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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Beauty Contest: Claire Luna Vs Dicey_Kate
« Last post by lexibabe on Today at 10:11:04 PM »sounds like one of these two threw down the challenge....but which one?
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: The BGEW Presents - NHB Natalie Vs Lovely Leslie in a Cage at the Beach!
« Last post by Leslieinvegas on Today at 10:09:59 PM »I yelp out in pain as you tear at my hair. You bend me me and I feel your arm wrap around my neck. Your knee to belly knocked some of wind out of me and your arm tightly around me throat has me struggling to breath. I continue to pull your hair. As we stumble and hit into the cage.
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Oil Wrestling Championship, Mud Vixen Vrs Sassywrestler
« Last post by sassywrestler on Today at 10:08:44 PM »The wrestling match is turning into a catfight. The ref stays out of our way and let's us settle it woman to woman. She pulls on my stars and stripes giving me a wedgie. It is very uncomfortable. The crowd is laughing. I am furious!! I grab her top pulling on it.....ripppp!! I grab her left breast viciously with one hand and press my free forearm against her neck. Then I let go of her breast and elbow her in the tummy. The crowd is stunned " you wanna fight...bring it bitch"
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Oil Wrestling Championship, Mud Vixen Vrs Sassywrestler
« Last post by MellyStew on Today at 10:05:04 PM »I think it will be close but that Sassy will be taking the championship home... Good luck to both of you!
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Celebrity Fights- Stories / Re: Kate Upton Returns
« Last post by Golden Goddess on Today at 09:55:14 PM »Classic match-up, she should face McKinney.
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Catfighting / The Taming of Tanya - a story commission
« Last post by Catscarlisle on Today at 09:54:16 PM »The sun was high in the clear blue sky as Tanya emerged from her morning workout session. The suburbia centered parking lot of the upscale fitness center was sprawled out before her, dotted with luxury vehicles and lavish SUVs. Glancing at her slim and fit reflection in the glass windows of the gym, the brunette admired the sight of her bosomy statuesque frame - a toned 5'7" with a full 34F chest bulging through the spandex sports bra that struggled to contain them. Despite having been blessed with four kids, she still bore the very same shapely and athletic figure that had been turning heads since she was 19 years of age.
And as the gym’s doors swung shut behind her, Tanya began to check her phone, ignorant of gawkers who stared at her as she strolled along the sidewalk. Being a mother of four children and keeping a consistent gym routine hadn’t been easy on her but at the same time, keeping fit was simply her way of finding peace of mind amidst the chaos. Her heart still pounded from the energetic workout she'd just finished, trying in vain to keep up with the frenzied pace that her life had become. Her physique was a testament to that and a source of pride to her. Such was the natural result of her vigorous workout regimen as she sought to maintain her hourglass contours even as she passed into her 30s.
Her glossy chestnut hair, plaited in a loose braid hitched over her shoulder, bounced as she darted towards her ruby Lexus, her hand waving gratefully to the sedan that had stopped for her, if only to gawk at her bosomy form skipping across the road.
“Thanks,” Tanya stated out loud in her confident but feminine voice.
As she made her way to the parking lot, Tanya checked the messages on her phone before responding back to her messenger - she was right on schedule for the usual lunch meet-up with Cathy and Julie, her neighbors-cum-fitness partners.
Of course, Cathy and Julie were more than just neighbors, they were partners in love. And at the center of their bond was a testament to their shared fondness for fitness, their unwavering support for each other and an ineffable harmony they held between themselves. Such was the reason why Tanya had naturally gravitated towards both of them, becoming closer with them over the past three years as they tested their physiques out in front of one another. Nowhere would they go without informing the other - shopping sprees, girl’s night outs, yoga sessions, the spa.
As Tanya approached the sunny patio of their favorite wellness cafe, she spotted Cathy and Julie nestled comfortably at a table under a large umbrella. Both lesbians were natural blondes, making for a radiant pair. Cathy stood only a notch slightly taller than her partner at 5'8", and Julie, the older of the two, stood appreciatively at 5'6".
And speaking of pairs, both women held impressive 32DD chests that complemented their opulent lifestyle quite well. Their blue and gray eyes sparkled like jewels under the radiant rays of sun as they noticed Tanya sauntering towards them. A palpable thrill seemed to stir something within them as they marveled at their bosomy brunette friend with utmost admiration.
Tanya, upon reaching their table, greeted them with her movie-star smile. Engulfed in gentle greetings and cheerful chit-chat, she relayed her morning's workout regime while placing her order for a veggie-packed salad and a green smoothie. Cathy and Julie, still admirative of Tanya's tenacious beauty, listened attentively as they sipped on their kale-mango smoothies.
“Tanya, quite a pleasure to see you,” Julie smiled, “and you’re looking quite fine this morning.”
“Morning? It’s afternoon now, hot stuff. For you two, it may still be morning but some of us have to drive back and forth through traffic for an hour,” Tanya retorted with a playful snark.
“Of course. How can we forget, Tanya dear?” Cathy responded slyly as she leaned forward towards her friend.
“Hey, how are Dan and the kids? We haven’t seen them since school started,” said Julie.
“Oh, Dan? Dan’s taking them to the in-laws this weekend, leaving me with a few days of much needed solitude.”
“Solitude? That sounds boring,” Cathy quipped.
“Well, now that you mention it,” Tanya sipped her drink, “it does seem boring. But maybe boring is what I need now that I’m a suburban housewife in her thirties.”
“Nonsense, Tanya,” retorted Julie, “Who is to say a woman in her thirties can’t have fun? Besides, Cathy and I have plenty of fun, don’t we?”
With that, Cathy’s hands reached around her partner’s waist before giving her a playful pinch. Julie yelped before smiling back and forth between her conversation partners.
“Not as much fun as we would like to,” Cathy said. “Even still, if variety is lacking, we always try to find ways to make it interesting.”
“Maybe if I were lesbian, I could say that,” Tanya stated bluntly, her bosom pressing against the table as she leaned forward, something her neighbors took notice of, “but I’m just a housewife and I have duties to attend to.”
“Not just a housewife. A trophy housewife! Don’t tell me Dan doesn’t know how to treat you as such!”
“Dan treats me plenty well,” Tanya said, pausing and thinking briefly. Though, something did bother her. It wasn’t Dan. It was something else missing in her life, as if there was some thrill or some escapade she couldn’t quite figure out. Was it life in the hills and the boredom that came with it? Was it work? Was this what a midlife crisis was? No, it couldn’t be, Tanya thought to herself. She wasn’t one to feel pity for herself and just lie down. It was something else. But what?
“Oh, I know what she needs, Cathy, dear!”
“Yes, indeed. Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Julie?”
“And just what is it that both of you are thinking?” Tanya asked with a furrowed eyebrow as she sipped her straw.
“How about getting into a catfight?” Julie and Cathy both blurted out, simultaneously, looking at one another with a smirk before turning towards Tanya.
“Excuse me, what?” Tanya asked, sheepishly chuckling, “Come again?”
“You heard that, right, Tanya babe,” Julie answered her friend, “You versus Cathy and me, living room wrestling, bikini style. Winner gets, well, the winner gets something. We’ll discuss the spoils later.”
“Me? Fighting? In a Bikini?” Tanya’s face was quizzical, slightly amused at the notion, “I don’t know. That sounds-”
“-We’ll all wear bikinis. It’ll be something new. You’re always pushing yourself to your limit, right, honey? Why not try this?”
“We’ve been thinking about asking you for awhile now,” Cathy admitted, “Besides, what’s the point of all those kickboxing classes you take if you don’t get to preach what you practice?”
“Those were aerobic classes, not kickboxing,” Tanya corrected her.
“Same difference, you smokeshow. You could whoop our butts and it’ll be fun. No torn clothing and gawking males like in that beer commercial. Besides, we all know you’ve always been dying to prove yourself, athletically.”
It was true. Tanya had been a superb athlete when she was younger. She still was, if you asked most people, but motherhood had taken Tanya elsewhere and she had never gotten to fully prove herself like she had wanted to. If anything, her extreme obsession with fitness and taking care of her body was driven by this sense. And it was only through her neighbors that she seemed to have found worthy peers who could keep up with her.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it,” said Tanya, her gaze drifting away to the side.
“What’s life without a little spice? Cathy and I have been quite bored ourselves. Come on, won’t you help us?”
“Yeah, why not show it all off? Let’s prove it, woman to woman. Besides, didn’t you say you were free this weekend?”
Tanya paused, her emerald eyes darting off towards the hills where the largest houses were scattered about. A small part of her shook in anticipation at this incoming escapade - a prospect both daunting and intriguing. Equally interesting was the thought of proving herself outside of the usual athletic realms. She had been a runner, a swimmer, a tennis player, an aerobics instructor but never a wrestler. It was absurd, yet somehow enticing. She turned her gaze back towards Julie and Cathy, their expectant faces seemingly all she could see. She partook in a deep breath before issuing a warm smile to break the silence.
"Alright. Just this once. If you ladies promise to let me off easy," she declared, the allure of novelty and a sense of rivalry stirring something deep within her. "But don't expect me to hold back! I have a lot of pent up kickboxing energy I'd like to channel somewhere."
For Tanya, it was certainly going to be different from her usual holistic activities. Her heart still pounded in her chest, filled with a sensation of fear and thrill. The corners of her lips quickened into a contemplative smile before she sighed, taken by surprise at her own words as she finally broke her silence.
“And one other thing,” Tanya said, her voice a mixture of disbelief and anticipation. “It has to be over the weekend when no one else is at home.”
Julie and Cathy exchanged delighted glances before squealing in joy, their hands clapping together in synchronization.
“Perfect! That’s just the response we were hoping for Tanya dear,” Julie said, her blue eyes shimmering with excitement.
Cathy quickly flagged down the waiter, her enthusiastic voice rising above the soft chatter of her companions.
“Excuse me! Check, please,” the blonde called out the waiter in her ever-charming demeanor, her locks of hair bouncing eagerly with her motions as she winked towards Tanya, “We’ll be taking care of this one.”
“But Cathy,” Tanya protested. However, Julie’s laughter cut her off prematurely.
“Consider it a friendly gesture for your enthusiastic agreement, Tanya!” Julie said as she pulled out her platinum credit card, sliding it onto the small tray the waiter brought over. “You deserve a treat, starting from here ‘til the end of the weekend.”
As Cathy and Julie busied themselves signing the check and making polite conversation with the waiter, Tanya was left to her own thoughts. She stared into the depths of her green smoothie, her mind trying to process the unanticipated turn of events.
She couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Here she was, a mother of four, challenged to a friendly wrestling match by her neighbors and in a bikini at that! When was the last time she had even tried one on? The prospect was both daunting and appealing – daunting because she hadn’t attempted anything as thrilling in years, and appealing because, she had to admit, it sounded like a good deal of fun.
Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad afterall, Tanya thought to herself. Hoisting her straw to her luscious lips, she allowed the sweet, wholesome taste of the smoothie to fill her mouth. Taking a moment to relish the feeling, she decided to raise her drink towards her lunch companions. It wouldn’t hurt to add a dash of excitement to her life after all, even if it was just this once.
“Alright then, ladies. Here's to our thrilling little adventure together," Tanya proposed, her voice laced with a confidence and excitement that was infectious. The joyous laughter of the trio echoed through the cafe as they raised their drinks in unison, marking the start of their unique journey together.
After what felt like the longest week of Tanya’s life, the weekend finally arrived. Anxiety and excitement mixed together in her heart as she saw her neighbors walking from the sidewalk and straight towards her home. Clad in colorful sundresses with tote bags, the two appeared as if they had just returned from a day of shopping. Though, as she noted the clicking of their heels, she noticed they were wearing wrestling boots.
“I knew I should’ve gone shopping for something like that,” Tanya stated to herself.
Inside Tanya’s house, the warmth of the simmering sunlight seeped through the clouds and into her windows, casting an ambiance of soft golden light everywhere while also dragging the long and curvaceous shadows of her two busty blonde neighbors closer with each passing moment.
As such, her beautiful robe concealed her shape while at once increasing curiosity in those around her. Underneath, it pounded with strong determination that was seductive as it was terrifying. When the two blondes arrived, they were greeted with a radiant smile from their hostess whose countenance had become more angelic after applying makeup onto the angular contours of her face, and who now wore her neat hair tied back into a fashionable disheveled bun that allowed some strands to dangle down on either side of her face.
As they exchanged pleasantries, Tanya felt as if she could detect traces of irony alongside the amazement in their voices. Something seemed to really be turning her friends on.
As the brunette led her blonde neighbors into the grand living area, which had been elegantly furnished with plush sofas and intricate decor pieces that had since been moved aside, she heard the rustle of clothing as Cathy and Julie coyly slipped out of their sundresses, revealing their bikini-clad forms.
They had chosen relatively traditional styles as opposed to Tanya's more daring choice; they donned dark-colored bikinis with wrestling boots that contrasted sharply against Tanya's bare feet. Cathy’s emerald green bikini complemented her dark blond locks perfectly while Julie looked ravishing in her navy-blue bikini set contrasted by her sun-kissed skin and made her lighter blond mane stand out like sand on a beach.
The two women watched with bated breath as Tanya shrugged off her bathrobe in a dramatic flourish, unveiling her voluptuous body encased in the skimpy red thong bikini that contrasted perfectly against her golden complexion.
As they took in the intricate details of her busty form, Cathy and Julie felt their hearts quicken as they let out whistles from their lusty lips. Tanya was undeniably gorgeous, a testament to her diligent workout routine and disciplined lifestyle. Additionally, Tanya’s hair bun promptly fell, as well, releasing her chestnut colored hair behind her shoulders in a manner akin to a supermodel in a shampoo commercial.
The two blondes smiled at one another before smirking back at Tanya with predatory eyes. Tanya stared back with confidence, as if showing off her body and prowess.
The moment was cut short when Cathy, ever the assertive speaker, laid down the rules of their unique wrestling match.
“Alright Tanya, sweetheart,” Cathy started out, her eyes glowing with exhilaration. “Here are the rules. We’ve organized this match to last for the following twenty-four hours. Of course, breaks will be necessary but the winner at any point of time gets to decide when the breaks start and end.”
“And in between those sessions, the loser or losers will be tied up until the next session begins,” Julie added, her wolfish gaze intense and filled with anticipation.
"Wait, what?" Tanya was taken aback, her emerald eyes wide with surprise. While she had braced herself for a thrilling encounter, she had never imagined that it would take on such an adventurous twist, "Run that by me again?"
“Listen, it’s just a bit of fun, babe. You get tied up, you can tie us up. We all take a breather.”
"Well, it’s just that it’s all quite, um, adventurous," murmured Tanya, her pearly whites gnawing at her lower lip, contemplative yet visibly anxious about the endeavor. "Honestly, that's not exactly what I imagined when you ladies brought up the idea."
Her apprehension was palpable, but it didn’t deter Cathy and Julie. Instead, they exchanged glances before reassuring her.
"Tanya, dear, we understand how you’re feeling," Cathy said gently, leaning in closer. "It sounds overwhelmingly thrilling, we know. But as your friends, we wouldn’t ever let anything get out of hand."
"That's right. And don't forget, all of this is only for laughs," Julie delivered, her eyes softening reassuringly. "If it becomes too much, Tanya, we’ll all step back and rethink things."
The reassurances of her neighborhood gal pals, the adrenaline coursing through her veins, and most importantly, her innate feel of competitiveness was enough for Tanya to make the leap.
"You know what? I’m in," Tanya affirmed, her voice regular yet full of a tinge of exhilaration as she performed arm stretches.
“Great, we can’t wait to see those kickboxing moves of yours.”
“Yeah, I hope you’re really prepared, today. I expect you to treat us like bitter enemies because we’ll be looking forward to doing the same against you.”
“Oh, I’ll be ready.”
The room echoed with victorious laughter as the trio held fingers in unity, geared up to embark on their unique wrestling journey.
As the trio stretched on the floor, they began to take their positions. Tanya stood near the opening of the room while the blondes were up with their backs against the wall, their postures lowering as their hands moved up like lady wrestlers ready for combat.
Tanya positioned herself, her heart pounding against her chest with a rhythm akin to the fierce African tribal drums. As the law of the natural world began taking over, she could feel the adrenaline surging through her veins, fueling her competitiveness. At the same time, the imaginative thoughts racing in her mind slightly unnerved her. Cathy and Julie, on the other hand, had predatory gazes of fixation point towards Tanya as she readied herself for the fight. They were really into this.
Smiling and pursing her lips, Cathy began her count.
“One…”
“Two….”
“Thr-”
Before the count had even ended, the calmness of the living room had been shattered and replaced by a pulsating atmosphere of anticipation that hung heavily over the three bikini-clad combatants as the round began.
With a sudden indomitable roar that radiated both nervous excitement and exhilaration, the three women lunged towards each other, their athletic bodies colliding in the middle of the room.
Tanya immediately took the offensive, using her bare feet to her advantage as she slid, lunged, and wrestled with Cathy and Julie in aggressive fashion. She used every inch of her toned body to hold her ground as she lowered herself and aimed quick jabs at her blonde opponents while also attempting to pull them to the ground.
But it was to no avail.
The two blondes rushed at the brunette, throwing slaps and punches, squealing as they rushed in wildly at their prey.
At some point, one of the blondes was able to grab onto Tanya’s hair. Which one, Tanya couldn’t tell, but dragged forward towards them she ended up going before being slammed into the wall.
“Ugh!”
Fortunately for Tanya, much of the expensive items had been set aside and the only thing that shook on the wall was the clock, which still signaled the late morning and the beginning of a 24 hour cycle that was only merely beginning.
“You got her good with that.”
“Not gonna let you off the hook, Tanya baby.”
As Tanya pushed herself from the wall, she slammed her shoulders into Cathy and began pulling her neighbor’s hair in retaliation, dragging her and showcasing her agility and strength as she ran with the blonde’s golden mane tightly clenched in her fist, causing her neighbor to scream out.
Despite her momentum, Tanya was suddenly dragged backwards by her own hair once more as Julie rushed from behind. This had the unintentional cause of suddenly jerking Cathy backwards in grunting pain and crashing into Tanya, sending all three women pummeling onto the floor like falling dominos.
Tanya’s natural springiness allowed her to strike out and tackle Julie before she could get up, her ass protruding upwards as she launched herself and pinned the blonde whilst on all fours.
Fists rained into Julie’s stomach before finding her groin as Tanya began to take this fight more seriously than she imagined she ever would’ve prior to this. It was as if something had awoken within her and within her neighbors.
“Take that!”
“Ooohh!” Julie quickly covered up her crotch with both hands and recoiled into the fetal position, gripping her groin even as Tanya was set upon her.
Unfortunately for Tanya, her thong covered bottom protruding upwards was the perfect target as Cathy crept up from behind and smacked her toned ass with a loud thud before pulling her by the crimson thong and wedgying her off her partner.
Tanya quickly turned around to counter, grabbing onto Cathy’s arm to loosen the blonde’s grip while shooting a fist right into her ribcage. The two traded blows, with Tanya showcasing, indeed, some natural boxing skill and athleticism rising from her aerobics class.
“Shit! Julie, help me!”
Julie’s eyes were still closed and her legs were parted as she still tried to ease the pain in her groin by holding onto it.
“I have you,” Tanya smirked as her fist struck with accuracy as she weaved from and deflected her opponent’s strikes, all while dragging the blonde around in circles.
