The Queen Bitch Pt.3 - "Assertive Assets"
It had been a few weeks since Tara's complete destruction and degradation of Julie. Julie had since been transferred to another base on request. Kim, Julie's top student, had not been too happy about her teachers beating at the hands of Tara. Upon hearing the news of her transfer, she decided to take matters into her own hands.
The base Kim was on was a Special Forces training academy. Being of a high standard, the dress code was very strict, army uniform was to be worn by all members of the academy - including the staff. The reality was much different, officers and instructors could get away with slight changes to the standard uniform, nothing too obvious but student soldiers would never dare to deter from the thick khaki shirts and trousers. Girls though did have the option for a long skirt if they wanted but it offered them little salvation from the blazing desert heat. The one exception to the rule though was Tara. Her fashionable summer-friendly long thin skirts, head turning tight blouses and collection of high-heeled footwear and sexy stockings made sure she was an object of desire for the guys on the base and public enemy no.1 for the females.
It was 6:00am, morning roll call. Each division lined up outside their respective tents while the division leaders took the register. Tara was standing in the centre of the parade talking to another officer. Hearing a murmuring amongst the students become increasingly louder behind her, she turned around to see what all the commotion was all about. It seemed that all eyes were pointing in one direction, and when she had finally tracked down the focal point of nearly the entire student body, her own eyes arrived at a 17 year old redhead.
At 5'4" tall, Kim stood at the front of her division, eyes gazing back at Tara in a most challenging fashion. The cause for the commotion became very apparent as Tara ran her eyes up and down the girl. At first glance, it seemed like Kim had forgotten to put on any trousers this morning. On closer inspection however, it seemed that Kim had taken a standard army long skirt and removed all but a few inches of it, making into a micro-miniskirt. An already shocked Tara was even more is disbelief as she approached Kim and noticed that the shameless garment was revealing the bottom of her shiny pink knickers that she wore underneath. Kim's eyes remained focused on Tara as the officer strode over to the leggy redhead. A sudden silence hit the base as everyone turned his or her attentions to the confrontation that was about to take place.
"I'm afraid this is not standard uniform Kim, please go back to your tent and change at once", ordered Tara. Kim's response was as equally provocative as it was daring. Lifting up the hem of her newly-adjusted skirt, she showed Tara the army label on the inside as well as giving the officer a full flash of her shiny pink knickers and responded, "I think you'll find that this IS standard uniform, lady, something you know very little about". Kim's response broke the silence as many of the girls laughed at her comment. Tara was not amused, she put her hands on her hips and took a step forward, now standing just about a foot away from Kim, Tara issued an ultimatum, "Listen here you shameless tramp, either you go and change now or you'll be in a lot of trouble"! Kim just laughed, "You need to cool off honey, here, let me help you", and still flashing the busty officer with her pink knickers, Kim proceeded to flap the hem of her skirt up and down in a fan-like motion. Kim’s attempt to ridicule Tara had even some of the guys laughing at this stage. Tara knew she had to act fast as her authority and reputation were being challenged by this mouthy girl, 7 years her junior. Resisting the temptation send a giant uppercut into the tarty redhead's crotch, Tara folded her arms underneath her huge heaving chest. "Ok, I'm going to count to 3, if you don’t go and change I'm gonna drag you to your tent by your breasts and change you myself", was Tara's response. The crowd now turned their attention to Tara, standing at 5'6", supremely toned and voluptuous body stared down at a slightly smaller teenage girl. Being pushed up by her arms, Tara's gravity defying 40DD's also seemed to be staring down at Kim's full but easily outgunned set of 34C's, her tight army shirt seeming to hide her relatively meek assets from her opponent's intimidating set.
