Siren’s Revenge

Mixed and F/F boxing, 320 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), completely CFNM, no blood.

Siren had been badly shaken by losing to Ms Missery (Gallery 836). As well as that, she had a grudge against her that was about more than the loss of prestige from defeat. One moment she had been happily filming MM destroying Todd, the next she had lost him to her. After the shock of defeat had worn off, she decided there would have to be a rematch. But first she must prepare for it, and she spent the next weeks training hard.

For her part, MM had pretty much taken over the club. She filmed the matches now, made the decisions, and hired new fighters. Plus, she had two men to humiliate now - Todd, and her older “boyfriend”, Phillip. If either of them got too badly beaten up by a woman, there was always the other one to put up against the next tough female fighter.

Phillip. Of course! That was how Siren would get her revenge. She had beaten him before (Gallery 805), and it should be easy enough to goad him into fighting again. All it would take would be the odd snide remark here and there. Once she considered herself to be ready, she set about being bitchy if he happened to be around. He fell for it, and their rematch was soon arranged, with MM on the camera.

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Like Todd, Phillip chose not to do any warmup exercises. He would start panting, which was embarrassing, and he didn’t want that to be seen. So he just watched while Siren did hers, believing she would just drain her energy to no avail. Her sleek, black leotard, black boots and gloves looked fine on her as she put her supple body through its paces (making sure she pointed her backside at Phillip – out of a wish to distract him, or to show disrespect, he couldn’t be sure).

When he entered the ring, he looked pretty forlorn. Both Siren and MM had insisted that he fight naked; and his dull, mud-coloured gloves contrasted strongly with Siren’s smart shiny ones. (Come to that, he looked just as drab compared with MM’s sparkling purple leotard, too.) Still, he put on a reasonable show, mirroring Siren’s fighting stance. Then they locked up.

In an ambitious move for so early on, Siren leapt on Phillip’s left shoulder, and hooked her left arm under his right shoulder, immobilizing both his arms. It was then easy for her to swing him down onto his back, headlocking him with both arms and pushing her right thigh against his manhood (disconcertingly so, for him). But, pushing the pace, she suddenly slipped to his side, and clamped her legs shut around his middle. Intensifying the body scissor straight away, she demanded that he submit.

Well, that was easy! Just a few more notches on the pressure and he submitted without her even needing to make the demand a second time, unlike with Todd.

“Siren 1, Loser nil,” she happily announced with her foot on his face.

After the briefest of posing for MM’s camera, Siren was back in the middle, eager to get at Phillip again. She made a show of locking up, before seizing his left arm. She turned away from him, taking that arm with her, as it were. Balancing on her left foot, with her right arm under his left arm, and grabbing his right with her free hand, she swayed, bringing him up off the mat.

It was a beautifully executed throw, that sent Phillip crashing down on his back before he knew what was happening. Sitting up, sore and stunned, he knew no more until Siren’s legs were once more snapped shut around his middle, this time from behind. She heaved him down with her thighs, so that he lay on his back on top of her. Once again, she exerted growing pressure with the scissor, until he felt as if his body would collapse under the onslaught, headlocking him for good measure.

Swapping the headlock for a full Nelson, she shouted, “Submit, bitch,” and after a couple more nasty reminders of the power of her thighs, he did just that. As expected, Siren announced the score, in the same way as before.

So, it was a quick pose again, then back to the waiting Phillip. After a token lock up, she went straight for the balls, kicking hard. Phillip stooped and staggered. It was a gift for Siren, who thrust her left leg over his neck, easily bringing him down to his knees. Well, what should a girl do now? Of course, a standing headscissor! She inflicted more suffering with her thighs, allowing him to drift down to his hands and knees, but still keeping the feminine prison around his neck.

Putting Phillip on his side, Siren trapped his neck in her arms, and locked her legs around his middle. Exploiting this combination of scissor and choke, she insisted he submit a third time. Either he was unable to speak, or he did rather better than before, because this time she had to make her demand a second time before he complied.

After the inevitable “Siren 3, Loser nil” she flexed her biceps for MM’s camera, then went back to the middle again. But there was no Phillip to face her this time – at least not at eye level, because he was still on his back, sporting a massive defeat boner. Seeing that he wasn’t going to get up, she pretended to look at her watch. Then she straddle pinned him (or face-sat him, depending how you want to think of it), and ordered him to submit the match. After a little hesitation, Phillip pathetically complied.

Siren kept the pin going, smiling over at the camera. After that, for a bit of fun, she pulled him up by his head, and punched him low in the stomach. Very low. If he hadn’t had an erection, she would have missed his cock. As it was … well, you only had to look at Phillip’s agonised expression.

Gasping, Phillip collapsed onto his back, only to be told by his adversary that he had 30 minutes to get ready to box.

He made it back into the ring, at any rate, before the 30 minutes elapsed, and they touched gloves. MM laughed, noticing he still had his erection, as if his body had already made up its mind that he would be defeated. (Perhaps it was looking forward to it – who knows?)

Phillip flashed a left jab at Siren, which she had no trouble in avoiding, smiling as it went harmlessly past the side of her face. A follow up right from him was treated in the same way.

