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General Category => Polls => Members Catfight Polls! => Topic started by: Michelle on September 08, 2014, 12:06:29 AM
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The Society returns in a contest that promises to be epic. I was approached by Lyanna and Serena to do a Society poll involving the two of them as I was involved in the previous one earlier this year.
Who will win what promises to be a grueling battle between Serena and Lyanna?
Will Serena humble Lyanna and force her into a shameful submission?
Will Lyanna gain her revenge for an earlier Society defeat and hammer Serena until she begs for mercy?
The Society returns with two old and intense rivals facing each other in the crucible of combat. To say they have a score to settle would be an understatement. This poll places the tough, sultry Italian... Serena (Serena77) against the voluptuous, skilled... Lyanna (lyannapelon). These ladies have clashed before and neither bears any love for the other. The fight will be savage and dirty – but that’s nothing unusual for the Society. If it gets pretty erotic along the way, that probably won’t hurt either.
Serena’s profile: http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=21908
Lyannas’ profile: http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=35619
The poll will run for the usual seven days. As is tradition, I may post teasers in the early evenings along the way and a full story chronicling the fight and the aftermath when the poll closes. I will try and post teasers daily but an occasional day may be skipped. The teasers are merely summations of the previous days action.
Cast your vote. You can change your vote during the course of the poll if you feel your initial choice no longer deserves the win.
Anyone is free to insert themselves into the story as an audience member, to comment and cheer for their favorite fighter. The Society is all about people collaborating to make a this a fun fantasy, so if you feel you have something positive to contribute, however small, jump right in. It’s a big apartment and a big story!
If it follows suit with the first fight between these two, we are in for a treat!
Enjoy!
Michelle
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The following is the intro for our Society Poll Fight between Serena and Lyanna. Both fighters will post pictures of themselves as they see fit and make their first moves after this intro.
Good luck!
Lyanna stood near one corner of the expansive living area that seemed to take up much of the $50,000/night penthouse suite on top of the extravagant Four Seasons Hotel on 57th Street in Midtown Manhattan in New York City. The venue was different than the one she had been to previously. There was extensive remolding being done on the regular venue for Society events, the penthouse on the fortieth floor of the Times Square Building in Times Square. The Four Seasons gave us the perfect arena considering size and opulence for what we hoped would prove to be the encounter of the Society series season this year.
Lyanna couldn’t believe it was finally happening. She walked over to her friend Michelle and asked her for about the hundredth time to pinch her hard to make sure this was really happening, and that she wasn’t dreaming or lost in some bizarre, confused fog. This entire “happening”, the extravagant cocktail party, this gorgeous opulent room, the people, even the view out the expansive floor-to-ceiling picture windows that seemed to make up the entire north and west walls of the penthouse, were beyond her comprehension. The windows looked out over the wide green expanse of Central Park and with a light mist and fog hanging over the trees it was something bordering on the surreal.
For Lyanna it was a chance at redemption, a chance to right what she considered a tragic wrong. It was a chance for her to prove to everyone what she herself was confidant that she knew in her heart. That she was the best and this was finally her opportunity to prove just that. She walked along the windows of that glass wall, occasionally peering back over her shoulder and looking at the crowd of people that were present for this event. People from all walks of life, politics, finance, real estate, entertainment, a veritable who’s who of everyone who was anyone in New York.
There was another thing that was different about this “time” too, as opposed to her first. She remembered how she marveled that first time as she stood in that room, at that party, and how self-conscious she felt and how she had to keep reminding herself that while she was there, she was not one of them.
No longer…. now she was one of them.
Tonight she was here for a very special reason. In fact, she was the reason they were here. This was no ordinary party, no ordinary event. This was not just a gathering of New York’s rich high society elite, the city’s rich, famous and powerful. There was none like it in the country, maybe the world. It was the most secretive, exclusive and elite catfight club in the country. The women, like Lyanna, who regularly fought here were the elite members of the cat fighting world, and the prize money they earned as a result of putting their bodies on the line was beyond the comprehension of any other underground “club” in the world.
As Michelle had explained it to Lyanna on her first trip to New York, no one was “invited” to join the Society. Fighters, who by virtue of their skill and ability, caught the attention of the Society might be asked to come to New York and prove their worthiness for membership by fighting – either fighting a Society member or fighting another candidate. If she won, she would earn a place among the Society’s regular members, and a ticket to a very different and often very lucrative and affluent lifestyle.
For Lyanna, the result this time just had to be different. She had worked too hard, waited to long for this chance. She was ready. She knew had better be ready to enable her to avoid a replay of what was probably the low point in her career, her defeat in her first Society fight at the hands of Serena. The fight was one for the ages and one that kept the onlookers in person and on closed-circuit television on the edges of their seats. It was a close, brutally hard fought contest that somehow Lyanna failed to capture. Many in attendance couldn’t believe the outcome and most knew then that a rematch simply had to occur at some point in time. That time was NOW!
The bad taste of losing that evening to Serena lingered in Lyanna’s mouth a long time and if she let herself lose control of her thoughts, that result could still bring her down greatly. But she had learned, she had grown and she had trained for this moment. She had been given a second and a third chance and it was now up to her to take advantage of it.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror that made up most of one wall. At five feet seven, she was almost as tall as any of the women in the room, and her four-inch heels elevated her even further. Her golden blonde, cut in a bob that just dangled to her shoulders, made her stand out among the flock of blondes and the few scattered brunettes mingling about the room
Lyanna had also decided to be a bit unconventional and make a fashion statement. Unlike the usual long evening gowns and cocktail dresses that seemed to be the “weapon of choice” for most of the women here, she was dressed in a sleeveless black top that clung closely to her slender voluptuous figure like a second skin figure, ending just below her navel to reveal the smooth, taut skin covering the hard abs of her belly, and which also showed off her toned arms and shoulders, the sinewy muscle development. She had matched her top with a pair of tight fitting pants that hugged her rounded, slightly upturned buttocks and supple thighs, flaring out a little below, leaving most of her lean, toned calves exposed down through her ankles converging to her shiny strapless patent leather heels.
She had gotten many looks since she had arrived – a few quizzical, some appraising, but the vast majority admiring and even lustful. She smiled to herself. Standing out from the crowd, making herself noticed, was what she did, what she wanted to do.
The veteran members knew her now and would stop buy and offer their best wishes. She wasn’t the overtly sociable type and never had been but she secretly delighted in the attention she was receiving. Truth be known, she actually wanted to be by herself, to get her thoughts together and begin to focus on the task at hand.
Michelle walked up behind her, tapped her on the shoulder and handed her the crystalline flute of champagne and smiled into her eyes. Michelle and Lyanna were close friends and it was Michelle who introduced Lyanna to the Society and who’s efforts were in many ways the reason for this event finally coming to fruition.
As she handed Lyanna the glass she leaned in, kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear,
“Can’t believe it can you?”
“I told you it would happen in time”
“I’m glad we were able to have it here what with the remodeling going on at the penthouse” “This is a great spot and I hope it meets with your approval” “The members seem to really like it”
Lyanna smiled and took Michelle’s hand and squeezed it, leaning in and whispering over the din of those present,
“I’m blown away by everything, it’s amazing!” ‘I owe you and Michael a debt of gratitude for putting this together”
Michelle smiled and whispered back,
“Oh you made it happen really, your hard work and persistence paid off and Michael and I are just happy to be facilitators” “It’s now up to you”
“I have to go greet some more members I see have arrived, so relax, get ready and show them why they all are so lucky to be here to see you.
To be here tonight seemed almost unthinkable to her after the years of fighting in the underground clubs and dive bars through which Lyanna had fought her way up the ranks of the more skilled cat fighters. When she had first started fighting as an amateur and even later as a professional, she had never even heard of the Society, though there were the constant rumors of its existence. She had been completely dumbfounded when a woman – a woman! – had appeared in the dressing room after a club fight in Miami and offered her the chance to fight for a place here. That woman turned out to be Michelle.
Serena walked around and as always spent time accepting greetings from many of the assembled throng tonight. She felt a familiar uneasiness in her stomach, a familiar fluttering in her belly. But it was nothing new for her. It told her she was on edge, sharp and ready. She always felt at home in New York. Her friend Michelle and her friend Michael saw to that both fighters felt welcome and at home. They went the extra mile to see that even they’re smallest of needs were met. They had resolved that the more relaxed and at home the women felt, the more focused they could be on their ultimate performance. Serena had become a favorite of the Society membership as she had a flair and a style all her own. She was not only gorgeous but outgoing friendly and played to the crowd. She was no stranger to Society matches and this one would bring an even higher level of familiarity to her, as it was the rematch of a fight she had with Lyanna over six months ago. It was a close, hard fought and some might say controversial fight with regard to the outcome. Serena, as always was gracious in every way. She had reasons to want this fight very badly too. She had heard the rumors; the whispers that maybe she “got lucky” and she couldn’t in a million years beat Lyanna again. She was determined to put those thoughts to bed forever. She was determined to show once and for all that she was the best and no upstart from Miami was going to take what Serena had earned. She would fight tonight and no matter how many times she fought, that tiny hint of apprehension was always there in spite of her outer exhibited confidence. She welcomed it though. She was a veteran and she knew any little edge that kept her head “in the game” and kept her from being over-confident would only help her in the end. Even the best and most experienced fighters such as Serena could have an off night. A bad night in a Society fight, because of the high level of competition, could REALLY be a bad night if one wasn’t careful
She lifted an arm up to straighten the thin strap of her black silk Dolce and Gabana gown as she stood among a small group of party guests. She feigned interest in the conversation between an American hedge fund vice president and a British risk analysis manager regarding their latest M&A success. A French IMF bank officer stood by Serena’s side and his eyes couldn’t stop diverting to the deeply plunging neckline of Serena’s designer evening gown and the display of ample cleavage. His left hand was continually gliding up and down her right arm. He would occasionally whisper something in her ear and she would force a smile and let her eyes meet his for a brief instant, then turn away, her dark eyes rolling with an almost disgusted and amused look. Most who noticed the scene probably were assuming he was laying the groundwork to try and charm her into bed later. Serena was likely more interested in his younger red-haired supermodel-type wife. Such are the goings on at a Society cocktail party. Sometimes the drama and intrigue at the party can exceed that in the fight. She listened politely to the banker but she couldn’t help but let her eyes survey the room.
The floor-to-ceiling windows that covered three of the walls reflected her image back to her. She smiled secretly, pleased with what she saw. Her dark brown hair was loose and fell across her bare shoulders, framing her flawlessly made-up face. Her arms and shoulders were muscular and toned though feminine, a testament to her rigorous workout regime. The dress hugged her full bosom, her narrow waist and the seductive swell of her full hips. It was slit almost to the hip on the left side, revealing the full expanse of one shapely but powerful, toned thigh. The well-conditioned muscles were clearly displayed when she walked and she was truly a vision. She had foregone any jewelry tonight, letting the unadorned elegance of her dress send its message – simple, direct and purposeful.
The banker’s tale was interrupted by the delicate but insistent clink! clink! of a spoon against a crystalline glass, which rang out through the room. All heads turned toward a man who stood near the windows at one end, backed by the impressive vista of downtown Manhattan. Tall, dark-haired and bearing a passing resemblance to a younger George Clooney, he was dressed in khaki pants and a blue sports jacket over an open necked white shirt. Serena knew him only as Michael, the owner of the original apartment, and the host of these parties and a member of the Society’s committee. She noted as he began to speak that Michelle stood by his side and clutched his left arm. Michelle glanced over at Serena and winked, then leaned in and whispered in Michael’s ear, who smiled a bit just before he began to speak,
“Ladies and gentlemen!” His voice did not seem overly raised yet it carried effortlessly across the broad space. “It’s time for us to begin with the festivities that we all really came here to witness.” “Oh…and btw, please feel free to put money in the tip jar at the door and at the bar if you enjoyed MY free food and MY free booze” “Michelle also says she needs a new wardrobe and I need a lot of help on that!”
“JUST KIDDING!”
Michelle’s eyes rolled skyward and she smiled broadly as a burst of laughter filled the expanse. The room then suddenly seemed to grow quieter and Serena could feel the tension building in the air. Her own butterflies ramped up their buzzing in her belly
“Many of you may remember the visitor from our sister club in Rome, La Società Felina Italiana, who won a close, hotly contested, victory here about six months ago. She’s back in New York and has agreed to fight again for us tonight. Please welcome Serena!” He extended his arm in Serena’s direction and she stepped forward and smiled amid applause from the audience, as she handed her glass of orange juice to an older gentleman standing next too her who had spent the better part of the last 20 minutes looking down the front of her dress. Serena finally had a way to make a graceful exit from his “attentions” and she made to her way across the room, raising her right hand up and waving to well-wishers as she made her way up to the front of the room. She stood at Michael’s left elbow as Michelle stepped to the side. He gave Serena a cordial smile before turning his attention back to the room.
“More recently, we’ve seen several fighters from Miami dominate their opponents to win Society membership,” Michael continued. “Tonight we have a special treat in store for you.” “We have returning to face Serena someone you all know and respect” “She also faced Serena here in New York six months ago in what might have been the most trilling match we have ever had here” “I’m sure you all will recognize and give a warm New York welcome to – Lyanna!” He gestured to his right and Serena followed the direction of his arm to a tall, striking woman with startlingly blonde hair who stepped forward looking a little nervous but also with a steely-eyed look of determination on her face. “Please join me in welcoming to New York once again, Lyanna!”
At first, there was an audible collective gasp from the assembled throng, mixed with some loud cheers. That then turned to a loud crescendo of clapping that grew louder and louder as Lyanna walked over and took her place on Michael’s other side. Her gaze caught and held Serena’s, and Serena saw no apprehension, no lack of confidence, only that same steely resolve. Michelle glanced at Serena and saw the exchange of looks they gave each other and thought to herself, “Good”….”I’d hate it if they liked each other!” Michelle then stepped over, whispered something inaudible in Lyanna’s ear and stepped back to the side.
Serena thought to herself, “She’s still the same arrogant snob she was then!” “I beat her ass and she still hasn’t changed!” “That will make it all the better when I ride that putana’s face in front of the crowd!” Serena looked over at Lyanna and whispered,
“Are you ready for the beating and embarrassment of your life, bitch?” she asked with a wry smile
The corners of Lyanna’s pouty mouth turned up a little as she said,
“Question is, are you ready to eat my pussy, whore?” the shapely blonde retorted with an answering wink. “I promise you after I beat you, you’ll just love the taste!”
Serena’s eyes narrowed. “Words…words are cheap…. Cheap like the trashy slut you!” “Let’s see if you have FINALLY learned how to fight and not just talk and whine!” ‘You’ll regret the day you EVER agreed to another fight with me AGAIN!”
Lyanna took a step around Michael, toward Serena. They were perfectly matched in height and the blonde stared into Serena’s eyes, their chests almost touching. You could also see both were obviously aroused too as their nipples were already straining the fabric of their tops. Lyanna spoke again so everyone in the room could hear her words this time, her voice rising with each spoken word,
“Oh, I can fight, and we’ll see who humiliates who, slut. I want this…I deserve this…and I’m going to WALK ALL OVER YOUR BONY ASS to get it!!”
“Ladies…” Michael interrupted the confrontation and stepped between the two ladies. “…as usual, the trash talk is welcomed and encouraged but we all know there’s only one way to settle this…in the arena.” A young woman dressed in a black tee and figure-hugging black pants appeared at Serena’s side, and another at Lyanna’s. “Ladies…it’s that time of the evening!” Please be back here in thirty minutes, ready to fight!” Serena gave her soon-to-be opponent a last look, one that could only be described as,
“You’ll wish you were dead when I’m done!”
She smirked and then turned away. Her resolve and determination to finally destroy Lyanna’s hopes and dreams for revenge and retribution were all she could think of right now. She wanted so much more than to beat Lyanna; she wanted to rob her of her dignity and to take her very soul from her.
