The ReJuv Chronicles© - London Encounter
by Felix Gato 2015
Chapter 1
A cold November rain fell steadily, swept along a narrow, climbing London cobblestone street by a low, moaning wind. Windows set in antique stone walls, gracing houses hard against the street, were tightly shuttered. Thick and weathered wooden doors were securely barred and bolted. A lone, wrought-iron gas lamp, standing fast at the crest of the gently-climbing street, glowed sullenly, throwing anemic shadows across rain-spattered cobbles. The waning afternoon promised only a sullen night to follow. Dreariness prevailed.
Across this inhospitable landscape, a diminutive figure, clad in a long Loden cape, made its way up the street. The distinctive clicking of high heels against the wet stones betrayed the figure was a woman - from the cadence and purpose in her step, most likely a young woman. Though the woman’s hood nearly covered her head and face, a few wisps of lightly-curled, jet-black hair managed to protrude.
With evident determination, she climbed the hill, intently studying the signs above the doorways. Arriving at a weathered grey alcove, she checked the sign above the door, then produced from under her cloak an ornate brass key. With a small, well-manicured hand, she inserted the key into the worn lock, and worked it open. The lock relented, and she used the massive brass handle to pull the heavy door open.
The narrow foyer into which she entered sported a high, beamed ceiling and a flagstone floor. A stained-glass window set high in the wall facing the street grudgingly admitted a failing light. A fat beeswax candle burned unsteadily in a brass candlestick set on a small, highly-polished table. On a deeply-carved oak coat rack in one corner, a long purple wool cloak already hung securely. It was beaded with rain.
After closing and locking the heavy door behind her, the young woman doffed her cape and shook it free of rain as best she could. She hung it carefully on the coat rack, next to the one already there. In the little available light, a stunning beauty was revealed. She was a petite brunette, with lightly-curled, jet-black hair loosely draped to the middle of her back. Her face was classically beautiful, with emerald-green eyes and a delicately-shaped, pouting, red mouth. High cheekbones and a finely-chiseled jawline graced her visage. Her skin was flawless. She had the body of a dancer, shapely and lithe. Her breasts were large for her frame, and proudly uplifted. Her trim waist flared into sensuous hips. Her legs were long and shapely.
She was wearing an obviously expensive, low-cut, red silk blouse. Its top few buttons were unfastened, revealing a deep cleavage. Around her delicate neck was fastened a thin, black satin choker, to which was affixed a miniature ivory cameo. Huge gold hoop earrings framed her face. The blouse she wore was paired with a black leather miniskirt, cut to mid-thigh. A racy, narrow slit up one side revealed a creamy, naked thigh. Her small hands sported long, precisely-manicured fingernails. The glossy polish was blood-red. The brunette’s diminutive feet were clad in black patent-leather sandals sporting wicked, 6-inch stiletto heels. The aggressive footwear was affixed to her dainty ankles with a pair of thin leather straps. These were secured with tiny brass locks.
Let us call our brunette Alicia, though her name was not important. Taking a deep breath, she advanced carefully into a large room, evidently a salon of some sort. A massive wooden table held a blue, earthenware vase containing a large spray of fresh flowers. The table was adorned with more flickering beeswax candles. In front of the flowers, placed where it could not be missed, a small brass dish held what appeared to be an expensive, cream-colored calling card. In elegant cursive writing, it simply said - “Upstairs”. Pursing her luscious lips quizzically, she looked around and spied at the back of the room a narrow, wrought-iron circular staircase. Without hesitation, she left the calling card in the brass dish and headed for the staircase.
Chapter 2
Less than half an hour earlier, another young woman had arrived at the same address. She too had come in from the rain and hung her cloak on the waiting wall rack. She too had seen and read the small calling card. She had smiled to herself, and then headed for the circular staircase.
Once at the first-floor landing, she spied an open door giving into a sumptuous master suite. She entered the suite and surveyed her surroundings. Set against one wall was a massive, four-poster bed carved of dense, dark oak. Heavy purple curtains hung from its cross-posts, securely fastened to the uprights with lustrous gold brocade.
