3 comments/ 16307 views/ 6 favorites Wendy vs Ursula/Sarah vs Bernadette By: MELD9003 Hi readers. This is the Fifteenth installment in this series. Previous story: 14. Wendy vs Jenny. Hope you enjoy it. MELD. **************************** "That'll be four eighty please Wendy," smiled Ted, handing the drinks over. "Cheers Ted; no Julia tonight?" "No, she doesn't work Wednesday nights; talking of which, what are you two doing in here on a Wednesday?" "We're meeting someone." "Aah, would that be the delectable Saskia?" the old landlord smirked. "Yep." "Hmmm, nice." "Honestly," giggled Wendy, "I really don't think you're her type." "Yeah well, I can dream can't I?" "Bloody hell Ted, she's not that special." "She's a classy lady, and Christ knows I don't get many of them in here." "Oh thanks!" scoffed the big redhead. "You know what I mean." "Hmm yeah alright, see you later," Wendy smiled, shaking her head; taking the drinks over to the corner table, she sat down next to Sarah. "There you go babe, get that down you." "Cheers baby," replied the little blonde, taking a sip from her glass. "Well, have you had any more thoughts on why Saskia wants to see us in the middle of the week?" asked Wendy as she looked out of the window, waiting for the red BMW to roll into the car park. "God knows," groaned Sarah, "All I know is I've got a shit load of coursework that I need to get finished and she wants to piss about and be all secretive." "Why did we agree to meet up with her then?" "I dunno, I guess my curiosity got the better of me I suppose," the little blonde shrugged. "Well, here she is," said Wendy, nodding out of the window. The pair watched as Saskia parked up, got out of the car and strode across the car park into the bar and over towards Ted. "Yes love?" he beamed warmly. "White wine please." "Certainly; that'll be two sixty please." "Keep the change," said the blonde, handing over the money. "Cheers love." Turning round and rolling her eyes, Saskia made her way over to the two girls and sat down next to them, smoothing her hands down her smart grey skirt suit, crossing her legs and dangling her red stiletto off her foot. "Hello there you two; you alright?" "Yes, we're fine" sighed Sarah, "come on, what's this all about?" "All in good time, finish your drinks first and tell you about it in the car on the way there," the older blonde smiled. "On the way where?" asked Sarah sternly, looking over her glasses at Saskia. "Ohh, nowhere special," shrugged Saskia, taking a sip from her glass. "What are we going to be doing?" asked Wendy. "The same as you do at Boxten, just... somewhere else." "Hmmm... Why am I getting a bad feeling about this, Saskia?" asked Sarah, fixing the older blonde with a stern gaze. "Honestly Sarah don't worry, you'll both be fine, you might even enjoy it," smiled Saskia, "come on, drink up then we can get going." "Okay fine," sighed the little blonde, knocking back her drink, "I take it there's something in this for us?" "Don't worry, you'll both be well paid, come on." ********************* Half an hour later, they were driving through a small village called Mondrum; turning down a small lane, they then drove down a driveway and parked up in the rear courtyard of a large old building that looked like a sort of school or academy. "Isn't that Lady Patricia's car over there?" asked Sarah, nodding towards a silver Rolls Royce parked in the corner. "Yep," chirped Saskia, undoing her seat belt, "come on." Once Saskia had taken a sports bag out of the boot, the trio made their way across the courtyard towards a small door. "So, is this another place just like Boxten then?" Wendy asked. "Erm... not exactly," smiled the blonde as she gave the door a brisk knock; a few seconds later the door opened and the two girl's jaws nearly hit the floor in shock; standing there in the doorway was an old nun who must have been at least in her mid seventies, the wrinkles amplifying her stern expression. "Good evening Mother Superior," beamed Saskia. "You're late, her Ladyship is already here," the old woman grumbled, "come on, this way." "Sorry about that, the traffic was quite bad," explained Saskia, smiling at Sarah and Wendy's gobsmacked expressions as they followed the Mother Superior down the dimly lit corridors. "You brought us to a bloody convent?" asked Sarah, still in shock. "That's right, welcome to St. Cecilia's," smiled the older blonde. "What the bloody hell have you brought us here for?" "I told you, the same as you do at Boxten." "Wait a minute; you mean you want us to sexfight in front of a load of nuns?" asked Wendy, wide eyed. "Erm... well, yes." "Uugh, that's just creepy," the big redhead shuddered. "So you just want me and Wendy to put on a bit of a show then?" sighed Sarah. "Oh no, you won't be fighting each other," said Saskia smiling mischievously. "Who are we fighting Saskia?" asked the little blonde sternly, looking over the top of