2 comments/ 11827 views/ 6 favorites Wendy vs Hannah By: MELD9003 Hi readers, This is the eighteenth installment in this series. Previous story: 17. Saskia vs. Belle. Hope you enjoy it, MELD. ********************** Letting out a long sigh, Wendy picked up the card and read it again. Miss Elna de Beer vs Miss Bronwyn Evans Miss Wendy Taylor vs Miss Hannah Myles Miss Isla Mcleod vs Miss Jennifer Cooper Miss Chloe Hilton vs Miss Lisa Trent "For God's sake, stop picking that bloody card up," said Sarah, hugging her apprehensive girlfriend, "don't worry baby, you'll be fine." "But why Hannah?" the big redhead groaned, "she'll tear me apart." "Don't be daft, of course she won't, you've got a few fights under your belt now. I'm sure you can handle her." "Hmm maybe; if she's having an off day," Wendy sulked, throwing the card in the waste bin. "Oh come on baby, you knew they wouldn't keep putting you up against newbies and pushovers forever. Patricia obviously thinks it's time to move you up a bit." "Move me up a bit? It's bloody Hannah for fuck sake!" the big girl scowled, "even you've only beaten her once, and that was a close run thing." "Yes I know, but it proves she can be beaten; in fact there's a few girls who have beaten her," replied Sarah. "Huh yeah, the fierce ones like Lily and Bronwyn," Wendy huffed, "I don't stand a chance babe." "Well you won't with that attitude; go on, go and have a bath, it'll help you to relax." "Hmm, okay." Giving out another long sigh, she dragged herself up off the bed, sloped off towards the bathroom and closed the door behind her; sitting down on the sofa, Sarah smiled and shook her head as she listened to her lover muttering and grumbling to herself about her opponent, although the little blonde could well understand why Wendy was so worried. Hannah was certainly a step up from all the other girls she had faced so far. She was a pretty brunette in her late twenties, about the same height as Wendy, but with a more athletic frame, compared to the soft curvy figure of the big redhead. Powerful and confident, she was very popular with the members and she rarely lost. Her 3-2 defeat to Sarah (her last) was one of only a handful she had suffered in the last year, an intense encounter which went all the way to the gong. Since then however, she had recorded a string of wins and was now at the top of her game; Sarah knew if Wendy was to stand any chance of causing an upset, she was going to have to be right at the top of hers... ******************** An hour or so later, Wendy came back into the room wrapped in a towel and running a brush through her hair. "Alright baby, nice bath?" Sarah smiled. "Mmmm, okay," "Fancy a brew? Or should I ring down for something a bit stronger?" "Nah; I'd better just have a tea I suppose." "Okay," the little blonde chirped, flicking the switch on the kettle, "what colours did you get, by the way?" Wendy picked up the hanger and looked inside the robe. "Purple," she replied, dangling the thong before tossing it on to the bed and returning to vigorously brushing her hair. "You still nervous?" "Nervous?...huh, I'm fuckin' bricking it," the big girl groaned, flopping down on the bed, "I tried to relax in the bath, but all I could think about was her, she's going to wreck me babe, I just know it." "No she won't," said Sarah, gently kissing her on the cheek and putting her arm round her, "I'm not going to lie to you, she's good, but I really do think you can hold your own against her." "Really?" "Yes, after all I should know, I've fought her." "Alright, where's her weak spot then?" asked Wendy hopefully. "Erm...I'm afraid she doesn't really have one, the best thing you can do is to try and tire her out, oh and don't let her get you in one of her sleeper holds, they're a real bitch to get out of." "Oh great, I wish I hadn't bloody asked now," the big girl moaned, folding her arms. "Come on, you'd better get ready, your number one fan will be here soon to collect you." "Don't start with the Nina stuff again," Wendy smiled, rolling her eyes. "You're going red again." "Bugger off short stuff, just get the tea made!" "Alright alright, I'm only messing baby."