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General Category => Catfight , Boxing & Wrestling Stories => MMA, Martial Arts,Kickboxing and NHB => Topic started by: bcw8 on November 02, 2020, 10:21:06 PM
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For me, Blair Mallette was That Neighbor. You know who I mean - that woman you know because your wife knows her; and whom you secretly want to fuck. Don’t lie. You have one.
Blair lived on the cul-de-sac that branched off from our street. It’s a starter neighborhood, mostly young couples, some with kids. It’s an upscale development with a busy clubhouse and pool, plenty of splashing and yelling by the kids. When Blair was there, I watched her, my eyes hidden behind sunglasses, so Anna wouldn’t notice. Or so I thought.
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Blair had long, gorgeous blonde hair, blue eyes, lips that curled just right. Her figure was lithe, but full - unbearably erotic. She was single but hardly alone. It was not uncommon to see a man leaving her house early mornings from time to time. Lucky guys, I always thought.
Not that I was unlucky! Anna, my wife, was a beautiful woman too. We married young though, so the mystery of other partners always lingered. What would it be like? Anna and Blair weren’t exactly friends, but as they were about the same age, and childless - the mommies tended to clump together - they sometimes went for a run together, or a glass of wine.
Wine. Veritas vino.
“So tell me,” Anna said as she poured the last of the bottle into my glass. We were sprawled on our sofa, television going in the background. She was still in her office clothes: hoop earrings, heels, black skirt, white blouse. Her short hair was dangling just a little in her eyes. “If you could - if I wasn’t here, I mean - what woman, that we both know, would you fuck?”
I laughed. Sober, I would never answer that question. And, in the back of my mind, I realized I’d seen Anna talking to Blair earlier that day. Danger, the back of my mind also warned me. But the wine said to me, why not say it?
And, Anna didn’t let it go. She’d drunk the other half of the bottle. “Seriously!” she said. “Safe zone - I won’t get mad, I promise!” Her eyes were heavy-lidded and sexy. She’d always had a competitive streak. The wine said to me, see, she said she won’t get mad.
“Well,” I said. “Blair is kind of attractive, I guess.”
Anna’s breathing changed. She put down her wine and swung her legs to the floor. Without a backwards glance she stalked out of the room. I sat there, staring at the television. Shit. I waited a few minutes before I went to find her, steeled for an argument.
Anna was in our bedroom. And, not looking to argue. She had stripped off her skirt, opened her blouse and bra. One hand dipped into her panties, and the other toyed with her nipple.
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“The question was based on me not being here - but I am here, aren’t I?” Anna’s voice was low, almost a purr. “So that slut Blair isn’t getting your cock - is she?” And when she pulled me onto the bed, I did forget Blair, sort of. What kept her in my mind was that Anna’s almost-purr had an edge. Vino veritas.
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I’ve been so hoping this was in the works. Can’t wait for more.
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Hot set up.
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I really enjoyed the setup in this first part. Can't wait for the next part!
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Me Too! Was so looking forward to this one.
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Doescanyone know where BCW8 went he was super active then just stopped mid-story
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I apologize for leaving this story hanging. I simply have not felt creative or inspired to write like I did earlier in the year (physically, I am fine). I don’t know whether to call it burn-out or what, but I didn’t want to just put out stories that I don’t myself feel energized about. I will try to finish this one, at least. Maybe the energy will return . . .
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Now that I knew - or at least thought I knew - that Anna’s question was deliberate competitiveness and not just playful, I wondered . . . why had she asked? What prompted her?
My mostly-innocent lust for Blair took on a different color now. When Blair smiled at me, was she just being nice? Or did she feel an attraction to me, an attraction that she had confessed or hinted about to Anna? When she laughed and play-slapped Anna’s arm, did that signal a different, deeper physical impulse toward Anna? And, I noticed - or thought I noticed, at least - that Anna now watched me, closely, whenever Blair was around.
I tried to keep my imagination in check; I really did. I tried, and failed. Now that a wine-fueled question had added a bit of concrete to idle attraction, I wanted Blair. I couldn’t help it.
And, I thought, Anna knew it. Certainly, she changed after that night, after my answer. While not again spoken after that night, I could still hear her words every time we had sex, in the way she straddled me and fucked me: Blair isn’t getting your cock...is she? A slight change in inflection made a world of difference.
The tension peaked as I was leaving for a three-day business trip. Anna was sullenly silent, really only speaking to me to check and double-check my schedule. “When will you be back?” she asked, three times. Thursday. Thursday. Thursday.
It bothered me the entire trip. It bothered me so much, in fact, that I decided to cut it short. Go home. Clear the air with Anna. I took a flight home on the second night. Wednesday.
But as soon as I opened the door, I sensed the air was different.
Blair’s head came up when I walked in, and her eyes were glowing.
She had Anna pinned half-sprawled on a chair, Anna’s legs twisting. My wife was wearing her black stockings and black-lace panties - lingerie that she reserved for when she wanted to be at her sexiest. Blair herself was in white silk. Both . . . were topless. My cock turned to rock in a flash.
