“Girlie” Victory

Mixed wrestling and boxing, 420 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), partially CFNM, no blood.

Todd was incorrigible. He got his kicks (sometimes literally) from annoying women. Time and again he provoked them as far as a confrontation, and the matter would end up in the ring. So when Kira, Kimiko’s younger sister, went to stay with them, she decided she didn’t like him after about ten minutes.

He never saw the warning signs: a frown, a raised voice, an angry denial. What he considered banter, others took as insults. Kimiko looked on and smiled. She knew exactly where this would go, and then how that would end up. Her sister was an accomplished wrestler and kick boxer, though she “forgot” to tell Todd.

Sure enough, the challenge came on the second day of Kira’s visit. Todd found the idea hilarious, and when Kimiko suggested wrestling first, best four out of seven, then boxing, he had replied, “Sure, whatever”. Kira simply nodded, and agreed that Kimiko should film it. So the three of them set off for the gym with no more ado.

Oh, it was so funny, wasn’t it, Todd? I mean, how can you take an opponent seriously in a sugar-pink leotard, with matching gloves? Certainly, she looked delightful in it. She had a fine, curvy figure and tantalising large round breasts. The colour suited her gentle Japanese features and dark hair, too. But really! Granted, she seemed confident doing her warm-up routine in the ring, but how can you take someone seriously who looks as if they’ve just stepped out of a rehearsal for “The Mikado”?

“I’m going to beat you up,” she told Todd, looking up at his superior height. Ridiculous!

“Fight!” directed Kimiko, and they squared up, then circled. Each one grabbed the other together, and they swayed, struggling for dominance. It wasn’t by chance that Kira held Todd around his neck and shoulder, because she was able to slip it easily into a headlock. It looked quite comical – Todd was bent forward, his backside in those drab shorts that he always wore in the ring, protruding, with his neck stuck in the crook of Kira’s left arm. Not laughing now, are you, Todd? To make it worse for him, she managed to secure his left arm in the hold too, so it had the same effect as an arm triangle choke.

But she wasn’t content to leave it at that. She wanted to push the action to a result. With a strength that surprised him, she whisked him up off the mat and hip tossed him onto his back.

She was on him straight away, pinning him. Her arms then shot around his neck, once again lodging his left arm in the hold, in an echo of the arm triangle choke-style. She grinned as Todd gave a cry of pain, and increased the pressure on his neck and arm, before suddenly switching back to the pin. He tried ineffectually to push her off, but she wasn’t going anywhere.

Kira rolled him over, sat on the small of his back, placed her arms under his arms, and pulled his upper body away from the rest of him by his face, stretching his arms upwards at the same time. If you like, it was a cross between a camel clutch and a full Nelson. Then she let go, and he flopped down, exhausted from the pain in his back, stomach, chest and shoulders. It was simple enough for her to choke him again, from above and behind.

But she worked through her holds rapidly, and suddenly rolled onto her back, swinging him above her, while keeping her left arm around his neck. Hooking her legs over the small of his back to keep him where she wanted him, she once more enforced a rigorous choke, demanding he submit. Silence.

“Give, bitch,” she insisted, and this time it worked. The over-confident male wrestler submitted to the girl in the sugar-pink leotard. Only minutes earlier he had laughed at the prospect of fighting the slight, pretty, Japanese girl.

Kira stood up and celebrated. She walked around the heap on the ground that was Todd, savouring her decisive win, then stood with a foot on his face and announced, “Kira one, Todd nil,” earning praise from Kimiko.

Meanwhile Todd was stirring. He got up painfully and faced Kira for the next round. The contrast to ten minutes or so earlier couldn’t have been more obvious – now it was Kira who was laughing and smiling, while they circled, whereas Todd looked worn and weary. Kimiko admired how light her sister was on her feet, and nodded her approval when she brought him down, using a clothesline against his chest and tripping him up with her right leg.

Once again Todd was on his back, with his ladylike adversary on top of him. She sat on his groin – always disconcerting for a man – and heaved his right leg up and under her left thigh, locking it, and making him cry out. Next, she tumbled him onto his side, and flirted with the idea of punching him, causing him to panic. Instead she opted for a headlock, before working her legs around his waist, and squeezing him into a body scissor from behind.