Still, Cathy resisted as she tried to flee the brunette bombshell, pulling just as much as she was being dragged.
As Tanya held Cathy at an arm's length, trying to wrestle her to the ground, a panting Julie crept behind Tanya and swiftly wrapped her arms around Tanya’s shoulders. Cathy took advantage of the confusion, tackling Tanya by latching onto her midriff and forcing the bosomy brunette to let go of Cathy.
The two women conversed over Tanya’s shoulders as they pinned her together with their bodies.
“What took you?”
“Hey, give me a break, hon. I just got hit in the groin.”
“Yeah, those fists of hers are stronger than they look.”
“Hell yeah, they are.”
“You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Yeah. Why don’t we give her some payback?”
“Let’s do it.”
In an impressive display of camaraderie and coordination, Cathy and Julie managed to heave Tanya off her feet. Julie wrapped her arms tight around Tanya's waist as Cathy hoisted her up while standing at the front. Despite the tinge of surprise that registered in Tanya's eyes, she found herself in awe of their combined strength and determination. The ensuing struggle led to loud shrieks of surprise from Tanya as she squirmed in her blond duo's firm grip.
“Let’s have a little inspection, shall we?”
“Yeah, that much she owes us.”
As Cathy began to slip her hand across Tanya’s toned abs, her thumb kneaded her way upwards towards Tanya's luscious bosom, giving each boob a pinch which drew yelps of protest. All the while Julie explored the back of Tanya as her hands glided over Tanya's curvaceous bottom, emanating a sense of command over Tanya as she panted in between their tight embrace. The tormenting smacks against Tanya’s buttocks followed forth.
Tanya shook wildly in an attempt to free herself, grunting and howling in frustration as her body became a plaything to explore and torment.
“How about that? She’s exactly how I imagined. Feisty and spicy.”
“Yes, quite the appetizer. But the main course hasn’t even begun just yet.”
Overwhelmed but still ready for more surprises, Tanya squirmed, her body twisting and flexing in an attempt to break free. But even with all her athletic prowess, she was no match against two determined women clinging onto her every curve as they outnumbered and outmatched her with their combined prowess.
As Cathy eyed Tanya’s luscious tits, her face glowed with sadistic perversion as she nibbled on the flesh peering through the bikini top. Then, she latched onto the crimson top and swiped it off, freeing Tanya’s 34F bosom in its full glory as it swung out into the open with a jiggle.
“My, my, what do we have here?”
“What do you see? I wish I could see what you’re seeing, Cat.”
“They’re just as impressive as you can imagine. But don’t worry, you’ll get your turn.”
Then, Cathy began punching Tanya’s tits.
“What are these, anyway? Double Ds? No, they’re much bigger than mine. It doesn’t matter, though, because they’re going to be flat As after I’m done,” Cathy said, in between bated breaths and well timed punches.
It was payback from the jab session she had endured earlier.
Meanwhile, Julie slammed her palms against Tanya’s butt, timed in synchronization with Cathy so that Tanya could not escape when their hands became free but also to torment Tanya mentally, as her mind was left to anticipate the incoming spanks and jabs with fear and uncertainty as each strike of shame came at differing paces and rhythms.
Tanya grunted as she failed to break free, enduring the assaults upon her bottom and bosom.
As Julie smirked towards Cathy, she whistled, “I think it’s time for her to take a timeout break!”
“Yeah, where do you think we should put her?”
“I’ve got an idea.”
Hoisting her by her thong and lifting her just outside of their makeshift arena, the lesbian lovers strung their brunette neighbor up against the wall like a wounded prey, wedging her against a lavish modern art style statue with lengthy metal appendages sticking forth, as if offering Tanya on a platter. Then, binding her hands via her bikini top to a portrait-less wall mount behind the statue, they began lashing at her toned bottom with their palms.
“Aghh! Ughh! Aiiiee!!” Tanya screamed out. Soon, the brunette’s butt began to turn shades of red as it was imprinted with the outlines of hands.
The blondes both took a step back and admired their handiwork, smiling at each other before bringing in their tote bags. They began to set up cameras, detailing their brunette neighbor as they filmed and clicked.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Tanya asked, worried and fearful, “I never agreed to this!”
“Shut up! You don’t get to talk, loser. The first round is over and barely even lasted!”
“Tanya, honey, let’s just say this is insurance that you’ll continue fighting us, even if you lose today. Now, we wouldn’t want your husband to think his trophy wife was a haughty and naughty woman, would you? He doesn’t need to know about our little bouts and this will secure it.”
“Plus, it gives us something to watch, when we leave,” Julie giggled to herself, “Now, let’s bring out the whips.”
“W-wh-whips?!” Tanya began to wiggle, her bottom jiggling as she struggled, making it all the more enticing for the two blondes drew a pair of short leather whips from their tote bags and began their stinging assault on their shapely target.
“Sorry, but this is what losers get!”
SMACK! SLAP! THWACK! WAP! THUM!
“Submit, Tanya. Submit to your taming!”
THOOM! SNAP! BLAP! PLUP! POW!
But Tanya did not submit, no matter how painful it got. After several minutes of their session, Tanya grunted and panted for breath, having gritted her teeth.
“I do wonder what your husband would think of this sight.”
“It’s quite pathetic, honestly. You’d think a gentleman like him would prefer a blonde instead.”
“Of course, you know as well we do that both of us don’t have a taste for gentlemen but these particular blondes do have a taste for brunettes. And it seems we have one within our grasp.”
“Still, the fight isn’t finished. We ought to take it to the next stage.”
“Indeed, darling. Indeed.”
Tanya braced herself. What was it now?
Leaving their bound brunette neighbor to moan and whimper against the statue, Cathy and Julie sauntered off into the sleek, modern designed kitchen with wonder. Opening the fridge, the blonde beauties helped themselves to a cornucopia of appetizing drinks self-prepared by Tanya. Giggling like teenagers over Tanya’s predicament, they began refreshing themselves for round two.
With juice bottles and a pitcher of ice-cold lemon water from the fridge, they walked back towards the apprehensive brunette and with mirrored smirks, the blondes tipped the pitcher and bottles above Tanya's face, letting the liquid spill over her face and body.
As insulting as it was, the sweet tartness of the juice mixed with the biting chill of the water splattering onto the brunette’s face provided a momentary feeling of respite from the burning sensation still stinging her bottom.
"You ready for Round 2?" Cathy called out playfully, ruffling Tanya's damp hair.
"Let's get her back in the arena," Julie said to her partner with a sly smile, her fingers tugging Tanya's crimson bikini bottoms higher, mocking their adversary as her fingers jerked the thong violently.
Noon had past.
Topless, embarrassed, and stinging from the punishment so far, Tanya nonetheless readied herself for another bout. Ignoring the soreness that plagued her body, she pushed through and launched herself at Cathy and Julie with retribution, displaying a renewed spirit as she struck back with a storm of violence, delivering wild heaves, jabs, and kicks.
The strikes did not go unnoticed by the blonde lovers. A well-aimed kick to Julie’s calf left her stumbling and caused her to fall onto her side with a surprised shriek. Then, a series of one-two combination jabs caused Cathy to recoil and back up, having been reminded of the hits from earlier.
This time around, Tanya wasn't going down without giving them a fight. She was going to show them that she wasn’t just beauty and fitness. She was a competitor and an athlete.
The blondes recuperated and renewed their assault.
As Tanya continued pacing back and forth, she was able to grab onto Cathy’s hair and slap her. Cathy reciprocated in similar fashion by lashing and grabbing herself. In the process of desperately defending herself, a squealing Tanya was able to tear Cathy’s bikini top down, causing her Double Ds to spill out.
“Oh, so, we’re going topless now?” Julie quipped, as she playfully unbuckled her own bikini top and swung it free with a snap.
Tanya paid no attention as she was matching up with Cathy, their eyes locked.
“Here, Cat, I think you might need this,” stated Julie as she tossed her bikini top to Cathy.
“Why, thank you, Julie,” said Cathy in an eerie and predatory tone as her fingers began to twirl and swing her partner’s top.
As the two blondes approached, Tanya swung wildly to dissuade them. Unfortunately, that only left her wide open as Cathy grabbed the ends of Julie's top and fashioned it into a makeshift leash. Snapping it around Tanya's neck, she yanked the top towards herself, choking the brunette and leading her around the carpeted floor like a ragdoll.
As Tanya’s world spun, she suddenly found herself tripping over her own feet and landing straight into Cathy’s full 32DD bosom. As her face planted on Cathy’s bare skin, the blonde’s hands tightened their grip on Tanya’s head.
"You wanted to see them," Cathy chuckled, her bosom swinging back and forth as she gripped onto the bikini top and brunette’s head, "Well, here you go. Take a good look!"
“Hey, let me join, too,” Julie responded as she moved in.
The next moments were a whirlwind of sensations for Tanya. The feeling of two heaving bosoms slamming against her face shocked her momentarily. It was as if the wind was knocked out of her as they alternated attacks between their threesome, throwing Tanya back and forth in an attempt to smother her.
“Mpphhfff-”
Soon, Tanya’s eyes began to roll as she gasped and panted for breath in between each bosomy prison sentence dealt out to her.
"I have to admit, Cathy. This is easier than I thought it would be," Julie giggled menacingly, her claws digging into Tanya’s 34F chest as she squeezed and twisted her. "Poor Tanya, she doesn't stand a chance against the two of us."
"You're right, babe. We’re sure teaching this already broken mommy a lesson," Cathy responded smugly as she continued passing the brunette back and forth. "I think we've taught her more than enough for now. Let’s try something else."
“Yeah? What do you think we should do?”
“Well, we’ve already introduced Tanya to our Double Ds, how about let’s have her explore ourselves down below.”
“No,” Tanya protested weakly.
As the topless Tanya attempted to wrestle herself out from beneath the two women and desperately gasping for air in between their large breasts, Julie strategically maneuvered herself to wrap her bronzed legs around Tanya's inner thighs, her crotch grinding and gyrating against Tanya’s groin in circular motions.
“Yeah, you like that, Tanya?” Julie asked.
As a panicked Tanya squirmed in her grip, the intense sensation was too much for Julie to ignore. The blonde began clenching her thighs even tighter around Tanya, her coarse voice echoing through their makeshift arena.
"Yes, yes! That’s it!"
All the while, Cathy quickened her own actions. She wrapped her thighs around Tanya’s face and pushed her crotch straight onto Tanya’s face, rubbing and squirming around as if in ecstasy. The echo of their cheers and laughter reverberated throughout the room, the cameras they’d set up earlier capturing every detail of their scandalous endeavors as Julie screamed in vivacious delight.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”
“Ohhhhhhhhh!”
Uninterruptedly, Julie continued her onslaught for several minutes which felt like speeding hours for Tanya before she eventually let go and rolled off the panting brunette.
Tanya was then left at the mercy of Cathy who still lay above her and was alternating between grinding upon her and slapping her.
“Guys, stop…can’t...breathe…”
Apparently having satisfied themselves for the moment, the two blondes paused. Much to their sadistic delight, hearing Tanya’s strained voice proved to them just how easy it was to dominate her.
“That won’t do,” Julie said, having stabilized her breath and watched her partner torture their neighbor like a helpless plaything.
“Yeah, you’re right, we don’t want her to faint just yet,” Cathy smirked before finally letting go of Tanya, tossing her discarded top aside and sliding over her heaving body.
Tanya’s chest heaved up and down as she gulped for fresh air; her relief was evident, but so was the look of hurt pride and despair. She wasn’t accustomed to being handled like this. Tanya stuck her chest out in pride as she struggled to regain breathing and to keep her wits about.
Cathy gave Julie a satisfied look and loosened Julie’s legs around Tanya’s waist.
“Come on Tanya, get up.”
“Already? I…need…a break…”
Seeing this, Cathy and Julie began rummaging in their bag, pulling out ropes, delighting by the look of alarm in Tanya’s eyes.
“Well, it seems like you do need a break,” Cathy commented coolly, helping Julie to bind Tanya together with the rope.
“Something’s missing, don’t you think?” Julie asked.
“Yes, you’re right,” responded Cathy, as she maneuvered towards the tied up brunette’s head, lifting her up by her hair. As she did so, Julie pulled up from behind and tore Tanya’s tight thong off her bottom with a snap. Then, she handed it over to Cathy, who promptly placed it in Tanya’s mouth.
“W-wai…..Mppfffh!”
Then, off the floor and onto the couch, the blondes sat together as they both snuggled and murmured sweet nothings into each other’s ears even as they continued to watch Tanya struggle. Soon, they turned on Tanya’s TV and began fantasizing about watching the footage they compiled on it.
For now, though, they would enjoy the break.
The sun was setting now…..
As the duo became bored of watching TV, they walked over to Tanya and began unloosening her rope, pulling out the bikini bottom embedded in her mouth.
Freed from her gag, Tanya gasped for air.
“Come on, it’s time for the next round,” Julie stated.
Tanya whimpered, crawling on all fours to her corner.
“Oh, Tanya, don’t worry,” Cathy stated, “You don’t really have to do any fighting, this time around.”
“Yeah, for a rookie like you, this is what the final round usually looks like.”
From her knees, Tanya looked up, fearful but somewhat hopeful for an end to this match up. R-really? No more fighting?
“The fighting is over, indeed.”
As the two blondes brought their bags over, they began rummaging through it.
SNAP!
From the bags, Cathy and Julie produced large metallic paddles, the kind used for industrial grade machines. Then, they retrieved the small leather whips, as well.
“And now, the taming of Tanya begins.”
“Giddiyap!”
“N-no-nooo!”
As she began scrambling on all fours, the taming of Tanya finally began.
The camera’s lenses recorded it all as the women headed into the night:
Smacks to the bottom, slaps to the head, pulling of hair, horseback riding, strikes to the groin.
Soon, Tanya became nothing more than a plaything as she tried to flee, running back and forth around the room before crawling on her knees from her tormentors. Her screams and grunts and moans filled the home as the blondes pursued her.
Unfortunately for the brunette, there would be no round 4.
The next morning, the two blondes walked from the master bedroom and helped themselves to breakfast.
Joining them was a roughed up Tanya, having been released and given a bathrobe.
“So, what did you think?”
“I, uh,” Tanya sighed, “It didn’t go the way I thought it would.”
“Well, it’s only natural. You’re a rookie, Tanya.”
“I still think,” Tanya exhaled, a bit of disappointment in her voice, “I still think I could’ve done better.”
“Well, you did fine. We had our fun out of it.”
“Yeah, in fact, it’s only the beginning, remember?”
“W-what do you mean?” Tanya asked, hesitating, “You can’t be serious about me trying this ‘catfighting thing’ again?”
“Oh, you don’t have a choice, Tanya, babe.”
“Yeah, we got it all on camera, remember? And now, that means you’ll have to earn your way out. Otherwise, we wouldn’t want Dan finding out, do we?”
“Come on, it’s just one day a month until you win. Then, we won’t bother you about it ever again.”
“Didn’t you say you loved the challenge? Don’t you want to prove yourself?”
Tanya grumbled. She had no choice.
She was now tamed.
Epilogue:
Two years later….
Tanya had prepared for this. Not only did Tanya train for the fight like a professional athlete would, she had even taken up actual kickboxing courses in the past several months and gotten the rhythm and the steps down. Her technique had improved to the point where the instructors were adamant about her spending the weekend at an amateur circuit against proven fighters.
But no, she couldn’t.
Not this weekend. This weekend, she would finally have her way.
Tanya had trained for it and she was going to show it all off - the culmination of all her hard work. Her fists clenched, her feet ready to leap forth in rhythm, her smirk confident, her bosom bulging, her green eyes twinkling, her body toned to perfection, her mind clear.
“Alright, who wants to have their ass kic-”
“Shut up!”
“Get down on your knees and beg, loser!”
And just like that, Tanya was dragged to the ground by her hair and bound with a dog leash around her neck. A pair of handcuffs quickly found her wrists as her ass pointed up towards the ceiling while her face was planted beneath the heel of her opponent.
From the floor, the brunette stared upwards at the two pairs of Double Ds hovering above her and the blonde lovers staring down at her disdainfully from their mountain tops, casting judgment and shame down upon her.
“By the way, loser, we brought some friends and we want you to entertain them.”
“Also got some new toys.”
The sound of vibrating devices and crackling whips sounded off from the other room, accompanied by laughter.
“W-w-what? But that’s unfair,” Tanya began to whine as she was dragged up and away before being tossed to the floor in front of her new audience.
“Shut up, nobody asked for Miss Kickboxing Champ’s opinion.”
“Gonna be another strip and trib today. Hope you ladies like pampered brunette pussy.”
“Damn, what a hottie. You think she’s gonna last longer than that previous neighbor of yours?”
“Oh, she’ll last quite long, I can guarantee you that. This party’s just getting started.”
“Alright. Can’t wait to test out this bitch’s cxnt!”
“Let’s see what she’s made of, girls.”
Tanya gasped, exhaled, and then, she closed her eyes. Oh great.
What had she gotten herself into?
And as the gym’s doors swung shut behind her, Tanya began to check her phone, ignorant of gawkers who stared at her as she strolled along the sidewalk. Being a mother of four children and keeping a consistent gym routine hadn’t been easy on her but at the same time, keeping fit was simply her way of finding peace of mind amidst the chaos. Her heart still pounded from the energetic workout she'd just finished, trying in vain to keep up with the frenzied pace that her life had become. Her physique was a testament to that and a source of pride to her. Such was the natural result of her vigorous workout regimen as she sought to maintain her hourglass contours even as she passed into her 30s.
Her glossy chestnut hair, plaited in a loose braid hitched over her shoulder, bounced as she darted towards her ruby Lexus, her hand waving gratefully to the sedan that had stopped for her, if only to gawk at her bosomy form skipping across the road.
“Thanks,” Tanya stated out loud in her confident but feminine voice.
As she made her way to the parking lot, Tanya checked the messages on her phone before responding back to her messenger - she was right on schedule for the usual lunch meet-up with Cathy and Julie, her neighbors-cum-fitness partners.
Of course, Cathy and Julie were more than just neighbors, they were partners in love. And at the center of their bond was a testament to their shared fondness for fitness, their unwavering support for each other and an ineffable harmony they held between themselves. Such was the reason why Tanya had naturally gravitated towards both of them, becoming closer with them over the past three years as they tested their physiques out in front of one another. Nowhere would they go without informing the other - shopping sprees, girl’s night outs, yoga sessions, the spa.
As Tanya approached the sunny patio of their favorite wellness cafe, she spotted Cathy and Julie nestled comfortably at a table under a large umbrella. Both lesbians were natural blondes, making for a radiant pair. Cathy stood only a notch slightly taller than her partner at 5'8", and Julie, the older of the two, stood appreciatively at 5'6".
And speaking of pairs, both women held impressive 32DD chests that complemented their opulent lifestyle quite well. Their blue and gray eyes sparkled like jewels under the radiant rays of sun as they noticed Tanya sauntering towards them. A palpable thrill seemed to stir something within them as they marveled at their bosomy brunette friend with utmost admiration.
Tanya, upon reaching their table, greeted them with her movie-star smile. Engulfed in gentle greetings and cheerful chit-chat, she relayed her morning's workout regime while placing her order for a veggie-packed salad and a green smoothie. Cathy and Julie, still admirative of Tanya's tenacious beauty, listened attentively as they sipped on their kale-mango smoothies.
“Tanya, quite a pleasure to see you,” Julie smiled, “and you’re looking quite fine this morning.”
