KITCHEN FIGHT, FINAL PART.

FINAL PART.

...It was now that the verbal insults began to flow again, from both ladies. “So what’s it like to be at the bottom, Jenneeeeee!” hissed Annette, playfully. “Enjoying watching a REAL woman in action? Especially from such close range?”...Jennie snapped her teeth together sharply, making a noise like two china cups banging together. “You won’t be on top forever, you silly cow!” the blonde hissed..“...and you don’t look too healthy, you’re bleeding all over me like a woman with her life flowing away from her!” she continued cruelly. “Oh, i think i’ve got FULL control of this little, erm....situation!” carried on Annette. “I’ve got you.......” (Ann’s voice tailed off into a seductive, sexy whisper) “.....JUST where i want you!”. The brunette licked her lips slowly and deliberately, like a vampire in the final scene of a gothic horror movie. Jennie was breathing heavily now, feeling fatigued under the weight of her enemy. She also felt a perverse calm feeling of tentative safety, as she knew that while Ann was talking, she wasn’t ripping her limb from limb or pummelling her ravaged body anymore . Ann too felt comfortable in this position. She was reluctant to move, she was exhausted, and her breathing too was strained, but while Jennie breathed heavily, deeply, deliberately, Annette breathed in fast, rapid panting short bursts, her lungs feeling as if they were now a quarter of the capacity that they had an hour ago. She wished she was fitter, she wished she didn’t smoke...if she was in better condition, maybe this brutal, ridiculous, savage scrap would have possibly lasted for a shorter time. Maybe Jennie would have been finished off far more quickly and efficiently, the dark haired beauty pondered. She couldn’t ponder for long. Jennie began to thrust her head left-right-left-right, her eyes clamped shut, her teeth grating and grinding, squeaks and squeals emitting from her blood-red lips. The blonde bumped her fists into Annette’s sides weakly, her bruised and cut knuckles nowhere near the thudding force they were a short time ago. But Annette’s battered body still ached from these new punches, her generously padded sides trembling at the bumps, bangs and thumps from the blonde’s clenched fists. Annette continued her verbal attack. “You pathetic weak little pig!” she muttered. “Is that ALL you can do?”

Annette unwound her arms from Jennie’s back and placed her outstretched palms onto Jen’s prone shoulders, wrapping her powerful fingers around Jen’s pale skin, squeezing her fingernails into Jennie’s shoulder muscles. Ann pushed herself up as if performing press-ups in a gym, and held herself above Jennie, her breasts hanging heavily down to lightly stroke the rival boobs of the blonde. Annette’s dark nipples, still impressively erect, tickled Jennies hard pale nipple buds as if the nipples were all engaging in an exclusive battle of their own, two against two, beautiful sexy representatives of their mistresses, at war to destroy the others, flicking and thrusting at each other tantalisingly. Russell was almost drooling as he saw this spectacle, although this time he resisted the urge to reach out and grab the flesh of these two gorgeous bitchcats. Annette wobbled her upper body playfully, flicking her nipples against Jennies, as Jen spat up towards the dark haired woman. “Whooo, that REALLY hurts, you’re SO vicious! God, you are so fucking PATHETIC!” Jennie darted her hands up towards the base of Ann’s tits and hammered the heels of her palms upwards, thrusting Annette’s norks up towards the brunette’s neck. Annette failed to keep her balance and she rolled sideways just enough to give Jennie the chance to roll in the opposite direction. The women were apart yet again, and as Jennie scrambled to her feet quickly, her older rival coiled herself ready for her final attack!

