Author's note: the following is part of an art-for-story trade with freshfight,
featuring his eponymous OC in a standalone adventure. Previous stories he has written involving her can be found here, here, here, here, here, and here.The clack of high heels against concrete floor was a piercing sound. Despite its low decibel level relative to the noise of the chattering crowd, the repeated taps reverberated far beyond their measure, and they grabbed the attention of those present in a way that most would say was audibly impossible. The regular beat was growing louder, signaling the arrival of a new presence. Each purposeful step exuded an authority that demanded to be heard and obeyed. An unambiguous message was being sent to all who could hear it: The Queen Bitch had arrived.
Tara Gold smiled proudly as she marched down the aisle towards the center of the venue. The grin on her face was somewhat exaggerated, as was her affect as she lifted her hands up in front of her and pulled on the edges of the black MMA gloves she wore so that they fit more snugly. But, as Tara knew, it was important to keep up with appearances – thus, the 21 year-old dark-haired beauty took extra care to present a figure that was as equally impressive to look at as it was imposing to be in awe of.
Presently, Tara found herself at an establishment that had the seemingly innocuous name of The Red Door. It was by no means the most glamorous of clubs, nor was it especially discerning when it came to clientele. It was also safe to say that the people who patronized and worked at this location were not the type that would go chasing after the latest trends and fads. Rather, what made The Red Door truly special and turned its visitors into repeat customers was the MMA cage that served as the club’s centerpiece. Those who came were treated to a savage and sensual spectacle of feminine combat that played out regularly within the cage’s walls.
There was, however, one glaring oversight that the proprietors of The Red Door had failed to account for: someone like The Queen Bitch coming here to roost.
Ostensibly, female visitors to the club were welcomed by the management to participate as walk-in contenders – sign up when you arrive, and be matched up to get catty or trade punches with another woman before the night’s end. It was true that there were some that had started to participate on a more frequent basis, to the point of implementing their own ranking system, but it was more appropriate to characterize them as enthusiasts instead of professionals. Overall, between the one-shots, newcomers, and regulars, the bar to entry had been set very low to promote a more open and inviting environment.
All that changed once Tara showed up on the scene. For her first outing, she’d managed to charm her way into a match against the woman who had generally been recognized as club champion up until that point. The result was a one-sided show of force and display of beauty – when it was over, Tara had left no doubt that she was now the toughest and hottest girl in these parts.
The brunette made regular appearances in the cage about once a week, and in ten straight tilts she’d managed to walk out with nary a scratch on her. Some nights, it was a naïve co-ed that didn’t realize what she was getting herself into; other times, it was a more seasoned scrapper that would try her hardest but still come up drastically short. Tara reveled in her dominance – breaking down other women physically, battering them psychologically, and then showing off their wrecked forms as trophies in the aftermath. The rush that Tara got from tearing another girl apart was undeniable, but it was also true that there were more ways than one to prove herself physically superior – the thrill that she got from making everyone see that she was sexier and more alluring than her vanquished opponent was just as compelling an incentive.
And thus, the Queen Bitch stepped into the square cage and ascended her metaphorical throne. Tara wore a black ensemble with gold trim that served as a marvelous showcase for her 5’6, 125 lbs, 36DDD-24-36 body. The main component of her attire consisted of her bra and panties – the material of the top was lacy and extremely sheer, but had just barely enough patterning to keep her from being completely exposed. Complementing this was a miniskirt that almost seemed to flutter about her hips as she sashayed. Going further down, she wore thigh-high fishnet stockings – the bands of these were accented by small bows that were the only signs of softer impulses on an otherwise hard façade. Her aforementioned high heels added another two inches to her height and made her impressively imposing.
This set of attire had been featured in all of her fights to date and had survived intact every time. The fact that it had yet to even be stripped from her body by force added new layers of mystique. On one hand, it served as a reminder to all that her dominance was total; at the same time, Tara felt all the more powerful knowing that she had not granted her audience the right to see her body unveiled. As she surveyed the crowd, she could hear the same distinct segment that murmured against her – Tar’s imperious rule had drastically changed the tenor of the fights here, and there were plenty here who would love to see the reviled game she was playing come to an end. However, it was also true that every set of eyes in the place was leering at her body, and even her most rabid haters were not immune from the charms of her curves.
