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At Close Quarters

By Wolfboy

Emma defends her championship against a familiar young contender.

The next defence Emma would make of World Catfight championship title came, for some, against a surprising challenger. The young Argentine Gabrielle Suarez, who we had seen so impressively dominate an experienced bigger woman in Pandora in the semi-private inter schools challenge, had been chosen as Emma’s next opponent. The teenaged fighter had made a real splash though in the world of organised catfights, running through a handful of quite well thought of women in an impressive and unique style to earn the big opportunity. Emma knew very well that she had to take the unconventional but very effective fighting style of the Argentine teen very seriously, That was especially the case with the World Catfighting Association continuing to use their simple no time limit, anything goes, one submission rules.

The venue chosen showed the interesting style of the World Catfight Association as well. The title had first been fought over on top of a skyscraper, then in a village hall type of building. This time Emma and Gabbi would fight in what was being called the crush box. The premise was simple enough. The box was essentially a perspex cube surrounding wrestling mats, but the walls were going to be on the move through the first 15 minutes of the fight. What would start as a 21 foot cube at the opening of the fight would be a 6 foot cube by the end of that time. By that point there would be no escaping a fighter who was on top in the match, no space to run and hide. General consensus amongst those surrounding the crush box was that as the match went on, it swung more into Emma’s favour with Gabbi unable to use her speed so well. That was the conventional wisdom, but Gabbi had already demonstrated that she was able to fight close up with bigger women. She’d reduced her last opponent to something of a confused wreck by the end of their fight with her mixture of sexfighting, skilled wrestling and catfighting. The challenge was whether she could get that done against someone with Emma’s experience inside an intense environment.

It wouldn’t be long before the answer to that was known, as Gabbi now waited inside the perspex box for Emma and her shot at the championship crown that Emma had perched on her head as she waited backstage. I’d already taken a seat at the side of the box in the front row. The whole set was purpose built so that the two opposite sections of seating would move in with the box, meaning that the front row on either side was never more than a foot away from the perspex wall. Looking across through the perspex, I could see that I was sat directly opposite Joan Hardwick, Gabbi’s teacher in the past and now, it seemed, her mentor. Then Emma made her way into the purpose built arena, all eyes, and especially those of Gabbi on the champion as she entered the box after placing her crown on the podium that stood at the end of the entrance way. Gabbi couldn’t help but cast a fleeting glance at it, perhaps wondering did she have what it would take to wrest it from Emma. Then she looked at Emma standing opposite her in the perspex box, and she smiled at her. It was a disarming smile, one that Emma returned, but having seen Gabbi fight, she wasn’t in the least bit taken in by the sweet and innocent act by her challenger.

On the outside of the box stood the ring announcer and the referee, neither of whom would actually enter the structure during the match. In the case of the referee, it had been wisely suggested that when the box went down to six feet square, an extra person in that space was likely just going to get in the way. As a result, both women were dressed in the same way, towering heels, bare legs and a shimmering black sequinned cocktail mini dress. It was fair to say the World Catfight Association definitely had the best dressed officials.

It was the announcer who took the microphone now and spoke. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the crush box. Welcome to the fight for the World Catfight Association Championship!’ she began. ‘It will be no holds barred….it will have no time limit, and it is a one submission fight. It is to be the first crush box fight, where the parameters of the fight area will shrink by one foot in each direction, each minute, until the 15 minute mark of the fight. At that point, it will stop at a six foot square until the match is won. Conscious of the murmur of anticipation in the tightly packed arena, she paused for a second, building tension as she allowed the noise to just subside a little. ‘Now, the challenger’ she picked up then, ‘she is from Argentina. She is 19 years old, stands 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighs 145lbs and measures 36C-25-37 with a perfect record of 11 fights, 11 wins, this is Gabrielle Suarez! Her opponent is the World Catfight Association champion, she is from England, she is 44 years old, stands 5 feet 10 inches tall, weighs in at 171lbs and measures 40E-28-38 with a catfight record of 69 wins and 23 losses.’