her glasses. "Don't worry, everything will be explained in here." The trio followed the old nun into a small office where Patricia was already waiting for them, dressed in a smart black trouser suit. "Ahh hello girls, you've finally made it," she smiled, giving each of them a peck on the cheek as they sat down. "Right, could someone please tell us what the bloody hell is going on?" asked Sarah, looking at each of the older women in turn, "well?" "Alright Sarah, I'll explain," smiled Patricia, "this is Imelda, she is the Mother Superior here at St. Cecilia's; we have been good friends for many years." "I see, go on." "Well, recently Imelda discovered some of the girls here indulge in the same thing as we do at Boxten." "I caught some of them doing it in one of the dorms," the old nun muttered as she poured herself a rather large glass of sherry. "So where do me and Wendy come in?" asked the little blonde. "Ahh well, Imelda thought it might be interesting to pit a couple of her girls against a couple of mine," smiled Patricia. "Oh did she now?" And you instantly thought of us, how touching," said Sarah sarkily. "You want us to sexfight a couple of nuns?" Wendy shrieked. "Yep," smiled Saskia. "Oh my God, that's even creepier," the big girl cringed. "There is nothing creepy about the girls here," said Imelda, giving Wendy an icy stare. "Oh... sorry," replied Wendy, smiling awkwardly. "Well? Do you both accept the Mother Superior's challenge?" asked Patricia. "Sure," shrugged Sarah, "Why not?" "Wendy?" "I suppose so," sighed the big redhead, looking over at Sarah and giving her an anxious look. "Oh good," Patricia smiled warmly, "do you have somewhere for the girls to get ready Imelda?" "Yes, they can use one of the dorms in the East wing." Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Come in." The door opened and in stepped a young nun, around early twenties, quite short with brown eyes and plain features. "This is Sister Mary, she will show you to your dressing room." said the Mother Superior, topping up her glass. "Thank you." "This way please," said Mary quietly, gesturing towards the door. "See you later girls; take the sports bag with you, it's got your robes and colours in it," smiled Saskia. "Thanks, see you later," muttered Sarah as she picked up the bag. Taking another sip from her sherry, Imelda turned to Patricia. "So, are they your two best girls?" "Hmm, one's still learning, the other is one of our best," replied Patricia. "The little blonde one with the glasses doesn't look up to much," said the old nun. "Hah! Don't be fooled by the way she looks," laughed Saskia, "trust me, she's good." "Really?" "Oh yes, Sarah's very popular with the members," said Patricia. "Hmm, how about we make this a little more interesting?" said Imelda, stroking her chin. "Okay, go on," said Patricia. "Two hundred and fifty says your Sarah can't beat the girl I've got lined up for her." "Hmm, that is interesting," the aristocrat purred, "how about five hundred says she can?" "Huh, well if you're feeling that generous, how about seven-fifty?" "Alright, let's not mess about anymore, let's make it a thousand; think you can handle that, Mother Superior?" teased Patricia. "A grand?" whispered Saskia, "bloody hell Patricia, you're stronging it a bit aren't you?" "Don't worry Saskia, I know what I'm doing; besides it's only a thousand, I'm just worried Imelda here can't cover the bet," Patricia smirked. "Don't you worry your Ladyship, I'm good for the money," the old nun scowled, "very well, one thousand it is then." "Who's this girl you've got lined up for Sarah then?" asked Saskia. "Sister Bernadette." "Is she any good?" "Ohhh yes," smiled Imelda wickedly, topping up her glass once more, "but I think we should let your big girl go up against another one of mine first." "As you wish," replied Patricia. "Interesting looking girl," the old nun smiled, "what's her name?" "Wendy; she's Sarah's girlfriend," said Saskia. "Oh... I see"... *************************** Following Sister Mary up a staircase and along yet another dimly lit corridor, the two girls were then shown into what appeared to be a disused dormitory; dropping the bag on the floor, Sarah sat down on the first bed whilst Wendy flopped down on the next one along. "There's a bathroom at the far end; someone will come and collect you later," said the nun, making her way briskly out of the room and closing the door behind her. "Er... okay thanks, bye," replied Sarah, smiling at Wendy, "God, she was chatty wasn't she?" the little blonde giggled. "I can't believe we both agreed to this," sighed Wendy, shaking her head. "Why, what's the problem?" "What's the problem? What's the fuckin' problem? They're nuns for fuck sake!" stormed the big girl, throwing her hands up. "So?" shrugged Sarah. "Well bloody hell babe, don't you think this is all a bit fucked up?" "Actually I think it's quite kinky, you know, a bit