Lyanna followed the blonde, black-clothed attendant down a long hallway, past several closed doors to another door at the end of the hallway. Her earlier nervousness and stomach flutters had disappeared as a result of the confrontation with Serena and she welcomed that feeling. Those qualms had vanished and it been replaced by a fierce determination to prove herself and humble this smug, arrogant Italian in front of the assembled crowd. Her heart was pounding and almost up in her throat and her pulse was quickening in anticipation of what was to come
The young woman grabbed the brass knob on the door, twisted it and pushed it open, motioning Lyanna through with a wide arcing swipe of her hand. Lyanna found herself in a spacious bedroom with white walls and black lacquered wood furniture. A broad, full-length window occupied almost the entire far wall, offering a view north to Central Park, but she spent only a moment admiring that view. “Thirty minutes,” the attendant reminded her. “I’ll be back.” She closed the door quietly behind her, Lyanna quietly listening to her heeled footsteps as she walked back down the hall.
Lyanna wasted no time and crossed to the king-sized bed, setting her clutch purse down on the white cover. She sat on the edge and flipped her shoes off into the corner. Reaching up to her waist with both hands she grabbed the bottom of her snug top and peeled it top off over her head, laying it out neatly beside her purse on the bed. The top had its own built-in shelf-bra and she wore nothing underneath. Her full, rounded breasts bounced very slightly under their own weight as they came free of the top. She began bending over at the waist and grabbing the waistband of her pants, began wriggling them down over her hips, and ankles, letting them fall to her feet. She stepped out of them and placed them too on the bed, standing naked and barefoot, her lightly tanned skin feeling the goose bumps begin to appear at the feel of the cool air on her suddenly bare flesh.
She had been well briefed on what to do, and turned to the nearest nightstand upon which stood a small squeeze bottle. It contained a syrupy but unscented body oil and, squeezing a generous amount into her hands, wringing them together a little before she began to apply it smoothly and liberally starting at her neck and continuing all down to the tops of her feet as she bent over, her full breasts dangling seductively from her chest. Finally straightening back up, she looked at herself in the full -length mirror on the left-hand wall as her nude body gleamed in the soft light.
Checking herself carefully in the mirror to ensure that her entire form was evenly covered, she smiled in satisfaction before she turned back to the bed and opened her purse to remove two small folded pieces of black fabric. This was the bikini in which she would fight – or begin to fight, since bikinis typically did not last long in fights like this one. At least that would be the fervent hope of most of the onlookers to the fight.
She picked up the bottoms, bent and stepped into them, pulling them up and seating the thin straps evenly over the curves of her hips. The front was a narrow triangle that hugged the mound of her pubis, tight enough to press slightly into her flesh. It dipped low to expose the hardness of her abs, the straps curving up to sit high over her hips and emphasize the length of her lithesome, toned legs. She turned to one side, and then the other, checking the straps and the narrow band at the rear that dipped between the taut, bare cheeks of her butt. She clenched her muscles a little, smiling broadly as she felt that familiar pull, watching the sudden tightening of her buttocks as the firm muscles flexed, and smiled once more. She had worked hard on her body, and those hours of sweating and suffering in the gym, the pain she had endured working out passionately, combining that with work on the sparring mats, had paid off.
The bikini top came next. She slipped it over her head, made sure the upper strap was tucked beneath her hair, then pulled the form fitting cups tight over the perfectly rounded shape of her bosom before she reached behind her to tie the lower strap securely. Adjusting the cups over her breasts, she again regarded herself in the mirror. Brief as it was, the bikini still cupped and lifted her breasts, which swelled against the thin cloth as she took a deep breath. Her nipples, already half erect in anticipation of the fight, pressed at the fabric and their areolas were perfect circles faintly visible through the top.
Below the top, her belly was firm and flat, the smooth skin showing just a hint of the hard muscles beneath, twin shallow valleys curving down on either side to dip beneath the triangle of her thong. Her hips were gently rounded and her thighs rippled slightly as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, giving herself a final once over. Satisfied, she began her customary warm-up routine, finding calm in the familiar repetitive movements of her stretching, preparing her mind, clearing it and starting to focus her entire being for the ordeal that awaited her.
She was ready and waiting, covered in a black silk robe that covered body and flowed down to just above her knees. It was quiet, so quiet as she thought, tried to focus, calm her nerves. Suddenly the awaited knock sounded on the door. It opened and the same blonde attendant poked her head through, smiling,
“Time to go.”
Lyanna nodded approvingly, without returning the blonde woman’s smile. She stepped past the blonde and began retracing her steps down the hallway toward the main living area. As she emerged from the darkened hallway, she noticed the lights were much brighter now, and the temperature in the room seemed to have increased noticeably, perhaps in deference to her – and Serena’s – minimal attire.
The crowd made a passage for her to the center of the room, where a broad open area about twenty feet square was now cleared of people – a number of the audience now looked down from a second-floor balcony that occupied three sides of the room, watching her closely, admiringly, as she made her way to the edge of the thick black rug that covered the open space or “arena”. She stopped at the edge and stood silently, gazing across the empty arena, waiting for her opponent to appear.
She was not kept waiting for long. The audience suddenly began to almost part like the Red Sea opposite her, and Serena proudly, impassively, stepped into view, also covered in a black robe. Serena gazed at Lyanna with that impassive look and with her dark, resolute narrowed eyes. Lyanna met her gaze and matched the sexy Italian brunette’s smile. Words passed between them that didn’t need to be spoken.
No mercy, no quarter.
Lyanna dropped her arms to her waist and pulled loose the belt that held her robe in place. With a light tug and pull she whipped it open and let it slide down over her right shoulder and down her arm. She let it dangle to the floor a moment, exposing her right shoulder and breast as she glanced in the mirror a moment and smiled. The blonde behind her smiled, tilting her head and looking in the mirror over Lyanna’s shoulder admiringly. She reached out to catch it before it hit the floor but Lyanna said, “Let it go” and the sexy blonde let it hit the floor. Lyanna stood, partially exposed to the crowd – and to her opponent. She looked over then at Serena and smiled, then she reached up with her left hand and pulled the robe over her left shoulder, letting it slide effortlessly down her left arm to the floor. Her bare skin glistened in the bright ring lights, glistening as the light reflected off the coating of oil that clung to her skin. She stepped forward onto the rug, raising her arms, inhaling deeply to swell her chest, flexing her toned sinewy muscles to the appreciative assembled throng. There were approving looks, a steady murmur of conversation and whispers, and a number of people reached for smart phones – the Society allowed its members and guests to wager upon the outcome of these fights and it appeared that the wagering for this contest might break all records. She had heard that the sums were often impressive – or downright scary, depending upon your perspective. The fighters would also get a share of the “gate” and that was done to hopefully add to the motivation of the women involved. In this case, no motivation appeared to be needed.
She turned slowly, stopping a brief instant in each direction, letting the onlookers get a long look at the body she had worked so long and hard to hone. She was ready for this, let there be no doubt, both mentally and physically, and she wanted everyone to see – and to know. As the completed the circle, her eyes fell once more on Serena, who was watching her with a gaze that seemed to narrow by the moment and a subtle smile. Lyanna smiled back and looked at the Italian beauty with defiance and expectation. Some who were present said she looed at Serena with a look of arrogance, an almost dismissive look. This was no doubt a bit of gamesmanship on Lyanna’s part and it appeared to be working as Serena paced nervously, muttering to herself.
Serena’s hands moved to her waist and she tugged on the sash holding her robe closed, pulling the knot free that secured her it. She parted it slowly, at first revealing her ample, sensual cleavage, letting her long slender fingers hold the edges of the robe only so far open as she almost was teasing the crowd. Her hands then slid upward along the edges of the robe, over the perfect form of her firm breasts. As her hands reached the top of the robe she pulled it back off both shoulders, letting it slide down her arms as she extended them behind her, letting it slowly and seductively slide down her arms. Her attendant too caught the robe as it fell, and Serena smiled and stepped out into the arena.
She was dressed in a red bikini that clung tightly to her lean, toned buxom figure. Her arms and shoulders showed the definition so clearly, as a result of her own pre-fight stretching regimen, the flexed muscles gleamed beneath the coating of oil, much like Lyanna’s did. The oil almost seemed to act like a magnifier as the bright overhead lights reflected off their glistening skin. Serena’s breasts strained her tight bikini top, her swollen orbs, the now aroused, rigid nipples poking at the clinging cloth. Her tantalizing, seductive breasts lifted and seemed to almost swell as she raised her arms to acknowledge the approving crowd
Her abs tightened and undulated smoothly as she twisted her torso to one side, then the other, smiling at the audience, before she spun in a circle as she strode further onto the rug, giving them all a good look at her just as Lyanna had done. There were more murmurs, and several other members of the audience began thumbing their phones. Her butt cheeks, revealed by the skimpy cut of her thong as she turned, were taut, rounded and golden tanned even in the middle of winter. Her muscular thighs rippled with each step.
Serena stopped in the middle of the rug, smiled and lifted her arm, beckoning to Lyanna. “Come here, bambina!” she purred. “It’s time for me to teach you a lesson.”
Lyanna smiled faintly but made no reply as she stepped forward to meet her opponent, her hips rolling slightly, breasts bouncing with each step. She halted just a pace away from the Italian. Their eyes locked, each of them tensed like a coiled spring, waiting for the signal for mayhem to commence.
Michael’s voice carried across the room. “Betting is now at a close. Ladies…” He raised his arm, and then let it drop. “You may fight!”
CONTINUED BELOW.
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((Much of this post chronicles the history of everything leading from the first fight to this one with it all being from my point of view, for those not wanting to read that skip to the last paragraph for the fighting.))
From the moment I was given the news that I was to face off once more with Serena, the only woman who had ever managed to defeat me in my years of fighting, time seemed to fly by until I stepped from the elevator and joined the party already underway in the penthouse overlooking central park. From then on every minute had felt like an hour as all I wanted to do was get to the fighting, I didn't even care if I got to change or not as the end result to me would be the same, ending with Serena laying nude with her will broken upon the floor at my feet. But as I had come to understand since my first fight last year the Society could not exist entirely off of the wealth of its chief board member Michael but required the donations and the ill made bets of the men and woman who filled the penthouse, most of them wealthy and the few who weren't were either there as escorts or workers serving the needs of those with the means to buy their way into the event.
It felt like just yesterday I felt like a fish out of water, dressed in plain clothes that while they drew attention to my natural beauty felt out of place when compared to the elegant dresses and fine suits worn by the Society patrons. Yet now I stood amongst the throng of people feeling at ease as I mingled with the crowd, answering their questions and flirtations with a smile and a grace I hadn't possessed when I first sought entrance into their group. I still remembered the first time I had seen such an event down at the club in Miami, watching the fight with interest until I just so happened to meet the woman who would later be responsible for everything that had happened to me in the last year, the good and the bad.
Michelle would not long after our initial meeting invite me up to New York to watch another of their events but that time I would see it in all the pageantry and opulence Society fights usually wrapped themselves up in, the two women fighting for their pride as much as they were for entrance into the elite club. That night had left a strong impression upon me, instilling in me a desire to not only fight my way into the Society's ranks but also to climb to the top, and when Michelle called not a few days after and offered to let me do just that I had been hooked. That fight would forever be imprinted upon my memory for the shame I felt after losing such a close fight, one I knew I should have won but somehow failed to do so, it had left me sickened with the Society as they clapped for my conqueror and cheered when she made use of me after the fight.
The worst pain however had been knowing that Michelle, the very woman who had brought me up to fight and encouraged me the entire way, had gone off to celebrate with Serena rather than come to see how I was after the fight. Even months after that grudge I held towards her had remained strong, a wound that only worsened over time until Michelle invited me for one more fight but that time it was against her and not any other Society fighters. The fight was brutal but Michelle and I had taken it to a level far beyond what I had seen before in the Society fights, that hatred I held giving way to something far more intense as I reconciled what I really felt for Michelle at the end of the fight and the night afterward.
But even with having gained my membership in the Society I had felt like I hadn't belonged there, that even while Michelle wanted me to come I couldn't so long as I had yet to right the wrong of that very first fight. I returned to Miami and honed my skills there fighting in the club which served as a sister to the Society one and there I remained, waiting for the news that had only just come a week ago by way of a call from Michelle. That anger from before was still very much within me even then and it soon burned as hot as ever in the days leading up to this party. And now I only had a short time to wait before I could properly vent my anger on the woman who had placed it there in the first place, instead of wasting it on those who had only come to be entertained I had it all saved up for Serena herself, and I intended to use every last drop of it here tonight when I got my hands on her.
All these thoughts swam through my head as I worked the crowd, trying to get a sense of where everyone's head was at so I wasn't caught off guard if say most were cheering for Serena. Unsurprisingly those who would tell me their favorite were evenly split between her and the Italian, just like every fight I could remember watching here or at least how they were at the beginning when no one had begun to dominate the other. I had just begin to get really anxious for the fight when I heard my name called and from there time moved quickly again, my words with Serena having come on instinct and even as I was led away to change I couldn't remember what I had said, only how much I had meant every one of them.
The thirty minutes spent waiting in that room went by in a flash as I prepared myself for the undoubtedly brutal fight that lay ahead with my usual ritual, the familiar routine of slowly moving from one martial arts form to the next bringing me a sense of calm that I rarely knew otherwise. The anger was still there but now it was focused and under control, there for when I needed to draw upon me but otherwise buried within, Serena would not be able to recall anyone hitting her as hard as I was going to that night. Only a few minutes seemed to have passed before there was a knock upon the door and the woman assigned to me stepped in, and before she could say a word I brushed past her to head out to the fight waiting for me.
I couldn't get there fast enough but I forced myself to walk at a measured pace once I came in sight of the crowd who was now arranged around the large section of carpet that represented the main fighting area, even though the fights often strayed outside of those bounds. The sea of human bodies parted just enough for me to slip by, every eye upon me for that moment though when the door on the other side of the room opened those eyes quickly left me. "Their admiration is so fleeting." I said softly to myself as I waited for Serena to make it through the crowd.
When she emerged and took her place before me the first battle of the night began as we each did our best to intimidate the other with nothing but our words and the bodies we had each trained hard to obtain. Soon our robes were gone and we stood facing one another in only the skimpiest of bikinis to protect our modesty. A laughable concept now that I thought about it as they would soon be torn from our bodies and the crowd watching us would be forgotten in the throes of passion between us, for any fight between us could only be described as a passionate affair where we gave everything we had and more, nothing left when a victor was proclaimed.
I remained silent as she said something in what I assumed to be italian for no matter it meant it didn't matter, the rematch I had long since yearned for was seconds away from beginning and once it had everything I had kept bottled up inside me was going to come forth, and even I didn't know entirely what might happen. I took what little time remained to me to glance over to where Michelle stood beside Michael, shooting her a look that said very clearly "Watch me win this" before returning my jade green eyes to Serena. Her body was just as I remembered it if not a little more defined, her toned abs glistening with oil as did her modest breasts that hung high up on her chest. As before her long legs struck me as the most dangerous part about her, Serena having proved deadly with those kicks of hers, but my own body was stronger at 135lbs, and with proud 32F breasts that refused to give then and would refuse to give tonight, I WOULD WIN.
My body nearly jumped at Serena the moment Michael uttered his first syllable but somehow I caught myself in time, remaining about as still as I possibly could until he had actually finished telling them to start. My body had been tensed up since arriving at the party and now it sprung towards Serena like a predator leaping for its prey, closing the miniscule distance between us in a flash while my right hand, clenched into a tight fist, embedded itself in the woman's stomach. My hand would then snap open and close around the string of her bottoms before yanking her in while my left elbow came shooting up to smashing into the side of Serena's head, knocking her a bit sideways before I reached up towards the back of her head to entangle my fingers deep in her jet black hair for a sharp tug backwards.
