The two wildcats have sent me a new set of moves. It just keeps getting wilder and more intense. I think you will agree. Enjoy.
Gladys: “Ouch! Ow!” I yank my fingers out of your mouth. Check them out. No blood, just some indents from your teeth. Rub my fingers with my other hand to ease the pain.
Brook: My upper body falls to the floor while you are checking your fingers, you cry baby. I move my right leg up to roll us over and get off my stomach.
Gladys: “Oh no you don’t! I’ve got you right where I want you.” I sense your move. Reach down and grab your long, dark hair and jerk your head back viciously.
Brook: “YEOW!” My head snaps back with horrible pain. My back starts to hurt again as you pull my head and shoulders up and back.
Gladys: Once again I cup your chin with my other hand so I can pull even harder. I lean back and pull.
Brook: Oh my gawd, I have never bent back so far. My back is almost at right angles.
Gladys: I keep pulling and get you so your back is bent at right angels. “Admit it! You’re done for. Give up and maybe I won’t hurt you any further” I snicker gleefully.
Brook: “Fucking cxnt…. . no way ….” I whimper feebly being bent like I am.
Gladys: I let go your hair and lock my fingers under your chin. “I’ll break your neck if you don’t give up!”
Brook: It seems helpless but I know I can outthink you. I already have my hands in front to push back to ease the pressure on my neck and back. I push harder as you are leaning back further and further.
Gladys: In my desire to get the submission I have leaned too far back. As you shove I fall backward and to the side. I lose my grip on your chin as I scramble to recover from the fall.
Brook: You fall to the right. At first my head and shoulders are twisted that way. Then you lose your lock on my chin. I roll to the left way from you.
Gladys: I lock my legs around your waist as you are still between them as I toppled over. Squeeze as hard as I can as quickly as I can.
Brook: You clamp a scissors on me but it is not positioned well. “Your chubby, short legs aren’t that strong” I chide you as I spread your legs and roll away.
Gladys: I roll the other way and scramble to my feet. Turn to face you.
Brook: I jump to me feet at the same time and turn to face you.
Gladys: I glare at you, hands on hips looking as fierce as I can. Happy to get a chance to catch my breath. We have been going non stop since you yanked me down by my hair.
Brook: I glare right back at you with my hands on my hips. I even growl and look meaner than you if that is possible. I am panting also and my back and neck are still aching. No hurry to start this up again although I won’t let you know that.
Gladys: I circle slowly, hands in front of my in a claw like position. Looking for an opening to charge in and scratch you or grab your hair.
Brook: I warily circle also. I close my fingers to make two fists. Looking where I can land a good punch.
Gladys: I move in slowly step by step trying to get close enough to lunge.
Brook: As you move in I back up keeping enough distance between us to remain outside your claws.
Gladys: “The bitch is afraid of me” I think as I see you backing up, refusing to engage. I read this as a sign of cowardice and move in quickly.
Brook: Just what I was waiting for. As you move in I suddenly step forward and pound my right fist into your left boob getting my weight behind it.
Gladys: “Eeeeeyyooowww!” I scream. I have stepped right into your punch, my arms not in a position to ward off your blow. My momentum is still carrying me forward and I can feel my breast spread out around your fist.
Brook: While we are still moving forward I follow up with a jab to your left boob and then an uppercut to your right boob again. Even covered by your top I can tell my punches have been effective as you wince and yelp, your eyes filling with tears.
Gladys: Finally I can stop moving forward helped by your blows which are strong enough to start sending be backward. I back peddle to get out of your reach. My tits have never been hit so hard. I’ll bet they are already black and blue. They are so sore I can’t help but massage them to ease the pain even though I don’t want you to know how hard you hurt me.
Brook: “Hey guys, isn’t this the stupid blonde that said it didn’t make sense to get after tits in a fight. Guess I taught miss smarty pants a lesson in fighting. Her big titties will be mashed like mince meat by the time I am done.” I watch closely as you rub your battered tits.
Gladys: I wipe the tears from my eyes so I can see clearly again. I am furious now and want to tear you apart. I move forward this time with my hands at ready in a boxing guard position.
Brook: Gawd, you are dumb, blondie. I wait in a ready position. I am taller than you but more importantly have longer arms and legs. My reach is much greater than yours. Before you can hit me I throw a punch a left jab at you.
Gladys: I easily block your jab aimed at my breast. Stupid bitch!
Brook: That punch was just a feint. As you raise your guard to block it I step in and with all my force drive my right fist deep into your belly.
Gladys: SPLAT! My belly resounds as your fist finds it mark. Shit, I was unprepared for that and I bend over as the wind is knocked out of me.