... Checking in the mirror yet again that her plaits were level, Wendy got up from the dressing table and resumed pacing up and down once more. "Bloody hell Wend, you're going to be knackered before you get down there at this rate, sit down," groaned Sarah irritably. "I can't, you know what I'm like, I just want to get on with it." Eventually the knock at the door came. Answering it, Wendy found Nina standing there, smiling warmly at the redhead. "Good evening Miss." "Good evening Nina." Stepping out into the landing, they saw Hannah waiting with Michelle. Glancing briefly at each other, the two fighters exchanged smiles before turning away. "You'll be alright," Sarah whispered, gently squeezing her lover's hand. "Mmm." Looking at her watch, Michelle nodded to Nina and they all made their way downstairs to the main room; as they waited at the double doors, Wendy could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears. "You can do it baby," Sarah whispered, giving her lover a peck on the cheek. "Hmmm." Smiling and giving a wink, the little blonde turned away and headed for the guest table, taking her seat next to Saskia. "How is she then Sarah?" "Nervous, I've tried my best to build her confidence up but I'm not sure I really got through to her." "Hmm, well it's about time she went up against someone a little stronger," said Saskia, taking a sip from her glass. "Whose idea was it to put her up against Hannah; yours or Patricia's?" "It was Patricia's, but I agreed with her decision," said Saskia as they watched her Ladyship introduce the two fighters. "Now ladies, we come to our second fight of the evening which I'm sure will be a most intriguing contest. First, we have a young lady who's going from strength to strength, will you please welcome to the matt, Miss Wendy Taylor." Swallowing hard as the applause rang in her ears, the big redhead made her way out to the centre of the matt with Nina at her side, as always smiling admiringly at her. "Good luck Miss," the maid whispered as she took the big girl's robe. "Thank you," Wendy replied, her gaze firmly fixed on her opponent as she waited for her to join her. "And now her opponent; a formidable competitor, will you please welcome Miss Hannah Myles." Beaming confidently, the brunette strode out on to the matt, slipped out of her robe and handed it to Michelle, revealing her powerful athletic figure. Wearing a pink thong with a matching bow in her ponytail, she stood with her hands on her hips, studying her opponent. "Hello there Wendy," she purred, a mischievous smile on her lips, "ready to play?" The big girl made no reply but simply smiled back. "This should be interesting," Saskia whispered as Patricia resumed her seat next to her. As Sarah looked around the room, a shock of red hair caught her eye. Looking again, she realised it was Lily; as their eyes met, the tall girl raised her glass, smiled and winked at her. "What's she doing here?" the little blonde asked nervously. "She's an invited guest this week, like you," replied Patricia, smiling as she picked up her glass. "Oh." Nodding back in acknowledgement as her insides winced, the little blonde turned her attention back to the matt. Jacqueline the referee had called them both to the centre and they were now knelt down facing each other. "Ready...Go!" Instantly, Hannah darted forward, pushing Wendy on to her back and grabbing her nipples. "Aaaaoow!" The pain coursed through the big redhead as Hannah twisted harder; gritting her teeth, she reached up and returned the favour. "Aaaaooow..fuck!" As her opponent let go, Wendy rolled Hannah on to her back and straddled her; reaching down she tore off her skimpy pink thong, a surprised shriek coming from the brunette as she felt the fingers slip between her legs. "Wow, impressive," said Saskia in a surprised tone as she watched Hannah trying desperately to wriggle free from under the big girl but it was hopeless, Wendy had her trapped, smiling down at her flushed face as she reached back and rubbed her swollen clit. "How's that? You like that Hannah? You like that?" Wendy teased, rubbing harder. "Uuuh..oh...ohhh fffuuck!" "Ohh yeeah..come on Hannah, sing for me!" Hannah kicked, bucked and growled in frustration as the Wendy stroked the rock hard bud. Moments later, the growls became gasps and eventually cries of ecstasy as the climax exploded, her fingers digging into the matt as the waves coursed through her. "Score Miss Taylor, 1-0" Standing up as she took the audience's applause, Wendy looked over at Sarah, the