ABW Three Friends: Chapter 06

Chapter 6

The basement was cold and a little damp from the ongoing rainstorm. The girls struggled a moment to figure out the proper stage for their bouts. Concrete would cause serious injury. The old wool rug Emma’s father had rolled up, but never had the chance to throw away, would likely cause rug burns. Finally, they remembered Ashley’s gymnastics years.

Ashley and Jenni carried the last stack of folded gym mats down the stairs. Emma 

“So, what did you two do up there the whole time?” Milena asked.

Emma’s eyes roamed around her opponent’s body, covered only by a navy blue half shirt, displaying her muscle-toned abdomen; contoured, but not too over-the-top. A pink feminine version of the traditional white cotton underwear worn by men—also known as ‘tighty whities’. On her, covering all but the lower portion of her round bottom, the apparel looked enticing.

Each of the girls wore only two pieces of clothing, as allowed by their rules. And two other pieces for the second round of the mini tournament if their clothing were torn in the first round.

“Em, I hope you don’t mind, but I invited Sophie to handle the camera.”

“Of course. Thanks Sophie,” Emma said with a hug. Sophie had always been Emma’s favorite out of Milena’s three foster sisters. She began to wonder if she could trade Ashley for Sophie. No, Catherine wouldn’t go for it.

“So, what’s the goal again?” Ashley asked as she stood across from Emma.

“Forcing your opponent to submit,” Emma stated proudly. “Tearing clothes off, slapping, even fucking your opponent. Keep in mind, everything is being recorded and will be posted online.”

“So, I get to humiliate you for the whole world to see?” Ashley grinned mischievously.

Emma said nothing, but allowed one finger to speak volumes for her mood. This girl had been nothing but rotten to her for months. It was finally coming to a head. Only one of them would come out of this a winner.

“Holds can be used,” Milena decided. “Chokeholds. Whatever you can do to force the other person to give up. Emma mentioned slapping, you can slap your opponent into submission.”

“Right,” Jenni agreed. “No punching, biting, kicking, gouging, or hair-pulling. We’re not trying to put each other in the hospital.”

“I seriously don’t care,” Ashley said, “I’ll gladly put this bitch the hospital.”

“Fuck you.”

“Say that again, bitch,” Ashley stood face-to-face with Emma as they had upstairs before their little brawl broke out.

“No, we don’t want anyone going to the hospital,” Jenni re-stated. “Believe it or not, Ashley, but we care about both of you. Call me what you want, a bitch, a slut, a whore, whatever. I enjoy sex, big deal. So do you. If you can beat Emma, and I can beat Milena, I’ll gladly show you what I can do. Then, you’ll be the slut. I’ll make you my slut. You’ll be craving my pussy—”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Ashley said.

“Ash, let’s just start this.”

***

Emma stood on the carpet face-to-face with her sister. They stared into each other’s eyes, both waiting for the other to make the first move. Emma shot forward and jumped back in an attempt to force Ashley into making a bad move. Instead, the elder step-sister held her ground.

“Maybe you girls should start on your knees,” Milena suggested.

As suggested, Emma dropped to her knees. A sudden tackle caught her off guard. She had no time to gripe about the cheap shot. Ashley sat on top with the advantage.

“This is for that fucking slap upstairs,” Ashley taunted before her hand found Emma’s face.

“Hey, no hair-pulling,” Milena complained when Ashley grabbed Emma’s hair.

“That’s such a bullshit rule.”

“Fine,” Milena sighed, “hair-pulling is in. But, still nothing too violent like punching or kicking.”

The distracting conversation was all Emma needed. She used her legs to elevate her hips and topple Ashley. With Emma up on her knees again, it seemed she gained the advantage, except Ashley hadn’t let go of her hair. What followed became a mix of rolling bodies when Ashley tackled Emma to the mat once more.

“Fuck!” Emma yelled in frustration.

A hand found its way under her black spandex shorts. Despite her attempts to force Ashley off, her step-sister used Emma’s hair like the reins of a horse and she continued riding her.

“Do you think the audience would like to see you cum?”

“Get off,” Emma tried to buck her hips again, but this time it only allowed Ashley’s hand to move in further.

“You first,” Ashley taunted.

She struggled to wriggle out from under Ashley, whose deceiving strength proved to be more of a hassle than Emma anticipated. Sweat started to form at her hairline. As much as she hated to admit it, being fondled by Ashley was a major turn-on.

“Come on Em,” Milena cheered. “Do something.”

“No fucking cheering for your friend,” Ashley griped. “You’re supposed to be impartial, Ref.”

Both girls were expending large amounts of energy as their bodies fought each other. Emma tried pushing Ashley off. Ashley continued holding Emma down. Despite the lack of physical action, the two forces wore on each other in a physical grind.

“How about we show the world your soaking cunt?” Ashley taunted. She pulled her arousal-covered hand out of Emma’s shorts and started pulling them down her legs. The camera caught a clear view of Emma’s pink lips. Despite the embarrassment, this was the opportunity she needed.

At last, Ashley shifted her weight to focus on pulling Emma’s shorts all the way down, which gave the blonde on the bottom a chance to escape. Executing the plan she’d developed over the past couple of minutes, Emma moved her arm out from under Ashley and reached up to the back of her panties. Sophie, seeing a new action, moved around to see Ashley’s bare ass peek out. Before she could react, the panties found their way down to the middle of her thighs.