Now with the formalities of introduction out of the way, both fighters were almost ready to go. Almost, but both wore a short silk robe over their respective fight outfits. The referee went to one corner on the outside of the ring, the announcer to the other corner, so that two small hatches could be opened, allowing each to pass their robes to the outside. Emma’s light pink robe gave way to a bright fuchsia pink G-string. Confidently she had elected to fight topless against the young brunette. In turn, Gabbi removed her white robe to reveal that was in a lemon coloured bikini set, not unlike what she had worn against Pandora. Emma looked her up and down confidently as she waited for the sound of the bell. ‘That’s OK sweetheart’ Emma called across the cube, ‘you keep those little girls under cover until I decide to get them out for you’. It was a comment designed to unsettle Gabbi perhaps as it ended, punctuated almost by the side of the bell. That was accompanied by the slight sound of the crush box mechanism starting up, the walls starting to move slowly, almost imperceptibly at first at the speed of one inch every five seconds. The first foot of movement was taken up entirely by Gabbi slowly circling Emma who had taken up a central position. Neither committed to a move, not even a slap thrown, as they evidently weighed each other up. Emma watched the Argentine with a thinly veiled amusement as she circled at distance, reminding her ‘ you’ll run out of space to run eventually girl….let’s fight!’

‘What’s the rush?’ Gabbi smiled in return, continuing to circle out of range as she knew the crush box mechanism was already into it’s second foot of movement. Still she darted in closer to try and slap Emma’s face, finding the attempt batted away in defence by Emma. Now Emma swung a heavy slap towards Gabbi’s head, finding the Argentine had the speed to duck that easily and the Argentine landed with the first really telling blow of the fight, whipping a right hand into Emma’s body. Emma took it easily enough though it wiped a fraction of the amusement off her face as she realised Gabbi wanted to hit and run in the early going. Indeed, the Argentine went back to her languid circling of Emma, feinting in and out of range, quickly, perhaps hoping that Emma might get drawn to react. Unfortunately for Gabbi, Emma wasn’t taken in by her busy style, realising she actually wasn’t doing anything of note. The crush box had shrunk by another foot, and was on it’s way to reducing in size further while Gabbi remained at distance, still the only fighter to do anything to damage their opponent so far.

‘Come on you little bitch, fight!’ Emma challenged, relinquishing the centre of the crush box and instead enjoying the unusual sensation of leaning against the slowly moving wall, hands at her sides. Still Gabbi bided her time and the crush box was now 18 feet square in size when she tried to attack again, looking to dart in and send two punches into Emma’s body. One landed, a shrewd tactic from Gabbi perhaps to go after Emma in that way, but the second blow saw her stay in place for a moment too long. Emma grabbed a clump of her brunette locks and held her down for the cruellest of thigh strikes to the face. Gabbi fell back to the mat, landing on her butt in front of Emma, a slightly vacant look on her face, before she tried to scramble back on her butt. That movement came too late for her though, and Emma caught her perfectly with the sole of her foot between the breasts, and the brunette was knocked flat to her back towards the centre of the ever encroaching crush box. A big splash was quick to follow, Emma landing heavily with her 171lb frame across the body of the young Argentine to crush the air from her lungs. Gabbi groaned, and found herself to be almost immediately trapped in a cross-pin by Emma who had landed almost perfectly to apply the hold to the brunette. Gabbi wasted no time in using her hand in Emma’s hair though, making sure Emma couldn’t trap and pin the arm to the mat, and giving her a small degree of the defensive control needed. The teenager shuddered a little as Emma snaked a hand inside her lemon coloured bikini now, a crotch grab rather than maul for now. ‘Submit?’ she asked, the implication pretty clear to the Argentine even as she denied it – give up or I’ll hurt you.

‘No!’ Gabbi said, resolve in her voice replaced by a shrill howl of pain from her as Emma started to maul between her legs, testing the early resolve of the young brunette.

‘That’s right, you scream you little brat…...aaaahhhhh!’ Emma told her, suddenly feeling the alarm bells sounding between her legs too as Gabbi bypassed the scant defences of her fuchsia pink G-string to respond with a pussy claw of her own. ‘Little bitch!’ Emma complained suddenly, realising that, lack of experience of not, Gabbi knew well enough how to hurt a woman. ‘Why don’t you submit bitch?’ Gabbi asked now, growing in confidence to a degree on seeing she was getting to Emma. That was to discount the fact that Emma still held the upper hand though for now, and she slugged Gabbi with two hard stomach punches to get free of her as she got to her feet. She took her time, knowing the crush box was still moving in on them inexorably. Soon enough it would be all action as the box shrunk further and further anyway.