It surely wasn’t difficult to read my mind. “Yes,” Blair said, in the sultriest voice I’ve ever heard; pure erotic purr. Her face glowed with a light I’ve rarely seen, a light of sexual triumph. “Yes, it’s over you.”
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I’d walked in on a catfight between my wife and our neighbor. One that was clearly arranged. Anna had challenged Blair. And Blair had accepted. That kind of realization is reality-bending. So bent, in fact, that I was paralyzed. Biology had shunted to my erection much of the blood that might have gone to my brain. Blair was mauling Anna’s breast. My wife - my wife! - was sobbing! But the lizard part of my brain that functioned on less oxygen whispered the four little words that excuse much of the violence in the world.
She asked for it.
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Don’t know about inspiration but sounds inspired to me. I do know you have no trouble writing good or great stories.
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Bcw8, you were producing stories at such a breathtaking pace that you would not be human if you kept the pace up. Some stories were merely good, but many were excellent. A few of them had unusual twists or settings that were interesting even beyond the genre. I guess we readers got spoiled at expecting a new story each 5 or 6 days.
Bottom line--thank you very much for the multitude of tales you told to us in 2020. You have a library of stories that you can be proud of, regardless if you never write another word here.
Take as much time as you need to re-charge you batteries. Stay safe and healthy. Thank you again.
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Friggin hot as lava! Always surprised when two sexy ladies put it all on the line. In my experience it’s rarely about the “guy” or his “magnificent” piece; it’s more about the pride of losing or gaining something/someone from a true “equal”.
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Bcw8, you were producing stories at such a breathtaking pace that you would not be human if you kept the pace up. Some stories were merely good, but many were excellent. A few of them had unusual twists or settings that were interesting even beyond the genre. I guess we readers got spoiled at expecting a new story each 5 or 6 days.
Bottom line--thank you very much for the multitude of tales you told to us in 2020. You have a library of stories that you can be proud of, regardless if you never write another word here.
Take as much time as you need to re-charge you batteries. Stay safe and healthy. Thank you again.
Thank you very much.
To be extra clear, too, I’ve not taken anyone’s comments as a complaint!
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Bcw8, you were producing stories at such a breathtaking pace that you would not be human if you kept the pace up. Some stories were merely good, but many were excellent. A few of them had unusual twists or settings that were interesting even beyond the genre. I guess we readers got spoiled at expecting a new story each 5 or 6 days.
Bottom line--thank you very much for the multitude of tales you told to us in 2020. You have a library of stories that you can be proud of, regardless if you never write another word here.
Take as much time as you need to re-charge you batteries. Stay safe and healthy. Thank you again.
Thank you very much.
To be extra clear, too, I’ve not taken anyone’s comments as a complaint!
No complaints here for sure. When you began posting it was absolutely welcomed and nice to see such creative and well written tales. Then at the speed too was incredible. Some of the best here. If you gave it up all together you’d still have quite the resume anyway. I hope you don’t though and look forward to seeing them again. Thanks
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Excellent story. So much said with an incredible economy of words. The story really came through. Very impressive.
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Not only are your stories well written but your drawings are very good!
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Anna’s tale
I know I shouldn’t have asked Jake that question. It wasn’t really fair. But the wine was in my head, right up against her. Blair.
I really was excited when she moved into the neighborhood. She was a potential friend; my age, no kids, someone I could talk to. Someone to go to the pool with me. It was petty of me to have pangs of envy when the men looked at her. I mean, it’s not like I wanted them to look at me. I have Jake.
But he looked at her too.
He was thoughtful - or cowardly - enough to do it surreptitiously. A glance here, a glance there. Sideways behind sunglasses, his head carefully aimed slightly elsewhere. I noticed. Every time he did it, I noticed. And every time, a little bit of black hate built up in my mind, like a piece of grit in my shoe or one dead leaf after another, falling, blown by the wind into a wet, dank pile. So, eventually, I asked.
And he admitted it.
He confessed, with a fake “I-guess-she’s-attractive” bullshit line. It was like he’d pushed the corkscrew he held up under my ribs. He might as well have admitted he’d put his cock in her.
I couldn’t stand it.
I thought that slutty sex would fix it, that it would push her out of his mind if I fucked him raw. That it would push her out of my mind, at least. Instead, it was just the opposite. Each time he closed his eyes, he was doing it so he could picture her rather than see me. Every time he was slow to get hard, it was because he was tired of me. If he was quick to respond, it was because he was fantasizing he was fucking her, instead of me.
I had to confront her.
I guess I hoped she’d be shocked. That she’d say “Of course there’s nothing between us!”
She smiled, instead. A small, knowing smile. And she cut me with her next words. “Of course he does. It’s obvious.” Her eyes turned cool, in just this moment. “There’s nothing you can do.”
Bitch. The word burned in my brain and stopped just short of my lips. “Stay away from him,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. She simply looked at me. “If you know, “ she said at last, “That means he’s ready.”
I slapped her. I didn’t think, I just did it. She took it, and smiled. Her voice had hardly changed when she spoke again. “When he gets back from his trip,” she said. “I’ll give him what he wants.”