“Morning? It’s afternoon now, hot stuff. For you two, it may still be morning but some of us have to drive back and forth through traffic for an hour,” Tanya retorted with a playful snark.
“Of course. How can we forget, Tanya dear?” Cathy responded slyly as she leaned forward towards her friend.
“Hey, how are Dan and the kids? We haven’t seen them since school started,” said Julie.
“Oh, Dan? Dan’s taking them to the in-laws this weekend, leaving me with a few days of much needed solitude.”
“Solitude? That sounds boring,” Cathy quipped.
“Well, now that you mention it,” Tanya sipped her drink, “it does seem boring. But maybe boring is what I need now that I’m a suburban housewife in her thirties.”
“Nonsense, Tanya,” retorted Julie, “Who is to say a woman in her thirties can’t have fun? Besides, Cathy and I have plenty of fun, don’t we?”
With that, Cathy’s hands reached around her partner’s waist before giving her a playful pinch. Julie yelped before smiling back and forth between her conversation partners.
“Not as much fun as we would like to,” Cathy said. “Even still, if variety is lacking, we always try to find ways to make it interesting.”
“Maybe if I were lesbian, I could say that,” Tanya stated bluntly, her bosom pressing against the table as she leaned forward, something her neighbors took notice of, “but I’m just a housewife and I have duties to attend to.”
“Not just a housewife. A trophy housewife! Don’t tell me Dan doesn’t know how to treat you as such!”
“Dan treats me plenty well,” Tanya said, pausing and thinking briefly. Though, something did bother her. It wasn’t Dan. It was something else missing in her life, as if there was some thrill or some escapade she couldn’t quite figure out. Was it life in the hills and the boredom that came with it? Was it work? Was this what a midlife crisis was? No, it couldn’t be, Tanya thought to herself. She wasn’t one to feel pity for herself and just lie down. It was something else. But what?
“Oh, I know what she needs, Cathy, dear!”
“Yes, indeed. Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Julie?”
“And just what is it that both of you are thinking?” Tanya asked with a furrowed eyebrow as she sipped her straw.
“How about getting into a catfight?” Julie and Cathy both blurted out, simultaneously, looking at one another with a smirk before turning towards Tanya.
“Excuse me, what?” Tanya asked, sheepishly chuckling, “Come again?”
“You heard that, right, Tanya babe,” Julie answered her friend, “You versus Cathy and me, living room wrestling, bikini style. Winner gets, well, the winner gets something. We’ll discuss the spoils later.”
“Me? Fighting? In a Bikini?” Tanya’s face was quizzical, slightly amused at the notion, “I don’t know. That sounds-”
“-We’ll all wear bikinis. It’ll be something new. You’re always pushing yourself to your limit, right, honey? Why not try this?”
“We’ve been thinking about asking you for awhile now,” Cathy admitted, “Besides, what’s the point of all those kickboxing classes you take if you don’t get to preach what you practice?”
“Those were aerobic classes, not kickboxing,” Tanya corrected her.
“Same difference, you smokeshow. You could whoop our butts and it’ll be fun. No torn clothing and gawking males like in that beer commercial. Besides, we all know you’ve always been dying to prove yourself, athletically.”
It was true. Tanya had been a superb athlete when she was younger. She still was, if you asked most people, but motherhood had taken Tanya elsewhere and she had never gotten to fully prove herself like she had wanted to. If anything, her extreme obsession with fitness and taking care of her body was driven by this sense. And it was only through her neighbors that she seemed to have found worthy peers who could keep up with her.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it,” said Tanya, her gaze drifting away to the side.
“What’s life without a little spice? Cathy and I have been quite bored ourselves. Come on, won’t you help us?”
“Yeah, why not show it all off? Let’s prove it, woman to woman. Besides, didn’t you say you were free this weekend?”
Tanya paused, her emerald eyes darting off towards the hills where the largest houses were scattered about. A small part of her shook in anticipation at this incoming escapade - a prospect both daunting and intriguing. Equally interesting was the thought of proving herself outside of the usual athletic realms. She had been a runner, a swimmer, a tennis player, an aerobics instructor but never a wrestler. It was absurd, yet somehow enticing. She turned her gaze back towards Julie and Cathy, their expectant faces seemingly all she could see. She partook in a deep breath before issuing a warm smile to break the silence.
"Alright. Just this once. If you ladies promise to let me off easy," she declared, the allure of novelty and a sense of rivalry stirring something deep within her. "But don't expect me to hold back! I have a lot of pent up kickboxing energy I'd like to channel somewhere."
For Tanya, it was certainly going to be different from her usual holistic activities. Her heart still pounded in her chest, filled with a sensation of fear and thrill. The corners of her lips quickened into a contemplative smile before she sighed, taken by surprise at her own words as she finally broke her silence.
“And one other thing,” Tanya said, her voice a mixture of disbelief and anticipation. “It has to be over the weekend when no one else is at home.”
Julie and Cathy exchanged delighted glances before squealing in joy, their hands clapping together in synchronization.
“Perfect! That’s just the response we were hoping for Tanya dear,” Julie said, her blue eyes shimmering with excitement.
Cathy quickly flagged down the waiter, her enthusiastic voice rising above the soft chatter of her companions.
“Excuse me! Check, please,” the blonde called out the waiter in her ever-charming demeanor, her locks of hair bouncing eagerly with her motions as she winked towards Tanya, “We’ll be taking care of this one.”
“But Cathy,” Tanya protested. However, Julie’s laughter cut her off prematurely.
“Consider it a friendly gesture for your enthusiastic agreement, Tanya!” Julie said as she pulled out her platinum credit card, sliding it onto the small tray the waiter brought over. “You deserve a treat, starting from here ‘til the end of the weekend.”
As Cathy and Julie busied themselves signing the check and making polite conversation with the waiter, Tanya was left to her own thoughts. She stared into the depths of her green smoothie, her mind trying to process the unanticipated turn of events.
She couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Here she was, a mother of four, challenged to a friendly wrestling match by her neighbors and in a bikini at that! When was the last time she had even tried one on? The prospect was both daunting and appealing – daunting because she hadn’t attempted anything as thrilling in years, and appealing because, she had to admit, it sounded like a good deal of fun.
Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad afterall, Tanya thought to herself. Hoisting her straw to her luscious lips, she allowed the sweet, wholesome taste of the smoothie to fill her mouth. Taking a moment to relish the feeling, she decided to raise her drink towards her lunch companions. It wouldn’t hurt to add a dash of excitement to her life after all, even if it was just this once.
“Alright then, ladies. Here's to our thrilling little adventure together," Tanya proposed, her voice laced with a confidence and excitement that was infectious. The joyous laughter of the trio echoed through the cafe as they raised their drinks in unison, marking the start of their unique journey together.
After what felt like the longest week of Tanya’s life, the weekend finally arrived. Anxiety and excitement mixed together in her heart as she saw her neighbors walking from the sidewalk and straight towards her home. Clad in colorful sundresses with tote bags, the two appeared as if they had just returned from a day of shopping. Though, as she noted the clicking of their heels, she noticed they were wearing wrestling boots.
“I knew I should’ve gone shopping for something like that,” Tanya stated to herself.
Inside Tanya’s house, the warmth of the simmering sunlight seeped through the clouds and into her windows, casting an ambiance of soft golden light everywhere while also dragging the long and curvaceous shadows of her two busty blonde neighbors closer with each passing moment.
As such, her beautiful robe concealed her shape while at once increasing curiosity in those around her. Underneath, it pounded with strong determination that was seductive as it was terrifying. When the two blondes arrived, they were greeted with a radiant smile from their hostess whose countenance had become more angelic after applying makeup onto the angular contours of her face, and who now wore her neat hair tied back into a fashionable disheveled bun that allowed some strands to dangle down on either side of her face.
As they exchanged pleasantries, Tanya felt as if she could detect traces of irony alongside the amazement in their voices. Something seemed to really be turning her friends on.
As the brunette led her blonde neighbors into the grand living area, which had been elegantly furnished with plush sofas and intricate decor pieces that had since been moved aside, she heard the rustle of clothing as Cathy and Julie coyly slipped out of their sundresses, revealing their bikini-clad forms.
They had chosen relatively traditional styles as opposed to Tanya's more daring choice; they donned dark-colored bikinis with wrestling boots that contrasted sharply against Tanya's bare feet. Cathy’s emerald green bikini complemented her dark blond locks perfectly while Julie looked ravishing in her navy-blue bikini set contrasted by her sun-kissed skin and made her lighter blond mane stand out like sand on a beach.
The two women watched with bated breath as Tanya shrugged off her bathrobe in a dramatic flourish, unveiling her voluptuous body encased in the skimpy red thong bikini that contrasted perfectly against her golden complexion.
As they took in the intricate details of her busty form, Cathy and Julie felt their hearts quicken as they let out whistles from their lusty lips. Tanya was undeniably gorgeous, a testament to her diligent workout routine and disciplined lifestyle. Additionally, Tanya’s hair bun promptly fell, as well, releasing her chestnut colored hair behind her shoulders in a manner akin to a supermodel in a shampoo commercial.
The two blondes smiled at one another before smirking back at Tanya with predatory eyes. Tanya stared back with confidence, as if showing off her body and prowess.
The moment was cut short when Cathy, ever the assertive speaker, laid down the rules of their unique wrestling match.
“Alright Tanya, sweetheart,” Cathy started out, her eyes glowing with exhilaration. “Here are the rules. We’ve organized this match to last for the following twenty-four hours. Of course, breaks will be necessary but the winner at any point of time gets to decide when the breaks start and end.”
“And in between those sessions, the loser or losers will be tied up until the next session begins,” Julie added, her wolfish gaze intense and filled with anticipation.
"Wait, what?" Tanya was taken aback, her emerald eyes wide with surprise. While she had braced herself for a thrilling encounter, she had never imagined that it would take on such an adventurous twist, "Run that by me again?"
“Listen, it’s just a bit of fun, babe. You get tied up, you can tie us up. We all take a breather.”
"Well, it’s just that it’s all quite, um, adventurous," murmured Tanya, her pearly whites gnawing at her lower lip, contemplative yet visibly anxious about the endeavor. "Honestly, that's not exactly what I imagined when you ladies brought up the idea."
Her apprehension was palpable, but it didn’t deter Cathy and Julie. Instead, they exchanged glances before reassuring her.
"Tanya, dear, we understand how you’re feeling," Cathy said gently, leaning in closer. "It sounds overwhelmingly thrilling, we know. But as your friends, we wouldn’t ever let anything get out of hand."
"That's right. And don't forget, all of this is only for laughs," Julie delivered, her eyes softening reassuringly. "If it becomes too much, Tanya, we’ll all step back and rethink things."
The reassurances of her neighborhood gal pals, the adrenaline coursing through her veins, and most importantly, her innate feel of competitiveness was enough for Tanya to make the leap.
"You know what? I’m in," Tanya affirmed, her voice regular yet full of a tinge of exhilaration as she performed arm stretches.
“Great, we can’t wait to see those kickboxing moves of yours.”
“Yeah, I hope you’re really prepared, today. I expect you to treat us like bitter enemies because we’ll be looking forward to doing the same against you.”
“Oh, I’ll be ready.”
The room echoed with victorious laughter as the trio held fingers in unity, geared up to embark on their unique wrestling journey.
As the trio stretched on the floor, they began to take their positions. Tanya stood near the opening of the room while the blondes were up with their backs against the wall, their postures lowering as their hands moved up like lady wrestlers ready for combat.
Tanya positioned herself, her heart pounding against her chest with a rhythm akin to the fierce African tribal drums. As the law of the natural world began taking over, she could feel the adrenaline surging through her veins, fueling her competitiveness. At the same time, the imaginative thoughts racing in her mind slightly unnerved her. Cathy and Julie, on the other hand, had predatory gazes of fixation point towards Tanya as she readied herself for the fight. They were really into this.
Smiling and pursing her lips, Cathy began her count.
“One…”
“Two….”
“Thr-”
Before the count had even ended, the calmness of the living room had been shattered and replaced by a pulsating atmosphere of anticipation that hung heavily over the three bikini-clad combatants as the round began.
With a sudden indomitable roar that radiated both nervous excitement and exhilaration, the three women lunged towards each other, their athletic bodies colliding in the middle of the room.
Tanya immediately took the offensive, using her bare feet to her advantage as she slid, lunged, and wrestled with Cathy and Julie in aggressive fashion. She used every inch of her toned body to hold her ground as she lowered herself and aimed quick jabs at her blonde opponents while also attempting to pull them to the ground.
But it was to no avail.
The two blondes rushed at the brunette, throwing slaps and punches, squealing as they rushed in wildly at their prey.
At some point, one of the blondes was able to grab onto Tanya’s hair. Which one, Tanya couldn’t tell, but dragged forward towards them she ended up going before being slammed into the wall.
“Ugh!”
Fortunately for Tanya, much of the expensive items had been set aside and the only thing that shook on the wall was the clock, which still signaled the late morning and the beginning of a 24 hour cycle that was only merely beginning.
“You got her good with that.”
“Not gonna let you off the hook, Tanya baby.”
As Tanya pushed herself from the wall, she slammed her shoulders into Cathy and began pulling her neighbor’s hair in retaliation, dragging her and showcasing her agility and strength as she ran with the blonde’s golden mane tightly clenched in her fist, causing her neighbor to scream out.
Despite her momentum, Tanya was suddenly dragged backwards by her own hair once more as Julie rushed from behind. This had the unintentional cause of suddenly jerking Cathy backwards in grunting pain and crashing into Tanya, sending all three women pummeling onto the floor like falling dominos.
Tanya’s natural springiness allowed her to strike out and tackle Julie before she could get up, her ass protruding upwards as she launched herself and pinned the blonde whilst on all fours.
Fists rained into Julie’s stomach before finding her groin as Tanya began to take this fight more seriously than she imagined she ever would’ve prior to this. It was as if something had awoken within her and within her neighbors.
“Take that!”
“Ooohh!” Julie quickly covered up her crotch with both hands and recoiled into the fetal position, gripping her groin even as Tanya was set upon her.
Unfortunately for Tanya, her thong covered bottom protruding upwards was the perfect target as Cathy crept up from behind and smacked her toned ass with a loud thud before pulling her by the crimson thong and wedgying her off her partner.
Tanya quickly turned around to counter, grabbing onto Cathy’s arm to loosen the blonde’s grip while shooting a fist right into her ribcage. The two traded blows, with Tanya showcasing, indeed, some natural boxing skill and athleticism rising from her aerobics class.
“Shit! Julie, help me!”
Julie’s eyes were still closed and her legs were parted as she still tried to ease the pain in her groin by holding onto it.
“I have you,” Tanya smirked as her fist struck with accuracy as she weaved from and deflected her opponent’s strikes, all while dragging the blonde around in circles.
Still, Cathy resisted as she tried to flee the brunette bombshell, pulling just as much as she was being dragged.
As Tanya held Cathy at an arm's length, trying to wrestle her to the ground, a panting Julie crept behind Tanya and swiftly wrapped her arms around Tanya’s shoulders. Cathy took advantage of the confusion, tackling Tanya by latching onto her midriff and forcing the bosomy brunette to let go of Cathy.
The two women conversed over Tanya’s shoulders as they pinned her together with their bodies.
“What took you?”
“Hey, give me a break, hon. I just got hit in the groin.”
“Yeah, those fists of hers are stronger than they look.”
“Hell yeah, they are.”
“You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Yeah. Why don’t we give her some payback?”
“Let’s do it.”
In an impressive display of camaraderie and coordination, Cathy and Julie managed to heave Tanya off her feet. Julie wrapped her arms tight around Tanya's waist as Cathy hoisted her up while standing at the front. Despite the tinge of surprise that registered in Tanya's eyes, she found herself in awe of their combined strength and determination. The ensuing struggle led to loud shrieks of surprise from Tanya as she squirmed in her blond duo's firm grip.
“Let’s have a little inspection, shall we?”
“Yeah, that much she owes us.”
As Cathy began to slip her hand across Tanya’s toned abs, her thumb kneaded her way upwards towards Tanya's luscious bosom, giving each boob a pinch which drew yelps of protest. All the while Julie explored the back of Tanya as her hands glided over Tanya's curvaceous bottom, emanating a sense of command over Tanya as she panted in between their tight embrace. The tormenting smacks against Tanya’s buttocks followed forth.
Tanya shook wildly in an attempt to free herself, grunting and howling in frustration as her body became a plaything to explore and torment.
“How about that? She’s exactly how I imagined. Feisty and spicy.”
“Yes, quite the appetizer. But the main course hasn’t even begun just yet.”
Overwhelmed but still ready for more surprises, Tanya squirmed, her body twisting and flexing in an attempt to break free. But even with all her athletic prowess, she was no match against two determined women clinging onto her every curve as they outnumbered and outmatched her with their combined prowess.
As Cathy eyed Tanya’s luscious tits, her face glowed with sadistic perversion as she nibbled on the flesh peering through the bikini top. Then, she latched onto the crimson top and swiped it off, freeing Tanya’s 34F bosom in its full glory as it swung out into the open with a jiggle.
“My, my, what do we have here?”
“What do you see? I wish I could see what you’re seeing, Cat.”
“They’re just as impressive as you can imagine. But don’t worry, you’ll get your turn.”
Then, Cathy began punching Tanya’s tits.
“What are these, anyway? Double Ds? No, they’re much bigger than mine. It doesn’t matter, though, because they’re going to be flat As after I’m done,” Cathy said, in between bated breaths and well timed punches.
It was payback from the jab session she had endured earlier.
Meanwhile, Julie slammed her palms against Tanya’s butt, timed in synchronization with Cathy so that Tanya could not escape when their hands became free but also to torment Tanya mentally, as her mind was left to anticipate the incoming spanks and jabs with fear and uncertainty as each strike of shame came at differing paces and rhythms.
Tanya grunted as she failed to break free, enduring the assaults upon her bottom and bosom.
As Julie smirked towards Cathy, she whistled, “I think it’s time for her to take a timeout break!”
“Yeah, where do you think we should put her?”
“I’ve got an idea.”
Hoisting her by her thong and lifting her just outside of their makeshift arena, the lesbian lovers strung their brunette neighbor up against the wall like a wounded prey, wedging her against a lavish modern art style statue with lengthy metal appendages sticking forth, as if offering Tanya on a platter. Then, binding her hands via her bikini top to a portrait-less wall mount behind the statue, they began lashing at her toned bottom with their palms.
“Aghh! Ughh! Aiiiee!!” Tanya screamed out. Soon, the brunette’s butt began to turn shades of red as it was imprinted with the outlines of hands.
The blondes both took a step back and admired their handiwork, smiling at each other before bringing in their tote bags. They began to set up cameras, detailing their brunette neighbor as they filmed and clicked.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Tanya asked, worried and fearful, “I never agreed to this!”
“Shut up! You don’t get to talk, loser. The first round is over and barely even lasted!”
“Tanya, honey, let’s just say this is insurance that you’ll continue fighting us, even if you lose today. Now, we wouldn’t want your husband to think his trophy wife was a haughty and naughty woman, would you? He doesn’t need to know about our little bouts and this will secure it.”
“Plus, it gives us something to watch, when we leave,” Julie giggled to herself, “Now, let’s bring out the whips.”
“W-wh-whips?!” Tanya began to wiggle, her bottom jiggling as she struggled, making it all the more enticing for the two blondes drew a pair of short leather whips from their tote bags and began their stinging assault on their shapely target.
