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Catfighting / Maria's second fight: Home rematch Part 2

« Last post by Magicman on Yesterday at 07:40:04 PM »

Home rematch
Part 2
I'd forgotten about the other girl. The brunette wasn't going to have her friend beaten jumped off the sofa next to me and grabbed a handful of my wife's sweat stained blonde hair.
She yanked hard dragging Maria backwards across the carpet, forcing her to release her legs. Maria gagged which quickly turned into more coughing then full retching from her bruised throat and had both girls at her like the car park all over again.
The blonde had rolled away as her friend had pulled my wife up by her roots and now she was angry, screaming and embarrassed that Maria had got the better of her in front of her friend
"Fucking kill the slut.." choke her out babe "
Maria was laid on her back in the middle of the room the brunette still holding her flat by her hair and pinning her arms
The blonde now knee dropped across my wife with one knee straight into her throat trying to choke her again. The blonde was pushing her full weight down on my wife's larynx and Maria was immediately gagging and trying to claw at the blonde's leg with one hand she had managed to get free. My wife was in desperate trouble and I would have to stop it before she either fainted or stopped breathing completely. She couldn't last long with the blonde's full weight on her.
"let go your killing her she can't breathe.."
The blonde took no notice and if anything pushed down harder,
Maria was too weak to even claw at the blonde now, her hand fell back on the carpet,
"stop, your fucking killing her..." I grabbed the manageress and pulled her away at last freeing my wife's throat. Maria rolled onto her side wheezing in gasps of air, only just able to croak. The brunette had restrained her friend to stop her getting at my wife again and I managed to somehow get Maria out into the kitchen to recover. The blonde was massaging her neck so had obviously been hurt too, and I felt we had definitely won the wrestling. I made it one round each and just one more to go but I was worried my wife was too badly hurt to carry on and we'd have to end the evening as a draw.

