Here is the repost of part 2 of the series. Parts 3 and 4 to follow and part 5 in the works right now. Enjoy
The Queen Bitch Pt.2 - "Desert Storm"
Tara strolled past the self-defence class on her way to her office. As per usual, all the guys’ heads turned to eye up the formidable figure of the Special Forces officer. Tara caught sight of Fresh and winked as she past. A badly bruised Tasha could say or do nothing as her conquerer flirted with her boyfriend.
Julie on the other hand had nothing but evil looks for her senior-ranking officer. Brought in 6 months ago to replace Tara as the elite forces self defence instructor, she had been constantly clashing with Tara after receiving constant criticism over the way she trained her students and for being to violent with them. At 21, Tara who had moved up the ranks was wise enough to handle the fiery 19-year-old redhead. She never got involved in any verbal slanging matches with Julie, although Julie always tried to incite the officer by deliberately pushing in front of her in the lunch queues, or by rubbing shoulders with her if they would pass in a corridor. This was about to change as Julie, eager to incite Tara more, shouted out for Fresh to come to the front for a technique demonstration. Tara slowed down almost to a halt, watching her new love interest move to the front of the tent. Tara then watched in horror as Julie sent a kick in between Fresh's legs that stopped about a centimetre short of his groin. As Fresh sent his hands down to protect himself, Julie followed up by grabbing him by his shoulders crouching down, and then in one motion, drove her leg into his stomach and pulled back, sending Fresh tumbling over her. Fresh would have fallen on to Julie had it not been for the fact that Julie extended her leg and motioned it behind her, sending Fresh crashing to the ground behind her. To finish off, Julie flipped over landing directly on top of Fresh, with her well-endowed chest planted firmly on Fresh's face starving him of air. Tara rushed over grabbing Julie by the back of her T-shirt and threw her off Fresh before tending to him to see if he was ok. After being assured that he was ok, Tara turned to face Julie, now on her feet facing her class. "And that's how you deal with the enemy in three easy steps", Julie told her class. Tara walked up to Julie with a furious look on her face. Not wanting the class to overhear, she scolded the redhead about her violent demonstrations and before walking away, warned her that if it continued she would be suspended. Julie just laughed at her superior, "Suspend me! No honey, the only thing that needs suspension around here are those punchbags you've sewn onto your chest". Most of the class were now trying to hold back form laughing, some girls failing. Tara turned around, realising that she was going to have to teach this hotshot a lesson. "Oh really? Why don’t you see if you can pin me like you pinned Fresh", challenged Tara. Julie had wanted to duel with Tara for some time now, and her response was instant. "My chest will be the last thing you see", she answered.
Julie then turned to her class. "We have a special guest for today’s lesson, Tara has volunteered to allow me demonstrate to you all how to pin your opponent". The class began murmuring sensing that one, that was not the truth and two, after all the tension built up between these two; they were finally going to have it out. Tara, dressed in her daily wear was wearing a super-thin nylon shiny metallic khaki shirt, tight enough to reveal the perfect form of her 36DDD breasts jutting out from her chest like a set of torpedoes. Below she had a matching long skirt, made out of the same material that clung very tightly around her well-toned behind dropping down over her legs only just disguising their form. Julie wasn’t alone in her resentment of Tara. A great deal of the female soldiers disliked Tara, one of the reasons being that while they were all forced to sweat it out in army regulation pants, long skirts and boots that were thick and uncomfortable, Tara's summer ensemble was very much non standard, in fact it was designer. Her rank as a superior officer allowed her to wear non-standard uniform without too much trouble. As Julie warmed up with stretching exercises, Tara took off her black high heel shoes revealing her stocking covered feet. She wore heels when she had non-training days, another perk of being an officer. Upon removal of her shoes, Tara's figure sank down to a respectable 5'6" an inch taller than Julie whose 5'5" figure continued to exercise in the background. Tara began to walk towards Julie, each step revealing her model type legs, meaty thighs and defined calves as her long dress stretched so taut it actually limited the size of her footsteps. Julie stopped, standing upright to face her opponent. Julie's white T-shirt did little to conceal the size of her 36C breasts that although were not encased by a bra, did defy gravity enough to make you think that they were. Below she wore army standard pants that looked about 3 sizes too small and army issue boots that brought her height level up to Tara’s now that the officer only had stockings covering her feet, much to the guys delight. Julie looked somewhat like a girl next to Tara, even though her figure was quite respectable, the shear size of Tara’s breasts was enough to make anyone feel inadequate.