“Sorry, but this is what losers get!”
SMACK! SLAP! THWACK! WAP! THUM!
“Submit, Tanya. Submit to your taming!”
THOOM! SNAP! BLAP! PLUP! POW!
But Tanya did not submit, no matter how painful it got. After several minutes of their session, Tanya grunted and panted for breath, having gritted her teeth.
“I do wonder what your husband would think of this sight.”
“It’s quite pathetic, honestly. You’d think a gentleman like him would prefer a blonde instead.”
“Of course, you know as well we do that both of us don’t have a taste for gentlemen but these particular blondes do have a taste for brunettes. And it seems we have one within our grasp.”
“Still, the fight isn’t finished. We ought to take it to the next stage.”
“Indeed, darling. Indeed.”
Tanya braced herself. What was it now?
Leaving their bound brunette neighbor to moan and whimper against the statue, Cathy and Julie sauntered off into the sleek, modern designed kitchen with wonder. Opening the fridge, the blonde beauties helped themselves to a cornucopia of appetizing drinks self-prepared by Tanya. Giggling like teenagers over Tanya’s predicament, they began refreshing themselves for round two.
With juice bottles and a pitcher of ice-cold lemon water from the fridge, they walked back towards the apprehensive brunette and with mirrored smirks, the blondes tipped the pitcher and bottles above Tanya's face, letting the liquid spill over her face and body.
As insulting as it was, the sweet tartness of the juice mixed with the biting chill of the water splattering onto the brunette’s face provided a momentary feeling of respite from the burning sensation still stinging her bottom.
"You ready for Round 2?" Cathy called out playfully, ruffling Tanya's damp hair.
"Let's get her back in the arena," Julie said to her partner with a sly smile, her fingers tugging Tanya's crimson bikini bottoms higher, mocking their adversary as her fingers jerked the thong violently.
Noon had past.
Topless, embarrassed, and stinging from the punishment so far, Tanya nonetheless readied herself for another bout. Ignoring the soreness that plagued her body, she pushed through and launched herself at Cathy and Julie with retribution, displaying a renewed spirit as she struck back with a storm of violence, delivering wild heaves, jabs, and kicks.
The strikes did not go unnoticed by the blonde lovers. A well-aimed kick to Julie’s calf left her stumbling and caused her to fall onto her side with a surprised shriek. Then, a series of one-two combination jabs caused Cathy to recoil and back up, having been reminded of the hits from earlier.
This time around, Tanya wasn't going down without giving them a fight. She was going to show them that she wasn’t just beauty and fitness. She was a competitor and an athlete.
The blondes recuperated and renewed their assault.
As Tanya continued pacing back and forth, she was able to grab onto Cathy’s hair and slap her. Cathy reciprocated in similar fashion by lashing and grabbing herself. In the process of desperately defending herself, a squealing Tanya was able to tear Cathy’s bikini top down, causing her Double Ds to spill out.
“Oh, so, we’re going topless now?” Julie quipped, as she playfully unbuckled her own bikini top and swung it free with a snap.
Tanya paid no attention as she was matching up with Cathy, their eyes locked.
“Here, Cat, I think you might need this,” stated Julie as she tossed her bikini top to Cathy.
“Why, thank you, Julie,” said Cathy in an eerie and predatory tone as her fingers began to twirl and swing her partner’s top.
As the two blondes approached, Tanya swung wildly to dissuade them. Unfortunately, that only left her wide open as Cathy grabbed the ends of Julie's top and fashioned it into a makeshift leash. Snapping it around Tanya's neck, she yanked the top towards herself, choking the brunette and leading her around the carpeted floor like a ragdoll.
As Tanya’s world spun, she suddenly found herself tripping over her own feet and landing straight into Cathy’s full 32DD bosom. As her face planted on Cathy’s bare skin, the blonde’s hands tightened their grip on Tanya’s head.
"You wanted to see them," Cathy chuckled, her bosom swinging back and forth as she gripped onto the bikini top and brunette’s head, "Well, here you go. Take a good look!"
“Hey, let me join, too,” Julie responded as she moved in.
The next moments were a whirlwind of sensations for Tanya. The feeling of two heaving bosoms slamming against her face shocked her momentarily. It was as if the wind was knocked out of her as they alternated attacks between their threesome, throwing Tanya back and forth in an attempt to smother her.
“Mpphhfff-”
Soon, Tanya’s eyes began to roll as she gasped and panted for breath in between each bosomy prison sentence dealt out to her.
"I have to admit, Cathy. This is easier than I thought it would be," Julie giggled menacingly, her claws digging into Tanya’s 34F chest as she squeezed and twisted her. "Poor Tanya, she doesn't stand a chance against the two of us."
"You're right, babe. We’re sure teaching this already broken mommy a lesson," Cathy responded smugly as she continued passing the brunette back and forth. "I think we've taught her more than enough for now. Let’s try something else."
“Yeah? What do you think we should do?”
“Well, we’ve already introduced Tanya to our Double Ds, how about let’s have her explore ourselves down below.”
“No,” Tanya protested weakly.
As the topless Tanya attempted to wrestle herself out from beneath the two women and desperately gasping for air in between their large breasts, Julie strategically maneuvered herself to wrap her bronzed legs around Tanya's inner thighs, her crotch grinding and gyrating against Tanya’s groin in circular motions.
“Yeah, you like that, Tanya?” Julie asked.
As a panicked Tanya squirmed in her grip, the intense sensation was too much for Julie to ignore. The blonde began clenching her thighs even tighter around Tanya, her coarse voice echoing through their makeshift arena.
"Yes, yes! That’s it!"
All the while, Cathy quickened her own actions. She wrapped her thighs around Tanya’s face and pushed her crotch straight onto Tanya’s face, rubbing and squirming around as if in ecstasy. The echo of their cheers and laughter reverberated throughout the room, the cameras they’d set up earlier capturing every detail of their scandalous endeavors as Julie screamed in vivacious delight.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”
“Ohhhhhhhhh!”
Uninterruptedly, Julie continued her onslaught for several minutes which felt like speeding hours for Tanya before she eventually let go and rolled off the panting brunette.
Tanya was then left at the mercy of Cathy who still lay above her and was alternating between grinding upon her and slapping her.
“Guys, stop…can’t...breathe…”
Apparently having satisfied themselves for the moment, the two blondes paused. Much to their sadistic delight, hearing Tanya’s strained voice proved to them just how easy it was to dominate her.
“That won’t do,” Julie said, having stabilized her breath and watched her partner torture their neighbor like a helpless plaything.
“Yeah, you’re right, we don’t want her to faint just yet,” Cathy smirked before finally letting go of Tanya, tossing her discarded top aside and sliding over her heaving body.
Tanya’s chest heaved up and down as she gulped for fresh air; her relief was evident, but so was the look of hurt pride and despair. She wasn’t accustomed to being handled like this. Tanya stuck her chest out in pride as she struggled to regain breathing and to keep her wits about.
Cathy gave Julie a satisfied look and loosened Julie’s legs around Tanya’s waist.
“Come on Tanya, get up.”
“Already? I…need…a break…”
Seeing this, Cathy and Julie began rummaging in their bag, pulling out ropes, delighting by the look of alarm in Tanya’s eyes.
“Well, it seems like you do need a break,” Cathy commented coolly, helping Julie to bind Tanya together with the rope.
“Something’s missing, don’t you think?” Julie asked.
“Yes, you’re right,” responded Cathy, as she maneuvered towards the tied up brunette’s head, lifting her up by her hair. As she did so, Julie pulled up from behind and tore Tanya’s tight thong off her bottom with a snap. Then, she handed it over to Cathy, who promptly placed it in Tanya’s mouth.
“W-wai…..Mppfffh!”
Then, off the floor and onto the couch, the blondes sat together as they both snuggled and murmured sweet nothings into each other’s ears even as they continued to watch Tanya struggle. Soon, they turned on Tanya’s TV and began fantasizing about watching the footage they compiled on it.
For now, though, they would enjoy the break.
The sun was setting now…..
As the duo became bored of watching TV, they walked over to Tanya and began unloosening her rope, pulling out the bikini bottom embedded in her mouth.
Freed from her gag, Tanya gasped for air.
“Come on, it’s time for the next round,” Julie stated.
Tanya whimpered, crawling on all fours to her corner.
“Oh, Tanya, don’t worry,” Cathy stated, “You don’t really have to do any fighting, this time around.”
“Yeah, for a rookie like you, this is what the final round usually looks like.”
From her knees, Tanya looked up, fearful but somewhat hopeful for an end to this match up. R-really? No more fighting?
“The fighting is over, indeed.”
As the two blondes brought their bags over, they began rummaging through it.
SNAP!
From the bags, Cathy and Julie produced large metallic paddles, the kind used for industrial grade machines. Then, they retrieved the small leather whips, as well.
“And now, the taming of Tanya begins.”
“Giddiyap!”
“N-no-nooo!”
As she began scrambling on all fours, the taming of Tanya finally began.
The camera’s lenses recorded it all as the women headed into the night:
Smacks to the bottom, slaps to the head, pulling of hair, horseback riding, strikes to the groin.
Soon, Tanya became nothing more than a plaything as she tried to flee, running back and forth around the room before crawling on her knees from her tormentors. Her screams and grunts and moans filled the home as the blondes pursued her.
Unfortunately for the brunette, there would be no round 4.
The next morning, the two blondes walked from the master bedroom and helped themselves to breakfast.
Joining them was a roughed up Tanya, having been released and given a bathrobe.
“So, what did you think?”
“I, uh,” Tanya sighed, “It didn’t go the way I thought it would.”
“Well, it’s only natural. You’re a rookie, Tanya.”
“I still think,” Tanya exhaled, a bit of disappointment in her voice, “I still think I could’ve done better.”
“Well, you did fine. We had our fun out of it.”
“Yeah, in fact, it’s only the beginning, remember?”
“W-what do you mean?” Tanya asked, hesitating, “You can’t be serious about me trying this ‘catfighting thing’ again?”
“Oh, you don’t have a choice, Tanya, babe.”
“Yeah, we got it all on camera, remember? And now, that means you’ll have to earn your way out. Otherwise, we wouldn’t want Dan finding out, do we?”
“Come on, it’s just one day a month until you win. Then, we won’t bother you about it ever again.”
“Didn’t you say you loved the challenge? Don’t you want to prove yourself?”
Tanya grumbled. She had no choice.
She was now tamed.
Epilogue:
Two years later….
Tanya had prepared for this. Not only did Tanya train for the fight like a professional athlete would, she had even taken up actual kickboxing courses in the past several months and gotten the rhythm and the steps down. Her technique had improved to the point where the instructors were adamant about her spending the weekend at an amateur circuit against proven fighters.
But no, she couldn’t.
Not this weekend. This weekend, she would finally have her way.
Tanya had trained for it and she was going to show it all off - the culmination of all her hard work. Her fists clenched, her feet ready to leap forth in rhythm, her smirk confident, her bosom bulging, her green eyes twinkling, her body toned to perfection, her mind clear.
“Alright, who wants to have their ass kic-”
“Shut up!”
“Get down on your knees and beg, loser!”
And just like that, Tanya was dragged to the ground by her hair and bound with a dog leash around her neck. A pair of handcuffs quickly found her wrists as her ass pointed up towards the ceiling while her face was planted beneath the heel of her opponent.
From the floor, the brunette stared upwards at the two pairs of Double Ds hovering above her and the blonde lovers staring down at her disdainfully from their mountain tops, casting judgment and shame down upon her.
“By the way, loser, we brought some friends and we want you to entertain them.”
“Also got some new toys.”
The sound of vibrating devices and crackling whips sounded off from the other room, accompanied by laughter.
“W-w-what? But that’s unfair,” Tanya began to whine as she was dragged up and away before being tossed to the floor in front of her new audience.
“Shut up, nobody asked for Miss Kickboxing Champ’s opinion.”
“Gonna be another strip and trib today. Hope you ladies like pampered brunette pussy.”
“Damn, what a hottie. You think she’s gonna last longer than that previous neighbor of yours?”
“Oh, she’ll last quite long, I can guarantee you that. This party’s just getting started.”
“Alright. Can’t wait to test out this bitch’s cxnt!”
“Let’s see what she’s made of, girls.”
Tanya gasped, exhaled, and then, she closed her eyes. Oh great.
What had she gotten herself into?
7
Catfighting / College Co-Ed Catfight
« Last post by Catscarlisle on Today at 09:49:46 PM »A short story commission between two bookish college roommates.
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The sun's rays filled the college dormitory room, casting a warm glow on Lily and Cindy, two bookish brunettes who were strikingly similar in appearance. They sat nervously on their beds, their hearts pounding as an unspoken tension simmered between them. Although seemingly innocent, these girls held a secret desire for something more thrilling than academic pursuits—a hidden fetish for catfights.
At night, with the lights off, when they thought the other had fallen asleep, their hands reached down below as they imagined a world where their bodies intertwined with that of an imaginary opponent and their eyes were deadlocked as their hands clasped together. In total unison, they moved as one whole as they engaged in combat with their opponent, mirroring one another’s movements.
One morning, both women would wake up and find their roommate’s laptops had been left open, both women embarrassed as they rushed to shut off the images of beautiful women clashing, tearing apart one another’s clothing, and grabbing at their opponent’s bodies.
Of course, as they did so, it turned out that they had mistaken one another’s laptops for their own. As such, their reddened faces turned to ones of sudden enthusiasm and devilish grins. Perhaps the roommate match up survey they had taken was more perfect than they realized.
Though shocking at first, it was more comforting to know that their tastes were more similar than they had realized. In fact, their own similarities hardly ended at that. Both women were single children, had medium length hair they kept in braided pigtails, listed themselves as introverts, and wore glasses that covered their brown eyes with a reflective coating that befitted their bookishness.
As they stared at one another….
….In this room, their desires pulsed with an electrifying energy, waiting to be unleashed. Like magnets, their eyes locked instantly, fueled by an inexplicable attraction that called for conflict.
Lily lunged forward, her hand connecting with Cindy's cheek in a resounding slap. But it was not just a physical blow she aimed for—it was an assault on Cindy's very identity.
"Your hair looks so ridiculous," Lily taunted, seizing a handful of Cindy's locks and yanking them with force. The fight was on, both girl's pent-up desires transforming into a dance of power and seduction, “I’m going to tear those pigtails off, you nerd!”
"Well, you’re one to talk, copying my style," Cindy snarled in response, her hand entangled in Lily's brown waves as she slammed her opponent to the ground. The impact echoed through the room as Cindy's palm connected with Lily's delicate cheek in a powerful slap in retaliation to the one she had received, “I’d tell you to have a bad hair day but your hairstyle doesn't look good on you at all!”
As the two college girls pulled at their hair and their clothing, they twirled and twisted on the ground like cats rolling to and fro in an endless circle.
“You’re so weak! And you want to call me a nerd?”
“Weak? Look at me pulling you and tearing you apart?”
“W-w-wait, not my blouse, nooooo!”
“Yes, your blouse, you bitch! You don't need it anymore.”
“Fine, how about your shirt goes, too?”
“My shirt! I'm exposed! My bra is totally out there.”
"They're so small!"
"Yours are smaller!"
The layers began to peel bit by bit, as strands of hair and scraps of clothing fell. Their pigtails, once braided, unloosened together as a wild tangly mess caught up in a storm of wavy brunette hair coalescing across enemy lines.
Neither satisfied, they both released one arm and took aim with their free hand. Their strikes intertwined in a mirroring echo. Every punch Cindy threw, Lily retaliated with a fist of her own.
As Lily's fist lunged forward, aiming for her opponent’s face, Cindy managed to dodge it at the last second by weaving her head.
"Missed me!"
"You're gonna pay for that!"
Ducking her head under, Lily was able to maneuver herself around Cindy’s retaliation shot. At the same time, her body was pressed downward towards her abdomen now, which meant she was too close range to attack with her fists.
But since she was already downward, she decided to stay below and yanked down at Cindy’s skirt instead.
Cindy grunted, retaliating by grabbing onto Lily's skirt as well, yanking it upwards instead of down.
"You think you can undress me again? Think again!"
“Oh, you’re going to be naked after I’m through with you!”
“At least, I’ll have something to show. When I’m done, you’re going to prance around the dorms in the nude, you bitch!”
“Stop acting like I’m the one who’s smaller!”
“You ARE smaller!”
“No, I’m bigger.”
“Wrong! You’re smaller!”
“I am not, you brainless cxnt!”
“Let’s have a look, then!”
“Fuck you! Fuck off my tits!”
“You get off mine!”
“I’m going to tear them off!”
Their skirts down their ankles, the two switched towards their breasts now, clawing and clasping at the orbs hidden behind the bra cups that hid them. Seeking and exploring, they found one another’s weaknesses as they groped their way around their defenses as their bras slid down their chests from the pressure.
“You scratch like a kitten! Is that the best you've got?"
"I'll show you what a true catfight looks like!"
“Aghhh!”
“Ooohhh!”
“Yoooww!”
“Unnnhhh!”
Lily's nails dug into Cindy's arms, breasts, and shoulders as she yelped in pain.
Cindy grinned through gritted teeth, retaliating with an equally painful scratch on Lily's body.
Exposed at the top, the cat scratching fever had driven them up unto their knees, where they engaged one another chest-to-chest and belly-to-belly. Locking their fingers to prevent further scratching, they moved into a contest of strength and will. Their voices mixed with moans of pain and excitement, as their desires turned the fight into a passionate dance of pleasure and pain.
As their foreheads thudded against one another, they stared furiously into one another’s eyes. The scent of their perspiration was disguised with the smell of their hair, clearly moisturized with aromatic shampoo.
"Your shampoo choice is terrible. Your hair smells like cheap desperation."
"Unlike your whore shampoo, my shampoo exudes sophistication."
“Well, you clearly lack style and substance if that’s your definition of sophistication.”
“You think your bad insults work on me? Or are you just compensating for your insecurities?”
“Please, you might as well be a dumb blonde in disguise.”
“Projecting much, aren’t we?”
As their legs tangled together, their silky smooth thighs met along the edges of their panties. Their bodies pressed against one another. The scent between them filled their nostrils as they shouted and groaned. Every nerve was alive and pulsing. Every sense scrambled to work as their bodies shifted in continuous momentum until it stopped, their bookish understanding of inertia coming to a halt as their physical potential rose to the top.
And they could feel it below as they fell. The sensation they had felt when they watched other women catfight. Instead of on a screen, it was happening in real time with them participating. As their bodies rubbed against one another, they felt the warm sensations within them and as they watched their mirror counterpart, they could see it happening to their opponent. The vibrations of their quivering thighs were simply too much against the sensitivity within their loins. And they both knew it as they shared this experience together.
As they stared at one another, a sudden shock and realization came across their faces as a sudden bolt of climatic energy shot through them, causing the angry and determined expression to transform into one of orgastic uttering, their eyes closing shut and their mouths forming the letter ‘O’.
“Oh!”
“Oh my-”
“Ohhhhh!”
“Oooooh!”
“Oh.”
“Oh…”
It was briefer than they had anticipated, coming about as sudden as it was swift. The two paused and stopped, with uncertainty.
What just happened? Wasn’t this what they wanted? It couldn’t just end here, could it? Did this technically still mean they were virgins?
“So, did, uh, did that just happen?”
“I, I think so. I’m not sure.”
“Um.”
“Yeah.”
The two paused, almost smiling but like when they had discovered the other’s taste for catfights, they were more uncertain and confused in a comfortable and satisfying way than joyful.
