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4 March 2014 Holly Valance vs Nathalie Emmanuel

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"THE NOOSE:"

Posted by Rampant Fighting on March 4, 2014, 8:38 am

“The material is thick PVC. I’m told that it feels similar to an inflatable, so if you’ve ever been on a bouncy house then think of something like that.”

The office room’s windows gave a view of the enormous, hangar-like space that contained the Noose. From their position high above it Holly could see a giant vertical windlass, which looked to be made out of metal and was like a cotton reel in appearance. The windlass was wrapped around with a single sheet of PVC that extended across the floor and then formed a loop that was perhaps twenty feet in diameter and half that distance tall, held in place by a metal rod that extended up from the ground and to which one end of the sheet was attached, creating an enclosed circular space.

In reality the employee’s explanation was a sales pitch. It was for the two of them to decide if they wanted to fight there. Holly looked across at Nathalie Emmanuel and nodded her head.

“Can you show us it working?” she said.

The woman clicked the mouse twice and they saw the windlass begin to turn and the sagging sheet first become taut and then drag slowly over the floor. Because it was attached to the metal rod at the other side of the hall, this had the effect of making the loop of material and consequently the space inside of it smaller.

“You can alter the settings to change the speed at which the Noose closes,” she said. She clicked the mouse again. This time the sheet moved with a series of metallic clanks that seemed to echo in the hall. “Those noises aren’t real, of course, but they can be piped in as a warning to participants that the Noose is closing. I’ve set the program to run to the end now.”

Holly watched the space inside the loop shrink until it seemed to become two opposing walls pushed up against one another. The windlass was so thickly wrapped in PVC that it looked double its previous size. She thought of fighting Nathalie in the tiny area that remained inside the loop. She tried to read the expression on Nathalie’s face.

“We’ll do it here.”

****

They trained for the Noose by zipping Holly inside a sleeping bag with her sparring partner, propping the bag upright against a wall and having them fight there until Holly became used to the limits an enclosed space placed on her movements. She was already adept at throwing punches that were like exaggerated shrugs, and usually her sparring partners finished the sessions pink-bodied and wincing and smudged with Holly’s sweat.

“You’ve got this, Hol. Take her right up to the close-in stuff and she can’t live with you in there.”

Her trainer swatted her ass as she went in to shower.

****

“When the Noose closes to a point that there is no longer space for you to lay down inside then you must stand up, even if you have the other woman trapped and on the verge of submission, you must. We are responsible for your safety and if we think that you are being reckless we will stop the equipment and the fight will be over. You’ve agreed that the noose will tighten at five minute intervals, and after half an hour it will have closed completely.” She shook both of them by the hand and gestured to the portable steps that had been wheeled up alongside the wall.

****

Nathalie’s bikini was pale metallic blue with silver piping, her skin tea-colored. She had straightened her hair, and she wore it loose, trailing down to the tops of her breasts.

“You look fat, Holly,” she said. “How many times did you blow off training? Hey?”

She slapped Holly’s face. In the open space she was quick and skilful enough to make Holly look flatfooted. The time restrictions that the location imposed in theory seemed not to bother her in practice. She would shout out different body parts, move in and strike Holly there and be out of range before Holly could touch her.

“Thigh.” Her instep cracked against the brown ridge of Holly’s muscle, creating a stinging line, as though she’d hit Holly with a rolled-up towel.

“Tit.” She took three steps forward and slapped down on the top of Holly’s breast, landing mostly with her fingers and withdrawing her hand before Holly could grab it.

“Fat arse.” She shuffled round until she was behind Holly and gripped a full handful of her buttock and then span away, their backs briefly together, Holly’s stumbling turn like a parody of her own. Holly felt herself blush.

“Gut.” She kicked her left foot with a stamping motion in front of her body, but it was awkward, and Holly was able to grab her ankle and twist her to the floor and fall in such a way that both of her knees impacted Nathalie’s butt.

The Noose began to close. The PVC sheet made a dragging sound as it moved. The sound was disconcerting; Holly thought instinctively of snakes. She pushed her face into Nathalie’s hair to avoid being hit as Nathalie tried to elbow her. She shouted out “Ha,” as one after another she caught the flailing arms and trapped Nathalie in a full nelson and when she rolled onto her back and wrapped her legs around Nathalie’s body she thought of snakes again.

Their heads were close together. She blew hot, even breaths onto Nathalie’s ears, like she was trying to cool a hot drink.

“#### off,” Nathalie said. She braced her feet flat on the floor and kicked off, which had the effect of rocking them to one side or another, but when Holly squeezed her waist she groaned and her body went limp and she put her hands together against her chest. They were close to the wall now; this time when the Noose closed it swept them a couple of feet along the floor.