Maria was now completely naked. Her top had been taken off before the power slapping which we had to accept she had lost badly. Her breasts had already taken quite a mauling in the living room and it showed with claw marks and bruises and one nipple still slightly flattened on one side. Now she just had the remains of her bikini bottoms wrapped around one ankle and kicked them away. Her body was damp and shiny with perspiration and her blonde hair tangled down her back. She was leant over the kitchen work surface coughing and spitting mucus into the steel sink. I put one arm around her, she winced then managed to smile weakly
"do you think i can beat her babes, more coughing..she's so fucking tough..."not gonna let her throw me out tho..."
I wanted to say of course you will babes but was really not sure. My wife had taken such a lot of punishment already, the blonde was tough and sexy and had already got the better of her at least once, and now we had agreed no rules. Maria at last stopped coughing so we needed to get back to the living room and i wanted to see them fight again, I secretly decided if my wife lost I would let them throw her out, like they said... to see how far they'd really go...
The manageress was already standing in the kitchen doorway as we turned round.
"no fucking rules this time slut...and you get thrown out..."
"make me bitch..."
Maria was angry and I could feel her tense up, no weapons please just the two of you, I added rather lamely, but the girls were already in each other's faces, so i just stood back to watch, the brunette had followed her friend out into the hallway still holding a glass of wine
Both girls were topless and the blonde shoved her chest at Maria her smaller rounder breasts pushing my wife's heavier unsupported DD cup tits to the side, and Maria was forced to back up against the kitchen worktop. Maria gasped as her breasts were flattened but then used her extra weight to shove the blonde away from her chest and then came forward intending to force her opponent out into the hall.
The blonde didn't wait. She shouted 'free fight bitch ' and swung a full fist into my wife's face. It connected fully knocking Maria back and sideways into the kitchen wall. I remembered how hard the blonde could punch from the pub car park. Maria seemed already dazed there was more fresh blood running from her nose and splattered onto her cheek.
The blonde hit her again, another full face punch. This time my wife's kees buckled and she crashed sideways into the metal trash can in the kitchen doorway spilling the contents everywhere and sprawled out into the hallway. Shit I thought she's finished now. But Maria got to her hands and knees facing the front, shook her head to try to clear it and somehow got back to her feet, god i thought she's so tough and sexy her face bruised and bloodied and her beautiful blonde hair straightened so carefully before the women arrived now wrecked and hanging in shreds.
"go on baby, punch her out..."
" fucking knock the slut out, fucking kick her outside babes.."
both of us were shouting, the friend had the wine bottle in one hand and was taking mouthfuls from it as we both watched
Maria was on her feet, shaking her soaking hair from her eyes. The blonde came at her swinging a fist, Maria got an arm up to block then hit back, to the side of the blonde's face knocking her sideways. Maria lunged forward but the blonde was stronger and didn't go down. She grabbed a fistful of soaking blonde hair, yanked my wife's head back until Maria screamed and then both women were full length on the hallway carpet, locked together grunting biting and clawing at each other trying to get an advantage. This time the blonde was stronger and was quickly in control. She got Maria in a head lock dragged her to her knees then to her feet. She must have actually bitten my wife whilst they were on the floor as there was an obvious bite mark around one nipple above and below the areola and now it was her poor throat taking another beating and again she was struggling to breathe. "Fucking choke out bitch" how much more punishment could my wife take.
The blonde tightened the headlock, Maria gagged but then used her body weight to push the other girl backwards against the opposite wall, colliding with it hard winding her. Then hit her elbow into the other girls belly, the blonde gasped and released her headlock and now it was my wife's turn to have her hands around the blonde's neck. I could see her squeezing as hard as she still could
"your turn bitch..." although my wife's voice was weak now, only a croak, that then dissolved into more coughing her larynx had taken so much punishment. I knew she was too weak to put any real pressure on the other womens throat and her fightback didn't last.
The blonde immediately gripped both Maria's hands round her neck and brought her knee up hard between my wife's legs. Maria was naked with nothing at all to protect her cxnt and the blonde knew how to hurt her. My wife gasped and seemed to be moving in slow motion as her already battered private parts were crushed again, the pain must have been intense. I knew from the bedroom that the fleshy outer lips of my wife's private parts were still bruised and damaged from the car park ten days ago and she had already been kneed there repeatedly this evening. The blonde chopped my wife's hands away from her throat as Maria sobbed and tried weakly to cover her cxnt then delivered a huge head butt catching my wife full between her eyes and across the bridge of her nose and sending her staggering backwards. Maria tried to bring a hand up either to protect her face or cover the damage to her freshly bleeding nose but was too slow. The blonde must have realised my wife was almost finished. Her friend was shouting wildly to finish the tart off babes and pounding my arm still standing beside me with enthusiasm, "she's dead she's dead,  "fucking kick her out...babe"
She hit Maria again a full punch, knocking my wife to the side, then another and another and Maria went down half slumped against the hallway wall her soaked, torn and now bloodied hair trailed across her face, one eye completely closed, her nose bleeding badly all down her face. The blonde punched again this time through the curtain of Maria's sopping hair, knocking my dazed wife onto her hands and knees. Whether Maria knew what she was doing anymore I didn't know but she began to crawl, I think she was now just trying to get herself away. She was on the point of being completely beaten by the other women. The blonde was proving herself too fit, too strong and just too good. I was wondering whether they would really throw her out, I knew i wouldn't stop them.
The blonde let my wife crawl a few feet down the hall. I think Maria was trying to get to the front door. The blonde let her drag herself a short distance then grabbed a handful of my wife's hair and started to pull her back
"fucking don't let the bitch escape ...fucking throw her in the trash babe.."
the friend was shouting wildly next to me and pounding my arm all over again,
"your missus is fucked, we're throwing her out..." cut her tits off this time babe..."
the blonde still had a handful of Maria's hair holding her roots to stop her crawling any further. Maria was sobbing, she knew she was beaten, and was trying to reach out towards the door handle but had no real hope of reaching it, turning it, let alone of escaping. My wife was helpless and i was going to let the women do what they wanted with her even if it did mean she would end up outside and naked.
The blonde had both hands in my wife's hair now twisting it, Maria still on her knees.
I shouted "ok ok you've won..." adding pointlessly "again" but the blonde wasn't listening
She bent forward shouting in my wife's face, "we're cutting that tit off completely this time slut like the car park..."