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very hard to pick a winner here....two incredibly hot ladies.....
I checked their pics on their profiles and.....I needed to drink some cold water.... ;D ;D
Love all of them...
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very hard to pick a winner here....two incredibly hot ladies.....
I checked their pics on their profiles and.....I needed to drink some cold water.... ;D ;D
Love all of them...
Or you could wait for her to post and compare the work put into them, just a thought lol
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I was waiting for this rematch for a long time! I truly and utterly defeated Lyanna in our first match, humiliating her at will, as the Society's custom! But she didn't accepted it and contested my victory! She said I was lucky! Lucky!? ??? >:( We had a very long and hard fight, putting all ourself on it! We both fought to our limits and even more! She fought well, but in the final decisive moments I managed to take the win! Perhaps it was because of my experience, or my stamina, or my trained body, or my tenacious will..............or probably my whole skills! Anyway I won the fight clearly and fairly! So I immediately accepted the challenge, when Lyanna asked for a rematch! I just want to teach another painful and humbling lesson to that tearful arrogant bitch! I'll kick her ass all along the whole way from NYC and Miami! ;D
So here we are again! I had three fights for the Society and I won them all! I'm used to fight here, but the adrenaline rush before the fight is always the same! And I like it so much! I can see a lot of familiar faces among the onlookers! I'm pleased by the respect I gained by all of them, thanks to the previous fights! During my little striptease, I know that all the women here are envying my body and all the men are wanting it ;)! Michelle is here too! I can't deny that I'm aroused by the idea of defeating Lyanna again in front of her and "celebrating" my win with her, just we did the last time ;)! But now Michael is going to start the fight and I have to focus on my opponent only! Lyanna changed her hair colour, but she is the same insolent bitch! Her body is buxom and harmonious as I did remember, probably more toned! As I expected, she had an hard training! Obviously I did the same! I defeated her once, but I can't underestimate her!
Lyanna snaps like a spring as the fight begins and she goes for a one-two combo.........................I feel her fist slamming to my stomach..........OOOFFF..........then her elbow hitting the side of my head, as I bend forward a bit..............my head is roughly pulled back by my hair, as I let out a little scream..................I absorb her attack as much as I can, then I manage to answer back...............I clench my right fist and I fire an hard uppercut punch, that slams hard to the underside of Lyanna's left ample breast, lifting it up and almost out of the tiny bikini top.................I wrap my left leg around and back Lyanna's right one, as in the same time my left hand's palm slams roughly under her chin...............Lyanna's head snaps back and I take a grip on her chin, pushing her head back as much as I can, intending to force her off balance, as her right leg is locked up in position.................
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Or you could wait for her to post and compare the work put into them, just a thought lol
Lyanna...you got my vote...
(and that pic of you in boots....woooww....) ;D ;D ;D
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Well written by all involved. But I'm supporting Lyanna, that bitch is impressive. She has my vote.
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We had a short technical problem for a few hours in that you couldn't change your vote if you desired. Thanks to the efforts of super mod Big Devil..we are back up and running with no permanent damage :)
Thanks BD :)
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The following is tonight’s “teaser” with a summary of the first days action:
There has been an interesting swing in the tenor of our fight as we ended up the day today. Lyanna got off fast and had Serena on her heels, but Serena managed to make a comeback.
No sooner than "the light turned green" than Lyanna sprung at Serena like a predator cat leaping on its wounded kill, lunging the short distance between them in the blink of an eye and driving her right fist HARD into Serena’s stomach! She then dropped her hand down and wrapped it around the waistband of Serena’s bikini bottoms and YANKED her forward to drive her left elbow HARD into the side of Serena's head, knocking her a bit sideways, stunning her!! She then reached up and wrapped her fingers deep into Serena’s silken black mane and tugs back on her hair with a vicious HARD jerk!
Serena is taken by surprise at the ferocity of Lyanna’s cat-like sudden move and before she knows it, her head is being pulled back violently by the hair as Lyanna appears to want to make herself a jet black wig with some of Serena’s silken dark strands! Serena screams out loudly in excruciating pain! As she’s being bent backwards, Serena manages to launch a brutal punch of her own as she drives her right fist hard up under Lyanna’s ample (it is an “F” by the way, I think that qualifies as ample) breast! Serena’s fist almost drives Lyanna’s left breast out of the comfort and security of her bikini, forcing Lyanna to loosen her grip on Serena’s hair!
As she’s finally able to straighten up now that her hair’s somewhat free, Serena manages to swing her left leg around Lyanna’s right one and then jams her left palm HARD up under Lyanna’s chin!! Lyanna’s head and then her torso begin to tip back as its obvious Serena is going for a takedown!
Will Serena continue to press the slight advantage she has managed to obtain at this point? Things are changing fast and with this back and forth action, its anyone’s guess at this point but the question right now is can Serena press home her point and increase the light advantage she has?
Or does Lyanna have a big surprise in store for the Italian beauty?
It’s way too early to predict so keep those votes and comments coming and give your favorite fighter all the support she deserves!
How will it end up?
Stay tuned tomorrow folks, same time, same channel!
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The fight may not have officially begun until Michael gave the word but in truth Serena and I had been fighting since we each arrived at the party. At first it had been a subtle game between us to see who could turn more of the Society's patrons to our side, their cheers later on possibly serving to drive us even further past our limits than we were already prepared to go. It had gone from a game to an exchanging of shots once we were brought together and introduced properly to the crowd, one that would have gone past simple words if we hadn't been separated and sent off to prepare for the night ahead. It couldn't truly be called a fight however until we stood across from one another in the middle of the penthouse, with every eye upon us as we put our bodies on display I couldn't shake the feeling you had been teasing the crowd more than me, while every inch of my body that I uncovered was intended to taunt her, show her that I was not only far sexier than Serena could ever hope to be but stronger as well.
With Michael's declaration however our fight was no longer just a figurative one, my body moving faster than her own giving me the immense satisfaction of landing the first blows of the evening, a pair of brutal shots, one to the stomach followed by another to her temple, that left Serena rattled but still standing. "What kind of fighter has long hair like this?" I shouted out for everyone to hear as my fingers wove themselves into Serena's jet black mane and dragged her backwards towards the edge of the carpet we were supposed to stay on if the rules were to be believed.
Serena recovered and soon I was on the defensive struggling to find a way to slow down the Italian fighter whose fist barreled upwards into the underside of my left mound, the bikini straining to keep my breast contained and doing so by the thinnest of margins. Her hand then drives up into my chin and for a moment all I see is a a thick haze, feeling myself being bent backwards while my senses return to me.
My hands may have loosened their grip but now that I find myself in need of something to hold on they decide Serena's hair makes a lovely hand hold, gripping the black mane even harder then before as I resist her own efforts to force me down to the floor. The harder Serena pushes the greater the intensity of the burning sensation in her scalp becomes, but while watching her grimace in pain is a welcome sight I want far more for her than that. My knees appear to buckle underneath Serena's pushing but the upward leap that soon follows betrays what I had actually been doing, bending my knees in preparation to jump. Once in the air my knees rise up directly underneath the chin and face of Serena, my hands still tugging on her hair but now all of my body weight is dragging Serena's face down onto my unforgiving knees with a loud thud just as my back hits the carpet.
The impact causes Serena's woman to stiffen all at once, with a hard shove I roll her off of my knees and down onto her back at my side while I quickly move to straddle the woman's waist with my green eyes glaring down at her. A series of harsh punches follow which hammer away at the tits of Serena in payback for that uppercut from a moment ago, each blow sending the struck mound bouncing up or to the sides with her bikini looking as if it might tear at any time, even giving her face a quick hit if she so chose to lift it up.
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FANTASTIC amount of writing and effort by Michelle here ....
Nice seeing Emily popping in ... STILL looking FANTASTIC!!
LYANNA ... Wowwwwww ... SEXY photos added in ....
SERENA ... ALWAYS have liked this lady ...
These 2 ladies seem to match up very well ... head to toe .... VERY hard to call this match up ... MAY have to watch this one .. for the add ins/ exchanges between the ladies.. Before adding the vote ...
Have been friends with Serena for some time .. Yet by her postings.. Looking like Lyanna more focused to get the win here..
NICE pairing of 2 very lovely, and impressive ladies here.
Storm
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Overwhelming win for Lyanna! :P
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Overwhelming win for Lyanna! :P
"Overwhelming" was MY win over YOU! Remember it and shut up, you bitch!
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I was in control, as Lyanna was locked up in my hold, struggling to not falling down back...............her body was arched back, her legs were wobbling and she was going down.............."You are fading fast, whore! But you'll suffer much more, before the ending!" I said right in her face ;D................my grin was turned in a grimace, as Lyanna took a grasp on my hair again..............so I clenched my free fist to hit her midsection and weaken her more..............but suddenly Lyanna jumped up and back, dragging me down with her by the hair grasp..............so as her back hit the floor, my chin slammed to her knees................the impact really stunned me and I was almost unconscious..............Lyanna easily rolled me on my back on the floor, my arms and legs laying motionless on my sides, as she straddled my midsection................so I'm now at her mercy and obviously she has no mercy at all ::)!..................Lyanna is delivering a flurry of punches to my unprotected wonderful breasts................"cobwebs" into my mind are now dissolving, as I regain my full consciousness...............I feel harsh pain in my breasts, as each one of Lyanna's punches is forcing them to bounce in every direction, as my bikini top is desperately struggling to retain them into................I let out a moan to every blow I take, as I'm thinking about what to do to escape from this bad situation...................my arms and legs are free..................and I can use my legs and knees too!.................Lyanna is really focused on her dirty job and she doesn't care of my legs, as I stretch them out and then I abruptly lift them up full force..................both of my knees slam to Lyanna's back, crushing her kidneys and forcing her to fall forward on her hands and knees..................I can see her tummy just some inches over my face now...............so I clench my right fist and I slam it hard to her lower belly...............Lyanna gasps and is forced to roll aside on her back to the floor..............I get up sitting on my butt and I grin, as I see a nice chance to apply a painful hold ;D...................I put my left foot's sole to Lyanna's hip, then I grab her right leg to the ankle and, using both of my hands, I start to stretch out her leg and to twist her foot to an unnatural angle....................."Now it's time to scream, you bitch!" I say loud enough as all the onlookers can hear me ;D....................
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Great story. It got me going better than Viagra and 25 year old Scotch. Serena wins after a long, hard, erotic battle.
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Society is back! Good news for catfight fans!
Why The Scribbler is not "on command" here? I hope my favourite catfight-writer is well!
Michelle took his place (hard challenge) and she is doing a great job! "Hats off" to you, Michelle!
Society is the best of the best! And this match confirms the long tradition!
Serena vs Lyanna is a wonderful matchup! They are tough, sexy, hot as hell, skilled, descriptive..................I can't say it all!
Their previous match was not a fight, it was a real war! Long, hard, uncertain until the last minute! And the rematch promises to be the same!
I really can't say who to vote for! ???
I simply love Serena! I love her as a classy person, I love her stunning beauty (she has probably the sexiest body on this site), I love her style in fighting, I love her unending tenacy! I won a lot of money when I bet on her win against Lyanna in their first match! And I lost when I put my money against her in her match vs Marlies! So Serena is probably the "safe horse" to bet on!
Lyanna is becoming a favourite of mine too! She is so good in fighting and in writing too! And she has a voluptuous curvy body too!
She is looking for a revenge here! And she is very anxious and determined to catch it! Would this fact help her to gain "extra-force points" and to take the victory, or would it affect negatively her mental lucidity and will make her to do a fatal error? Difficoult to say!
.........................mmmmhhhh! I mumble as I scratch my head :-\......................................................................................
OK! This time my money are on Lyanna to win! Because I'd like to see her gaining her revenge! I think it will be so sexy and I'm here in the front row to enjoy the show! I'm so curious to see what Lyanna has in her pocket to humble her rival! ;)
But the main reason is this: if Serena wins, I fear that this one could be the last match btw them! Instead, if Lyanna wins, they would be paired up! So the "feud" will go on to broke the tie and we'll have the pleasure to see a third match...............and a fourth one....................and a fifth one.....................and....................
Ok! I'm a bit complicated! But I made my choice! My money on Lyanna! 8)
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Lyanna walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes ...
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Serena had sorely overestimated her own strength if she truly thought she could drive me back down to the floor after landing only one good hit of her own against me, my body was far too powerful and my pride too great for me to allow her to just push me over like she was trying. As expected she was already running her mouth, a trait of hers I had picked up on during our first fight the previous year, yet unlike then when I had kept quiet trying to conserve my breath for the actual fighting rather than meaningless words this time I had some of my own for her.
"Whats that? All I hear is some bitch spouting the same bullshit as always, but if its pain you want then let me oblige you!" I spat back into her face before leaping backwards and driving my knees up into Serena's jaw, letting gravity and my own weight do the rest of the work as I dropped to the floor with Serena being dragged along for the ride by her hair. Her head bounced back from the impact and for a moment I thought about checking to make sure she was still conscious, but to do so would be to show weakness and that I couldn't afford. Instead I pushed her onto her back and mounted her midsection, my firm ass pressing down upon her stomach to make what little breathing she was doing a painful effort all its own, and with my fists I checked to see if she was still awake with a barrage of punches to her modest mounds. With each punch I pulled my arms back before delivering the blow, raining my fists down on Serena with my full strength behind each and every one with her only signs of life being the moans which echoed throughout the room after each strike.
I however did not have eyes in the back of my head and just as I was taking aim at Serena's face her knees caught me in the back throwing me off balance, and as my I leaned over the top of Serena I felt one of her fists bury itself in my stomach. From the bottom her punch didn't have much behind it but it was enough to make me reconsider my positioning, tactically retreating for the moment as I rolled over to place some distance between us so we could both get back onto our feet. Serena however had a different plan and before I could shake her grip she had my leg caught and pulled out, her hands wrapped around the foot as she twisted it sharply, sending jolts of pain shooting through my ankle while I tried to turn in the same direction to lessen the stress on my joint.
I would never be satisfied with just surviving and the flash of anger in my jade green eyes would be all the warning Serena would get before I brought my other leg and brought it smashing into the side of the woman's jaw, compounding the big hit I had landed on her chin just moments earlier. Serena's head snapped to the side from the force of the kick and her hands loosened enough for me to pull my foot from her grasp, but even then I wasn't finished with her and and I thrust my foot right into her face. This kick threw Serena down onto her back for the second time while I scrambled back to my feet, smiling down at the fallen woman before slamming my foot down onto her crotch.
"Now be a good little bitch and scream for me."
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Go Lyanna! Fantastic fight so far!
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I was enjoying myself in controlling my opponent by the ankle hold.........................I was twisting her foot roughly, causing pain in her ankle, knee and hip joints in the same time......................a grimace appeared on Lyanna's face and I was pleased even more, when she did let out a moan...................I smiled ;D to some of the onlookers, as I saw them looking to us carefully, but without a word, truly impassioned by the fight's intensity...................suddenly Lyanna's free leg did snap and hit my jaw from the right side..............the blow was not so violent, but hard enough to force me to lose my grip on Lyanna's ankle.....................in a bit of time, I took another kick to my face (fortunately it didn't break my nose) and I did fall back, down to the floor again (I hate myself for beeing so incautious >:().................anyway this time I'm fully conscious about the situation and I can imagine Lyanna's next moves and try to prevent them................also I hope that, because of the pain in her leg joints, she can't be very fast................Lyanna gets up on her feet and approaches me...............I hear her taunting words as she stomps down, aiming to my crotch.............."Not so easy, you whore!" I shout back, as my hands grab her foot by the sole and cushion the blow almost completely.................only for a second, my sight meets Lyanna's eyes and I can see a light of displeasure into them...................but the bitch has much more to be worried of!....................as I push her foot up enough, I go for a "leg sweep" and, pivoting on my butt, I slam my legs hard to her free ankle..................Lyanna screams and falls down to the floor, bumping heavily on her butt and tail bone................"Payback time, bitch!" I shout as I fire a kick to her face, in retaliation for her previous one...................my sole slams roughly to her face and she is projected back and to the ground...................I get up to my feet and I notice that the right cup of my bikini top almost gave up..................it's probably because of Lyanna's punches, but my right tit is now almost completely out of the bikini top, the hard nipple fully on display.................it's quite uncomfortable, but I don't care of it.................I'm totally focused on my opponent, as the predatory light into my eyes truly express >:(........................I approach her as she is getting up to her feet again................I put my right arm back and I fire a punch, as hard as I can, right to Lyanna's stomach..................she bends herself forward, when my fist hits her and digs in................Lyanna lets out a deep groan for my pure pleasure ;D.................."No! Don't go down so fast! I'll tell you when I'm finished!" I taunt her, as I grab Lyanna's hair to keep her in position...............then I lift my right knee to slam it right to her plump breasts........................