“Alright, you sons of bitches,” Tara shouted as she looked out at that night’s assemblage, “You all know what you’re here for!”
Tara stalked slowly about the length of the cage and continued to show off her beautiful form and imposing presence. The low current of discontent remained, but for the moment nothing else happened.
The Queen Bitch was not used to being made to wait. “Let’s not delay the inevitable. She knows what she has coming!”
Still nothing happened. Tara continued to pace for another minute, growing ever more impatient. Just as she was about to speak out again to her captive audience, a silhouette appeared at the room’s entrance and began to approach the cage. Her opponent was here.
Tara took stock of the other woman as she drew closer. In many ways, she seemed to fit an opposing archetype. Instead of Tara’s dark locks, she was an opulent flaxen blonde. She wore a white corset top and panties that contrasted against Tara’s black garments, and was similarly complemented by a set of stockings, high heels, and MMA gloves that matched in color. Tara could see that this woman was about the same age or slightly older, and the body type similarities grew even more striking as she drew closer – the blonde was the same height, maybe weighed a bit less, and had a very large bust, though not enough to equal her own. As the blonde stepped into the cage, a hint of uncertainty flickered in Tara’s mind when she realized that she would be facing no ordinary opponent tonight.
The two were now locked in together, and there would be no exit for either until one had emerged physically triumphant. Blonde and brunette both stood with hands on their hips, regarding each other silently as they each showed off their own body and examined that of the other. Tara cast a condescending smirk at her foe, which was returned by a glare that was icy cold and betrayed no feelings. The regal look of the blonde’s face and expression suggested that she was very accustomed to winning and completely unfamiliar with defeat.
“So… Who in the blazes are you?” Tara finally asked.
“Jodie’s the name. You should remember it well, ‘cause I’m the girl that’s going to conquer you tonight.”
Tara had to work hard to suppress a chuckle. In contrast to her stately physical appearance and mannerisms, the blonde’s voice was saucy and uncouth. To Tara’s ears, it sounded like an attempt to imitate the posh veneer of Received Pronunciation that ultimately didn’t succeed at obscuring the girl’s more provincial origins.
“And just what makes you think that you have it in you?” Tara countered, “I’m hardly impressed by what I see.”
“They searched far and wide to find someone capable of beating you,” Jodie shot back, “And they brought me all the way here to bring your reign of terror to an end. And not a moment too soon, I should think.”
Tara’s lips tightened as Jodie’s true nature as a ringer was revealed. It was true that girls as formidable as the blonde were few and far between, but those of Tara’s caliber were even rarer.
“I’d tell you to crawl back and hide under whatever rock you came from, but I think it’s a bit too late for that.”
The words were barely out of Tara’s mouth when Jodie lunged forward at her. The blonde’s hands went straight for her breasts, grabbing hold and clawing them through her top. Tara grimaced as Jodie’s fingers curled and gouged into her ample flesh, but barely an instant passed before she latched onto the blonde’s heavy orbs and returned the favor. Neither combatant stood on an especially stable platform, and they were soon staggering about the cage as they squeezed and pulled on each other’s boobs.
Jodie let go with her left and reached for the edge of Tara’s bra cup, but Tara let go as well and swatted the offending hand away before the blonde could pull down on the thin garment. With her now-free right, Tara slugged Jodie across the jaw and sent her reeling back a step.
Both fighters took a moment to reset as they disengaged. Peering at each other form behind raised dukes, the two now squared off to trade punches. Tara jabbed and scored twice, savoring the feel of her lightly-padded fist smacking against Jodie’s cheek. The blonde moved to retaliate with a right, but the feint fooled Tara as a left hook instead sank into the raven-haired girl’s right tit and elicited an audible cry of pain. Both ladies moved to throw right hands and traded blows to the face; Tara recovered first and landed another left hook that buckled Jodie’s legs and sent her stumbling forward into a clinch. Tara pushed forward as they came together and sent their two bodies careening towards the cage wall with Jodie’s back against the chain link.
Recovering from the blow, the blonde squirmed and tried to free herself from Tara’s clutches, but to no avail. The close physical contact brought them chest to chest against each other and made it undeniably clear which one of them was bigger. This realization brought a bright shade of red to Jodie’s face and made her thrash even more wildly.