Tara began her count. "One......t..uuuuuhhh!!!!!". Tara had barely reached two and she was treated to another glorious sight of Kim's shiny pink knickers as the feisty young redhead sent a vicious crescent kick to Tara's head, connecting nicely with her cheek. Tara's head flew to the side as Kim's leg returned to position. Before Tara could even refocus on her attacker, Kim buried her boot right into Tara's stomach. Tara's ass jutted out as she doubled over in front of the entire assembly clutching her stomach. Kim followed up and toe-kicked Tara in the chin, straightening up the busty warrior to an upright position. Then in a flash, Kim demonstrated her versatile kicking technique as learned from Julie, by dropping down low and sweeping Tara's legs away. Tara's high-heeled shoes offered no resistance to the force exerted upon them as Kim's shin crashed into both of Tara's calves. Fresh watched on in horror as Tara's high-heels buckled and she crashed into the ground landing on her meaty ass. Tara let out a sigh as she hit the ground and as she looked up she was treated to yet another display of Kim's blatant knickers as the redhead hovered right over her stomach. Kim then came crashing down, ass first, onto Tara's stomach as dark-haired fighter let out a loud "ooofff" as her legs fly up in the air and the air inside her rushed to leave her body from the impact.
Kim got up of a now slightly dazed Tara. The crowd had gathered round and the usual faces were taking bets. With Tara still laying on the floor and yet to score a hit on Kim, "The Queen Bitch" as she became known as after her last fight or "Toughtits" as the boys nicknamed her, was being called out as the underdog at 5-1. Meanwhile the crowd seemed to favour "Redhead" as she was being backed at evens. Kim approached Tara, still on the ground. "Drag me by my tits, wasn't it"? Questioned Kim. With that, Kim bent over and placed her hands around Tara's giant bust. Fresh looked on nervously, about to see his heroine dragged by her tits by some trainee teenager. Luckily for Fresh and more importantly Tara, the sheer size of her assets, combined with the tight shiny nylon of her shirt that encased them, meant that Kim couldn't get a proper grip on them. So when she pulled back, her hands slipped harmlessly off and Kim went flying back, landing on her ass.
Tara seized this opportunity to get up and kick off her high-heeled shoes. Kim rose to face Tara and they faced off in a similar stance. Tara approached Kim and Kim kicked out, catching her in the right thigh. Tara's leg buckled slightly as Kim returned to her stance. This time Tara backed off slightly as Kim advanced. Kim raised her left foot, holding it in the air for a second before unleashing a snap-kick to Tara's right knee. Tara's knee buckled slightly as she backed off again. Tara was getting increasingly frustrated with the young girls kicking ability, not being able to launch any kicks herself due to her very tight long skirt. Tara resolved to move in close so she could use her fists, her best weapon. As Tara moved in, her fist cocked back, Kim unleashed her boot straight into Tara's gut, driving Tara back a few steps as her attempted punch hit nothing but air. Tara stumbled back. The crowds were going absolutely wild at this point with all females and a minority of males cheering on the redhead's assault. The bookies, anticipating a rout, had stopped taking bets on Tara. Kim tried to catch Tara on the back foot by unleashing a deadly high kick to Tara's face that had it connected would have spelt the floor again for the troubled officer. Luckily for Tara, she managed to block it, catching another good glimpse of Kim's underwear. "I'm gonna rip those panties right off you little girl", she threatened Kim. Kim though was in unstoppable form, both with body and mind, "By the time I'm done with you, you're gonna need them as a replacement", she retorted, to the cheers of the women and wolf whistles of the men in the crowd.
Kim advanced on Tara again, with a short kick to her right shin. Tara's failure to even attempt to block it indicated that she was being out-psyched here by her younger opponent, who by now had a huge grin on her face. Another kick to the shin and this time Tara goes to block it with her other leg, but her leg is caught short by her tight skirt and Kim's boot crashes into her right shin again. Realising Tara's weakness, Kim attacks the same spot, this time with a much harder kick. Tara let out a sigh as Kim's boot smashed into her shin again, backing off nervously.
Kim smiled as she raised her foot in the air. Tara didn't even have a chance to back off before Kim had sent another boot to her shin, causing Tara's stocking clad foot to slip slightly. Kim had not even returned her foot to the ground before unleashing a snap-kick to Tara's stomach. Tara doubled over from the blow, bending over right in front of Kim. With her foot still in the air, the vicious kicking redhead finished her 3-kick combo by raising her boot up above Tara's bowed body and stamped it down on her back making a large footprint appear on her shirt. Tara crashed to the ground with a frightening thud as her legs fell out from underneath her and she hit the floor face-down right on her precious assets.