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Wednesday p.m. Sept 10 – Teaser/Summary
For those new to the Society, we try and post a teaser/summary, along with a few thoughts every evening during the poll. Here is today's teaser/summary:
Lyanna had appeared to be taking control early and momentum appeared to be on the tough, skilled blonde’s side. Then to no one’s surprise we saw Serena dig down deep and mount a comeback. We saw Serena in trouble as she was taken down to the floor brutally, finding herself nearly unconscious for a brief moment but as seems to be the case often with her, she found a counter and then showed us a few moves her self.
The Italian beauty never stays down long and she again is showed the toughness and tenacity that has long been her hallmark. She had let her guard down for an instant and she should have known better as Lyanna took advantage of the opening she was longing for!
Serena lay stunned on the arena floor, not quite knowing what happened as in one moment she pulling Lyanna’s head back, her legs apparently braced and about to bring her down, then in a blink of an eyes, a stunned Serena was on her back, Lyanna straddling her raining punches down on her firm breasts as Serena yelped and screamed pain as the soft sensitive tissue of her breasts struggled to absorb the hailstorm of blows to her chest! Serena was in trouble and she knew it and knew she would have to act fast!
I stood by Michael as we both sipped our champagne. Michael was a little shocked at the sudden turn of events, seeing a stunned Serena lying on her back, Lyanna on top of her using her as a punching bag, as he glanced over at me and whispered
“I think Serena's losing control of this!”
I looked down at Serena and suddenly saw her eyes open wide and I saw that familiar flash deep almost jump from her dark blazing orbs. I knew she was far from “being out of it”. I had seen that look in Serena’s eyes before and it usually meant someone was in for some pain. I leaned in and whispered in Michael’s ear,
“Watch this love, it’s a long way from being over”
Serena acted swiftly and instinctively, using the skill and quickness that she has become known for. Swinging her legs and knees up she drove her hard kneecaps viciously into Lyanna’s lower back, the buxom blonde arching her back sharply and screaming out in excruciating pain as she tumbled off of Serena and lay stunned a moment herself on her back, a stunning reversal of roles!
Michael looked over at me with an astonished look and said,
“How did you know?”
I smiled, looking into his eyes as I sipped my champagne and said,
“You forget, I fought her once myself”
Lyanna was surprised – no matter what she did, Serena just kept coming. She had to admit, she was also impressed at the Italian’s ability to soak up punishment and keep fighting. She wondered if this was some kind of deliberate strategy on Serena’s part, to wear Lyanna down, let her exhaust herself and then take control of the fight. If so, the bitch had better have some serious reserves but Lyanna knew she couldn’t afford to get cocky. It was never over until the loser screamed out her surrender. Neither fighter had an advantage at this point, as it was anyone’s fight.
Serena shoved herself to her feet and slowly began to bring get her own labored breathing under control. It was during this short break, as Lyanna lay on her back to the side, that Serena had started to feel burn, the aching and throbbing in her arms and the pain seeping out from her breasts and stomach into the rest of her body! As a fighter however, she had learned not to ignore such pain but to master it, not allowing it to effect my movements. She had learned, as Lyanna had also, to channel the pain and use it, not to fear it. Serena been in tough spots before and this was nothing new to her.
Serena quickly raised her left leg and jammed her left foot down hard on Lyanna’s hip, quickly wrapping both arms around Lyanna’s ankle and began TWISTING it violently in all those directions it simply was not designed to move while Lyanna screamed out in pain!
The audience roared in delight at Serena’s sudden counterattack as she gritted her teeth and twisted Lyanna’s ankle around like a rag doll, screaming out,
“Puttana!” snarled the Italian. “Let me show you the meaning of real pain!” “Let me hear you really scream!”
Finally Lyanna was able to turn just enough to twist and use her free leg to DRIVE her foot hard into Serena’s jaw!!
UUNNGGHHHH!!!
Serena’s head twisted to the side violently with the force of the blow and she fell over to the side on her back. There may have been a brief moment where Serena may have lost consciousness but she dug deep once again! As Serena’s eyes began to slowly focus through the pain and the fog lifted from inside her head, her eyes widened in terror as she saw Lyanna’s foot driving down toward her crotch! This was the opening Lyanna was hoping for as an evil smile came over her lips as she started to stomp down as Serena twisted and writhed!
Being the veteran fighter that she is, time has taught Serena to anticipate what the other fighter will do and that is even truer when she has fought the other girl before and knows her and her moves very well. Serena thrust her arms up instinctively and caught Lyanna’s foot just before it buried itself in her crotch! In the same fluid movement, Serena swept her legs around HARD and buckles Lyanna’s legs, the sexy blonde landing hard to the floor on her ass with a loud grunt!
Lyanna gets to her feet and shoots Serena a glare that could only have but one meaning! As she got up Serena stepped in and slammed her right fist into Lyanna’s firm abs with a loud resounding smack, the air leaving Lyanna’s lungs in a loud WHOOSH! Serena grabbed at Lyanna’s blonde hair and jerked her torso down while at the same time driving her right knee up into her ample F breasts, an audible gasp flowing from the assembled throng!
The cheers of the crowd collectively lessened as most winced and grimaced themselves in an almost shared empathetic moment of pain.
Was Serena gaining control? Could she hold onto this brief advantage?
Or would Lyanna strike back sudden and fast like a cobra and show Serena she was in this for the long haul?
One of the joys of doing a Society fight/poll is they are generally very close and that allows both fighters to go all out and give their all. This fight is proving to be no exception and we have continued to see some ebbs and flows but at the end of the day we are as close as you can be. We’re approaching the halfway point in the contest and it looks like it’s going to be wild and crazy heading into the second half.
Would we have expected any less in a Society contest, especially between these two?
Please keep the comments and participations flowing and give your support to your favorite fighter!
Where will things be tomorrow? Tune in and see, same time, same channel!
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I felt like a lioness on the plains of Africa, stalking my unsuspecting prey through the tall grass while I prepared to pounce and secure the take down. Of course Serena was already flat on her back after taking that brutal kick to her temple and yet another straight to her face, both gifts with love from myself, but it didn't matter whether she was standing or laying down, either way I was going to hunt her until my time to land the final strike came. It wasn't a matter of if to me but when and judging from the few murmurs I could overhear coming from the audience many of them felt as I did, that inevitably Serena would not rise back up to face her but rather break down and scream out in submission.
When Serena didn't rise up I moved in, sensing an opening as I lunged in and brought my right foot straight down onto her defenseless crotch for what would surely draw a gratifying scream from the Italian beauty. Instead the bitch somehow got her hands up in time to catch the foot and softening the impact to a fraction of what it should have been, the woman even had the nerve to taunt me from her back afterward when she should have been worried about getting off the floor, pissing me off even more than I already was. I tried to call upon that anger to lift my foot up for another stomp but Serena struck fast and kicked my legs out from under me, dropping me onto my ass with my spine feeling aflame from the sudden landing. "So says the woman on her back, what does that say about you?" I spat back at her through gritted teeth only to then realize she was no longer laying upon the carpet.
When the kick came my hands were occupied with my aching spine, the woman's foot smashing into my face with far more than enough force to throw me down onto my back with authority. My left hand came up to my chin to make sure nothing was dislocated, wincing from the increased pain that shot through me with even the faintest touch upon my jaw, but thankfully everything still felt in place. Once the numbness faded away only a throbbing pain was left, but with it came a seething anger which I used to push myself back up to my feet, groaning from the initial effort but once on my feet I felt ready to go as many more rounds as it would take.
With my hands raised I turned to face Serena only to be met with her fist instead as Serena drove it into my midsection, pain erupting outward from the point of impact but before I could dwell on this Serena yanked my head downward by my hair, striking with a hard knee shot right up into my heaving breasts. "Gawh!" Spittle flew from my parted lips and I could feel a deep stabbing pain in my tits, my knees threatening to give way for several seconds afterward but through sheer force of will I remained standing albeit doubled over.
Serena wouldn't see it but the pained expression upon my face quickly vanished to be replaced with one of utter fury, my lips pressed firmly into a thin line while the pools of green that were my eyes flashed with rage. The pain was still there but it was starting to fade as I focused on my immense desire to inflict bodily harm on Serena, clenching my left hand into a tight fist before I rose up in a burst of acceleration and drove it into Serena's chin in a powerful uppercut.
The strike caught the Italian unawares and sent her reeling backwards but I wasn't letting her go, my eyes just now noticing that her right breast was exposed and with a wicked grin upon my lips I threw a left hook which smacked into the mound. As Serena recoiled from it my fingers spread wide and dug their nails into the firm breast, squeezing mercilessly before dragging Serena forward by her tit and shooting my knee up into her pussy. My right hand would then reach up to tangle itself in her raven black hair, turning on my back foot to hurl Serena into the wall face first.
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WOW! Congrats to Serena and Lyanna for their posts! They have different styles in writing, but they are both wonderful!
I'm loving each phrase of each post! Thank you so much!
Respects and thanks to Michelle too! Your summaries are so enjoyable! Society pollfights are simply the best way to do it! I'll try a little contribute by myself!
I'm so lucky for being here in New York again to join the Society "party"! I was here many times in the past to attend a lot of fights! When I knew that this evening fighters are Serena and Lyanna, my heart did start to beat like a hammer! They are both skilled wrestlers (and sexy as hell) and I know they really hate each other! Their previous fight was a fabulous show! So the rematch promises a lot!
Michael and Michelle's hospitality is enjoyable and classy as usual (Michael is really a lucky guy, having Michelle to his side)! I recognize a lot of well known faces among the audience, but there are some new faces too! I notice a girl in particular, a stunning beautiful foreign girl accompanied by her bf. She is Russian, I suppose by her accent, and she wears very expensive outfit and jewels! She is the right kind of person to join the Society as an onlooker, but I guess if she could fight too! I'd like to see her as a fighter here! ;)
When the fight begins, I'm totally focused on Serena and Lyanna and everyone else into the room disappears! The fight is brutal and sexy, just like it was supposed to be! It's a back and forth battle, each of the two stunning women trying to dismantle the opponent, piece by piece! I hold my breath because of the tension, as I sip my champagne to try to relax a bit! My heart is near to stop, every time I can hear the sound of the impact of an hard blow, and the sexy feminine moans and screams by Serena and Lyanna! I bet on Lyanna's win this time, but I'm often on the verge to change my mind, as Serena is fighting so hard as usual!
The Italian goddess seems to be in control now, as she is hammering her rival with hard blows to the body, keeping her in position by an hair grasp! But Lyanna has a suddenly comeback and she lands a nice uppercut to her tormentor's chin! WOW! Nice shot! Serena's magnificent right breast is exposed (what a sight, folks! ;)) and Lyanna strucks it right to the gorgeous nipple! The Miami girl is on charge now! Lyanna drags Serena forward by her tit (evil!) and slams her knee to the Italian woman's crotch! Then she hurls her opponent to the opposite wall, by an hair grasp! OOOPPPSSS :o! Suddenly I wake up from my daydream and I realize that I'm on the "shooting trajectory"!
"Pay attention!"I shout to people around me, as I take a quick step aside to avoid Serena's body!
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the result is still very closed and undecided
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"Pay attention!"I shout to people around me, as I take a quick step aside to avoid Serena's body!
Did you really "avoid" my body? You are not a smart guy, Freddy! You lost your good chance! ;) :D
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I was feeling a big pleasure when my knee embedded itself into Lyanna's plump melons....................It was a nice retaliation to her previous barrage of punches............................... My hands were tight entangled with her hair and I was hoping to have her under my control.................I did see some male onlookers gasping for the shot to Lyanna's tits and a grin of satisfaction appeared on my face ;D.................the bitch surprised me, unleashing an uppercut punch, which slammed to the underside of my chin.............OUCH!............stunned by the blow, I was reeling backwards, instinctively struggling to keep my balance..............when I was recovering, I felt sharp pain in my right breast, as Lyanna fired a left hook right to my exposed asset...............that bitch has probably a penchant for my perfect, firm, full rounded tits :P.................a second later Lyanna grabbed my breast and dragged me to her by it..................the pain in my tit was excruciating, but my wail was abruptly silenced by a deep moan, which escaped from my mouth when Lyanna slammed her knee to my crotch...............OOOWWW.................I leaned forward to clutch my sore crotch, when Lyanna grabbed my hair and hurled me across the room, toward the wall..................so I'm running across the room now, my feet reeling, trying to stop me before the dangerous impact................some onlookers are hopping to a side to avoid me (I feel like Moses in front of the Red Sea ;D), but one of them is not fast enough..................I slam face first into a tall mid-age man, pushing him backwards..............his back hits the wall quite roughly, as his champagne glass falls to the ground (please someone pick it up! it's dangerous!)...............I shake my head and I smile to my unintentional helper, whose face is really upset..............."No time to thank you properly now! I'll be back soon!" I say as I blink to him..............then I quickly turn myself to Lyanna, as my eyes fire lightnings to her.........................I step forward to her, my arms up on guard, my whole body ready to attack....................I fake a left punch to the head, then I fire a right kick to her left leg...............my foot slams to the external side of her knee and Lyanna teeters, leaning a bit to her left................I seize the moment and I unleash a right hook to her left cheek, hard enough to force her head snapping to the opposite side................then I go on with a flurry of several hard left and right punches to Lyanna's body....................the first one slams to her stomach..............the others are aimed to her plump tits, crushing them to the ribcage and heavily ruining the bikini top, that is clearly going to give up........................
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Thursday September 11 Teaser/Summary
For those new to the Society, we try and post a teaser/summary, along with a few thoughts every evening during the poll. Here is today’s summary:
Our contest has remained a virtual dead heat the last day, even though there has been absolutely NO shortage of action and activity. It appeared for a time early on that Serena was going to be screaming for mercy as Lyanna had gained a distinct advantage. Maybe it was overconfidence, maybe a touch of arrogance, but she underestimated the Italian beauty as Serena seemed to find a second wind. Lyanna is quick to rise, but like a predator cat, Serena is on her, grabbing Lyanna's blonde locks in both hands and jerking her down while at the same time DRIVING A KNEE hard up into Lyanna’s ample chest!
Before this, Lyanna literally had Serena under her foot and was about to deliver what many present felt would be the “death blow” when Serena pulled a rabbit out of a hat and caught Lyanna’s “laser guided missile foot” that was whistling towards Serena’s crotch with her hands and executed a perfect leg sweep, sending Lyanna TUMBLING to the carpet. Lyanna is quick to rise but like a predator cat Serena is on her, grabbing her blonde locks in both hands and JERKING HER HEAD DOWN while at the same time DRIVING A KNEE HARD up into Lyanna’s pussy!
A collective groan rose from the assembled throng as males standing all around the room grimaced and reached for their crotches like lemmings! I looked over at Michael and stifled my laughter as he instinctively reached for his own crotch and winced, his eye catching me looking over at him as I tilted my head, rolling my eyes in mock indignation!
