By Kitty Yong

(Note, although this story follows on from the events of "The Secret
World of Madam Poh", it can be read standalone. Please enjoy.)

I WOKE UP in semi-darkness, surrounded by a musty smell. It took me a
while to figure out where I was, as the memories of last night's
events flooded back. I'd been watching the prize apartment fight
between Madam Poh and Madam Bei when I blacked out, after Poh had
submitted.

Now I realised where I was, back in her tacky ugly and disheveled
apartment in one of Singapore's high-rise public apartments. One by
one, thoughts came back to me, as awareness slowly dawned. I was
still in my clothes but my wallet, camera and notebook were gone.

Immediately, I knew I was in trouble. It had cost me most of Der
Sturmer's budget to get me inside the private apartment wrestling
circuit in squeaky clean Singapore, to file a story, but Dieter, the
editor needed pictures, without which I would lose the story and the
commission. I could write the story of what I had encountered from
memory but without pictures...

I slumped in the couch for a while, wondering what and who, more
importantly, had brought me here. A noise came from the kitchen. I
staggered over upturned furniture, strewn clothing and lingerie of
the friliiest and ugliest kind, and pornographic magazines and video
tapes across a dusty floor to enter an equally run down and unkempt
kitchen.

In it, an attractive woman in her late 30s stood with her back to me,
as she busied herself buttering toast, pouring cups of coffee and
watching a pot of boiled eggs. She had shoulder length, black hair,
and creamy skin, with a slender neck, and a slim, attractive figure.
She wore a white cotton shift that showed off her white g-string
panties underneath, and the hem was short enough to reveal a pair of
very attractive legs.

As required inside all Chinese households, her feet were bare, and
she had her left leg cocked, her shapely sole resting and balanced
against her equally toned right calf, a sight that I must say brought
me back to full wakeness.

At the sound of my entry, she turned, regarded me with a pair of
hard, but attractive brown eyes, and a ghost of a smile under a flat
but not unpleasant nose. She bowed a little, and nodded for me to
take a seat at the newspaper covered table in the middle of the
kitchen.

I wondered if she could speak English, and answer my questions. She
served me thick, strong pungent coffee and some toast. As she leaned
near me, I regarded her not unattractive waist, ass and fairly
sizeable breasts, hinting at a certain mischief in her that was yet
to be discovered.

If I wanted to know who she was, she was not about to tell me, as she
bustled out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Minutes later, she
reappeared, holding up a bent and broken Madam Poh, who was clad only
in a white terry cloth robe. She was visibly hobbled from the fight
yesterday, her bare feet swollen and bruised, but the rest of her was
as much a mess. She could not look up from the stoop she was forced
into to relieve the pressure on her strained back muscles, and her
hair hung like rags matting her forehead. One of her eyelids was an
ugly swollen purple, and her mouth was cracked and a little bloody.
Madam Bei, her local rival in the prize fight circuit of which I'd
seen last night, had truly punished her during their bout.

I helped the younger woman seat Poh at the table as best I could. Poh
had nothing on under the robe, which barely clung to her shoulders
and I was afforded a view of her large breasts, and pussy crowned
with a thick black bush. She groaned as she eased herself into the
seat, and sipped noisily at some coffee.

For a few uncomfortable moments I sat there, a guest in this
stranger's house, unable to say anything. The two women mumbled in
Chinese, before the younger woman spoke for the first time, in
accented but good English.

"Poh Lee says she hopes that you are not uncomfortable and that you
have everything that you need."

"Tell her I am sorry about what happened to her last night. And that
I am sorry to have inconvenienced her by what happened to me."

"It's OK. I got a friend to drive Poh Lee, and carry you to his car.
He helped me bring you upstairs last night to this flat. We did not
know what else to do. We have no idea where you stay."

I remembered the lost wallet, and camera. I figured they must have
been nicked while I was out.

Poh Lee mumbled something at me, and said, 'Very pretty! Very
pretty!" and pointed at the other woman who simply lowered her head.
Madam Poh slurped at some half boiled egg and with some of it
draining messily down the side of her mouth, she regarded me through
those swollen eyes, and laughed a hacking, coughing laugh.