Anyone who had bet on Tara had by now ripped up their ticket as the base's icon girl was now on the floor face-down on her chest, moaning in pain. Kim approached her legs and put them together as she dragged Tara down a few feet. Tara's now sweaty skirt to hiked up to her knees, clinging to her figure, revealing a set of badly bruised calves, barely covered by a set of laddered and ripped tan stockings. Kim rotated the almost beaten beauty over onto her back, her hands dropping down by her sides. Tara's front told an even worse story, her entire outfit was completely sweat-soaked to a transparent point. Fresh looked in shock when he saw the state of the attractive fighting hellcat. Below, Tara's shins were cut, bruised and swollen, topped with tiny remnants of what were once designer stockings that now lay tattered and virtually non-existent. Above, Tara's proud chest lay eager to burst out under a sweaty shirt that was coated in layers of dirt that was stuck to the beauty's garment.
Before Tara could recover, Kim had positioned herself above the fallen Tara, so that she was now looking straight down at her enemy, directly above her head. Tara could only sigh when she looked up to see Kim's sultry legs, the source of her torment up until now, leading to the one sight that was by now giving her nightmares - her shiny pink underwear. Kim made sure Tara got an even closer look at them as she jumped down, landing her ass perfectly on Tara's face. Tara's protests came out like grunts underneath Kim's well toned behind as she kicked her legs in the air repeatedly. To further increase her humiliation, Kim started to rub her ass into Tara's face, wiggling it from side to side, much to the amusement of the crowd who were by now anticipating Tara's defeat. “You boys wanna see the melons she's got under here?” Kim asked the crowd. “I bet she stuffs!” The cheer that went out after Kim's almost rhetorical question was quite indicative of the answer. Upon hearing this, Tara started to bang her hands on the ground in violent protest. "Shuuuuush honey, the boys wanna see what you got", Kim joked as she seized control of the hands of the now weakened Tara and placed then under her thighs. Fresh was at this point very worried about Tara's situation. There was no way he could interfere, with nearly the entire base willing Kim on, also seeing Tara's kicking getting weaker by the minute, Tara was seemingly on her way to passing out underneath Kim's pink knickers-smother. His stomach sank when he contemplated what Kim would do with Tara at her complete mercy having made no secret of her desire for revenge for having destroyed her teacher.
Kim placed her hands on either side of Tara's shirt ready to rip it apart. In an amazing last gasp effort, Tara managed to call on her immense upper body strength and lift all of Kim's 115lbs bodyweight of her face and push her to a seated position behind her head. Kim lost her grip on Tara's shirt and tried to remount her rival but Tara had acted fast and was already in a seated position by the time Kim tried. Desperate to finish the dark-haired beauty while she was still weak, Kim wrapped her arms around Tara's neck from her position behind her. Tara continued to get up, dragging Kim up with her. Kim, now hanging off her back, wrapped her legs around Tara's waist so that she remained on firmly attached to Tara, sitting on her back. Letting out an immense shrill, Kim tightens the pressure she is applying with her arms and legs, attempting to squeeze the entire life out of Tara. An already air-starved Tara knew she could last too much longer under this pressure and undertook to try and remove Kim's arms from her neck. Tara's face begun to go a dark scarlet colour as a nervous Fresh feared that this beauty was on her way out.
A loud gasp for air is heard as Tara succeeds in releasing Kim's arms slightly from her neck. Kim struggles furiously to try and tighten the hold but again she had lost out to Tara's tremendous arm strength. In desperation, Kim started kicking the heels of her boots into Tara's stomach. Tara's gut was taking a tremendous pounding from the feisty young redhead and Tara sighed at each blow delivered to her toned waist. But as Tara managed to completely remove Kim's arms from around her neck, Kim slid down off of Tara's back and her attacks with her heels on Tara's gut were reduced to an almost childish scrape-like kicking that grazed Tara's tense thighs.