“You fucking slag!” the blonde shrieked, “Get off of me!”
Tara’s response was a short right to Jodie’s midsection that stopped her in her tracks. Just for good measure, Tara pulled back and smashed her forearm across the blonde’s chest, garnering herself another pained cry. Surveying her handiwork for a second, Tara reached for Jodie’s top and yanked down on it, exposing the blonde’s tits for all to see. Her malevolent fingers quickly sank into the hulking flesh and tore at it anew with a savage death grip. Jodie writhed as her boobs were subjected to harsh wrenches and yanks by Tara’s hands. Grimacing as she endured the depraved twists and tugs, she grabbed at her opponent’s wrists and tried to pry the dark-haired girl’s hands from her chest, but Tara’s grip was secure and immovable.
The smug and self-assured grin was slowly returning to The Queen Bitch’s face. “So much for tough,” she taunted, “Ready to wind up like the rest, babe?”
Jodie roared in anger and clocked Tara across the jaw. The blow snapped the dark-haired beauty’s head sideways and brought a pause to her attacks, but it was quickly countered by a right uppercut to the blonde’s left breast. Tara relished the sound of the screech that emerged from Jodie’s lips, and it encouraged her to continue pounding the blonde’s jugs as the anguished screams multiplied into a steady stream.
Suddenly, the blonde lashed out and raked her nails across the dark-haired girl’s eyes. It was an act driven by desperation, but it had an immediate effect as Tara screamed and broke off her attack. Tara stumbled away clutching her face, and in the process she turned her back on her challenger – she never saw the blow that struck the back of her skull and sent her crashing to the mat.
Tara groaned softly as she tried to recover. The hard hit to the head and impact against the lightly-padded floor of the cage had left her very disoriented and uncharacteristically vulnerable. Lifting her head off of the mat, she could hear jeers and shouts coming from all around her – it was the first hint that something had suddenly gone terribly, terribly wrong for her.
“Time to give the people what they want, you filthy whore…”
The dark-haired girl felt the blonde’s hands pawing at her back. Jodie’s malicious fingers first pulled the straps of Tara’s bra off of her shoulders, and then moved to undo the rear clasp of the top. This feeling quickly brought Tara back to her senses, but by then it was already too late – she was powerless to prevent Jodie from unceremoniously yanking the bra off of her body.
“No… No!” Tara shrieked.
The tenor of the bout changed irrevocably after that single act. Unbeknownst to those present, being stripped in such a fashion was a psychological blow that was far more devastating to Tara than any physical attack could be. Gone were her pretensions of unchallenged supremacy – instead, her one overriding thought was now to keep her bosom hidden from prying eyes. Thus, she brought her hands under her and cradled her chest, doing all that she could to keep her upper body pressed against the mat. Presently, there was no hope of escape from the cage – the most that Tara could do was shut her eyes tight and hope for her troubles to go away if she pretended that they weren’t there.
Jodie had other ideas.
Reaching down, the blonde pawed at the dark-haired beauty’s arms, squirming with her own hands beneath Tara’s torso. She quickly found what she was looking for, and with a firm grip on Tara’s wrists, she pulled The Queen Bitch’s arms out from underneath and in an upward direction. Thus, Jodie pulled Tara up off of the mat into a kneeling position before planting her own foot squarely in between the other woman’s shoulder blades, locking on with a surfboard hold.
Tara wailed as she was forced to endure her current predicament. She could withstand the pain of the surfboard for a while, but the humiliation of being exposed like this threatened to break her spirit long before she reached that point. Opening her eyes, she could see the now-redlining audience collectively repositioning themselves in the stands for a better view. Jodie cackled and upped the pressure, doing everything that she could to make sure that the dark-haired girl’s chest was thrust out for them all to see. Tears came to Tara’s eyes as her worst nightmare played out in that packed hall.
Jodie finally relented after about a minute of this. Releasing Tara’s wrists, she used her foot to shove the champ back down to the mat. The blonde took a moment to fully shed herself of her own now-superfluous top before rolling Tara onto her back and straddling the dark-haired girl’s waist. Tara could feel Jodie’s fingers firmly entwining themselves into her hair – this was soon followed by the blunt sensation of the blonde’s fist pounding at her face. Several more blows rained down unanswered, each one rocking Tara’s head to the side and adding its own fresh blemish to her once-untarnished countenance.
