Ahiro and Trahn by Aussie Greg
Japanese Vietnamese catfight
Happy Birthday, Greg.
This present is for the rest of your life
Ahiro
Ahiro, my Japanese secretary for the past 11 months walked
in empty handed. Seeing the look on my face she simply said "If you
agree, I am your present: if not I will resign and you will have
your Vietnamese wife Tranh"
She was trembling as she kneeled.
Despite our close working relationship, in all the time
this 45 year old from Osaka had worked for me she had only revealed
her inner feelings on a few occasions.
Once, (although I did not really believe that it was Ahiro
who did it) was when I lied to the police and showed false time
sheets to say that she had been working overtime when a racist woman
superior who had continually victimized Ahiro was found brutally
bashed outside her own apartment.. Another was when I gave her a
very feminine fashionable coat for her birthday, so different from
her usual severe plain business suit and sensible shoes. The last
was last week when she told me that she had discovered my wife Tranh
had been siphoning money from my business to keep a lesbian lover
Lien in a penthouse.
With shaking hands she undid the coat. I looked at her flat
square face and short severe haircut which did nothing to hide her
age or make her look feminine, staring straight at me with shaking
hands she undid the coat. She was naked except for a suspender belt
and stockings. Her body was typically Japanese. Long stocky sturdy
upper body with disproportionately strong short legs. Smallish
breast hung rather than stood proud, highlighted by the darkness of
her large areola and thickness of her nipples. My eyes were
immediately drawn to 6 fine gold chains that ran from a belly ring
to 6 small rings - 3 on each of the long inner lips that extended 2
inches from her shaven and prominent cunt. The large dark areoles
were swollen and each of the erect thick nipples that pointed at her
chin was pierced with a fine 6 inch gold chain
"This is the real Ahiro" she said, " I want you to see me
fight Tranh, fuck her, humiliate her, torture her and then service
you in every way in front of her".
The sight of Ahiro, hearing her feelings for me, and the
excitement of what she said made my cock as hard as a rock in my
trousers. Seeing this Ahiro closed the distance between us, reached
out and unzipped me. Tears flowed from her eyes. "I'm so happy" she
mouthed as her tongued gently licked my shaft before she slowly
swallowed the entire length. I climaxed with my balls inside her
mouth being caressed by her tongue and my cock's head spurting it's
cum deep inside her throat.
"I'll look after you", I said , " Deep down I've wanted to
be close to you for a long time, but you can't fight Tranh. She
learnt in the bars of Saigon, and the refugee camps where a win
meant a feed. She's experienced, vicious, and sadistic and loves to
maim her opponents"
"You heard what happened to Veronica my work superior",
said Ahiro, "please arrange it"
In the end the two women virtually arranged it themselves.
Tranh was keen because of her refined love of inflicting pain, plus
she had hated Ahiro since I had let it slip out that Ahiro was the
best and most efficient secretary I had (Tranh had been my secretary
before she tired of working). In fact Tranh had organized for the
racist Veronica to victimize Ahiro. Lastly Tranh loved humiliating
in front of me women I had known.
The rules were simple - The match would be held at Lien's
apartment at 6 pm. The winner would be by a 60 second pin (digital
timer). Lien and I to agree on the pin. This meant in actuality the
loser would be unconscious because of the difficulty of holding
someone down for 1 minute. The winner could use the loser for any
purpose until 8 am the next day.
Tranh was waiting when we arrived. She stood 155 cms, had
jet black neck length straight hair, and was slim and long legged
for her height. Her 5 inch high heels made her look even taller,
while the slit to her waist in the skin tight calf length black
skirt and transparent halter top showed her toned lithe body
completely. She looked a horny, sexy 30 year old, not her real age
of 49. Her face and body showed no evidence of the plastic surgery
she had endured in her quest for youth. She undressed and stood
arousing her nipples and spread her legs for her lesbian lover Lien
who knelt and started pleasuring Tranh.
Ahiro wore what she had worn that day in the office. As she
took off her gold chains the difference was obvious. Her legs were
Japanese, short and muscular, her torso which was long in comparison
was thicker than Tranh's and her face far plainer yet to me she was
far sexier because she was a real woman, not a remote goddess. She
took of her body piercings and was ready.
The two women circled each other. While Tranh was not a
skilled technician she had speed, flexibility, knew how to kick, and
bring her opponent down so she could inflict the maximum pain she
could with teeth, nails, elbows and knee in a way that always
excited me. Ahiro was unknown.
Suddenly a chair crashed to the floor and Lien fell down
choking. Ahiro and I turned to look, and at that moment Tranh's heel
lashed out, catching Ahiro in the knee and bringing her to the
carpet. Tranh had not changed -the planned diversion was typical of
her I thought - as she delivered 3 quick kicks to her opponent's
thighs. Because she was light she always cut down her rival's
mobility first.
Ahiro sat up as her hands involuntarily dropped to her
thigh, Tranh leapt through the air both feet hitting Ahiro in the
chest, causing her head to snap back on to the floor. Tranh raked
her nails down Ahiro's breasts, stood up and jumped on Ahiro's guts.
She turned and smiled at me, knowing I loved the way she prolonged
the fight so she would not just win but leave her opponent scarred
both mentally and physically.