Maria half sobbed up at the ceiling her head pulled back "...not my tits not my tits..."tell them...I'll go babes, they can throw me out, I'll just go..."
I pretended not to hear but there seemed in reality nothing I could really do. We were on the third or fourth bottle of wine and the two women seemed out of control. Maria had been thoroughly beaten and i didn't want to risk any more damage being done in the apartment.
The blonde slammed my wife's head into the internal front door, face first by her hair. It was a heavy old fashioned door with raised wooden panels and Maria's forehead must have been cut open. The blonde did it again, then a third and forth time. It was obvious that my wife was barely conscious as her arms were hanging limply and she wasn't even able to groan. There were red splashes on the door.
The blonde turned Maria round on her knees, jerking her head back by what was left of her roots, deliberately holding her up so I could see.
My wife's face was a total mess like the car park all over again.
I was praying the damage was only superficial and that her looks hadn't been permanently ruined
Both her eyes blackened, one puffy and almost completely closed, the other barely open. Her face covered in deep bare knuckle bruises from the one sided fist fight, dried blood around her nose, one tit bitten raw and now her forehead gashed and bloodied from the door.
The brunette left standing beside me, was shouting something to the blonde and started crashing and banging through the drawers in the kitchen, i didn't know what she was looking for
We all waited. Maria was groaning quietly to herself
"I'm fucking having her tits this time, not just stamping them....which one shall we start with..." the blonde was shouting wildly towards me
The brunette came back out of the kitchen
"fucking look what I've found...babe"
 Oh shit, she'd found the Stanley carpet cutting knife i'd bought recently and put in the bottom drawer with some other odds and ends. It was only used to open on line shopping boxes but had a small nasty razor sharp blade just an inch or so long covered with a plastic guard. Surely she wasn't going to use that on my wife's tits, they'd be cut to ribbons.
Maria was slumped against the front door the blonde still holding her by her hair. I was hoping she hadn't seen the knife or it being handed over to the blonde. "time to loose those tits slut.." the blonde pushed my wife backwards flat onto the floor then sat across and straddled her. Maria was trapped laid sideways across the hallway with one leg bent up against the wall and the blonde sitting over her waving the knife in front of her face.
My wife saw the knife and started sobbing again "I'll go I'll go you've won, please not my tits.."
The blonde wasn't listening. Maria tried to raise her one free arm but the blonde simply knocked it aside and slashed down at my wife's chest, Maria gasped then screamed and the blonde slashed again then a third then a forth time, and I realised there was suddenly no sound at all from my wife her arms were limp and her head lolled to the side.
I  shouted "ok enough enough she's finished. .. " the blonde got up and threw the knife away, I didn't dare look at my wife's breasts. I was really worried they had sliced her beautiful areola or even cut her nipple completely off. The blonde must have read my mind looked at me and laughed
" the slut's still got her tits but she wont be getting them out and fucking flashing them in my pub again.."
Maria was lying on her side moaning, I could see blood running across her belly from one breast which was criss crossed with red lines but they thankfully looked more like deep scratch marks done with the tip of the blade and only one above the areola itself so she'd still be able to wear her sexy dresses, and thank god the nipple itself was still there.
The brunette had stopped shouting and there was silence as we all looked at my wife. The manageress bent down, brushed back a comma of pale blonde hair that had come loose from her hair tie and fallen across her face, and was pulling her work shoes back on. For a moment I couldn't think why then realised she was going to use them on my helpless wife. I started to say 'you've won please no kicking' but the blonde and her friend were smiling to each other
"the slut ain't outside yet.." and "fucking kick her out babe.."
I could see Maria weakly scrapping at the door, trying to get herself out. I knew she was going to get a kicking from the blonde but couldn't bring myself to say anything, the thought of my wife being thrown outside our apartment naked, now probably unconscious too maybe even being seen by our neighbours was just too exciting, and feeling a little guilty I said nothing.
The kicking didn't last long. Maria's private parts were already so badly bruised and crushed she could only take a few further kicks from the blonde's heavy work shoes, flattening her cxnt lips into her pubic bone, the blonde holding her one leg up flat against the door completely exposing her gaping vulva. My wife screamed only a few times before half fainting in pain. "She's fucked babe the friend yelled to her friend beside me, "let me finish the cxnt.."
The brunette pushed in front of me "i want some of the bitch too" and kicked Maria full in the face, twisting my wife's head into the door with a thump, then again and again until she didn't move,
I said "ok she's gone she's gone you've won, turning to the blonde, you can throw her out if you want.." just don't kick her no more" my wife's face was a total mess. I was panicking they would break her nose this time for certain or do permanent damage if they didn't stop... destroy her looks or even fracture her pubic bone.
Maria was curled up in front of the door her hair trashed, her face and body trashed, unconscious and barely breathing. The blonde looked at me and I could only nod, 'yes, throw her out..'
Both women took hold of Maria under the arms and pulled her up between them limp and face down. I opened the front door for them and they dragged her but only as far as our inner porch then dropped her heavily and turned her over onto her back. The blonde looked at me again to help and nodded towards the outside front doors
"your tart of a missus gets what she deserves...outside"
Reluctantly I took my wife's legs and helped them carry Maria out fully naked and into the front parking lot where they dropped her heavily onto the tarmac. I went back inside but knew they were going to carry on dragging her the rest of the short distance round to the garbage bins and just leave her there.
I deliberately took my time when they eventually came back in, pouring out the wine for them to finish, imagining my wife helpless and naked lying on the rough concrete floor amongst piles of spilt garbage and wondering what state I'd find her in. There were always bags open over the floor as our neighbours were careless and there was bound to be garbage of all kinds all over her and all over her hair. The brunette still had her phone and I knew they would have taken pictures for the pub wall again.
Finally after almost an hour the wine was empty and manageress and her friend left talking about a third rematch "if the slut ain't too scared... and ain't stinking too much!"
and I was at last able to recover my wife from outside, still unconscious, naked, and covered in filth from the bins.
I didn't bother to cover her up just dragged her limply back inside for the second time in just a few weeks and somehow got her into the shower where she at last revived. I didn't dare look to see what state her cut up tits were in just carefully washed and bathed her other injuries, told her we could wash her hair tomorrow, and consoled her for having been beaten by the blonde for a second time. Maybe we talked about round three in bed until she fell quietly asleep...but that will be for next time....
The end.
Magicman








