Faheema Salih vs. Bubbles Burste - Birds Of A Feather

It wasn’t an easy transition, but Bubbles was starting to feel her body getting back into the mood. As much as she liked to mix fighting and fucking, there was a point where the two lines diverged, and she had gone too far with the latter. Been too soft. Had, perhaps, too much fun.

As she slammed Faheema into the corner and crushed the life out of her, the second wind overtook her, and she remembered just why she was here. She had a sexual beast to subjugate, and if she wanted to do that, it was high time she went all in. With the orgasms out of the way, all that left them was a street fight in the middle of the ring, and she was determined to come out the winner.

Mariah felt it, too, slapping against the apron as Bubbles stepped away from her cornered opponent and gave her a moment to sag on the ropes. The crowd rallied behind, stomping their feet in time. A war drum with a strong, steady beat.

So, with her groove back, what was first on the agenda? Simple. She was going after two of her favorite targets on the human body.

With an abrupt spin, Bubbles wheeled around and turned her arm into a living lash, slicing into Faheema’s bare chest with a brutal knife edge chop. One that had her full weight, strength, and fury behind it. One that was meant to be felt all the way down to her bones.

Conversely, for Faheema Salih, the line between fighting and fucking was almost nonexistant. It was an inherited trait, by a woman that had been raised in violence. Fighting had been alternately necessary for Faheema's survival and her only method of entertaining herself. Pain was arousing to her, at least when she got to experience it at the hands of women like this. Bubbles was plenty sexy in a conventional sense, but it was her raw size and strength that really drove Faheema crazy. Especially now, when the two women were slugging it out wearing nothing but their boots.

Still, it was important to remember just how unpleasant a strike could be when administered by such rippling muscles. Bubbles spun and extended her hand, throwing momentum as well as strength into a vicious slap that bounced Faheema back against the turnbuckle. The piercing chop echoed so loudly that it drowned out Faheema's scream, but her anguished cries also outlasted it.

“Gaahh...ghm...oohh,” Faheema's voice dissipated as she slumped back against the corner, wincing as a red print appeared just above her left breast. Fire raged just under her blistering skin, and a lasting ache sent ripples through her core. Stunned by the pain, Faheema didn't make a move to escape her corner. Bubbles was still right there, a warden who could easily catch and punish her prisoner while she was trapped and unable to maneuver. Escape would, unfortunately, entail being used as a punching bag until Bubbles slipped up or pulled her out of the corner herself.

Good thing Faheema had a thick skin. Apprehensive but slightly aroused, Faheema glared into the blonde's eyes and smiled, panting with a husky intonation of voice. Straightening up, she readied her body for assault, just daring the giant to strike her again...

Now, that was a good chop.

Bubbles took a step back and admired her handiwork as Faheema howled, enjoying not only the sound, but the mark it left. Few people appreciated the skill behind a good chop, and too many wrestlers thought it was little more than a slap on the chest. Far from it. A chop, a real chop, took hours and hours of training to perfect, and hers hadn’t been noteworthy until Mariah pushed her to put the time in. All those nights spent slapping doors, getting the timing just right, learning to twist her body in a way that utilize as many muscles as possible, and this was the result - a move that could bring most women to their knees.

Most. But not Faheema Salih.

She was hurt, sure, but it was all too clear that this woman was no stranger to pain, as she stood straight with that feral grin of hers, silently daring her to strike again. She relished the pain, craved it. Good. Bubbles had so much more to dish out, and she was going to enjoy every second.

The Virgin Killer returned the smile with a crazed one of her own, her blue eyes growing wide with anticipation.  She took another step back, licking her hand as she went, savoring the faint flavor of Faheema’s sweat...and then she charged forward with a mighty lunge, closed in quick, and threw her weight and momentum behind another vicious chop. Same spot. Same move. Twice the power. Twice the fury.