I tried to slap her again. She blocked it, and caught my wrist. Her nails dug into it, where my veins ride close to the surface.
“Don’t you dare,” I said.
Her smile deepened. “Try to stop me,” she said.
I called her later that night, when I could no longer face myself in the mirror. I wore the lingerie I wear when I need Jake to want me. She made me wait. Only minutes, but it seemed endless. She knocked once, a perfunctory rap, and simply walked in, as if she owned the place, brushing past me with scarcely a pause.
“It’s a shame Jake isn’t here to see this,” she said, and slid her coat off her shoulders.
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That’s just not fair to stop like that. Glad to see you back at it .
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Glad to here that you are well. Two irons in the fire at once and both of them smoking hot. Excellent writing and illustrations for both stories in progress. Your stories do seem inspired and they light up our imaginations so I hope the inspiration and energy you need returns soon. Perhaps the wife in neighbor will make an astonishing comeback along with your inspiration.
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Excellent start and it looks like the sexy rival is having her way with Anna and may really dominate and humiliate her.
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WOW excellent start with the sexy rivals fighting over a guy. I hope was can hear how the fight started and how Blair was able to be dominant and of course what she will do to humiliate her rival next. Hopefully really hot. The drawings are great. Appreciate the great work. Please continue.
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Sooo many questions....Does Jake still love his beautiful wife Anna in spite of the fact that he is in lust with Blair. If I walked into this situation I would call the round and separate the women and explain that it was a penalty for starting the fight before I got there. A reward for Anna's courage and a chance to regroup and save her pride and a penalty in that she must watch as Blair is rewarded and declared the winner of the first round and given the pleasure of stripping me while she tells me how she got the best of Anna in the first round and we share some teasing affection. The penalty for Blair is that she gave up her shot a one round rout over Anna but Blair is so happy and confident at this point she doesn't even consider it a penalty but a bonus because it just means that Jake gets to watch her take Anna down all over again. Will Anna's pride and determination and desire not to be humiliated in front of Jake overcome Blair raw sexual prowess?
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As always, Bcw impresses. Can’t wait to see what he does with this story.
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I appreciate most art forms dedicated to this genre and I know I have be just a smidge Fan...atical about this particular thread but, like other fans here have expressed, I don't think enough can be said about the texture and life that this artist puts in his stories and characters. The contrast between these women in his renderings is exceedingly well balanced. I am not trying to be a snob but I am genuinely curious as to how many other fans here have noticed the detail put into the rendering the distinct qualities of each of these hot rivals? Did you notice any differences or did they look the same too you?
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Blair’s story
It’s complicated. You know the saying, a leopard can’t change her spots. I’m that leopard. A predator.
The first time I saw Jake, I thought: mmmmmm.
Poor Anna. So desperate for a friend. She made it easier. She kept me close. Without ever touching him, I slowly wrapped Jake around my little finger. He adorably tried so hard to be nonchalant. I could have simply had him - but I enjoy a slow hunt. One that the little wife gradually recognizes.
I saw the change. Anna cooled toward me.
I raised the temperature in response. I put away my one-piece. At the pool, Jake’s eyes crawled over my barely-there bikini. Anna? She stewed in silence.
You see, it’s actually two hunts. Two prey. His cock, definitely. But ladies….a man is even sweeter, when you take him. Any predator will tell you that. There is no feeling of power like it. I could close my eyes and savor it. She was fucking him now, like she hadn’t since before their wedding. Trying to claw him closer. Desperate to leave her scent on him.
He still watched me. And so did she. Suppressed fury - and fear - in her eyes.
He wanted to fuck me. She wanted to confront me. I waited, patiently curious, to see who would act first.
Oh Anna. Brave Anna.
“It’s a shame Jake isn’t here to see this,” I purred, and I meant it. But he would see it, soon enough. Hunts often are unpredictable. It’s part of their thrill. But one thing that is soooo reliable, so certain?
The thrill of the first strike.
The panic she radiates when I strip her breasts bare.
The power I feel.
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This is very entertaining!
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This is great. Please continue!!
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Did this ever Continue?? Really like this one's promise.
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Anna
I wasn’t prepared. I thought it would be a form of - I don’t know - theater, I guess? We wore our erotic costumes, our faces painted with sultry make-up. The unwritten script would call for us to pull hair. Maybe we’d slap each other. In my mind, when I played it out, Britt always backed down! She’d tearfully admit Jake was mine. I’d tell him what I’d done when he got home, enjoying his swelling cock as I did. Fucking him fiercely. The winner claims her prize.
God, I was so wrong.
She hit me. She hit me with her fist closed, in my face. The pain was shocking. Her other hand tore at my bra, and its clasp ripped away like nothing. Her knee plunged into my stomach, a savage uppercut that took all my air. And then she twisted my bra around my throat.
Within a minute of her sweeping into my house - my home - I was staring up at my ceiling, at the small chandelier that I loved, fighting to breathe. I scratched helplessly at her arms, hearing her breath coming fast but not hearing mine at all. I couldn’t break free. It wasn’t that Britt is so strong. She’s not bigger than me. But she…..