Brook: The smart thing to do would be knee you in the chest or face as you bend forward. But I know I am in control now and want to have some fun at your expense. I want you to know that your flabby titties are vulnerable to attack. Besides I want to humiliate you after you stripped me nude and almost broke my back. No mercy now, your ass is mine!
Gladys: I lean forward and try to grab you to tackle you to the ground even though I am having trouble breathing.
Brook: As you reach forward, bent at the waist, I lean down you to trap you in place. II reach over your back and hook my fingers under the bottom hem of your top. Pull it up and forward turning it inside out as I do this.
Gladys: All of a sudden I feel my blouse being turned inside out as you pull the bottom up towards my head.
Brook: I work the blouse slowly up. It takes some effort to work it over your protruding titties. I hope it hurts those bruise boobs. Also it isn’t easy with my tits pressing down on you back.
Gladys: You are pulling my top off over my head. My efforts to stop you are slowed up by the pain from my battered breasts. I place my hands on you and push to back away. This only causes my top to move up even more.
Brook: The top is now past your tits and they hang down like the cow udders they are. Hot dang, you aren’t wearing a bra after all. The inside out top covers your head and face and is half way down your outstretched arms. I stop there. I grasp the top and twist it to keep you from backing out or removing it forward.
Gladys: Damn it, I am stuck with the top around my head and my arms trapped also. I can’t see a fucking thing and my arms are restricted.
Brook: You are trapped bent over with your titties hanging down. I lean on your back harder and with my free hand reach around and grab the nipple of nearest tit. I squeeze and pull it like I am milking it.
Gladys: “Bitch! I’ll get you for this. Ouch! Eek! Argfh!” I cry out in pain as you pull, pinch and squeeze my nipple.
Brook: I have you firmly locked in place. Leaning even hard on your back I can now reach around with the other hand. I grab both tits with my hands, wrapping my fingers around them from each side. It is easy as they sag and hang down. I tighten my fingers and began pulling down alternately to simulate milking. Who knows, maybe I’ll even get some milk out of this cow.
Gladys: My breasts were already sore from the punching. Now they are being squeezed, twisted, and pulled and I can do nothing about it. I bite my lip to keep from crying out but the tears flow down my cheeks and drip to the floor.
Brook: “Hey guys, are you enjoying this? Watch me get a submission from my tit attack. Gladys knows little about real catfighting don’t you think?” I move her so her big, fat, droopy, bare ass is facing the guys. “No, no, move her back so we can see her tits” they say loudly. So I do.
Gladys: Tits hanging out and being abused. I am so embarrassed. I force my self to relax in spite of the pain and the humiliation. My rage got me into this. If I get out of it I need to remain calm and think. I have to figure a way of escaping and taking the fight to you.
Brook: I am really having fun now. I squeeze, pinch, twist and pull. Sometimes the full tit and sometimes just the nipples. Your big, blubbery tits are like mush in my hands. I Keep you guessing as to which I will do next. Not hard enough to get a submission. No, I don’t want that right away. I want to continue to abuse you, torture you and humiliate you as long as I can. I will force you to submit when I am good and ready and not before.
Gladys: I am trying to move around but you have your weight on my back and your arms wrapped around me. You tease me about my weight but you are definitely heavier than me.
Brook: I start to do serious work on your tits. Alternating between squeezing and massaging your boobs and then tugging on your nipples try to milk them. “Come on, cow, give us some milk” I taunt you. “Say mooooooo, come on do it.”
Gladys: “NEVER!” I can’t reach back because your body has trapped my blouse and hence my arms. All I can do is spread my arms just enough to reach out around you and dig my nails into your nude ass.
Brook: “OUCH! Let go or I’ll rip your tits off! Come on, say moo! I won’t stop until your do.” I really start massaging and pulling your tits. Soon some little drops of milk ooze out of your nipples. It’s only a few drops but enough to humiliate you even more. “Any of you guys wanna I lick?” I yell to make sure everyone has seen what I have done. The place goes wild with hoots and yells. Even some women call out their dibs. “I’m afraid this cow does have a lot of milk in those udders. Maybe because there is too much silicon in there?”
Brook: You are right but I won’t admit that to those watching.
Gladys: ““You really are a cruel bitch. Thought it was OK you were elected Prom Queen but you have no class at all no matter what phony ways you put on.” I hear lots of cries, “Yeah, Gladys, you’re the real queen” and I few “Brook was and always will be the Queen.” Seems more people support me there even though I am being embarrassed and humiliated.
Brook: “How can anyone think this sorry excuse for a woman could be Queen over me?” I yell back. I am really, really furious now. And go to town on your sorry boobs even harder. “I will rip this idiot’s tits off for sure after I milk them dry” I give a sinister grin and look at the crowd.