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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: lexibabe nyteshade {a reckoning}
« Last post by The Promoters on February 01, 2026, 02:57:13 PM »To my surprise this fight has gone savage! What a surprising treat to watch this unfold.
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General Discussion about Catfights / Battle of attrition
« Last post by Yatik on February 01, 2026, 02:50:49 PM »What comes to mind when you read the phrase, and what’s the most important attribute to have if you wanna come out on top in a Battle of Attrition?
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Cyber Fight Section / Re: Rivalry
« Last post by Sylvie on February 01, 2026, 02:32:28 PM »Looking for a long term rival.....interested in catfights, sexfights, and roleplay, maybe even a bit of wrestling
This is right up my alley I’ll dm you
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MMA, Martial Arts,Kickboxing and NHB / Re: Deathfight for Freedom
« Last post by Enigma on February 01, 2026, 01:55:25 PM »The tide had crept higher, cold water swirling around their calves now, mixing with the heat of their straining bodies. Both women were slowing, movements growing heavier, more deliberate—every ounce of strength hoarded for the next strike. Their throats were raw from half-strangled cries, breasts swollen and crisscrossed with claw marks, nipples dark and abraded from relentless abuse. Blood and sweat ran in rivulets down their torsos, dripping into the surf.
Seraphine saw her opening first.
Mara had just tried to drive another knee between the blonde’s legs, but the strike glanced off a slick thigh. The brunette overbalanced for a split second—enough. Seraphine twisted her hips violently, breaking Mara’s grip on her ruined chest, and drove forward with the full weight of her body. She slammed Mara backward into the shallow water, both of them crashing down in a spray of foam.
Mara landed on her back, head half-submerged, salt stinging the cuts on her face. Before she could roll away, Seraphine straddled her waist, knees pinning Mara’s arms to the sand beneath the surface. The blonde’s golden hair hung dripping over them both like wet ropes. Her face was a mask of feral triumph.
“You filthy dockside whore,” Seraphine hissed, voice cracked but venomous. “Let’s see how you like being dirtied.”
She reached down with one hand, forcing Mara’s thighs apart with brutal strength. Mara bucked, snarling, trying to twist free, but exhaustion and the weight of water-saturated sand made every movement sluggish. Seraphine’s fingers found the dark curls between Mara’s legs—then dug in, spreading, exposing the tender, swollen flesh beneath. Mara’s hips jerked involuntarily, a choked curse escaping her lips.
Seraphine didn’t hesitate.
Her free hand scooped a handful of wet, coarse sand from the surf line—gritty, shell-flecked, still warm from the sun. She forced it forward in a vicious shove, grinding the abrasive mass directly into Mara’s exposed pussy. The brunette’s entire body convulsed, a raw, animal scream tearing from her throat as thousands of tiny jagged grains scraped and invaded sensitive folds. Sand packed in deep, burning like fire against raw nerves, mixing with the slickness of sweat and seawater into a cruel, grinding paste.
Mara thrashed wildly beneath her, legs kicking up fountains of water, hips bucking in agony. “You bitch—!” The words dissolved into a guttural howl as Seraphine twisted her wrist, forcing more sand inside, packing it brutally with her palm. The blonde’s fingers raked across Mara’s clit in the process—half-pain, half-accidental torment—drawing another sharp, broken cry.
Seraphine leaned down, face inches from Mara’s contorted features, golden hair trailing in the water like blood in the sea. “Feel that?” she whispered, voice trembling with savage satisfaction. “That’s what it’s like to be filthy. To be used up. To be nothing.”
Mara’s eyes blazed through tears of rage and pain. She couldn’t speak—could barely breathe—but her body answered. With a desperate surge, she arched her back, throwing Seraphine off-balance just enough to free one arm. Her hand shot up, clawing for Seraphine’s face, nails gouging bloody furrows down one porcelain cheek.
Seraphine shrieked and retaliated, shoving another handful of sand deeper, grinding her palm in circles now, smearing the abrasive filth across every inch of Mara’s most vulnerable flesh. The brunette’s screams turned hoarse, body shuddering uncontrollably as the burning invasion continued.
They were locked in that grotesque tableau—Seraphine astride, one hand mauling Mara’s violated sex with sand and spite, the other braced on the brunette’s throat again; Mara writhing beneath, one arm free and clawing, the other pinned, legs thrashing uselessly in the surf.
The crew had gone utterly silent. Even Captain Smith had leaned forward on his driftwood throne, eyes narrowed, no longer grinning.
Seraphine saw her opening first.
Mara had just tried to drive another knee between the blonde’s legs, but the strike glanced off a slick thigh. The brunette overbalanced for a split second—enough. Seraphine twisted her hips violently, breaking Mara’s grip on her ruined chest, and drove forward with the full weight of her body. She slammed Mara backward into the shallow water, both of them crashing down in a spray of foam.
Mara landed on her back, head half-submerged, salt stinging the cuts on her face. Before she could roll away, Seraphine straddled her waist, knees pinning Mara’s arms to the sand beneath the surface. The blonde’s golden hair hung dripping over them both like wet ropes. Her face was a mask of feral triumph.
“You filthy dockside whore,” Seraphine hissed, voice cracked but venomous. “Let’s see how you like being dirtied.”