Before Faheema could find a way out of her predicament, Bubbles swiped her palm across Faheema's bust. The resounding clap reached patrons in the furthest seats of the auditorium. The swat carried enough force to catapult Faheema's lower body into the air for a scant moment, legs kicking reflexively before hitting the ground. Through it all, a crystal clear scream hit the ears of everyone nearby, as Faheema's entire chest lit up, in more ways than one. It felt like her torso had been submerged in boiling water, and a matching red print appeared near the first.

Two hits, and Bubbles had efficiently beaten the hubris out of her Nubian opponent. Even though she was still enjoying herself, Faheema was smart enough to know that she needed to get off this wild ride as soon as she could. Besides, she reckoned that it was her opponent's turn to get a taste of corporal punishment, and she had just the plan to give it to her. First, however, came a ploy to get free...

Expression unchanging, Faheema looked at Bubbles and feigned helplessness. Each breath carried a soft but audible moan or whimper to her opponent's ears. Her tired body glistened in the light, sweat shimmering as it beaded and fell off her body. That naked chest must have been an awfully tantalizing target, especially with Mariah watching and presumably enjoying the whipping routine.

Naturally, Faheema was trying to bait a third chop. Hopefully Bubbles' perverse lust would tempt her into doing so, because as soon as she swung, Faheema was planning to make a grab for the incoming arm. With one hand gripping the wrist to stop its momentum, and another lashing out to grab further up at the shoulder, Faheema believed that she would have enough leverage to spin both women around their shared axis, to force Bubbles back-first into the corner instead!

And that was an even better chop.

The crowd collectively winced at the impact this time, as Bubbles connected with a force that even left Mariah surprised. Surprised that her wife could and would deliver that much force to a chest and surprised that Faheema would seemingly beg for it, inviting the wrath. Despite their obvious animosity to each other, she couldn’t deny that this ravenous woman was one of the more unique opponents Bubbles had ever taken on.

She was starting to consider a few things for later on, when something about Faheema’s demeanor caught her attention. She was hurt. In fact, she seemed almost too hurt. All the whimpering and noises she made, along with the way she practically put her chest on display.

”ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!”

The crowd had broken into their predictable chants, and by the time Mariah had put it together, it was too late. She opened her mouth to yell and waved her arms, but Bubbles was already in motion, coming straight towards Faheema with her arms drawn back, swinging with another brutal chop…

...and this one never hit its intended target. Her cagey opened reached out and grabbed the arm in impressive display of skill, turning Bubbles’ momentum against her and throwing the larger woman into the corner. The move wasn’t that painful by itself, but it left the Virgin Killer disoriented and put her against the turnbuckle. A poor spot to be in with an opponent as vicious and vigorous as this.

Now that Faheema had reversed roles with Bubbles, it was time to show the giant her own philosophy for attacking a cornered opponent. Nothing in her arsenal had been mastered to the point of perfection the way Bubbles clearly had with that blistering chop, but she had the reflexes and the ferocity to strike quickly and unpredictably. Stepping back and initiating her hostility with a running knee to her opponent's gut, Faheema raised her fists and went to dismantling.

A left kick to her opponent's right shin. A right kick to her opponent's exposed ribs. An uppercut straight into Bubbles' stomach, to double her over, followed by an overhand punch to the top of her exposed head. All Bubbles needed to do to stop it was grab one of the ballistic appendages, the way Faheema just had, but the Nubian wasn't making it easy for her. Striking fast, alternating her punches and her kicks to target different parts of the body, Faheema hoped to stay one step ahead of her lumbering foe.

Two quick jabs, one to each of Bubbles' naked breasts, would get her defending her chest. By then, Faheema would be moving on to a kick targeting her inner thigh, aiming to take some support out from under her. Finally, Faheema grabbed her opponent's head with both hands and threw her own head forward to bash their skulls together, before slipping one arm behind Bubbles to grab her in a tight headlock.

