Au Revoir Ma Cherie!!

[Desi_Choco_Z]

It was finally the day. The day for the final Wildcats match. She'd go up against Elise Thierry.

Meena awoke at some time in the afternoon. Late night gymming and pilates was not good for her sleep schedule. But this was her life now.

She grabbed a bun from the local canteen, and walked back to her room to watch a show before her match in half an hour.

Meena was going to fight Elise. This was the final fight in the WILDCATS champions series. If she won this last one she'd go pro. She'd worked hard up the ladder. She could do this. She just had to defeat Elise. Right. But Elise sleeping with her complicated things. She wondered worriedly if this would weaken her out there in the ring with Elise at a crucial time. She took a deep breath.

It was 6. pm. The maids were shocked to find Meena already sitting in the locker room, staring intently at the door to the ring.

"Ohh well, seems you're ready already.....Well here's your costume..", said the maid.

The door to the arena opened, and Meena walked into the ring, climbing the stairs, her fit, voluptuous body moving gracefully as she attempted a catwalk.

For the final WildCats, Meena was wearing something different. She was wearing a thong and bra with the Indian flag sign--the tricolor of orange, white and green and small blue wheels dotting the middle white portion of her thong.

Opposite to her Elise walked on stage, wearing a thong and bikini with the French flag, the french tricolour, as she flaunted her body.

"Well, my dear ladies and gentlemen", said the bunny mask commentator, "tonight for the final WildCats, we have these gorgeous women in our ring, whom I'm sure, need no introduction, so without further ado----let the fight begin!!"

There was a huge cheer, and a lot of anticipation. Since it was the last WildCats, it was expected. The bell rang.

There was no wasting time.

Meena calmly walked towards Elise, who was also walking towards her calmly.

They both finally stopped when they were close to each other.

Meena lifted her hand and brought down a powerful slap on Elise's cheeks and found to her surprise, an equally powerful slap on her own cheeks at the same time. Elise staggered back, her face red, and Meena's in the same predicament. There were a few surprised gasps and whistles among the crowd.

Meena grit her teeth. She lunged forward and grabbed Elise's prominent nipples sticking out of the french flag themed bra, and held them tightly within her fingers.

Elise gasped in surprise, not expecting Meena to be that fast.

Meena then pressed her fingers around the nipples harder, almost trying to crush them. Elise moaned a little at first, then gasped, and later squealed in a high pitched girly tone," Ohhhh.......Ah........Gahhh.............huh........eeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkk...", as her hands balled into fists, and were raised by her sides, her eyes closed tightly..

Meena smiled. The audience was staring raptly. Elise didn't hold back forever, however.

She immediately used her free hand and grabbed the hem of Meena's colorful Indian tricolor thong, and lifted it up her flat, toned belly, a blur of green, white and orange stripes, giving her a wedgie.

Meena gasped in discomfort, but increased the intensity of her nipple press with her fingers, enough to make Elise scream. But Elise withheld it, winced and gritting her teeth, decided to upgrade her move.

Her fingers left the waistband temporarily, giving Meena some respite, but then they did the unthinkable. Elise's cold hands snaked through her thong, entering inside, stretching out the elastic, her long fingers with sharp nails indenting and pushing though the fabric from inside, her hard knuckles with the back of her palm roughly grazing and brushing against her bushy pussy, making Meena feel a certain way.......Elise's hands struggled and rubbed about down there for a while until she grabbed onto the narrow strip of gusset, hugging onto her vagina.

"You look irresistible tonight Cherie....sorry for this move", Elise purred as she made a mock sad face, pouting momentarily.

Meena stared confused.

Elise then pulled the thong high up, past her belly button---it was quite elastic, the fabric rising up almost to her shoulders.