Emma wasn’t done, yet. She felt around until her hand landed between her opponent’s ass cheeks. 

“Whoa…fuck!” Ashley exclaimed when a single digit found its way into her puckered hole. “Get…your finger…”

“Everyone will watch me anally finger-fuck you,” Emma grinned from the bottom.

The camera zoomed in to watch Emma’s finger, which she pre-soaked in her mouth, entered and exited her step-sister’s dusky hole.

“You f-fucking…” Ashley’s words failed her.

“Give up?” Emma asked.

Those words incentivized Ashley. She gave up top control and rolled away from Emma.

“Nope, lose the underwear, both of you,” Milena said. “You can’t put clothes back on once they’ve reached a certain point.”

“Seriously?” Ashley complained. “Are you just making this shit up?”

“No, it’s the rules. Otherwise anyone that gets stripped would keep puting their clothes back on.”

Ashley pulled her panties back down and tossed them aside. “This is bullshit.”

Emma followed suit, throwing her shorts on top of Ashley’s panties.

Once again the pair stood toe-to-toe with each other. This time, they weren’t afraid of making the first move. Both girls grappled with each other, pulling hair, pushing forward, doing anything they could to force the other on the mat; all while the camera scanned their half-naked bodies. Emma gained the advantage this time.

She slipped one leg behind Ashley’s and tripped her onto her back. The gym mat wasn’t protection enough from the hard concrete when both girls fell hard. Ashley, having suffered most of the impact, took a moment to suck air and regain her breath.

In a fight, there was no time to gather yourself. Emma used it as her chance to mount Ashley and begin her own assault. Milena moved around the combatants and checked to see if Ashley was prepared to submit. She wasn’t giving up. Instead, she grabbed the black sports bra pulled it up over her breasts.

“Shit,” Emma said. Rather than allow herself to lose, Emma turned her body until she sat on Ashley’s stomach. “You fucking bitch. You want to play dirty?”

“It’s not dirty if it’s in the rules,” Ashley laughed.

Emma lifted her sports bra off and added it to the growing pile of clothes. She stayed straight up on Ashley, despite her constant bucking. Emma grabbed Ashley by her hair with one hand and slapped her hard across the face with the other. Milena dropped to her knees to get closer to the action. A second slap met its target. A third hard slap echoed through the basement. A fourth slap, until blood vessels burst. Ashley was near tears as she failed to defend herself from the brutal assault.

“Give up?” Milena asked.

Ashley shook her head. A stream of tears burned down her beaten cheek. Emma began feeling a little guilty after releasing so much anger and damaging such a beautiful face.

Emma decided to change tactics. She reached down between her legs and pulled Ashley’s shirt up. When her sister tried bucking her off, Emma slapped her bare breasts. It was clear that if Emma had to be naked on camera, she wanted Ashley naked, too.

“I can see why you used to pad your bra,” Emma taunted. “You have the smallest breasts I’ve ever seen.”

Those words seemed to cause as much damage as the slaps. She tried to covered her breasts with an arm she wrestled free. Tears formed under her eyelids. That insult cut deep.

“Give up,” Emma told her when she realized Ashley was crying.

“No!” Ashley yelled in desperation and spit on Emma.

“You little bitch,” Emma wiped the spit from her face with her shoulder. “I’ll let the whole fucking world see you naked then.”

The finger that once inhabited Ashley’s ass hole, was shoved into her mouth. Emma made sure to hold onto her step-sister’s lower jaw, because she wouldn’t put it past the girl to bite her finger off. Ashley shook her head rigorously, causing Emma to withdraw her finger.

“Stop!” Ashley yelled. “I give up. Okay?”

Milena, playing the role of referee, stepped in and helped both girls stand. Emma smiled victoriously, while Ashley held her face.

“Hold on,” Milena said. “If you’ve ever watched professional combat sports, we want one of you on my left and the other on my right. I’ll announce the winner and hold your hand up.”

Ashley grumbled, suddenly regretting her forfeiture. Emma, on the other hand, was very happy about how things went. It was fun, exciting, a little titillating—though she loathed to admit it—and most of all no one was seriously hurt. Lillian had the camera and in time, after developing their website, everyone over the age of eighteen could enjoy their wrestling bouts.

“And the winner, Emma…” Milena looked over at her friend, while holding her arm in the air. They both realized the problem—using real names. “Emma Phoenix.”

“What?” Emma whispered. Emma Phoenix? Where did that name come from? No matter, it felt good to overcome her evil step-sister. This was clearly the beginning of something all too new for the group.

Suddenly, Ashley bolted up the stairs, sobbing loudly.

“Em, how about you go check on her,” Milena suggested. “Sophie will record me and Jenni.”

She looked up at the stairs. Despite the horrible past few moths they’ve had, Emma and Ashley did have some fun times in the past. For years, they were like sisters; real sisters. Ashley was there for Emma after her father died, too. She might’ve been the most supportive person  in Emma’s life, because unlike Milena and Jenni, Ashley was always there. But this year, that all changed. Maybe this would be their turning point.

Emma reached the first step, eyed the three girls, and continued on out of the basement.