Wendy vs Ursula/Sarah vs Bernadette

"Well, it looks like she's overcome her phobia," the little blonde smiled.

"Phobia? What phobia?" asked Saskia, a quizzical smile on her face.

"I'll tell you later."

A few moments later, Ursula had recovered sufficiently to continue; kneeling down in the centre of the mat, she glared at Wendy. Smiling back, the big girl made her way over and joined her.

"Feeling better?" she giggled, giving the nun a playful wink.

"You won't be laughing in a minute," Ursula sneered, feeling the rage building in the pit of her stomach.

"Ready?" asked Mary, "Go!"

Once again Ursula leapt at her opponent, but this time with more success, knocking a stunned Wendy on to her back.

"Oh fuck!"

"Weren't expecting me to try that again, were you?" the nun purred, quickly straddling the big redhead, trapping her arms beneath her powerful legs and sinking her fingernails into her soft, ample boobs.

"AAAAGGHH... AAAOOOWW!" Wendy screamed, bucking and kicking her legs in all directions as she tried in vain to push her tormentor off. Seeing her chance for some payback, Ursula grabbed the stiff nipples.

"Let's see how you fuckin' like it, chubby," she hissed, giving them a sharp twist.

"AAAAGHH NO NO NOOO... STOP PLEEASE!"

"Told you wouldn't be laughing," the nun smirked, releasing her grip, quickly rolling the big girl on to her front, turning round and straddling her once more.

"Hmmm, what a big fat arse you've got," she teased, running her palm over Wendy's voluptuous posterior; suddenly she grabbed the thong, yanked it hard and began raining down hard slaps on the two mounds of soft flesh.

"AAAAOOOOWW FFFUUUCK... BITCH!" Wendy screamed through gritted teeth; realising she was trapped; she thumped her fists into the mat in frustration.

"Mmmm, a nice big target," she smiled, gleefully continuing her assault. Looking round the room, Sarah could clearly see the audience was enjoying the spectacle; none more so than Imelda, sitting there with a very satisfied look on her face as she gently cradled a large glass of brandy in her left hand. Turning back to the mat, she could see that her lover's backside was now bright red due to Ursula's relentless thrashing; mercifully, Mary finally stepped in.

"Enough, break!"

Stopping her assault and smiling across at the table, Ursula stood up, taking Wendy's thong with her as she went and flinging it towards the audience.

"Ohh God," the big girl sobbed, getting up to her knees and smoothing her hands over her burning ass cheeks. After giving her a few moments to recover, Mary called them both to the centre of the mat once more.

"Ready?... Go!"

Ursula instantly pounced and shoved her weakened opponent on to her back, pushing her legs apart and resuming her assault; slapping and rubbing the soft lips of her pussy.

"Oh ffuuck... no... no!" Wendy gasped, trying to close her legs, the sensation of the slaps making her clit throb unbearably.

"Ohhhh yes, you're mine now bitch," the nun purred; slipping between the big girl's thighs, she began to grind their pussies together, gradually building the rhythm as more gasps came from the audience.

"Aaaaaahhh... aaahhhh... oh God no... nooo!"

"Yes... YES... COME ON BITCH... FIGHT ME!" Ursula yelled, thrusting harder.

"Come on baby, push back," pleaded Sarah, anxiously looking on as her lover was pushed ever closer to the edge.

"AAAAHHHHH FFUUCK FUCK... NO!" Wendy screamed as she felt her strength ebbing away with each thrust Ursula was slamming into her.

"Tell me you like it!"

"AAAAAHHHH NNNAAAOOO!"

"TELL ME YOU LIKE IT BITCH!" Ursula sneered, grinding down hard on her rapidly fading opponent; with her resistance finally broken, Wendy could hold on no longer.

"AAAAHHH OH GOD YES I LIKE IT... I LIKE IT AAAAYYYEEAAH!"