Frustration was growing in Lyanna’s eyes and everyone can see it! Her frustration was magnified, as she was certain she had Serena right where she wanted her only to be frustrated at the very last second again! The problem with too much reflection on the past is it may cause you considerable pain in the future. Remember the old adage by the great American philosopher by way of Spain, George Santayana;
“Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it”
As the great “Jethro Tull” once sang, Lyanna was caught “Living in the Past” too long and that left Serena with an opening! She caught Lyanna in the side of the head with her foot, driving the blonde to the carpet on her back HARD! Lyanna gamely tried to shake off the fog that had taken up residence in her head and slowly got to her feet
Lyanna’s frustrations were boiling over as she became more pissed by the second. She knew better than to lose control of her emotions as it meant she had also lost her concentration, probably her greatest strength! As she emerged from the fog in her head to only enter another “hell”, Lyanna felt a violent pull in her hair, searing burning pain shooting around her forehead and skull as she literally could hear strands of her blonde hair tearing loose from her scalp! As her torso is pulled forward and bent over, “Lyanna’s Painful Adventure” got worse as she suddenly felt the pain of a lifetime in her chest and breasts as Serena SLAMMED her upraised knees into Lyanna’s F-sized “chest protectors”, along with a few well placed punches to her abs!
Lyanna stayed frozen and doubled over, the pain completely taking over her body, the confused pained thoughts coming a million a second! But as the fog and pain began to subside, it was quickly followed by anger…raw seething anger!! Fighting through the excruciating pain, Lyanna dug deep within herself, drew back her right fist and DROVE A BRUTAL, TEETH-SHATTERING UPPERCUT to Serena’s chin with an audible CRACK!!
GGUUUHH!!!!
Serena SCREAMED OUT, then groaned as her head shot up and back violently, her long black hair flying in all directions as she began to tumble backwards! Lyanna followed up the right uppercut in one fluid motion with a vicious left hook to Serena’s exposed right breast, which had been knocked free of its bikini enclosure earlier!! The firm buxom Italian screamed out in pain and agony,
AAIIIEEE!!
as Lyanna's hard knuckles pancaked the firm, supple flesh of the exposed breast!!
And for the dessert on our menu……
Lyanna spread the fingers of her left hand, BARED HER CLAWS AND RAKED Serena’s already injured breast, leaving a two-lane highway of pinkish-red pain as Serena SHRIEKED OUT loudly! Lyanna literally PULLED a YELPING Serena to her by her breast! As she did, she DROVE HER KNEE HARD into Serena’s PUSSY! Serena's body folded over Lyanna's knee, her thrusting down too late to protect her sensitive mound! As Serena doubled over, Lyanna grabbed a handful of the raven haired Italian’s silken mane, planted her back foot and spun her around, sending Serena flying towards a nearby wall!!
Unfortunately there were a few onlookers between Serena and the wall and it appeared as if some spectators were going to get some up close and personal attention by one of the sexiest fighters on the planet!!
I was standing by Michael, not but a few feet from “Air Serena” and I spit up my champagne as she went whizzing by like an Italian cruise missile!!!
Michael yelled,
“GRAB HER MICHELLE!!”
I lunged for Serena, extending my arms in a full-length dive but missed, my fingers grasping at thin air as she went by in a red bikini clad blur!! Next thing I knew, Serena is headed towards…
HOLY SHIT!....Freddy’s lap?????
I lay extended on the carpet as I see Freddy jump up, a plate full of Peking duck and brown rice flying straight up in the air!! Freddy then shows great skill and acumen and catches Serena’s hurtling body in his arms!! As I watched Freddy, his eyes told me he was having a great time playing “pitch and catch” with Serena’s buxom figure as I watched him wrap his arms around her small waist and give her a few pelvic thrusts before Serena tore herself free and gave him a quick kiss. She then turned and lunged back at Lyanna!! Freddy came over and helped me up, and as I dusted off my white leather vest and pants, he whispered to me,
“Now THAT’S what I call A Close Encounter!”
We turn back to the action as Serena moves at Lyanna with her arms up and fists clenched! Serena bobbed and weaved, feinting a left to Lyanna’s head and LASHING OUT with a lethal kick of her right leg to Lyanna’s left! Lyanna’s left leg buckled at the knee a bit as Serena follows the kick with a solid right hook to Lyanna’s cheek, her face distorting from the blow! Serena had Lyanna reeling a bit and she stepped in close to try for the kill and DROVE a left/right combination to Lyanna’s body, her hard fists raining a flood of pain at Lyanna’s abs and breasts as the fight had taken on the tone of a brutal slugfest now! Lyanna's body tried to fold but she wasn't going to back away! She kept her cool and used all her skills to block and deflect some of the blows, then responding in kind with her own fists when she saw an opening as Serena's head was snapped back and ROCKED with short lefts and rights!
We’re past the midpoint and approaching the home stretch of our contest as many of those present and watching were as drained from the action as the fighters were! And its still to close to call!
Who would gain the momentum needed to close this fight out? Who would have "enough" left to take control and finish her opponent?
It looks like we have another Society nail-biter so stay tuned for tomorrow’s action, same time, same channel!
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"Pay attention!"I shout to people around me, as I take a quick step aside to avoid Serena's body!
Did you really "avoid" my body? You are not a smart guy, Freddy! You lost your good chance! ;) :D
I'm a stupid one! I was crushing my head into the wall five seconds after I posted it, to punish my stupidity! I was probably drunk!
I'm not smart, but I'm a lucky guy! Because Michelle corrected my big mistake in her summary! Thanks Michelle :)!
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Serena had amazed me with her ability to rise back up quickly from even the most cringe worthy of blows, her body always able to shrug off eventually anything thrown her way. It was this trait I hadn't anticipated in our earlier fight and what after looking back I decided had cost me the fight. But this was not then and while Serena's phoenix like ability to get back into the fight so swiftly even after repeated strikes to her face was as present as ever I was no longer surprised, I had come into the fight expecting it and knowing it would anger me, but it wouldn't catch me off guard.
However Serena seemed to underestimate just how much damage and pain I could endure, otherwise she wouldn't have paused to gloat as was her routine. All it took was a second to take a breath and I burst into a blur of movement, striking with a brutal uppercut powered by what felt like every muscle in my body as my legs propelled me up and my arm drove itself fist first into her chin. Her pain was made clear in her screams but I would not relent, chasing her with a huge jab into her naked breast and after dragging her back a knee to her unguarded pussy.
Now I got to watch a show as I spun about and sent her hurtling towards the nearby wall, laughing as patrons scurried out of the way but shrugging my shoulders when I saw Michele failed to grab her. Sadly a man I recognized from previous events acted as a cuishon and the two slammed together, some of the mans food and drink landing on Serena who was now coming back for more.
I raised my arms before me as my martial arts background dictated and soon a clash of wills ensued as Serena attacked me from every direction it seemed. I tried to move my leg away but her kicknstruck first, my knee bending under the strain and before I could block it Serena had landed a hard right, my mouth parting as I shouted out in pain before biting down hard on my bottom lip to stiffle further cries.
Serena pressed forward but as I calmed myself I began to block her blows aimed for my body, twisting away from some to lessen their power while outright avoiding others. I was content to let Serena tire herself until the woman landed an uppercut to my fits which snagged the string between the cups, tearing my top up and away from my body much to the admiration of the crowd as they cheeredbat the sight of my massive but perfectly round and firm 32F breasts. I grinned, shook my shoulders to give my fits a lovely bounce for the crowd and Serena to enjoy, and then struck fast with a left and then a right to Serena's chin to send her stumbling backwards.
"The crowds loving this, but you won't be after I leave you broken on the floor while your fans applaud my victory. So enough going easy." I said soft enough so that only Serena, and some patrons at the front of the crowd, could hear me.
The words had not left my lips a second before I lunged in like a fencer moving in for the kill, avoiding a retaliation punch from Serena before landing a chop to the woman's neck leaving her gasping for air while I followed up with a powerful haymaker to Serena's gut which drove her back a few steps. It was enough room for me to strike with a lightning fast spinning kick to Serena's head, my foot crashing into the side of her head sending her plummeting to the floor hard.
Before she even hit the floor I leaped up and dropped down onto my knees, aiming to try and drive my knees into her stomach with my fist slamming on into her face.
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I'm facing really an hard opponent! I know her and her abilities, and also her weaknesses I think! But she seems to be even stronger than the last time! Probably she had an hard training! I have great stamina and I used it to win our previous fight, but she appears having increased her one! I delivered a nice amount of good shots to her yet, but she is fighting back hard! Energies are inevitably leaving both of us, slowly but surely, as the rough fight is going on! I hope my will and tenacy can support me until the point of her final exhaustion! I defeated her once, I can do it again! :)
I'm hammering her body, tormenting her belly and tits with my fists, alternating straight ones, hooks and uppercuts.....................Lyanna is on defensive mode, as she is trying to protect herself as much as she can with her arms...................I land some good shots anyway, having her panting and struggling to not shouting in pain :P......................an uppercut tears up her bikini top and Lyanna remains topless, her plump melons dangling free and bouncing on her chest..................I'm thinking about using them further as punching bags, as they are now an inviting target ;D, but Lyanna has different ideas.................the bitch fires a quick one-two left-right combo to my already sore chin...............I stumble backwards a bit, as I shake my head to dispel the haze in front of my eyes, as my opponent is spitting out some venomous words.................when I recover my clear sight, I try a retaliation punch but Lyanna hits me with a vicious chop to my neck................I gasp for air, my eyes widened in the effort, leaving me open to the next attack...................Lyanna takes advantage of my difficult breathing and makes it even more difficult by delivering a solid shot to my tummy................OOOFFF..............I moan as I stumble backwards a bit.................I lift my head up again to face my opponent, but here arrives the worst part :o................Lyanna turns herself in a killer-dancer ::) and she fires a spinning kick to my head................I can't avoid it and I fall down to the floor in a heap, without a wail.................I don't know how and why, but I manage to save myself again.................probably it's my instinct of survival, or my long experience in fighting, or simply luck.................but in the same instant I hit the floor, I immediately assume the fetal position, by lifting my legs over my torso................so I manage to deflect a terrible attack, which would surely end the fight, if realized.....................Lyanna is throwing herself to me, her knees aiming to my midsection....................but she lands on my doubled legs instead...................the impact costs pain to both of us and Lyanna is projected over my body and to the ground................she lands on her left shoulder and head first and we both stay down to the ground during some eternal seconds, stunned by the impact..................the onlookers are probably arguing if we are still alive and able to go on...................panting heavily, I slowly get on my hands an knees, then sitting on the balls of my feet...................as I look in anger at my opponent, who is writhing near to me, tired of the uncomfortable piece of cloth, I take my ruined bikini top off of me, letting my breasts bouncing free for the crowd's pleasure ;)...................I throw my top aside (No problem! Lyanna will retrieve it and take it back to me in her mouth, after the fight ;D) and I get slowly to my feet................."Do you want to really get me in anger, do you? It's not a good thing for you, slut!"....................I shout out as I take a step to my opponent, who is slowly getting on her hands and knees too..............then I fire an hard kick to her ribcage...............Lyanna rolls to the opposite side and I chase her, delivering several kicks to her body, as she keeps rolling on the floor....................I focus my shots to her belly and ribcage, to make her breathing difficult and painful..................abruptly I take a tight grasp to her hair and I roughly drag Lyanna up to her knees by it.................then I lift my right arm and I slam my open palm hard directly to her dangling breasts.......................
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Excellent exchange of blows by both of the fighters! I'm loving the taunting words too!
It's a clash of goddesses!
The ending is so near and it's still a tie! WOW!
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another great fight (and story) and still opened to any result....
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Saturday September 12 a.m. - Teaser/Summary
For those new to the Society, we try and post a teaser/summary, along with a few thoughts every evening and or morning during the poll. Here is today’s summary of the last day’s action:
It appeared Serena was gaining an advantage as we closed the day yesterday but as always, things tended to even out over time. Each fighter had finally reached a point at which they were throwing everything “but the kitchen sink” at each other! I am pretty sure I even saw a sink flying through the air at one point! Lyanna was taking more hits early on than Baghdad did during “Shock and Awe”. We were seeing some very brutal toe-to-toe action at that point as the throng assembled there to witness the epic event oohed and aahed, gasping in amazement over and over with each blow that was landed!
Both fighters had continued to impress the experts with their ability to absorb punishment as the look of steely-eyed determination on each girl’s face made it obvious that they each had only one thing in mind; the complete and total destruction and utter humiliation of her opponent. You almost felt like you were sitting in a theatre munching on popcorn and watching one of those “Rocky” movies, where both fighters just seemed to trade blows for what seemed like an eternity, only to keep getting up and returning for more as if their appetites for punishment was almost insatiable, as if the desire for pain couldn't be quenched.
While we may have thought that Serena was beginning to gain a bit of an advantage, we should have known that any advantage by either fighter in this contest would be like a brief strong wind that blows through and then it suddenly becomes calm again or shifts direction. I watched with Michael as Serena gloated in an almost mock celebration after landing one brutal punch after another to Lyanna’s buxom frame! One thing, which is always good advice to any fighter, is it seldom pays to celebrate too early when the contest is a fairly equal one! Serena’s rapid fire assault of bare fisted blows tore Lyanna’s bikini top free, as we watched it dangle precipitously from a hard erect nipple for a brief moment before falling to the carpet. I suspect that either Lyanna's top tearing free either shocked Serena or the visual of Lyanna’s twin mounds right in front of her made her feel like she had almost scaled Mt. Everest itself as she appeared to be almost gloating! The assembled throng of onlookers, almost as if on cue, leapt to their feet and cheered, as you would have thought the Red Sea had parted when Lyanna’s bikini top FINALLY gave way to the incessant battering that her luscious, sensual breasts had taken! It must be that “melons were in season” as Serena’s fists went after Lyanna’s breasts in a rapid-fire barrage of lefts and rights! Michael even jumped up out of his chair and pumped his fist when her top dropped off and he suddenly remembered who he was “with” and looked down at me out of the corner of his eye, noting I was giving him that "Look", which I quickly followed with a sly then a grin, shaking my head at him. He sat back down, looked over at me, leaned in and whispered,
“What do you expect?” “I’m a guy for Pete’s sake!”
I reached over and placed my right hand in his lap and wrapped my fingers around the obvious bulge in his slacks and squeezed. I then leaned over and whispered back,
“I can tell love, you'll never get any argument from me on that score!”
Michael jumped a bit as I squeezed his manhood, quickly raising his right hand up and placing it over his mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head as he struggled to regain his composure, much to my personal delight, and obviously his.
True to form, Lyanna fought back, and like the warrior that she is, she doesn’t let a little (did I just say little when discussing Lyanna’s boobs? I apologize for that indiscretion!) bitty “wardrobe malfunction” interfere with her laser-like focus on the task in front of her, which was to destroy Serena! Probably the breeze created by Lyanna’s breasts exploding from her torn bikini top distracted Serena because that was the opening Lyanna was looking for! She sent a lightning quick left/right combination to Serena’s chin that left her head flopping around on her shoulders like that of a bobble head doll, the Italian seductress stumbling back from the force and the ferocity of the blows, grunting out in obvious pain!
GUUUHH!!!!
I was close enough to hear Lyanna taunt Serena, almost as if she was mocking Serena's efforts to show the Italian beauty she wasn't hurt and had plenty of fight left in her! As Lyanna landed her brutal blows I saw a smile come over her sexy lips and her taunts left little doubt she was enjoying her chance to back the Italian beauty up, hurt her and let her know she still had plenty left in her. The crowd responded by almost seeming to roar its approval louder and louder with the landing of each blow!
Lyanna lunged inside of Serena’s defenses, ducking below a wild right and swinging her own right arm up in a wide arc, slashing Serena across her neck with a wicked chop!