 

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Catfighting / Maria's second fight: Home rematch Part 1

« Last post by Magicman on Yesterday at 07:27:28 PM »

Maria's second fight; Home rematch
by magicman

Part 1
My beautiful wife Maria had to stay in bed for three full days to recover from the beating she suffered from the manageress and her friend in the pub car park on Halloween night. Her bruises came out more badly than we expected. We thought at first her nose had been broken as it was so badly swollen. She couldn't breath properly for several days afterwards and didn't dare go out for nearly a week and then only wearing dark glasses and extra heavy makeup to cover up the marks on her face. Happily there was no permanent damage although her left nipple was slightly flattened one side and sore to the touch for several weeks as a result of being trampled, but not otherwise damaged and in any event not noticeable outside of the bedroom.

We used the week to talk about what had happened and to plan our come back strategy against the manageress and her friend. I told Maria about the blonde having given me her phone number while she had been laid out unconscious and telling me to call her anytime we wanted to arrange a rematch.
My wife despite her bruises was as keen as I was to try to get her own back on the manageress but we agreed that both women together, two against one, were just too much for her. They had obviously set on her by surprise in the car park but seemed stronger and quicker and we needed a way to keep them apart and stop them teaming up on her again.
We decided i would call the manageress and invite her and the girlfriend to come to ours for a drink together after they finished work at the pub.
We were quite close to the pub only a short drive away, and for their safety we planned to invite both women although I would tell the blonde that she could only bring her friend for support and to have a drink but that she would have to fight my wife on her own this time. It had to be strictly one on one.
Feeling excited and a little nervous i called the number she had given me that night in the car park. It only rang once before it was picked up. I recognised the manageress as soon as she answered and could tell she knew who I was too,
"wanna arrange for that slut wife of yours to get another beating babe...?" saw you were filming last time" we put our pictures in the pub and on line..."
I said we hadn't seen the pictures, in fact we hadn't dared look, but yes, we would definitely like another contest. We'd like her to come round one evening after work to have an apartment contest, wrestling with maybe some power slapping too and that we lived quite locally. She could bring her friend from the pub, the barmaid, but that to make it fair this time we'd need some rules so she wouldn't be able to get involved and that I wouldn't help my wife either, so it would be just my wife and her one on one. We could have some drinks first too to make it more relaxed if they both liked, adding rather lamely
"would that be ok?"...
For a moment I thought I'd said something wrong and she might have hung up as the line was quiet then I heard a another woman's voice in the background, a low laugh, maybe about it just being one on one this time, and realised she was speaking to her friend. I knew we'd have a bit of trouble keeping her friend from joining in but then our fight fantasies were always a bit one sided and I did wonder, almost aloud, how my wife would manage against just one girl and whether the manageress would be able to take her down just by herself. She came back on the line and must have read my mind.
"I wont need any help teaching that slut another lesson babe"...take the bitch easy by myself...and more photos"
I laughed to be polite, didn't say anything about how easily my wife had been beaten by both of them last time, just agreed a day and time, a Sunday evening in two weeks time when she said she and her friend would finish work early.
We were both excited at the prospect of Maria having a second fight with the manageress and this time in our own home where we thought we could control things a little.
We used to talk about women we saw when we were out, that blonde in the supermarket or the brunette at the next table or behind the bar, what sort of shape were they in, did they look stronger, were they tough enough, could Maria beat them or would she end up the looser.
It was all fantasy of course, but what would happen now my wife matched up against another woman. Could she win, how tough would the manageress be on her own, and all this in barely two weeks time.
We began to plan the evening for real. What was my wife going to wear. We both thought just underwear or her favourite bikini this time as we'd be at home and both would show off my wife's stunning curves to the other women.
Maria was very proud of her figure. She loved dressing herself up to show it off when we were out or often being almost naked around our place just cooking and watching tv if we were having a cosy evening in.
Maria was now just a few months past her 31st birthday, 5.'4" tall, long legs with 36 double DD breasts, fully natural and perfect. A stunning regular dress size 14 or full 16 for some of her tighter figure hugging skirts and outfits. Lush soft blonde hair to half way down her back. My perfect model girl missus.
We finally decided on a black bikini we both liked to show off my wife's bust and a matching tie side thong. She would wear a white robe over and be barefoot so it would be a perfect 'at home' apartment contest.
Maria wanted the chance to wrestle with the blonde first remembering the bruising she received last time and because we thought her weight and dress size would give her an advantage, at least to start. We would  then have a power slapping session and only then a free for all contest,  but punches, knees and kicks only. It would be the best of three to win.
We agreed for me to call the number again and explain the rules to the manageress, we both thought that as they were being invited as guests to our home she would have to agree.
Secretly I was worried she would say no and the whole thing would be cancelled so I put off the call for a day or two. To my surprise though she agreed straight away, made some joke about my wife being shit at wrestling too and said she would enjoy wrestling "the slut" into submission first then slapping her out. Two days later I had another call. She and her girlfriend wouldn't be working at the pub on that Sunday evening. They were going to the gym first and would come round straight after and would be early around 8pm.
She sounded quite serious "so we'll be getting two lots of punchbag practice, your missus better be ready..."
I started to say it was strictly just wrestling to start like we agreed and just her and my wife, so it would be have to be fair, but she had already hung up...
We talked endlessly about it over the next few days. Maria was really excited at the idea of fighting the girl in our front room,
"not going to let that bitch beat me again am I babe..."
Maria went to the local gym to use the running machine and weights whenever she could. But would that be enough.
Finally it was Sunday. We moved the furniture in our front room, pushing the sofas back against the walls and moving the coffee table and tv out and created quite a large space for the contest and also have a wide L shaped hallway leading to the front door which we thought could also be used if the living room door was kept open.
We waited excited and a little nervous. Maria spent most of that afternoon getting ready. She'd had her roots coloured a few days before to treat herself after her hair was ruined before so was now freshly blonde with new shiny nails. She took time with her makeup and looked beautiful tough and sexy.
Finally just after 8 the intercom buzzed from the front door...
Maria went to the cans of ready mixed cocktails in the fridge
"I must have a drink first babes" you better offer some to our guests..."
I laughed, not too many babe, buzzed the main entrance lobby for the apartments then went to our own front door to welcome our guests. I put a bottle of Prosseco and glasses down on the window ledge we use for bags and car keys and opened the front door.
The manageress and her friend were both outside. The manageress looked really quite hot wearing a black cropped sports top with her, as i remembered from last time, shoulder length undyed and natural looking blonde hair in a short ponytail. The friend was dark haired and shorter, probably a dress size 8 to 10, also with her hair up. This was my first chance to see the manageress properly after the badly lit car park a few weeks ago so I took my time saying hello.
She was about 5'6" so a couple of inches taller than Maria and looked strong and muscled especially her arms and back. She was probably a size 10 with smaller breasts than my wife's full 16 and double DD so Maria had a clear weight advantage. I felt a tingle of excitement at the thought of my wife almost naked wrestling body to body with this very physical woman on our living room floor. Would my wife be beaten again?
"is the bitch hiding " the blonde was talking,
Maria walked slowly out from the kitchen, looking stunningly hot and sexy and we all turned to look. She had her robe deliberately open showing off her curves bust and figure, her breasts almost spilling out of her bikini. She had brushed out her hair which she had seductively let fall half across her face and eyes, she'd also reapplied her shiny lip gloss from earlier in the evening. She looked more ready for a beach bar or the bedroom than the wrestling ring. I was so proud of her and could see that the manageress just for a moment seemed wrong footed, glancing nervously her friend. But then seemed to recover her composure,
"Still looking like a fucking tart, you slut there's no rules, your getting proper fucked up this evening..."
the blonde seemed even more angry that my wife looked quite so stunning.
Maria slipped her robe casually off her shoulders and stood there almost naked in front of the two women, letting them look at her. She stood with one leg slightly bent, her favourite stance, showing off her curves.