Keeping a firm grip of Wendy's thigh, Ursula smiled down as the big redhead groaned and writhed beneath her, the shattering climax tearing through her and sapping what remained of her strength. When she finally fell back exhausted, the nun grabbed her plaits, pulled her back up and planted a kiss on her sweat drenched forehead.

"Stay down, there's a good girl," she whispered, dropping her back to the mat.

"Oh God," the big redhead groaned, barely able to keep her eyes open.

"Break!"

Getting up, Ursula stood in the corner and waited.

"Are you able to continue?" asked Mary, giving Wendy a gentle shove.

Opening her eyes, Wendy looked over at the table to find Sarah smiling at her; taking a deep breath, she slowly got back up to her knees.

"Yes, just give me a couple of minutes please."

A few moments later, Ursula watched in disbelief as Wendy knelt down in the centre of the mat and beckoned her over.

"You dumb bitch!" she scowled, kneeling down opposite the big redhead, "I will finish you this time, chubby!"

Not reacting to the taunts, Wendy waited for Mary.

"Ready?... Go!"

Yet again, Ursula lunged at her opponent, but Wendy moved to one side, sending the nun sprawling on to the mat. Before she could get back up, Wendy jumped on her back and held her down.

"And you're calling me dumb," the big girl teased, wrapping her arm round Ursula's neck, "you didn't really think I was going let you jump on me again did you?"

"Uuuuuhh... ffuck," Ursula groaned, feeling Wendy's arm grip tighter round her neck.

"So I've got a fat arse have I?" asked Wendy, squeezing harder.

"Uuuuuuhh..nnoo..no."

"No what?"

"No... pleease," the nun gasped, shaking her head as she struggled to breathe; reaching out, she tapped the mat.

"Break!" Mary barked.

Reluctantly, Wendy released her opponent; feeling a little light headed, Ursula got back up to her knees and rubbed her eyes.

"Are you alright Sister?" asked Mary.

"Yes I'm fine," she replied, glaring at Wendy, "bitch!"

Both girls returned to the centre of the mat and knelt down.

"Ready?..Go!"

Taking advantage of her opponent's groggy state, Wendy pounced on Ursula; dragging her round to face the table, she then pulled her up to her knees and wrapped her arm round her neck once more.

"Right, where were we?" the big girl teased.

"Uuuuhhh... ohhhhh God," the nun moaned, limply clawing at Wendy's arm.

"Oh yeah, that's right, you were going to apologise for saying I'd got a fat arse, weren't you?" Wendy purred, tightening her grip.

"Uuuuhhhh... oh fffuuck."

"Weren't you?"

"Uuuuhhh... yes yes... yes," Ursula gasped, nodding.

"Good, go on then," the big girl smiled, slightly loosening her grip.

"Uuhh... sorry..I'm sorry."

"Good girl."

Still keeping a firm hold on her, Wendy moved her free hand down between Ursula's legs and gently ran her fingers over the soft moist lips.

"Aaaaahhh... oh God..no..no!"

"Shhh relax," whispered Wendy, kissing and nuzzling the back of Ursula's neck as she gently massaged her stiffening clit.

"Ahhh oh my G... ahhhhh aaaaahhhh!"

"Thaat's it, come on."

"No... nnoooo!" Ursula wailed, closing her eyes and shaking her head as tried in vain to fend off the inevitable.

"Come on Ursula, I know you're close," Wendy teased, pushing her fingers deeper into Ursula's drenched snatch.

"AAAAAAHHHH... NO NAAAOOO... OH FFFUUUCK!"

"Come bitch!"

"AAAAHHH... OHHH GOD I'M COM... AAAYYYEEAHH!"

Smiling across at Sarah, Wendy maintained her grip on her opponent as she threw her head back and screamed; the intense climax racking her body. The audience watched on in almost stunned silence as the nun groaned and mewled. When she finally settled, Wendy gave her a gentle shove, a stifled groan escaping her lips as she flopped forward on to the mat; catching her Mother Superior's stern gaze, she shook her head before closing her eyes.