GGGUUHHH!!!
The resounding smack of Lyanna’s hand across Serena’s neck was heard throughout the room as audience members gasped! Serena staggered back, her hands thrusting up and clutching her throat as her eyes widened, her mouth agape as she tried to breathe! Lyanna was quick to follow-up as she plowed a hard, brutal right to Serena’s heaving abs, forcing the Italian back a few more steps as she bent over at the waist, wheezing desperately for a some air!! As Serena was doubled over, Lyanna closed the distance between them with a perfectly executed spinning kick to the side of the stunned Italian’s head hat spun the dark haired beauty almost completely around!!
OOMMPPFF!!
Serena’s body twisted like a tall tree in a gale force wind as she crumpled to her knees on the carpet! Lyanna decided it was time to make this contest "up close and personal” as she lunged at Serena, dropping to her knees in front of the shaken beauty and firing off several punches at her head in rapid fire fashion, Serena's head snapping back, her jet-black hair flying in all directions!!
Serena struggled to both get some air into her oxygen deprived lungs and cover up to try and deflect the fusillade of hammer-type blows being fired at her by a determined Lyanna! Serena seems to have a flashback to an earlier time as she tries to curl her body instinctively into a fetal position, which at present seems her only hope of withstanding this withering assault on her body and senses!
Lyanna sensed she had a chance for the kill here and seeing Serena lying on the carpet, drove her knees down at the seemingly helpless Italian fighter! As Lyanna drove her knees down, Serena lifted her own up in a weak effort to try and protect herself! The impact and the pain caused by Lyanna’s weight behind her dropping knees sent agonizing rapid pulses of pain throughout Serena’s prone body as she screamed out in agony!
AAIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!
Lyanna landed on Serena with her knees, then rolled over the top of her! Lyanna landed awkwardly on her head and neck on the carpet and is momentarily stunned! The audience members once again gasped, as scattered screams also filled the room, people standing and moving around to get a better look as both fighters lay writhing on the carpeted arena surface! Then, it began as if almost on cue…some scattered clapping is heard from a few of the assembled throng, the distant clapping growing to a crescendo as both fighters slowly get to their knees! They exchanged icy glares and somehow manage to shove their battered and brutalized bodies to their feet as cheers fill the room! The crowd, showing their appreciation for how these two fighters have put it all “on the line “and “laid it allout there” in an effort to win!
Serena managed to drive a few kicks at Lyanna, who still had enough energy left to force her tired exhausted body to twist and take the kicks to her side and thighs, her mouth still opening and emitting a loud groan as she absorbed the vicious kicks,
GGAAAWWWDD!!!!
Serena then moved in closer and grabbed a handful of Lyanna’s hair and started to pull!
TO BE CONTINUED
We’re in the home stretch and approaching the finish line of our contest, as many of those present and watching can’t stop squirming in their seats as they’re collective nervous anticipation continues to build, all present wondering,
Who will come out on top in this epic contest of skill, stamina and determination!
Who will gain the momentum needed to close this fight out?
Less than 36 hours left in this battle for "supremacy so cast your votes and make your posts! As we say in Louisiana, vote early and vote often!
It looks like we have yet another Society nail-biter so stay tuned for tomorrow’s action, SAME time, SAME channel!
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Go Lyanna!
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It used to be I would have stared at Serena in pure disbelief as she endured countless brutal shots to her head and body and yet she remained unconscious when nearly any other woman would have been out cold at my feet a long time ago. But now I would have been disappointed to see anything less from the woman I had waited months to challenge once again, to have her go down before now would have left me with a great deal of anger left to vent, and I doubted the crowd would have liked it much either. They did come here to be entertained in the end and while to most of those in attendance Serena and I were little more than beautiful objects fighting for their arousal, there were a few I wanted to enjoy this fight as much as I was, and a quick glance over at Michelle, chief amongst those whom I actually cared for, told me she was on the edge of her seat.
I could not let my gaze linger for long upon Michelle however, no matter how much I desired to, for the Italian bombshell before me continued to stir and so long as she was moving she was a grave threat to my health and chance at victory. "This doesn't have to end with you out cold Serena, just submit, proclaim me your mistress, and this pain can end...soon after." I said half to Serena and half to the crowd that seemed to press in closer around us the longer the fight went on, but I didn't smirk or laugh this time to show how serious I was with my offer. To hear her cry out in defeat, to be rewarded with those sweet words as her will shattered and she resigned herself to my control, that would be far sweeter than simply knocking her out.
In order to punctuate my words with action I leaped skyward with my legs brought up so that I would land with my knees burrowing into her soft body, using Serena herself to cushion my fall as I put even more of the fight out of her. However she reacted by curling up into a pathetic looking ball with her own knees brought close to her chest, my knees colliding with hers with a loud crack of bone hitting bone. While her knees were slammed down into her own chest I toppled over and landed hard on the floor with my head bouncing off of it, leaving me dazed as I tried to get back up to my knees before Serena could. My heavy tits now hung without restraint from my chest, swaying from side to side gently as I crawled away only Serena did not let me get far before she drove her foot into my side. The sudden kick caught me off guard and soon it was all I could do to shuffle sideways while she gave chase, groaning with every blow Serena connected with until it seemed the Italian grew tired with the hunt and dug her fingers into my blond mane.
"Ahhhhh!" I shouted in pain as Serena hauled all 135 pounds of me off the floor, my hands latched onto her wrists to both help her in the process and keep some of the pressure off of my hair. When those hands left my hair I knew she was about to strike and I was right, Serena throwing a hard punch at my breasts but she should have done that before letting go of me. My body then moved on its own thanks to countless hours of hard training, my martial arts background coming into play as I reacted to her punch instinctually by moving my right foot back behind my left, turning sideways so that her arm passed by without so much as brushing my tits while my hands shot up to take hold of the offending arm. My right hand latched onto Serena's wrist while the left grabbed her elbow, the right pulling while the left pushed to twisted the arm forcing Serena to bend over to avoid having her arm dislocated.
Now that Serena was staring down at the floor I struck, bringing my knee shooting upward to slam into her tits not once or twice but three times in quick succession, not letting her move from that spot as I applied pressure to her elbow, shoulder, and wrist while my shots struck true. The fourth knee strikes her stomach instead to soften her up before I kick at her legs to sweep them out from under her, using my body weight as I then force her down face first into the floor before rolling away from the now downed Serena.
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Go Lyanna!
Go Serenna!
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Keep on the excellent job, ladies! You are wonderful!
Lyanna appears to have Serena under control now! Wow! What a sight!
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I'm going to destroy this bitch and teach her an hard lesson, like I did the last time..................................my kicks are raining to her body, as Lyanna is rolling on the carpet at my feet..................when I think she is enough softened up, I haul her up by her hair and I unleash another blow, aimed to her chest..................but surprisingly Lyanna manages to avoid it, as my blow only touches her nude breasts.................as I am off balance, Lyanna grabs my extended arm in her hands and she twists roughly on it...................I scream in pain, as I'm forced to lean forward my torso, my arm blocked behind my back.................Lyanna gives me no room to react, as she slams her right knee upward three consecutive times to my dangling tits.................a groan leaves my mouth for each vicious blow, as excruciating pain is tormenting my chest and my arm................through my hair, casually draped on my face, I can see some of the onlookers in front of me................they are truly involved into the fight, as many of them will win or lose a lot of money because of the final result..................they know and respect me, as I won three fights into this room and I did never lose one.................now I can't say if they are more surprised, more sorry, or more pleased, as they see me in trouble, immobilized in my opponent's power.................my thoughts are abruptly interrupted, as Lyanna slams her knee to my stomach, forcing a deep moan with some breath out of my mouth...................then I feel my legs sweeped out of under me and I lose my balance, falling down to the ground face first..................my already sore body bumps to the floor, my right arm still twisted behind my back, and I lay down motionless....................I don't know why, but Lyanna doesn't go on in her onslaught, as I am now an easy target, but she chooses to take some steps aside.............perhaps she fears an immediate retaliation.....................or perhaps she wants to attack me face to face, showing some respect to me..............more probably she is truly exhausted like me and she needs to take some rest.................I turn my head to her and my dark eyes cross hers................we look at each other for some seconds, exchanging silent words...............we both know that our ferocious determination is still intact, no matter how much punishment we absorbed yet...............always looking right into her eyes, I manage to slowly get on my feet again, as the onlookers are murmuring.................I adjust my bikini bottom over my hips, I get my hair out of my face, I lift my arms on guard, as I face my opponent again.............I'm still alive! And I'm still dangerous! Will my body support my determination until the last second of this? Will Lyanna manage to resist a second more than me? We will see about it! But I'm ready!...............my voice is quite audible for everybody as it leaves my lips: "That's good, you slut! We had a nice warm up! Now let's finish this, once and for all!"..................
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This poll is going to officially end at 600 PM EDT TODAY (1200 GMT). That is roughly an hour and a half from now. That was how it was originally scheduled last Sunday but we have had a few software glitches along the way that have had to be corrected, this being the second such occurrence. Thanks to Big devil's help we have managed to keep ahead of at least the first glitch. If I am unable to get it fixed to shut down automatically, it can be shut down manually and the votes locked at that point, which I will do.
Sorry for the inconvenience but it seems the software had decided to be a little rebellious this week.
AGAIN...the poll ends at 1200 GMT as indicated by the clock at the top of the page.
You STILL have time to vote and post your participation so we encourage you to do so :)
For your participation to this point, myself, Lyanna and Serena thank you :)
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Pretty cool how I worked a NASCAR angle into this...wasn't it?
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The Dream
One thing about running a Society poll is, it can be crazy and stressful. One thing I also have to do is decide whom I am going to vote for, make all the posts, summarize the action. It takes some time and all this added together was messing with my sleep patterns big time! It finally came to a head last night as all I did was toss and turn in my sleep as I just couldn’t fucking get comfortable! I had hurt my knee jogging a few days ago and it was still very painful.
I kept turning over and over as the throbbing in my knee just seems to persist and I couldn’t find a comfortable position to lay in. The pain just seemed to come in waves and varied between 2 levels....
1) Level 1 - not too bad, could use some Tylenol...maybe half a hydrocodone.... just want to moan a little…want some sympathy….do some pouting.... not ready to scream.
2) Level 2 - HURTS LIKE FUCK!!!...Want to SCREAM out like a Banshee!...FUCK HYDROCODONE!...I WANT MORPHINE!...and if you touch me you will DIE!
Pain and I are old friends actually. What? You don’t believe me?
Anyway, I keep having these wild ass dreams too and then I’d wake up and sort of shake it off, and go back to sleep…
And then the dream would start all over again!!
MUTHAFUCCA!
In my dream, I keep having this visual that is a really wacko, Technicolor, 3D, In-Yo-Face dream sequence! I keep seeing these two women, one brunette, the other a blonde with like MEGA sized boobs; we’re talking F-plus here folks! They were going at it tooth and nail, sword fighting, but just not with swords. They are going at it with these extra long VIBRATORS!
I told you it was a crazy dream!
Fuckers look like damn light sabers and I kept expecting Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader to appear in the dream at any moment with a shit load of Storm Troopers, but to my great disappointment, they NEVER DID! Sexy girls with giant boobs, screaming like BANSHEES in my apartment, sword fighting with vibrators isn’t a normal occurrence, and not even in my wildest dreams!!
This shit is not supposed to go on in Central Park West!
But then, as always, suddenly, my eyes would pop open and I'm awake in my bedroom, my Shi Tzu dog Carly laying down at my feet looking at me with those big dark eyes with that look that just seems to say to me…. WHAT THE FUCK BITCH!
My long legs have the sheets all wrapped around them like I’m a freaking enchilada! I can hear the faint din of traffic outside, and street lamps barely visible through the window from the park across the street.
But, what the hell? I thought I was awake! The crazy chicks with the giant boobs are still screaming and fighting, and the noise seems to be coming from next door. Is this one of those weird waking dreams? What time is it anyway? I look over at my clock. And its dark like it’s unplugged. I plug it back in and it simply says to me, “Get the FUCK back to sleep!”
Surely I’m still dreaming? This out of body experience is a bit much though!
SHEEEEEEIT! I tumble out out of bed, my hair looking like something out of the “Bride of Frankenstein”, eyes bloodshot, in my red Stanford nightshirt that goes to just above the knee and black silk panties. As my large dark eyes start to focus and the rational thoughts (I know what you’re thinking so DON’T say it!) begin to flow around in my head, I realize the hellish racket is coming from my next-door neighbor’s, Michael and Michelle. Well, no surprise there. Those two go at it sometimes like it’s the Olympic tryouts in sexual gymnastics (now that is a sport I’d watch!) and they invited spectators!
But what the hell is Michelle doing now? Watching a porn flic with mud wrestling maybe? I doubt it. She is more likely having a sex therapy class at her apartment. She damn sure isn’t watching “Betheny” or "Dr. Phil”.
What then? Is she having full contact, bouncing off the walls sex with her new boyfriend George Clooney…errr…Michael (hell I’d fuck him into a coma!). That couldn't be it either. Michael has been sleeping with Michelle’s girlfriend on the side while Michelle's at work, and while she's a wild one, she's not this crazy. Wait just a minute…this is Michelle we’re talking about. Just what in the Wide, Wide World of FUCK is going on?
Well, I need to get to the bottom of this. I have an epic shopping day planned for tomorrow along with an extended stay at a happy hour and a party later!!
I NEED SLEEP!!
I stumble down my short hallway to the kitchen and pull open the cooking utensil drawer and pull out the biggest damn knife I can find. I am NOT going over there unarmed, no way Jose! That’s how people end up on the 1100 p.m. news with a police outline around their prone body, yellow tape across the entrance, and Ted Danson with “CSI” stripping you naked trying to guess how you were murdered!
I head out the door and wen next door and noticed the door was open! Her door is wide open. I stood in the doorway, looked back up and down the hall before sticking my head in, looking around carefully as my heart pounded with trepidation! I took a step in; followed by another, as I entered the opulent apartment when suddenly I heard this explosion of noise screams and yells! All my manufactured courage had disappeared in an instant and my eyes bugged out like in one of those Road Runner cartoons when he drops the Acme Anvil on Wil E. Coyote! My lips part and I exclaim,
Aye Caramba!!
There's some sexy darker skinned brunette girl on her knees, her face covered in perspiration, topless and wearing a pair of red bikini bottoms, her hair wet and matted. A second girl, a buxom (that’s an understatement) blonde, was standing behind the brunette wearing only a pair of black bikini bottoms. She had the brunette in what appeared to be a full nelson and was shaking her from side to side like a rag doll!
I hold the knife up in my hand and start to wonder what I should do. Suddenly an angel appears on my left shoulder,
"Do the right thing! Break these girls up!"
She’s dressed on in white, low cut dress, very revealing, skirt doesn’t go below the knee! God she’s hot! She looks suspiciously like my girlfriend Harper! Aye Caramba!!
The “devil” (looking suspiciously like MYSELF in a cheap shit, but very sexy and revealing Satan costume) appears on my right shoulder holding a pitchfork, yelling at me
“This is none of your business you hooker! Go back to bed!"
The “Satan” looked suspiciously like Michelle and that devil costume was leaving little to the imagination! I have to admit, sexy hot babe Satan Michelle was looking hawt and fine and making a really good case that I should let this fiasco play out and just haul my ass back next door! I kept telling myself this WAS A DREAM…THIS WAS A DREAM!!
It wasn’t REAL! Right?