“You like that?” Jodie crowed, “I got plenty more for ya…”
The punches ceased, but the reprieve did not last for long. Tara cringed as her tits once again erupted with pain – Jodie’s fingers had sunk into them and begun to claw and squeeze the ample flesh. The dark-haired girl’s howls filled the air as she writhed in helpless agony and tried fruitlessly to pry her own opponent’s hands off of her chest. A vicious upward tug stretched Tara’s orbs to their limits and caused her to scream at the top of her lungs. Jodie relaxed her grip for just a moment before pulling again on Tara’s breasts with even more fervor, yielding another cry and compounding the dark-haired girl’s suffering that much more.
Tara couldn’t afford to continue taking this lying down. She desperately reached up for Jodie’s breasts and began to maul them in return, giving the blonde a formidable taste of her own medicine. The two fighters’ tortured groans and mewling cries filled the air together as they remained locked in this tableau. Tara’s attacks were centered around pinching and pulling on Jodie’s nipples, and though the blonde was badly affected enough to repeatedly throw her head back and scream at the top of her lungs, her claws continued their ruinous work on the dark-haired girl’s boobs.
Tara moaned in pain as her breasts took a harsh twist form Jodie’s hands. She had long prided her tits as being able to withstand any possible challenge, but somehow her opponent seemed to have all the answers tonight. Looking up, she could see the ferocious and determined gaze in Jodie’s eyes, but she had no opportunity to dwell on what the blonde thought of her own distressed expression as another merciless twist sent shockwaves of agony coursing through her body. Tara clung on to Jodie’s boobs and wrenched them as forcefully as she could, but it was becoming increasingly clear that both the intensity of her attacks and the strength of her grip were staring to wane. Another strong yank made this emphatically clear as Tara’s screams echoed loudly for all to hear.
“Who’s better now, you bitch?” Jodie shouted proudly, “Which of us is tougher now?!”
The blonde let go of Tara’s larger breasts and then freed her own from the dark-haired girl’s grasp. She leaned forward and shoved Tara’s hands to the mat on either side of her head – she brought her upper body down in the process, and their racks made a forceful impact in between them. Tara groaned as Jodie’s hulking pair slammed into her own like a pair of wrecking balls – as the pain subsided and her thoughts cleared, she could see an evil grin forming on Jodie’s face as the proverbial light bulb went off in her head. Lifting herself up a short height, the blonde dropped back down and smashed her tits into the dark-haired girl’s set. This scene played out repeatedly with each collision being punctuated by a new and louder scream from Tara – the crowd was on its feet roaring in delight all the while as the once-dominant Queen Bitch got her rack handed back to her.
At last, the blonde’s attacks ceased as she slid her body forward atop her opponent’s. Pinned with nowhere to go, Tara suddenly found herself with a decidedly unwelcome faceful of jug. The dark-haired girl resented the touch as the blonde pressed down with her breasts, but those feelings quickly gave way to a new set of emotions: fear and panic. Jodie’s ample flesh had no trouble covering up Tara’s face and choking off her mouth and nostrils from any source of oxygen – it was hard to conceive of anything that could be more breathtaking than this, in either the metaphorical or literal sense.
Tara squirmed frantically as she tried to free herself from this precarious situation. Despite the fact that Jodie’s hands and arms weren’t wrapped around her head, the blonde’s jugs were snug and secure in their place as they steadily deprived her of air. Tara’s hot exhalations and increasingly anxious squeals found no route of escape to the outside world – combined with the heat of Jodie’s body, the tight confines of the blonde’s cleavage was growing more and more oppressive by the second. She kicked and bicycled with her legs, but her exertions were to no avail as she remained locked in the embrace of Jodie’s smother.
The blonde rocked her upper body forward and back, her tits both rubbing against and mashing down on Tara’s face in the process. In truth, it wasn’t so much what Jodie chose to do, but instead had everything to do with what Tara was powerless to prevent at this point. The suffocating hold was sapping her of her ability to resist, and she could already feel her body starting to grow heavy as she progressively became more groggy. Already, the strength needed to bridge or buck her opponent off was gone – it would be much longer before she slipped into unconsciousness altogether. The prospect of such an ignoble end for Tara’s reign loomed ominously and drew closer with every breath that left her beautiful body.