Kim finally came to rest in a standing position with Tara on front of her with a firm grip on her arms. Before Kim could do anything, Tara wrapped her feet around Kim's ankles, pushing her tight long skirt to its absolute limits as it stretched to accommodate Tara's manoeuvre. Then, while tripping Kim up below with her feet, Tara smashed her head back into Kim's face and fell back onto her younger opponent. Kim let out a loud "oooff" as Tara's firm round ass crashed into Kim's stomach. Keen to make the most of her first attack on Kim, Tara jumped back into a kneeling position and planted her ass on Kim's face. Kim reacted immediately by kicking violently but the only thing her kick managed to do is raise dust. Tara traps Kim's arms between the calves and thighs of her folded legs. The crowd at this point was in shock, having seen Kim lose her advantage, they moan in disbelief as they watch a furious Tara, seeking revenge, on top of their peer.
Kim's muffled gasps for air are interrupted as Tara brings both of her fists crashing down on Kim's stomach. Kim's legs flew into the air from the impact before landing back on the ground. Tara has an evil look on her face and before anyone could trace the movement of her hands, a loud rip was heard and buttons flew everywhere as she ripped open Kim's shirt. The men in the crowd cheer, as it becomes apparent that Kim is not wearing a bra. Tara looks down at her opponents open chest with a smile then latches onto her foes 34C assets and starts twisting and turning for all its worth, Kim's breasts fitting perfectly into the hands of the dark-haired warrior. Kim's howling could be heard even through Tara's sweaty skirt covered ass that was planted on her face. Bucking wildly, she allowed herself to breathe every time the force of the buck would raise Tara’s ass.
Tara let go of Kim's breasts and placed her hands on her hips. She looked down a Kim's throbbing red chest before bringing both fists crashing down on Kim's burning assets. Kim convulsed underneath her tormentor as Tara proceeded to send punch after punch into Kim's chest, sending her boobs flying in all different directions. Kim's protests only got quieter as Tara rained down blows into her once voluptuous chest. Sensing no more opposition from Kim, Tara decided to turn and sit on Kim's chest. As Tara repositioned her ass from Kim's face to her chest in a seated schoolgirl pin position, Kim's arms dropped to her side. In a flash, the feisty redhead sprung to life having cheated Tara and those watching into thinking she was out of it. Before she knew it, Kim had latched her hands onto Tara's hair and was pulling down very hard. Tara lashed out and sent a good few hooks into Kim's face, bloodying her nose in the process. Kim did not let up however and continued to drag down on Tara's hair, sending Tara into an uncomfortable position, her chest now only inches away from Kim's open mouth. Tara laid her hands on the ground to regain her balance. Kim seized the opportunity to remove Tara from on top of her battered breasts. Removing her right hand from Tara's hair and in a single motion sent her free hand crashing into Tara's cheek as well as tugging viciously with her other hand. Tara flew off to Kim's left as she landed on her side with a thud. Kim immediately latched her right hand back onto Tara's hair and pulled the fallen officer towards her. Tara threw her arms around Kim and rolled over to try and get on top of her. The clever Kim though, used Tara's momentum and rolling Tara over her and ended up lying on top of her with Kim's naked 34C breasts almost being consumed by Tara's protected, shapely and still intact 40DDD counterparts. Tara locked her feet around Kim's ankles to stop her from sitting up on her but with her hands still latched in Tara's hair, Kim started to bounce Tara's head on the ground continuously. Fresh's stomach squirms with each thud as he sees Tara being helplessly abused by this vicious redhead. Tara on the verge of passing out removed her ankle-lock from Kim and before Kim could sit up, Tara flipped Kim's lower body up into the air with her better-toned set. As Kim's legs flew into the air, Tara bent her legs so that her knees were in the air. The look of shock on Kim's face said it all as her crotch came flying down with the help of gravity, straight into Tara's knee. Kim remained balanced on Tara's knee as she removed her hands from Tara's hair and tried to cover her crotch. Tara held Kim up by her shoulders allowing Kim's bruised breasts to dangle freely in front of her. Tara dropped a now humbled Kim to her side holding her womanhood. Tara gets up and towers over the hurt Kim, jumping up and landing on her stomach. Kim convulses as the toned fighter comes crashing down ass first onto her gut. Unfortunately for Kim her hands were still caring for her crotch as Tara came down and they lay trapped now under the immovable figure of Tara. Tara wasted no time in trying to finish her opponent, Tara slammed her fist into Kim’s already bloody nose a few times. Kim lets out a few screams as blood flies off her nose. In a pathetic attempt to dislodge a now dominant Tara, Kim latched her trapped hands onto the waistband of Tara’s skirt from behind and tugged back on it to try and pull Tara off. Tara reacted immediately by cocking her hand back behind her and slamming it into Kim’s crotch 3 times. Kim had not let go of Tara's skirt during her crotch assault so when inevitably Kim removed her hands to cover up her crotch from any further damage, it became evident that she been successful in pulling Tara's skirt down a full inch revealing the top of her black nylon hot pants much to the guys delight.