"Winner Miss Taylor," said Mary, pointing to the big redhead.

"Yes!" she yelled, raising her arms in victory as she stood triumphantly over her motionless opponent.

"Oh dear," Patricia whispered, turning to Imelda, "good job you didn't have any money on this one, isn't it?"

"Don't gloat your Ladyship, it doesn't become you," the old nun sneered as she took another sip of her brandy.

Slipping her robe back on, Wendy returned to her seat next to Sarah as Ursula was helped off the mat by one of the nuns from the audience.

"Well done baby," the little blonde chirped, giving her lover a peck on the cheek.

"That'll fuckin' teach her to say I've got a fat arse; cheeky bitch," the big girl muttered under her breath.

"Aww, you haven't got a fat arse, baby," said Sarah, giving her a hug, "It's erm... curvy."

"Exactly, that's it... curvy," Wendy smiled, nodding her head in agreement and folding her arms.

"I hate to interrupt, but I think you're opponent has arrived Sarah," said Saskia, nodding towards the mat.

Looking over at the centre of the mat, Sarah's insides felt like they had turned to water.

"Oh my God!" she gasped.

There standing next to Sister Mary was a large woman with jet black hair cut into a bob. Dressed in a long black gown the same as Ursula, she stared menacingly at the little blonde.

"Allow me to introduce Sister Bernadette," Imelda smiled wickedly as she topped up her glass, "still feeling confident, your Ladyship?"

"I'm sure Sarah will do her very best; won't you dear?" replied Patricia, smiling at her little fighter.

"Erm... yes Ma'am," she said quietly, taking a deep breath and looking across at her opponent.

"Good, off you go then."

"Good luck babe," said Wendy anxiously, hugging her lover.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine baby," she smiled, winking discreetly.

Getting up from her seat, she made her way over to the centre of the mat and stood opposite Bernadette. Both fighters then slipped out of their robes and spent the next couple minutes studying each other as Sister Mary went through the rules. Physically, Bernadette reminded Sarah of Belle, about a size 18 or 20; only younger, around early thirties perhaps. Her facial features were quite soft, but her pale skin, cold blue eyes and bob style haircut gave her quite a sinister appearance. Like Ursula, she wore just a pair of plain white knickers. Despite her size, Sarah was sure she could beat the voluptuous nun; after all, she taken on opponents bigger than her before and won so there seemed no reason to think she couldn't defeat this one.

Smiling confidently, Bernadette studied the girl in front of her; surely this little thing couldn't last more than a couple of minutes against her. She had a strange, quirky look about her with her short boyish blonde hair with the fringe over the left of her pretty bright blue eyes which were framed by a pair of rather old fashioned glasses. Her body was petite and trim, with a pert bum and firm little breasts, the nipples already stiff, either from the cool air or from excitement. Smiling at the red bikini bottoms with tie sides, the nun then licked her lips, 'looks like I've got myself a little dolly to play with,' she thought to herself as Mary ordered them both to kneel down.

"Hello there; you're a sweet little thing aren't you?" she smirked, winking at the little blonde.

Ignoring her opponent, Sarah waited.

"Ready?... Go!"

"Come on little girl, show me," purred Bernadette, beckoning to her diminutive opponent.

Unable to hold back her anger, she lunged at her tormentor... and almost instantly regretted it.

"Aaaaaggh... ohhhh fffuck!" she groaned as Bernadette caught her in a bear hug, her powerful arms squeezing the breath out of her.

"Aww, did you want a cuddle?" she teased, laughing as she squeezed harder.

"Aaaaaghh... fuckin' bitch... no!" Sarah gasped, shaking her head as the pain racked her spine.

"Oh dear, don't you like that?" the nun whispered, "never mind, have a lie down."

With that, the released her grip and shoved the little blonde hard on to her back.

"Ow... oh fuck."

Too weak to stop her, Sarah gave a despairing groan as Bernadette tore the bikini bottoms off her and tossed them to one side.