Two soft, brown matching leather chairs rested against another wall. Several obviously expensive, tasteful oil paintings graced the paneled walls. The floor was made of dark, highly-polished pine planking. White wool rugs covered a wide area in front of an imposing fieldstone fireplace. A fire had been set in the hearth and was crackling quietly as it burned. Since the fireplace provided the room’s only light, the ruddy flames caused long shadows to dance against the opposite wall. A high window, partially-opened, allowed the sound of the heavy November rainfall to drift down into the chamber.
Against one wall, a small but well-stocked wooden bar held crystal stemware, a silver ice bucket and top-shelf liquors. The young woman made herself a generous drink, then walked up to and eased herself into one of the leather chairs. She crossed her legs and took a sip of her drink. She looked for all the world like a smug, self-contented cat that had found the perfect perch.
Our young lady was probably in her late teens or early twenties. She might more accurately be described as sexy than beautiful. She was a blonde with auburn highlights, her straight hair hanging down over her breasts, reaching nearly to her waist. She had the body of a high-priced call-girl; one that, with a single glance, would stop you dead in your tracks and leave you speechless. Her ample, muscular thighs and long, shapely legs looked as if they should be insured for millions. Her narrow waist tapered up to a pair of proud, uplifted breasts. Her face was striking and seemed barely to conceal, just below the surface, notes of rapacious appetites. Her small, perfectly-shaped lips were sensuous, and her eyes were aqua blue.
She wore a shockingly short, white minidress which rose alluringly high on her bare thighs as she leaned back in the luxuriously soft leather chair. The Lycra dress sported three-quarter-length sleeves, a plunging V-neck cut nearly to the waist, and thin gold lacing that barely held together the front of the dress. The laces were tied in a coy bow just over her bare bosom, and the loose strands dangled provocatively over her deep décolletage. The blonde had paired her dress with gold pumps, adorned with 6-inch stiletto heels. By way of accessories, she had added more than a few gold and white bangles at both wrists, and several gold rings on both hands. Large gold hoop earrings hung from her ears. Her long, perfectly-manicured nails were painted a high-gloss white.
Let us call our blonde Ashley. Like Alicia, she had never been to this address. Like Alicia, she would never visit here again. And like some of her previous encounters, not dissimilar to this one, she knew nothing about the woman who would soon arrive to meet her. She knew only that they would fight. Theirs would be a vicious, savage battle with no rules. And the fighting would continue until both were satisfied. After all – isn’t that what she had signed up for?
Chapter 3
Alicia proceeded to the wrought-iron circular staircase, her stiletto heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and ascended carefully on her towering black sandals. As she climbed the staircase, she paused a moment when she caught the whiff of an unfamiliar perfume. A fleeting smile crossed her face, as if a lingering question had been suddenly answered; she then climbed the remaining steps almost eagerly.
The brunette reached the landing, quickly looked around, then headed towards the room from which a soft glow emanated from a partially-opened door. She arrived at the master suite’s entrance, and paused again. Without being aware she was doing so, she smoothed her short black skirt over her bare thighs, and opened a bit wider the collar of her red blouse. She brushed a strand of loose hair from her face and took a deep breath. She then entered the room with all the confidence she could muster.
The room was dim, illuminated only by the glow of the burning fire. Once Alicia’s vision adjusted to the light, the stunning blonde in her racy white dress came into focus. Avid curiosity filled the brunette’s mind. This blonde appeared to be very close to Alicia’s own size and height, and she seemed just as hot. Her face, hair and body rivaled Alicia’s and, if anything, her short white dress was even more risqué and provocative than Alicia’s own outfit. That the blonde appeared so relaxed, ensconced in her brown leather chair, was more than a little unnerving. Ashley’s bare legs were crossed high at the thighs, and she was ever-so-casually dangling one gold pump from her left foot. She was obviously waiting for someone. Alicia knew that that someone could be none other than herself.
Determined not to appear daunted by such an overt display of casual sexuality, Alicia strode decisively into the room. She walked to the fireplace, stepping onto the soft white rugs strewn by the edge of the hearth. She fought to suppress any reaction that might reveal her concern to the fact that the blonde was intently scrutinizing her every move.