I had almost decided to flip a coin to solve this dilemma! I got so frustrated I finally I just slapped myself a few times hard and blinked! Suddenly, I woke up startled, finding myself back in my bedroom, the covers pulled up over my head, shaking like a leaf! I jumped out of bed and ran to the front door! I quintuple locked the doors, arming the two Claymores I have facing the door. I then make sure the barbed wire is tight across the door and its electrified. The moat is full of gasoline and the trip wire should ignite the flame that would set it on fire if anyone breaks through the first line of defense! Finally, the 50-caliber belt-fed machine gun is set up in the doorway to my bedroom and my two Shi Tzu’s are standing guard! Then, grabbing my favorite teddy bear, crawl underneath my bed and pull a pillow over my head to as the final line of defense and to simply just shut all the chaos and confusion out!
But before I went back asleep I made a quick note in my IPad Mini – move back to San Francisco and get off Hydrocodone without further delay!
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Voting is officially closed on this poll after 7 days....and Lyanna is declared the winner....congratulations to Lyanna :). As I had mentioned earlier...the software says we have another day but that isn't true...the 7 days is up and was up at approximately 1200 GMT today.
The voting is now locked.
I will be posting my ending this evening, along with some final thoughts
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Voting is officially closed on this poll after 7 days....and Lyanna is declared the winner....congratulations to Lyanna :).
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Well done. Very good poll.
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Voting is officially closed on this poll after 7 days....and Lyanna is declared the winner....congratulations to Lyanna :).
Yes :)! I won again, as I did bet on Lyanna's win! Society fights are increasing my money a lot! ;D
It was a clash of goddesses! "Goddess Lyanna" defeated "goddess Serena" this time! But I hope we'll see much more about their feud!
As we are waiting for the ending of the story by the "goddess Michelle"(yes, she is in my personal Olympus too), I post two pics, representing my fantasies about Lyanna posing over her defeated rival's body and having "fun" with Serena during the next night! ;)
Enjoy it!
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The Finale
Lyanna’s right hand latched onto Serena's wrist while the left grabbed her elbow, the right pulling while the left pushed, twisting the arm HARD and forcing Serena to bend over to avoid having her arm dislocated, Serena dropping to her knees!
“Now it’s your turn to feel the pain…what is that you called me…. Puttana?” She twisted Serena’s arm violently down and those close to the arena floor heard a barely audible “CRACK” as Serena screamed out in agonizing pain!
“That’s right Serena! SCREAM for all these people!!!”
Serena squirmed violently, panic rising up in her! She knew she was in deep trouble – from this position, there were a myriad of ways that Lyanna could hurt her badly enough to ruin any hope she had of winning this fight. The problem was she was already hurt, her body wasn’t responding and no amount of heart and desire could fill that void!
“What do you have to say to these nice people?” Lyanna said mockingly. “Are you ready to admit that I win?” Serena ground her teeth so hard that her jaw ached, but said nothing, trying to focus through the pain, to think of a way out of this. Finally in anger Serena screamed out,
“No!! No!!!
GAWD NO!!!
Lyanna dropped into a half crouch and jammed her knee into Serena’s back hard, grunting herself at the pain it was costing her own exhausted, battered body, but putting even more strain on Serena’s contorted arm and spine. She ground her knee into Serena’s arching back, Serena’s torso going to the ground, her face inches from it! As she began to push herself up, knowing she had only moments to react, the knee that slammed into her back and drove her back to the floor told Serena that she had taken a moment too long. The agonizing pain in her arm and back were just too much when piled on top of everything else. Serena’s body was crying internally for mercy!
“Oh, since you told me earlier I was going to be taught a lesson!” exclaimed Lyanna tauntingly. “I’ve decided I want to learn how loud you can scream!”
Serena just couldn’t take any more! She had reached the limits of even her endurance!!
“All right!!!" "No more!!!" "NO MORE!!!" “PLEASE!”
Serena screamed as her fists pounded the floor in frustrated fury, as much at herself for being lured into Lyanna’s trap as she was at Lyanna for being the architect of this previously unimaginable defeat! THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!!
Lyanna rose immediately, alleviating the agony, then without warning, she dropped sharply to her knees, her hard shins pinning Serena’s upper arms to the rug!! Serena shrieked in pain again,
OOOWWWWW!!!
Serena squirmed and writhed but there was little she could do and besides, she had already submitted. She was done…. spent…. it was over! Now she was about to feel the full extent of what it meant to submit, here in this room.
“Attention!” Lyanna called out. “ATTENTION!!” “Serena has something to tell you!!
Serena stared blankly into space as she opened her mouth, and then closed it again. She knew what she had to say, but the complete emptiness that gripped her heart also held a tight vice-like grip on her throat too. She knew she would not be able to get the words out without sobbing, without breaking down in front of the entire crowd. She also knew that she would have no choice.
How had it come to this? What in God’s name had gone wrong? Had she not trained hard enough? Fought hard enough? Her mocking words to Lyanna, before the fight, had now came back to haunt her now. She tried to choke back a sob, and failed. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She tasted them on her lips; it was the salty taste of defeat. The salt in her tears stung her bruised face and cut lip, that cut lower lip trembling badly as the sobs began to flow uncontrollably
Lyanna held her by the hair, controlling her, turning her head so that her tear-filled eyes could scan the entire crowd. Then she noticed something in their eyes she hadn’t expected. She noticed that “expectancy”. They couldn't wait to see her humbled, shamed and humiliated! Some were smiling at the spectacle of her, a Society winner, kneeling before them in complete and utter abject shame. Some were openly disappointed in her, some bitterly; obviously ones who had lost money betting on her. But their feelings at losing a “bet” did not compare to the despair and anguish Serena was feeling at this moment, it did not compare with the emptiness, the almost complete loneliness that she felt inside. There we some in the crowd that wore an expression on their smug faces of contempt, as if she was something less than human. For all the times she had felt a part of the Society, now she never felt less a part at this very moment. Then, right in front of her, almost close enough to reach out with a trembling hand and clutch, was someone who was truly shocked…or so she thought…. Michelle.
Her “friend and lover” looked down at her with an almost blank expression. Her eyes were welling with tears; her lower lip trembled as did her beaten friends. Her face was flushed all the way down to her chest. Then Michelle looked up over Serena’s head to Lyanna and her expression suddenly changed, almost chameleon like. Michelle took a long deep breath, her firm pert breasts straining the extravagant white leather vest that clung to her torso like a second skin. Her breasts heaving, her taut abs, the contoured muscles and their definition showing just below the bottom of the vest, along her V-shaped torso down to the waistband of her tight leather pants. Michelle’s leaned in and her full, creamy lips parted, her pink tongue flicked across Lyanna’s seductive inviting lips. Serena had seen that look from Michelle before and she knew what it meant. It was as if Michelle took a hot knife and stabbed her in the heart and TWISTED IT!
The “look” that Michelle had given her wasn’t one of sympathy…. wasn’t one of love…it was one of disgust and contempt!
Michelle might just have cut Serena’s heart out and held it in her palm, curled her fingers around it and crushed it in her vice-like grip! Serena knew that look, the look she thought she would never see. Serena knew that look and she began to sob uncontrollably as she knew…as her body trembled…she had lost Michelle.
Lyanna pulled on Serena’s hair, pulling her head up. Serena blinked up at the blonde as she held Michelle’s icy gaze for a moment, then looked down at Serena. “Your time is up whore,” she said. Serena's body shook like a loose leaf in a fall New England breeze, her thoughts rampant and jumbled, Then she heard Lyanna say the words she had dreaded hearing,
“Say it.” “SAY IT!”
Serena’s lip trembled. “I…sub…submit…” she stammered, as a succession of sobs forced their way out between her words. “I submit to Lyanna. She’s…the better woman…in every way.” Serena felt a deep dark chill run through her body as she spoke those words. Those words that cut to her very soul. Her body began to almost go lifeless in Lyanna’s grasp, the look of despondency so clear and apparent on her flushed contorted facial features.
“Lyanna is…the true champion. She’s…better than me.”
“I’m…not…fit…”
Before she could finish, her head hanging shamefully down between her arms like a frightened dog, her mind awash in the pain and misery of defeat. It wasn’t physical pain though that was affecting Serena. In fact, physical pain, not matter how intense, would have truly been preferable to THIS!
Lyanna stood over her. “This is a Society’s winner?” “Are you kidding ME?”
“This is the best and the brightest?”…the chosen one who was to have some fun and show me just how superior she is!” There was smattering of laughter from the crowd. Lyanna smiled as she pulled her back upright, bending her backwards, displaying her for all to see…her matted hair in wild disarray. How superior do you feel now cxnt?”
Serena knew exactly what Lyanna was doing – showing her off, beaten in body and broken in spirit, for them all to see. Serena had done that herself, more times than she could count. She had done it to Lyanna herself when they last met and Serena had been the victor. Was this what it felt like? Had they been beaten down as low as she had been taken tonight? She feared not, hoped beyond hope, but she knew better. Somehow.... she knew better…and somehow she knew it was far from over!
She the heard Michelle whisper,
“We reap what we sow”
“What else do you need to say lovely?” Lyanna prompted her by jerking hard on the handful of matted black hair. “What else do you have to say, WHORE?”
“Tell ME!” “TELL THEM!!”
Serena swallowed hard, the lump in her tight throat almost choking her.
“Lyanna…is my queen…”
she stuttered and slurred the words between sobs. “…I have only one.” Those last few words were almost swallowed up by an uncontrollable wailing as she burst into almost frenzied and frantic tears. It was sickening enough that she had to say it. Her stomach was churning, she was going to be sick and she knew she had to hold it back, try and salvage SOME pride and dignity! It was even worse than she had feared... she felt the doubts taking over her thoughts.....that it might be true! Could she have beaten Lyanna? At this point no one was thinking about that. It was as if her previous victory over her was an almost fading, distant memory, much like a mirage on the desert sand, the clarity dissolving by the minute in something without any recognition, any clarity, any meaning.
Lyanna jerked Serena’s head up higher and stared down into her defeated enemy’s moist, red, flushed and contorted face. Tears and sweat had streaked the Italian brunette’s features, her red-rimmed eyes now puffy, glistening streaks running down her cheeks to her jaw – the badge of her dishonor, the seal of her anguish. The cries of the crowd in support of her were pretty much gone. Lyanna leaned down and whispered in her ear,
“Feel it! Feel every ounce of the pain!”
It was almost as if Serena was beginning to believe that she deserved to lose!
“Remember the pain,” Lyanna told her,
“Remember how you feel right now…and remember this…it’s only the beginning” “If we meet again, this is nothing compared to what I will do!”
“Watch me take…what you thought you had.” "Or maybe...you really NEVER had it" She glanced down again at Serena as Michelle broke into a broad smile. Michelle then then bit her lower lip and slowly reached out her right arm, extending her forefinger and touched Lyanna’s cheek, stroking slowly down over the smooth creamy skin, down her neck to her shoulder. Serena's gaze followed her lover’s touch, spellbound, her tear-filled eyes wide. Lyanna closed her eyes and purred, then turned her head, still watching Serena, and kissed the tip of Michelle’s finger, then let it slide between her full, dry parched lips as she suckled it for a brief moment. Michelle smiled as she withdrew her arm, pressed her finger to her own lips and gently sucked on it, her large dark brown eye widening a bit, an almost evil twinkle filling her dark brown pupils.
“You have lost everything now whore!” Lyanna repeated to the defeated champion who knelt at Lyanna’s feet. Serena’s lip trembled as the tears flowed freely. She closed her eyes in total abject despair as the tears tumbled own her cheeks, her tightly closed eyelids unable to constrain the flow. Nothing could control her emotions, the depths to which she felt so crushed.
“But…we must remember our glorious tradition!”
She gazed over her shoulder, back toward the center of the arena. “I have a prize to retrieve!” She twisted Serena around; turning her in a half circle on her knees, then drug her forward by her hair to the center of the area. Serena just managed to get her hands out to brace herself on all fours, her head hanging down so low between her arms, her forehead barely an inch from the ground. Lyanna swung a leg over the brunette’s slim waist to straddle her, her body facing out over Serena’s bikini covered ass. Lyanna SLAPPED Serena’s sweaty ass HARD with the palm of her left hand, the resounding wet smack echoing throughout the room! She reached down, wrapped the fingers of her right hand under the waistband of Serena’s bikini bottom at the base of her spine, and JERKED AS HARD as she could!! The elastic snapped as Serena yelped out, the sharp sting only adding to her pain!!
OOOWWWWW!!!!
Lyanna lifted the torn bikini over her head and twirled it in a wide circle a few times…smiling broadly. She then leaned down and whispered in Serena’s ear,
“If you ever want to find your thong. It’s going to be front and center in my trophy case BITCH!” “I wish I could always preserve the smell of your BEATEN pussy on it for as long as I LIVE!”
Lyanna then slapped Serena’s bare sweaty ass HARD twice in rapid succession, the loud smacks again echoing throughout the arena, the audience gasping with each loud slap!
Serena’s back arched, her head coming up as she screamed out, gritting her teeth through the stinging pain! Lyanna then screamed out,
MOVE cxnt!!!
Serena barely hesitated before she reached one arm out forward, along with the opposite knee, as she began her slow crawl of shame from the edge of the arena area, carrying Lyanna on her back. Lyanna smiled to herself at the thought of the proud Serena humbled this way. There had been flashes of light from the crowd as cellphone cameras went off when she had taken the “bitch’s admission” of surrender, and there were even more flashes going off now. She had no doubt that Society members around the world already knew the fate of their “former” winner and were getting a stream of high definition texted pictures in vivid full living color showing every moment of her disgrace, every colorful nuance and detail of her downfall.
She shook Serena’s hair like the reins of a lazy mule. “Come On! Faster puttana! I want to get to the best part!” The crowd began to move in closer, walking beside and behind her and her “mount”, laughing along with Lyanna.
Lyanna tossed the bikini bottom out a few feet in front of Serena; the torn thong lay almost in the center of the mat on top of the embroidered Society seal.
“Go pick it up, bitch!”
Lyanna ordered, still holding Serena’s hair. “You know what to do!” Serena stretched her head forward and down. Lyanna tugged on Serena’s matted jet-black hair, making her beaten opponent pull against her grip to accomplish the task, forcing her feel the pain and the burn in her scalp on top of the shame of it even more vividly. Serena strained hard, the veins in her neck bulging, as she finally was able to lower her face enough to take the wet, torn bikini bottom in her mouth and lift her head up again.
Lyanna reached over the brunette’s shoulder, plucked it from her teeth and held it aloft.
“Oh, this is so so very pretty!” she laughed.
She wrapped the thong around her left forearm, pulling it tight, wearing it on her arm as if it were a badge of honor, the flag of the conquered.
“And now comes my favorite part!” There were murmurs spreading throughout the crowd now, that low rumble that you just know is going to grow in intensity from the assembled throng...as they know "its" about to begin. They knew what was coming. Lyanna seemed to be almost giddy with anticipation, but she wanted to savor the moment, savor her fallen foe’s downfall, make her remember the humiliation she had felt when she lost to her earlier in the year.
She rose up off Serena and drew the brunette up with her, to her knees. Pressing one hand into the back of Serena’s neck, she pulled back on her hair with the other, arching the beaten brunette’s back until Serena’s tangled, wet, long jet-black hair dangled on the upper curvature of her firm, tantalizing butt and her hands hung down near her ankles.
“Take a good look at her!” “I took her APART!! “I SHOWED HER UP!!” “I earned to right to take my prize…to use her like a cheap whore that she is…and that’s just what I’m going to do!”
“What was that you said, earlier tonight, mocking me, taunting me as if I didn’t deserve it?” she asked mockingly. The onlookers laughed. “First though, I’ll give you a special treat…you get to lick something much tastier than you ever have!” The laughs turned into cheers and the audience erupted in loud applause!
Placing one foot beside Serena’s knee, pressing her captive’s shoulder against her thigh, she spun and swung her other leg over Serena’s body until she stood with the brunette’s neck trapped between her powerful thighs, back arched, arms dangling, chin pressed against Lyanna, staring up helplessly between the blonde’s out-thrust breasts.