Afterward Holly wondered what might have happened if she had only decided to maintain the hold. But they had been fighting each other for months and Nathalie had left Holly red faced and embarrassed on multiple occasions, so instead she let go of her grip on the full nelson and slid her right hand inside Nathalie’s top and squeezed her breast. She kept her left hand on Nathalie’s bicep to try and hold her in place.

“I owe you this and plenty more, you little shit.”

Nathalie wriggled and bucked, bouncing her ass into Holly’s belly and then turning so they were face to face and scrambling into a seated position on Holly’s chest. She slapped Holly across the cheek, wrapped her left hand in Holly’s hair and twisted it.

“You’ll owe me more than you can ever pay after we’re done here. I’m about to make you bankrupt, b###h.” She used her grip on Holly’s hair to pull her into a scissor hold, her legs just below Holly’s breasts, her ankles crossed, her arms out behind her, bracing her body so that she could sit up and stare at Holly.

The tip of her tongue protruded slightly from between her lips, giving her an expression of concentration. Her hair had come down across one side of her face, and she shook her head to clear her vision.

Holly closed her eyes. Nathalie’s knee was digging into the center of her chest. She started pushing at it, trying to work her fingers in beneath it. The familiarity of the position and her remembrance of the previous outcomes became like an additional source of pressure.

She tried not to sob. She pinched the skin around Nathalie’s knee between her forefinger and thumb, leaving a pattern of pale indentations. She knew from her own experience how much the nipping hurt, but when Nathalie’s knee lifted away from her chest it was only to re-establish the scissors around Holly’s neck. Her tummy tensed as she sat up and reached forward to pull Holly’s top down and bare her breasts, the material bunching underneath them.

“Your tits are shit, Hol.”

She hummed and sang under her breath as she worked at turning Holly from her back onto her side, sometimes twisting Holly’s nipple, sometimes slapping out the tune of the song on the fleshy part of Holly’s arm. Once she had done it, she pulled Holly’s face into the crotch of her bottoms and held her there.

Holly had heard other women describe their method of coping when trapped as going to a place inside of yourself, as emptying your mind. What she experienced was probably best described as a heightened awareness of physical sensations. Her skin became sensitive to every change in the movement of the air, she felt each breath move through her windpipe and expand to fill her lungs and leave her body as a hot exhalation, she tasted sweat on her lips.

Intermittently Nathalie lifted her head up and slapped her before pushing her back into the scissors. She saw that the Noose had closed into a space that was now barely wider than their bodies. She felt the PVC sheet against the soles of her feet. She told herself that if she could only hang on for a few minutes longer then Nathalie would be required to let go of the hold and that once they were both upright they would fight on her terms.

Nathalie started to ask for her submission. Periodically the pressure from Nathalie’s thighs filled her vision with purple light that trembled and shimmered. Her arm twitched.

When the Noose closed again she felt the coarse material against her back and its encroachment forced her legs to bend until her heels were pressing into her buttocks. She heard Nathalie swear and then she let go of the scissors and dragged Holly to her feet by the hair.

“I hate looking at your ####ing face,” she said.

The PVC sheet had a chemical odor and was spotted with bleach stains. Even stretched taut as it was it still gave a little when their weight fell into it. They stumbled around the sliver of floor they were trapped upon; the opening above their heads was so narrow and admitted so little light that Holly could hardly see. She had her left arm in the small of Nathalie’s back, pushing right hands into her gut with almost no backswing. They had their chin on each other’s shoulders. She felt wetness from Nathalie’s cheek brush against her own.

Suddenly Nathalie cried out. Her knees buckled and she stopped punching and wrapped both of her arms around Holly’s neck. Holly staggered under her weight, sliding along the wall until she felt her back hit the cold metal of the rod that held the Noose in place.

She forced Nathalie down to her knees. The tiny space had become uncomfortably hot. Their sweat had made dark smears and speckles on the green sheet and the air smelled of their fight. She held Nathalie’s face against the wet swell of her belly and punched, feeling the skin against her knuckle through the cushion of Nathalie’s hair.

She felt Nathalie’s hands fumbling against her thighs, then pulling her bottoms into the crack of her ass, then dropping away.

(I could visualise the setting here really clearly but it was kind of hard to describe in words. I do like the idea of time constraints shaping a fight - it reminds me a bit of the NFL. Nathalie Emmanuel plays the slave interpreter freed by Dany in Game Of Thrones. She's been in various other things before that though. I must have mispelled her name about fifty times writing this!)