Suddenly, Jodie relented. Tara gasped great lungfuls of air as the blonde’s chest lifted off of her face. As Jodie rose up to her feet, Tara remained where she was spread-eagle on the mat, too drained and somnolent to move under her own power. She could almost discern the blonde’s taunting voice amid the roar of the crowd’s cheers and jeers, but she couldn’t make anything out coherently. Tara was barely cognizant of the fact that she would have been easy prey for a quick 3-count if pins were an acceptable match ending; she was also dimly aware of the fact that Jodie could easily have ended things then and there, but had chosen not to. Beyond her comprehension in her current addled state was the implication of this last point – whatever Jodie had in mind, she wasn’t done yet.
A sharp jerk on Tara’s hair peeled her head and shoulders off of the mat. She whined meekly as Jodie forcefully pulled her back up to her feet and marched her heartlessly towards the nearest wall of the cage. Tara’s legs were rubbery and she stumbled helplessly en route, offering no resistance as the blonde stacked her upright against the chain link. Grabbing the lolling dark-haired beauty by her shoulders, Jodie took a moment to line their bodies up before using her handhold to pull herself in and slam her chest into Tara’s.
Tara was brought out of her daze as Jodie’s tits once again smashed into her own. She threw her head back and wailed loudly as the pain from the breast-on-breast collision filled her senses. Tara didn’t have to wait long before the blond assailed her with more frontal slams, each identical in form to the first. Jodie took her time as she dealt them out in measured fashion, doing her best to make sure that each deliberate blow landed with as forceful an impact as she could conjure up.
“Hah!” the blonde taunted as she punctuated her attacks, “Is that it, Tough Tits? Is that all?!”
Her opponent’s words stung Tara just as badly as her physical strikes did. Jodie’s choice of attacks went far beyond merely playing to the crowd’s tastes and sensibilities – it was about sending a message in the most visceral way possible. Tara had long been convinced that there wasn’t another rack in the world that could compare to her own, and to witness hers get pummeled like this by a smaller, certainly inferior set was a humbling experience like no other. Jodie was choosing her tactics with a very deliberate purpose, and dismissing her earlier boasts of her own prowess now seemed like a major error in hindsight.
Taking hold of Tara’s wrists once more, the blonde pulled them up and pinned them to the cage on either side of the dark-haired girl’s head. With her new handhold secure, Jodie began to twist her torso from side to side, clubbing Tara’s tits back and forth with her own. Thus, the onslaught of blows continued, each accompanied by a tormented cry from the dark-haired girl and an anguished expression on her face that was continuously renewed. Tara knew from the steady drumbeat of impacts that Jodie’s tits had to be hurting just as badly, but that was beside the point – Jodie was now committed to proving the superiority of her own breasts by using them to crush Tara’s.
And yet, as the minutes wore on, getting what she wanted was proving more difficult than the blonde had anticipated. Even under the strain of such a one-sided beating, Tara’s breasts defiantly maintained their impressive firmness. Jodie seemed a bit bewildered by the amount of punishment that they could endure, but there were no signs that she was deterred from her goal. The blonde’s jugs likewise did not seem like they were going to fail anytime soon, but more importantly, her will to continue this chest duel remained unwavering.
Relinquishing her hold, Jodie snaked her arms around Tara’s back and locked them together, pulling herself in and squeezing tight with a bearhug. Tara cringed and gasped as her boobs were subjected to a new kind of crushing force – her opponent was slowly but steadily ratcheting up the pressure with her arms as she settled in to grind out her victory. The blonde was now an inescapable presence that permeated their close quarters, from the touch of her warm skin to the malicious grin on her face as they pressed foreheads together.
“You’re done, Jodie proclaimed, “Won’t be long now…”
“No,” Tara meekly protested.
The blonde squeezed tighter, adding more weight to her side of the argument. “It’s over. I’m gonna grind you out now…”
As much as she hated to admit it, Tara recognized the truth in Jodie’s words. Initiative belonged to the blonde, and with a sufficient amount of persistence she could continue to batter Tara’s boobs until they failed. This simple calculus was poignantly reiterated when she reached up to secure her own arms around Jodie’s waist and was met with another crushing squeeze. Her window of opportunity was rapidly narrowing, and her thoughts raced with desperation as she tried to find a means of escaping her predicament. Her body acted on the first thing that came to mind, which was to lift her leg up and cram her thigh into the space in between Jodie’s legs.