"I sleep!" she bellowed, her voice and humour back after some rest,
but still needing more. "You and Janet..." and she smiled, revealing
a gold tooth, suggesting that I "enjoy" myself with her companion.
Janet, for I now knew her name, stood and hoisted Poh Lee up, and
staggered with her back up the stairs to her bedroom, as I continued
with my breakfast and struggled to take stock of what was happening.

Pictures, I'd forgotten to take pictures of the fight, which means
that I would have to get an invite to another one of these matches.
I'd have to track down Cheng again, although hope faded in me that I
should ever recover my wallet and camera.

I froze. From above came a low moaning sound. At first I thought that
it was Poh, crying in pain, but the sigh was more one of pleasure. My
curiosity got the best of me and I mounted the stairs to check on
what was happening.

The door at the top of the landing was ajar and against my better
judgment, i stepped in. Janet, clad only in the white g-string that I
had glimpsed under her dress downstairs was kneeling between Madam
Poh's plump thighs, her head busy, as she ate the older woman,
slurping noisily.

Through eyes lidded with pleasure, Poh saw me and moaned louder,
beckoning me to come forward. As if in unison, Janet reached
backwards, her mouth still slurping at Poh's pussy, to pull her
panties down offering a sopping wet gash to me.

Like a moth to the flame I stumbled forward, my pants down around my
ankles even as my rock hard erection plunged deep into the younger
woman's pussy from behind. Janet emitted a scream of pleasure, as I
entered this woman. Poh Lee shuddered with pleasure and grabbed Janet
by the head, plunging her into her gash, as I began to pump with
slow, then increasingly faster strokes, harder and harder, worried
that I would break her slender frame against the bed, as Janet
scrabbled with her hands, teasing and clawing at Poh Lee's tits even
as she sucked and slurped at the older woman's lips.
UNNNUUUUUURRRRHHHHH!, Poh's stentorian bellow of pleasure mixed with
the keen, and shriller EEEEERRRRHHHHHH of Janet each time I pumped my
shaft into her.

In the end, it was Poh Lee's orgasm that helped finish me off....
"AUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHH!!! she shrieked as she finally gave in to the
pressure building up inside of her, lifting her thighs to encircle
and bury Janet's head between them as she hooked her feet on either
of my sweat-drenched shoulders. As I thrust into Janet, my balls
slapping furiously against her flanks, I twisted my head, and began
to suck on the older woman's plump toes, before I began to explode,
ripping myself out of Janet, lifting her onto the bed beside the
spent Madam Poh, striding forward and onto the mattress, squatting
and unleashing bolts of hot, thick white cum over both these gorgeous
Chinese faces, their lips open expectantly.

We collapsed in a tangle of legs and slept a deep sleep. I awoke in
Janet's arms, as Poh snored beside her and began to talk.

They'd met at one of Madam Poh's fights. Janet then was a down and
out hawker's assistant whose husband had left her. Poh Lee had taken
care of her and given her a place to stay, as well as money, which
she supplemented working as a masseuse at one of the local flesh
shops. It was Poh who introduced her to the catfight circuit, and
Janet had racked up quite a few matches, and was able to support
herself.

As Poh aged, it became more difficult for her. Her own marital
difficulties made themselves manifest, and Janet helped her through
an abusive marriage and unpleasant divorce. Although they'd never
fought each other, they became one another's training partners, and
many a sweaty training session in private had ended in passionate
lovemaking between the two mature Chinese beauties.

Janet told me Cheng had been seen leaving the fight last night with
the winner Madam Bei Xin. It was likely that Cheng would not present
Poh Lee any more, and without a fixer, finding a match would be
difficult for someone Madam Poh's age. After 40, few fixers would
risk money or effort on a wrestler like Poh.

"So," I asked, staring at the ceiling, "The only chance Poh Lee has
of fighting again and earning money is if she wrestles Madam Bei...
again."

Janet raised her head, her tousled hair falling across her beautiful
broad forehead. 'What do you mean?"

I suddenly realised what I had to do. I needed back in to the
circuit. Two, I needed photos. Three, I didn't know why but I felt
that I owed these two women something. Janet for her kindness and
because I really liked her. And Poh because she'd taken in a strange
foreigner without knowing me, even after sustaining a terrible
beating.

Four: I would have to become Madam Poh's fixer and trainer, since
nobody else would do the job.

And five: I would have to arrange, with Janet's help, a rematch
between Madam Poh and Madam Bei.