……She wanted to hurt me………
She let me breathe then, a little bit. For that brief moment, it was an incredible relief, to feel oxygen in my lungs, to feel capable. But she was toying with me, a cat with a mouse. Almost as if she knew that hope revealed and then reversed was the route to ruin. She dog-walked me, twisting my bra, fucking strutting, half dragging me. I couldn’t see her upper body, only her flashing feet, but somewhere in crossing the floor she stripped off her bra as well, switching hands on my collar so she could toss it aside as she pulled me to my feet.
Oh god, I called it a collar……
Blair
Of course I’ve done this before. Jake and Anna aren’t my first. I’ve learned to choose carefully and wisely. A man worth taking. A woman worth ruining.
Oh Anna - are you worth it? I hope so.
You went to your knees so easily. Does part of you secretly want to be dominated? Are you a woman who only pretends?
Your breasts are beautiful; I’ve no compunction again admitting that. You almost rival me. I admire the fine network of soft blue veins revealed in the untanned triangles bared. I wonder if you enjoy Jake roughly, or if my coming touch will be your first time. Your lips are turning blue as well……
I let you breathe - for a moment. A cycle of mercy. You’ll soon come to appreciate it, Anna, these short interludes. I admire your body as I pull you forward. The slender triangle of your back, your narrow waist, the flare of your hips. The way your breasts sway side-to-side as you crawl, absolutely deliciously. Without releasing you, I shed my bra as well, and join you in this expression of femininity.
I tug you to your feet, steeled for you to struggle, to lash out at me. But the twisted lace around your throat has paralyzed you. Your eyes roll with panic. Your lips are parted, airless and dry.
Do you want to beg, so soon?
“Where are your manners, Anna? Show me your house!” A grand tour, ending in the bedroom, I think. But that plan dies quickly as I hear the car in your driveway. Somehow I know, intuitively, that it’s Jake. I was wet before…… but this…… my eyes sweep your simple living room and fall immediately on the chair. A lovely piece. No doubt your favorite, the pride of your bourgeoisie taste. It will be the stage on which we are revealed.
I jerk your collar tighter. Your breasts quiver as you slowly sink back to your knees. I drag you where I want you, twisting you onto your back onto the chair. Yes; it faces the door almost perfectly! Your eyes flick at the sound of his key in the lock, then fill with tears as I sink a claw into your breast. Your body jerks; your stockinged legs spread open as Jake enters.
Oh, his face.
I know in that second that he will not interfere.
Anna
Oh god, the pain as her nails dig into my breast! It is a wave of flame. Burning humiliation. She has invaded my home. My body. My psyche.
Oh god……in front of Jake.
And she speaks to him, as I writhe in silent anguish. She speaks almost casually, but her voice is ripe with sex and arrogance.
He is as silent as I am. More so. Motionless. Erect.
The fury that fills me in that instant is white-hot. How dare she?!
I brace against the chair and whip my leg up, and into her ribs. The hard jolt is agony for me, her claw pushing down on my chest. But it hurts her….and that matters, much more. I twist, and jam my stiletto heel into the front of her hip, along the thin band of her white lace. The thought of stabbing it into the triangle that thinly covers her pussy thrills me as much as her moan of pain. She releases me, and staggers back. My chest fills with air….and resolve.
You will not have him, bitch. Never.
But I stagger as I lurch to my feet, and she doesn’t hesitate. She simply slams into me. Her breasts flatten mine against my chest. I know instantaneously as I’m thrown back that this is as deliberate as everything she does. Not her fists or feet on display for him. Her breasts. She slams into me again. My breasts compress and then sag as I stumble back, and the wounds to my ego are as painful as the deep ache that blooms in the center of each breast.
“Who is the better woman, Jake?” Her voice is a deadly tease, a tone that leaves no doubt she believes she knows the answer. My back thuds into the wall, and her nipples stab into mine a second later. Stab….and force inward. Her belly slaps mine. Her hands pin my wrists to the wall. Her breath burns my face. She rolls her torso, and her stone-hard nipples tear mine as she forces them deeper still. She smiles, as if my sob is in answer to her question.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” She talks to him almost as if I’m not here, or as if the crushing pain of her breasts is felt only by me. Her lips are nearly brushing mine, parted to breathe in my life. “It’s so much better when the man sees it with his own eyes.”
Oh you fucking bitch. I close my eyes.
“Jake….” Her voice is hypnotic. “Take your cock out. I know you want to. Do it.”
She rolled her shoulders again and my nipples screamed in pain. My moan is a piteous, weak whimper.
“I want to see my prize.” Blair said. “I want Anna to see what she’s losing.” The effort of pinning me, the pain she must feel in her own breasts, is eroticly present in her voice now, an irresistible rasp. I hear him….. his zipper…..
“Look at your husband, cxnt.” Her words, a cutting whip now.
Jake
Anna asked for this. She wants to fight. I can’t step in. She’ll hate me for that. For not believing in her.
The mind can adapt and rationalize anything.