Todd gasped as her strong legs did their work. She may have had the shapely legs of a dancing girl, but they had the power of a boa constrictor. It was no better when Kira shifted to her side, so she could look at her prey in his discomfort while increasing the pressure of the scissor. She grabbed his free arm, in case he thought of some sort of counterattack (which was doubtful, but she had to make sure).

“Submit now,” she demanded. For the second time, Todd was silent; for the second time he did as he was told when she insisted, begging her to let him go.

Kira stood with her foot on Todd’s chest and raised her arms in triumph, before walking over to Kimiko, and announcing into the camera lens, “Kira two, Todd nil”. But she was impatient to continue, and went back to Todd. She asked him mockingly if he was ready to fight.

He got up with a bad grace and squared up to her. God, that smile of hers was annoying him! It was distracting him – perhaps it was meant to – and once again she took him completely by surprise. Showing astonishing acrobatic skills, she jumped up at him, hooked her legs around his back, and held on to his neck. She kissed him, adding to his confusion, then brought him down on top of her, still with her legs entrapping his midsection. At the same time, she had him in yet another headlock.

Tiring of the hold, she moved Todd down her body, and manoeuvred him into a crouch with her flexible legs. Then she seized his left arm and yanked it towards her, forcing him into a triangle choke. The strain on his back, legs, neck and left shoulder was severe, and worsening the longer Kira kept the hold up. His mouth opened in a silent expression of pain.

Easing from this hold into a brief head scissor, Kira asked, “Do you submit, bitch?” while tweaking his nose for good measure. Once more, she had to ask a second time, and once more, it worked.

In what was becoming a ritual, she stood up and put her foot on his chest, so she could pose over him. Then she went over to the camera and once more told it the score. Returning to Todd, she asked him if he could continue the fight, and he told her no, he had had enough.

“Time for a bit of domination,” she thought, jumping on him and pinning him, good old schoolgirl-style. She gripped his wrists and, by accident or design, forced him to look up at her breasts, swinging slightly with her efforts.

“Give up and admit defeat,” she insisted, staring into his eyes. This time, Todd didn’t hesitate. He would say whatever she wanted, just to get her to stop. But she didn’t stop. She continued with the pin and the stare, if only to demonstrate that she could do whatever she liked, and there was nothing he could do about it. She looked over at Kimiko and smiled for the camera, before framing a silent question at her sister. Kimiko nodded, so Kira moved up Todd’s body and sat on his face.

He’d better do what she wanted! Luckily for him, he was very good at it, having had lots of practice from all his defeats to women, and he had her in ecstasy. She sang out, in her victory orgasm, then stood up and celebrated her win.

“Kira four, bitch boy nil,” she told the camera, with her arms aloft. Returning to Todd, she ordered, “Give me your shorts, LOSER.” She took them and threw them contemptuously out of the ring. Todd just lay there impassively, keen to rest before the boxing, and ended up falling asleep.

He woke up to see Kira leaning against a corner post - and how fine she looked in her skimpy leotard! Full breasts, narrow waist, and broad hips, she radiated feminine strength. She smiled, observing Todd waking up, and then started her warm-up exercises. Todd didn’t bother with any, considering that she may look strong in her hips and legs, but she didn’t look as if she could do much damage with her arms. Girlie strength, he told himself. No, the boxing was where he would get his pride back.

The met in the middle of the ring, and she told him she would knock him out. Yeah, yeah, he thought. “Fight,” directed Kimiko, and they squared up. Todd fired a left, and Kira ducked. That was disconcerting. Her quick reaction took him by surprise. He got even more of a surprise when she banged her left fist into his chest while he was still following through. It certainly didn’t feel like a weak, “girlie” punch. His chest felt as if she had set fire to it.

Oof! She got him low in the stomach with her right, and he suffered waves of numbing pain. He retreated a step, and she landed a good left on his jaw. Despite her smile, she was serious about this. Perhaps her assertion that she would knock him out wasn’t just idle bragging after all.

She got him in the same place with her right, doubling the pain there, and making him feel momentarily dizzy. It was so incongruous – this girl in her flimsy leotard, looking as if she would be more at home as a fashion model, fighting like a seasoned pugilist. What’s more, she’d got him on the ropes. “I’ve got to do something,” Todd thought, lashing out with his right. How it missed her, he didn’t know, but he got a sharp left to the ribs in return. He winced, breathing in, knowing they would hurt for weeks.