"Ohhh, isn't that pretty," she purred, running her fingers over the wisp of blonde hair and down towards the soft moist folds.

"Aaah... oh no... no!" Sarah gasped as she tried wriggle away.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bernadette giggled, grabbing her by the leg and dragging her back. Trapping the young girl under her knee, she resumed her assault on her pussy, rubbing the rapidly stiffening clit.

"Aaaaaahh..oh my G... ohhhhh!"

"Is that nice Sarah?" the nun whispered, slipping two fingers inside her trapped opponent.

"Aaaaahhh... yes yes... oh God yes..YEEESS!"

"That's it Sarah, come on, sing for me."

With her resistance completely broken, Sarah thrust herself against the nun's expertly probing fingers; seconds later, she screamed as a shattering climax coursed through her, the waves of ecstasy making her head swim.

"AAAAHHHH... YES YES... YYYEEEAAAHH!"

"Break!" said Mary, tapping Bernadette on the shoulder.

Releasing her whimpering opponent, the nun went to the corner and stood with her arms folded; a relaxed smile on her face as she tapped her foot on the mat impatiently waiting for Sarah to recover.

"Smug bitch," Wendy muttered under her breath.

"I don't think your little blonde's going to last much longer," said Imelda, turning to Patricia and smiling.

"Don't write her off just yet Mother Superior, she's beaten girls as big as your Bernadette before now," she replied confidently.

Slowly getting back up, Sarah took off her glasses and wiped her brow before replacing them and kneeling back down in the centre of the mat. If she was going to beat Bernadette, she knew she would have to come up with some way to weaken her... and quickly.

"Ready for some more?" the big woman smiled, gently tapping the mat in front of her.

"Ready?... Go!"

Bernadette lunged at the little blonde, but she rolled out of the way, sending the voluptuous nun sprawling forward. Instantly Sarah jumped on her back, pushing her down to the mat; she then straddled her and placed her thighs either side of her neck.

"Aaaahhh fffuck... you little... aaoooww!"

"Comfy?" Sarah giggled, holding down her opponent's head and squeezing.

"Nnoowwufff... aaaahhh... bitch!" the nun growled, trying to push up and throw young girl off.

"Come on Bernie," she teased as Bernadette tried over and over to break the vice like grip round her neck. Gradually her attempts became weaker; before Mary got the chance to order her to break the hold, Sarah released her opponent, rolling her onto her back.

"Uuuuuhhh... oh ffuck."

Grabbing Bernadette's knickers, she yanked them down to her ankles, revealing her completely shaved pussy with its soft chubby lips. With a wicked smile on her face, Sarah vigorously slapped the soft flesh, making the nun cry out.

"Aaaaaahhh aaahhh... nnnoo... no!"

"Wakey wakey bitch," chirped the little blonde, reaching over and twisting her opponent's right nipple.

"AAAOOOWW FUCK... YOU LITTLE BI... AAAAAHH!"

Still trying to recover and with her eyes barely open, Bernadette pawed weakly at her little assailant as her clit began to stiffen and throb with each slap that landed between her legs. Suddenly she felt the knickers being taken off over her feet and her legs being pushed apart.

"Oh God no... no pleease no!" the nun wailed, too weak to get away.

"Ohhh yes," Sarah purred, slipping between the nun's chunky thighs and lifting her left leg; pushing away Bernadette's feeble attempts to stop her, she began to grind down on her rock hard clit.

"Aaaaaahhh..ohhh ffuck yeeeeaahhh!"

"You like that Bernie?"

"Yeahh... ohhh yyyeeaahh please!" the nun groaned, the sweat pouring from her brow; now too weak to resist, she lay there, completely at the mercy of her vicious little opponent.

"Come on, come on Bernie!" hissed Sarah, tightening her grip on Bernadette's thigh and thrusting down harder.

"AAAAAHHHH... YES YES... YEEEEAAAHH OHH FFUCK!"