The base was in the desert and the training tent was spacious enough to house this contest. The students made space in the middle as they gathered round in a ring around the two females. The women agreed that to win you had to pin your opponent till she submitted either by word or by tapping out. Tara assumed her fighter’s stance as did the redhead Julie, and by signal of Fresh, the challenge began.
The two locked hands in the centre trying to drive each other back. Donning army issue boots, Julie had a significant advantage over Tara's stockings and Tara found herself being driven back, her feet leaving dust in their tracks as they were skidding along the hard ground. In an instant, Tara let go of Julie's hands and grabbed her by the waist. Using Julie's motion, she sidestepped the young redhead and swung her round by her waist, throwing her to the ground in the process. Before Julie knew what was happening, Tara was on top of her, sitting on top of the now shocked girl, her ass planted firmly on her stomach. Tara pinned down her arms with her knees and pushed down hard on Julie's shoulders preventing the girl from making any movement. Julie struggled furiously and bucked wildly, but it was to no avail as the ex-senior instructor had her firmly secured. Tara peered down at her trapped foe, "Do you give?” she asked Julie. Tara had just completed her question when Julie bucked wildly sending Tara's ass a few inches in the air. As it came crashing down back onto Julie's stomach, Tara suddenly saw a pair of boots in front of her face as Julie had used the leverage of her buck to raise her legs into the air and wrap them around Tara's neck. Immediately, Tara raised her hands up and grabbed Julie’s ankles trying to pry apart her legs that were now wrapped tightly around Tara’s neck. Julie began to swing Tara left and right and her once secure perch on top of Julie now looked in danger. Then after forcing Tara’s body all the way down to the right, Julie swung her legs all the way to the left, letting go at the last moment sending the dark-haired woman flying across the dirt. Julie’s formidable leg strength had sent Tara rolling a few metres away from her, and the race was on now to get up and get the advantage. Julie flipped back onto her feet in a second, and stormed towards a slightly dazed Tara, who was massaging her neck while trying to catch her breath from Julie’s attack. As Tara rose, Julie speared her and drove her to the floor. Quickly moving on top of Tara, Julie grabbed onto Tara’s wrists with both of her hands and pinned down her hands above her head as she moved herself to sit on top of Tara's chest; crushing Tara's breast's under her. Tara tried a similar trick to Julie by attempting to flip her legs up around Julie's neck, but the fact that Julie was sitting on Tara's chest as opposed to her stomach meant that she was out of reach. Julie grinned down at Tara. "Had enough or do you want me to sit here all day"? She asked Tara.
Tara had no response; she was not even struggling. Then in an instant, Tara started to force her arms upward against Julie’s pressure. Julie felt her arms being severely out-powered by Tara despite the fact that she was on top of her. Tara finally raised her arms so that they were right in front of Julie’s face. Julie tried desperately to force Tara’s arms back to the ground but Tara’s arm strength was in a different league to Julie’s and as she out-powered her younger opponent. Tara then prised her hands apart and in a single motion twisted her hands around, breaking the hold that Julie had on them and then latched them back onto Julie’s wrists. Before Julie had even realised that it was now her wrists that were caught, Tara had forced her arms down to her sides and while still latched onto her wrists, grabbed onto Julie’s waist and threw the young redhead 180 degrees over her. Julie flipped through the air above Tara and landed heavily on her back and ass to come to rest in line with Tara, the two beauties now laying face up head to head with each other. Tara followed up instantly by executing the exact same move that Julie had earlier done on Fresh. In an instant Tara flipped herself backward to land on Julie with a full body splash, making sure that her chest was perfectly planted on Julie’s face. In an instant Tara pinned down Julie’s hands above her head and extended her legs fully down on top of Julie’s, locking her feet around Julie’s ankles to make sure that there would be no repeat escapes. Tara let gravity take over as her 125lbs perfect figure remained on top of the smothered instructor and for the second time she had the cocky redhead secured firmly under her superior body. Julie’s muffled screams were starting to get drowned out as the girls in the crowd willed her to fight back. The boys on the other hand were content to see the sexy officer breast smother their tyrant instructor. Nearly all the guys were completely fixed on Tara’s dominant position on top of Julie, her thin long skirt stretched to it’s extremes, revealed the amazing curves that Tara possessed in the lower half of her body. After a minute or so, Julie started tapping the ground with the back of her fingers. Tara asked Julie if she had had enough but did not rise up to let Julie respond. A muffled voice, barely audible was the reply and Tara asked the question again. Again, Julie’s response was barely audible. Tara, deciding that she had sufficiently