“Does that mean this is over?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“How about we call a truce?”
“A truce works for me, roomate.”
Their eyes locked and then, they did, in fact, smile at this understanding. Helping one another, they gathered themselves and began to slip their clothing back to place, giggling as they redid their pigtails with less perfection than previously but with well earned satisfaction from a hard fought duel.
They both turned, almost mirroring one another as they reached for their school books.
“Now, well, I suppose it’s time to return to my paper on Keynes and how he impacted society.”
“You mean, how wrong he was about his theories?
“Wrong? He’s not wrong. Maybe you’re just too stupid to understand these concepts?”
“Oh, so we have a fangirl, over here. First thing she does is accuse people of being stupid without looking at herself? Of course, she picks the loser to write about because she’s also a loser.”
“If you can’t figure that out, it’s probably due to you lacking the intelligence to do so.”
“Again, projecting much? That sounds like a you problem, ugly!
“Me, ugly? I’m not the ugly one!”
"Well, you certainly can’t call yourself beautiful? Take a good look in the mirror!"
"Oh, yeah? Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? Certainly not you!"
“You want to prove that, ugly?”
“Okay, how about I fix your looks for you?”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“You really want to settle this again, bitch?”
“Why not? As far as I can tell, I won.”
“You? Win? Please!”
“Oh, I’ll prove it to you, again!”
And thus, began a long and interesting Freshman year for the two brunette college co-eds.
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The sun's rays filled the college dormitory room, casting a warm glow on Lily and Cindy, two bookish brunettes who were strikingly similar in appearance. They sat nervously on their beds, their hearts pounding as an unspoken tension simmered between them. Although seemingly innocent, these girls held a secret desire for something more thrilling than academic pursuits—a hidden fetish for catfights.
At night, with the lights off, when they thought the other had fallen asleep, their hands reached down below as they imagined a world where their bodies intertwined with that of an imaginary opponent and their eyes were deadlocked as their hands clasped together. In total unison, they moved as one whole as they engaged in combat with their opponent, mirroring one another’s movements.
One morning, both women would wake up and find their roommate’s laptops had been left open, both women embarrassed as they rushed to shut off the images of beautiful women clashing, tearing apart one another’s clothing, and grabbing at their opponent’s bodies.
Of course, as they did so, it turned out that they had mistaken one another’s laptops for their own. As such, their reddened faces turned to ones of sudden enthusiasm and devilish grins. Perhaps the roommate match up survey they had taken was more perfect than they realized.
Though shocking at first, it was more comforting to know that their tastes were more similar than they had realized. In fact, their own similarities hardly ended at that. Both women were single children, had medium length hair they kept in braided pigtails, listed themselves as introverts, and wore glasses that covered their brown eyes with a reflective coating that befitted their bookishness.
As they stared at one another….
….In this room, their desires pulsed with an electrifying energy, waiting to be unleashed. Like magnets, their eyes locked instantly, fueled by an inexplicable attraction that called for conflict.
Lily lunged forward, her hand connecting with Cindy's cheek in a resounding slap. But it was not just a physical blow she aimed for—it was an assault on Cindy's very identity.
"Your hair looks so ridiculous," Lily taunted, seizing a handful of Cindy's locks and yanking them with force. The fight was on, both girl's pent-up desires transforming into a dance of power and seduction, “I’m going to tear those pigtails off, you nerd!”
"Well, you’re one to talk, copying my style," Cindy snarled in response, her hand entangled in Lily's brown waves as she slammed her opponent to the ground. The impact echoed through the room as Cindy's palm connected with Lily's delicate cheek in a powerful slap in retaliation to the one she had received, “I’d tell you to have a bad hair day but your hairstyle doesn't look good on you at all!”
As the two college girls pulled at their hair and their clothing, they twirled and twisted on the ground like cats rolling to and fro in an endless circle.
“You’re so weak! And you want to call me a nerd?”
“Weak? Look at me pulling you and tearing you apart?”
“W-w-wait, not my blouse, nooooo!”
“Yes, your blouse, you bitch! You don't need it anymore.”
“Fine, how about your shirt goes, too?”
“My shirt! I'm exposed! My bra is totally out there.”
"They're so small!"
"Yours are smaller!"
The layers began to peel bit by bit, as strands of hair and scraps of clothing fell. Their pigtails, once braided, unloosened together as a wild tangly mess caught up in a storm of wavy brunette hair coalescing across enemy lines.
Neither satisfied, they both released one arm and took aim with their free hand. Their strikes intertwined in a mirroring echo. Every punch Cindy threw, Lily retaliated with a fist of her own.
As Lily's fist lunged forward, aiming for her opponent’s face, Cindy managed to dodge it at the last second by weaving her head.
"Missed me!"
"You're gonna pay for that!"
Ducking her head under, Lily was able to maneuver herself around Cindy’s retaliation shot. At the same time, her body was pressed downward towards her abdomen now, which meant she was too close range to attack with her fists.
But since she was already downward, she decided to stay below and yanked down at Cindy’s skirt instead.
Cindy grunted, retaliating by grabbing onto Lily's skirt as well, yanking it upwards instead of down.
"You think you can undress me again? Think again!"
“Oh, you’re going to be naked after I’m through with you!”
“At least, I’ll have something to show. When I’m done, you’re going to prance around the dorms in the nude, you bitch!”
“Stop acting like I’m the one who’s smaller!”
“You ARE smaller!”
“No, I’m bigger.”
“Wrong! You’re smaller!”
“I am not, you brainless cxnt!”
“Let’s have a look, then!”
“Fuck you! Fuck off my tits!”
“You get off mine!”
“I’m going to tear them off!”
Their skirts down their ankles, the two switched towards their breasts now, clawing and clasping at the orbs hidden behind the bra cups that hid them. Seeking and exploring, they found one another’s weaknesses as they groped their way around their defenses as their bras slid down their chests from the pressure.
“You scratch like a kitten! Is that the best you've got?"
"I'll show you what a true catfight looks like!"
“Aghhh!”
“Ooohhh!”
“Yoooww!”
“Unnnhhh!”
Lily's nails dug into Cindy's arms, breasts, and shoulders as she yelped in pain.
Cindy grinned through gritted teeth, retaliating with an equally painful scratch on Lily's body.
Exposed at the top, the cat scratching fever had driven them up unto their knees, where they engaged one another chest-to-chest and belly-to-belly. Locking their fingers to prevent further scratching, they moved into a contest of strength and will. Their voices mixed with moans of pain and excitement, as their desires turned the fight into a passionate dance of pleasure and pain.
As their foreheads thudded against one another, they stared furiously into one another’s eyes. The scent of their perspiration was disguised with the smell of their hair, clearly moisturized with aromatic shampoo.
"Your shampoo choice is terrible. Your hair smells like cheap desperation."
"Unlike your whore shampoo, my shampoo exudes sophistication."
“Well, you clearly lack style and substance if that’s your definition of sophistication.”
“You think your bad insults work on me? Or are you just compensating for your insecurities?”
“Please, you might as well be a dumb blonde in disguise.”
“Projecting much, aren’t we?”
As their legs tangled together, their silky smooth thighs met along the edges of their panties. Their bodies pressed against one another. The scent between them filled their nostrils as they shouted and groaned. Every nerve was alive and pulsing. Every sense scrambled to work as their bodies shifted in continuous momentum until it stopped, their bookish understanding of inertia coming to a halt as their physical potential rose to the top.
And they could feel it below as they fell. The sensation they had felt when they watched other women catfight. Instead of on a screen, it was happening in real time with them participating. As their bodies rubbed against one another, they felt the warm sensations within them and as they watched their mirror counterpart, they could see it happening to their opponent. The vibrations of their quivering thighs were simply too much against the sensitivity within their loins. And they both knew it as they shared this experience together.
As they stared at one another, a sudden shock and realization came across their faces as a sudden bolt of climatic energy shot through them, causing the angry and determined expression to transform into one of orgastic uttering, their eyes closing shut and their mouths forming the letter ‘O’.
“Oh!”
“Oh my-”
“Ohhhhh!”
“Oooooh!”
“Oh.”
“Oh…”
It was briefer than they had anticipated, coming about as sudden as it was swift. The two paused and stopped, with uncertainty.
What just happened? Wasn’t this what they wanted? It couldn’t just end here, could it? Did this technically still mean they were virgins?
“So, did, uh, did that just happen?”
“I, I think so. I’m not sure.”
“Um.”
“Yeah.”
The two paused, almost smiling but like when they had discovered the other’s taste for catfights, they were more uncertain and confused in a comfortable and satisfying way than joyful.
“Does that mean this is over?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“How about we call a truce?”
“A truce works for me, roomate.”
Their eyes locked and then, they did, in fact, smile at this understanding. Helping one another, they gathered themselves and began to slip their clothing back to place, giggling as they redid their pigtails with less perfection than previously but with well earned satisfaction from a hard fought duel.
They both turned, almost mirroring one another as they reached for their school books.
“Now, well, I suppose it’s time to return to my paper on Keynes and how he impacted society.”
“You mean, how wrong he was about his theories?
“Wrong? He’s not wrong. Maybe you’re just too stupid to understand these concepts?”
“Oh, so we have a fangirl, over here. First thing she does is accuse people of being stupid without looking at herself? Of course, she picks the loser to write about because she’s also a loser.”
“If you can’t figure that out, it’s probably due to you lacking the intelligence to do so.”
“Again, projecting much? That sounds like a you problem, ugly!
“Me, ugly? I’m not the ugly one!”
"Well, you certainly can’t call yourself beautiful? Take a good look in the mirror!"
"Oh, yeah? Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? Certainly not you!"
“You want to prove that, ugly?”
“Okay, how about I fix your looks for you?”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“You really want to settle this again, bitch?”
“Why not? As far as I can tell, I won.”
“You? Win? Please!”
“Oh, I’ll prove it to you, again!”
And thus, began a long and interesting Freshman year for the two brunette college co-eds.
8
Catfighting / Between Neighbors - a story commission
« Last post by Catscarlisle on Today at 09:47:15 PM »Everyone in the quiet, quaint Copperwood neighborhood knew about the silent tension that thrummed like that of a taut violin string between two of its residents--Sheila Saxon and Linda Lawson. The perfectly manicured lawns and prim hedges of their respective homes faced one another across the narrow avenue, forming a battle-line as real as any in the history of neighborly warfare.
Sheila, the tall-blonde-slightly heavy housewife with her steely blue eyes and pursed lips, had a reputation for her irritable nature and high-maintenance personality. Her days were filled with managing her pristine home and carefully manicured garden. Sheila stood tall at each neighborhood gathering, often making snide remarks, reminding everyone including Linda of their age difference and therefore, their ranking as neighborhood housewives.
Against Sheila's towering, somewhat overbearing personality was Linda. Petite and brunette, she wore a smile like a freshly picked rose - radiant and slightly sharp. Linda's laugh was infectious, her demeanor inviting, but she had a spine of steel that no one questioned, least of all Sheila who was on the receiving end more often than not.
Their rivalry was set in stone the moment they met.
Every neighborhood get-together was a battlefield, where the art of subtlety was murdered by their passive-aggressive comments as they pondered over the boundary of their properties.
Week after week, the once-pleasant atmosphere of the neighborhood was overshadowed by subtle acts of passive aggression from both sides. Sheila would often trim her hedges just enough to encroach upon Linda's side of the property line, causing Linda to retaliate by subtly pruning away flowers that had found their way onto her lawn. In turn, Sheila would pay back the act in response.
One sunny afternoon, Linda was out tending to the brightly colored petunias near the edge of her lawn when she noticed Sheila approaching.
"Why can't she ever confine herself to her side?" the brunette mumbled to herself.
As if on cue, Sheila stepped onto the grass, pretending to ignore Linda as she sniffed the air and glanced around before removing her sunglasses.
"Oh Linda, I didn’t notice you already out here," Sheila started, flashing a charming smile that did little to hide the knife-edge in her voice. "I thought I'd come over and have a little chat."
"Of course, Sheila," Linda smirked, wiping her hands on her apron. She gestured to the petunias next to her. “What ever could you have to say?”
“I was just going to inform you that your flowers are over the line, once again.”
"Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed. The ones you snipped last week have finally started to look a little less pitiful. But what else can I expect from a woman who came in second place during the neighborhood’s home and gardening contest?"
The blonde tilted her head, her smile never wavering. "Well, first off, if they were on your side, which they clearly were not, I wouldn't have to take matters into my own hands. Second, you cut my peonies."
"Oh! You're one to talk. I remember somebody having my lilacs trimmed because apparently," Linda laughed sarcastically, before mimicking Sheila’s voice in a high pitched tone, "they invaded her personal lawn’s airspace."
"Your lilacs were overgrown, Linda. Besides, isn't that what good neighbors are for? To take care of the other’s messes?" Sheila's sarcastic laughter created a ringing harmony with Linda’s chortle.
"Yes. Good neighbors, indeed!" The brunette shook her head disapprovingly before mockingly shrugging her shoulders, “Though, I suppose if I could find a good neighbor, I wouldn’t have to complain, would I? Maybe I could use some help finding a good neighbor. Or even better, maybe I ought to convince my neighbor to become a better person.”
"Is that a suggestion, dear Linda?”
“Yes, it is, Sheila. Why don't we settle this one on one, woman to woman?"
Sheila’s eyes lit up at the challenge, "A splendid idea, little Linda. One that only took you four years to process."
"Oh, good. Then, why don't we settle for a lunch date? My house, my living room."
"I look forward to it. I'm sure it'll be…..unforgettable."
Linda's living room, usually quiet and decorated with delicate trinkets, became their chosen arena for settling their long-standing feud. The house was empty, as Linda's husband and child were out for the evening, leaving her a perfect opportunity to indulge in this fight without any distractions.
The brunette stood in the center of the room, her hands firmly on her hips, eager to teach her blonde rival a lesson she would never forget.
Sheila, her eyes gleaming with sadistic determination, entered Linda's house holding her husband's camera like a prize. The camera was a prized possession, her secret weapon to capture every moment of their impending confrontation, ensuring that her victory would be remembered and revered.
The brunette stared at Sheila, her eyebrows raised. "You brought a camera? Planning on documenting your inevitable defeat?"
Sheila's lips curled into a mischievous smile, "Oh, Linda, haven't you realized yet? This is not just about our property line dispute anymore. This fight is going to settle everything between us, once and for all. The winner will get to keep, how should I say it, evidence of her superiority."
Linda scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh, I’m sure we don’t need a camera for that. I think it’s quite evident that the victorious woman is going to be me."
With that, both women unloosened their sundresses, revealing their lingerie.
Linda, brunette with white lingerie highlighting her petite figure and 34B chest, placed her hands on her hips as she strutted forward.
Sheila, blond locks trailing downward on her larger frame and fuller 38D chest, was clad in black lingerie as she stared down her rival.
The two women began circling each other in the living room, their eyes locked in a standoff, ready to unleash the physical manifestation of the verbal assaults they had been engaging in for years.
"Oh Sheila, so confident in your victory, aren't you?" Linda taunted, a cunning grin on her face. "But remember, dear, confidence can only get you so far."
Sheila snorted, her eyes glinting with defiance. "Don't worry, Linda. I'm well aware of what I'm capable of. I only hope your fighting skills aren’t the equivalent of your pitiful gardening skills."
Linda let out a mocking laugh. "Fighting skills? Sheila, you underestimate the power of strategy. I've been studying martial arts for years, and let's just say, your overgrown hedges won't stand a chance against me."
“Oh, really?” Sheila rolled her eyes dramatically. "Martial arts, dear Linda? I thought you were more of the 'sip tea and gossip' type."
Linda's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. "Oh, Sheila, you underestimate me once again. I'm capable of much more than you think. And I have a feeling that after this fight, our entire neighborhood will finally recognize me as the superior woman."
Sheila let out a boisterous laugh. "Superior? Linda, I've dealt with your snide comments and passive-aggressive tactics for far too long. Tonight, I'm going to expose you for the petty, conniving woman you truly are."
The tension in the room intensified as their bickering escalated, each word exchanged like a dagger aimed directly at their respective weaknesses. With every insult flung, their determination grew, fueling their desire to triumph over the other.
They continued to circle each other, trading barbs and blows with their words, their voices dripping with disdain and superiority. This was not just a fight over a property line anymore, but a clash of egos, a battle to showcase dominance and superiority over one another.
The room hummed with an air of mounting tension, the camera--perched upon a bookshelf, gifted with a laminated row-seat to the duel between Sheila and Linda--commenced its task. Positioned at an angle, the camera lens precisely covered the entire expanse of the room in its frame.
The lens of Sheila's late model Canon DSLR zeroed in on Linda, her brown hair tumbling over her shoulders, her pink lips set in a tight line. An air of anticipation surrounded the petite brunette as she wrapped her arm with the other as she stretched, her fingers twitching, awaiting for the right moment to strike her portly foe. The 50mm prime lens clearly captured the sparkle in Linda's eyes - a mixture of intimidation and determination as she sought to defend her territory.
Then leapt to Sheila, a tall but heavier opponent, deceptively muscled as her blonde tresses trembled at her powerful movements. The fearlessness etched on her face made her look sinewy and menacing. She hunched slightly, ready to pounce onto her unwary, plummy contender.
Five seconds passed.
Suddenly -
Fingers interlocked, the camera captures the surge of movement as the two women lunge at each other. The lumbering Sheila planted all her weight forward into a powerful shoulder tackle aimed at her slender opponent. In that moment, Sheila’s features hardened with a sheer savagery captured by the camera.
Pausing for another five seconds, the scene evolved again before the camera’s lenses.
Linda’s retaliatory move missed, instead finding herself trapped in Sheila’s brutish grip. In a flurry of action, the two staggered to remain upright, each attempting to gain dominance over each other. The camera snapped the blurring movement blur that was Sheila as she reeled backward by Linda launching forward, attempting to destabilize the blonde bombshell with a kick.
Five more seconds and the picture renewed with the newest bout.
Sheila successfully tossed Linda over her shoulder, causing her to land atop a nearby ottoman stool. Linda’s legs hung suspended mid-air, spread akimbo for the camera; a veil of grueling aggressiveness swept across Sheila’s face as her limbs wrestled to successfully throw her prey. The Canon captured all the grim details that chanted the narrative of this brutal catfight, each flash unraveling another layer of their vicious feud.
An unbroken lapse of five seconds, then the moment evolved again.
Linda hit the floor in an ungraceful heap, her shock evident in the smooth motion of her fall documented by the camera. The set of the roaring combatants dipped in favor of the powerhouse that was Sheila. But the wide eyed shouting of Linda gave the impression of a woman already thinking about her next move - that she wasn't down for the count. Not yet. Not that easily.
With the room around her spinning, Linda used the brief lull to recover. The brunette knew she could not match Sheila’s raw power blow for blow. Instead, she remembered her mornings in martial arts training, where her instructor used a larger opponent's weight against them.
Spotting Sheila's triumphant grin as Linda struggled to her feet, the brunette mustered a pained smile stepping onto unstable grounds. The blonde's arms reached out to trap Linda again, but this time, the lithe brunette was prepared.
Using Sheila's momentum against her, Linda nimbly sidestepped the taller woman’s bear hug, causing her to lurch forward and lose balance. Linda sent a sharp jab towards the throne of Sheila’s bad posture, her lower back, before firing a roundhouse kick from the opposite side towards her opponent’s leg.