But she does fight! Blair’s grin is gone as Anna rocks her, replaced by something cold. I stare at the stiffness of Blair’s nipples as she sways under Anna’s surge, then as she surges back. I watch…as she drives my wife into the wall. I can’t look at Anna’s face; Blair’s is a cold, cruel mask. Her breasts crush Anna’s and Anna’s moan covers my own involuntary sound. Or so I thought, but Blair clearly heard me, or simply, cat-like, knows.
I mindlessly do as I am ordered.
So does Anna, and in that moment, as Anna’s eyes turn to me, Blair surges into her again, breasts on breasts, her thigh forced between Anna’s, a primal power play. Anna’s breasts flatten grotesquely, bulging around Blair’s. I know how sensitive Anna’s nipples are. I see Blair’s hair adhere to Anna’s cheek, to her tears, as my wife sees how hard I am.
I cannot help it. Or her.
Blair’s ass…..as she relentlessly grinds forward. Her back, her shoulders. Anna’s hands helplessly twitch.
“Her nipples have gone soft,” Blair’s voice cuts through the room. Anna’s eyes close.
Blair
His eyes never leave me. Do you understand what a rush that is? What a sense of total power? I crush his little bitch against the wall like an insect and he is paralyzed with lust. They both belong to me……and that simple thought turns my nipples into diamonds. I swear, I feel hers submit, collapse, invert, buried with mine in our embrace. I tell him that, a triumphal slash of savage spite, but I save my true cruelty to whisper only for her ear, not his.
I told her I would take his cock and that she was powerless to stop me. I told her I would fuck him here, in her house. I told her that her marriage was over, because she was too weak to defend it. I felt her sob under me. I tasted her tears. Woman to woman. Soooo much better when the man sees it with his own eyes.
Her eyelids flutter as I release the crushing pressure on her once-proud tits, as I allow her to draw a breath without pain. Oh, but only one. You belong to me, Anna, but you’re not broken. Not enough, not yet.
I drive my knee into her pussy. She’s tried so hard to wipe me from his mind with sex. Like everything else, she needs that failure brought home to her as well. She is no match for me. Not by any measure. The force of the blow hammers her ass against the wall. Her strangled scream is over my shoulder as her upper body slumps against mine. I only need to step back, and she collapses to her knees, her head bowed in prayer.
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The return of the king. Long live bcw8.
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Awesome to see you back BCW8, one of the absolute best of all time. Damn creative mind! Great story as usual, hope all is good with you.
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So glad to read again from you BCW8! Terrific like all your stories
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It’s nice to see you back writing again. Hope it’s going to be awhile too. Nice story.
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Anna
It’s obvious, isn’t it? Her strategy. Her plan. My breasts. My pussy. Oh god.
…….Is Jake…….in on it? He came home…… why……? To ….. watch?
Did he know?
Her hand twists into my hair and drags back my head. I gasp through clenched teeth at the ceiling. She turns me, shuffling on my knees, to display me, to my husband. The realization makes my nipples stiffen again, twin jabs of raw pain.
She notices. Is there anything she doesn’t see? She drops behind me, one knee pressing into my spine. I arch, my breasts lewdly thrust out, canting outwards. Her voice is a soft snarl, a sadistic narrative, as slowly - excruciatingly slowly - she sets her claw into the inner curve of my left breast, and drags it across my flesh.
“Anna challenged me, Jake. So brave! So full of confidence that she would teach me my place! So sure that this was the way to cure your wandering eye!” She laughs, amused at her own cruel quip. “His eyes aren’t wandering now, Anna! He’s glued to this.” Her nails hit my nipple, and I shudder. “Oh….” She moans the word. “That made him throb!”
My scalp is on fire. My neck aches. My tears run hotly from the corner of my eyes into my ears. Her slow, plodding, slash continues. My fingers scrabble at her wrist. She shakes that off, shoo fly.
Agony ignites. Before my brain can even process why, a strangled scream bursts from my straining throat. Her hand has moved to my nipple. To its roots. To the outer rim of the dark circle of my areola. The vise of her thumb and fingers squeezes shut, and slowly twists.
I jerk as I scream, my body spasming. I claw blindly at her hand.
“She is the one learning her place, Jake.” Her voice pulses in my ears. “Help her learn? I’ll let go…..just tell her. Tell her how much you want to fuck me right now.”
Jake
Her eyes - Blair’s eyes - are riveting. Her lips are wet, and parted. Her perfect breasts sway as she moves. Her white lingerie, in sharp contrast to Anna’s black; her flowing hair and Anna’s stylishly short cut.
She manipulates Anna like a helpless doll. She stages her. For me.
How does she somehow know my mind? How has she intuited that I’ve pictured this very scene? Not only this way; at times also it was Anna I saw as dominant. But….
Blair makes real my dark desire. She twists me, without touching me, as much as she twists Anna’s shuddering body. God. In that moment, I want nothing more than to force my cock past those wet, taunting lips. And she… invites me. I have only to twist the knife that she has already stabbed into Anna.
In a way, wouldn’t it be a mercy?