Meena was stuck. The elastic stretched thong had almost cleaved her pussy so much, that her individual pussy lips were visible, being pulled apart almost. It had an even sorrier effect on her behind, the wretched stretchy piece of fabric, had cut so far deep up her ass, that it wasn't visible, while her buttcheeks jiggled erratically, the two cheeks bulging and bursting out on either sides. It was like Moses parting the sea. She was so sure a bit of cloth had gone into her arsehole if that was even possible.

Meena didn't give a build up like Elise before screaming.

"OH AAAiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeehihihiiiiiiiiiihiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkk!!!!!!!maahh pussssseeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy!!!!"

It was hell. This was bad. Meena's thick thighs were shaking badly, trying to distance themselves from each other to try and push out the wedged fabric out of her tender lady bits but it was too tight. Her grip on the French Belle's cent sized milkers was loosening, when she thought she should get her head back in the game, no matter how much it stings. She thought of getting a spa session for her butt after the fight.

Meena didn't hold back either. She reinforced her grip on Elise's tender nipples as she started twisting and pulling them outwards at the same time. Her fingers twisted the nipples, the cloth covering them twisting around her fingers, forming a mountain of torsion. It was like an 'on' switch for Elise, as her screams returned and the haughty look disappeared from her face as she felt the heat gaining on her poor girls.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!my niiiiipppsssssssssss!! ohhhhhnnn my nipplessssss----gahhhaa, c'est le EEEeeeennnnnfeeeRRRrrr!!!!", screamed Elise.

Elise faltered for a bit, her grip on Meena's undies loosening a bit, as Meena stared intensely at her fingers hoping to god she was gonna let go of her thong because GOD DAMN it hurt!!

However Elise was made of tougher stuff. She quickly regained her grip and this time crossed her arms, crisscrossing the elastic fabric of her thong to opposite sides. This caused the fabric to form a knot, the tight balled up cloth roughly grazing up her vag lips!!! Meena crossed her eyes at this, her pretty plump lips forming an 'O' shape as she moaned, "NNnnnnnnghhhhhhhhh....Ah..Ah...Ah...Ahh....AAhhhnnnngg...my puuuchiii...."

This was music to Elise's ears. She tightened her hold and started bouncing the cloth a bit more, intensifying Meena's cries. But Meena wouldn't stop here. Not just like that. She decided she needed to upgrade too.

She released her nipples but her hands came back with a vengeance, as they grabbed onto the base of Elise's tits shocking her. Then Meena tried what Linh used to do.

She tightened her grip and pointed the tits downwards to the floor. She used her strong palms to slowly and methodically squeeze and stroke the breasts, compressing alternately, trying to milk the French belle. Elise discovered this too late and panicked. She raised the wedgie higher, as Meena moaned again but she gritted her teeth and continued her rhythmic squeezing movements, alternately pulling a tit down and then back up while the other melon went down and back up again. Elise could feel something rushing through the innards of her tit. And somehow Meena could feel it too. She kept on with it, consistently milking her.

Elise wasn't going to be a sitting duck. She tightened her hold on the fabric and

this time she swung her arms in sideways to and fro motion, swaying her super elastic thong in a sideways motion like a pendulum. The move looked simple and no major changes could be seen, but unfortunately for Meena, the cute Indian chick could feel her pubes on fire. The cloth was rubbing her pussy raw and red!!!

Meena bit her lips and rolled her eyes. She almost teared up.

God!! Elise was going to turn her 'V' down there into a 'W', if she kept this up!

Her legs twitched as her eyes teared up and crossed again but she still wouldn't give up. She continued the titmilking.

Elise felt the rush inside her titties increase. It felt like her whole energy was bursting at her chest and threatened to flow like water from a pipe, but someone grabbed and obstructed the pipe, forcing the pressure to increase. Elise's moans increased, and her legs trembled, goosebumps all over her pale skin, as she felt the milk rush!!! She felt like her entire bounty was in Meena's hands, at her mercy, for her to do as she wished with them. And for the first time, the dominatrix wanted that. She moaned and closed her eyes, blushing imagining all sorts of scenarios where Meena doms her ruthlessly, by god, a few seconds of serving up her tits to Meena, and she was already feeling like a sub!!! She wanted to be milked, because at this point Meena was almost teasing her, building up the tension to milk out, and then immediately blocking it......Elise couldn't handle it anymore. She wanted to let it out but the same time fought it--some part of her found this humiliation enraging....