little blonde applauding and blowing her a kiss. Eventually Hannah got back up; nodding that she wished to continue, the two fighters knelt back down in the centre of the matt. "Ready...Go!" This time Wendy lunged forward, but Hannah was ready for her; catching her in a bearhug, the big girl wailed as the as her opponent squeezed, the pain shooting up her spine. "Aaaaagh!...ohhh Jesus!" "Hmmm, how's that Wendy?" the brunette purred, tightening her hold. "Aaaaahh fffuck you bitch!" Hannah maintained her hold for about a minute, extracting ever more desperate cries and pleas from her opponent before Jacqueline finally stepped in. "Break!" Grinning wickedly, Hannah released the groaning redhead and she fell back limply to the matt. "Bloody hell, she let that go on long enough didn't she?" Sarah scowled, glaring disapprovingly at the referee. "I'm quite sure Jacqueline knows what she's doing," Saskia replied. "Huh, yeah so do I." Pouncing on her weakened foe, Hannah yanked Wendy's thong off over her feet and flung it into the audience. "Ohhh nice," she purred, gently running her fingers over the waxed flesh and rubbing the soft moist lips. "Aaaaahh...oh God!" Wendy gasped, trying to wriggle away. "Oh no you don't, bitch!" Grabbing her by the ankles, Hannah dragged the big girl back, slipped between her legs and began to trib her, her thrusts sending shockwaves through the redhead. "Aahh...aaaahhhh...oh God!" "Oh yeeaah! Come on Wendy, let's see how good you really are!" the brunette hissed, increasing her thrusts. "Aaaahh...fffuck no!...nooo!" "FIGHT ME BITCH!" Wendy tried desperately to fight back but Hannah was just too strong; within seconds, she was writhing in ecstasy as a shattering orgasm racked her body, her head swimming as the audience's applause blurred with the throbbing of her pulse. "Break!" Hannah instantly released her opponent, raised her hands to the audience and stood at the corner of the mat, waiting for Wendy to get up so she could finish her off. "Score Miss Myles, 1-1." Still feeling a little unsteady, Wendy got back up to her knees and shuffled back to the centre of the matt. Sensing victory was close, a beaming Hannah came over and joined her. "Ready...Go!" Hannah lunged forward and gave the big girl a hard shove, sending her straight on to her back. Before Wendy could react, she spread her legs, slipped between them and resumed her assault, smiling down gleefully at her groaning opponent. "Aaaaahhh...oh ffuck!" "Come on Wendy, try and keep up," the brunette mocked, thrusting harder. A sudden flash of anger coursed through the redhead; gritting her teeth and mustering up all her strength, she grabbed Hannah's thigh and thrust back, her beautiful green eyes wide with rage firmly fixed on her tormentor. "Thaat's it Wendy, come on fight me!" Hannah growled as their hands clawed at each other's sweat drenched bodies. "Come on baby, you can do it," Sarah muttered under her breath, drumming her fingers nervously on the table. "Well she's certainly giving it a bloody good go," whispered Saskia. However, despite Wendy's best efforts it soon became apparent that Hannah was gaining the upper hand. Letting out a cry of despair and shaking her head, the redhead fell back and Hannah pushed home her advantage, thrusting harder as her opponent clawed limply at the matt. "I've got you now...come!" "Aaaahhh...ffuck you!" "COME BITCH!" Arching her back, Wendy screamed as a second, more intense climax burst within her, the waves rippling for what seemed like an eternity. Feeling certain that would be the winning score, Hannah released her limp opponent and raised her arms in victory to the audience. "Score Miss Myles; Miss Myles leads 2-1 with 3 minutes, 57 seconds remaining." "Shit," Sarah muttered looking down at the table. "Oh well, at least she gave it a really good go," Saskia shrugged. "Erm...I'm not sure Wendy's ready to leave yet," smiled Patricia, nodding over to the matt. To their amazement, Wendy had decided to continue and was now waiting in the centre once more. "You've got guts, I'll give you that," Hannah smirked as she knelt down opposite her. "I don't care how many you score, I'm not leaving this matt until that gong sounds," the big girl scowled, glaring at her beaming adversary. "Fair enough, have it your way." "Ready...Go!" Wendy clumsily lunged forward, only for Hannah