“Go on, hit him!” thought MM, longing to see – and hear – the woman’s glove land on her “boyfriend”.

She didn’t have long to wait, and she sighed contentedly when Siren’s left fist struck his chest. Knowing her business, she got him in the same spot with her right. So much for Phillip not wanting to be seen panting! He was doing just that after 2 punches from Siren to his chest, and he found himself retreating.

He clinched, playing for time, but Siren’s greater strength put him against the ropes. This was when she cut loose! She powered a left hook into his jaw, and his head rocked to the side. Then she launched her right fist into his body, uppercutting low. It was her third attack on his now-suffering chest, and he folded around her fist, his face a rictus of pain.

A second left hook swung his whole body round, so he was looking outside the ring. He had thought that nothing could match the strength of her thighs. Now he wasn’t so sure.

Phillip was in disarray, but Siren didn’t want the fight to end just then. She retreated a few paces into the middle and beckoned to him to join her. Should he? He was tempted to leave the ring and make a run for it. But try doing that with no clothes on! So, after feeling his painful right jaw, he went and joined her – to be greeted with a punch in the right eye.

Redressing the balance, she fired a right cross at the opposite jaw, and the unhappy Phillip recoiled from the punch. His miserable face was looking straight at the camera and MM caught his hopeless expression as he was battered by Siren’s fists. She hadn’t had so much entertainment for a long time, and she was adoring the sight of this strong woman knocking her boyfriend about. She homed the camera in on his black eye, looking forward to inflicting the video on him later.

Siren’s left fist hooked into his eye a second time, before she let rip at him with a second right cross. Curving her body so she came in at him from an angle, it allowed MM to catch a lovely view of her sexy rear view for the camera. (Not that it was deliberate, of course – oh, no!)

Siren smashed another left hook into his face. By this stage, she almost blindly aimed for his face. She had made impressions all over it now, so wherever she struck she would probably hit a previous injury she had inflicted on him.

A lovely, angled-in right uppercut hammered Phillip’s chin and put him on his back, unconscious. The only thing that was alive about him was his defeat boner. Siren celebrated beside him, then went over to pose for the camera. Returning, she counted him out, concluding that he was “not man enough” to fight her. There was some more posing, before she puzzled MM by going into a corner.

MM’s puzzlement turned to horror then anger, as she saw Siren fitting a strap on. She understood everything now. The whole fight with Phillip had just been a ploy so she could get revenge for MM taking Todd off her. Very well, if that’s the way she wanted it …

“Phillip is my boy toy, bitch!” she furiously confronted Siren in the ring, raising her gloved fists.

“No anymore,” replied Siren, refusing to back down.

They agreed to fight, and Phillip, conscious once more, hurriedly got out of the way. He didn’t want to get caught in any of it, and cowered, leaning against the ropes. He was fascinated and disturbed that Siren was going to fight while wearing that disgusting strap on.

The women circled and MM struck with her left, but Siren evaded it. She then caught MM with her own left jab, rather a sharp one, which took her opponent on the ear. Siren fought with the energy and initiative of vengeance, speedily following the jab with a right hook to the jaw. The momentum was with her, just as it had been with MM about 2 months before. MM clinched – not a good idea with Siren in her current mood – and ended up on the ropes, borne down by the stronger woman.

An expansive left hook had MM stretching back between the middle and the top rope. A right cross to the chin did the same thing. Siren was giving her opponent no time to counterattack or even dodge her blows. She fought with a fury; but it was a controlled fury – just enough to provide impetus and adrenalin, but not too much so as to produce any mistakes. The result was that MM spent most of the time half out of the ropes.

When she did move away from them, she was met with a huge right uppercut, then a swinging left in at her kidney. A second uppercut put her back where she had been, and that was when Siren decided to ease off momentarily. Just as she had with Phillip, she retreated a few paces to the middle and beckoned to MM to join her.

She did, and received a left cross bang on the chin. The barrage continued with a right hook. MM broke after that, falling backwards and having to prop herself up with her hands on the mat. Still Siren kept on, pounding her head with her left glove. MM collapsed onto her front, no longer trying to stop herself sprawling on the mat.

“Payback, bitch,” announced Siren, smiling for the first time in this encounter. She asked MM if she had had enough, and she conceded the fight to her. Siren then made her suck the strap on. MM hated it, but recognised that by their “rules” it was part of Siren’s due as the victor.

“WHAT?” thought Phillip, when Siren turned to him to suck it. It was his first experience of it, and he passionately hoped it would be the last. But, as Siren told him, he was now her property, just as Todd’s “ownership” had been transferred to MM the previous time. So he sucked, trying to take his mind off it, for fear of throwing up. It was no consolation to be told that he was “even better than the Bitch at giving a BJ”.

“YOU WHAT?” he thought again, when Siren ordered him to get on all fours. “Surely she’s not going to …” But she did. Phillip was filled with unnatural, perverse pain as Siren violated him. When at last she withdrew, she commanded him to masturbate. He thought he had better do as she said, and she looked on approvingly as he soon climaxed.

When Siren told MM to get on all fours, she had the hideous thought that she was going to have the same ordeal that Phillip had just endured. However, she got off lightly, and Siren made her lie over Phillip, so she could pose over them.

Yes, revenge is sweet!