Gabbi was a little slower to rise, grateful of the space Emma gave her, now that she had felt the power of the champion for the first time. Already the crush box was slowly shrinking and she didn’t shy away from the contact now, not looking to protect herself as she waded in with a fast flurry of slaps. Blows that Emma chose not to block herself, even as Gabbi moved from face to bare breasts, using some clever nail drags to start to sear Emma’s skin painfully. Instead she fired back, snapping Gabbi’s head side to side with her own blows, thrown less often but landing with an increased power and ferocity. Still the teenager continued to target the breasts for the most part, rocked but not thwarted by Emma’s blows, smiling in fact as she elicited an involuntary moan of pain from Emma. There was a stirring in the crowd at that; was the teenager starting to get through to Emma who was the favourite for most to win the fight. Opposite me, Joan looked on quite impassively as her protege was cut off mid attack by a knee to the body by Emma, dropping the Argentine to a knee once again in front of her. By now, Emma realised enough that Gabbi was dangerous enough; she dimmed her lights for the moment in the simplest way possible, with a right hand to the face. Still the momentum of the crush box moved on, slow and steady as it closed in further on the two women inside.

Gabbi had rolled in part to her side, and Emma just dropped a thigh thigh across the side of her face, knowing the punishment was going to take it’s toll on Gabbi who she held by the hair for the moment so that she could close her legs around her head in a tight side head scissors. Then she pushed up on her hands, increasing the pressure on the brunette as the angle of her hips shifted. ‘Mmnnnngghh!’ Gabbi groaned loudly as the walls of the crush box made their way past six feet and many in attendance felt like the brunette was perhaps on her way to submission. She’d certainly never been subjected to the thunderous power of Emma’s thighs before and she groaned loudly again, suffering in the submission hold as Emma started to light up her body with slaps. 6 feet of movement in the walls became seven feet as the mechanism pressed on, the walls continuing to close in on both woman, and maybe just a little of the power began to wane from Emma’s scissor hold. Gabbi had resisted the worst of it, and suddenly she countered, again proving that Emma’s G-string was, at best, an overconfident choice at best. Her fingers were inside it, stroking Emma’s clit for a brief moment, just brining her a fleeting pleasure, before she went for the claw. Emma’s scream of pain from that raised that interested murmur amongst the crowd as they wondered was this teenaged challenger starting to turn the tide. Emma tried to lift her leg, to smash it down across the face of the brunette only to find that the pain was so intense, she struggled to control the limb for the moment. She screamed again, concern as well as pain in it now; she wasn’t one to panic, but she had found herself in an agonising predicament suddenly.

She cried out again, the look of intense pain so clearly writ on her face. The walls had pressed in another foot, past halfway to their final destination. In desperation, she pawed at the face of the Argentine whose confidence grew as she felt that weak attack. Then Gabbi shrieked in anguish, just as she was about to ask Emma for her submission when my wife raked her eyes cruelly. A desperation move to get clear of a desperate situation and it was effective as Gabbi moved to rub at her eyes and Emma rolled free, getting away from the teenager. But she was less far away than before, and she was less inclined to stay away from Gabbi too. She recognised the teen was dangerous and she needed to be dealt with quickly now.

She came back on to the attack, taking advantage of Gabbi’s impaired vision to punish her as she caught her rising and swept her up into a body slam in the centre of the crush box. Immediately she was in the hair, one hand wrapped in brunette locks to bring Gabbi up so that she could push her back to the wall of the crush box. Gabbi had her back to the clear perspex in front of her mentor as Emma closed in quickly, electing to pin her in there tight to the perspex so that she could work to the body with a couple of punches. ‘Give up you little brat!’ she cautioned again, seeming to warm to her task there for a moment before once again she was surprised to find herself on the defensive as Gabbi stamped on her foot, then drove a knee up high into the inside of Emma’s thigh. Emma went for the hair, slamming the back of Gabbi’s head into the unforgiving perspex, then groaned again as she took another knee lift up into the inside of the other thigh. Her legs buckled a little, spread wider as they were by the harsh enough blows. She braced herself, suddenly expecting the third knee lift to be driven straight up to the crotch, but it didn’t happen, Gabbi instead sliding down the perspex and sliding between Emma’s legs so that she was behind her.

