Priya had just torn Tracy’s submission from her, splitting her wide and smothering her pride until the blonde’s lips finally choked out “I submit.” She’d made it 4–2, and she didn’t waste a heartbeat before letting everyone know.
She shoved Tracy’s face down into the mat and pushed herself upright, her body glistening, heavy tits swinging as she straightened to full height. With one arm raised high, she spread four fingers in the dim light. Her voice rang out, low and triumphant.
“Four,” she announced, her chest rising like a queen declaring a decree. Her dark eyes slid deliberately toward Jay. “One more. One more, and your cow is mine.”
Tracy lay face-down, her cheek pressed into the mat, her mouth wet with sweat and spit. She panted in short, ragged bursts, her arms trembling as she tried to push herself up but collapsed back down.
Jay was already on the mat, crouched low beside her. He slid a towel under her chin, lifting her head into his lap. His hand brushed the damp strands of hair from her face. Her eyes were red, angry, her lips twitching between a snarl and a sob.
“Trace,” he whispered, his voice firm but gentle. “Look at me. Breathe. You hear me? Just breathe.”
Across the mat, Rajeev strolled in no rush to Priya, who was settling into a seated sprawl, her sweat-slick thighs spread as she rolled her shoulders back, savoring her dominance. He handed her a bottle, and she drank greedily, then spit a long stream onto the mat with contempt.
“She’s finished,” Priya muttered in Bengali. Rajeev smiled thinly, stroking her thigh with his fingertips.
Jay caught the tone, if not the words. His jaw clenched. “Keep smirking, buddy,” he snapped across the mat. “She’s slower than she looks. Trace’ll grind her down and you’ll watch every second of it.”
Priya barked out a laugh, leaning forward on her elbows. She let her gaze rake over Tracy, who was still trembling against Jay’s lap. “She begged,” Priya said coldly, her voice dripping disdain. “Twice now. You all heard it. That isn’t grinding. That’s breaking.”
The words cut Tracy sharper than any hold. Her head snapped up, jaw tight, nostrils flaring. She shoved Jay’s hands away and sat back on her heels, her breasts swinging heavily with each breath. Her lips curled into a grimace as she spat sweat onto the mat.
“I’m not broken, bitch,” she rasped, her voice hoarse but defiant. “You think this is over? You’ve only seen me survive. You’re about to see me hurt you.”
Priya tilted her head, eyes narrowing in amusement. “Then stand up and prove it. Four to two. I can already smell the end of you.”
Jay leaned close to Tracy’s ear, speaking just for her. “Her back, Trace. That’s where you take her. Don’t go tit-to-tit, don’t go for her hips. You’ve got the thighs, you’ve got the power. Bend her spine until she sobs for you.”
Tracy’s breath was hot against his cheek. She nodded once, eyes fixed on Priya. “She’s mine,” she muttered, almost to herself.
Priya pushed to her feet, wiping sweat down her thighs, and stood tall. “You’ll crawl before me, cow,” she said flatly.
Tracy rose in turn, her legs shaky but her posture hardening, defiance sharpening her expression. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then flicked the sweat toward Priya with a sneer. “Better women than you have been under me, whore. And you’re next.”
The two women stepped forward, closing the gap until their slick bodies almost touched — heavy breasts grazing, hips brushing, noses inches apart. They stood there, chests heaving, sweat dripping, the air vibrating with hate.
Jay clenched his fists at his sides, eyes never leaving Tracy’s. “She’s still in this,” he muttered.
Rajeev smirked, folding his arms, his tone measured and smug. “Not for long. One more scream, one more tap — then you watch her crawl.”
The basement air was thick with sweat and musk, humming with silence except for the hiss of ragged breathing. Tracy and Priya had just risen, their bodies battered and wet, and stepped back together. Bare chests pressed, sweat-slick tits squashing flat and shifting heavy between them. Their hips brushed, bellies bumped, noses nearly touching. Neither looked away. Both had screamed, both had broken, both had taken points off the other. But now the score read 4–2, Priya leading. One more point and she would finish Tracy’s final match for good.
Jay stood tight at Tracy’s back, eyes wide but burning with stubborn hope. Rajeev mirrored him, arms folded smugly, his dark eyes full of certainty. But in that moment, the men didn’t matter. It was just two women, thick, scarred, proud, and furious, locked nose to nose.
