The pain of success, part 3

[Janine_G]

"Did you climax?" Greg asked Lindsey in the afterglow of their wild night.

She rolled over and smiled at him, kissing him on the mouth.  "It was great, you are great, she was great....but no.  Sooo close....It was sooo close... Your cock after that fight was AMAZING..." she got up and despite being bruised and battered, seemed to be utterly unaffected by the brawl that had just occurred.

Greg thought for a moment, was this an impossible task? 

"Lindsey, do you think that this is futile?  Should we try a different route?"

"Like what?" she asked, honestly, wincing as she tried to buckle her bra over her bruised and swollen tits, ultimately simply leaving it off and tossing it in her bag.

"Should I try to find a professional?  Or someone bigger?  Or a man?"

She chuckled.  "Wouldn't be a turn on.  It's the pain AND the competition...it is the ADRENALINE that makes me cum."

"Oooohhhh...." he said, coming to the understanding.

"Well, back to the drawing board..." he said.

It would take three weeks before Greg texted Lindsey that he had a lead.  It wasn't as though they weren't having sex, he just knew that it wasn't as good as it might one day be.

He had found someone in Germany who he thought might be a candidate and had arranged to fly over there to see if he could convince her to fight his girl.

He called Lindsey from Stuttgart, he had found another candidate.  He had sat down with her after watching her beat the daylights out of another woman in an underground club, then fuck her in front of the crowd in some unique sexual play.  The woman spoke fluent English, having gone to university in the US, and was a successful businesswoman herself, doing this for her own "side interest."

She had accepted the financial offer, but upon seeing a photo of Lindsey, had negotiated for the chance at a sexual weekend with her as a bonus.  Lindsey had already agreed to such an offer if Greg had ever encountered it.

Greg arranged for the woman, name Britta, to fly back to the states with him.  The woman had artificially dyed her hair red, he presumed to mock Lindsey's natural red hair.  She chainsmoked the whole way to NY and tried to hit on Greg on the plane, but he politely redirected her.

Lindsey was waiting for them when they arrived at the private airstrip just north of New York City.  The woman nodded at Lindsey as they greeted one another and all three climbed into the black escalade waiting to drive them to Lindsey's apartment. 

"I'm gonna fucking destroy, Lindsey." the woman said, her accent strong, but her english perfect.

Lindsey smiled. "We'll see."

"Seriously, when I make you submit, and piss yourself, I'm gonna fuck you all night long.  You're hot."

"Thanks, and for what it's worth, you would be the first."

"The first to fuck you?"

"No, the first to make me submit and piss myself."

Now it was the German's chance to smile. 

The three took the elevator to Lindsey's penthouse.  The fighting room was already set up.  Britta went to her room and prepared and Lindsey went to her bedroom and stripped.

They both came out into the room, naked.  Britta was smoking a cigarette.  Greg had not known from her earlier fight, but Britta's genitals were tattooed.  Lindsey noticed the artwork and smirked.  "Nice pussy." she said.

Britta took another drag off of her cigarette and snorted.  "You'll be up close and personal soon. Don't worry, bitch." She pulled a final drag off the cigarette. She finished it and then looked at Greg, she said she was ready.  Lindsey looked at Greg and said she was ready.

Greg looked at both and said, "Begin."

They walked slowly towards each other and Lindsey swung.  The blow hit Britta in the cheek and the brunette's head jerked slightly to the side.  Britta punched back.  The blow was a right cross just like Lindsey's.  Something about it though, Greg noticed, was different.  Lindsey's head snapped to the side.  Her legs wobbled.  It was clear that Britta's punch was far more powerful. 

Lindsey recovered.  She stood up.  And then Britta unloaded.  She rained punches at Lindsey's head.  She connected with every one.  Lindsey's head snapped side to side and back and forth as she was pounded.  Her face exploded. She covered up.  Britta wrapped her arms around the back of Lindsey's head and began kneeing her over and over again.  Every time Lindsey tried to counter, Britta blocked her and made her pay.  It was a thrashing.  Lindsey could not mount an offense and Britta was really destroying her.  After several moments of sheer one-sided destruction.  Britta stepped back.  Lindsey dropped her guard and looked at Greg.  He had never seen the look on her face.  She was battered, swollen and looked a little scared for the first time.  She swung feebly at Britta and then stumbled into the German, who caught her.  She slammed several blows into Lindsey's gut and rocked the redhead's body.  She reached down and grabbed Lindsey's labia and twisted.  Lindsey whimpered and stood on her tip toes, trying to relieve the pain and gripping Britta's hands to try to pry them free, to no avail. 

She almost fell to the floor, but used Britta's shoulders to hold herself up.  Greg almost jumped in to break it up.  Lindsey was clearly outmatched.  Britta shoved Lindsey off of her, causing the redhead to stumble back into the wall.  Greg noticed something surprising though. Despite dominating the fight, Britta was breathing pretty hard.  Lindsey must have noticed it too.  Britta stepped forward to kick her, and Lindsey dodged her.  Britta maneuvered to chase after her and Lindsey dodged her again.  Britta launched forward and Lindsey side-stepped and pushed her forward, causing the German to launch forward.

Britta stumbled and turned.  She leapt at Lindsey and Lindsey kicked her in the stomch.  Finally, got some offense, thought the redhead.  The blow did more damage than she had expected and Britta looked winded. 

Britta charged at Lindsey and the two grappled.  The German overpowered her and threw her to the ground.  Lindsey tumbled and rolled away.  Britta chased after her, grabbing her ankle.  Lindsey thrashed and kicked at Britta, doing little damage but making her work.  Britta pulled her in and got down and the two women wrestled on the floor.  Britta's massive fake tits crushed Lindsey's and Britta shoved her fingers inside of Lindsey's pussy.  Lindsey moaned with either pain or pleasure, Greg couldn't tell, but Britta began to work her over.  Somehow, the German manuevered her body in such a way that her tit came into range of Lindsey's mouth and Lindsey bit down.  Britta screamed--the pain was real, and she pulled back and rolled away, more winded than she should have been.  Lindsey jumped on her and despite being battered, clawed and attacked Britta's face and tits.  The German fought her off after suffering some minor damage and the two women got to their feet.  Britta pummeled Lindsey until Lindsey's knees almost buckled.  She was almost out on her feet.

But it was Britta who stumbled and leaned against the wall.  Lindsey steeled herself and attacked.  She grabbed Britta's hair and slammed her head into the wall several times.  She yanked her back off of her feet and dragged her down.  Greg noticed that Lindsey had liquid running down the inside of her thighs.  Lindsey stomped on Britta's chest.  The German was totally gassed.  She couldn't fight back.  Lindsey stomped her head and then knelt down and grabbed her pussy and mauled her crotch.  She twisted one of her tit until she almost tore it from the German's body.  Britta surrendered. 

Lindsey rolled onto her back, gasping.  "Thank god you smoke..." she mumbled.  "thank god you smoke..."

She rolled over on top of Britta and started to kiss her.  Britta kissed her back.  They ground their sweaty bodies against one another as Greg pleasured himself. Lindsey gasped as she broke a kiss with Britta, "You can have me for tonight, you earned it even though I won..." she and Britta got up and she looked at Greg, "Come with us..." she said...and for the first time in their relationship, Greg fucked Lindsey's brains out.

But alas, while she had climaxed during the fight, she did not orgasm during the sex.  Not quite the goal yet...

Brita left the following night.

to be continued. 

[Janine_G]