It was a long shot. And it was going to be rough. Which is the only
way I liked it. Dieter would not be amused. Fuck him.

++++

The next day, while Madam Poh recuperated at her apartment, Janet and
I walked arm-in-arm into the Rising Phoenix Foot Reflexology Spa, a
garish establishment on the outskirts of Singapore city. There was
the usual gaggle of China-born "tourists" - women on a social visit
pass from cities like Dalian and Shanghai, but here to earn money
selling their bodies. Janet informed me that Madam Bei owned the
shop, and I figured if you are looking for a lion, where else do you
look but the lion's den?

While I was in a fresh change of clothes courtesy of Janet, the woman
herself looked absolutely sexy, her figure revealed in its maximum
glory in a skimpy midriff-baring tube top, and a pair of white hot
pants, no panties, she assured me with a grin, and a pair of chunky
platform soles that showed off her exquisite feet. In the time I'd
known her, I wondered what kind of fighter she was like. I didn't
know I was about to find out.

In the gloom of the parlour, Madam Bei was seated, clad in a lacy
black singlet and white three quarter pants, her bare feet propped up
on one of the massage chairs, surrounded by a gaggle of Chinese
women, her employees no doubt, all slurping on Chinese tea. I noticed
with some glee bruises here and there on her face, shoulders and
thighs, courtesy of Madam Poh. But she was nowhere near as damaged
from the bout as the woman she'd beaten two nights ago, and she had
the attitude to match.

She looked us up and down, then cracked a smile in recognition, as
she nodded at her workers to leave us in private. I'd learned enough
Chinese from Janet in bed to know roughly what she was saying.

"What are you doing with this white man? Ha, Janet? Want to work for
me, is it?"

Janet kept an even level tone. "This man has a proposal for you.
Please hear him out, Madam Bei."

As I spoke in English, Janet translated for me. "I propose a rematch,
between you and Madam Poh, to submission with no time limit. The
winner will receive $100,000, the loser will receive nothing. In
addition," I said, as I reached into a bag I was carrying, and pulled
out a gleaming black strap-on dildo, "The winner will victory fuck
the winner in front of the guests."

Bei Xin was a cool customer, I had to hand it to her. She leaned back
and twiddled a foot at me, a sign of great disrespect in Chinese
culture. "You want me to wrestle that bitch again? But I've already
beaten her. What's more, I've taken her man from her."

I glanced at Janet. And took off my clothes, until I stood, all six
foot of me, bare for Madam Bei's instructions, my cock hanging like a
pendant. Despite herself, I caught her eyes widen just a fraction at
the size of my member, unadorned and menacing. "And if you beat her,
you get me, as your personal slave."

Bei Xin's eyes narrowed, and she looked at Janet. "I get what this is
about... you LIKE this slut girlfriend of Poh Lee's, ha?" and laughed
a bellowing, ugly laugh. "I like the nerve of you two, coming in here
and daring to give me orders on behalf of that fucking loser bitch."
Her voice became venomous. "I beat her! I made her eat me, and then I
ate my man!"

Janet spoke up, "Poh Lee just wants a rematch, Madam Bei. She still
thinks she can beat you."

Bei Xin stood up, spit flying as she brought her wide eyed face in
Janet's, "BITCH! SHE THINKS SHE CAN BEAT ME? YOU CAN'T EVEN BEAT ONE
OF MY GIRLS, LET ALONE ME."

And Janet saved the day, by saying, coldly, "Let us see." As she
kicked off her platforms, and pulled off her blouse and shorts to
stand bare naked beside me, her chest heaving in anger. "I'll fight
one of your girls now. If I beat her, any one you pick, you fight
Madam Poh. After all, if as you say that you have beaten her, it
should be easy for you to beat her again."

Bei Xin was livid, and flushed red with anger. She stammered a reply
before screaming at the top of her voice, "BOBO! GUO LAI!" At her
command, a tall, bespectacled Chinese woman of about her mid-30s
entered the room, clad in a short black skirt and a matching black
bikini top, with thick soled black slippers. She glanced at Janet and
I in the nude, idly, through a pair of cruel eyes.