On the other hand, the rubbing thong had stopped hurting, because it had ridden far upwards and inside of Meena's tunnel of love due to the sweat, and when it started rubbing there, it gave a different feeling. Meena moaned and sweated profusely. Her skin got hot, her undergarments got damp because of the sweat (and maybe something else that's sticky!) and tension was in the air. The atmosphere smelled of feminine musk......

Meena rubbed her thighs against each other, her moans increasing like a crescendo, until finally she couldn't hold it in either. They both happened simultaneously.

Meena moaned out like an animal in heat as her cxnt splattered out her love juices, in a forked fountain, two fountains of womanly essence spraying out of her cxnt, their trajectories split because of the restricting divider over her love hole, that was her thong. The spray dribbled down her thick, moist brown thighs, slick with sweat, and onto the floor, forming a mini stream of love.

Elise was in the same predicament. With a final powerful heave, Meena had squeezed Elise's breasts and with a guttural moan, Elise's tits spattered out milk, against the tight bra, the gushes of milk bursting out of the sides of her tight bra, and some liquid oozing through fabric and dribbling down from both elongated nipples onto the floor like a leaky tap. The cloth of her bra darkened in color, becoming damp, no drenched completely with her milk, spilling more onto the floor, as the air was heavy with the scents of Elise's motherly merits and Meena's womanly essences.

Then the buzzer for the 5 second break rang.

Meena stared into Elise's eyes determinedly. Elise returned the glare. Then their eyes teared up, as whatever conviction they had had, had already been drained out-- either through breast or cxnt.

"At the count of 3......." Elise moaned softly. Meena nodded hastily.

"3.......2.........1!!!"

Their hands immediately left the opponents bodies and started caressing their own bodies.

Meena's pussy stung because of the wedgie. She turned her back against Elise, and spread her legs apart, widening her stance, and then squatted on her powerful trembling thighs, her nimble fingers quickly digging into her womanly orifice to find that wretched hyper elastic bit of undies she had thought was a great idea to wear tonight. Well her 'great idea' had gone really far up her ass crack, and if going up was a pleasure inducing, moan breaking process, then getting the darn fabric out of her ass was even more so. She had to finger herself in the process, moaning a little as she finally grabbed onto the gusset and plucked it out slowly--rolling her eyes and moaning a cow in the process.

Meanwhile Elise's bra had gotten completely soaked. She stripped it off and stared at her DDs, her usually pale pink nipples, now a raging shade of red. A bit of pale milk was dripping down the teats. She looked over at Meena who was smiling at her triumph, admiring her art of boob torture, but Elise angled her head and pointed at Meena's pussy, wet, swollen and slightly red and still leaking some strong smelling, Meena flavored condiments. She smiled. Now it was Meena's turn to blush.

Elise stripped off her undies too, and along with her bra threw them to the crowd, kind of like the first match. She was going to use memory to weaken Meena. She knew Meena was a big girl in the size department and quite curvy (one of the perks of Indian women, she had gotten to know), so she had some advantages over Elise. But she also had disadvantages. Her huge breasts, an asset, were also a weakness, which she had readily exploited in their first match leading to her win and also in bed (another of the perks Elise had experienced, of bedding Meena), and she knew how to target them.

Meena had foolishly removed her own undergarments in the first match, leaving her then inexperienced self open to more humiliation and weaknesses. However she wouldn't do that now. Plus she was also very well aware that she had just come unlike the first match, which changed the situation drastically. If it was uncomfortable, she'd have to learn to fight with wet garments. Meena just tightened her thongs, and gave her booty a motivating spank to intimidate Elise, (and also instantly regretted it as she felt the aftereffects of a wedgie on your arse) and took a stance.