An instant before the final surge towards each other, both women felt confident of beating the other up...both were bleeding from numerous points of the body, both were moving slowly, and both were numb enough to feel that they could withstand a considerable degree of punishment from the other. However, Annette was favourite in Russell’s eyes, she looked sharper, her muscles were more solid, her posture more balanced, the gleam in her eyes was brighter and she just seemed to have an extra spark of carnal brutal sadistic violence that Jennie seemed to lack slightly. Maybe all of that didn’t mean for anything though, as the women cautiously lurched towards each other like drunken cavewomen fighting for their lives in a bygone era. Their hands outstretched, they used their fingers, clawlike and rigid, to attack the most precious assets of their respective rival’s.....the targets for both ladies was breasts....and face. Slaps, strikes, punches, and slashes were aimed at the tits and cheeks of the other woman, as both sought to ruin the attractiveness of the other. Alternately, boobs were bumped, slit and battered, and cheeks were slices by claws, thudded by fists and poked spitefully by erect fingers. As the girls stood toe to toe, the panting got heavier and faster, until Jennie, in fear for her very life, shoved a slightly advancing Annette back with a huge two-palmed shove to the ripe breasts of her foe. “FUCKINBITCH!” shouted the blonde, as Ann merely barked a triumphant “HA!” back into the face of the younger woman. Annette moved in for what she thought would be the kill. She held her hands close together, as if she were attempting to catch a tennis ball thrown at high velocity, and, with alarming accuracy, clamped all 10 fingers around Jennie’s right tit. Attaching with a vice like ferocity, Annette leant back, and, simultaneously, swung her entire upper body around as if she was spinning a country-dancing partner around in a 360 degree curve. Gripping Jennie’s tortured tit ferociously, Annette spun Jen around once...twice....the centrifugal force throwing both ladies backwards, until Annette let go of Jennie’s screaming boob and let the 38 year old bigger blonde clatter backwards onto to the door of the full length cupboard in the corner of the room. Annette slapped her hands together in a sarcastic “my work is done” gesture. Jennie’s fury was terrible, but ineffective, as Ann was now ready for anything. With a carnal “YYYEEEAARRGGGHHH!!!!!!” Jennie sprinted towards Annette like a 100 metre Olympian....but got stopped in her tracks by Annette’s killer move.....a thudding, perfectly timed, horrifically sounding forward right footed kick right into the centre of the crotch, instep smacking into pussy with a truly sickening “SPLAT!”

Jennie was, and is, a very proud individual, and her dignity and determination prevented her from crumbling at this vicious move...she buckled at the knees, her bottom lip trembled with an overbearing feeling of fear and distress, but she still stood, face to face with the smirking, scowling figure before her. Annette’s body language was in total contrast, she stood, feet slightly apart, hands clenched into fists, fists now resting on her hips in a dominant pose. “I’d say it’s about all over for you, don’t you agree darling?” Annette gleefully purred before tossing her head back, flicking her lush dark hair behind her with a supermodel-style wave . Jennie fought back the tears and sobs and grimly attempted to bring some balance back into this now one sided encounter. “You just stand there laughing while i shut your ugly trap for good!” the blonde spat, before arcing her right fist and slamming her knuckles into Ann’s left cheekbone with a sharp ‘SMACK’ sound. The punch was ineffective. “DON’T do that!” the brunette remonstrated. Another right handed smack of knuckles onto cheekbone came. “i said, DON’T do THAT!” Annette darted forward and grasped Jennie’s hair with both fists, left fist behind Jennie’s head, clutching the rear of the blonde’s mane. Annette’s right hand grasped the front of Jen’s hair, collecting the entire fringe in a vicious, white knuckled death-grip. Annette snarled through spit-covered teeth as she flexed every muscle in her left arm, pulling the back of Jen’s hair rearwards with intense force, while simultaneously stretching her right arm’s muscles, pulling Jennie’s fringe forward. The opposing forces of this terribly cruel hairpull move had to give, and soon. A shrill ripping sound was heard by Russell, now standing grimacing at the sadistic spectacle, as Annette’s left hand shot back away from Jen’s head.....At first, he thought the sweat on the dark haired girl’s hands had saved Jennie and slid away from her hair, but the ripping, tearing sound made him realise straight away that Annette had torn an entire handful of hair from the tortured blonde’s scalp. Jennie’s tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she squeaked in anguish and agony. She threw her arms around Annette’s shoulders for support as she felt herself go faint and slightly limp. Annette still stood erect like a dominant goddess, shaking her head in mock shock. She stretched her left hand out to the side and rubbed her fingertips together, flicking off the strands of hair from her fingers. “Ooooh, i seem to have some kind of bird’s nest in my fingers, i need a good bath now, i reckon! Have you finished yet, bitch? Why don’t you just go and bleed somewhere else? “