"BOBO! I WANT YOU TO TEACH THIS BITCH A LESSON!" her boss screamed at
her. In a flash, Bobo was in bare feet and her birthday suit on the
red carpet of the room, claws out, and crouched facing and circling
Janet, who responded in kind, as the other masseuses piled in and
began to cheer on their colleague. Money immediately began to change
hands between the women and they squealed instructions to Bobo.

My heart was in my mouth taking in the lanky, tanned girl who was
about to fight with Janet. Janet easily came up only to her
shoulders, and the other girl was toned and fit-looking, her finger
and toe nails painted a gleaming white. What worried me were the
rough-and-tough looking tattoos, gang symbols and taoist prayers
adorning her back, breasts, the cleft of her buttocks, over her pussy
and on both ankles. That Bei Xin had called this woman was a sign she
knew how to fight. I wondered if my gamble had failed before even the
first die was rolled.

It didn't help when Bobo strode in suddenly, grabbed a fistful of
Janet's hair and bent her forward as she slammed a knee into Janet's
exposed tummy, eliciting cries of cheers from the other girls
watching. Janet went down on one knee, dazed, as Bobo spun around
with a HAIIIIYAAAHHHH and caught her full on the side of the head
with a spin kick that sent Janet sprawling onto her ass. As her
aggressor tried to follow up with a stomp kick to her barebelly
however, Janet dodged and slammed a fist between those tanned thighs
of Bobo.

Now it was the taller girl's turn to drop to her knee, stunned that
the older woman could mount such a comeback. Bellowing a harsh scream
of rage that nearly drowned out the exhortations of Bobo's friends,
Janet strode quickly around her dazed opponent, reached forward
grabbing both of Bobo's hands and yanked backwards, pulling them back
in a criss cross manner from over and behind Bobo's head, so that
Bobo was literally choking herself with her own arms, while Janet
used her superb right foot for leverage while planting it in the
small of her opponent's back.

The confidence I'd seen in Bobo had evaporated and now the younger,
tattooed wrestler had a haunted look in her face, as the standing
choke hold bit and her back began to stretch as Janet pulled with a
stentorian scream.

After a few moments, Janet released the hold. Bobo slumped choking to
the mat, but quickly recovered to her feet as again they began to
circle. This time Bobo began to utter curses in Cantonese as they
squared off. This put her supporters in full voice again.

Again, the younger girl tried to strike first, lunging to grab at the
smaller woman's head, but Janet ducked under, and danced past so that
she ended up behind the bigger girl, her arms encircled around her
waist. With a HUUUURRRRR of effort, she hoisted Bobo, arms flailing
in to the air, as she used her fingers to yank at the soft folds of
flesh between Bobo's thighs, spreading, teasing and clawing them as
the bigger girl shrieked in pain. Grunting and squealing with the
effort, Janet staggered forward still carrying Bobo and sent her
pussy and ass crashing against the hard rosewood table where Madam
Bei had been seated when we entered. Flesh and wood met with a crunch
and a wail of anguish from Bobo as Janet let her opponent drop to the
floor with a crash.

"THIS IS ALL YOU'VE GOT? HA, MADAM BEI!!!????" Janet shrieked at her
as the blood lust filled her eyes. My woman then hoisted one end of
the table, her breasts flushed pink, glistening with sweat as she
dragged it to aim one leg over the prone Bobo's crotch.

Too dazed to move, Bobo was sobbing for mercy. "YOU WANT TO HURT ME ,
I'LL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER HURT ANY OTHER WOMAN AGAIN!!!!!!
SLLUUUUUUTTTT!!!!!" Janet shrieked as she released the table, the
weight of it driving the leg like a spike and impaling Bobo by the
pussy. Women shoved Janet, the winner aside, screaming in unison with
the beaten Bobo as they struggled to lift the table off of her.

I rushed to Janet's side and caught her as I felt her go limp in my
arms, exhausted from the battle. Ashen-faced, Madam Bei nodded. "This
time, I'll KILL Poh Lee." and spat a wad at Bobo, disgusted with her
woman for making her lose face.

Round One to Poh, Janet and I.

+++++++++++

The fight was set for two weeks from today, and Bei Xin insisted it
be held at the Rising Phoenix, for obvious reasons, business, pride,
home advantage and otherwise.