The bell rung again and this time Meena didn't make the first move. Elise was hoping she would though. But it didn't matter. If Meena wouldn't strip, Elise would make her strip.

Elise strode up to her, and both of their arms locked together in a wrestling pin. As they wrestled, Elise got near enough to Meena's ears, and softly exhaled a warm gust of air which graced her sweaty neck. Meena shivered and her hold weakened. Elise took advantage of this. Using her sweaty grip to break free, she immediately ducked, and rose with a headbutt into Meena's crotch.

"OOOOOOoooooooooUUUUUU GIRLLLLLL NOT THEREeeee!!"

Meena moaned as her strong thighs gave way, and she almost dropped to the floor. Before her arms could reach her pussy to cover them, or caress them however, Elise grabbed onto Meena's weak thighs, and hoisted her over her shoulders. As Meena struggled and flailed, Elise kissed her ample dark ass, and patted it twice, before lowering her, and her pussy onto her raised thigh. Meena's legs shot up, her eyes bulged as she squealed, and fell to the floor, crawling to get on her knees.

"It's not fair I'm the only one getting hot and naked here Minnie", whispered Elise as she grabbed onto Meena's back, her legs on either side of her. She wrapped her arms around Meena's chin and lifted her up, raising her upper body and giving the crowd a good view, performing an effective camel clutch. She then unhooked Meena's bra from behind and whipped it off, brandishing her jiggling, large brown bosom in front of the hungry crowd.

Meena blushed. Elise then placed her foot on Meena's back and pushed against it, forcing Meena's womanly spheres to circumambulate and rotate around the audience's eyes.

This was an embarrassing hold for Meena. She groaned as she felt her back extending, her chin raised up so high, her sight was blinded by the floodlights towering over the stadium. But she could hear the jeers, and the moans from the crowd, the cheers of the audience, some begging the French Domme to fuck her up and finish it; some pleading for the Desi Diva to bounce back and take control. Above all though, she could feel the glare of the light and the cool night air on her exposed massive brown choochas. She flailed her hands and legs hopelessly, the extra motion doing nothing else but adding fuel for her humiliation.

"Get a good look mes auditeurs.......I believe these Bon Bons are for adults.....", Elise smirked as she swayed her grip, forcing Meena's ample tits to jiggle more intensely.

"O-Ohhhk-kay that's enough shaking!!!Gahhhhahh STOP!"

"Y'know I can't go easy on you now Minnie........but maybe I will if you say you give....." Elise purred.

Meena felt exhausted, and her back had started paining. But she wouldn't give up now. Not when this was the final Wildcats rapid fire rounds. She just had to defeat Elise. Right, as usual easier said than done.

Suddenly Meena saw an opening. Elise's grip was still tight, but her inner showmanship had awakened and she wasn't paying attention to her busty trapped prey, but to the audience.

Thankfully Elise wasn't choking her. Since it wasn't a perfect camel clutch, Meena had a chance. She steadied her hands and shot them up, grabbing onto Elise's long blonde locks glowing an angelic white under the floodlights.

As she pulled on them Elise squealed.

"MY HHHaaaaaiirrrrr"

Meena didn't let go. Grabbing on with both arms, she pulled them further, until Elise's leg left her back and Meena could straighten herself up again. She lost her hold on the blondie however. Elise slipped back into the corner, steading herself, caressing her hair. She stared at Meena, who was steadying herself.

Then she came charging at her. Meena had just managed to stand up, and Elise had a headstart. Midrun she leaped, and with great agility she landed on Meena's head, her muscular thighs constricting Meena's throat, her legs wrapped behind Meena's neck, her elbows pressuring Meena's head.