Sheila faltered, her towering frame trembled forward as her legs wobbled. Surprise flashed in her blue eyes for a brief moment before she found her bearings. The taller woman twisted back around and much to her anger, she found the brunette gloating triumphantly at her successful move.
The petite housewife was ready to aim another jab at the blonde’s bosom when Sheila turned around and smacked into her a sense of reality.
“You really thought you could outdo me, little Linda?” Sheila quipped with contempt, “Time to show you that size does matter.”
The blonde counterattacked before Linda could strike again. The brunette did attempt to maneuver and strike but with an unintelligible word of frustration and determination, Sheila lunged forward.
Aided by Linda’s already unstable step forward, the blonde reached Linda's shoulders with her arms and yanked them down. This sudden move shoved Linda downward, causing her to stumble onto the rug below.
Sheila’s advantage was clear; she was heavy, taller and therefore stronger than her petite foe. Never had this advantage been made more clear than now as Linda was grounded on the floor, her attempts at resisting futile.
A gasp escaped Linda’s lips as Sheila on top of her, bringing down her fists. Flashes of fear and defiance crossed over the brunette’s face as she gasped for air beneath Sheila’s weight. The rugs below were no cushion against the floor; with every hit, she was tugged harshly down against the hard floor. The pain became unbearable.
The blonde rode high on her success. With a triumphant smirk, she reared her hand back, preparing for the one last blow that could possibly end this bitter feud. Her energy was slowly sapping but her determination hadn't wavered.
But even as Sheila prepared for the final blow, Linda laid there under Sheila's towering frame breathing heavily while her hands darted to her sides. Her brown eyes, nonetheless, glittered with determination. As if silently promising to herself, Linda’s fingers and wrists tweaked as she shouted, bucking her hips ferociously.
“Let go of me, you bitch!” Linda demanded.
Linda tried to wriggle free but as she struggled, she was unceremoniously flung again to thud across the coffee table.
Sheila enjoyed the look of trepidation in her rival's eyes and allowed herself a gloated laugh, while poor Linda clutched at her side wincingly.
“What’s the matter? I did let you go, didn’t I?” Sheila rhetorically taunted as she spoke.
Regaining her composure, Linda slowly rose, anger burning in her chest as she squared herself against the towering blonde. Despite the throbbing pain in her ribs and a pounding headache, a fierce determination took hold of Linda.
"You won't get away with this," Linda seethed as she readied herself.
Sheila merely laughed, a tone of superiority cutting through the tension-filled room. "Oh, I've already had quite the time, little Linda. Ready for round two?"
Linda charged at Sheila, a flurry of fists aimed at her adversary. The blonde's agility was surprising, deftly evading each punch. Though Linda was light and quick on her feet, Sheila’s capacity to sharply dodge the brunette’s strikes was astounding. The heavier woman was surprisingly agile as she blocked or maneuvered away from the petite woman’s strikes.
"Linda," Sheila's high-pitched taunts filled the air as she dodged another jab, "Your desperation is doing you no favors."
But the brunette wouldn’t be deterred by Sheila’s mockery. With gritted teeth and clenched fists, Linda waited for the perfect moment when Sheila was distracted with her boastful taunts. As the blonde raised her arms in a faux victory pose, mocking Linda's failed attempts, Linda saw her opportunity and seized it.
In one swift motion, Linda delivered a powerful kick to Sheila’s groin. For a split second, the world stood still as Sheila’s wide eyes stared back at Linda's satisfied smirk.
The smugness faded from Sheila’s face as she gasped, immediately keeling over as she clutched her womanhood. Vulnerable and unbalanced from the sudden attack, she struggled to remain upright.
"Who's desperate now?" Linda retorted, her pulse racing despite the constricting pain in her chest.
But instead of providing respite, this only made the ensuing struggle all the more urgent. Linda did not waste time and charged forth with another flurry of rapid jabs and kicks aimed at Sheila, who was still recovering from Linda’s unexpected below-the-belt blow. The brunette used Sheila’s moment of weakness to land several hits, pushing the blonde further into submission.
As Sheila attempted to dodge and regain her footing, she let out a low groan that seemed to send a triumphant thrill coursing through Linda's veins. However, the sight of Sheila doubled over clutching her stomach, refusing to stay down, urged Linda to escalate. Aiming low again, a second kick to her rival’s groin sent the demanding blonde reeling back before she crumbled onto the carpeted floor.
"You...you...bitch!" Sheila gasped out, writhing on the ground in pain. Her sunken eyes gazed up at Linda, stunned speechless.
Unmindful of the ache inside her, Linda loomed over Sheila. She glared coldly at her fallen rival, her chest heaving before she found herself smirking again.
Just as Linda was beginning to bask in the glory of having downed her older rival, something changed in Sheila. The blonde’s pained groans transmuted into growls of anger, fierce determination replaced the shock in her eyes as she stared upwards at the smaller brunette.
As Sheila grimaced and pushed herself up, Linda found herself ensnared by a creeping sense of foreboding. What she had thought was her victory seemed to have morphed into a dreadful mistake. She had not defeated Sheila; she had merely roused a sleeping giant.
"You..." Sheila was practically hissing with anger, her heavy-lidded eyes glaring fiercely at her slighter opponent, "You just made the worst mistake of your life, you bitch."
“Oh shi-”
No more words were exchanged, only intensified hostility danced in their eyes. Sheila’s restraint vanished as she charged at Linda with a vengeance this time. She lunged, grabbing Linda by her shoulders and flinging her lithe body into the air as she thundered forward like an unchained mare.
Linda was tossed around like a rag doll under the towering woman’s wrath. She had been unable to imagine Sheila being that much stronger than before. Now, as she found herself being relentlessly flung and battered, she understood her opponent’s true might.
For every punch Linda threw, Sheila retaliated with two harsher ones. Each hit echoed through Linda's petite frame like an agonizing reminder of her reckless decision to spar with the bullish woman living next to her.
The womanly war roared out of control as Sheila’s fury ran rampant under Linda’s rising despair. And every hit that landed on Linda felt like a taste of sweet revenge coursing through Sheila’s burning veins.
"What’s the matter, karate girl? I’m up here," Sheila quipped with merciless satisfaction. Her pale blue eyes glittered with a renewed light of dominance, grounding Linda’s fleeting hope beneath her wrathful onslaught.
Sheila’s unexpected retaliation knocked the wind out of Linda's words as she gasped for air under the weight of her formidable opponent. The blonde’s revenge-fuelled rage sent an aura of iron-clad defiance flowing through the room, echoing off the walls as a grim testament to the blonde housewife’s raw power.
Despair crawled over Linda as she felt the hits keep coming, each landing with a bruising force that left her breathless and winded. Every escape attempt she attempted was met with an even more brutal retaliation from Sheila. Every move she learnt in martial arts seemed to be rendered futile against this full-force powerhouse.
Her all-out attacks were rendered ineffective against Sheila's hulking frame and power. She was pummeled from every side, her body yearning for solace from the unyielding onslaught. But reprieve was nowhere within reach.
Finding a slight chance, Linda tried to scramble away, her well manicured hands clawing at the carpeted floor in desperation. But before she could make any significant distance, a strong grip encased her ankle, and she felt herself being dragged back roughly into her adversary's clutches.
"Going somewhere?" Sheila snarled, hauling Linda back by her legs before pinning her on the floor beneath her heavy body.
“N-no-w-wait,” Linda barely managed to choke out before screaming.
Sheila was relentless. She continued yanking Linda backwards, disallowing any escape from the hellish confrontation. Their struggle left visible scuffs on the hardwood floor as Linda’s nails clawed against it in a bid to break away.
With a menacing sneer, Sheila pinned Linda down effortlessly as she straddled her, first jumping in the air and letting her body fall on the smaller woman. The unhindered power of the blonde woman crushed Linda’s winding gasps into choked silence. And then came the stinging torture of repeated slaps – a personal assault aimed at tormenting Linda as Sheila sought to further demean her feeble adversary.
The brunette screamed.
Each smack of Sheila’s palm against Linda's face echoed the tumultuous fury that had pitched this epic feud, synchronizing with the brunette’s wails for mercy.
Struggling under the weight, Linda experienced despair looming over her in Sheila's shadow but suddenly it gave way to a sharp surge of defiance. She had not given up yet; she had been underestimated and cornered, but she was not defeated!
Consuming fury blistered through Linda’s veins as she aimed a seemingly foolish attempt at retaliation. Instead of darting for Sheila’s face or body, her hands seized Sheila's bra, working rapidly to rip at the lace fabric to prise open her advantage in this raw womanly brawl. Her nimble fingers threatened to expose Sheila's biggest vulnerabilities - a desperate Hail Mary to reclaim the upper hand.
A savage yank from Linda loosened the bra a notch. Before the shocked blonde could react, Linda brazenly tore at it again, her finger nails seizing the blonde’s larger bosom in the process.
Surprise and desperation lending her strength, Linda finally managed to undo and rip down the black lace bra that provided the blonde’s 38D breasts assistance. Sheila yelled as her bust plopped free of their fabric constraints, bouncing freely.
There was a sudden silence in the room barring an outright girlish shriek from Sheila. The gasp and subsequent holler signified the startling realization dawning upon the dominant blonde.
"You...you...how dare you?!" Sheila stammered, a flush of embarrassment as evident as her rising anger painted across her face.
With red cheeks and wide eyes brought on by shock and discomfort, she clutched at her chest in a futile attempt to maintain some semblance of modesty.
Now it was Linda’s turn to smirk at her stunned opponent as she held aloft the torn lace with the air of a triumphant warrior holding aloft a conquered flag. Though her body ached and her vision swam, Linda freed herself and then, she took vindictive satisfaction in the moment; a swift, strong blow to the overbearing ego of Sheila Saxon.
Reeling from the brazen display, Sheila tried shielding her ample chest with one arm while using her other hand to deflect stray jabs from Linda. Now back in control, Linda’s courage surged as she recaptured her aggressive stance to challenge the blonde titan.
In retaliation to Sheila's earlier dressing down, she sent a flurry of jabs towards Sheila's exposed midriff. These sharp punches landing on her soft belly sent the blonde woman reeling backwards while she continued to scramble to cover herself with her arms.
"Looks like you could use a new makeover, Sheila," Linda snarked, biting back a laugh as she landed another punch before hurling herself at her opponent, clinging to her blonde hair and raining in several slaps.
Temporarily crippled under the flurry of hits, Sheila was too busy grappling with the brunette’s attack and her own modesty to entirely shield herself. She stumbled, groaning under her breath as Linda celebrated with every successful move.
Seizing the moment, Linda retreated a step before lunging back with an acrobatic kick, her foot aimed upwards towards Sheila’s now vulnerable jaw. The move was sudden, lightning quick and impactful.
Sheila stumbled back further over the impact causing Linda to crow over her before rumbling on the floor.
One hand latched onto her opponent’s hair, Linda headed forth with several more slaps.
“And here I thought you were tougher than you looked! Maybe you’re just desperate for a lesson? The hard knock kind!”
But as Linda prepared to continue the onslaught, she was met with a surprising resistance.
Linda’s taunts soon felt silent as the blonde woman rushed forth again, punching the brunette square in the face before she could land another hit.
Rolling to the side, Linda clutched her face before screaming, her brown eyes widening like a doe as she saw Sheila wildly approaching her.
Tackling Linda and pressing her backwards against the wall, Sheila body slammed herself continuously against the brunette.
“You dare to mock me?” The blonde was more than a little furious, in her tone, “You dare to test me?”
“Ughh, oh no!” cried Linda.
Sheila’s larger bust jutting into Linda's petite one threatened to leave her breathless again, suffocating under the larger woman’s body.
The blonde’s hand moved quickly, firing shots into Linda's midsection while her other hand pinned the smaller woman to the wall by her neck. The echoes of Linda's gasps for air punctuated the silence of the room as gut-wrenching pain reverberated from her bruised midriff.
Amidst her pinned position, Linda’s attempts at retaliating became weaker, her futile punches and girlish slaps drowned under Sheila’s unrestrained assault. Ensuring her hold was firm, Sheila pushed herself forward, successfully cutting off any escape routes awaiting the struggling brunette.
"Who's desperate now, Linda?" Sheila seethed, her words whispered menacingly in her opponent's ear.
Panic loomed over Linda again as she felt Sheila’s husky voice in her ear. Her eyes widened with horror as fists began pounding against her ribs, each hit breaking her morale, her strength, and her hopes of winning over Sheila.
An edge of worrying fear crept back into Linda as she endured Sheila’s unrestrained revenge.
In a desperate gamble for control, Linda moved her hand up to latch onto a handful of Sheila's blonde locks, yanking hard. A painful yelp from her adversary was her only beacon of hope. Ranting wildly, Linda jammed her elbows into the soft curves of Sheila's bosom, aiming with sheer desperation to loosen her grip.
The brunette grappled with the pain hammering her ribs, desperate to pay Sheila back in kind. Her eyes shot vindictive little sparks as she retaliated for dear life.
In the intense brawl, the two women found themselves crashed back and forth between the wall and the ornate cabinet; their jostling bodies knocking over delicate china and culminating in the portraits dropping off from their places, crashing onto the floor - their painted eyes capturing the fierce struggle of these brawling women.
Linda pushed off Sheila's body, knocking the taller woman back and freeing herself from the wall. But her victory was short-lived when she felt a quick tug at her lacy bra strap. Sheila had decided to take unconventional revenge and break down her rival at her weakest - her self-esteem.
With a swift move, Sheila had managed to unclasp Linda’s bra, pushing it free from Linda's small chest. The sound of ripped lace filled the air as Linda's bra was cast aside.
“You call that a chest? I’ve seen little boys pack more than that,” Sheila's mockery added insult to injury.
Given her petite frame and 34B chest, Linda might not have been as voluptuous or bountifully curved as Sheila, but she took pride in her figure. To be demeaned in such a way in their bitter feud brought another wave of humiliation washing over Linda as she moved to cover herself from Sheila's leering eyes.
Panting furiously, a horrified Linda made a wild lunge to escape, hoping to trip Sheila backwards using her foot. However, the move was poorly executed and instead of Sheila stumbling, Linda found herself devoid of any control over the fast-changing events.
Sheila just tightened her hand in Linda's hair, drawing a pained yelp. Instead of letting Linda retaliate, Sheila used her greater control to make the brunette dance to her tunes, removing the brunette’s ever covering hand from her chest and pinning it to the side.
“I think I’m going to enjoy giving you a piece of my mind, Linda baby,” smirked Sheila, secretly thrilled at having uncovered her adversary’s weakest spot, her fingers darting back and forth between pinning Linda and pinching her nipples.
“Please, enough!” Linda pleaded to no avail.
The house echoed with the symphony of two rivals locked in an unending struggle as a dominant Sheila dictated her will on a desperate Linda, marking a crucial turning point in their escalating feud.
"Don’t play a game you can’t win, Linda,” stated Sheila. Her gaze was triumphant.
By the time Linda had recovered, her back was pinned against the wall yet again. Before she could muster a defense, Sheila lunged at her again, nailing her back against the wall by pressing into her with her dominating bust and full body.
The petite brunette cried out, her pained nipples bearing the brunt of the onslaught.
"Let's see how you like it, karate girl!" Sheila hissed, landing brutal punches and smacks against Linda’s exposed tummy and thighs. Instinctively, Linda tried to cover herself but up against the stronger woman, it was pointless.
Hot tears pricked at the corners of Linda's eyes as the blows just kept coming. She hissed and flinched as each punch connected. Trapped against the wall with no effective cover or shield, Linda could do nothing but endure Sheila's fury.
Sheila seemed to grow stronger and more confident with each passing second, as if the adrenaline from this bout of raw combat had ignited a spark within her. In a deft move, the blonde maneuvered herself to apply a painful hold, wrapping her arms around Linda's waist and yanking her off the wall.
Roughly jerking Linda forward, she tightened her grip before swinging her down onto the floor with a thud. Linda whimpered as her back smacked painfully against the plush carpet, Sheila's grip still clutching onto her.
For a brief moment, they grappled awkwardly on the ground. Fighting for dominance like wild animals, their hands grappling with one another’s as sweat dripped from their brows until Sheila's strength quickly gave her the upper hand.
Linda felt exhaustion wrap its cruel tendrils around her mind as she gasped for reprieve, but none was offered by the vindictive blonde. Mishandling the situation, Linda found herself on her back, her limbs sprawled wide as Sheila climbed atop her.
Positioning herself in a straddle, Sheila firmly pinned Linda's slender arms with her meaty thighs while sitting upright on her chest. The sheer weight of the blonde pressing down on Linda's breasts threatened to crush her completely, and her lungs desperately gasped for air within these suffocating constraints.
Despite her exhaustion, Linda attempted a weak push, but the blonde immediately adjusted her position. Within moments, the brunette was on her back, legs spread wide and arms unable to free themselves from the larger woman's full weight.
Sheila grinned menacingly as she expertly straddled Linda's chest, her thighs pinning down the woman's helpless arms. Seeing Linda's futile efforts to escape her iron grip, Sheila could feel victory within her grasp.
Chuckling, the powerful blonde paused for a moment, savoring the sight of her foe beneath her, worn and bruised but never entirely beaten. Still, it wouldn't take much more for Sheila to break what little spirit Linda had left.
“You should’ve known that I would crush you like a bug," Sheila crowed triumphantly.
Her words were a series of nails hammered into Linda's heart, bashing her resistance bit by bit.
The brunette attempted to buck her opponent off of her. But it was fruitless.
Sheila promptly straddled Linda further, her hips settling on Linda's chest and pinning her arms down with her thighs. Trapped beneath the towering woman, Linda gasped for air as she fruitlessly squirmed beneath the oppressive weight.
"Are you ready to admit defeat, darling?" Sheila purred, one hand idly grabbing onto Linda's hair to force eye contact.
Linda's expression showed a mixture of humiliation and defiance. "I'll never give in to you, you bitch!" she spat.
“So be it, then, dear Linda,” Sheila laughed, her free hand clenching into a fist before raining down multiple slaps on Linda's flushed face.
"Now it's time to say goodbye, Linda," Sheila hissed, as she fired slap after slap, "You should've known better than to challenge me."
With that, she began methodically delivering the punishing slaps against Linda’s cheeks before switching to her tits, each successive strike growing all the louder and harsher than the previous stroke. In between various slaps, Sheila would claw or twist Linda’s nipples, drawing painful yelps.
Stinging tears pooled in the corners of Linda's eyes as she whimpered under each blow. Her countenance shifting from leverage and victory now looked like a sorrowful grimace that Sheila had always desired.
The tears streamed from Linda’s eyes as she pleaded, “No... please, Sheila… stop!”
“Just admit it, you never stood a chance,” Sheila spat at her opponent, pausing between each slap as if to allow Linda’s last vestige of hope to futilely rise.
"I...I never stood a chance..." Linda whispered through pained gasps for breath.
Sheila’s victory-stricken grin returned, as she clawed at Linda’s tits, “What was that? Louder maybe? You know the camera has difficulty capturing your voice.”
“I never stood a chance!” Linda cried out tearfully. The hits kept coming until she felt like her whole being would shatter from the unrelenting force. Feeling her energy sapped and waning under Sheila's captivity and humiliation, the brunette continued, "Please... you win...You're superior."
"That's right! I am superior," Sheila's eyes gleamed with sadistic delight, "Now you know."
Satisfied with Linda's tearful repudiation of their long-standing rivalry, Sheila prepared to finish Linda off for good.