Everything seemed suddenly very quiet and the two women looked at each other from just a few feet apart across the hall. Maria was wearing our favourite black opium perfume, heavy dark and seductive which i could almost feel in the air and which must have been overwhelming to the other woman. I just stood silently with the other girl and watched what would happen next.
The blonde had picked up one of the glasses of Prosseco i had put out on the hall window shelf. She took a sip then offered it to my almost naked wife deliberately turning the glass round so my wife would be able to sip from the same place. Maria gave me a slight sideways glance, and took a slow and I thought deliberately lingering sip from where the other girls mouth had been on the glass.
The blonde repeated the process, turning the glass round for my wife two or three times between them until it was empty. She put the flute down on the window sill.
After what seemed an age the blonde took a step in towards my wife, now barely inches apart, my wife's hair brushing her face. She lifted one hand and gently touched my wife's hair with the tips of her fingers. Now it was my wife's turn to react. She gave a little sigh and turned her head slightly to the side to help the blonde run her hand deeper and deeper through the side of my wife's hair, pushing her fingers gently through my wife's blonde roots. I knew my wife was getting excited, was moaning quietly the whole time and that the manageress must have been close enough to almost taste my wife's perfume. She slide her hand gently through to the back of my wife's head and started to pull Maria slowly down towards her mouth. My wife half closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Their lips were almost brushing and Maria gave another little moan of anticipation of tasting the other girl.
Suddenly the blonde's hand tightened into a fist in my wife's hair and my wife's moan turned to a gasp as her head was pulled backwards
"you fucking whore..."
The blonde jerked my wife's head back slamming it against the edge of one of the hall window frames, bending her backwards and trying to force her onto the floor. Maria managed to grab the blonde's pony tail so both women were now trying to pull each other down by their hair. The blonde seemed the stronger banging my wife's head against the double glazing. Maria gasped and was obviously struggling but still managed to hold onto the other girls hair, pulling the blonde's head to the side but it was soon obvious that the manageress was winning the struggle. My wife was being bent further and further backwards. She was now barely able to hold onto the other girls hair at all and forced to look up at the ceiling. The blonde shook herself almost free then brought her knee up hard between my wife's legs.
"uuh..." that was too much for my wife, she groaned let go of the other girls hair and her legs started to bend. The blonde knew she'd hurt her opponent, maybe remembering how bruised Maria's private parts had been after the pub car park barely two weeks before, and drove her knee up between my wife's legs again and again as hard as she could.
My wife was trapped. The blonde had one hand still in her hair holding her head back. My Wife couldn't free her hair or protect her private parts as her other arm was pressed against the wall. Maria had to endure repeated knee strikes between her legs. I counted 5 or 6 before her legs folded completely, she grunted and started to sag. The blonde still had her hands in Maria's hair, let her go down then jerked her back to her knees, my wife's hair was all across her face, so she could barely see. Both her breasts fell completely out of her top and hung loose and unsupported. The manageress led her like that topless and half crawling on her hands and knees down the hall towards our front room. I could hear my wife gasping at each yank on her roots, the blonde deliberately shaking my wife's head from side to side by the hair as she led her, calling her a slut and a tart, but my wife was helpless to stop her.
Maria's hair was all over her face. The blonde gave a final jerk on the handful of slightly darker undyed roots wrapped around her fist and with a final heave sent my wife sprawling out into the middle of the living room.
I nodded to the other girl so we could both sit on the larger of our two leather sofas pushed against the wall and watch.
It would just be one against one. I would keep the girl friend on the sofa next to me, so she couldn't interfere. I felt more than a tingle of excitement. My wife had a clear advantage in her dress size but the blonde was a taller and looked fit toned and muscled. Plus she was clearly angry. She'd had the better of my wife in the hall but what would happen now
My wife was obviously still hurting between her legs and for a moment could only get up to her knees, head down, blonde hair trailing almost to the carpet, pushing both hands inside the front of her thong to cradle her private parts.
The blonde took her time, took a mouthful of Prosseco from the bottle the other girl had brought in from the hall waiting for my wife to get herself up, both girls laughing to each other, then she turned back towards my wife.
Maria had managed to get to her feet one hand brushing the thick blonde hair back from her eyes the other still down inside her knickers.
"...Wrestling first, then no rules and the looser gets thrown out, thrown outside, agreed slut" the manageress laughs "... then we'll stay for the evening " glancing and smiling at the other girl sitting next to me.
The blonde took another mouthful of Prosseco then handed the bottle back to her friend and waited but Maria took her time before she responded, steadying her voice
"thats all fine with me", then looking at me giving me a little nod and smile for support,
" its just you and me this time bitch, no one helping you like in the car park...lets see who can throw who out..." 