“You begged for me,” Priya hissed, her breath hot against Tracy’s damp cheek. Her lips curled into the faintest smirk. “Twice. Do you know what that makes the score? Four-two. One more and you’re mine.”
Tracy’s jaw flexed hard, sweat dripping from her chin. She leaned just enough to grind her breasts harder into Priya’s, the flesh compressing like wet leather. “You’ll never finish me, slut,” she growled. “I’ll rip you apart before I let you.”
“Then do it,” Priya snapped, grabbing a fistful of Tracy’s ponytail and wrenching her head backward.
The war was on again.
Tracy’s hands shot up too, digging into Priya’s silky black hair, yanking viciously as their bodies lurched sideways across the mat. Their heavy tits slapped together as they twisted and grunted, sweat flying in tiny arcs. Legs tangled, toes dug into the mat, knees rammed into thighs with dull thuds. It was less a lock-up and more a violent street grapple, both women trying to impose sheer will.
Priya twisted first, using the hairhold to yank Tracy downward, forcing her into a bent posture. With a savage grunt, Priya snapped her knee up into Tracy’s belly. The dull thump rang out, and Tracy groaned, nearly buckling. Priya followed with another knee, then another, hammering into the blonde’s soft midsection. Each blow forced the air from Tracy’s lungs in sharp wheezes.
Jay shouted, “Cover up, Trace! Don’t let her fold you!”
Priya smirked through her own sweat. “Listen to him beg for you. Do you know why? Because you’re soft here,” she snarled, and drove her palm up into Tracy’s ribs.
Tracy sagged, her chest folding, tits heaving as her breath rasped. Priya wrenched her hair again, dragging her face-first down to the mat, and dropped to straddle her back. In one smooth motion she snaked her arms under Tracy’s armpits and locked her hands behind the blonde’s neck, wrenching upward. A brutal full nelson from behind, forcing Tracy’s chest to jut forward, shoulders stretched mercilessly.
Tracy cried out, her face twisted in agony, her tits yanked high and taut.
“Look at her, Jay!” Rajeev barked, stepping closer. “Look at your wife — stretched like a cow, squealing already!”
Priya leaned back, torquing harder, her sweat dripping down onto Tracy’s back. “I’ll break her shoulders before I’m through,” she hissed.
Tracy snarled, her voice strangled but defiant. “You’ll… you’ll have to kill me first!”
With raw effort she stomped one heel backward into Priya’s thigh. Once. Twice. Three times. On the third stomp Priya’s grip faltered just enough. Tracy twisted her body and collapsed sideways, ripping herself free and rolling toward the ropes.
Jay was there, slapping the mat. “That’s it, Trace! Keep fighting!”
Tracy pushed herself up, her chest heaving, her face red and wet. Priya came charging, but Tracy met her with a low tackle, slamming shoulder to gut and driving her across the mat. Both women crashed down hard, Tracy on top.
“Now let’s see how you squeal,” Tracy growled.
She shifted her hips, mounted high, and slammed her tits down across Priya’s face, pressing into a breast smother. Priya’s muffled voice screeched into her flesh as Tracy leaned forward, hands yanking on Priya’s hair to grind the smother tighter.
“Who’s soft now, bitch?” Tracy spat. “Scream into my tits!”
Priya bucked, her thick legs thrashing, but Tracy rode her weight, grinding hard. Jay yelled encouragement, pounding the mat.
Rajeev shouted over him: “Breathe, Priya! Use her ribs — break her open!”
Priya’s arms slid low, hands finding Tracy’s ribs, and she clawed deep. Tracy shrieked, jerking up just enough for Priya to wrench sideways and escape. Both rolled apart, gasping.
They lunged again. Priya tackled this time, slamming Tracy onto her back and crushing down belly to belly, tits smashing together violently. She seized two fistfuls of blonde hair and slammed Tracy’s head back against the mat once, twice, three times, leaving her dazed.
Then she slithered higher, planting her sweat-slick tits over Tracy’s mouth and nose, a suffocating smother.
“Now you beg again,” Priya snarled. “You’ll give me two points this time. I’ll make you cum while you choke.”
Tracy’s muffled growls vibrated into Priya’s flesh, her arms flailing. Jay’s voice cracked, “Don’t give it to her, Trace! Stay with me!”