Jodie gasped as the meat of Tara’s leg thumped forcefully against her womanhood. The vocal exclamation was short and soft, but the effect of the blow was told more truly by the blonde’s eyes bugging out and the strength in her arms petering to nothing. Acting purely on instinct, Tara kneed the blonde below the belt again – this produced a more vocal response as Jodie threw her head back and screamed in anguish as two low blows in a row proved devastating. Jodie’s legs gave out beneath her, but Tara caught her as she began to slide down to the mat. She hugged the blonde’s head tight against her own bosom, securing a breast smother of her own against her hated opponent.
Tara leaned back against the cage for support as she tightened her right arm around Jodie’s neck and left hand on her skull, pulling the blonde deeper into the unforgiving depths of her cleavage. She cut an impressive pose as she reclined back and propped one of her feet on the chain link, but it was borne out of a need for survival rather than an overt desire for spectacle. It was now Jodie’s turn to struggle frantically as she pushed at Tara’s flanks and hips with her hands, but these efforts were nowhere near enough. Thus, the blonde remained enthralled in the dark-haired girl’s clutches, rendered helpless and with no sign of freedom in sight.
Despite what it seemed, Tara was not savoring what otherwise should have been her moment of triumph. She did not relish the sensation of Jodie’s hot breath against her skin or the touch of her opponent’s face against her cleavage as the blonde was made to motorboat against her will. While Jodie’s troubles were dictated by the dire circumstances of their present physical arrangement, Tara remained crippled by the ravages that her body had endured. She could do very little beyond hanging on to her smother, but that small edge had a decisive effect as only one of the two combatants was now weakening further.
Jodie’s hands were dwindling in their effect, and her attempts to pusher way free were becoming less focused. Tara subconsciously responded by squeezing even tighter with her arms, leaving the blonde with no avenue of escape. Jodie’s own efforts became more desperate as she punched at Tara’s ribs, but these blows were not persuasive enough in their force to make the dark-haired girl let go. Her arms and legs soon lost their strength as her body started to go limp in Tara’s grasp.
At long last, Tara let go of the smother and shoved Jodie away, sending her to the mat sprawled out on her back. The dark-haired girl did not linger for long standing over her, soon dropping down to straddle the blonde’s waist.
“No… I… I had you…” Jodie gasped. Her now soft voice whined with an unspeakable amount of disbelief.
Tara’s answer came in the form of her right fist slugging her opponent across the jaw. Taking hold of Jodie’s blonde tresses with her left hand, she continued to pound right-handed punches down into her foe’s face and jugs. Tara blinked back tears of rage and bitterness as she concentrated every last bit of venom and anger she had left into this last torrent of blows. The dark-haired girl continued to punch even as the blonde’s body began to relax into unconsciousness, expending everything she had left in a final display of sensual brutality until her arms no longer had any strength to continue.
Outside the cage, the crowd was being driven into an uproar by the sight of the hated champion snatching victory from the jaws of defeat, and they were quick to vocally express their dissatisfaction at this turn of events. Exhausted by the effort, it took Tara a minute to find the energy necessary to rise up to her feet. She cast one last look down at her beaten opponent – despite being bloodied and bruised by the dark-haired girl’s fists, Jodie still retained a certain majesty in her appearance as she lay knocked out on the mat.
Reaching down, Tara stripped off Jodie’s panties and left the intimate parts of her body bare for all to see. She had done much the same to every previous opponent she’d faced, but the atmosphere surrounding her victory felt different this time around. The aura of Tara’s invincibility had been irrevocably shattered as she emerged battered and ravaged from tonight’s fight. Normally she’d loft her opponent’s fight attire high in the air and strike a pose with one foot planted firmly on her beaten body, but currently Tara was barely able to stand and didn’t have it in her to even lift her arm up from her side.
It was important to keep up with appearances, and tonight an unambiguous message had been sent to all who could hear it: The Queen Bitch’s days at the top were numbered.