Alicia made an obvious show of casually warming herself by the fire, then turned as nonchalantly as she could to face the blonde. Without uttering a word, the brunette opened a bit the distance between her high heels, adopting a more aggressive stance. Her full, bare thighs strained a little against the confines of her tight leather skirt.
Holding the blonde’s gaze in her own, Alicia slowly raised her manicured hands to her hair and ran her fingers suggestively through the long, dark tresses. She casually loosened the luxurious strands and allowed them to fall carelessly to her shoulders and behind her back. She then reached for the top of her red blouse and oh-so-slowly unfastened one, then two, more buttons. The silk fabric separated obligingly and further exposed the deep plunge between her copious breasts. Finally, the brunette brought her hands to her hips, taking care that her long red nails pointed forward, then tilted her head a little to one side. The expression on her face communicated an unmistakable message, which her stance only underscored; such a challenge was instantly recognizable to any woman in the world!
Any woman including Ashley! After watching the brunette’s provocative performance with rapt attention, Ashley understood it was her turn. Casually, she reached over to a side table and carefully deposited her now empty, old-fashioned glass. Then, in one fluid motion, she rose gracefully - almost cat-like - from her chair. Balancing on her towering gold pumps, she made a show of smoothing her ultra-short white dress over her muscular thighs. As she did so, she used the opportunity to slowly preen her long, perfectly-manicured white fingernails. She then leaned forward to vigorously shake loose her long, blonde mane. Once done, and locking her deep blue eyes with Alicia’s, she slowly brought her hands to the top of her V-neck, reached for the gold lace holding the front of her dress together, and tugged. The half-hearted knot untied easily. With obvious deliberateness, she further separated her now-loosened V-neck, further exposing the tops of her generous, uncovered breasts. With these preliminaries out of the way, Ashley took a deep breath and advanced towards Alicia.
The blonde moved gracefully, almost gliding. Her hands rested easily by her sides. After what seemed an agonizingly long moment, Ashley closed the space between herself and Alicia. She stopped only inches away from the brunette. The two young women were now face-to-face. The small distance between them crackled with raw animal energy.
Ashley scrutinized the brunette. Alicia’s pupils were now dilated and her nostrils were a little flared. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. More than once already, she had unconsciously run her tongue across her lips. Her long fingernails, unbidden, were digging a little into her flared hips. The brunette was clearly excited. Aroused. Eager.
Ashley was not unaffected by her rival’s physiological state. The small hairs at the back of the blonde’s neck tingled. She felt her bare nipples, already fully erect, chafe against the fabric of her dress. She felt a growing moisture between her thighs, and her face was flushed. She hoped in vain that the brunette facing her did not notice.
The tension between the two was almost too much to bear. Blue eyes held green eyes in a contest all their own. Pent-up energy silently cried out to be released. A catalyst, a signal, anything, was needed, and urgently. Both had come to this place of their own accord. Both knew they were only here to engage in a catfight whomever they would encounter. Both knew nothing more - and nothing more was needed. Now the moment had finally arrived – it was time to fight!
Chapter 4
It was Alicia who broke the stalemate. Leaning towards Ashley, she raised her clawed hands and reached for the blonde’s long tresses. As she wound her fingers tightly into the blonde’s hair, she felt Ashley’s hands dive into her own hair, and entwine her fingers in her own dark curls. The young women now held each other securely by the hair, but as yet took no further action. They were in no hurry. They knew they had all night, and that no one would interfere in their fracas. They were going to make the most of the time they had together.
Fingers soon curled into fists, and the hair-pulling started explosively. Two heads went back simultaneously as each girl pulled down and back with all her might. They did not yank and tear at each other’s hair – not yet. Now, they simply wanted the fight to be joined, to feel that battle had been offered and accepted. Moans escaped both their lips as they struggled for balance on their high heels. Their hair-pulling was vigorous, but meant only to put their rival on notice that they were ready and eager for more serious hostilities to commence.