Blair grins, like a wolf, as a thin, oily fluid begins to weep from Anna’s tortured nipple.
Anna asked for this, I remind myself. Not me. Not me. A thick drop of cum bulges out of my cock-tip. Blair’s eyes widen.
“Bring it to me,” she hisses. I am a helpless doll as well.
Blair
This is too perfect. His body is lean and hard; his mind is malleable. He stares at the tableau I’ve made for him. His wedding vows easily enslaved by a vision he’s clearly conjured before. Huntress and Prey. Goddess and Mortal. With he himself in the role of satyr. I haven’t touched him in reality, but in his mind I am the embodiment of sex. The forbidden fruit now openly on the table. Involuntarily, I tighten my grip on Anna’s nipple as I see his cum-drop emerge. My prize.
Of course he comes to me. I twist Anna’s head. I’m unsure of the angle, but her broken sob tells me that I’ve gotten it right. She sees. She sees him, as if this time it’s him walking down the aisle. No longer the bride, Anna. He stops at my altar.
Anna’s hot proto-milk coats my unflinching grip on her raw nipple. His eyes drink it in.
“Noooooo….” The simple fact that she objects - it irrationally angers me, even if it is only a wail of anguish. I pinch her harder yet, and wonder if the new drops are blood.
I start at the base of his cock, my tongue dragging upwards. Nothing wasted. I feel him tense, and pulse. I know when my lips close on his cock-head, his surrender will be complete.
I sense Anna’s movement, too late.
Anna
When her tongue touches his cock, something dies in me. But something is born, as well.
My hand snaps back, slashing up her inner thigh, following it up. The thin satin panel of her panties is no shield at all; I simply plunge past it.
You believe yourself to be the Cat Queen, you bitch?
I rip your dripping pussy with all the rage of a rival Queen forced into a corner.
He will not be your prize, Blair. Never. Never.
My head is free now. Your cruel nails fly away from my savaged breast. My nails have found the throbbing nub of your clit, and so help me fucking god I will tear it out of you, you utter whore……
Our screams mingle, hers and mine. I fling my body backwards into her as Jake backs away. We sprawl across the floor, twisting face-to-face. Her legs are spread and I burrow deep, forcing manicured nails along her slick vagina walls the way a scorned lover might force a car key along a flawless paint job, to gouge it to ugly ruin. It makes her shriek, a hellish sound of pure pain, that I cut off with shocking abruptness as I drive my elbow down into her face.
I don’t care if Jake is in on it. I don’t. I don’t. I will kill you, you fucking bitch.
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Wonderful. Wonderful to see you back! I really hope that Anna mounts a comeback. Hope that this is a sign you'll be writing more often as well!
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In full agreement with SNW, good to see you back, well worth the wait and I too hope you have your second wind so you can provide us with more great stories and a rendering or two. Thank you for the your efforts and for sharing them.
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Blair
Anna the Kitten has claws after all.
His cock jerks away as I scream. I’ll return for it, Jakey, once I punish your bitch.
Then, the back of her skull slams into my face. She twists atop me as we pinwheel to the floor, and now I scream in earnest as she splits my thighs and claws her way inside me. The bony battering ram of her elbow smashes down, a bomb to the bridge of my nose, and blood floods my sinuses. I choke on my scream, and she claws even deeper. She knows where her man wants to nest, and she is hell-bent to foul it.
Even as I buck in pain, I’m filled with a perverse glee. She is a fighter, after all. To defeat a pathetic worm before her husband is a pleasure….to brutally ruin a sister cat for a cockhead claims is Everest, the highest of highs.
My hand stabs up, into her throat. A hard jab, a claw closed on her windpipe. My free fist slashes up into her mouth, then dives back down to her wounded, dangling nipple. I clench my teeth against the burning, scavenging, raking of my pussy….and I squeeze…..
She breaks first.
I throw her off like a rag doll discarded. I want to follow, to pounce and tear at her prone form, but she did her damage to me in her brief savage surge. My fingers come away bloody from both my face and my pussy. Pain and the crimson sign of real injury disorients me, a sweeping wave of unreality, then replaced with rage. You will pay, Anna, and pay dearly.
I push up a beat quicker than you, you cxnt. You’re only to one knee when I drive my foot into your sternum. You fly back, your head snapping forward then hammering back against the rug when you land. You curl to your side, and with two quick steps I kick you in the lower back. The sound you make, Anna…the sound of pure pain….is so intoxicating…..I want more, and more, and more.
I stoop for your hair, blood from my nose spattering on your cheek. The ghost of your claw still haunts my pussy. That revenge will come in time, perhaps while Jake’s cock caresses the damage you did. I drag you up.
Jake
My god. Anna.
The ways she attacked Blair.
Hate baking off of her. My god. Blood.
This is unreal. This is my wife? This….savage fighter?
Anna
God. I …. just did it. Instinctively. I’ve never touched another woman’s pussy - but stabbing my nails into hers ….. God.
It felt amazing. The way she writhed. The way she screamed.
Fucking bitch. She came at my throat, choking me. She … fuck…. my breast.