If she got all the way through her assault, Faheema would cap off her rampage by taking a running start with her opponent in tow, attempting to leap into the air and slam her opponent face-first into the ground on the descent. Bubbles may have been sturdy, but Faheema believed in her strength, and she had insidious plans for her opponent if Bubbles didn't find a way to turn the tables.

”Whoa, whoa!” Mariah squawked from the sidelines, as the tides changed fast enough to give the crowd whiplash. ”Arms up, arms up!

It was easy to say that, but accomplishing it was another thing entirely. Bubbles saw Faheema coming her way, knew the onslaught was about to begin, and all she needed was a second to get her guard up. Unfortunately, the nubile Nubian only needed half of a second to make contact, coming her way with insane elan.

A running knee crashed into Bubbles stomach and doubled her over.

A left kick to the shin made her legs buckle, and might have brought her to a knee if she didn’t have the ropes to lean on.

Bubbles managed to get an arm up to deflect the kick to her ribs, but it hit hard and fast enough to do damage through her block.

She had just begun to straighten up again when the uppercut sliced through her guard and bent her over once more.

A slicing jab hit her breast as she again attempted to stand upright. By some miracle, she managed to get her guard up in time to protect her other breast, letting the jab harmlessly whiffle out on her forearm. A small victory, but she’d take it.

She had no time to enjoy it, though, because another kick to her leg finished the job that the earlier one had begun. Bubbles began to teeter, and her vulpine foe took advantage of that, bringing their skulls together with an impact that echoed through the stadium and left the Virgin Killer seeing stars.

Bubbles was so stunned and stupefied that she was only vaguely aware of what happened next. She knew it involved her head being held and that she was pulled forward. She opened her eyes in time to the see the floor rushing to meet her face, and then darkness took her once more, as her eyelids screwed shut from the intense pain going through her skull. All she could do was roll around on the mat, cradling her skull as she thrashed around, suffering from more aches than she cared to count.

And it had only taken ten seconds. Tops.

When Faheema drove Bubbles into the canvas, the audience hollered, and the image of Faheema standing over her felled opponent garnered some camera flashes. Live sex was fun to watch, but the addition of real fighting talent was what completed this experience for most people. Before the fight reached its conclusion, however, Faheema had one more appeal to the erotic up her sleeve. A special performance that anyone could watch, but was intended for Mariah's eyes alone.

Bending down, Faheema scooped Bubbles up, gripping her hair with one hand and her waist with another. She started to help Bubbles upright, but only high enough that Faheema could drop down to one knee, dragging her unlucky opponent back down across the outstretched limb. Without fail, the volume levels in the arena grew, fans excited to see that golden, naked body doubled over, with her meaty rear exposed. In the world of wrestling, putting an opponent over your knee only had one practical application, and that was a nice, disciplinary spanking!

One arm went across the small of Bubbles' back, muscles bulging through dark skin as Faheema tried to keep her opponent held down. Her other hand was held aloft, and as Faheema looked out of the ring, she found Mariah's gaze, and smiled lecherously. In most cultures, spanking another person's wife in front of them would be seen as a grave transgression of that person's dignity. For the Nubian, that was the entire point: to publicly shame Mariah, and rub salt on any psychological wounds she might be nursing. Your wife is mine, now!

That was the intent, anyway. Faheema still didn't fully understand just how kinky Mariah and her wife were. The idea that Mariah might not mind seeing her wife getting a good spanking hadn't occurred to her. To Bubbles, it hardly mattered either way, because as Faheema's palm came down and struck her jiggling behind for the first time, she would quickly gain a hard-earned appreciation for just how painful one of Faheema's spankings could be!

As Bubbles laid there and gasped and tried to bring the air back into her battered lungs, a myriad of questions ran through her mind. Where had Faheema learned to throw down like that? The woman fought like a damn Comanche. How did she find the wherewithal to turn this around so quickly, and how had Bubbles fallen for it? Faheema was tough, but Bubbles had beaten tougher. Faheema was fast, but Bubbles had beaten faster. In terms of pure strength, she was the clear winner, here.