After a few moments of inconclusively dragging each other around by the hair, Ashley decided to up the ante. Both girls had earlier flashed barely-hidden cleavage to each other, and it was time for one of them to act on the offered gambit. The blonde could not long decline the obvious challenge! Freeing her right hand from Alicia’s hair, she clawed her fingers, exposing long, white nails, and thrust them vigorously into the opening of the brunette’s red silk blouse, just above the last fastened button. With gusto, she tore down eagerly and managed to rip away all the remaining buttons. The material fell open, exposing the brunette’s naked breasts. A trail of four red nail marks appeared from between Alicia’s breasts to her bare stomach.
A cry, more of embarrassment than pain, escaped from Alicia’s lips. What Ashley had just done was not unexpected - though the brunette would have been happier if she had ripped open the blonde’s white bodice first. She could not survey what Ashley had done because the blonde still had her by the hair and was pulling her head backwards. But she knew Ashley had struck first, and the attack needed an answer - immediately!
Releasing her right hand from the blonde’s tresses, Alicia reached for the already-loosened neckline of Ashley’s dress. Her clawed fingers felt for the laces, and found them. Grabbing them tightly, she yanked down savagely. Her efforts succeeded admirably! The fragile eyelets holding the lace gave way, and the front of the white dress separated, exposing the blonde’s full, uncovered breasts. Alicia’s red nails left marks that ran from between the blonde’s tits nearly to her belly button.
Now that each had meaningfully hurt the other, each girl, as if by mutual consent, released the other’s hair and took a step back. The dancing fire illuminated the excitement in their faces. Their pupils were dilated, and they were breathing from open mouths; they were clearly aroused. Mussed blonde hair and gold hoop earrings framed Ashley’s flushed face, while disheveled black curls and an identical set of gold hoop earrings framed Alicia’s visage. The fighting had finally started, and both girls were grateful. Each observed with satisfaction that she had forcefully exposed the other’s tits, tearing off what little protection any fabric might initially have offered. Now, the sight of exposed and vulnerable breasts was too tempting a target to resist. Claws yearned to rake, cut, gouge and draw blood. Preliminaries were mercifully out of the way – it was time for some good, old-fashioned catfighting!
Hellcats that they were, both girls actually parted a bit further the now-torn material that had covered their breasts. They wanted unequivocally to demonstrate that they were not daunted by what both knew was coming. Each wanted her rival to understand that, once the tit mauling started, she would willingly trade injury to her own breasts for the opportunity to hurt her rival’s. Neither was naïve enough to believe she could inflict pain without getting hurt in return, but it was important to signal that this arrangement was perfectly acceptable! Now, mouths open to breathe more easily, they brought up their long fighting talons and eagerly closed the distance between them.
In one furious moment, sharp, polished claws hungrily sought and found their targets. Ashley reached for Alicia’s brown nipples, while the brunette brought her long red nails to the tops of her rival’s tits. With gusto, each girl raked and clawed her rival’s breasts, considering an attack successful only if blood was drawn. Moans of pain escaped their lips as each strove to hurt the other, but neither shrank from the contest. Each dug her stiletto heels deeper into the white carpet, refusing to retreat, while daring her rival to do her damnest.
They fought like this for some time. Tears of pain fell from their eyes, and occasional cries escaped involuntarily from their lips. Their breasts were crisscrossed with long, crimson scratches, and their pouting nipples were cut and bleeding. Still, they did not stop. They were there to hurt each other, and this breast-mauling was as vicious a way to do so as they could want. Far from satisfied, they continued to flay each other’s tits with their claws, using the edges to cut their rival’s flesh. Each new attack produced more marks, and more blood. Each girl’s long nails were now decorated with more than their original polish – glistening blood from their rival’s tits added crimson highlights.
Finally, feeling this duel had served its intended purpose, Alicia pushed Ashley away and stepped back from their encounter. Ashley, still wild-eyed from pain and lust, glared at the brunette and worried for a moment that Alicia had had enough and wanted to stop fighting. The blonde had not had nearly enough! Her fears, however, were quickly allayed.