of a turn on," Sarah purred, smiling and licking her lips. "You would, you bloody perv," sighed Wendy, rolling her eyes. "So they're nuns, so what; what's the big deal?" asked Sarah as she took their robes out of the bag. "Well... it's just... they creep me out," the big girl cringed, "like clowns." "What are you on about now?" Sarah laughed, sitting down next her on the bed. "Well, you know how some people are freaked out by clowns?" "Yeah." "Well nuns do that to me," Wendy muttered, folding her arms. "Oh for God's sake Wend," the little blonde smiled, putting her arm around her lover, "they're just girls like us underneath that uniform." "No they bloody aren't!" Wendy scoffed, "they're nothing like us." "Look, just calm down baby, you'll be fine, I'll be out there with you," said Sarah, giving her a peck on the cheek, "besides, don't forget, Saskia said we'd get well paid for this so just think about the money." "Okay babe," sighed Wendy, "God, it's a bit sparse in here isn't it?" "Well what did you expect? It's a convent." "No telly, no booze," the big redhead grumped, "and I'll bet the bathroom's dead grotty." "Bloody hell Wend, will you stop moaning? Tell you what, I'll go and have a shower first and find out, okay?" Sarah groaned. "Well, I was just saying." "Alright baby, I'll see you in a bit." "Babe?" "What?" "Well... do you think they'll be wearing them funny headdress things when they fight us?" "I think you mean a wimple baby and I very much doubt it," the little blonde smiled, "why?" "Oh I... just wondered that's all," Wendy shrugged, looking down at the floor. "Oh, alright, I'll see you in a bit." "Okay babe." Turning back round, Sarah made her way towards the bathroom at the end of the dorm. "Bloody hell," she muttered under her breath, smiling to herself and shaking her head... ******************************* An hour or so later both girls had showered got dressed into their colours and robes and were now waiting to be collected, with Wendy anxiously pacing up and down the dorm. "For Christ sake baby, will you please sit down?" groaned Sarah, "you're putting me on edge. "Well I wish they'd hurry up and come and get us," the big redhead grumped, "what's taking them so long?" "I dunno, just sit down and try to relax, I'm sure someone will come and get us soon." Almost as soon as Sarah had finished the sentence, there was a knock at the door; opening it, she found Sister Mary standing there. "Are you both ready?" she asked, casting her gaze up and down the little blonde's silky white robe. "Yep." "Follow me please." In silence the three of them made their back down the dim corridors and staircases until they arrived in a large room which Sarah guessed was probably the dining hall. In the centre some exercise mats had been laid in a square with a row of tables and chairs down one side; along two other sides there were a couple of dozen nuns of various ages sat on wooden chairs. "Oh my God, it looks like a penguin colony," whispered Wendy. "Shhh, shut up," Sarah whispered back, giving her lover a gentle tap on the bum. Sister Mary then led them over to the row of tables. "Sit here," she said coldly before leaving the room once more. Sitting down, the pair held hands under the table as the nuns sat there looking at them in complete silence. "Jesus, these lot are creeping me out," Wendy whispered, squeezing Sarah's hand. "It's okay baby, we'll be fine" said Sarah, smiling reassuringly at the big girl. Just then, Imelda entered the room, followed by Patricia and Saskia; taking their seats next to them, the blonde smiled at the pair. "Hello; you two both ready then?" "As ready as we'll ever be," replied Sarah, "you know, if you'd have told me in the car this was where we were coming, I'd never have believed you." "I know, that's why I didn't," smirked Saskia, "aha, I think Wendy's opponent is here." Looking over to the doorway, they saw Sister Mary standing there with a young brunette dressed in a long black gown. "Oh fuck," Wendy whispered, swallowing hard as she watched the girl make her way into the centre of the mats. "That's Sister Ursula; is your girl ready your Ladyship?" asked Imelda, smiling confidently. "Oh yes," replied Patricia, "Well, off you go Wendy, good luck." "Hang on a minute!" Wendy scoffed, "where's the ref?" "Sister Mary will officiate," said Imelda. "Oh yeah; 'cos that's fair isn't it?" the big redhead huffed. "I can assure you that Sister Mary will act with complete impartiality," said the Mother Superior. "Bollocks! How can she be impartial? She's on the bloody firm!" scowled Wendy. "You are an impertinent young lady," said the old nun, the stern look returning to her wrinkled face, "you have my word that fair play will be assured." "Yeah right!" "Go on Wendy," said Patricia softly, smiling reassuringly at the big girl, "it'll be okay, I promise." "Alright fine," Wendy sighed, getting up from her seat and stepping out