Emma was slow to react; Gabbi less so as she punched across her lower back while grabbing a handful of fuchsia pink G-String to wrench it into a harsh and deep wedgie. Emma moaned loudly, tried to swing her elbows back to get the Argentinian fighter off her, and found that Gabbi was wisely out of range before another powerful punch across the lower back sent her pitching breasts first against the oncoming wall. 10 minutes had almost passed, 10 feet of movement in the walls, and as the fight area got smaller, Gabbi continued to defy everyone’s best estimation of what might happen. She was getting on top, clubbing in a third punch across the kidneys, showing she could hit hard enough when she wanted to. Then her right foot hooked the inside of Emma’s right foot, eased that leg out a bit to the side, then shifted her a little more, spreading Emma’s stance subtly as she leaned her body into her from behind and got her fingers inside that G-string once more. Inside Emma too it was quickly evident as she started to finger fuck Emma there against the wall, showing a mastery of the technique well beyond her years. She pressed her lithe body into Emma, almost grinding her into the wall, flattening her breasts into the wall, and her fingers started to up the tempo as she flicked her tongue as Emma’s earlobe and started to kiss lightly at her neck.

‘Mmmmm…..bitch’ Emma complained, unable to totally deny she was enjoying the attentions the brunette was bestowing on her just now. The experienced eyes in the audience notes as she well that Gabbi had Emma’s right leg controlled just now, grapevined from behind to make sure that she stayed spread, allowing her fingers to tease the bigger, stronger woman. ‘Ooohhh….you like it, don’t you?’ Gabbi teased now, her lips close to Emma’s ear ‘Dirty old slag!’ she laughed then, causing Emma to try and work her way free of the hold, a brief flurry of activity as Gabbi’s insult stung her into action.

‘Bitch! It’s a fight!’ Emma moaned in protest, letting Gabbi know that she was starting to get to her through the eleventh minute of the fight.

‘Well fight me then’ Gabbi taunted, her leg continuing to control Emma, keeping her just spread enough to continue to allow her to penetrate the scant defences offered by the G-string. ‘Ooohhh you little….’ Emma whined now, Gabbi’s fingers working inside her with an expertise that seemed almost out of place in a fighter so young and relatively inexperienced. Emma’s eyes were screwed tightly shut for now, in denial perhaps of just what the young Argentine was doing to her. ‘Dirty old slag’ Gabbi repeated, her lips still close to Emma’s ear before she took a nip at her ear lobe and smiled at the involuntary shudder it brought through Emma’s body. She had the champion reeling there against the slowly encroaching walls and she knew it, reaching around to start kneading Emma’s breast harshly while the hand between her legs worked away feverishly, with the aim of forcing a draining orgasm from her. Then hand in her breast brought a flash of pain to Emma’s eyes before she cried out ‘ oh you…...ooooohhhhh….fucking brat….ooohhhhh fuck…..fuck….FUCK!’ as Gabbi hastily brought her to an orgasm, her body shuddering as it ripped through her there again the perspex wall of the box.

Twelve minutes had passed, moving towards thirteen and by now, the crush box was starting to look more like it’s name, down towards an 8 foot square. It was clear there was less space for fighters to get out of each other’s way now. It was also clear that Gabbi no longer cared about that as her fingers expertly extended Emma’s forced orgasm for as long as possible before she jumped up on Emma’s back, hoping to put her away with a submission attempt. One hand remained stuck like a limpet to Emma’s breast, while the brunette wrapped her other arm around the throat in a choke, and jumped up to wrap her legs tight around Emma’s body. As the fourteenth minute of action in the crush box started, the arena shrunk some more, and it no longer mattered as the two fighter’s bodies were intertwined. Emma’s legs betrayed her almost for a split second now, almost giving way before she lurched away from the wall of the crush box, now finding it was only two or three steps to the centre of the constantly diminishing fight area. Gabbi clung on tight, punishing her breast with the fiercest of breast mauls, drawing a high pitched whine of pain that was quickly choked off to little more than a gasp by the arm around her throat.

‘Submit you old slag….go on….submit!’ Gabbi implored now, confidence growing in the young fighter. Emma staggered again, hand going to Gabbi’s arm tightly around her throat, recognising that to be her biggest problem right now. She pulled at it, a degree of futility about it as she failed to budget Gabbi at all, and the brunette’s vicious breast mauling continued to take it’s toll. As the movement of the walls of the crush box started it’s last foot of movement, Emma dropped to a knee at the centre of it, her face almost as reddened from the exertion of staving off the choke as her breast was by the vicious attentions of the Argentine. The walls continued to close in, and I wondered, was the darkness caused by the choke starting to close in on her title reign perhaps?