Priya rode the smother, hips grinding low against Tracy’s belly, her weight oppressive. But Tracy’s legs coiled and kicked, finally bucking her sideways. She rolled with her, and the women separated again, both gasping, both breasts raw and red.
The cycle repeated. Priya slammed Tracy with elbows to the ribs, long minutes of control, grinding her down. Tracy screamed, struggled, but survived. Then Tracy caught a counter, slammed Priya into a body scissor, and crushed her waist with brutal thigh pressure. Priya groaned, clawed, suffered for long minutes until she pried loose. Back and forth. Long, punishing stretches of dominance, each woman holding control until sheer desperation gave the other a crack of escape.
Jay and Rajeev shouted constantly — Jay urging Tracy to focus, to breathe, to fight; Rajeev barking commands, telling Priya to break ribs, to crush tits, to make her cum.
Time stretched. Sweat dripped like rain, pooling on the mat. The basement reeked of musk and struggle.
Then came the shift.
Tracy, gasping and battered, finally trapped Priya in a reverse body scissor. She crushed her waist from behind, thighs digging deep, and with her hands she clawed into Priya’s hair, wrenching her head backward to arch her spine.
Priya shrieked, her back stretched viciously. Tracy leaned close, lips at her ear. “That’s it, slut. I’ve found it. Your back. I’m going to tear it apart.”
Priya’s screams filled the basement as Tracy squeezed, her thighs unrelenting, her hairpull wrenching her into an agonizing arc. She let go only to slam a fist into Priya’s kidney, then wrenched her back again.
Rajeev shouted, panicked now. “Don’t let her settle! Move, Priya!”
But Tracy didn’t let her. She dragged her down, mounted her back, and planted her ass heavy across Priya’s spine. She leaned low first, grinding her weight cruelly into the muscles along Priya’s lower back, making her groan before sitting upright with deliberate dominance. Then, with a grunt of effort, she seized Priya’s chin in both hands and yanked back viciously, locking in a brutal camel clutch and wrenching her spine into an agonizing curve.
Priya’s scream ripped through the air, raw and guttural. Her back arched grotesquely, her tits jutting forward, her arms trapped uselessly over Tracy’s thighs. Tracy leaned back, bending her farther, her muscles straining with effort. Jay shouted encouragement, pounding the mat with both fists, his voice hoarse with excitement. Rajeev shouted back, his face twisted in anger, ordering Priya to fight through, to twist, to buck her off. The men’s voices collided in the air like rival coaches, adding fuel to the already blazing struggle.
“Look at her!” Jay roared, pointing. “Trace has her! Break her back, babe!”
Priya sobbed, shaking her head, but Tracy only leaned back farther, her face twisted in savage determination.
Then Tracy’s hands shot down, hooking into both corners of Priya’s mouth. With a cruel double fishhook she jerked her cheeks wide, yanking her head back even farther and distorting her face in agonized humiliation.
“SCREAM FOR ME, WHORE!” Tracy bellowed. “Scream it so everyone knows I’ve got you!”
Priya’s scream turned into a guttural, humiliating wail as her mouth was stretched wide by both of Tracy’s hands fishhooking her cheeks, her face grotesquely distorted while her spine torqued in the brutal camel clutch. Tears streamed from her eyes, her lips torn raw, and sweat poured off her chest in sheets as she sobbed in agony.
“I SUBMIT! FUCK, I SUBMIT!” she screamed hoarsely, the words broken, choked, and humiliating, her voice cracking as Tracy’s double fishhook stretched her mouth wide. The submission came raw and undeniable, torn from her throat in agony and shame.
Tracy yanked once more, then finally released, shoving Priya face-first into the mat and rising slowly, her chest heaving, her thong twisted, her hair wild.
Jay rushed to her side, pride blazing in his eyes. “That’s my girl! Four-three! You’ve got her now, Trace!”
Across the mat, Rajeev knelt by Priya, who lay groaning, her back arched awkwardly, her lips raw from the fishhook. He stroked her hair, whispering, but his face was tight, grim.
Tracy stood over her, breathing like a beast, her voice hoarse but cutting. “That’s one back, bitch. Next round, I’ll break the rest of you.”
The score was 4–3. The war was far from over.