taught the girl a lesson, lifted her chest up a few inches and re-asked the question. “Yes, Yes, I give!!!!”, Julie gasped. With that Tara lifted herself up off Julie and stood up. Julie lay there catching her breath while Tara dusted herself down from the dirt that was on her clothes. The guys now had a new focus as they latched their eyes onto the huge sweaty patch that had emerged on Tara’s chest, probably caused by Julie’s sweaty face, causing her bra and breasts to become slightly visible. Fresh had a huge smile on his face having just seen his new admirer put his tormentor in her place but his smile was about to turn into a look of shock. As Tara bent over to pick up her high-heels, Julie, who was now fully up and enraged, rushed over to the dark-haired hellcat and sent her right boot crashing into her ass. A huge cheer came out from the girls in the tent as they watched Tara fly forward a few feet and land heavily on her chest. Julie wasted no time in following up, rushing over to the fallen Tara and jumping down on top of her upper-back, flattening Tara’s chest in the process. Tara had been taken completely by surprise and now Julie was now in control. Pulling Tara’s head up by her hair, she then slammed it down into the ground, rubbing Tara’s face in the dirt. The girls cheered loudly as they watched Julie abuse Tara, but their cheers would be short lived as Tara reached round her back and grabbed onto Julie’s hair in return, throwing the redhead off her back. Julie landed hard on her back as before and quickly rolled away from Tara to prevent any further attack. Tara was first to rise, covered in dirt, she dusted herself down, and all except her chest area where the dirt had actually stuck to and coated the sweat soaked area. With a huge footprint on her arse, Tara assumed a martial arts stance as she faced Julie.
“I can see I’m going to have to teach you a real lesson”, She told the rising redhead. Julie assumed the same fight stance as Tara and the class watched in anticipation of the bout that was about to take place. Some guys were even placing bets on who would win. It seemed that the betting favoured Tara as she was being called out as odds on favourite even though some guys thought her skirt would restrict her kicking. Julie was being called out at 10-1 underdog with only a few taking up the offer.
Julie moved in first throwing a punch at Tara’s face that Tara easily blocked. Julie was undeterred and threw a five punch combination aiming a left and a right at Tara’s face again, following up with a right and a left to her stomach. Tara was quick enough to block the first two punches to her face and even managed to get down to parry the right to her gut. But the left, Julie’s faster hand, managed to double her over as it sunk into her shirt leaving her open for Julie’s conclusion to her combo, an uppercut to Tara’s defenceless chin that sent the woman stumbling back a few steps.
Julie closed in and attempted another punch to Tara’s beautiful face but Tara sidestepped the punch and lashed out with a right of her own that caught Julie on the cheek. Julie took a step back and launched a kick to Tara’s gut. Tara blocked it, took a step forward and punched Julie square in the face with a devastating right. This time Julie stumbled back a few steps, shaking her head and refocusing on her opponent. Julie came in again like a woman possessed, but Tara was ready for her and as soon as she was in striking range Tara let out a left to her cheek which stunned Julie. Tara moved in closer and buried a right into Julie’s gut. Julie doubled over and Tara brought her hands together to hammer them into her back sending Julie crashing to the floor. The girls in the crowd had gone silent by now as they watched the superior fighter give their instructor a lesson in front of them while the guys cheered on. “No more bets”, shouted the bookie as Julie hit the floor on her face.
Tara took a step back and peered down at Julie who was just getting to her knees.
“Want more?” questioned Tara as Julie remained on her knees catching her breath. Julie rubbed her nose and on examining her finger realised that Tara had caused it too bleed slightly.
“YOU BITCH!” screamed Julie and with that statement she grabbed hold of both of Tara’s legs by the ankles and pulled back viciously sending Tara crashing on her firm ass. Julie didn’t let up and began to pull her opponent across the ground towards her.
“5-1 on Julie”, screamed the bookie as he watched Tara’s skirt hike up to just below her knees as Julie dragged Tara’s arse along the ground.
Tara started to kick her legs furiously, but it as in vain as Julie had watched Tara's last fight and had seen how Tasha had taken full advantage of this position. Julie now had a good hold on Tara’s ankles and were more in control of Tara’s legs than she was. After dragging her on her back, Julie flipped Tara onto her front and dragged her across the ground on her front. Tara’s tried crawling away but only succeeded in raising up dust as Julie kept a good hold on her and kept dragging. Then, deciding she had had enough, Julie raised Tara’s legs up high in the air and let go, letting Tara fall heavily on her chest and knees. Tara let out a loud “oomph” as her now slightly abused chest absorbed the impact of her slamming.
“Julie, New evens favourite! Tara now 2-1” shouted the bookie as the class, now joined by surrounding classes, watched on.