Tara looked down at the pain stricken face of her opponent. Sending a few more blows to her already battered breasts, she got up and stood at the feet of Kim. Kim was now in no position to mount any defence and when Tara bent down to remove Kim’s hands away from her crotch all Kim could do was moan. Tara grabbed onto the thong of Kim’s pink knickers and pulled them off her legs to the cheers of the male crowd. Kim’s legs dropped back down to the ground her crotch on full display for all watching. Tara demonstrated her tremendous upper body strength by ripping Kim’s knickers into 2 pieces. "I think we've seen enough of them today, don’t you, you little tart"? Questioned Tara as she threw the pieces to the ground. Tara then bent over again, this time to latch her nails into Kim’s bruised tits. Tara dragged the humbled Kim to her feet by her tits as a silence of disbelief came across the crowd. It was obvious that Kim's once powerful legs had lost all their strength as they buckled beneath her. Tara smiled down at Kim, suspended painfully by Tara's claws which were now firmly entrenched in Kim's 34C breasts. Kim let out a failed scream as Tara dug her claws deeper into Kim's already abused breasts. Fresh looked on, curious as to what Tara was going to do with the now beaten Kim. Tara looked over at Fresh and blew him a kiss. Tara then drove her knee violently into Kim's naked crotch a few times before bucking her leg back and sending a colossal knee into Kim's womanhood. The most uncomfortable scream was let out by Kim as Tara's knee buried itself deep in Kim's vagina and if that wasn't enough, the force was so great that Kim flew backwards whilst Tara's nails were still buried in her beaten chest leaving five bloody scratch marks on each of her breasts.
Kim, now in tears, sobbed and moaned as she surveyed the damage Tara had done to her once flawless chest. Powerless to mount any sort of offensive against her superior, She just laid on her back glaring evils at Tara who, not content with what she had already imposed on Kim, was advancing towards her once again. Sitting herself down on Kim's stomach, she began to admire the job she had done on Kim's tits. Kim's tits were almost unrecognizable, during the course of the fight, they had been severely bruised turning them shades of red and purple. Blood from the 10 glorious scratch-marks that Tara had left on them had now run all over her chest. "You wanted to know if I stuff didn't you"? Reaching underneath her shirt, Tara untied the bra strap of her shiny black nylon micro-triangle bikini top and removed it from her chest. Tara's erect nipples looked like they were going to cut through the shiny nylon shirt she had and the guys in the crowd started to cheer as they thought Tara was going to give them a view they'd never forget but they were to be let down. Instead, she lowered her chest over Kim's face and after undoing the buttons on her shirt, she peeled back her open shirt and held both sides taut so that it covered the view of her breasts from the animalistic crowd. Only Kim was treated to the enviable view of Tara's bare naked 40DD breasts as she gently lowered her awesome cleavage right onto her face. Kim began banging her heels into the ground and muffled protests were barely audible through Tara's mammoth bust.