to gather her up and roll her on to her back, the big redhead offering little resistance, pawing weakly at her assailant. After toying with her for a little while, Hannah rolled the exhausted Wendy into a matchbook pin, pushing her feet past her shoulders until they were almost touching the matt. "Uuuhhh...ohhh ffuuck!" the big girl groaned, her hands pushing down on the matt in a vain attempt to break free. "Oh I don't think so Wendy," the brunette purred as she gently slipped two fingers into the trapped girl's moistening pussy. "Ohhhh...Oh God!" Slipping in a third finger, Hannah began to thrust them in and out, gradually increasing the speed as Wendy's submissive gasps and mewls filled the room, the big girl now totally at the mercy of her opponent. "Do you like that?" Hannah whispered as Wendy pushed back against the expertly probing fingers. "Yes...yes...oh God Hannah...please!" Wendy begged, the butterflies in her stomach building as another climax edged ever closer. "Shhh, alright." Pushing forward a little ensuring the big redhead was trapped, Hannah vigorously thrust her fingers deeper, pushing Wendy past the point of no return. Screaming as the climax gripped her, a torrent of cum burst from her pussy, splashing down and drenching her face. "Break!" Releasing her sobbing opponent, Hannah stood up, acknowledged the applauding audience and made her way over to the corner. "Score Miss Myles, Miss Myles leads 3-1 with 1 minute 4 seconds remaining." "Do you wish to continue?" asked Jacqueline. Groggily looking over to the guest table, Wendy saw Sarah shaking her head; she knew she was right, there was no way she could carry on, Hannah had smashed all the fight out of her. "I withdraw," she muttered reluctantly. "Miss Taylor withdraws, winner Miss Myles!" the referee announced as the audience applauded both competitors. As Wendy slowly got back up to her feet, Sarah came over and hugged her defeated lover. "I knew she'd batter me," the big girl mumbled, burying her face in girlfriend's shoulder. "Come on baby, you gave it everything you had," said Sarah, gently kissing her on the cheek, "everyone loses eventually." "Hmm." Slipping her robe back on, she then felt a tap on her shoulder; turning round, she found Hannah standing there. "Good fight," the brunette smiled, offering her hand. "Er...oh thanks," Wendy smiled awkwardly, shaking it. "No doubt our paths will cross again, see ya." "Erm yeah...bye," replied Wendy quietly as she watched her victorious opponent confidently stride out of the room with her robe slung over her shoulder. Turning to her lover, Wendy sighed and smiled. "Come on, let's get back upstairs." "Okay baby." The pair had just turned round to head for the double doors when Sarah heard her name being called. "Sarah!" Turning round, she found Patricia beckoning to her. "Erm...what is it Ma'am?" "Could I have a quick word with you in the drawing room please?" "Okay, sure," the little blonde chirped. "Don't worry, it's nothing serious. Nina, will you escort Wendy back to her room please?" "Yes Ma'am," the maid beamed, leading the tired fighter towards the double doors. "Alright Sarah, just pop along to the drawing room and I'll join you in a few minutes, okay?" "Okay." Taking the door in the corner of the room, Sarah stepped out into the long corridor and made her way along to the drawing room, her stiletto heels clip-clopping on the polished floor as she wondered what her Ladyship wanted. Reaching the door, she turned the handle and stepped inside; almost instantly her insides turned to water as her gaze fell on a familiar face. "Hello Sarah." "You!"... Reaching the door of room 6, Wendy turned to her escort and smiled. "Well here we are, thank you for seeing me back Nina." "That's alright, erm...I just want to say I think you did really well tonight Miss," said the maid, blushing a little. "But I lost," Wendy smiled, a little perplexed. "I know, but "... "I think I know what you mean, thank you," said the big girl, trying to save the maid any more embarrassment. Suddenly the little dark haired girl darted forward and planted a kiss squarely on Wendy's lips and then jumped back, a look of horror on her face at what she had just done. "What was that for?" Wendy asked, smiling wryly. "Oh...oh God what have I done?...I'm really sorry Miss," Nina panicked, backing away