Now, that left us 14 days to get Madam Poh in fighting shape. Even
now, she was lighting up a cigarette as she stood, stark naked in
front of Janet and I. She was easily several kilos overweight, and
besides the smoking and drinking she did copiously, it was clear her
diet was too greasy. Exercise was a foreign idea too, even though
there was gym equipment, jump rope and many other useful training
equipment all over her apartment.

With two weeks there was not much that we could do, other than to
acclimatise Poh Lee to the sort of abuse she was likely to take
against Madam Bei. So I pretended I knew what I was doing and made a
programme up. There was a jogging track and a swimming pool near her
home, and I decided to take full advantage of these. An early morning
jog, followed by some laps and aquarobic and wrestling training in
the pool. This would be followed by some skip rope and weights before
lunch. The whole of the afternoon was devoted to wrestling and
fighting technique, with Janet as her training partner. There would
be a run in the evenings, followed by a steam bath and calisthenics
before bed.

Poh groaned at the punishing schedule and the first couple of days
were really rough. She could barely finish a kilometre without
sitting down, and had to be helped in the pool after barely her
second lap. We chose the wading pool for our water exercises, and
some weight and wrestling training. A number of housewives watched
curiously as the two bikini-clad women their age proceeded to hoist
and throw each other about in the pool as a giant foreign man watched.

One became so curious that she joined us in the water. After she got
over her incredulity that Poh fought other women for money, she too
joined in with gusto, and we had a much needed additional training
partner. The new housewife, Madam Wong, was so good and possessed of
the raw strength and talent of women her age, she was able to suplex
Poh Lee a number of times in a water grapple, before humiliated by
her embarassment, Poh finally nailed her with a beauty of a flip, as
both women disappeared under the water and emerged sputtering,
laughing and embracing.

Back at the apartment, the women stripped off their clothes, as we
went to work on the weights. Poh was drenched in sweat within minutes
as her naked body gleamed and glistened as she worked the skip rope
slowly and cumbersomely at first, then with more confidence. The
weights proved too much for her and she vomited a couple of times
from the effort. Watching Janet squatting next to her, lovingly
massaging Madam Poh's back and arms as the latter struggled to work
at the weights, made me hard as a rock, and Poh noticed and smiled.

Lunch was a quiet affair of simple gruel, meat and vegetables,
prepared by Janet. Both women sat naked at the table, chatting in
Chinese in hushed tones. Under the table, I could see Poh Lee using
one of her feet to stroke Janet at the ankle, while the other simply
ate nonplussed. I squirmed at this most erotic of spectacles,
wondering about it and its meaning. I'd seen Poh and Bei play footsie
in this manner under the table. Again, Madam Poh caught me watching.

"What does it mean? When you Chinese ladies play with each other
using your feet? WHAT DOES IT MEAN?"

Madam Poh smiled that gleaming toothy smile, "For we Chinese, foot is
dirtiest part but also sexiest part of woman so we try to keep it
clean and pretty. If two Chinese woman play with foot means, ask
other woman, do you like to fight me? If she respond and play with my
foot, too, means, Yes. That's why you see when Chinese girl fight,
loser must suck winner's toes."

Being a serious serious foot fetishist I nearly burst there and then,
but kept my peace.

I noticed that Janet was quiet, and flushed a little, and not much
interested in her food.

Madam Poh suddenly cupped her breasts, looked at me, and smiled,
"White man, you want me? You can take me now."

Suddenly, Janet was beside Poh Lee, a handful of hair in her hand,
"This is my man! He fight for you to be able to have pride again! You
want him, you must fight me for him! You beat me, make me suck your
toes, then only you can take my man from me! UNDERSTAND????!!!"

Madam Poh reached up and slapped Janet hard, leaving a red welt
across her face. The woman was strong, I'll give her that. I knew
Janet was trying to bring out the fighting spirit in her.

"Finish your food ladies," I muttered, as Janet took her seat. "Then,
we fight." I noticed a rustle under the table. Both women ate their
food wordlessly, but under the table, there was a frantic activity as
both women used their beautifully manicured and pampered feet and
plump, long toes to stroke, claw and twist at one another.

+++++++++

ANOOOOOAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!! I was stunned by the spectacle in front of
me. Sweating, huffing and puffing, a nude Madam Poh had hoisted a
flailing Janet into the air and was preparing to slam her onto the
mat after about half an hour of exhausting, to and fro sparring. For
their training, the older woman had overstepped the boundaries,
perhaps because of their altercation at lunch. Neither woman was
expected to hurt or gash or cut the other, as we needed Poh Lee in
tip top condition. I was dismayed that Madam Poh was burning up much
needed strength with aggressive power slams and draining scissor
holds.