Tara lay there on her front, recovering while Julie advanced to capitalise on her advantage. Just as Julie got close, Tara rolled onto her back, pulled her knees back to her chest and let fly with a huge double kick that drove straight into Julie’s stomach. Julie flew back from the force of the kick and landed on her ass in a sitting position. Tara wasted no time in getting up, flipping to her feet, she straightened out her skirt much to the guys’ disappointment and waited patiently for Julie to get up.
Julie rose up to her feet and the two beauties eyed each other up, each waiting for the other to make the first move. This time it was Tara, who closed in, faked a right to the face and launched a left hook into Julie’s gut. As Julie doubled over, Tara sent a right hook into the same place. Tara didn’t let up and took full advantage of Julie’s open chin by sending a straight right to it. Julie flew back from Tara’s phenomenal arm strength and desperately tried to counter sending a few weak punches that mostly hit the air. Tara just laughed as she advanced on the now weakened redhead. A right hook to the cheek followed up by two straight lefts to Julie’s nose had the youngster back-peddling as blood started to trickle down her face onto her T-shirt. Tara then demonstrated her superiority over the girl, sending an overhand punch to her forehead and then two hooks to her nose again. Julie stumbled back as more blood flew from her nose down her top. She tried in vain to counter sending her arms flailing around in the air attempting a few punches. Amazingly enough, one of them connected with Tara’s right breast. Tara squirmed momentarily as her melon-sized breast absorbed the blow but maintained her confident stance that was about her by now and responded by sending her right fist crashing down on top of Julie’s left breast. Julie screamed out as she grabbed her breast with her left hand. Tara did not let up though and sent an overhead right that came pounding down onto Julie’s right breast. Julie’s reaction was similar to the last attack and while both of her hands were covering her assets, Tara seized the advantage to move in real close.
“You wanna make this a catfight, have it your way” were Tara’s words as she grabbed onto Julie’s shoulders and sent her right knee crashing into Julie’s crotch. Julie’s legs buckled as her face had an expression of shock on it. Moans came from the crowd as little slips of papers were being thrown to the ground. As Tara let go of Julie, Julie collapsed in a heap on the floor, both hands holding her crotch.
Tara lay Julie out on the floor and sat on her stomach.
“I don’t know why all the girls go for my breasts? I think its because they are all jealous. Are you jealous Julie? Lets see what you have to be jealous about shall we”
With that, Tara did the unthinkable and ripped Julie’s T-shirt open like it was a shirt. Julie tried to hide her face but could do nothing as her assets popped free for all her class to see. For pride’s sake, Julie lashed out with a slap to Tara’s face, but Tara saw it coming and caught the redhead’s hand. Tara then trapped her opponent’s arms beneath her knees and just sent punch after punch into Julie’s breasts, beating them black and blue for at least a minute, occasionally hitting her in the face. Julie was now a sobbing mess, having been absolutely destroyed and humiliated by her senior and to make matters worse, in front of her class. Some girls actually wanted to remove Tara from on top of Julie but as they advanced, Tara turned to face them, her fists raised. The girls soon backed off. Tara finally got off Julie and pulled the girl to her feet by her hair. Examining her work, she held onto Julie’s hair with her left hand as she pounded further on her bruised and blood stained breasts with her right hand. Julie begged for her to stop but it was to no avail, she had got on the wrong side of the wrong person and now she was paying. Tara decided that she had had enough and while still holding Julie in position, sent another vicious knee to her crotch. Julie would have collapsed but Tara held her in place and to add icing to the cake, she held onto the back of Julie’s head and pushed her face firmly into her chest. The crowd looked on in astonishment, the guys in particular dumb-founded from seeing Julie being put into a standing breast smother. It was only a matter of time before Julie’s arms collapsed to her side and her muffled screams could be heard no more as she passed out from Tara’s assets. Tara let her collapse to the ground finally, topless and beaten. Tara turned to the class.
“So girls, you see, a girls assets can be a good target, or a good weapon. That’s it for today, dismissed.”
Fresh handed Tara her shoes. He looked at the state of the hellcat; her once designer outfit was now bloody, sweat-soaked and almost see-through. But the truth was that apart from Tara's clothes, she was relatively unharmed by the fight. As Tara put her shoes back on she realised that her stockings were completely torn and laddered below the knee. “That Bitch, I just bought this pair”, exclaimed Tara as she dusted herself down and tried to look as respectable as possible. With that, she pecked Fresh on the cheek and walked back to her room to get showered and changed leaving a crowd of stunned students trying to revive their teacher.