He didn’t see her next punch coming, but it took his mind off his ribs. She got him in the same place a third time, with an angled in right uppercut to his left jaw. The earlier momentary dizziness came back with a vengeance. Todd was losing control. He seemed to be drifting; lazily, slowly, descending … bang! He got a nasty jolt as his back hit the mat. But it made his senses return. That dainty monster smiling down at him had put him on his back! And she was impatient for more.

Come on Todd, you can’t let her get away with that! Where’s your pride, man? He got up, gave himself a shake, and got a hefty blow so low in the stomach that she struck part of his manhood. He felt sick. That’s a rotten foul, he thought. But who’s going to insist on the rules? Certainly not Kimiko, who obviously wanted Kira to win.

For the second time in probably under two minutes he got a jolt, this time courtesy of a girlie pink glove on his chin. There was nothing girlie about Kira’s punch, though. It was a shattering right cross, which deserved to put him on his back again. But Kira was glad it didn’t. She was getting into her stride, actually seemed to have a rhythm going, and didn’t want it interrupted. She banged a left uppercut under his chin. For a comical few moments, Todd jumped a couple of inches, landed, looked puzzled, then flopped down on his back.

Kira went and stood over him, hands on hips. Then she walked to Kimiko and celebrated her knockdown, happy after all that she’d sent him back down again. She stood and watched as Todd got to his hands and knees. She could see his ribs expanding and contracting with his heavy breathing. “Haven’t I made a mess of him!” she thought happily, while he got painfully to his feet.

“Fight!” ordered Kimiko, and Kira took a run at him, sending her left fist hard into his stomach. No more deep breaths for a little while, after that! To compound his discomfort, she sliced her right fist in from the side at the same spot.

In desperation, Todd clinched. He was in such a bad way that he was oblivious to the lovely body he now held around the waist. That same lovely body forced him to the ropes. Kira extricated herself easily enough, then appeared to bury her left fist in his stomach. Three body blows like that, in quick succession, bludgeoned him into helplessness. Once again, his mouth opened, and no sound came out. But his face was a picture of agony and despair.

It was a punch fest. One of those girlie boxing gloves – the right one – powered into Todd’s jaw, and soared expansively beyond into the air. Kira seemed to leave it there a few seconds, in the way that a golfer or a batsman leaves the club or the bat where it is for the cameras, after a match-winning shot. Kimiko took the hint, and got a lovely close-up of it, including the tears in Todd’s eyes.

He was all in, like a drunk who has to be carried to bed. Kira walked to the middle of the ring, and turned to him, beckoning. He lurched towards the smiling young woman. She teased him with a left feint at the body, and he somehow had enough reaction left to try to evade it, bogus though it was. It presented her with the wide-open target of his chin, as she had intended.

Kira’s last, knockout punch was a thing of beauty. It was a barnstormer of a right cross, and a masterly balance of poise, strength, timing and delivery. Kimiko shivered with pleasure, filming her younger sister knock her husband out. He fell away from the girl’s

outstretched glove, and crashed down on his back.

Kira raised her arms in jubilation at such an emphatic win, then placed a foot on Todd’s throat and started to count. At three, she asked rather pointlessly if he was awake. At 6, she told him (not that he was aware) that Kimiko was so proud of her, adding that she was embarrassed by him at nine. At ten she stated that he was “out”, because she liked hearing herself say it. The pretty little victor then went over to Kimiko, smiled at the camera, and announced that she had won by a knockout (and how she loved saying that!)

Aware that Todd was stirring, Kira walked back to him and lay on top of him, in the classic “69 position”. She took his cock into her gloved hand while she sat on his face, for the victory ritual. She worked away at it as hard as she had fought, and it wasn’t long before he shuddered and shouted his way to a climax.

Then it was time for more celebration. Kimiko entered the ring and applauded, while Kira placed her foot on Todd’s cock and raised her arms in triumph one last time. After that, Kimiko did the thing properly, and raised her sister’s right arm, proclaiming her the winner by knockout.

The ladies left the ring, leaving Todd too battered and exhausted to get up.