Jennie supported herself, still, by continuing to rest her biceps around Annette’s shoulders. Russell could see the action from directly behind Ann, he saw her firm, lightly tanned rear-claves and thighs, her hard ass, her shapely back and her strong shoulders, and topping off this vision of loveliness was his own wife’s once powerful arms tossed over the brunette’s shoulders like rucksack straps. Annette still taunted Jennie, tutting, cursing, bullying....Jennie began to slide slowly down Ann’s front, her mouth coming closer to the 38D rack of the older girl. Annette purred, leaned down slightly and kissed Jennie once on her left cheek, in a cruel gesture of sarcastic mock motherliness. She followed with a full but quick lips-to-lips kiss. Then, upright again, she stated “I really think you should pick on someone more suitable for your abilities next time, honey, maybe someone 6 inches shorter, or 20 years olderrrRRRRRAAAAARGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The speech came to a shrieking, screaming conclusion as Jennie, with one last throw of the dice, bit hard onto Ann’s right nipple, this time though not with her front teeth....Jennie forced the nipple into the side of her mouth and chomped down using her more powerful side teeth, like a child clamping onto a candy bar, first gnashing hard, then sawing side to side with nightmarish desire to maim. The brunette threw her head back now....Jennie growled like a rabid wildcat. The move didn’t last long. Jennie’s teeth soon met, and she felt the sickening feeling of something loose in her mouth. She stood upright and gagged quietly before spitting the detached nipple straight into the face of her hated rival.

Annette frantically rubbed her right palm against her screaming breast and felt the alien feeling of her maimed tit. She charged at Jennie, fists flying, and hammered the blonde once, twice, three times, four times, five times, all smacking, thumping punches against the cheeks of the big girl. Jennie ran backwards at first, then, as Annette slowed down, she began to tread backwards, retreating as Annette advanced, the blonde’s backwards steps being tracked and copied by the forward steps of Annette. “I’m going to fucking kill you!” Ann almost sang, shaking her head in disbelief at the latest development of the fight. Jennie walked backwards some more, until she glanced sideways at the plates and cups on the sink draining area. She frantically grabbed a plate, and held it high over her head. “Stay back, you mad bitch!” Jennie warned. Annette kicked out again, smacking her bare foot into the side of Jennie’s upper left thigh. Jen swung the plate once and missed, then again , this time cracking against the side of Annette’s forehead. Annette staggered sideways, moving away from the blonde, as Jennie attacked again, this time breaking the heavy china plate against Annette, shards of white pottery flying around the battleground once known as the kitchen. Jennie saw her chance and shot her hands out, wrapping her fingers around Annette’s throat and shoving her entire body against the smaller dark haired girl. Jennie dug her thumbs so far onto Annette’s windpipe, her nails disappeared. “Give up! GIVEUP, you SLAG, or i’ll RIP YOUR THROAAAAAAAAAT out!” Annette felt the darkness of unconsciousness curtain down on her, as her airway became totally cut off. “GET off me YOUUUUUUCOWWWWWWWW!”. Jen continued. “GIVE UP!”. Annette had no choice, the 39 year old siren had no choice whatsoever. “Ok, ok, ok, OKAYYYYYYYYYY.....YOU WIN!” she screamed, as Jennie opened her eyes wide with excitement and shock, jumping back then jumping into the air, with a triumphant “YESSSSSSSSSSSS!” Russell muttered a shocked but excited “whoa!” at the sight of his wife’s victory. Annette, meanwhile, leapt towards Jen, swinging wildly with claws outstretched. She never made contact, as Russell leapt between the women and grabbed Annette by the wrists. “Hey, it’s over, it’s OVER! You quit, SHE won!” Annette thrust, thrashed and hurled her limbs around, screaming and spitting at a trembling but triumphant Jennie. Russell held on though, struggling , writhing, but successfully restraining the murderous dark haired devilbitch. Jennie smirked calmly. She sashayed to the corner of the room, where the clean laundry was, and, with feminine slinky, catlike moves, slipped on a towelling bathrobe, tying the knot on the gown’s belt with deliberate slowness. She blew a kiss to the still insanely driven woman in the opposite corner of the room. “I’ve enjoyed tonight, we must do it again sometime.....maybe after you’ve taken some self defence lessons?” Annette screamed an earsplitting banshee wail in Russell’s ear. Jennie continued, swaying towards the door. Oh, and don’t bleed over my husband, or i’ll bill you for his soap costs!” The blonde threw the door open and walked out , head held high, only turning back to shoot an erect middle finger up towards the older girl. “Useless Bitch!” she snapped as the door closed behind her.

Jennie wandered slowly down the corridor, shafts of electric light streaming through the doors thin glass windows behind her. As she walked through the dark passageway, she pondered the fight, and it’s repercussions on her future life. “Now let me think, there’s quite a few other bitches i’d LOVE to get tit to tit with.....which one shall i choose first? “ she thought. There certainly was one or two who she really wanted to get her claws into......

“Now what the hell is that husband of mine doing now?” she whispered to herself as the lights in the kitchen continued to stream silently out of the door glass into the dark corridor......!

THE END! Hope you all liked this, there are more opponents for Jennie if you’re interested!)