into the makeshift arena. Making her way to the centre she stood toe to toe with Ursula, the brunette showing barely a flicker of emotion as Wendy tried to stare her out. "May I have your robes please ladies?" asked Sister Mary, holding out her arms. Slipping out of their robes, the two competitors handed them over and studied each other intently. Wendy's eyes widened as she took in her opponent's physique; she stood about 5' 8" with a figure somewhere around a size 14. Her thighs looked toned and powerful and her breasts were large but firm with large nipples. Wearing just a pair of plain white knickers, Ursula tied back her shoulder length hair and cast her eyes over her opponent. Smiling at her bright red hair with its pigtail plaits and her red thong, Wendy almost seemed like a sort of cartoon character; she stood around the same height as her but she was much chubbier, with big boobs and curvy hips. Despite Wendy being a little larger than her, Ursula was still quite confident she could beat her; placing her hands on her hips, she smiled and stared straight into the big redhead's pretty green eyes. "Right ladies, here are the rules," chirped Mary, "there is no time limit, you break when I say and no slaps to the face; slaps to any other part of the body are permitted; when one of you can no longer continue, the other is declared the winner, is that understood?" Both girls nodded. "Good, right, kneel please," Never breaking eye contact, the two fighters knelt down on the mats. "Ready?... Go!" For a few seconds neither girl moved, both of them still sizing each other up; suddenly Ursula leapt on the big redhead, trying to push her on to her back, but Wendy was ready for her. "Nice try," she giggled, wrapping her arms round the brunette and squeezing her ribcage. "Aaaahh... no!" she gasped, clawing at Wendy's back in a desperate bid to get her to loosen her grip. "The more you scratch me, the harder I'll squeeze," the big girl purred, tightening her hold on her opponent. "Aaagghh!" Feeling Ursula's nipples starting to stiffen against hers, Wendy smiled to herself, loosened her grip slightly and began to kiss and nuzzle the brunette's neck. "You like that?" "Yes... oh God yes!" Ursula groaned, the feeling of their nipples rubbing together sending shockwaves through the nun's body and making her clit tingle. Sensing that she was already weakening, Wendy continued her onslaught a little longer before suddenly releasing Ursula and shoving her on to her back. "Oh no!" she wailed as Wendy pounced on top and straddled her, grabbing her erect nipples and twisting them. "AAAOOOW... BITCH!" "Aww, don't you like that?" Wendy teased, slapping the throbbing nipples. "FFFUCK!" Reaching up, Ursula made a grab for Wendy's boobs, but she was too slow; grabbing her wrists, the big redhead slammed them hard into the mat. "Oww... shit!" "Come on Ursula," Wendy smirked, "try and push me off." "Nnnaaaggh... you bitch!" The nun tried desperately to wriggle free, but she simply couldn't break Wendy's hold on her wrists. After a couple of minutes, she began to tire; seeing her chance, Wendy suddenly released her grip and made a grab for her opponent's underwear, curling her fingers round the waistband. "Let's get these Granny pants off," she giggled, yanking them straight down in one swift move and exposing Ursula's neatly trimmed bush. "Shit... no!" the nun wailed as Wendy flung them across the mat, extracting a few gasps from the audience. "Ohhh nice," the big girl purred, holding the nun down with one knee and running her fingers over the dark strip of hair and down to the rapidly moistening lips. "Ohhhh... no... no!" Ursula gasped as she tried to close her legs, only for Wendy to pries them apart once more and slip two fingers into her opponent's soaked pussy. "Aaaahh... oh God... oh God... nooo!" "Ohhh yes," smiled Wendy, rubbing her thumb over the stiffening clit, "you like that?" "Yes... yes... ohh ffuck... YEEESS!" Ursula screamed, closing her eyes as she tried to resist; but it was hopeless, she was trapped and Wendy was rapidly pushing her to the point of no return, working her fingers harder and faster. "Thaaat's it, come on." "AAAAAHHH... YES... OH FUCK... YEEAAHH!" "Come for me bitch!" growled Wendy. Arching her back, Ursula cried out as the climax exploded deep within; her body writhing in ecstasy as the waves rippled through her. "YYYEEEAAAH... YYYEEEAHH..OH FFFUCK YOU BITCH!" "Break!" said Mary sharply, tapping Wendy on the shoulder. Obeying the 'referee', Wendy released her opponent and stood up; looking over to the table, she smiled confidently at Sarah. Wendy vs Ursula/Sarah vs Bernadette "Well, it looks like she's overcome her phobia," the little blonde smiled. "Phobia? What phobia?" asked Saskia, a quizzical smile on her face. "I'll tell you later." A few moments later, Ursula had recovered sufficiently to continue; kneeling down in the centre of