So far, from what I'd seen, her fight style was all one of bluster.
There was no subtlety and she definitely was not a technical
wrestler. Such skills were needed if she was to defeat Madam Bei Xin,
and I was yelling at her to do so now. Her conqueror some nights ago
had beaten her through good wrestling, and would last much more than
the 30 minutes she had taken to gain the upper hand against a tired
Janet who yesterday had fought for her friend's shot at a rematch.

But Janet was anything, if not wily. Wriggling like a monkey, she
managed to slip from Madam Poh's grasp and drop downwards towards the
mat, lacing her legs around the older woman's sweat matted head and
pulling and flipping her down to the bare, sopping wet blue judo
tatami that we'd set up in the living room of Madam Poh's flat.

The mat was soaked because the fans were off, the windows closed and
curtains drawn under the harsh flourescent lighting. The place was a
fucking sauna, and would add more aerobic impact to the training.

Into a puddle of their mingled sweat, Madam Poh found herself
splashed, groaning and dazed as Janet swiftly put her into a facesit,
swept forward, grabbed Poh Lee's thighs and tucked them under her
armpits, forcing her opponent into a perfect matchbook pin. Leaning
backwards, Janet went to work on Poh Lee's upturned and exposed pussy.

Within moments, the taller, older woman who had been going to slam
Janet, was slapping the mat in pain and submission. "PU XINNNNGG
AHHHHH!!! "she shrieked. I had watched the proceedings, beating my
meat hard, and this was too much for me.

Janet flopped off her, panting, her head upturned to take my load on
her beautiful mature face, the cream mingling with rivulets of sweat
pouring from her forehead and down her cheeks and nose. After I
gathered up my strength, I shook my head... we still had a long way
to go.

That evening in the tub, after Madam Poh had clambered out, Janet
nestled me between her breasts and whispered, "It won't happen
overnight."

We needed a miracle. One afternoon, as Poh Lee and Janet wrestled on
the tatami, the door bell rang. It was Madam Wong, the housewife from
the pool who'd been fascinated by what we were doing. She begged to
be allowed to watch, and if possible, train and spar with Madam Poh,
with whom she'd already had some sessions in the water.

I thought it would not be a problem, and in fact, a change of
sparring partner, especially a weaker, untrained one, might do Poh's
battered confidence some good.

Wong was about Poh's age, shorter and more buxom, with an enormous
pair of 38D jugs, a tummy but tough, muscular legs. She was clad in a
spaghetti strap singlet, and a pair of cotton shorts, and had left
her Japanese flip flops at the door. From what I could see, she had
come prepared, which is to say, she wore nothing underneath.

As I returned to the tatami after locking up, she was already nude
and exchanging pleasantries with the two other ladies on the mat. She
offered to wrestle Poh Lee for a while, as Janet stopped to take a
break, grab some water.

In a flash, Poh and Wong locked up, and Poh threw her new sparring
partner to the mat. As she moved to grab a handful of Wong's brown
and gold streaked hairdo, Wong let out with an almighty left that
connected with Poh's cheek. Stunned, Madam Poh slumped to the side
blinking at Madam Wong, who smiled a little too sinister for my
liking. A fight was in the offing with the newcomer.

Madam Poh made a grab for Wong's enormous tits, clawing and raking
the flesh around her large dark aereolas, but Wong responded with a
hand to Poh Lee's thick, bushy pussy, teasing and tearing at the hair
there as both of them shrieked in pain. I made to stop the two, but
Janet stopped me with a hand, wanting to see where this was going.

Poh seemed more taken aback that a rank newcomer should fight so
well, but was in too much pain to recognise it and do something about
it. In desperation, she slapped her opponent hard, sending the
latter's huge tits flopping left and right with each blow to her face.

This stirred something in the newcomer, for she flung her full weight
onto Madam Poh, forcing her onto her back and pinioning her face,
mouth and nostrils between those enormous breasts. Madam Poh
scrabbled in vain, frantically trying to tear at Madam Wong's face
from her weakened position but to no avail. Within seconds, she was
pounding the mat in submission... SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP.