Maria was now able to pull her hand out of the front of her knickers, tossed her hair back out of her eyes and stood facing off against the blonde.
"go on baby show her who's the boss ...kick her out!"
I called out encouragingly to my wife but was secretly worried the blonde would beat her again, Maria was obviously still tender between her legs, had her hair almost pulled out by the roots in the hall and despite our girl fight fantasies wasn't a street fighter. To be fair to my wife the blonde looked the fitter of the two women. She had pulled her crop top off was now just in a black sports bra and bottoms. And I was quite sure, she would cheat somehow.
The girls were no more than a metre apart. The blonde looked like she meant business with tensed up muscles obvious on her arms and legs. My wife had taken her bikini top off completely and dropped it on the floor, she didn't dare take her eyes off the other girl so just let her naked breasts sway in front of her. She was leaning slightly forward.
Who would blink first, the tension seemed very heavy.
The blonde suddenly made a move in towards Maria as if to use her knees up between my wife's legs again. My wife instinctively flinched, half turned away and dropped one hand to protect her sensitive and still hurt private parts. The blonde immediately did it again using the other knee making my wife turn the opposite way and start to drop her other hand to cover herself. It was just a ruse for Maria to lower her guard and she then delivered a huge power slap to one side of my wife's now fully unprotected face. Maria wasn't expecting it and took the full force knocking her sideways. She stumbled back against the wall blonde hair cascading across her face and gasping, her legs starting to sag. I thought "oh god baby please don't fall so soon...the bitch will just hit you again..."
My wife managed to stay up but looked stunned and there was already a trickle of blood from her nose. She shook her head to clear it and half toss the hair from her eyes. The trickle of blood had reached the top of my wife's mouth.
"bleeding already slut..." the blonde sounded like she'd already won and I certainly didn't know how many hits like that Maria could take, especially around her nose. We both realised nosebleeds were a weakness after the the car park when her nose had been almost broken and now the blonde would have known it too.
My wife touched her nose with the back of one hand then looked at me when it came away red, all I could do was shrug helplessly.
The blonde was laughing at the damage she'd done...
"best of 10 slut 'less you bleed out first..." both girls were laughing. I thought so much for our strictly wrestling only first contest..
Maria didn't seem to care and steadied herself "best of ten bitch, you're not in the car park now..."
She pushed herself away from the wall and swung a full slap at the blonde, 'go on baby I thought almost out loud, '
it was nowhere near as hard as the other girl but it caused the blonde to move back and turn her face away. There was no danger of her falling or even being properly hurt and she seemed almost surprised that Maria had managed to hit her at all. She stepped back up to my wife straightaway. "my turn...slut"
Her second hit seemed even harder than the first. As a power slap Maria had to stand and take it full in her face, knocking her backwards again but this time my wife couldn't stay up, knocked sideways against the living room wall. She groaned trying to claw the wall for support but I could see her eyes rolling as if she was about to faint. "don't faint baby, please not so easily..."
My wife must have heard me and managed to grab the living room window sill with one hand and keep herself only half up, kneeling on the carpet clutching the sill for support
The blonde was shouting,
"fucking bitch...you've only got 30 seconds to fucking get up slut..." she seemed really angry she hadn't finished my wife off already and now she'd have to take a hit herself...
It seemed an age before Maria was able to get to her feet, I counted 27 seconds and stop herself being timed out, but now she had to somehow hit the other girl. 
Maria still seemed unsteady on her feet, blood spots on both sides of her nose. The girl friend on the sofa next to me was shouting "time out"
"fucking time the slut out..."
The blonde seemed about to say something and I could see her start to relax. I thought 'thats it we've lost' they've fucked her, the evening was over and now they'd simply throw my wife out like they said
But Maria wasn't finished...
All those morning jogs must have done some good after all and she managed to swing back at the blonde leaning in with her full body weight taking her by surprise and knocking her off balance. The blonde swore, stumbled backwards and almost fell.
For a moment I thought "shit...knock her out "
then realised the blonde hadn't actually gone down. The manageress recovered herself quite quickly and swung back at my wife who had to stand there open and already unsteady. Maria's hair was all over one eye so there was nothing across the other side of her face, the hit side, to protect her from the slap at all
"uuuh...fuck" it was hard, Maria had already taken two or three huge hits though in fairness I had lost count, and now she seemed more than half stunned, knocked back against the living room wall behind her again, her legs bent. I knew my
wife was struggling to just stay on her feet.
There was dead silence in the room as we all waited...could she carry on.
Maria had sunk to her knees in front of us, the hits were really hurting her, her eyes were rolling again and she was struggling to focus. The girl friend beside me on the sofa was looking down at her phone timer, I knew she was about to start counting my wife 'out' unless we could respond really quickly.
It would strictly be cheating but i couldn't let my wife be beaten in our own front room. The blonde and her friend had said the looser would be thrown out physically, we had agreed and I was sure they meant it. I got up the few steps over to my wife still on her knees in front of us, put an arm under her and started to lift her, Maria was trying to look at me, trying to focus
 "what's happening baby I can't see straight my legs have gone..."
I held my wife up and somehow got her back to her feet
"just a few more babes, or they'll throw you out, adding we'll win the wrestling.. "
Both girls were shouting 'fucking cheating' but I kept my back turned between them, to give Maria a few more moments to recover...
The blonde grabbed my arm,
"you can't fucking help the bitch.. "
I went to sit back on the sofa with the other girl, Maria was on her own again.
My wife was back on her feet her nose bloody and one side of her face puffy and reddening from the other girls hits, a large dark mouse under one eye. She still looked very groggy.