"Come for me!"

Slamming her hands into the mat, Bernadette screamed in ecstasy as the little blonde pushed her over the edge, the waves of euphoria breaking over her and coursing through every nerve in her body.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH YYYEEEEEAAAHH OHH GOD!"

"Alright, break," said Mary coldly, tapping Sarah on the shoulder.

Puffing out her cheeks, Sarah let go of her opponent's leg and stood up; pacing over to the corner, she looked over at Wendy and smiled; the big girl mouthing back 'I love you babe.' Looking further along the table, her gaze settled on a very anxious looking Imelda.

"I told you, didn't I?" said Patricia.

"Huh, I'd like to see her do it twice," replied the old nun dismissively.

"Hmm, wait a few minutes and you probably will."

A few moments later, a rather unsteady Bernadette slowly made her way back to the centre of the mat and sank down to her knees; even though she still hadn't fully recovered she knew she had to beat Sarah, if she didn't, she'd never live it down.

"Did you enjoy that?" smiled Sarah as she knelt down.

"Fuck you bitch!" the nun scowled, glaring at the little blonde.

"Oh dear, that's not very Christian," she giggled.

"Ready?... Go!"

Sarah pounced on her tired opponent, trying to push her on to her back; mustering all her remaining strength, Bernadette tried to resist but eventually the young girl wore her down and she fell back exhausted. Seeing her chance to finish her off, Sarah moved in for the kill.

"Uuuuhh aaaahh please... I can't," the nun groaned, feeling the fingers slide over her pussy.

"Shhh."

Applying just a little pressure with her left arm to keep the big woman still, Sarah gently began to work her right fingers into her drenched snatch, starting with just two.

"That nice?" she asked softly.

"Mmmmnn... yeah,"

As Bernadette relaxed, she slipped in a third... then a fourth.

"Aaaaaahhh... oh God... yyyeahh!"

Finally tucking in her thumb, she slowly pushed in her entire fist.

"AAAAAHHHH... OHHHH FFFUUUCK YYEEAHH... FUCK ME!"

"You like that Bernie?"

"YES YES... OHHH FUCK ME SARAH... FUCK MEEEE!"

Gradually building the rhythm, Sarah worked her fist deeper into her opponent; her cries and pleas getting louder as she neared the climax she desperately craved. With a face like thunder, Imelda nodded at Mary.

"Break, now!" she snapped.

"NO NO PLEASE DON'T STOP PLEEEASE... FUCK ME SARAH!" the nun begged, writhing in ecstasy as the sweat poured from her body; suddenly her eyes sprang wide open and gave out a guttural roar as an intense orgasm tore through her. As Sarah removed her fist, a torrent of cum splashed on to the mat, extracting more gasps from the audience. With one final submissive groan, Bernadette fell back on to the mat.

"No... no more," she pleaded, her voice barely audible.

"Winner Miss Lawton," Mary announced to the stunned audience.

"You owe me one thousand pounds Mother Superior," Patricia whispered.

"I'll just go and get it for you," the old nun scowled, slamming her glass down.

"Oh dear, looks like she's a bit of a sore loser," smiled Saskia.

Slipping her robe back on, Sarah made her way back over to the table.

"Oh my God babe, that was unbelievable," said Wendy, hugging her lover.

"Hmm, it was erm... different," the little blonde smiled.

"Different? You just fist fucked... a nun!" the big girl shrieked, wide eyed.

"Come on then Patricia, where's our money?" asked Sarah.

"It's just coming," she replied, smiling at the two girls. A few minutes later Imelda returned with thick bundle of notes.

"Here; don't bring those two back here again," she grumped, handing over the money.

"There you go girls, don't spend it all at once," said Patricia, handing them each a bundle.

"Bloody hell! Four hundred quid!" Wendy whooped.

"Thank you," said Sarah quietly, discreetly putting hers in her robe pocket.

"Well, you both earned it, well done."