"Say goodnight love!!!!!!!" Elise purred in a singsongy voice as she stuffed her blonde haired pussy into Meena's face, blocking her nose and mouth, suffocating her.

The hold was long. It went on for 1.....2......3.......4.........5...........6..........7.....seconds, and Meena's eyes were rolling over. Her body was trembling, as she struggled to stand straight, almost reclined to half sitting position, hanging over the wires, as Elise whispered more taunts.

But Meena wouldn't black out. There was only way to break this move.

But she was trapped in place now. As soon as she felt a tiny movement, Meena opened her jaws and latched onto whatever she could find. Elise's poor, naked cxnt became the victim.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAIYAIAYAIAYAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAAHhhh CHHAATTTEEEEE!!!!" Elise screamed, as Meena now grabbed onto the her legs with a tight grip, her head burrowing into the French belle's fem cave like a mole tunneling into the earth.

Meena wouldn't stop, and Elise's screams wouldn't stop either. Meena had slammed Elise onto the floor now, Elise lying helpless, as she felt her lower half being pulverized by the Desi Diva.

"Oooooouuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Make it stop make it stop OOOOOOOuuuuuhhhhuhuhuhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuu!!!! and--OOOOOOOOO!!not there not- nyyyaAAAAAAHaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeepppp!!!!!"

Elise's legs stopped flailing as it was too late. It was coming. Her gates down there had been breached. It was so easy to make her climax for Meena. Other women had had a tough time getting Elise to this point, but this was Meena. Meena, who had slept with her many times. She knew her. One lick on the outskirts and rotating tongue inside would make her horny. Bite her if you wanted to skip the foreplay and you'd have her cum. Elise blushed, her eyes tearing up a little as she felt somewhat betrayed. She had known it was just a fling. She thought she had it under control. But she was not. For the first time, the domme was being subbed. And for some reason she wanted to be subbed.

Soon Meena raised her head, and what followed was a fountain--of turbulent, irregular sprays of white, viscous cream, smearing Meena's lower half of her face, the floor and her clothes. Meena stood over her, all sweaty as she panted.

"Thank you for that croissant with extra cream. A girl works hard y'know?"

Elise was enraged. She was humiliated beyond measure and she kind of liked it but seeing Meena stand over her was the last resort. Her pride kicked back in as she shot up roaring, her claws grabbing onto Meena's exposed tits. Meena could take almost anything except nippleplay. That was endgame and caused her to cum or milk immediately if done right. Elise knew this.

"Didn't get a chance to say hi to these earlier...." Elise purred as she tightened her grip around Meena's big brown stress busters.

Meena screamed.

"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!MY TITTYYYY!!! W--W--WAIIIT, WE C-CAN TaLk This OUTTTT!!!"

Elise found it comforting to know this part hadn't changed. She also liked the feeling of holding onto Meena's particularly large brown milkbags. God, they should brand these things, she thought.

Elise wasn't listening to Meena and Meena knew that. Elise slowly hoisted herself, using Meena's gigantic udders as leverage. She stood face to face with Meena, her lips just inches away from Meena's.

She then pulled Meena into a liplock, one that Meena couldn't escape and Meena gave into it, their lips embracing, in a wet smack. Then Meena pulled her secret move. She wrapped her arms around Elise's back, and grabbed onto the white girl's bouncy buttocks from both sides, gaining a hold for her next move.

As Elise's eyes widened questioningly midkiss, Meena didn't hesitate. She drove her knee up and between Elise's legs, her solid kneecap plunging into Elise's still sensitive, cum dripping, pussy.

"Wooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaahhhhh there there there uhhnnnn!!!! You cheaterrrrrr....", Elise moaned as she moaned into Meena's lips, and her body about to slump. But Meena held her aloft by her asscheeks, and repeated her pussy crunching move, ramming her kneecap up and down her lady bits, periodically, each time they made contact down there, Elise moaned aloud and yelped.