But Wong was not done. Lifting herself up, she went into a schoolgirl
straddle, pinning Poh's shoulders under her knees as she planted her
face, ignoring Madam Poh's muffled cries and further frantic slaps of
submission. I wanted to intervene but Janet grabbed me roughly and
shook her head. I didn't understand.

Meanwhile, Poh Lee had had enough and began to buck violently, once,
twice and thrice arching her back to unseat Wong. Third time lucky as
Wong spilled to the mat beside her. As Poh Lee came up, Wong tried
again with a punch to the face, but this time Poh Lee caught her arm,
leaned in and hoisted the other woman onto her shoulders before
slamming backwards to the mat with a stentorian bellow.
"ANUUURRRRHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

I thought that she would surely follow up with yet another energy
sapping power move, like a slam or stomp, but instead, Poh Lee opted
to play it careful and got behind her opponent, dragging her by the
hair and trapping her neck between her thick thighs, as she worked
Wong's nipples again.

"FOR A NEWBIE, YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO FIGHT!" Poh Lee yelled, angry and
frustrated. "TELL ME THE TRUTH! WHAT DO YOU WANT!!!???!!!"

Squirming this way and that, Wong fought to escape from Poh Lee's
neck scissors and would not answer.

Unhooking her legs, Poh Lee backed off onto her haunches then stood
crouched in the middle of the ring. A little too fast after having
taken such punishment, Wong recovered, and began to circle.

Good girl, Poh Lee. Like I'd taught her, let the opponent do the
walking. Conserve energy, watch wait and be patient.

"SEUY AH LEI!!!" (GO AND DIE!!!") Wong hissed, suddenly full of
venom, and made a lunge at Poh Lee, but her kick found empty air as
Poh Lee danced aside and caught the foot at the ankle.

"GET HER!" Janet yelled. Poh Lee dragged Wong hopping, keeping her
demoralisingly off balance as she toyed with her opponent before
yanking Wong towards her and slamming her foot hard into Wong's bare
shaven pussy. Wong howled in pain and dropped to all fours, sobbing
as she tried to massage the pain away, but cleverly, Poh Lee stepped
behind her and yanked at the hand she was using, tugging it until it
protruded from through the cleft of her legs where her buttocks began.

Then using her other arm to tug at Wong's other arm, Poh Lee squealed
as she lifted the newcomer into the air, the weight of her body
threatening to snap both her arm in such a precarious position,
wieghed down by the full mass of her body as Poh Lee carried her.

"NOOOOO!!! PUYAAAAOOOOOOO!OOO!!!" Wong shrieked, but the scream was
cut off as Poh Lee let her tumble to the mat like a rag doll.
Reaching down, Poh Lee dug her hands into Wong's clit and lifted her
again, the fingers clawing and tearing at her opponent's already
stretched sugar walls.

"WHO ARE YOU?! HA? TELL ME!!!"

"PUYAAAOOOOOOOO! WO PUYAOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" came Wong's almost broken
but defiant bellow.

"ARE YOU GOING TO SUCK MY TOES???!!!"

"NNNNNOOOOOOOO....EEERHHHHH!!!!!!" This time, Poh Lee used her
fingers to grasp Wong by the labia and yank her threshing and
screaming into the air, stretching and torturing those delicate
folds. I'd never seen Poh Lee so confident and vibrant. It was this
sort of form that would surely give her victory against Bei Xin.

"STILL NO???"

"WO PU XING!!!! NO MORE PLEAAAASEEEEEE!!!!" Wong shrieked as she
slapped the mat while still being lifted in this most cruel of ways.

"THOUGHT SO!" Poh Lee shouted as she dropped Wong to the mat and
planted a foot in victory on the other's shuddering and heaving chest
and raised her arms in victory, smiling at us.

"This one is not who she claims to be," Poh Lee said. "I'm going to
have to get it out of her. Ha? Xiao mao? (Little one.)"

The defeated Mrs Wong shook her head, wide eyed in fear. "No! She'll kill me!"

"WHO? WHO WILL KILL YOU? DID BEI XIN SEND YOU AFTER ME?"

Wong was sobbing great jerking sobs now. "Y-y-yessss! She told me to
beat you up so that you won't be able to fight her next week."

"FUCKING BITCH! I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU A MESSAGE TO SEND TO HER, OK?"