As the final slap rang out in the room, Linda lay on the floor, beaten and battered from their animosity-driven battle - a testament to Sheila's dominance. Drained from the emotional and physical warfare, Linda lay defeated; at last understanding the dormant prowess of her much superior neighbor.
With her rival finally conquered and humiliated, Sheila decided that it was time to put Linda's defeat on full display for posterity. Yanking the brunette up by her hair, she guided her over to the camera that had been perched affably upon its bookshelf, securing every twisted and distorted fragment of their feud within its unblinking gaze.
“Now, smile for the camera,” quipped Sheila with a satisfied smirk on her face.
The first picture snapped by the camera framed Linda's tear-streaked face, locked within the cruel grip of Sheila's hand, as she was lifted by her hair. A perfect showcase of both submission and agony, each strand of disheveled brunette locks in the barbaric grasp of a disdainful rival. The dull gleam in Linda's eyes mirrored a weary resignation, her head lolling under the weight of her defeat as her lips quivered in fear and humiliation.
Guided by an irresistible blend of vanity and rancor, Sheila maneuvered Linda down onto the ground in the second shot, grabbing her by her waist. The brunette’s body collapsed, with her eyes closed and mouth gasping with an empty expression as she accepted defeat.
Easing her weight onto her opponent's aching back, the third image of their humiliation session showcased Sheila as she proceeded to lock Linda in a painful camel clutch. The camera silently continued its task, capturing the fresh volley of grimaces which sketched across Linda's face as her spine bent unnaturally under Sheila's crushing force.
The pain etched into Linda's beautiful face as her body arched back as far as she could go. Every muscle in Linda's body screamed in agony and fear, tensely waiting for release from an uncertain mercy.
The final series of shots captured arguably the most humiliating moment in their bitter feud.
With a malicious smirk, Sheila forced Linda onto all fours, unexpectedly sitting atop the conquered woman's back and transforming her rival into her human throne. Her sound palm proceeded to rain down spank after spank to Linda’s backside, each strike causing a red imprint to emerge on her once smooth skin.
Linda's bottom now bore the price of her misplaced bravado. As Sheila finished with another haunting slap that had the beaten woman flinching, a vivid redness spread across Linda's buttocks, a branding of her pathetic submission. The sobbing woman beneath Sheila begged for forgiveness, her spirit shattered and pride forever broken.
The blonde amazon dominated and demeaned her opponent further as she molded Linda’s physicality according to her whims.
In the aftermath, the beaten and humbled Linda whimpered on the ground as Sheila stood triumphant over her with an air of superiority etched on her face - their wrestled ambitions immortalized within the camera's stills.
The fight had come to an end.
An hour later, the hushed tension inside the house was punctured by the unexpected sound of footsteps approaching the door.
Perry, the well-liked middle-aged mailman with a penchant for small talk, had arrived to deliver a package.
Aiming to make quick work of his delivery, Perry straightened his uniform and jauntily strode up to the doorstep, inadvertently arriving upon the scene of the Lawson's battered household. He rang the doorbell and adjusted his hat while plucking a brown parcel from his heavy-duty satchel.
Sheila, hasty to maintain the illusion of their bordering neighborliness, carefully scanned her hair in the reflection of a nearby vase before answering the door with a disarming grin.
"Heya, Sheila! It's unusual to see you here," Perry remarked with surprise, glancing briefly at the parcel in hand before returning to the perplexing sight of Mrs. Saxon. "What brings you to Linda's place?"
"Hello, Perry!" Sheila beamed. Her beady eyes darted inside for a moment. "Just a little get-together with Linda. You know how we love our catch-ups!"
Nodding along, Perry proceeded to hand over the parcel. Just as he was about to trade pleasantries and leave, a blurred movement in the background piqued his interest. He squinted his eyes and inquired innocently, "Well, what's that going on back there?"
Sheila covertly shifted her gaze towards the massacre of ruined furniture and toppled portraits within an immaculately kept living room–an incongruity made even more so by a fully naked Linda, cleaning the floor on all fours. Her face was flushed red and her eyes retained a teary but glassy emptiness as she quietly sobbed, as if she had gone through hell and back in the past few hours.
"Oh! That?" Sheila glossed over casually as she slightly blocked Perry's view. "We're having a little Spring Cleanup day, just helping each other get our houses all tidied up."
Perry blinked at this statement while scrutinizing Linda's ashen face. Recalling whispers of a mysterious rivalry between the two, he hesitated for a moment before shrugging it off.
"Well, alright then," Perry said congenially, attempting to hide any suspicion in his tone. "I'll leave you ladies to it then. Have a wonderful day!"
"You too, Perry!" Sheila replied brightly, waving goodbye as he headed back to his mail truck. The older woman shut the door behind her before turning back towards Linda who looked tearful and ashamed.
“And here I thought we’d have an audience,” cowed Sheila. “Thank goodness you're such a quiet bore. Now clean up this mess.”
As she stared at her neighbor scrubbing the floor, she mused about how she'd turn this tale into a badge of honor. The secret knowledge of her ultimate triumph over Linda fueled her every step forward and best of all, she had it all captured on camera.
And so it was - the culmination of a bitter rivalry that had shaken a once quiet neighborhood and devolved into a war waged within their very walls - all resolved in one quiet afternoon.
Sheila, the tall-blonde-slightly heavy housewife with her steely blue eyes and pursed lips, had a reputation for her irritable nature and high-maintenance personality. Her days were filled with managing her pristine home and carefully manicured garden. Sheila stood tall at each neighborhood gathering, often making snide remarks, reminding everyone including Linda of their age difference and therefore, their ranking as neighborhood housewives.
Against Sheila's towering, somewhat overbearing personality was Linda. Petite and brunette, she wore a smile like a freshly picked rose - radiant and slightly sharp. Linda's laugh was infectious, her demeanor inviting, but she had a spine of steel that no one questioned, least of all Sheila who was on the receiving end more often than not.
Their rivalry was set in stone the moment they met.
Every neighborhood get-together was a battlefield, where the art of subtlety was murdered by their passive-aggressive comments as they pondered over the boundary of their properties.
Week after week, the once-pleasant atmosphere of the neighborhood was overshadowed by subtle acts of passive aggression from both sides. Sheila would often trim her hedges just enough to encroach upon Linda's side of the property line, causing Linda to retaliate by subtly pruning away flowers that had found their way onto her lawn. In turn, Sheila would pay back the act in response.
One sunny afternoon, Linda was out tending to the brightly colored petunias near the edge of her lawn when she noticed Sheila approaching.
"Why can't she ever confine herself to her side?" the brunette mumbled to herself.
As if on cue, Sheila stepped onto the grass, pretending to ignore Linda as she sniffed the air and glanced around before removing her sunglasses.
"Oh Linda, I didn’t notice you already out here," Sheila started, flashing a charming smile that did little to hide the knife-edge in her voice. "I thought I'd come over and have a little chat."
"Of course, Sheila," Linda smirked, wiping her hands on her apron. She gestured to the petunias next to her. “What ever could you have to say?”
“I was just going to inform you that your flowers are over the line, once again.”
"Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed. The ones you snipped last week have finally started to look a little less pitiful. But what else can I expect from a woman who came in second place during the neighborhood’s home and gardening contest?"
The blonde tilted her head, her smile never wavering. "Well, first off, if they were on your side, which they clearly were not, I wouldn't have to take matters into my own hands. Second, you cut my peonies."
"Oh! You're one to talk. I remember somebody having my lilacs trimmed because apparently," Linda laughed sarcastically, before mimicking Sheila’s voice in a high pitched tone, "they invaded her personal lawn’s airspace."
"Your lilacs were overgrown, Linda. Besides, isn't that what good neighbors are for? To take care of the other’s messes?" Sheila's sarcastic laughter created a ringing harmony with Linda’s chortle.
"Yes. Good neighbors, indeed!" The brunette shook her head disapprovingly before mockingly shrugging her shoulders, “Though, I suppose if I could find a good neighbor, I wouldn’t have to complain, would I? Maybe I could use some help finding a good neighbor. Or even better, maybe I ought to convince my neighbor to become a better person.”
"Is that a suggestion, dear Linda?”
“Yes, it is, Sheila. Why don't we settle this one on one, woman to woman?"
Sheila’s eyes lit up at the challenge, "A splendid idea, little Linda. One that only took you four years to process."
"Oh, good. Then, why don't we settle for a lunch date? My house, my living room."
"I look forward to it. I'm sure it'll be…..unforgettable."
Linda's living room, usually quiet and decorated with delicate trinkets, became their chosen arena for settling their long-standing feud. The house was empty, as Linda's husband and child were out for the evening, leaving her a perfect opportunity to indulge in this fight without any distractions.
The brunette stood in the center of the room, her hands firmly on her hips, eager to teach her blonde rival a lesson she would never forget.
Sheila, her eyes gleaming with sadistic determination, entered Linda's house holding her husband's camera like a prize. The camera was a prized possession, her secret weapon to capture every moment of their impending confrontation, ensuring that her victory would be remembered and revered.
The brunette stared at Sheila, her eyebrows raised. "You brought a camera? Planning on documenting your inevitable defeat?"
Sheila's lips curled into a mischievous smile, "Oh, Linda, haven't you realized yet? This is not just about our property line dispute anymore. This fight is going to settle everything between us, once and for all. The winner will get to keep, how should I say it, evidence of her superiority."
Linda scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh, I’m sure we don’t need a camera for that. I think it’s quite evident that the victorious woman is going to be me."
With that, both women unloosened their sundresses, revealing their lingerie.
Linda, brunette with white lingerie highlighting her petite figure and 34B chest, placed her hands on her hips as she strutted forward.
Sheila, blond locks trailing downward on her larger frame and fuller 38D chest, was clad in black lingerie as she stared down her rival.
The two women began circling each other in the living room, their eyes locked in a standoff, ready to unleash the physical manifestation of the verbal assaults they had been engaging in for years.
"Oh Sheila, so confident in your victory, aren't you?" Linda taunted, a cunning grin on her face. "But remember, dear, confidence can only get you so far."
Sheila snorted, her eyes glinting with defiance. "Don't worry, Linda. I'm well aware of what I'm capable of. I only hope your fighting skills aren’t the equivalent of your pitiful gardening skills."
Linda let out a mocking laugh. "Fighting skills? Sheila, you underestimate the power of strategy. I've been studying martial arts for years, and let's just say, your overgrown hedges won't stand a chance against me."
“Oh, really?” Sheila rolled her eyes dramatically. "Martial arts, dear Linda? I thought you were more of the 'sip tea and gossip' type."
Linda's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. "Oh, Sheila, you underestimate me once again. I'm capable of much more than you think. And I have a feeling that after this fight, our entire neighborhood will finally recognize me as the superior woman."
Sheila let out a boisterous laugh. "Superior? Linda, I've dealt with your snide comments and passive-aggressive tactics for far too long. Tonight, I'm going to expose you for the petty, conniving woman you truly are."
The tension in the room intensified as their bickering escalated, each word exchanged like a dagger aimed directly at their respective weaknesses. With every insult flung, their determination grew, fueling their desire to triumph over the other.
They continued to circle each other, trading barbs and blows with their words, their voices dripping with disdain and superiority. This was not just a fight over a property line anymore, but a clash of egos, a battle to showcase dominance and superiority over one another.
The room hummed with an air of mounting tension, the camera--perched upon a bookshelf, gifted with a laminated row-seat to the duel between Sheila and Linda--commenced its task. Positioned at an angle, the camera lens precisely covered the entire expanse of the room in its frame.
The lens of Sheila's late model Canon DSLR zeroed in on Linda, her brown hair tumbling over her shoulders, her pink lips set in a tight line. An air of anticipation surrounded the petite brunette as she wrapped her arm with the other as she stretched, her fingers twitching, awaiting for the right moment to strike her portly foe. The 50mm prime lens clearly captured the sparkle in Linda's eyes - a mixture of intimidation and determination as she sought to defend her territory.
Then leapt to Sheila, a tall but heavier opponent, deceptively muscled as her blonde tresses trembled at her powerful movements. The fearlessness etched on her face made her look sinewy and menacing. She hunched slightly, ready to pounce onto her unwary, plummy contender.
Five seconds passed.
Suddenly -
Fingers interlocked, the camera captures the surge of movement as the two women lunge at each other. The lumbering Sheila planted all her weight forward into a powerful shoulder tackle aimed at her slender opponent. In that moment, Sheila’s features hardened with a sheer savagery captured by the camera.
Pausing for another five seconds, the scene evolved again before the camera’s lenses.
Linda’s retaliatory move missed, instead finding herself trapped in Sheila’s brutish grip. In a flurry of action, the two staggered to remain upright, each attempting to gain dominance over each other. The camera snapped the blurring movement blur that was Sheila as she reeled backward by Linda launching forward, attempting to destabilize the blonde bombshell with a kick.
Five more seconds and the picture renewed with the newest bout.
Sheila successfully tossed Linda over her shoulder, causing her to land atop a nearby ottoman stool. Linda’s legs hung suspended mid-air, spread akimbo for the camera; a veil of grueling aggressiveness swept across Sheila’s face as her limbs wrestled to successfully throw her prey. The Canon captured all the grim details that chanted the narrative of this brutal catfight, each flash unraveling another layer of their vicious feud.
An unbroken lapse of five seconds, then the moment evolved again.
Linda hit the floor in an ungraceful heap, her shock evident in the smooth motion of her fall documented by the camera. The set of the roaring combatants dipped in favor of the powerhouse that was Sheila. But the wide eyed shouting of Linda gave the impression of a woman already thinking about her next move - that she wasn't down for the count. Not yet. Not that easily.
With the room around her spinning, Linda used the brief lull to recover. The brunette knew she could not match Sheila’s raw power blow for blow. Instead, she remembered her mornings in martial arts training, where her instructor used a larger opponent's weight against them.
Spotting Sheila's triumphant grin as Linda struggled to her feet, the brunette mustered a pained smile stepping onto unstable grounds. The blonde's arms reached out to trap Linda again, but this time, the lithe brunette was prepared.
Using Sheila's momentum against her, Linda nimbly sidestepped the taller woman’s bear hug, causing her to lurch forward and lose balance. Linda sent a sharp jab towards the throne of Sheila’s bad posture, her lower back, before firing a roundhouse kick from the opposite side towards her opponent’s leg.
Sheila faltered, her towering frame trembled forward as her legs wobbled. Surprise flashed in her blue eyes for a brief moment before she found her bearings. The taller woman twisted back around and much to her anger, she found the brunette gloating triumphantly at her successful move.
The petite housewife was ready to aim another jab at the blonde’s bosom when Sheila turned around and smacked into her a sense of reality.
“You really thought you could outdo me, little Linda?” Sheila quipped with contempt, “Time to show you that size does matter.”
The blonde counterattacked before Linda could strike again. The brunette did attempt to maneuver and strike but with an unintelligible word of frustration and determination, Sheila lunged forward.
Aided by Linda’s already unstable step forward, the blonde reached Linda's shoulders with her arms and yanked them down. This sudden move shoved Linda downward, causing her to stumble onto the rug below.
Sheila’s advantage was clear; she was heavy, taller and therefore stronger than her petite foe. Never had this advantage been made more clear than now as Linda was grounded on the floor, her attempts at resisting futile.
A gasp escaped Linda’s lips as Sheila on top of her, bringing down her fists. Flashes of fear and defiance crossed over the brunette’s face as she gasped for air beneath Sheila’s weight. The rugs below were no cushion against the floor; with every hit, she was tugged harshly down against the hard floor. The pain became unbearable.
The blonde rode high on her success. With a triumphant smirk, she reared her hand back, preparing for the one last blow that could possibly end this bitter feud. Her energy was slowly sapping but her determination hadn't wavered.
But even as Sheila prepared for the final blow, Linda laid there under Sheila's towering frame breathing heavily while her hands darted to her sides. Her brown eyes, nonetheless, glittered with determination. As if silently promising to herself, Linda’s fingers and wrists tweaked as she shouted, bucking her hips ferociously.
“Let go of me, you bitch!” Linda demanded.
Linda tried to wriggle free but as she struggled, she was unceremoniously flung again to thud across the coffee table.
Sheila enjoyed the look of trepidation in her rival's eyes and allowed herself a gloated laugh, while poor Linda clutched at her side wincingly.
“What’s the matter? I did let you go, didn’t I?” Sheila rhetorically taunted as she spoke.
Regaining her composure, Linda slowly rose, anger burning in her chest as she squared herself against the towering blonde. Despite the throbbing pain in her ribs and a pounding headache, a fierce determination took hold of Linda.
"You won't get away with this," Linda seethed as she readied herself.
Sheila merely laughed, a tone of superiority cutting through the tension-filled room. "Oh, I've already had quite the time, little Linda. Ready for round two?"
Linda charged at Sheila, a flurry of fists aimed at her adversary. The blonde's agility was surprising, deftly evading each punch. Though Linda was light and quick on her feet, Sheila’s capacity to sharply dodge the brunette’s strikes was astounding. The heavier woman was surprisingly agile as she blocked or maneuvered away from the petite woman’s strikes.
"Linda," Sheila's high-pitched taunts filled the air as she dodged another jab, "Your desperation is doing you no favors."
But the brunette wouldn’t be deterred by Sheila’s mockery. With gritted teeth and clenched fists, Linda waited for the perfect moment when Sheila was distracted with her boastful taunts. As the blonde raised her arms in a faux victory pose, mocking Linda's failed attempts, Linda saw her opportunity and seized it.
In one swift motion, Linda delivered a powerful kick to Sheila’s groin. For a split second, the world stood still as Sheila’s wide eyes stared back at Linda's satisfied smirk.
The smugness faded from Sheila’s face as she gasped, immediately keeling over as she clutched her womanhood. Vulnerable and unbalanced from the sudden attack, she struggled to remain upright.
"Who's desperate now?" Linda retorted, her pulse racing despite the constricting pain in her chest.
But instead of providing respite, this only made the ensuing struggle all the more urgent. Linda did not waste time and charged forth with another flurry of rapid jabs and kicks aimed at Sheila, who was still recovering from Linda’s unexpected below-the-belt blow. The brunette used Sheila’s moment of weakness to land several hits, pushing the blonde further into submission.
As Sheila attempted to dodge and regain her footing, she let out a low groan that seemed to send a triumphant thrill coursing through Linda's veins. However, the sight of Sheila doubled over clutching her stomach, refusing to stay down, urged Linda to escalate. Aiming low again, a second kick to her rival’s groin sent the demanding blonde reeling back before she crumbled onto the carpeted floor.
"You...you...bitch!" Sheila gasped out, writhing on the ground in pain. Her sunken eyes gazed up at Linda, stunned speechless.
Unmindful of the ache inside her, Linda loomed over Sheila. She glared coldly at her fallen rival, her chest heaving before she found herself smirking again.
Just as Linda was beginning to bask in the glory of having downed her older rival, something changed in Sheila. The blonde’s pained groans transmuted into growls of anger, fierce determination replaced the shock in her eyes as she stared upwards at the smaller brunette.
As Sheila grimaced and pushed herself up, Linda found herself ensnared by a creeping sense of foreboding. What she had thought was her victory seemed to have morphed into a dreadful mistake. She had not defeated Sheila; she had merely roused a sleeping giant.
"You..." Sheila was practically hissing with anger, her heavy-lidded eyes glaring fiercely at her slighter opponent, "You just made the worst mistake of your life, you bitch."