down the corridor. "Nina it's fine, don't worry about it," Wendy shrugged, holding out her hand. "No...no, I have to go...please don't tell anyone Miss," the maid pleaded as she turned away and almost broke into a run. "Nina wait...Nina!" Watching the maid disappear down the stairs, Wendy giggled to herself and shook her head. "That is one mixed up girl," she muttered, stepping back into the room and closing the door... After getting over the initial shock, Sarah took a seat across from her rival. "What are you doing here?" "Her Ladyship said she wanted to speak to me," Lily purred, casting her eyes up and down the little blonde. "Oh, right." Of all the girls Lily had faced at The Society, it had always been Sarah she had found the most interesting, her boyish haircut, the fact she always wore her glasses on the matt instead of contacts, her quirky dress sense; after all, she was the only girl she had ever come across who could wear a 50's style dress, frilly white socks and stilettos and somehow make it all work. But perhaps most intriguing of all was how so much strength could be in such a small package. "Is Wendy okay?" the tall fighter asked. "She's fine thank you," Sarah replied coldly, looking down at the floor trying to avoid eye contact. "Oh good, I thought it was a brave effort." "Hmm." Just then, the door opened and Patricia entered the room with Saskia. "Ahh good, you're both here," her Ladyship smiled, taking a seat, "I imagine you're wondering why I asked to see you." "Erm...well I was until I got here, but I think I've got a pretty good idea what this is about now," said Sarah, looking over her glasses at Lily. "Alright Sarah, let me explain. Over the last few weeks you have both been asking me when am I going to put you up against each other, so I've decided to arrange it for next week, okay." The two fighters looked at each other before both nodding in unison. "Good, there's just one thing I'd like to ask you both." "What?" asked Sarah warily. Wendy vs Hannah "Would you consider making it a no limit match; I'll certainly make it worth your while." The pair looked at each other once again; smiling and raising her eyebrows, Lily then turned to Patricia. "How much?" "Hmm, shall we say £600 basic and £1000 for the winner," Patricia smiled, trying to gauge the reaction on the two girl's faces. "Okay, what about you, Sarah?" asked Lily, turning to the little blonde. "Hmm, let me think for a minute." "Oh come on Sarah, you're not seriously going to turn down six hundred quid are you?" the tall woman smirked, raising her eyebrows again. That was all the encouragement Sarah needed, feeling the anger within her race to the surface, she glared at the statuesque, flame haired fighter, 'You smug bitch,' she thought, 'when I get handed that dildo I'm to going fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for days.' "Alright Patricia, I'll do it," said Sarah, her gaze still firmly fixed on Lily. "Excellent," her Ladyship beamed, "alright, I shall let you get back to the rest of your evening." "Thank you Ma'am." Both girls stood up and headed for the door. "After you," Lily smiled, letting her smaller adversary through first. "Thank you." Closing the door behind them, they stood toe to toe in the corridor, Lily towering over the little blonde, dressed in a silky grey knee length dress and black 5 inch heels, her flame red hair immaculately clipped into place as always. "Well this will be fun, well, for one of us, won't it Sarah?" she purred. "Won't it just, I can hardly wait." Sarah replied, giving a sarky smile. "Hmm...we'll see, bye bye Sarah, see you next week." Giving a wink, the tall fighter turned and walked away, her heels echoing down the corridor. Taking a deep breath as the realisation at what she'd just agreed to sank in, Sarah made her way back to room 6. When she arrived back, she found Wendy sitting on the bed with a strange smile on her face. "What's up with you?" "Nothing, I'll tell you in a minute; come on then, tell me what Patricia wanted," Wendy asked eagerly. "Lily was there, Patricia arranged it for us to face each other next week." "Oh right." "In a no limit match," Sarah muttered. "WHAT?" the big girl shrieked, "are you mad?" "Well we'll find out next week, won't we?" the blonde sighed, picking up the phone to order a stiff drink. Thanks for reading, MELD