"free hits babe cos she cheated " the brunette shouting at her friend and turned towards me on the sofa, then laughs "at least three..."
Maria was shaking her head and mouthing a little helplessly 'not three'
the friend had moved her hand to touch my leg on the sofa and now she slid it flirtingly along the inside of my thigh letting it rest halfway up. Maria had almost kissed the blonde out in the hallway so only feeling a little guilty I nodded in agreement,
 "just three babes, its ok you can do this..."
I wanted to say please not her nose but the blonde was already swinging a full power slap towards my wife's face
It didn't connect, Maria had flinched and instinctively raised her arm, I'm thinking oh shit, that's another cheat, maybe they'd just let it go. Maria started to put one arm behind her back to follow the power slap rules, but the blonde wasn't listening and just hit her again, "cheating slut!..."
This time it connected fully and my wife went down in a heap sprawling on the living room carpet face down. The blonde was on her straightaway still shouting she was a fucking cheating tart. She grabbed my wife's arms pulled them both up behind her and knelt with one knee in the middle of my wife's back so she couldn't move
She said something to her friend beside me which I didn't hear over Maria's groans
The other girl laughed and said 'yeah let's!... fuck it'
I expected her to go to help the blonde and she got up off the sofa beside me, but then leant down so closely over me I could smell her perfume and put a hand gently on my arm, 'can you get us some more wine babe' then whispered with her face almost touching mine,
"so we can proper sort your missus out..."
I didnt know what she meant but went into the kitchen leaving them alone with Maria, then took my time getting the wine. I don't think Maria realised I'd gone out or heard what was said as she was still being held face down pressed into the carpet.
I was finding the whole evening really exciting, the very physical blonde pub manageress and her friend in our own front room. Maria almost naked in front of everyone, getting punishment, not knowing what they were going to do to her now, and the thought of both women wrestling together still to come with my wife trying to stop herself from being thrown out by our two very sexy visitors. I dawdled some more finding the wine, thinking about the evening, wondering what the friend had meant and looking casually for some clean glasses. In hindsight I probably shouldn't have spent quite so long in the kitchen.
I heard first one then a second heavy thump from the front room, laughing and the unmistakable sound of my wife groaning. There were shouts of 'yeah its in my bag' a third and a fourth thump followed by silence then more laughter and what I thought was the sound of my wife gagging or choking. It went on for a while then Maria coughing, 'slag' and 'slut' being shouted and now my wife definitely gagging and coughing again but this time much more seriously.
I found the clean glasses picked up a new bottle of wine and went back in, trying not to hurry.
Maria was lying face down on her belly facing the door, both her arms had been somehow tied up behind her back with twine or cord they must have brought with them though i couldn't see properly. Both girls were standing over her. The blonde was holding Maria down with a knee still pressed into my wife's back, the friend was still tying up her wrists but that wasn't what I noticed first. It was my wife's black bikini top.
The blonde must have picked it up from the floor during the  power slapping and now had it twisted around Maria's throat pulling both ends between her fists to choke her which explained the gagging and retching I'd heard from the kitchen.
My wife looked in serious trouble. Her face was flushed from trying to breathe, strings of shiny silver mucus and drool were hanging from her mouth and nose, dripping off her chin and onto the carpet. There were red claw marks around her throat trying to free herself before they'd tied her arms and now the blonde was pulling her head back, even harder, as she saw me in the doorway.
"the slut won't say she's lost.."
Maria choked then gagged again as the blonde tightened her grip, pulling her head back. I thought she's going to strangle her completely so shouted yes she's lost, now let her go
The blonde didn't let go, kept on tightening her grip, the other girl was shouting
Maria's whole body was starting to shake, she wasn't even able to make choking noises and was obviously very nearly gone, the other girl was yelling at her friend now to let go and grabbing at her arm, trying to release it. I thought i would have to hit her myself when finally the blonde stopped, released her grip and just stood up. Maria was motionless on the floor.
I pulled the remains of the bikini straps from around my wife's throat, untied her wrists and managed to sit her up, she was breathing very weakly, slumped against me with her head on my shoulder. It took several minutes for her to recover her breathing and for me to say I'd told the blonde we'd lost the power slapping. There were deep red marks all around her neck and her voice was only a low hoarse whisper, but she was very angry
 'that fucking bitch was trying to kill me babes...I'm going to fucking have her in the wrestling"
It took several minutes before Maria was recovered enough to restart, the blonde and her friend had more wine.
Maria was now just in her bikini bottoms and was shiny with perspiration everywhere damping the roots of her hair. The blonde had been in sports bra but now pulled this off so both women were topless, the blonde's small B cups and my wife's full 36 DD's, and about to wrestle. I went to sit back on the sofa next to the other girl, I wasn't about to stop the contest now until either my wife or the blonde were unconscious.
The blonde didn't wait before charging at Maria, who pushed back and soon both were rolling on the floor grunting and gasping together and trying to get the upper hand. Both bodies were shiny with perspiration, my wife's hair dark with sweat soaking her roots but Maria was gradually getting the better of the smaller lighter women, using her extra weight and size to pin the blonde in a head scissors, choking her. Now it was the blonde who was struggling to breathe. She was slapping the floor trying to 'give' but Maria wasn't listening and just increased the pressure between her thighs
Shit I was thinking we're going to win this after all
I was getting to feel horny at the thought of Maria choking the manageress completely then us then carrying her to the front door and throwing her outside limp and naked....to be contd