“Oh shi-”
No more words were exchanged, only intensified hostility danced in their eyes. Sheila’s restraint vanished as she charged at Linda with a vengeance this time. She lunged, grabbing Linda by her shoulders and flinging her lithe body into the air as she thundered forward like an unchained mare.
Linda was tossed around like a rag doll under the towering woman’s wrath. She had been unable to imagine Sheila being that much stronger than before. Now, as she found herself being relentlessly flung and battered, she understood her opponent’s true might.
For every punch Linda threw, Sheila retaliated with two harsher ones. Each hit echoed through Linda's petite frame like an agonizing reminder of her reckless decision to spar with the bullish woman living next to her.
The womanly war roared out of control as Sheila’s fury ran rampant under Linda’s rising despair. And every hit that landed on Linda felt like a taste of sweet revenge coursing through Sheila’s burning veins.
"What’s the matter, karate girl? I’m up here," Sheila quipped with merciless satisfaction. Her pale blue eyes glittered with a renewed light of dominance, grounding Linda’s fleeting hope beneath her wrathful onslaught.
Sheila’s unexpected retaliation knocked the wind out of Linda's words as she gasped for air under the weight of her formidable opponent. The blonde’s revenge-fuelled rage sent an aura of iron-clad defiance flowing through the room, echoing off the walls as a grim testament to the blonde housewife’s raw power.
Despair crawled over Linda as she felt the hits keep coming, each landing with a bruising force that left her breathless and winded. Every escape attempt she attempted was met with an even more brutal retaliation from Sheila. Every move she learnt in martial arts seemed to be rendered futile against this full-force powerhouse.
Her all-out attacks were rendered ineffective against Sheila's hulking frame and power. She was pummeled from every side, her body yearning for solace from the unyielding onslaught. But reprieve was nowhere within reach.
Finding a slight chance, Linda tried to scramble away, her well manicured hands clawing at the carpeted floor in desperation. But before she could make any significant distance, a strong grip encased her ankle, and she felt herself being dragged back roughly into her adversary's clutches.
"Going somewhere?" Sheila snarled, hauling Linda back by her legs before pinning her on the floor beneath her heavy body.
“N-no-w-wait,” Linda barely managed to choke out before screaming.
Sheila was relentless. She continued yanking Linda backwards, disallowing any escape from the hellish confrontation. Their struggle left visible scuffs on the hardwood floor as Linda’s nails clawed against it in a bid to break away.
With a menacing sneer, Sheila pinned Linda down effortlessly as she straddled her, first jumping in the air and letting her body fall on the smaller woman. The unhindered power of the blonde woman crushed Linda’s winding gasps into choked silence. And then came the stinging torture of repeated slaps – a personal assault aimed at tormenting Linda as Sheila sought to further demean her feeble adversary.
The brunette screamed.
Each smack of Sheila’s palm against Linda's face echoed the tumultuous fury that had pitched this epic feud, synchronizing with the brunette’s wails for mercy.
Struggling under the weight, Linda experienced despair looming over her in Sheila's shadow but suddenly it gave way to a sharp surge of defiance. She had not given up yet; she had been underestimated and cornered, but she was not defeated!
Consuming fury blistered through Linda’s veins as she aimed a seemingly foolish attempt at retaliation. Instead of darting for Sheila’s face or body, her hands seized Sheila's bra, working rapidly to rip at the lace fabric to prise open her advantage in this raw womanly brawl. Her nimble fingers threatened to expose Sheila's biggest vulnerabilities - a desperate Hail Mary to reclaim the upper hand.
A savage yank from Linda loosened the bra a notch. Before the shocked blonde could react, Linda brazenly tore at it again, her finger nails seizing the blonde’s larger bosom in the process.
Surprise and desperation lending her strength, Linda finally managed to undo and rip down the black lace bra that provided the blonde’s 38D breasts assistance. Sheila yelled as her bust plopped free of their fabric constraints, bouncing freely.
There was a sudden silence in the room barring an outright girlish shriek from Sheila. The gasp and subsequent holler signified the startling realization dawning upon the dominant blonde.
"You...you...how dare you?!" Sheila stammered, a flush of embarrassment as evident as her rising anger painted across her face.
With red cheeks and wide eyes brought on by shock and discomfort, she clutched at her chest in a futile attempt to maintain some semblance of modesty.
Now it was Linda’s turn to smirk at her stunned opponent as she held aloft the torn lace with the air of a triumphant warrior holding aloft a conquered flag. Though her body ached and her vision swam, Linda freed herself and then, she took vindictive satisfaction in the moment; a swift, strong blow to the overbearing ego of Sheila Saxon.
Reeling from the brazen display, Sheila tried shielding her ample chest with one arm while using her other hand to deflect stray jabs from Linda. Now back in control, Linda’s courage surged as she recaptured her aggressive stance to challenge the blonde titan.
In retaliation to Sheila's earlier dressing down, she sent a flurry of jabs towards Sheila's exposed midriff. These sharp punches landing on her soft belly sent the blonde woman reeling backwards while she continued to scramble to cover herself with her arms.
"Looks like you could use a new makeover, Sheila," Linda snarked, biting back a laugh as she landed another punch before hurling herself at her opponent, clinging to her blonde hair and raining in several slaps.
Temporarily crippled under the flurry of hits, Sheila was too busy grappling with the brunette’s attack and her own modesty to entirely shield herself. She stumbled, groaning under her breath as Linda celebrated with every successful move.
Seizing the moment, Linda retreated a step before lunging back with an acrobatic kick, her foot aimed upwards towards Sheila’s now vulnerable jaw. The move was sudden, lightning quick and impactful.
Sheila stumbled back further over the impact causing Linda to crow over her before rumbling on the floor.
One hand latched onto her opponent’s hair, Linda headed forth with several more slaps.
“And here I thought you were tougher than you looked! Maybe you’re just desperate for a lesson? The hard knock kind!”
But as Linda prepared to continue the onslaught, she was met with a surprising resistance.
Linda’s taunts soon felt silent as the blonde woman rushed forth again, punching the brunette square in the face before she could land another hit.
Rolling to the side, Linda clutched her face before screaming, her brown eyes widening like a doe as she saw Sheila wildly approaching her.
Tackling Linda and pressing her backwards against the wall, Sheila body slammed herself continuously against the brunette.
“You dare to mock me?” The blonde was more than a little furious, in her tone, “You dare to test me?”
“Ughh, oh no!” cried Linda.
Sheila’s larger bust jutting into Linda's petite one threatened to leave her breathless again, suffocating under the larger woman’s body.
The blonde’s hand moved quickly, firing shots into Linda's midsection while her other hand pinned the smaller woman to the wall by her neck. The echoes of Linda's gasps for air punctuated the silence of the room as gut-wrenching pain reverberated from her bruised midriff.
Amidst her pinned position, Linda’s attempts at retaliating became weaker, her futile punches and girlish slaps drowned under Sheila’s unrestrained assault. Ensuring her hold was firm, Sheila pushed herself forward, successfully cutting off any escape routes awaiting the struggling brunette.
"Who's desperate now, Linda?" Sheila seethed, her words whispered menacingly in her opponent's ear.
Panic loomed over Linda again as she felt Sheila’s husky voice in her ear. Her eyes widened with horror as fists began pounding against her ribs, each hit breaking her morale, her strength, and her hopes of winning over Sheila.
An edge of worrying fear crept back into Linda as she endured Sheila’s unrestrained revenge.
In a desperate gamble for control, Linda moved her hand up to latch onto a handful of Sheila's blonde locks, yanking hard. A painful yelp from her adversary was her only beacon of hope. Ranting wildly, Linda jammed her elbows into the soft curves of Sheila's bosom, aiming with sheer desperation to loosen her grip.
The brunette grappled with the pain hammering her ribs, desperate to pay Sheila back in kind. Her eyes shot vindictive little sparks as she retaliated for dear life.
In the intense brawl, the two women found themselves crashed back and forth between the wall and the ornate cabinet; their jostling bodies knocking over delicate china and culminating in the portraits dropping off from their places, crashing onto the floor - their painted eyes capturing the fierce struggle of these brawling women.
Linda pushed off Sheila's body, knocking the taller woman back and freeing herself from the wall. But her victory was short-lived when she felt a quick tug at her lacy bra strap. Sheila had decided to take unconventional revenge and break down her rival at her weakest - her self-esteem.
With a swift move, Sheila had managed to unclasp Linda’s bra, pushing it free from Linda's small chest. The sound of ripped lace filled the air as Linda's bra was cast aside.
“You call that a chest? I’ve seen little boys pack more than that,” Sheila's mockery added insult to injury.
Given her petite frame and 34B chest, Linda might not have been as voluptuous or bountifully curved as Sheila, but she took pride in her figure. To be demeaned in such a way in their bitter feud brought another wave of humiliation washing over Linda as she moved to cover herself from Sheila's leering eyes.
Panting furiously, a horrified Linda made a wild lunge to escape, hoping to trip Sheila backwards using her foot. However, the move was poorly executed and instead of Sheila stumbling, Linda found herself devoid of any control over the fast-changing events.
Sheila just tightened her hand in Linda's hair, drawing a pained yelp. Instead of letting Linda retaliate, Sheila used her greater control to make the brunette dance to her tunes, removing the brunette’s ever covering hand from her chest and pinning it to the side.
“I think I’m going to enjoy giving you a piece of my mind, Linda baby,” smirked Sheila, secretly thrilled at having uncovered her adversary’s weakest spot, her fingers darting back and forth between pinning Linda and pinching her nipples.
“Please, enough!” Linda pleaded to no avail.
The house echoed with the symphony of two rivals locked in an unending struggle as a dominant Sheila dictated her will on a desperate Linda, marking a crucial turning point in their escalating feud.
"Don’t play a game you can’t win, Linda,” stated Sheila. Her gaze was triumphant.
By the time Linda had recovered, her back was pinned against the wall yet again. Before she could muster a defense, Sheila lunged at her again, nailing her back against the wall by pressing into her with her dominating bust and full body.
The petite brunette cried out, her pained nipples bearing the brunt of the onslaught.
"Let's see how you like it, karate girl!" Sheila hissed, landing brutal punches and smacks against Linda’s exposed tummy and thighs. Instinctively, Linda tried to cover herself but up against the stronger woman, it was pointless.
Hot tears pricked at the corners of Linda's eyes as the blows just kept coming. She hissed and flinched as each punch connected. Trapped against the wall with no effective cover or shield, Linda could do nothing but endure Sheila's fury.
Sheila seemed to grow stronger and more confident with each passing second, as if the adrenaline from this bout of raw combat had ignited a spark within her. In a deft move, the blonde maneuvered herself to apply a painful hold, wrapping her arms around Linda's waist and yanking her off the wall.
Roughly jerking Linda forward, she tightened her grip before swinging her down onto the floor with a thud. Linda whimpered as her back smacked painfully against the plush carpet, Sheila's grip still clutching onto her.
For a brief moment, they grappled awkwardly on the ground. Fighting for dominance like wild animals, their hands grappling with one another’s as sweat dripped from their brows until Sheila's strength quickly gave her the upper hand.
Linda felt exhaustion wrap its cruel tendrils around her mind as she gasped for reprieve, but none was offered by the vindictive blonde. Mishandling the situation, Linda found herself on her back, her limbs sprawled wide as Sheila climbed atop her.
Positioning herself in a straddle, Sheila firmly pinned Linda's slender arms with her meaty thighs while sitting upright on her chest. The sheer weight of the blonde pressing down on Linda's breasts threatened to crush her completely, and her lungs desperately gasped for air within these suffocating constraints.
Despite her exhaustion, Linda attempted a weak push, but the blonde immediately adjusted her position. Within moments, the brunette was on her back, legs spread wide and arms unable to free themselves from the larger woman's full weight.
Sheila grinned menacingly as she expertly straddled Linda's chest, her thighs pinning down the woman's helpless arms. Seeing Linda's futile efforts to escape her iron grip, Sheila could feel victory within her grasp.
Chuckling, the powerful blonde paused for a moment, savoring the sight of her foe beneath her, worn and bruised but never entirely beaten. Still, it wouldn't take much more for Sheila to break what little spirit Linda had left.
“You should’ve known that I would crush you like a bug," Sheila crowed triumphantly.
Her words were a series of nails hammered into Linda's heart, bashing her resistance bit by bit.
The brunette attempted to buck her opponent off of her. But it was fruitless.
Sheila promptly straddled Linda further, her hips settling on Linda's chest and pinning her arms down with her thighs. Trapped beneath the towering woman, Linda gasped for air as she fruitlessly squirmed beneath the oppressive weight.
"Are you ready to admit defeat, darling?" Sheila purred, one hand idly grabbing onto Linda's hair to force eye contact.
Linda's expression showed a mixture of humiliation and defiance. "I'll never give in to you, you bitch!" she spat.
“So be it, then, dear Linda,” Sheila laughed, her free hand clenching into a fist before raining down multiple slaps on Linda's flushed face.
"Now it's time to say goodbye, Linda," Sheila hissed, as she fired slap after slap, "You should've known better than to challenge me."
With that, she began methodically delivering the punishing slaps against Linda’s cheeks before switching to her tits, each successive strike growing all the louder and harsher than the previous stroke. In between various slaps, Sheila would claw or twist Linda’s nipples, drawing painful yelps.
Stinging tears pooled in the corners of Linda's eyes as she whimpered under each blow. Her countenance shifting from leverage and victory now looked like a sorrowful grimace that Sheila had always desired.
The tears streamed from Linda’s eyes as she pleaded, “No... please, Sheila… stop!”
“Just admit it, you never stood a chance,” Sheila spat at her opponent, pausing between each slap as if to allow Linda’s last vestige of hope to futilely rise.
"I...I never stood a chance..." Linda whispered through pained gasps for breath.
Sheila’s victory-stricken grin returned, as she clawed at Linda’s tits, “What was that? Louder maybe? You know the camera has difficulty capturing your voice.”
“I never stood a chance!” Linda cried out tearfully. The hits kept coming until she felt like her whole being would shatter from the unrelenting force. Feeling her energy sapped and waning under Sheila's captivity and humiliation, the brunette continued, "Please... you win...You're superior."
"That's right! I am superior," Sheila's eyes gleamed with sadistic delight, "Now you know."
Satisfied with Linda's tearful repudiation of their long-standing rivalry, Sheila prepared to finish Linda off for good.
As the final slap rang out in the room, Linda lay on the floor, beaten and battered from their animosity-driven battle - a testament to Sheila's dominance. Drained from the emotional and physical warfare, Linda lay defeated; at last understanding the dormant prowess of her much superior neighbor.
With her rival finally conquered and humiliated, Sheila decided that it was time to put Linda's defeat on full display for posterity. Yanking the brunette up by her hair, she guided her over to the camera that had been perched affably upon its bookshelf, securing every twisted and distorted fragment of their feud within its unblinking gaze.
“Now, smile for the camera,” quipped Sheila with a satisfied smirk on her face.
The first picture snapped by the camera framed Linda's tear-streaked face, locked within the cruel grip of Sheila's hand, as she was lifted by her hair. A perfect showcase of both submission and agony, each strand of disheveled brunette locks in the barbaric grasp of a disdainful rival. The dull gleam in Linda's eyes mirrored a weary resignation, her head lolling under the weight of her defeat as her lips quivered in fear and humiliation.
Guided by an irresistible blend of vanity and rancor, Sheila maneuvered Linda down onto the ground in the second shot, grabbing her by her waist. The brunette’s body collapsed, with her eyes closed and mouth gasping with an empty expression as she accepted defeat.
Easing her weight onto her opponent's aching back, the third image of their humiliation session showcased Sheila as she proceeded to lock Linda in a painful camel clutch. The camera silently continued its task, capturing the fresh volley of grimaces which sketched across Linda's face as her spine bent unnaturally under Sheila's crushing force.
The pain etched into Linda's beautiful face as her body arched back as far as she could go. Every muscle in Linda's body screamed in agony and fear, tensely waiting for release from an uncertain mercy.
The final series of shots captured arguably the most humiliating moment in their bitter feud.
With a malicious smirk, Sheila forced Linda onto all fours, unexpectedly sitting atop the conquered woman's back and transforming her rival into her human throne. Her sound palm proceeded to rain down spank after spank to Linda’s backside, each strike causing a red imprint to emerge on her once smooth skin.
Linda's bottom now bore the price of her misplaced bravado. As Sheila finished with another haunting slap that had the beaten woman flinching, a vivid redness spread across Linda's buttocks, a branding of her pathetic submission. The sobbing woman beneath Sheila begged for forgiveness, her spirit shattered and pride forever broken.
The blonde amazon dominated and demeaned her opponent further as she molded Linda’s physicality according to her whims.
In the aftermath, the beaten and humbled Linda whimpered on the ground as Sheila stood triumphant over her with an air of superiority etched on her face - their wrestled ambitions immortalized within the camera's stills.
The fight had come to an end.
An hour later, the hushed tension inside the house was punctured by the unexpected sound of footsteps approaching the door.
Perry, the well-liked middle-aged mailman with a penchant for small talk, had arrived to deliver a package.
Aiming to make quick work of his delivery, Perry straightened his uniform and jauntily strode up to the doorstep, inadvertently arriving upon the scene of the Lawson's battered household. He rang the doorbell and adjusted his hat while plucking a brown parcel from his heavy-duty satchel.
Sheila, hasty to maintain the illusion of their bordering neighborliness, carefully scanned her hair in the reflection of a nearby vase before answering the door with a disarming grin.
"Heya, Sheila! It's unusual to see you here," Perry remarked with surprise, glancing briefly at the parcel in hand before returning to the perplexing sight of Mrs. Saxon. "What brings you to Linda's place?"
"Hello, Perry!" Sheila beamed. Her beady eyes darted inside for a moment. "Just a little get-together with Linda. You know how we love our catch-ups!"
Nodding along, Perry proceeded to hand over the parcel. Just as he was about to trade pleasantries and leave, a blurred movement in the background piqued his interest. He squinted his eyes and inquired innocently, "Well, what's that going on back there?"
Sheila covertly shifted her gaze towards the massacre of ruined furniture and toppled portraits within an immaculately kept living room–an incongruity made even more so by a fully naked Linda, cleaning the floor on all fours. Her face was flushed red and her eyes retained a teary but glassy emptiness as she quietly sobbed, as if she had gone through hell and back in the past few hours.
"Oh! That?" Sheila glossed over casually as she slightly blocked Perry's view. "We're having a little Spring Cleanup day, just helping each other get our houses all tidied up."
Perry blinked at this statement while scrutinizing Linda's ashen face. Recalling whispers of a mysterious rivalry between the two, he hesitated for a moment before shrugging it off.
"Well, alright then," Perry said congenially, attempting to hide any suspicion in his tone. "I'll leave you ladies to it then. Have a wonderful day!"
"You too, Perry!" Sheila replied brightly, waving goodbye as he headed back to his mail truck. The older woman shut the door behind her before turning back towards Linda who looked tearful and ashamed.
“And here I thought we’d have an audience,” cowed Sheila. “Thank goodness you're such a quiet bore. Now clean up this mess.”
As she stared at her neighbor scrubbing the floor, she mused about how she'd turn this tale into a badge of honor. The secret knowledge of her ultimate triumph over Linda fueled her every step forward and best of all, she had it all captured on camera.
And so it was - the culmination of a bitter rivalry that had shaken a once quiet neighborhood and devolved into a war waged within their very walls - all resolved in one quiet afternoon.
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