She watched with rapt attention as the brunette slowly removed and cast aside her torn red blouse. Her large bleeding breasts, torso and arms were now starkly naked – uncovered and exposed. She followed this by unzipping her short, black leather miniskirt and easing it over her hips and long legs. She kicked the garment aside casually, and turned to face Ashley. The brunette was now clad in only a tiny, black silk thong and black stiletto heels. Her shapely, naked thighs and legs were magnificent. This impromptu striptease completed, she brought her clawed hands back to her hips and arched one eyebrow at Ashley in an unvoiced challenge. Her answer was not long in coming. Not to be outdone, Ashley quickly doffed her torn white dress and let it fall to the floor. With one gold pump, she kicked it aside onto the white rug. Like her rival, she was clad now in only a thin, white G-string and gold stiletto heels. Her legs and thighs were fully Alicia’s equal. She brought her own clawed hands to her hips, and glared at the brunette.
The young, nearly-naked hellions were grateful for an opportunity to survey the damage each had done to the other. They could see that each had well-bloodied the other’s tits. Though their chests were still heaving from their first duel, and their hair hung wildly about their faces and naked shoulders, each wanted more than anything for the fighting to continue – and indeed, intensify. Each wanted nothing more than more pain, more hurt – more violence! Ashley, acting on a deeply-primitive urge, took a deep breath and steeled herself for a new, more savage duel. Brushing aside errant strands of blonde hair from her face, she once more brought up her claws and moved towards her rival. She eagerly yearned now for dirty fighting!
Chapter 5
[Aside: It bears reminding here that Rejuv enabled this encounter. Both Alicia and Ashley had taken a tablet before setting out for their encounter, knowing full well the effects the drug would later have. All injuries they would sustain in their upcoming battle would heal completely within a few days. They reveled in the freedom this afforded them. They could with impunity indulge their most vicious and violent catfight fantasies. That the cost of one Rejuv tablet was north of a week’s salary for a young, professional English woman was immaterial to them – the elixir made their love of catfighting possible. For that privilege, they would gladly have paid twice the price!]
Alicia tensed when she saw Ashley advance towards her. The brunette knew that another duel was in the offing. The breast-mauling had been but the starter in their planned banquet of pain – now, it was time for more substantial fare!
Once the blonde closed to striking distance, Alicia reached up and slapped Ashley full across the face. The blow was evidently not fully expected, for the blonde’s head flew back, producing a storm of blonde hair behind her. Before Ashley could retaliate, Alicia slapped her face again, this time backhanded.
Ashley howled in pain and indignation. She took an involuntary step backward, glowering at her rival. She was embarrassed that she had let Alicia steal the initiative. It was time to retake it! Advancing once more on her rival, the blonde furiously hurled the back of her right hand across Alicia’s face. Ashley had anticipated the encounter might include a slapping fight, and had taken care to wear several gold rings, carefully selected for their sharp and uneven surfaces. These now proved their worth by cutting the brunette’s face in several places. Alicia let out a piercing scream, which only served to inflame and encourage the blonde. Ashley followed her attack with several more rapid slaps, adding new cuts to the brunette’s already bleeding face. This was more like it!
Alicia hadn’t worn rings, but she’d prepared for the fight with a fresh manicure, and her long, carefully sharpened nails would serve just as well to damage her rival’s face. Bringing up both clawed hands, she screamed at Ashley and brought ten razor claws to her face. With zeal, she raked the weapons across the blonde’s face, cutting her cheeks and forehead in several places. Ashley howled in pain, but did not retreat from the assault. She understood this new duel must be fought at close quarters. Both girls knew their faces were being savaged, but this knowledge seemed only to spur them to greater violence; if anything, they were eager for more pain and mayhem!
Their furious face-mauling had gone on for some time when the contest once more took a new turn. Ashley’s blue eyes flashed with malice as she took in the brunette’s countenance. She had to concede grudgingly that her rival still looked beautiful, in spite of the bleeding cuts and scratches her face had endured. Now, Ashley yearned to disfigure her rival further. Her opportunity came when a strand of Alicia’s black hair fell momentarily away from her face, allowing the light from the dancing fire to glitter on one of the brunette’s large gold hoop earrings. Ashley conceived the idea and acted upon it in the same instant.