Hours later, at the Rising Phoenix, a battered and bleeding Wong
stumbled or rather waddled naked and sobbing in pain, her hands tied
behind her back and a gleaming black dildo inserted into her anus and
fainted in front of her boss. To the dildo was tied a note in Chinese
script, which Bei Xin read grimly:

"Darling Bei Xin,

My other one is reserved for you.

See you next week. Let's have a good fight.

Love
Poh Lee."

+++++++++++

The remaining days of training sailed by with Poh Lee suddenly full
of spirit and verve. Janet had purchased me a camera and my first act
was to sneak a picture of Madam Bei, which I had blown up, showing
her ugly, scowling beauty in all its glory and taunting Poh Lee as
she battled against Janet on the tatami and tortured her whenever she
wanted to give up during physical training.

Poh began to last longer on the mats against Janet, and was using a
finer mix of skill and technique in addition to her aggression. Some
of the bouts were exquisite affairs, Poh's bassy screams mingled with
Janet's emotional cries of pain and joy. She still hadn't managed to
make Janet submit to her, although there were some close calls, and
ultimately, Janet was still able to beat her. Poh had lost a lot of
flab, and some tone and colour was beginning to show in her.

On Day 11, though. That changed. The fight had gone on much longer
than usual, and I was sweating on the couch watching them go at it as
the steam rose and swirled around the room from the effort and sweat
of their bodies, and the unforgiving tropical heat.

Neither were able to stand and had slapped each other into a
standstill. I was rock hard from wanting to see a conclusion, but it
was like they were working my cock hard between their lips, holding
just as I was about to cum through the very action of fighting.

Janet swung with a drunken scream of exhaustion at where she thought
Poh Lee's head would be but found only empty air. Poh Lee had missed
the punch by inches. Dragging Janet back upright because she was too
tired to do so herself, Poh Lee shrieked, "NOW YOU BITCH! YOU ARE
FINALLY GOING TO BE BEATEN!" and with that she flung her legs
upwards, lacing her thighs around Janet's neck and twisting herself
over to rest on her arms on the mat, so that Janet's head was dragged
down and pinned under her, while the rest of her body was trapped
helplessly. Through exhaustion lidded eyes, Poh Lee crawled towards
me, eyes on my throbbing shaft, as she dragged Janet behind her who
had to crawl on her knees to keep up. Nearing my shaft, Poh Lee
grabbed it and looked at me through sex-starved, hungry eyes and
asked me one of the sexiest questions I've ever been asked. 'Ask your
woman if she submits to me?"

I touched Janet on the shoulder. "DO YOU GIVE UP???!!!!"

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP "YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Janet shrieked,
beaten finally by Poh Lee, as the latter lowered her head onto my
cock, my lover's head still trapped between her thighs, and ate me
until I could feel my swollen head against the back of her throat.

NURRRRHHHH!!!! I moaned, hungrily, digging into her oily sweaty hair
as she worked me.

"SCHLEEEPPPPP!!!!! This one, " Poh Lee moaned greedily as she sucked,
"is because I beat your woman. The next one is going to be because
I'm going to make you want me. And the others after that are because
I'm going to share you with her and because I want fuck both of you
together in my bed tonight."

I came, hard, thick jets of jism built up from watching and
masturbating over these two beautiful women torturing each other
physically and sexually for two hours on the mat before me, wrestling
OVER me... it was too much. I came so hard, I buried Poh Lee's face,
and some of my shoot splashed onto Janet's bare buttocks.

And yet, I was hard instantly again because I had to watch Janet,
that proud beautiful face that had given me so many hours of joy and
exquisite torture, accept Poh Lee's conquering foot on it, and endure
the sight of my love's tongue humbly accepting her defeat by flicking
and coating each and every one of Poh Lee's toes with her saliva.

And I had to watch her yearning, jealous face as I took Poh Lee
doggie style against the couch, listening to the older woman's
screams as I watched beautiful Janet wet herself helplessly watching
Poh Lee claim her prize as again, my shaft swelled and exploded
inside of Poh Lee.

Finally, after Poh Lee had claimed me, she and Janet worked me
expertly, just as she'd promised, in her bed, both women expertly
pleasing and doubling my pleasure with their Chinese sex tricks and
skills as I came and came and came and came....