She reached down with one hand, forcing Mara’s thighs apart with brutal strength. Mara bucked, snarling, trying to twist free, but exhaustion and the weight of water-saturated sand made every movement sluggish. Seraphine’s fingers found the dark curls between Mara’s legs—then dug in, spreading, exposing the tender, swollen flesh beneath. Mara’s hips jerked involuntarily, a choked curse escaping her lips.
Seraphine didn’t hesitate.
Her free hand scooped a handful of wet, coarse sand from the surf line—gritty, shell-flecked, still warm from the sun. She forced it forward in a vicious shove, grinding the abrasive mass directly into Mara’s exposed pussy. The brunette’s entire body convulsed, a raw, animal scream tearing from her throat as thousands of tiny jagged grains scraped and invaded sensitive folds. Sand packed in deep, burning like fire against raw nerves, mixing with the slickness of sweat and seawater into a cruel, grinding paste.
Mara thrashed wildly beneath her, legs kicking up fountains of water, hips bucking in agony. “You bitch—!” The words dissolved into a guttural howl as Seraphine twisted her wrist, forcing more sand inside, packing it brutally with her palm. The blonde’s fingers raked across Mara’s clit in the process—half-pain, half-accidental torment—drawing another sharp, broken cry.
Seraphine leaned down, face inches from Mara’s contorted features, golden hair trailing in the water like blood in the sea. “Feel that?” she whispered, voice trembling with savage satisfaction. “That’s what it’s like to be filthy. To be used up. To be nothing.”
Mara’s eyes blazed through tears of rage and pain. She couldn’t speak—could barely breathe—but her body answered. With a desperate surge, she arched her back, throwing Seraphine off-balance just enough to free one arm. Her hand shot up, clawing for Seraphine’s face, nails gouging bloody furrows down one porcelain cheek.
Seraphine shrieked and retaliated, shoving another handful of sand deeper, grinding her palm in circles now, smearing the abrasive filth across every inch of Mara’s most vulnerable flesh. The brunette’s screams turned hoarse, body shuddering uncontrollably as the burning invasion continued.
They were locked in that grotesque tableau—Seraphine astride, one hand mauling Mara’s violated sex with sand and spite, the other braced on the brunette’s throat again; Mara writhing beneath, one arm free and clawing, the other pinned, legs thrashing uselessly in the surf.
The crew had gone utterly silent. Even Captain Smith had leaned forward on his driftwood throne, eyes narrowed, no longer grinning.
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MMA, Martial Arts,Kickboxing and NHB / Re: Is it worth it?
« Last post by catftluver on February 01, 2026, 01:54:16 PM »Damn, this is getting good!! You're amazing Janine.
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Catfight Art / Re: AI Images - Women's Wrestling
« Last post by ccunain on February 01, 2026, 01:43:58 PM »Traditional wrestling called Kushti is going on between two healthy and fit women wrestlers from south Asia at sand pit called Akhara.
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Message Board Fights / Re: Erin Lee vs Lauren (Tatt Cat): Final Battle for the Bali Bungalow
« Last post by User1 on February 01, 2026, 01:35:07 PM »Wow, both going topless?! This turns more primal with each move they do, even more crazy then expected.
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: CherylManteo and Ivanna (Holly) Garner bang their hangers in the hangar
« Last post by Workit on February 01, 2026, 12:13:15 PM »I voted for Ivanna (Holly) Garner.........she's udderly unstoppable!!
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Norulezemma vs Erin Lee in a no rules fight for supremacy
« Last post by Ali on February 01, 2026, 11:53:16 AM »Kick her ass, Erin!
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Message Board Fights / Re: Erin Lee vs Lauren (Tatt Cat): Final Battle for the Bali Bungalow
« Last post by Erin Lee on February 01, 2026, 11:12:48 AM »(Quick recap....I'm now on the beach, barefooted and bare breasted)
I look up towards you on the decking..."Well?" i hiss. You know exactly what i mean and i'm sure you don't really think i'm running away from you. I challenge you to remove your bra, i know you can't resist a challenge and so it proves as you drape your bra over the railings. I beckon you to come down and you don't hesitate, you slide over the railings and land lightly on your feet in the sand a few paces away from me.
As you were dropping down i scooped up a handful of sand, i move towards you, still hurting from your kick to my ribs and that crash with my back into the railings, but i'm still limber, still mobile. I toss the sand at your eyes, almost at the same time i rush in, throwing myself towards your abs. My left shoulder aimed flush at your belly button, my arms looking to wrap around your skinny thighs, my aim...to flatten you onto your back and come down on top of you.
"You think you can take my bungalow off me you skinny bitch, you'll have to kill me first" i roar into your face.
I look up towards you on the decking..."Well?" i hiss. You know exactly what i mean and i'm sure you don't really think i'm running away from you. I challenge you to remove your bra, i know you can't resist a challenge and so it proves as you drape your bra over the railings. I beckon you to come down and you don't hesitate, you slide over the railings and land lightly on your feet in the sand a few paces away from me.
As you were dropping down i scooped up a handful of sand, i move towards you, still hurting from your kick to my ribs and that crash with my back into the railings, but i'm still limber, still mobile. I toss the sand at your eyes, almost at the same time i rush in, throwing myself towards your abs. My left shoulder aimed flush at your belly button, my arms looking to wrap around your skinny thighs, my aim...to flatten you onto your back and come down on top of you.
"You think you can take my bungalow off me you skinny bitch, you'll have to kill me first" i roar into your face.