She brought both hands into the brunette’s disheveled mane, grabbed both of Alicia’s earrings, and tore them savagely from the brunette’s earlobes! Alicia screamed desperately in pain, and was momentarily stunned by the attack’s fury. Ashley beamed in vicious delight as she watched droplets of blood from Alicia’s torn earlobes smear into the brunette’s hair, and fall onto her naked neck and shoulders. Alicia, crazed with pain, could not allow this latest attack to go unanswered, and immediately sought revenge. Her hands were soon in Ashley’s blonde tresses, where her long fingers securely wound themselves around her rival’s own gold hoops. With all the force she could muster, Alicia ripped down and tore the hoops from her rival’s earlobes. Once more, the attack caused flesh to tear and blood to spill. Ashley screamed in turn, and Alicia smiled with grim satisfaction. The fight was even once more!
Chapter 6
Both fighters’ eyes welled with tears from the pain they had just inflicted on each other. The ferocity of their earrings attacks was undeniable, but neither girl was under the illusion that this latest duel would be their last one. Both understood there was pain and hurt yet to mete out – and endure!
With grim determination, they reached up to once more wind their fingers tightly in each other’s tresses. Perhaps only to catch their breath, or to secure a moment to plan their next move, they dragged each other around by the hair. As they moved through the room and away from the white rug, their stiletto heels clicked angrily on the hardwood floor. Their muscled legs and luscious thighs flexed provocatively, and their generous, scantily-clad buttocks bounced in time. Several times, they collided against the foot of the solid oak bed. Their heaving breasts and occasional grunts of pain attested to the fact that, even during this simple contest, they were still doing their best to hurt each another.
Once this this ballet of pain had lasted for some moments, Alicia decided once more to escalate the fighting – after all, she hadn’t traveled to this rendezvous simply to pull hair! Taking a deep breath, she released her grip on Ashley’s blonde locks and forcefully stepped back from her rival. Ashley was somewhat surprised at this behavior, and feared anew that the brunette might be signaling her surrender. However, she soon realized that some new wickedness had occurred to the brunette and, while she didn’t know what her rival had in mind, Ashley had already decided she would agree to it. She would not refuse any proffered challenge, no matter how outrageous!
Alicia defiantly tossed back her long, black hair, then strode purposefully to one side of the four-poster bed. She reached up and unfastened the gold brocade holding back the heavy purple curtains. Silently, the panels fell into place, effectively creating a substantial barrier on one side of the bed. She walked around to the other side and loosed the other panel. Once these panels had fallen into place, Alicia returned to the foot of the bed and climbed lithely onto it. She fell to all fours onto the black mink throw, and crawled suggestively to the center of the bed, the while giving Ashley a provocative view of her thong-clad derrière, full thighs and black stiletto heels. Once at the center, she turned to face Ashley, rose to her knees and reclined on her haunches. She brought her hands, nails extended, to rest lightly on her naked thighs. She cocked her head a little and pursed her lips obscenely at Ashley. Her unkempt mane of black hair framed her ravaged and bleeding but still attractive face. Her entire demeanor communicated an urgent message – come fight me!
Ashley smiled grimly at Alicia’s spunk. The girl was a real hellcat! The blonde was pleased – she had expected no less, and would have been disappointed with a lesser adversary. Without hesitation, she accepted the challenge. With cat-like agility, she alighted onto the bed, turned, and released the last curtain panel. It fell into place behind her. The girls were now confined to a darker, more intimate arena. The heavy draperies provided psychological boundaries, seeming to urge the fighters to come even closer together for more savage combat. The bed, though large enough for both of them both, still defined an arena in which movement would be somewhat restricted. Additionally, the heavy cloth would soon begin to trap the fighters’ body heat. Finally, the arena was very dim – the only light available was from the fire’s dancing flames, reflected from the ceiling.
Ashley paused a moment to gather her wits. Alicia, not missing a beat, and sensing hesitation in her rival, took advantage of the pause to once more drop to all fours, claws extended. Her heavy breasts and long black hair dangled provocatively. Holding Ashley’s gaze with her own, she arched her back, scratched at the air, and actually mewed several times like a cat in heat. Undaunted by this suggestive display, Ashley dropped to all fours in kind. Her cascading blonde tresses and pendulous breasts presented tempting targets of their own. Having assumed these cat-like poses, both girls advanced warily towards one another. As they approached the center of the bed, they slowly circled, head to toe, looking for an opening. Clad now only in tiny thongs and stiletto heels, preening razor-sharp claws, this provocative slow-motion dance could advance to only one outcome – a new eruption of violence. And indeed, both girls yearned for nothing more!