It was those same walls that gave her a route out of the torturous attacks of the Argentine brunette though. She let out another whine of pain; genuinely feeling the effect of the highly effective twin attacks as the perspex walls of the crush box finally looked in place, leaving a six foot square for the action to take place in. Then, perhaps with the last vestiges of her energy reserves, she fought her way back to her feet, carrying Gabbi on her back as the brunette maintained that death grip of Emma’s breast, still choking her too. Suddenly though, for all her attacks, it was Gabbi who was vulnerable, even if she couldn’t see it, perched there as she was on Emma’s back. She was intent on finishing Emma and claiming the title, up until the point that Emma moved backwards quickly and drove her back into the unforgiving solid wall of the crush box. Trapped there between Emma’s curvy 171lbs and the solid perspex, the wind was crushed from Gabbi’s lungs in a rush, but she still clung on desperately. That just allowed Emma to come away from the wall and smash her back into it again, this time dislodging the Latina limpet from her back as Gabbi fell to the mat, suddenly breathing heavily.

Now Emma was free of the clutches of the Argentine, and she had a moment to gather herself and survey the damage that Gabbi had caused, particularly to her breast. Sure, she had been made to cum by her young opponent, but more of an immediate problem was the damage Gabbi’s nails had done to her breast which was a mass of angry red welts and nail marks. There was even a trace of blood there, showing that the Argentine really had done something of a number on her when she’d been on top. Emma knew very well that she couldn’t afford to get into trouble again like that; Gabbi was down and Emma intended to quickly put her down inside the narrow confines of the crush box. Gabbi had moved to all fours, and Emma quickly grabbed her left arm to pull it out to the side. Still a little dazed, Gabbi supported herself still with her right arm instead of dropping to the mat, and Emma took advantage to pump two hard kicks into Gabbi’s breasts. The teenager groaned loudly, and belatedly dropped to the mat to defend herself.

‘I told you we’d get these out when I was good and ready brat’ Emma taunted as she scratched her nails up Gabbi’s back until she grabbed her bikini top and fairly ripped it from her body to expose the teenager. There was a rough hand in the brunette’s hair now, forcing her up in to a doubled up position so that Emma might drive a knee up into those uncovered breasts, flattening them into Gabbi’s chest. The young Argentine was reeling now, and would have dropped back to the mat has Emma not held her upright by the hair. A handful of breast, nails dug in as Gabbi let out a shrill cry of pain allowed Emma to force her upright now as she taunted further ‘let’s see how you like it you little bitch!’ while she worked her fingers in Gabbi’s breast harshly. Gabbi was a fighter at heart, balling up her fists to send a punch into Emma’s body, a punch that landed solidly enough to show she was still to be respected. But Emma shot back with a withering version of the same punch to send Gabbi crumpling back to the mat, gasping for breath. It was almost over for the Argentine as Emma loomed over her, then simply dropped heavily on to her body, totally winding Gabbi now.

‘Get ready to submit you little brat’ she told the gasping brunette, just before she deftly shifted position and sat squarely on her face in a reverse face sit, perfectly applied to cut off Gabbi’s chances of replenishing her lungs. It was a grinding face sit at that, Emma sitting heavily, working her hips in the style favoured by Jemma, making sure Gabbi couldn’t employ her tongue in the style she may well have wanted to in defence. Instead, all she could do was taste the fruits of her earlier labours as Emma rubbed her crotch and ass all over Gabbi’s face, her cum soaked G-string barely covering her at all as she did so.

‘Come on then you little bitch, get out of this!’ Emma scornfully admonished the young Argentine, clipping her breast with a stinging slap before she took up a double handed maul on the same breast. She was immediately working that breast as if she intended to wring something out of it. First of all she was able to wring a shrill squeal of anguish from Gabbi who writhed in pain as she continued to suffer in the smother.

‘Come on bitch, what are you going to do about it?’ Emma taunted now, no let up as her fingers intensified the pain Gabbi felt now.

What Gabbi was going to do was submit, loudly and quite clearly despite the smothering face sit as she howled ‘I GIVE UP!’

‘Thought so’ Emma said, not shifting for a moment as I noted a look of thinly veiled anger on the face of Joan outside the ring. Emma didn’t care though, she was the champion on her throne, waiting for the announcer to declare her the winner to the cheers of the crowd, while the referee placed the crown back on her head. It was only then, wearing her championship crown, that she got off the defeated teen, taking care just to drag her foot across her breasts before she took to the applause of the crowd and left the crush box, leaving Gabbi lying on the mats with a hand over her face. The teenager had given it her best, but it hadn’t quite been enough and Emma was still the queen of world catfighting.