"Ow! Ow! OW! WoAAOOWW! AH! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! EEP! EEP! EEP! EEEP! EEEEEEIIIIIIIIIKKKKK!!!!!!"

Then Meena rammed up her knee and changed manouevre. She let Elise's battered, leaky pussy rest for a while on her stationary knee. Then Meena started rotating her kneecap, by moving her leg sideways, in a to and fro motion, grinding in Elise's pussy.

To this new move, Elise's reaction was dramatic. Her legs cringed and flailed more, as her eyes rolled inwards, and she let out a moan like a beached whale.

"oooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooOOOOOOOHHHHHnngggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!DON'T! DON'T! DOOOOONNNNNN'TTT!!!!"

Meena expected the usual reaction. Elise's hands had already dropped from her tits. But the next move Elise pulled was shocking.

"DON'T STAWPPP!!!! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOPPP!!!! WAIIT NOOOO WHAT AM I-OOOOOOOOUUUuuuuuuuuuhhhhhngghhh", she bit her lip, "DON'T STOPPPP OH GOD!!!!"

Meena chuckled as she knew she had her this time. She was gonna win.

She stopped her grinding and gently but forcefully drove her knee past Elise's lips down there, to be met with more reluctant but definitely aroused ineligible squeals.

Then she pulled at the last second and continued with the to and fro grinding movements. This continued for a while till Elise couldn't hold it any longer.

"GGOOOOOOOODDD PLEAAASSEEEEE DONNNN'TTTT!!!!!! OHKKKK???LET ME CUUUMMM!!!!!!! JE PEUX JOUIR?? LAISSE-MOIII JOUIRRRRRRR!!!!!"

Meena smiled and finally nodded, stopped grinding and finally drove her knee past Elise's vag lips deep enough till they almost fit and pulled it out, followed with spurts and showers of Elise's love juices all over the floor and this time also dribbling down Meena's thick thighs and legs.

Elise flopped to the floor, blushing. Meena loved this.

She sauntered over, grabbed ahold of the French belle's thighs and lifted them over her, positioning her in a piledriver pin fashion, in a way that her neck and head rested on the floor, while her abdomen stretched above her, upside down, with her legs upturned and her toes touching the floor on either side of her head, exposing her asscrack and wet dripping pussy to the audience.

Meena slapped her ass. "Do you give?"

Elise stifled a sob.

Meena slapped her ass harder, and harder, causing it to redden like a ripe tomato, and slowly slid her fingers past Elise's swollen lips--and performed a little finger tease, rubbing her clit between her thumb and forefinger.

"OOOHHk! Ok! Stop Please! I g-giveeeAAhhhnnnn.......", Elise moaned and sobbed.

Satisfied Meena smiled, spanked her ass once more and turned to the audience.

"Well ladies and gentlemen!! I'm not gonna say what I've done!! You can see that for yourselves!! And you already have.........seen your 'Domme'........No one can tame this Tigress!! Rawwrr!"

Meena ended it with a mock growl in a cute tone, curling her fingers to resemble a claw and holding her claws up against her face, resembling more like one of those Japanese cat dolls with beckoning paws. She giggled and left the stage, sauntering towards the exit, swaying her hips, her sweat cooling her body, and healing her wounds, her ass stung and her pussy ached, against the blinding floodlights and the uproar of cheers shouting her name now dominantly instead of Elise's.

The commentator and the bunny mask roared their approval and announced her as the final champion of the WILDCATS series ofbouts.

"MEENA! MEENA!MEENA!MEENA!MEEEENAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!", The audience roared their approval louder. Meena blew them a flying kiss, turned her back, knelt down and lightly spanked her large brown ass, letting the audience watch it jiggle voluptuously, and the hoots and cheers with her name just grew drastically.

Looks like her fanbase just increased.

[Rocko23]

This was an amazingly hot battle. Thank you! Meena vs a pakistani rival would be nice!

[Rocko23]