Alicia had proffered the catty challenge, but Ashley was proud that she struck first. While supporting herself on her left arm, she reached over and thrust her right hand between the brunette’s wide-open legs. Clawing her fingers, she rapidly and savagely raked the inside of the brunette’s left thigh, leaving long bleeding scratches in the wake of her war talons. Alicia screamed again, and attempted to protect her inner thigh, but the vicious attack successfully continued. Indeed, Ashley seemed to take a perverse encouragement from Alicia’s distress, and redoubled her efforts.
Alicia, her inner thigh burning with pain, reached for the blonde’s shapely ass and savagely tore from it the tiny white G-string it barely covered. It fell, torn, to the bed. Now the blonde was wearing only gold pumps!
In spite of these initial flourishes, they were not yet ready to abandon their cat-like stances. While still circling, they considered what further attacks they could wreak on each other. At one moment, Ashley thought she sensed hesitation in Alicia’s circling, and immediately sprang into action. With surprising speed, she whirled around and found herself behind Alicia. From this vantage point, she launched herself onto Alicia’s back. In a flash, she entwined her naked legs with her rival’s, and now controlled the brunette from the rear. The advantage was as compelling as it was irresistible. With evident glee, she reached her clawed right hand around to Alicia’s face, and started raking at her eyes, cheeks and neck. Alicia was crazy with pain, and tried mightily to throw her attacker – to no avail. Savoring her advantage, Ashley next brought her right hand to Alicia’s right breast, and added many new bleeding scratches to her already savaged tit.
The duel was not going well for Alicia, and she knew she had to retaliate quickly and forcefully to stay in the fight. She bucked and thrashed as energetically as she could, and finally managed to dislodge the blonde. Ashley fell next to Alicia on the bed, a bit disoriented from landing on her back. Alicia knew she had but scant seconds to exploit her momentary advantage. She rose to her knees, spun around, and quickly brought her head to between the blonde’s naked thighs. Inflamed by the cxnt odors wafting from between the blonde’s legs, Alicia bared her sharp white teeth and bit and tore at Ashley’s moist thighs. The blonde’s screaming and writhing beneath her let her know her attacks were having the desired effect. Not content with thigh meat, the brunette wanted more vulnerable fare. Eagerly, she brought her face fully to the blonde’s pussy. With frenzied zeal, she bared her teeth once more, then chomped down on the blonde’s pouting cxnt lips. She ground her teeth in savage delight, and was rewarded with a rich taste of blood, sweat and cxnt juices. She smeared her face into the mixture as she injured her rival almost beyond comprehension.
Ashley was delirious with pain, but was not ready to surrender. With heroic effort, she managed to tear off Alicia’s black thong, and bring her own teeth to her rival’s womanhood. Free now from all restraint, and free to practice the most furious savagery, they bit and chomped at each other’s cxnts for what seemed hours. Finally, with a very loud scream, Alicia’s body experienced several strong spasms, and she passed out.
Ashley actually could not move for some time; she stayed as she was when the contest abruptly ended, nestled between Alicia’s now bleeding thighs and cxnt. Eventually, she managed to extricate herself from the catball, and rose unsteadily to her feet. Surprisingly, she was still wearing her gold pumps. She looked down at the woman she had bested in elemental combat, and smiled grimly. The brunette bitch would think twice before accepting another catfight challenge from a blonde!
Ashley considered cleaning herself up before departing, then decided against it. The fighting done, all she wanted now was to head home to review in her own bed the vicious catfight she had has just won. She knew she would make herself cum many times while reviewing the blow-by-blow memories firmly etched in her mind.
She headed for the staircase, and descended to the ground floor. She estimated several hours might have passed. She strode to the foyer, grabbed her long purple cloak from its hook, and wrapped it tightly around her bleeding and injured body. The pain was intense, but the feeling of victory was stronger. As she pushed open the heavy wooden door to let herself out, she was already wondering what her next contest might be like. But one thing at a time!
