I tapped again, 'Please, I submit.' I croaked.

'Yeah I'm sure you do.' Said Jane, 'But I'm not ready to accept it yet.'

I could see out of the corner of my eye as she pressed my face into the floor
with has ankles as she sat upright, hands on hips, smiling down at me as the
pain washed over me in waves. The muscles in my arms were all cramped up and
burning with pain.

'Please ... ' I whimpered again. I could do nothing else.

Jane was playing with me. She adjusted her top, very slowly, taking ages to
readjust the fabric to a comfortable position, running her fingers under the
straps over her shoulders while I agonised between her powerful legs.

Grabbing up another strand of rope she crossed my wrists and bound them
together as well. Finally finished for the moment, she leaned over me,
allowing a few more drops of blood to fall from under her nose onto my cheek,
'Looks like I've won, doesn't it?'

'Yeah you won.' I replied quickly, just wanting her to ease up with her legs.

Jane ran her fingers through my hair, scratching my scalp gently, almost
seductively. 'I will admit, you were stronger this time that the other two.
Some of your moves were unexpected and I can't really deny you got a few taps
from me ... even if one was set up by cheating.'

I gulped, I was starting to feel sick in my stomach from the pain.

'You admit cheating, don't you? Jumping me before I was ready?'

I gritted my teeth.

Jane smiled, 'Ok, let me encourage you.'

Jane's wiry fingers traced along my arm and found my tied wrists. Gripping two
of my fingers she started to lever them back in an unfair "mercy" contest. I
cried out helplessly.

'Admit it, or I will break all your fingers and I'll pop your fucking
shoulders out.' Whispered Jane.

Unable to fight or resist any more, I gulped and looked her in the eye, 'Ok
ok, I cheated Jane, I cheated, please, please stop.'

She still had my fingers in her palm, half levered back on the threshold of
yet more pain. Small joint manipulation was not supposed to be allowed but the
rules only applied during the falls. I had submitted, even if Jane had not
accepted it yet. She could do whatever she wanted at this point.

'So, the score should be three-one to me? You lose that fall for jumping me.'

'Yeah, ok.' I replied.

Jane paused. The women was a total sadist I knew. Why did I do this? Pick this
fight? I could have taken an easy bout against another newcomer to the league,
instead I had to take on its highest ranked women, who had already beaten me
twice, and was well known for torturing her defeated opponents.

'I told you this last time but I think I'll remind you,' said Jane, 'I'm damn
good at this. I'm a fucking fighting goddess and you ... you're a loser, a
pathetic wimp with delusions you can beat me. I'm going to enjoy working with
you from now on. Every time you see me, you can remember this moment, this
moment when you admitted ... what?'

I knew what she wanted. Humiliation. I would have done anything at that moment
to end the pain so I said without delay, 'I'm a pathetic loser and a wimp and
you're a fighting goddess Jane.'

Jane giggled. 'Yeah. Now, about that submission, let's hear it my little
punching bag.'

'I submit.'

'What's that?'

'I submit Jane, I give.'

A wide smile spread across Janes face, 'Three ... one.' She said slowly,
reminding me of the final score.

Jane released my fingers and unlocked the lotus hold. Rolling me onto my back
she sat high up on my chest and wiped the last of the blood from under her
nose, smearing the small remaining amount of red across my cheek.

I looked up at Jane. Seated on my chest was the undisputed winner of tonight's
battle. The mixed race white/Indian, olive skinned women's skin was slick with
sweat, as if covered with liquid. Her black hair, now mostly loose of her pony
tail tie fell around her face as she smiled down at me. Raising her arms in
the air she winked at me, 'You'd better fuck like a rabbit or you go back in
that hold.' She smirked.

Jane flexed over me, showing the small yet noticeable bulges on her upper arms
for a few moments before reaching down and gripping the end of the noose
again, 'You were so confident when you walked in here, running your mouth at
me. Got anything to say now? Bitch boy?'

I was beaten, and broken mentally. Jane, despite looking tired was still
strong, still keen to go at it.

Jane waited for my answer, I said nothing.'

'No?'

Jane pulled on the noose, tightening the rope around my neck.

'Ok then.' I heard over the sound of my own choking, 'Lets start with a few
basic commands, huh?'

End

Quite clearly, I'm no match for this lady so I won't be picking another fight
with her. Hope readers enjoyed the series!

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