Four times she splattered the writhing Ahiro, leaping in
the air to land knee first on her opponent's solar plexus winding
her. She kicked Ahiro on to her stomach, wrapped her legs in a
scissor lock round her waist, pinned one arm straight back behind
Ahiro's back by lying on it and pulled the other arm back with her
right arm. Twisting her left hand in the helpless Ahiro's hair she
lifted her head and crashed it into the floor.
"Your flat Japanese face will be even flatter" she taunted
as she pulled the hair before again slamming the head into the
carpet. She let go of the hair and raked her nails down Ahiro's
back. Before a fight Tranh would file her long nails to a point and
spend about an hour trying to obtain razor sharp edges to these
weapons. Blood rose in droplets on Ahiro's back.
Her right hand reached around and seized Ahiro's left tit.
Her fingers whitened as she squeezed. Apart from her irregular
breathing no sound had passed Ahiro's lips.
You enjoy pain, don't you, you Japanese slut", Tranh
whispered. "After I win, I'm going to hurt you so bad tonight that
you'll agree to a Japanese blood honour ceremony to be my slave
permanently." Her fingers moved to Ahiro's nipple then to her cunt
first twisting then ripping with her lethal nails. Ahiro first sobs
of pain escaped.
Speaking to Lien she said "She'll lick you while I use the
dildo on her arse and you fist her"
Tranh stood up. She reached down and grabbed Ahiro's hair
and her other hand went to pull the prostrate Ahiro up by her tit.
Her proud gloating smile of conquest suddenly changed to surprise,
then pain, then agony and terror as Ahiro exerted pressure with the
Aikido thumb lock she had applied.
Ahiro stood up and I could see Tranh's thumb nearly
touching her forearm. Using her grip on the thumb Ahiro deliberately
applied pressure through the extended arm till the standing Tranh's
upper body was horizontal to the floor.
The sound of the kick she delivered to just below Tranh's
unprotected ribs echoed round the room. It lifted Tranh's feet 3
inches off the ground, before she collapsed in a heap. Applying
leverage through the thumb, Yukiko stretched the kneeling Tranh's
body upward, before she spun on one foot and with a high pitched
Haaaaiiiiiiiii drove her leg like a piston into her defenseless
stomach. Every bit of air in Trahn's lungs escaped with a rush. She
lay retching on the carpet trying vainly to breathe.
The fight was decided in those 10 seconds.
What followed was like nothing I had ever seen. Unlike
Tranh who went into an out of control frenzy when in control of her
opponent Ahiro was a cold calculating deliberate assassin. Each blow
or hold was given to inflict the exact amount of pain in the precise
position of Trahn's body that Ahiro had decided upon.
Perfectly executed camel stretches, beak-breakers, and
straight arm bars were applied to a point just short of dislocation
until the room rang with Tranh's cries of pain and screams for
mercy. Clean strikes from foot, knee elbow and palm and fist
targeted specific muscles or organs and brought sobs of anguish in
return. Interlaced with this skilful, technical exhibition was bar
room brawling. I witnessed Ahiro kneel on her foe's battered neck
and pull hair from Trahn's head before forcing it down her choking
throat, and saw blood ooze from the teeth marks in Tranh's arse. I
sat entranced as my champion humiliated the once proud Vietnamese by
taking my wife's hands in hers and used them as paddles to slap
Tranh's beautiful face.
As if working to a timetable, she placed one leg over the
back of both Tranh's ankles, bent Tranh's body back over the top of
her thigh and pinned her throat by laying her other leg over it.
Tranh was completely immobilized. She then grabbed Tranh's left tit
with one hand while her other roughly parted Tranh's cunt lips.
Tranh's eyes rolled back in fright as she lay waiting for what was
to come.
Ahiro tightened her grip on nipple and clit. Involuntarily
piss started to flow from Tranh. Ahiro laughed. "Don't worry my
little one, she said, "I'm saving these for tonight". For the next
five or six minutes she gently played with Tranh sucking Tranh's
wetness off her hand, while caressing extra firmness out of her
nipples.
She lowered Tranh to the ground gently and walked to her
corner and put her body jewelry on. The humiliated Tranh crawled to
the open door.
I was amazed. Did it end like this?
Ahiro suddenly crossed the room and dragged Tranh by the
hair to Lien's chair and pulled her to a kneeling position.
"Look at her face, it'll never be the same", she said.
Violently she head butted Tranh's face. I could hear the
bone in her nose break just before an almighty scream of utter agony
reached me. Ahiro dragged the semi conscious woman to her corner.
She opened a bottle of smelling salts and forced Tranh's senses
back. Kneeling on Tran like a schoolgirl pinning a rival she turned
and said to me: "Mount me"
Watching this fighting machine in action had made me so
hard, but as I approached her as she waited doggy style, I wanted to
show my appreciation more, so I started kissing and sucking the wet
open lips that waited for me. She moaned and moved to show what gave
her the most pleasure before her whole body shook with convulsions
as she came. I entered her for the first time in my life parting
those long inner lips, feeling the cunt rings against my cock and
filled her with my cum.
After I withdrew she moved so that her and my juices flowed
from her onto Tranh's face. She pressed with her fingers on the
cartaroid artery and as the blood flow stopped Tranh lost
consciousness. I switched on the digital timer
More to follow in Part 2