It was as if this woman, this living terror, was good enough in all those areas that the combination created a problem. She’d never taken on someone who so ticked off so many of the boxes before.

But the most pressing question was a simple one: what came next?

The answer wasn’t long in coming, as the smaller woman started to help her up with a rough pull of the hair - but only started. Before they could get to high, Bubbles was thrust forward and draped over Faheema’s knee, forced to bend over with her ass protruding upwards. The reasoning only took her a moment to suss out.

A spanking. Faheema was going to spank her like an unruly child. It was such a humiliating, disrespectful, heinous thing to do to another woman in front of the entire world...and Bubbles relished it. Her only regret was not doing it herself, a problem that could rectified later on. For the moment, she began to pant and sigh, awaiting the blistering heat on her backside. She didn’t figure it would be too bad, really. She’d taken paddles, whips, the Cat-O-Nine-Tails. Bubbles’ backside was no stranger to pain.

Mariah knew it was coming, too, and the look in Faheema’s eyes told the story. This was just as much punishment for her as Bubbles, forcing her to watch the degrading display. It was just one more reason to root for her wife - after this was done, payback would be meted out.

The audience held their breath. Bubbles’ clenched her cheeks. Mariah slipped another discreet finger  into her sex - even if she didn’t want it to happen, that didn’t stop her from being turned on.

And then Faheema’s hand came down like the hammer of god. Bubbles’ eyes widened and watered, and her cry rang out immediately, chasing the sound of the harsh slap around the rafters. A spanking? It was hard to call something that hard a ‘spanking’, like that word should be reserved for naughty boys and girls in grade school. This was a searing, burning slap to Bubbles’ cheek, one that lit her nerves on fire and made her entire body jump on contact. She would’ve done more than that, but her body was still reeling from the beating, offense was off the table. For now, all she could do was sag and steel her mind for the followup that was surely coming.

The intricacies of how Faheema was able to excel in her fights were mostly lost on Faheema herself, who usually looked at her success as a result of her upbringing. She had made it this far by learning to relish danger and fight through pain that would cripple lesser women. No matter how skilled Bubbles was, the knowledge that she didn't have to fight would always make her weak. If she didn't succeed in Friction, she could always look for employment elsewhere. She was healthy and wealthy, after all.

Faheema didn't have any of those luxuries. The Friction arena was all she had right now, and to carve out a piece of it for herself, she would fight through anything. Nothing short of unconsciousness would stop her from turning Bubbles into her concubine, and that lurid desire was only reaffirmed by the opportunity to spank her gorgeous foe into submission.

The panting and sighing were only just audible over the interminable noise of the crowd. Listening to it, feeling the woman squirm beneath her grip, made Faheema's heart race. Better yet were the cries when her palm sent a shockwave through those full hips of hers. Bubbles clearly hadn't been ready for the severity of her punishment, and she was in luck. The first spank, and the last, were always a little harder than the ones in between. Winding up her slaps too slowly might give Bubbles time to escape her clutches, and Faheema couldn't allow that. After rubbing the point of impact for a little while, she raised her hand and started pelting Bubbles' buttocks more rapidly, alternating asscheeks to ensure that both got an ample warming.

“Stop crying, little girl,” Faheema cooed, belittling her poor opponent as her palm struck again and again. “This is nothing compared to the corporal punishment of my homeland. Nevertheless, I will discipline you for all your transgressions against my body. Halfway there...” she said with a throaty tone of voice that exposed her arousal. About half a dozen swats had been delivered, and half a dozen more were meant to follow. The last would be the worst, with Faheema halting to lick her palm and raise her arm as high as it would go, to deliver a final slap devastating enough to knock the woman right off her perch on Faheema's knee.

It would be quite a spectacular moment...unless Bubbles found the strength to resist. No doubt she and Mariah were both dreaming to make her regret this, but right now, that dangerous reality only made Faheema's excitement grow!