"I don't know what you're moaning about honey, most of the people here would love to have the view you've got right now", Tara taunted. Tara then gently pushed her breasts together and after about 10 seconds, Kim was out like a light. Tara pulled together her shirt again to cover her breasts. The sweat soaked garment did not need buttoning, it clung to Tara's chest like a second skin. Tara proceeded to straighten herself out after what was a messy tussle with a tricky opponent. Tara buttoned up her shirt much to the dismay of the crowd and put her designer high-heel shoes back on. She then proceeded over to an unconscious Kim. Tara dragged up to waist height by her tits. Tara then continued to drag Kim along the ground, her legs leaving a trail of dust as Tara carried out what she threatened and dragged Kim to her tent by her abused orbs. Upon return from Kim’s tent, Tara went over to her bra and picked it up. The hellcat looked a bit of a mess, her hair was still a bit ruffled up and her outfit was completely dirty and sweat-soaked. Tara bent over to massage her bruised calves, her stockings were completely laddered and ripped from the kicking Kim had given her earlier on in the fight and she hadn't noticed that her sweaty black hot pants were still visible from the rear from when Kim had tugged on her skirt.
As the crowd were dispersing, Tara noticed Fresh hanging around. He strolled up to her and congratulated her on her powerful victory. Tara looked slightly conscious of her appearance and begun dusting herself off again as Fresh remained stood in front of her. With most of the crowd gone, Tara flirtingly handed her miniscule bikini top to Fresh. "You're pathetic girlfriend wanted this last time we met, maybe you can give it to her next time you see her, that is if you still think it’s a good idea to see her?"
Fresh took the garment and a smile had almost emerged from his lips when his facial expression changed to a look of astonishment as he saw Tasha walk up right behind Tara. Having just handed over her bikini top, Tara felt a pair of hands latch onto the waistband of her sweat-soaked nylon skirt. Tara's face dropped as she realised what was about to happen and before she could react Tasha pulled down on Tara's skirt with all her might. Fresh heard the elastic in Tara's skirt snap as the shiny khaki garment glided gracefully over Tara's sweat-lubricated hot pants revealing the shape of her firm nylon covered ass in all its glory. After Tasha had let go, gravity took over and the limp waistband of Tara's ruined skirt collapsed past her meaty stocking covered thighs until it came to rest around the tired knees of the busty officer. Tara's expression was one of horror as she stood in front of Fresh with her skirt down pulled down to her knees. Fresh couldn't help but look down at Tara's sexy hot pants, it was like a dream come true. He had seen the poor quality footage of Tara destroy his girlfriend in nothing more than a string bikini top and hot pants but he was now standing inches away from a Tara's scantily clad figure and its effect on him made Tasha's presence nothing more than an annoyance.
"We were just talking Tasha, what did you do that for?", shouted Fresh. Tasha pointed towards the bikini top he was holding in his hand. Fresh had no response and Tara triumphantly smiled at him. Tara bent over to pull up her skirt, her protruding arse was just too much of a target for Tasha to resist. "You really want her Fresh, you can have the bitch", Tasha shouted at Fresh as she sent her leather boot crashing into Tara's meaty rump. Tara went flying forward and with knees bounded by the waistband of her skirt, Tara had no chance of steadying herself and her top heavy frame went crashing into Fresh sending them both tumbling to the ground. Fresh was now on his back with Tara's massive chest in his face. Tara pushed herself up slightly to allow Fresh to breath.
"We could do that without my shirt on next time", Tara whispered into Fresh's ear.
"What about Tasha?", Fresh queried.
"Let me take care of our little problem honey, you just sit back and enjoy the show". With those words, Tara raised herself up of the ground, allowed her skirt to fall onto her shoes before stepping out of it and then elegantly kicked it towards Fresh.
"Look after that for me baby", Tara said as she winked at Fresh before turning back to face her fuming opponent.
Fresh could only gawp at the towering figure of Tara in front of him. He ran his eyes up her sultry legs and remained fixed on her arse for what seemed like ages. Not to be outdone, Tasha had removed her shirt and skirt and stood to face Tara in just her black mesh bra and panties and knee high leather boots. With everyone else having gone to training, Fresh was about to have a private viewing of a very sexy catfight between his ex Tasha and his potential new interest Tara. If that wasn't good enough, neither combatant was totally dressed, Fresh was in heaven.
To be continued ...