the mat, she glared at Wendy. Smiling back, the big girl made her way over and joined her. "Feeling better?" she giggled, giving the nun a playful wink. "You won't be laughing in a minute," Ursula sneered, feeling the rage building in the pit of her stomach. "Ready?" asked Mary, "Go!" Once again Ursula leapt at her opponent, but this time with more success, knocking a stunned Wendy on to her back. "Oh fuck!" "Weren't expecting me to try that again, were you?" the nun purred, quickly straddling the big redhead, trapping her arms beneath her powerful legs and sinking her fingernails into her soft, ample boobs. "AAAAGGHH... AAAOOOWW!" Wendy screamed, bucking and kicking her legs in all directions as she tried in vain to push her tormentor off. Seeing her chance for some payback, Ursula grabbed the stiff nipples. "Let's see how you fuckin' like it, chubby," she hissed, giving them a sharp twist. "AAAAGHH NO NO NOOO... STOP PLEEASE!" "Told you wouldn't be laughing," the nun smirked, releasing her grip, quickly rolling the big girl on to her front, turning round and straddling her once more. "Hmmm, what a big fat arse you've got," she teased, running her palm over Wendy's voluptuous posterior; suddenly she grabbed the thong, yanked it hard and began raining down hard slaps on the two mounds of soft flesh. "AAAAOOOOWW FFFUUUCK... BITCH!" Wendy screamed through gritted teeth; realising she was trapped; she thumped her fists into the mat in frustration. "Mmmm, a nice big target," she smiled, gleefully continuing her assault. Looking round the room, Sarah could clearly see the audience was enjoying the spectacle; none more so than Imelda, sitting there with a very satisfied look on her face as she gently cradled a large glass of brandy in her left hand. Turning back to the mat, she could see that her lover's backside was now bright red due to Ursula's relentless thrashing; mercifully, Mary finally stepped in. "Enough, break!" Stopping her assault and smiling across at the table, Ursula stood up, taking Wendy's thong with her as she went and flinging it towards the audience. "Ohh God," the big girl sobbed, getting up to her knees and smoothing her hands over her burning ass cheeks. After giving her a few moments to recover, Mary called them both to the centre of the mat once more. "Ready?... Go!" Ursula instantly pounced and shoved her weakened opponent on to her back, pushing her legs apart and resuming her assault; slapping and rubbing the soft lips of her pussy. "Oh ffuuck... no... no!" Wendy gasped, trying to close her legs, the sensation of the slaps making her clit throb unbearably. "Ohhhh yes, you're mine now bitch," the nun purred; slipping between the big girl's thighs, she began to grind their pussies together, gradually building the rhythm as more gasps came from the audience. "Aaaaaahhh... aaahhhh... oh God no... nooo!" "Yes... YES... COME ON BITCH... FIGHT ME!" Ursula yelled, thrusting harder. "Come on baby, push back," pleaded Sarah, anxiously looking on as her lover was pushed ever closer to the edge. "AAAAHHHHH FFUUCK FUCK... NO!" Wendy screamed as she felt her strength ebbing away with each thrust Ursula was slamming into her. "Tell me you like it!" "AAAAAHHHH NNNAAAOOO!" "TELL ME YOU LIKE IT BITCH!" Ursula sneered, grinding down hard on her rapidly fading opponent; with her resistance finally broken, Wendy could hold on no longer. "AAAAHHH OH GOD YES I LIKE IT... I LIKE IT AAAAYYYEEAAH!" Keeping a firm grip of Wendy's thigh, Ursula smiled down as the big redhead groaned and writhed beneath her, the shattering climax tearing through her and sapping what remained of her strength. When she finally fell back exhausted, the nun grabbed her plaits, pulled her back up and planted a kiss on her sweat drenched forehead. "Stay down, there's a good girl," she whispered, dropping her back to the mat. "Oh God," the big redhead groaned, barely able to keep her eyes open. "Break!" Getting up, Ursula stood in the corner and waited. "Are you able to continue?" asked Mary, giving Wendy a gentle shove. Opening her eyes, Wendy looked over at the table to find Sarah smiling at her; taking a deep breath, she slowly got back up to her knees. "Yes, just give me a couple of minutes please." A few moments later, Ursula watched in disbelief as Wendy knelt down in the centre of the mat and beckoned her over. "You dumb bitch!" she scowled, kneeling down opposite the big redhead, "I will finish you this time, chubby!" Not reacting to the taunts, Wendy waited for Mary. "Ready?... Go!" Yet again, Ursula lunged at her opponent, but Wendy moved to one side, sending the nun sprawling on to the mat. Before she could get back up, Wendy jumped on her back and held her down. "And you're calling me dumb," the big girl teased, wrapping her arm round Ursula's neck, "you didn't really think I was going let you jump on me again did you?" "Uuuuuhh... ffuck," Ursula groaned, feeling Wendy's