Lyanna reached down, slipped a finger under the edge of her thong and pulled it aside to expose her wet glistening labia. She saw Serena stare at her inviting pussy, the pinkish, wet tingling lips, inches from her eyes, then look up again. Their eyes met and Lyanna saw the anguish there and she drew more power from it. She inhaled, slowly and deeply, her chest rising and swelling as the look in Serena’s besieged eyes sent a rush of elation and power flowing, surging throughout her body, energizing her and making her forget her own aches and pains. This was what she had worked, trained, sweated and suffered for. She licked her lips and murmured,
“You know what to do!
Serena had only a moment to draw a gasping breath, suggestive with the scent of perspiration and of much more as she smelled her enemy’s fierce arousal – the lust of victory. Serena’s lips parted and her long, wet pinkish tongue appeared, extending slowly, flicking like a serpent’s and reaching down between Lyanna’s thighs, held open by Serena’s neck trapped tight between them. Only when she had fully extended her tongue did she hook the tip upward and touch Lyanna’s flushed wet, mushy lips. Lyanna gasped and shuddered, the motion sending a tremor down her body and into Serena’s too.
“Oh, bitch…you DO that like you like it!”
“What is it you said to me last time…Eat me puttana!”
A ripple of amusement wafted through the crowd, followed by scattered gasps.
Serena extended her tongue, tasting Lyanna’s musk, and lapped a long, excruciatingly slow stroke as Lyanna sweet soft lips, slick with sweat and desire, parted for her.
Lyanna began to roll her hips, letting her arousal grow, straining to urge it own to a peak of arousal. There was no need to hold back now. She could indulge herself all she wanted at her “bitch’s” expense. The physical pleasure, the waves of pleasure flowing through her, all building to a crescendo, was beyond her imagination! Even in her wildest of dreams and thoughts, had she imagined this moment could be this awesome! Still, that was not the sweetest part of the pulses of excitement and power that were flowing through her. The best thing…. the very best thing of all…. was the vision of who was kneeling helpless at her feet, serving her with lips and tongue. She had beaten the best, had broken the best!
That exhilarated thought sent the first explosive spasm through her body like a as if a tsunami had slammed its tall powerful wave against the shoreline! Lyanna screamed out, clutched her breasts with both hands, her fingers sinking into the ample, soft flesh, threw her head back and roared out her euphoria loud enough for all present to hear, her body thrashing, shaking the beaten brunette beneath her like a leaf as Serena moaned, whimpered, lapped and sucked with desolated diligence at her trickling, throbbing pussy.
Serena’s long rigid tongue wiggled deeper and deeper, searching and probing, lapping at her inner wet, much folds of skin. She finally found the hard bud of her clit, flicking at it, lapping, sucking slowly at first, then faster, harder as Lyanna began to rock her hips back and forth, thrusting herself against her beaten foe’s lips and tongue. Her thighs tightened and she screamed even louder as her juices seemed to flow with abandon, an onrush that had no control! She faintly heard Serena cough, felt the pressure of her captive’s throat against her thighs as Serena swallowed, but all that just a backdrop to the raging storm of Lyanna’s uncontrollable lust. Again and again the tremors shook her as she took her pleasure from her conquered rival, her orgasm shaking her to her very core!
Slowly, though all too quickly for her, the spasms began to slow, the throbbing began to disappear and she found herself hunched over Serena’s limp body, still panting for breath, trembling and shaking, yet basking in the glow of her ecstasy. She lifted her head, shoved the blonde hair off her face with one hand, and gazed around her with a smile. The onlookers gazed back at her, as there were a few more cheers and a ripple of applause in acknowledgment of her victory.
“Look at me!” Lyanna screamed loudly and Serena started, but then looked up at the Lyanna through the wet, dripping, matted strands of dark hair that hung down over her forehead and dark sullen eyes. Her eyes met Lyanna’s, and Lyanna saw the mixture of anger and disappointment, the indignity of defeat and the staunchness of defiance. “You fought well tonight, Serena,” said Lyanna, smiling.
“You lost!”
She paused and smiled, “but nobody says you have to like it.” She pointed over her shoulder toward the archway that led to the dressing room from which Lyanna had emerged. “Now go…lick your wounds.”
“GO!”
Serena dropped back to all fours and began to crawl once more, across the expanse of the arena to the far edge, then through the crowd as they made way for her. As her hands reached the white carpet, the audience broke into the traditional slow handclap, which accompanied her as she made her “crawl of shame” through the crowd. Lyanna lost sight of her as the audience closed around her, but still she followed the Italian brunette’s progress by the movement of the crowd, standing naked and proud, battered but satisfied in victory, until the onlookers turned back to face her and broke into loud cheers. She took a bow and beamed at them, reveling in their approval that she had so long sought and desired.
TO BE CONTINUED
The Aftermath
Lyanna sat immersed to her neck in the enormous whirlpool tub that took up most of the bathroom adjoining her dressing room, letting the jets of steaming water ease the aches and pains in her tired battered muscles. She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and smiled to herself. Tonight’s victory had been hard fought and hard won but it had been a resounding victory nonetheless. None before this had been nearly as satisfying.
A sound behind her startled her as she jerked her head up suddenly and turned it, looking back over her bare wet shoulder to the doorway. Her eyes opened, then widened at what she saw.
A tall, willowy brunette stood leaning her right shoulder on the doorframe, smiling at Lyanna. She held a bottle of champagne in one hand, the bottle swinging a little from side to side like a pendulum, and two flute glasses in the other. When Lyanna had last seen her, she had been dressed impeccably in tight white heather pants and a leather vest. Now she looked no less delectable, completely naked. Lyanna’s eyes roved over the other woman’s body from head to toe and back again. She smiled. “Why Hello Chelley.”
Michelle returned her smile. “Why Lyanna! Congratulations! Fancy meeting you here!”
“Thank you”, shaking her head and trying to stifle a soft giggle.
Michelle held up the bottle and glasses. “I thought you might like some company to…celebrate your win.”
Lyanna’s smile broadened. “Now that would be wonderful.” Her voice was a silken purr. She pushed herself up out of the bubbling warm water a little, her full breasts rising dripping from the water. She drew her knees up, crossed her arms over them and looked at Michelle…and then to the tub… in a most seductive wordless invitation.
Michelle crossed the room slowly, her long legs striding and in two steps she reached the tub. She set the bottle down on the tiled edge of the tub. With the glasses still in her other hand, she swung her long lithe sexy legs over the lip, slowly letting them descend into the water, then ever so gently lowering herself onto her knees between Lyanna’s legs. She smiled as she handed one glass to Lyanna, and then picked up the ice-cold bottle again. They held one another’s gaze meaningfully as the Michelle filled both their glasses about halfway.
“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” said Lyanna.
Michelle’s smile broadened. “Too long.” She leaned forward and their arms entwined. “What shall we drink to?” “Hmmm?”
“Oh I know….”
“To winners!”
“To winners,” repeated Lyanna and sipped her champagne
“Pretty sore huh?” Michelle whispered.
“Uh huh” Lyanna responded.
Michelle smiled, the corners of her mouth turning up as she leaned in and whispered,
“Let’s see if we can take your mind off those aches and pains, shall we?”
Michelle too took a sip, then carefully lowering her glass. Her other hand slid slowly up Lyanna’s arm to her shoulder, then up to the back of her neck. Still smiling into Lyanna’s eyes, she leaned forward and their lips met. Lyanna stiffened only slightly as Michelle’s tongue slid between her slightly parted lips, but gasped as Michelle’s mouthful of champagne squirted into her own mouth, carrying the scent of her about-to-be lover.
Their mouths each opened and they literally consumed one another in a deep, savage passionate kiss, setting their glasses aside, embracing tightly, hands roving slowly over each other’s bare wet slick skin, searching each other’s body. Michelle’s smaller but shapely, firm breasts pressed firmly into Serena’s more expansive bosom, their nipples digging hard into her soft wet flesh as Lyanna’s had done earlier in the evening when they had hugged, though this was a very different kind of embrace.
She rose to her knees and felt Michelle’s hands slide down her wet slippery back, her hands coming to rest and cupping her firm ass, her long slender fingers digging into the tensed flesh, lifting them, easing them apart, then lifting her higher still. She purred lasciviously as she felt the warm pulsating stream of water jet on her lower back, then between the cheeks of her butt…then lower still.
Michelle slid one hand around her hip, dipping between their bodies, then between Lyanna’s thighs. Lyanna moaned lustfully, her body lurching as she spreadher legs a little further, shuddering as Michelle fingers parted her wet, mushy lips, opening her to the reach of the water jet, cupping, directing the flow between her thighs. She shuddered at the warm, wet caress of the water and clung tightly to her lover’s body, growling into their deepening kiss. “Yes…yes…oh yes…oh God yes!….
Far from the end………….maybe
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I just want to say thank you to everyone who voted in the poll (even if you didn't vote for me :P ) and those who posted as members of the audience who were lucky to get to witness such a close, back and forth battle. Sometimes these polls become one sided affairs but that was never the case with this one as it kept me on the edge of my seat with Serena and I being tied most of the time throughout the week. As always a big thank you goes out to Serena whose posts added to the story between us that now spans two Society fights, making this fight even better than our last which I didn't even think was possible. And no one should overlook that none of this would have happened if not for Michelle, not only did she bring me into the Society story along with Scribbler but when he couldn't be here to run it Michelle stepped in to take on the monumental challenge of running this Society poll and I for one can't wait to see what she does with it next!
I also on a personal note hope that the line at the end, "Far from the end…………." means we might see some more of what happened after the fight!
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I want to thank Lyanna and Serena for being part of my story...and for once again being part of our Society event. I couldn't think of two better people to represent why the Society events are as popular as they are...and why they represent...we hope...what can be the best of what poll fights can and should be.
I thank Serena so much for her efforts, and even in a loss, she as always exemplified a grace and class that makes her a favorite of the Society. I am so happy to call her my friend and I hope she knows how special she is to me. Thank you again Serena!
My congratulations to Lyanna on a hard fought, well-earned victory! She shows what is best about this series and her efforts and talent helped to make it easier for me to put it together and make it work. Her hard work and talent was definitely on display and I hope she knows I appreciate it beyond words. I have known Lyanna since she came here and I consider her a very special friend and confidant. Its people like her, and Serena, that make doing the Society series very special and a lot of fun.
it does take a lot of work and a lot of time to do one of these. At times it gets frustrating but in the end its always the people that make it worth it, those that compete and also those that also participate. I want to thank Freddy (Blondes Always Win) for his very funny and hilarious contributions, Thanks to the azpapers, the wolverines, the marlus, ThePurpleVixens, the Young Guns, York, sinclairfan, frankietrasktalk, Jessie Fights and the list goes on and on.
Above all I want to thank my friend and mentor, The Scribbler. The Society was his "baby" and I was entrusted with the privilege of carrying it on. My goal has been to continue it in the same tradition that he did and rest assured that I will continue to do just that. Hopefully we'll maybe even add a few wrinkles to it to make it even more entertaining and fun.
We do this for you all and we sincerely hope you enjoyed it. I had a ball and can't wait to do the next one!
The next Society contest will be in approximately 4-6 weeks, depending on scheduling for myself and possible participants. I have been asked by several about participating as contestants and for those interested, I would ask that they PM me and we can then get together and see if we can make things work out as far putting together some great match-ups.
Thanks again to everyone...and I'll see you around campus.
xoxo
Michelle
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!
Let me also respond for Eva... Eva says: :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o
Fucking Michelle is a GENIOUS WRITER if I ever did see one. I want her writing one of my matches
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im very impressed. it is rare that i write something in that forum and mostly just check things out but it would be a shame to not support this great stuff. it was fun to follow this fight with those two girls. serena and lyanna were doing a great job and lyanna should watch out because im coming for her in our yahoo match soon (hopefully soon ;) )
oh and at last but not least some words to michelle... wow what a great writer, very talented. i guess she is the best matchmaker on fcf and no one can doubt it. i mean look at all this effort. ok, maybe it is not so much effort for her because she likes it to do it and she seems clever but it is still amazing!
cant wait to see the next fight ;)
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I lost! Is there someone who didn't understand it? :D That's Ok! Don't worry! I'm ready to have another "war" like this anytime ;)!
I have now a record of 3 wins and only 1 defeat in Society! It's not too bad! Most of all, I had a lot of fun doing it, no matter the final result! Having fun is the most important thing to me in doing pollfights and I gained it! It was really a special one!
Thank you very much to all people who voted in the poll, especially to they who posted comments! I gained a lot of votes and I'm proud of it! I hope you all had a lot of fun and enjoyed the show! Kisses to my supporters! :-*
Congratulations to my rival (friend ::)) Lyanna! Thank you for doing this with me! It was crazy, hot and funny! We are a great match-up, honey! You had your revenge and you really enjoyed it! You earned it as you won a hell of a fight! I did my best but it wasn't enough! You were the better woman today! But it would be different in the future! Be ready ;)!
Thank you so much to Michelle for hosting this! You did an hard job and you did it in the best way! I'm sure all people appreciated your story, your intro, your summaries, your "commercials", your "dreams" :D, your "grand finale"! Thank you for being so foolish and special! Thank you for being.............YOU! I'm so happy and proud too to call you "my friend"! I'm always available for you! :-*
Now, as Lyanna said it, I go to lick my wounds!
Hey, Michelle! I need some "Goody's headache powders" now! ;)
Kisses to everybody :-*
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im very impressed. it is rare that i write something in that forum and mostly just check things out but it would be a shame to not support this great stuff. it was fun to follow this fight with those two girls. serena and lyanna were doing a great job and lyanna should watch out because im coming for her in our yahoo match soon (hopefully soon ;) )
oh and at last but not least some words to michelle... wow what a great writer, very talented. i guess she is the best matchmaker on fcf and no one can doubt it. i mean look at all this effort. ok, maybe it is not so much effort for her because she likes it to do it and she seems clever but it is still amazing!
cant wait to see the next fight ;)
It always helps when I have people like Lyanna and Serena working with me. Its a lot of fun for me anyway....but they add to it and it makes me want to do that much better for the hard work that they put in. These are truly a "team" effort.....they really are...I just try to frame things and give guidance as necessary.
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The story ending by Michelle is amazing! :o Humiliating session was never so hot in Society series!
Lyanna enjoyed herself a lot ;)! Serena, my dear, you are the sexiest loser in catfight history ;D!
Honestly there are no losers at all!
Michelle, Lyanna and Serena are truly winners here! We are so lucky, having the chance to enjoy their talents on this site!
Kudos and "hats off" to the three catfight goddesses!
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Michelle keeps getting better and better in her stories and writing. This was a very wonderful read and I would be honored one day to be the subject of one of Michelle's writings, even if it involved a cigar :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
Drop me a line...I'm in the book :)
We may need to talk...I'm always looking at potential Society matchups....
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im very impressed. it is rare that i write something in that forum and mostly just check things out but it would be a shame to not support this great stuff. it was fun to follow this fight with those two girls. serena and lyanna were doing a great job and lyanna should watch out because im coming for her in our yahoo match soon (hopefully soon ;) )
oh and at last but not least some words to michelle... wow what a great writer, very talented. i guess she is the best matchmaker on fcf and no one can doubt it. i mean look at all this effort. ok, maybe it is not so much effort for her because she likes it to do it and she seems clever but it is still amazing!
cant wait to see the next fight ;)
I should have an announcement soon on the scheduling and who will be in our next Society Poll...... so stay tuned :)
Thanks again for all the support :)
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CONGRATS to LYANNA ... ANY time it takes over 100 votes to win. You know BOTH ladies gave it their all!!
Michelle .. FANTASTIC poll ... well done... and wonderful input by you, and both ladies fighting in it!!
Serena ... cold compress ... and TLC for you here ... Not a win .. YET respect to BOTH ladies.. Very close to the finish!!
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