I can’t hold on. Thrown off, sprawling. I try to get up, but this relentless bitch. My chest…. No air….
My body and mind on fire. My stomach heaving. She drags me up.
I hit her. My fist low in her belly. My torso torques to drive it in, through her fucking womb. Blood bursts from her nose as she gags in pain. I hit her again. Her tits flop on her chest as she buckles forward. I drag in a deep, cleansing breath, my hand on the back of her head as I ram my knee up into her face.
I look at Jake as she crumples at my feet. He stares back, as if I’m an apparition, a total stranger materialized before him. “Give me your belt.” I snarl it, and the harshness of my voice shocks him from his daze, his movements suddenly feverish. As he fumbles, I drag her up and drape her across the chair, the same chair she displayed me on for the arrival of her partner in crime. His belt is perfect in my grip, an extension of my heart. My cold, unfeeling heart.
Oh, but Blair feels it. I whip the leather down across her tits.
Jake
I just gave it to her, unthinking.
The sound it made on Blair’s body. The mark, dead across one nipple, an angled livid slash to the upper curve of her other breast.
Anna’s bare back, her muscles bunching as her arm draws back. She lashes Blair again, across the bottom hemispheres of both breasts. Blair jerks…..screams. Christ.
I catch Anna’s wrist as she draws back the belt again. Her face is contorted with fury, at both Blair and now me. I realize too late what she must think.
“No,” I gasp. “You. It’s you.” I’m trying to save you.
Anna’s face is still turned to me when Blair’s foot drives into her stomach.
Blair
You fucking bitch…
The first lash of his belt is paralyzing. I feel as if you tear my nipple away.
The second cuts into me, a white-hot line of pain.
He stops you. Is there any doubt now who he wants, Anna? He didn’t lift a finger as I turned your nipple raw. The shock in your eyes spurs me. You buckle when my heel slams into your ovary. Did you want his child one day? I can ruin that dream in so many ways.
I rise from the chair, teeth clenched against the pain in my breast. He still holds your whip hand, so there is nothing you can do to block my left fist to your face. Your head snaps sideways and only now he releases you, his face ghost-white. I hit you again, and again. Your swollen lips drip blood across your chest as you stagger, the belt falling from nerveless fingers.
Your back hits your dinner table, the tasteful tablecloth pushed askew as you slump across it. I scoop up his belt and wrap it around your throat as I climb atop the table, crawling across it, dropping down the other side. You make an erotic centerpiece, Anna. My hand chops down, into your breast.
Your little suburban salt box is our arena now, Anna. The peaceful neighborhood no more.
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Super hot! Is this the end? I hope not lol! Hope Anna wins!
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Jake
Anna’s heels drum against the table, her body arched. Blair drags har across the surface until her head is off the edge, her short hair dangling. Her lips are darkened. The belt nearly cuts into her neck as Blair twists it. Her eyes are turned to me but I’m unsure if she truly sees me.
Blair drives a savage chop into her breast and she groans, a strangled, airless sound.
“Stop,” I manage to say. “Blair. Stop. She’s had enough.” Blair laughs, a cruel bark, as her hand punches into Anna’s breast again.
“No.” Her answer, so simple.
“Please!” I start forward but her eyes freeze me.
“Are you begging, Jake? For her? Is she too weak even to beg for herself?”
“Fuck you,” Anna croaks. Blair’s grip closes on her breast and Anna writhes in pain.
“Have you, Anna? Had enough?”
Anna is silent. Blair looks at me. “She came at me, Jake. She warned me to leave you alone. I know what that means. You told her, one way or another, that you wanted to fuck me.”
Standing there with a raging erection, I’m silent as well.
“Tell Anna now, Jake. Say ‘I want to fuck Blair more than you,’ and I’ll let her go.”
Anna bucks and twists. Blair tightens the leather choke collar, riding out the frenzy. My mouth is bone dry. I can’t say the words. I can’t. But unconsciously I drift to Blair’s side, an unmoored boat moved by the tide. My erection is only a foot from Anna’s tilted face when Blair’s fingers wrap around it. I shudder as she slowly strokes me, and tears overflow the corners of Anna’s eyes.
“Say it, Jake, and I’ll let her breathe.”
So simple. Tell the truth. Save your wife.
Blair steers my cockhead to Anna’s parted lips, traces them. They are so blue.
“Your marriage is over, either way.” Blair’s voice is soft but far, far from gentle. “Say it.”
The veins in Anna’s breasts are just as blue. Some are broken, leaking bruises.
“If you don’t.” Blair is nearly whispering now. My silence enrages her, but her voice and hands are steady. She has me at the edge of orgasm, poised at Anna’s face, her strangled throat. She denies me there, as I’ve denied her what she wants. As I’ve denied my wife in every way except these words.
If you don’t, what….
“I will make her say it.”
Adam and Eve and the Serpent in Eden. An unholy trinity of temptation, and desire, and sin. Eat of the apple…..and kill what love remains.
“No.” I whisper, and close my eyes. Blair’s hand releases me. Perhaps from contempt. Perhaps only because she needs them both, for Anna. I hear Anna draw breath, a long, shuddering gasp. Her scream is hard after.