arm grip tighter round her neck. "So I've got a fat arse have I?" asked Wendy, squeezing harder. "Uuuuuuhh..nnoo..no." "No what?" "No... pleease," the nun gasped, shaking her head as she struggled to breathe; reaching out, she tapped the mat. "Break!" Mary barked. Reluctantly, Wendy released her opponent; feeling a little light headed, Ursula got back up to her knees and rubbed her eyes. "Are you alright Sister?" asked Mary. "Yes I'm fine," she replied, glaring at Wendy, "bitch!" Both girls returned to the centre of the mat and knelt down. "Ready?..Go!" Taking advantage of her opponent's groggy state, Wendy pounced on Ursula; dragging her round to face the table, she then pulled her up to her knees and wrapped her arm round her neck once more. "Right, where were we?" the big girl teased. "Uuuuhhh... ohhhhh God," the nun moaned, limply clawing at Wendy's arm. "Oh yeah, that's right, you were going to apologise for saying I'd got a fat arse, weren't you?" Wendy purred, tightening her grip. "Uuuuhhhh... oh fffuuck." "Weren't you?" "Uuuuhhh... yes yes... yes," Ursula gasped, nodding. "Good, go on then," the big girl smiled, slightly loosening her grip. "Uuhh... sorry..I'm sorry." "Good girl." Still keeping a firm hold on her, Wendy moved her free hand down between Ursula's legs and gently ran her fingers over the soft moist lips. "Aaaaahhh... oh God..no..no!" "Shhh relax," whispered Wendy, kissing and nuzzling the back of Ursula's neck as she gently massaged her stiffening clit. "Ahhh oh my G... ahhhhh aaaaahhhh!" "Thaat's it, come on." "No... nnoooo!" Ursula wailed, closing her eyes and shaking her head as tried in vain to fend off the inevitable. "Come on Ursula, I know you're close," Wendy teased, pushing her fingers deeper into Ursula's drenched snatch. "AAAAAAHHHH... NO NAAAOOO... OH FFFUUUCK!" "Come bitch!" "AAAAHHH... OHHH GOD I'M COM... AAAYYYEEAHH!" Smiling across at Sarah, Wendy maintained her grip on her opponent as she threw her head back and screamed; the intense climax racking her body. The audience watched on in almost stunned silence as the nun groaned and mewled. When she finally settled, Wendy gave her a gentle shove, a stifled groan escaping her lips as she flopped forward on to the mat; catching her Mother Superior's stern gaze, she shook her head before closing her eyes. "Winner Miss Taylor," said Mary, pointing to the big redhead. "Yes!" she yelled, raising her arms in victory as she stood triumphantly over her motionless opponent. "Oh dear," Patricia whispered, turning to Imelda, "good job you didn't have any money on this one, isn't it?" "Don't gloat your Ladyship, it doesn't become you," the old nun sneered as she took another sip of her brandy. Slipping her robe back on, Wendy returned to her seat next to Sarah as Ursula was helped off the mat by one of the nuns from the audience. "Well done baby," the little blonde chirped, giving her lover a peck on the cheek. "That'll fuckin' teach her to say I've got a fat arse; cheeky bitch," the big girl muttered under her breath. "Aww, you haven't got a fat arse, baby," said Sarah, giving her a hug, "It's erm... curvy." "Exactly, that's it... curvy," Wendy smiled, nodding her head in agreement and folding her arms. "I hate to interrupt, but I think you're opponent has arrived Sarah," said Saskia, nodding towards the mat. Looking over at the centre of the mat, Sarah's insides felt like they had turned to water. "Oh my God!" she gasped. There standing next to Sister Mary was a large woman with jet black hair cut into a bob. Dressed in a long black gown the same as Ursula, she stared menacingly at the little blonde. "Allow me to introduce Sister Bernadette," Imelda smiled wickedly as she topped up her glass, "still feeling confident, your Ladyship?" "I'm sure Sarah will do her very best; won't you dear?" replied Patricia, smiling at her little fighter. "Erm... yes Ma'am," she said quietly, taking a deep breath and looking across at her opponent. "Good, off you go then." "Good luck babe," said Wendy anxiously, hugging her lover. "Don't worry, I'll be fine baby," she smiled, winking discreetly. Getting up from her seat, she made her way over to the centre of the mat and stood opposite Bernadette. Both fighters then slipped out of their robes and spent the next couple minutes studying each other as Sister Mary went through the rules. Physically, Bernadette reminded Sarah of Belle, about a size 18 or 20; only younger, around early thirties perhaps. Her facial features were quite soft, but her pale skin, cold blue eyes and bob style haircut gave her quite a sinister appearance. Like Ursula, she wore just a pair of plain white knickers. Despite her size, Sarah was sure she could beat the voluptuous nun; after all, she taken on opponents bigger than her before and won so there seemed no reason to think she couldn't defeat this one. Smiling confidently, Bernadette studied the girl in front of