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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Strongest Catfighter your wife can beat?

« Last post by Drake on Yesterday at 06:45:01 PM »

I'm pretty sure that my tiny little Asian GF would get her pretty little ass kicked by any of them. Hands down...

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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Fetishes hereditary?

« Last post by Drake on Yesterday at 06:42:04 PM »

Research suggests that behavioral traits, which could include fetishes, can be hereditary but not 100% of the time.

For example, criminal behavior can be hereditary even when the child is NOT raised by the biological parent. This data comes from children of pregnant mothers who were sent to prison to serve very long sentences and their child was put up for adoption.

When I was interviewing prisoners in a state penitentiary, I quickly discovered that many of the inmates had multiple relatives housed in the same prison system. Other people (including myself) often have family trees with no criminal histories whatsoever. 

We studied this in college. It was very interesting...

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Live Action Clips / Re: Lost Videos

« Last post by barryg53 on Yesterday at 06:20:27 PM »

Link restricted

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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Grunting or screaming, A sign of weakness or Human (Fair) Reaction

« Last post by WimpyWendy on Yesterday at 06:16:30 PM »

I don't see how anybody could be in a fight without making any sounds???

If somebody grabs you by the hair and slings you across the room, or drags you across the room, how could you not scream?

And if you're straining and struggling, how could you not grunt?

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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Russia vs France, SHB TOURNAMNET PHASE 1 match 27

« Last post by S.H.B. on Yesterday at 06:02:25 PM »

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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Russia vs France, SHB TOURNAMNET PHASE 1 match 27

« Last post by S.H.B. on Yesterday at 06:00:47 PM »

3 DAYS TO VOTE

Alice Delish (left side) vs Stella Versini (right side)










STATS:
Alisa Levina "Alice Delish" (RUSSIA):
Measurements EU/US: 163cm 86C-60-86 / 5,3ft 34C-24-34
Profession: Cosplayer, social influencer model, student
Beauty score obtained: 9.0/10 3rd ranked in Russia 2025
FIGHTS:0 (WINS:0 LOSSES:0 DRAWS:0)
Fighting style:
SYSTEMA: Punches (closed fist and open hand), kicks, elbows, knees strikes, to weak points, joint locks, submissions, deflections, escapes from holds, at any distance and height, focusing on not codified instinctive movements that exploit the biomechanics of the body, with continuous adaptation, fluidity, and minimal effort.
Strength: Adaptation and biomechanical fluidity.
Weakness: Lack of codified techniques.

Stella Versini (FRANCE):
Measurements EU/US: 170cm 88D-60-88 / 5,6ft 35D-24-35
Profession: Fashion/glamour model, Social influencer model
Beauty score obtained: 8.9/10 1st ranked in France 2025
FIGHTS:0 (WINS:0 LOSSES:0 DRAWS:0)
Fighting style:
Savate: Similar punches to boxing but allows kicks with a straight leg, dodges, parries, targeting any height, compared to kickboxing, it focuses more on speed and less on power.
Strength: Precise and fast punches and kicks.
Weakness: Low impact power.

The beauty scores are the averages taken from Listal, Freeones, and Hotnessrater
(the main databases of VIPs and webstars on web) UPDATED TODAY



ALICE DELISH:




STELLA VERSINI:

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Celebrity Fights- Polls / New Queen of the Beach

« Last post by Freefall on Yesterday at 05:26:39 PM »

Ive got some new tech and time off...
Thinking of a new Queen of the Beach series

Should it be set today...or Retro?

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Annette Walters vs FieryHouseWife (Mistress vs Wife Rematch)

« Last post by Maryg38E on Yesterday at 05:18:16 PM »

Neither one of you whores deserve Jacks cock!!

You're right about that. But you aren't even close to being in a conversation about that man