Round 2
Selen sat on the wide tiled window ledge in her room enjoying the cool evening breeze skimming over the rooftops. She watched as the molten red sun shimmered in the hot air rising from the buildings opposite, slowly sinking behind the town's skyline. The shadows lengthened and the brightly coloured building faded to dark grey as day gradually surrendered to night. A few minutes later, she heard a distant roar as the diesel generator rumbled to life and, shortly after, the street lights blinked on one-by-one.
After dusk, the rules of the game changed dramatically. So-called 'night-fighting' had started in the bars and the clubs where the clientele (usually men who had had too much to drink) demanded a more sexualised version of wrestling. It had started with girls wrestling in oil and 'accidentally' losing their clothes as clubs competed to bring in the crowds. Slowly, standard rules and regulations had evolved and the form had been accepted as an official sport.
The most significant difference was that the loser was the first to orgasm. Obviously, it was quite difficult to always achieve that within a twenty or thirty minute fight so all fighters had to drink a potent aphrodisiac, a secret concoction of spices and herbs like ginseng and saffron. It was specially designed to sexually stimulate a contestant regardless of their gender or race.
Selen's next fight was a tag match; two versus two girls. The rules for this kind of fighting were straightforward. As soon as one of the girls climaxed, the contest was lost. Only one girl was allowed to fight at a time and tagging your teammate allowed you to swap places. Each team was allowed one temporary 'double-team' period. In this period, both girls could fight in the ring at the same time. The other team couldn't call their 'double-team' during this period.
She'd been drawn to fight with Melea, the girl she'd met earlier, which she considered a lucky omen as she knew Melea was pretty good. She hadn't heard of the two girls they'd be fighting. A few minutes before the start time, she met her new partner in the backstage area behind the arena.
"Jeez I swear these uniforms get smaller every year," Melea said, tugging nervously at her bright orange bikini bottom, trying unsuccessfully to stretch the tiny triangle so that it covered her muscular buttocks.
"Yeah, it's pretty obvious this sport is run by men, I don't know how they expect them to stay on," Selen replied.
"I guess that's the idea," Melea said ruefully, shrugging her shoulders.
Selen and Melea drank their carefully measured glasses of the aphrodisiac as the referee watched before he led them out into the cauldron of the arena.
The atmosphere was tense and electric, the arena full of noisy anticipation. It must have been at least twice as loud as it had been earlier as they walked to the centre and Selen could feel the spicy warmth of the aphrodisiac in her stomach and her nerves jangling as the adrenaline coursed through her.
As the referee introduced them, Selen toyed with her 'uniform' anxiously. She was wearing a very skimpy lime green bikini: the top just two triangles of clingy material that did little to hide her shapely boobs. The thin triangle of her skimpy bottoms barely covered the neatly trimmed pubis.
Melea and Selen only had the briefest of chances to discuss tactics as they took their positions at the opposite side of the ring to their opponents. They both agreed that as she was the more experienced fighter Selen should go first.
One of her opponents, Na'kral, was obviously from the same tribe as her previous opponent and looked similar with her dusky light brown skin and olive black eyes, but perhaps a little older and taller. She had a lean, muscular build and a large tattoo of a snake on the inside of her wrist.
The other girl was Fabia, a cute-looking teenager with a slim frame, pale delicate-looking skin and sparkling emerald green eyes. She had an elfin face beneath spiky red hair that contrasted with the bright yellow of her bikini.
Selen was pleased and surprised to see the redhead advancing towards the centre of the ring as she looked like the weaker of her two opponents. The girl seemed to be nervous and as soon as the fight started she took a step backwards as Selen advanced towards her. They tussled briefly and within a few seconds, Selen's superior technique and strength showed as she caught the girl off balance, and tripped her with an ankle tap. The redhead twisted as she fell, falling face down with Selen on top.
With the girl lying on the floor facing away from her, Selen grabbed the girl's left ankle and pressed it against the back of her right leg. Then she took the right ankle and folded the right leg back until the heel touched her buttocks trapping her left foot. In this position the blonde was able to hold her ankle with one hand while her other ran over her trapped body, examining her trim curves.
The girl struggled weakly as Selen slid her hand between the girl's legs and stroked her thighs beneath her skimpy bikini bottoms. She could feel the outline of the girl's warm pussy lips beneath the tight, yellow material. Selen smiled as the crowd cheered and her fingers caressed her gently, already sensing a slight dampness. This was going to be easy!
"No!" the girl squealed wriggling feverishly, as she felt Selen's fingers press more firmly, exploring her increasingly damp folds and sliding beneath her to trace light circles around her clit.
Instinctively she reached behind to try and stop her. Acting quickly and efficiently, Selen let go of her ankle and grabbed her wrists, folding them neatly behind her back so that she could hold them in one hand. The girl struggled helplessly as Selen used her free hand to tug at the little bow in the middle of Fabia's back, quickly unfastening her bikini top then rolling her sideways. There was a large cheer from the crowd she tugged the yellow top aside revealing small but nicely shaped breasts with large triangular patches of pale skin where her bikini had been and a dusting of freckles over her cleavage.
Selen was beginning to think this was almost too easy. How was the crowd going to react if it was all over so soon? The redhead didn't seem to have either the strength or skill to escape from the hold and she was able to take her time, leisurely fondling the girl's boobs, exploring the gentle curves of her smooth skin. The girl grunted and struggled and swore but could do nothing to stop Selen's skilful fingers toying with her stubby pink nipples until they stood proud and erect and Na'kral could only look helplessly towards her colleague as Selen slipped her hand down over her trim stomach towards her thighs.
The blonde was so intent on holding the girl's wrists tight and stroking the increasingly damp material of the bikini bottoms that she didn't notice the girl stretching her foot towards her partner. The moment their fingertips touched, Na'kral leapt into the ring like a tiger bursting free from its cage.
The tremendous roar of the crowd masked Melea shouting a warning and so Selen was taken completely by surprise when she felt her arms being tugged upwards and backwards. The other girl quickly putting her in a full nelson, her arms looping under Selen's and her hands locking together behind her neck. In this position, Selen's arms were trapped in position, her elbows level with her ears and her hands resting on top of her head. Na'kral showed her impressive strength, quickly rolling her over so that Selen found herself lying on top and face up.
The blonde struggled but knew it was near impossible to get out of this hold, especially with such a muscular opponent. She looked up at the clock, which had already started to count down the seven minutes until the double-team period elapsed. She tightly clamped her knees together as the redhead got to her knees and quickly tugged at her bikini top. There was a lusty male roar from the crowd as she easily pulled the stretchy green material aside exposing Selen's cupcake boobs. Now the tables were turned and Selen was forced to watch as the girl's lips rained warm kisses over her neck and shoulders and her hands cupped her bare breasts. The aphrodisiac had had several minutes to work and Selen quickly began to feel aroused, and she couldn't suppress a moan of pleasure as the girl's soft red lips kissed her way along the gentle slope of her boobs and fastened around one of her aching nipples.
"Good, isn't she?" Na'kral said squeezing her arms painfully. "Not much of a wrestler but I've seen her bring an opponent to a screaming orgasm in three minutes flat."
"No chance," gasped Selen defiantly as she felt the redhead's tongue flicker over her taut nipple sending little electric sparks of pleasure straight to her clit.
"By the way, my sister Na'ina sends her regards," Na'kral said, her lips next to Selen's ear.
"You're Na'ina's sister?" Selen gasped.