her; surely this little thing couldn't last more than a couple of minutes against her. She had a strange, quirky look about her with her short boyish blonde hair with the fringe over the left of her pretty bright blue eyes which were framed by a pair of rather old fashioned glasses. Her body was petite and trim, with a pert bum and firm little breasts, the nipples already stiff, either from the cool air or from excitement. Smiling at the red bikini bottoms with tie sides, the nun then licked her lips, 'looks like I've got myself a little dolly to play with,' she thought to herself as Mary ordered them both to kneel down. "Hello there; you're a sweet little thing aren't you?" she smirked, winking at the little blonde. Ignoring her opponent, Sarah waited. "Ready?... Go!" "Come on little girl, show me," purred Bernadette, beckoning to her diminutive opponent. Unable to hold back her anger, she lunged at her tormentor... and almost instantly regretted it. "Aaaaaggh... ohhhh fffuck!" she groaned as Bernadette caught her in a bear hug, her powerful arms squeezing the breath out of her. "Aww, did you want a cuddle?" she teased, laughing as she squeezed harder. "Aaaaaghh... fuckin' bitch... no!" Sarah gasped, shaking her head as the pain racked her spine. "Oh dear, don't you like that?" the nun whispered, "never mind, have a lie down." With that, the released her grip and shoved the little blonde hard on to her back. "Ow... oh fuck." Too weak to stop her, Sarah gave a despairing groan as Bernadette tore the bikini bottoms off her and tossed them to one side. "Ohhh, isn't that pretty," she purred, running her fingers over the wisp of blonde hair and down towards the soft moist folds. "Aaah... oh no... no!" Sarah gasped as she tried wriggle away. "Where do you think you're going?" Bernadette giggled, grabbing her by the leg and dragging her back. Trapping the young girl under her knee, she resumed her assault on her pussy, rubbing the rapidly stiffening clit. "Aaaaaahh..oh my G... ohhhhh!" "Is that nice Sarah?" the nun whispered, slipping two fingers inside her trapped opponent. "Aaaaahhh... yes yes... oh God yes..YEEESS!" "That's it Sarah, come on, sing for me." With her resistance completely broken, Sarah thrust herself against the nun's expertly probing fingers; seconds later, she screamed as a shattering climax coursed through her, the waves of ecstasy making her head swim. "AAAAHHHH... YES YES... YYYEEEAAAHH!" "Break!" said Mary, tapping Bernadette on the shoulder. Releasing her whimpering opponent, the nun went to the corner and stood with her arms folded; a relaxed smile on her face as she tapped her foot on the mat impatiently waiting for Sarah to recover. "Smug bitch," Wendy muttered under her breath. "I don't think your little blonde's going to last much longer," said Imelda, turning to Patricia and smiling. "Don't write her off just yet Mother Superior, she's beaten girls as big as your Bernadette before now," she replied confidently. Slowly getting back up, Sarah took off her glasses and wiped her brow before replacing them and kneeling back down in the centre of the mat. If she was going to beat Bernadette, she knew she would have to come up with some way to weaken her... and quickly. "Ready for some more?" the big woman smiled, gently tapping the mat in front of her. "Ready?... Go!" Bernadette lunged at the little blonde, but she rolled out of the way, sending the voluptuous nun sprawling forward. Instantly Sarah jumped on her back, pushing her down to the mat; she then straddled her and placed her thighs either side of her neck. "Aaaahhh fffuck... you little... aaoooww!" "Comfy?" Sarah giggled, holding down her opponent's head and squeezing. "Nnoowwufff... aaaahhh... bitch!" the nun growled, trying to push up and throw young girl off. "Come on Bernie," she teased as Bernadette tried over and over to break the vice like grip round her neck. Gradually her attempts became weaker; before Mary got the chance to order her to break the hold, Sarah released her opponent, rolling her onto her back. "Uuuuuhhh... oh ffuck." Grabbing Bernadette's knickers, she yanked them down to her ankles, revealing her completely shaved pussy with its soft chubby lips. With a wicked smile on her face, Sarah vigorously slapped the soft flesh, making the nun cry out. "Aaaaaahhh aaahhh... nnnoo... no!" "Wakey wakey bitch," chirped the little blonde, reaching over and twisting her opponent's right nipple. "AAAOOOWW FUCK... YOU LITTLE BI... AAAAAHH!" Still trying to recover and with her eyes barely open, Bernadette pawed weakly at her little assailant as her clit began to stiffen and throb with each slap that landed between her legs. Suddenly she felt the knickers being taken off over her feet and her legs being pushed apart. "Oh God no... no pleease no!" the nun wailed, too weak to get away. "Ohhh yes," Sarah purred, slipping between the nun's chunky thighs and lifting her