Blair
He dares to refuse me. No other husband has before. For a moment, I paused. I came here tonight to take someone. I thought it would be her, left beaten for his return. Then, I thought it would be him, once he chose me, over her, against her will. Now I return to you, Anna.
The ultimate prize is not to take him against your will; it is to make it your will that I take him.
I undo your collar. In my hand it becomes the whip you wielded against me. I satisfy myself with a single, vengeful lash across your breasts, though. Pride should be taken with bare hands. I step back, and wait for you.
The second you stand, I gut you again. Your lower abs cave in. You mewl, a pathetic whimper, that I cut off as you buckle forward with a blow to your ear. You stagger sideways, turning away. I kick the back of one leg, to drop you to your knees; my hand in your hair forces you down to hands and knees then twists your face up.
“Crawl, bitch. Show me the bedroom.”
I see your eyes shift to the right. That is all I need. You slump as I drag you forward, your battered belly sagging to the carpet. I sink my second hand into your hair, and pull you through the doorway. It’s time to find your limits, Anna. You have a husband to give away. I simply have to find the perfect combination of pain and humiliation that peels away your pride.
You will be my masterpiece.
What a beautiful wrought iron footboard you have for your bed. I push your face into its top edge, and simply lean my weight on your skull. My nose still drips blood; the dots fall along the back of your neck and trickle down your spine. Your hands beat against the metal, the upright slats, a rhythm to underline the melody of your agonized cry.
“You whipped me with a belt, Anna,” I snarl. “You whipped my tits. You clawed my pussy.” I don’t need to say more. You understand the enormity of your debt. I push, until I see your blood join mine, running down your face as mine does your back. I turn you over, a piece of meat rotated over the fire. Your arms fall behind the creaking footboard to the surface of the bedding. Your breasts are on display, one nipple raw and red and swollen.
My nails are no belt. But I do my best and of course I honed them for our clash. Methodically I rake red slashes in your perfect flesh. I focus for a moment on your less-injured side. Balance in all things. I sense without turning that Jake hovers behind me. I reach back momentarily and draw my nails along his shaft, and he moans in concert with your sobs. Abruptly, I step aside, leaving you nearly face-to-cock.
“He won’t give himself permission, Anna,” I say. “He wants you to give it.” I wipe a thick drop from his tip and push my fingers into your mouth. “A final taste, dear. Before you beg me.”
“No,” you sob. Stubborn bitch.
I drag you stumbling on your knees around the side of the bed, flinging you up and across it. One flailing foot hits my shoulder but it does little to stop me as I take your panties. With one claw in each thigh, I split you wide. Your inner thighs strain, muscles stretched. Your silken pussy opens invitingly, your clit glistening. “No!” Your sob rises to a scream as I plant my knee against your left leg. You know it is to free up my right hand.
In two minutes of hell, I turn your pussy into hamburger. I make what you did to me seem like a gentle caress. You could have given me the confession I want ten times over; I was lost in a fog of vengeance. Your body is soaked in sweat. Your final scream breaks as I plunge a thumbnail into your clit, and simply push.
“Take him,” you whisper.
I shake my head. You know it isn’t me that you are to command. You turn your face to the wall. When you can speak again, your voice is barely there. “I want you to fuck Blair.”
I straddle your hips, slap your ruined breast, and grip your chin to turn your face to his. “Louder.”
You shriek the words. You mean them, with all your heart. You simply want it over.
I know. I was you, once, Anna. Another woman was that neighbor, in my marriage. I stretch like a cat over you as Jake penetrates me with a desperate grunt. We are nose to nose when he cums.
Within a week, two houses are for sale. I move on. So do you, Anna.
Anna
I meet them at a block party. David and Jacqui. They smile, but her eyes are wary.
“Hi!” I chirp. “I guess we’re neighbors now!”
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Brutal. Wonderful tale. Poor Anna was just overmatched!
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In the past, some woman ruined Blair's marriage, and turned Blair into a predator.
In the present, Blair ruins Anna's marriage, and turns Anna into a predator.
In the future, Anna . . .
And the cycle of life moves on.
Fine story, with a little twist at the end that seems to accompany several of your tales. We all know from superhero movies (if not from elsewhere) that the villainess has a backstory.
Welcome back, bcw8. Thank you.
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Thanks for sharing. But there is a flag on the play for spousal interference. Anna would return for revenge on both of them, not because she wants Jake back but kick Blair's but, and take Jake in front of her while Jake remains tied up and then having her way with Blair and Jake as long as she wants. Anna would be a uncontrollable fury that Blair could not tame...and no help would be coming from Jake.
That would deviate from the BCW's theme and excellent story and this was right up SNW's alley.
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Yay!! BCW8 is back! And with a doozy of a finish. Loved every second of it.
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excellent well written story. I can't wait until you can find the time to finish it since Blair probably has a lot more she wants to do to Anna before she takes her prize. thanks for the great work
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Thanks for sharing another of your great stories. Your writing style is so descriptive and it really makes one invested in the story. So much passion from the characters.