left leg; pushing away Bernadette's feeble attempts to stop her, she began to grind down on her rock hard clit. "Aaaaaahhh..ohhh ffuck yeeeeaahhh!" "You like that Bernie?" "Yeahh... ohhh yyyeeaahh please!" the nun groaned, the sweat pouring from her brow; now too weak to resist, she lay there, completely at the mercy of her vicious little opponent. "Come on, come on Bernie!" hissed Sarah, tightening her grip on Bernadette's thigh and thrusting down harder. "AAAAAHHHH... YES YES... YEEEEAAAHH OHH FFUCK!" "Come for me!" Slamming her hands into the mat, Bernadette screamed in ecstasy as the little blonde pushed her over the edge, the waves of euphoria breaking over her and coursing through every nerve in her body. "AAAAAAHHHHHH YYYEEEEEAAAHH OHH GOD!" "Alright, break," said Mary coldly, tapping Sarah on the shoulder. Puffing out her cheeks, Sarah let go of her opponent's leg and stood up; pacing over to the corner, she looked over at Wendy and smiled; the big girl mouthing back 'I love you babe.' Looking further along the table, her gaze settled on a very anxious looking Imelda. "I told you, didn't I?" said Patricia. "Huh, I'd like to see her do it twice," replied the old nun dismissively. "Hmm, wait a few minutes and you probably will." A few moments later, a rather unsteady Bernadette slowly made her way back to the centre of the mat and sank down to her knees; even though she still hadn't fully recovered she knew she had to beat Sarah, if she didn't, she'd never live it down. "Did you enjoy that?" smiled Sarah as she knelt down. "Fuck you bitch!" the nun scowled, glaring at the little blonde. "Oh dear, that's not very Christian," she giggled. "Ready?... Go!" Sarah pounced on her tired opponent, trying to push her on to her back; mustering all her remaining strength, Bernadette tried to resist but eventually the young girl wore her down and she fell back exhausted. Seeing her chance to finish her off, Sarah moved in for the kill. "Uuuuhh aaaahh please... I can't," the nun groaned, feeling the fingers slide over her pussy. "Shhh." Applying just a little pressure with her left arm to keep the big woman still, Sarah gently began to work her right fingers into her drenched snatch, starting with just two. "That nice?" she asked softly. "Mmmmnn... yeah," As Bernadette relaxed, she slipped in a third... then a fourth. "Aaaaaahhh... oh God... yyyeahh!" Finally tucking in her thumb, she slowly pushed in her entire fist. "AAAAAHHHH... OHHHH FFFUUUCK YYEEAHH... FUCK ME!" "You like that Bernie?" "YES YES... OHHH FUCK ME SARAH... FUCK MEEEE!" Gradually building the rhythm, Sarah worked her fist deeper into her opponent; her cries and pleas getting louder as she neared the climax she desperately craved. With a face like thunder, Imelda nodded at Mary. "Break, now!" she snapped. "NO NO PLEASE DON'T STOP PLEEEASE... FUCK ME SARAH!" the nun begged, writhing in ecstasy as the sweat poured from her body; suddenly her eyes sprang wide open and gave out a guttural roar as an intense orgasm tore through her. As Sarah removed her fist, a torrent of cum splashed on to the mat, extracting more gasps from the audience. With one final submissive groan, Bernadette fell back on to the mat. "No... no more," she pleaded, her voice barely audible. "Winner Miss Lawton," Mary announced to the stunned audience. "You owe me one thousand pounds Mother Superior," Patricia whispered. "I'll just go and get it for you," the old nun scowled, slamming her glass down. "Oh dear, looks like she's a bit of a sore loser," smiled Saskia. Slipping her robe back on, Sarah made her way back over to the table. "Oh my God babe, that was unbelievable," said Wendy, hugging her lover. "Hmm, it was erm... different," the little blonde smiled. "Different? You just fist fucked... a nun!" the big girl shrieked, wide eyed. "Come on then Patricia, where's our money?" asked Sarah. "It's just coming," she replied, smiling at the two girls. A few minutes later Imelda returned with thick bundle of notes. "Here; don't bring those two back here again," she grumped, handing over the money. "There you go girls, don't spend it all at once," said Patricia, handing them each a bundle. "Bloody hell! Four hundred quid!" Wendy whooped. "Thank you," said Sarah quietly, discreetly putting hers in her robe pocket. "Well, you both earned it, well done." Wendy vs Ursula/Sarah vs Bernadette After getting dressed and saying goodbye to Patricia, the trio made their way back out to the car. "Well, what will you two spend your eight hundred on then?" asked Saskia. "We're not sure yet, but I think we'll start with a couple of G&T's at The Red Lion," Wendy chirped, "if you wouldn't mind dropping us off ere please Saskia." "No it's fine," she smiled shaking her head, "I'm heading that way to pick up your Mum anyway." "What for?" asked the big girl. "Mind your own business," the blonde smiled, starting the car. Thanks for reading, MELD.