Erin Lee vs Lauren (Tatt Cat): Final Battle for the Bali Bungalow

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

You slide forward very very slowly ... oh I know you're loving every second of this ... I can tell by looking up at the bitchy smirk on your pretty face. Your thighs press tight against my head and you also use my hair to make sure my face is straight up when your kitty slides and glides all over it. Ohhhh I hate you so freakin much! I slap at your thighs and start to try bucking up.

But your position is solid and I can't buck you off me. All I get is more grinding and rubbing all over my red face. I'm having awful flashbacks of how our first fight ended ...  This can't be happening again! It can't. Your strong thighs are pushing into my ears like noise canceling headphones but I can still make out the taunting crap coming out of your mouth ... bragging about using me and keeping the bungalow, yada yada ...

And even now you ... you nasty evil Britch ... aren't finished. No, you pull my head up, stretch out those lethal legs ... Posh Spice WISHES she has legs like yours, damn you ... lock your ankles and start to squeeze. Your fingers in my hair pull my face into your kitty ... My head starts pounding from the pressure and I know my face must now be a deep dark crimson red. You're having a total blast torturing me with your humiliating facescissors. My legs start kicking and my fingers are clutching at your thighs. My muffled moans almost drown out what you're saying but some words come through loud and clear ...

Wait, what? Boyfriend? Your f-cking boyfriend owned the bungalow?! $50,000 less?! LESS?!

Yes, my body is beaten and hurting. Yes, I was almost drowned. Yes, I'm fading fast from your python like facescissors ... But hearing this infuriating news straight from the mouth of the Britch who has made my life a nightmare for over a year ... We're in the Pacific. We have volcanoes here. Sometimes they erupt. With no warning. Well, a volcano just erupted. In me.

You're pulsing and relaxing your glutes and thigh muscles ... toying with me like a cat playing with a mouse. When you relax for the next pulse I take my shot. I have very little strength left but what I do doesn't require strength. As you relax I'm able to open my mouth and, with my face pressed against your kitty, I clamp onto your labia with my pearly whites and ... I don't give you a playful nibble, oh no sirree ... I want you to suffer! So with a guttural primal snarl I bite down hard and hope for the best

[Erin Lee]

Riding your face as i did brought back pleasant memories of our previous fight, it was a hard fight but when all was said and done....wait, i'm starting to sound like i want to audition for WWE. I put you in your place last time and i'm well on my way to doing it again now.

Your body and desire to fight are both weakening, i can feel my head scissors draining the fight out of you, so much so i start to trash talk you, it's not something i usually do in a fight but i want to make you suffer both physically and mentally. My glutes tighten and relax, again and again, listening to your moans and groans, your tears drip onto my thighs, i lean back, confident i have you beaten again.

It's then that a sudden pain sears through my body, "What the...." i gasp out, my legs rapidly uncoiling from around your head, you have your teeth sunk into my kitty and not only that you are drawing blood. I clench my fists, about to land some punches on your face but you relax your bite then bite down even harder. I can't throw a punch, i fall onto my back screaming in pain. "Get the...arrggghhhhhhh...fuck off....arrgghhhh...me bitch" pleading with you to let go of my kitty.

You are one evil bitch and this fight has taken a surprising twist. My trash talk has fired you up it seems

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

If I didn't hate Erin so much for all the terrible and humiliating things she did (and is still doing) to me, I would probably respect her and get to know her and hell maybe even get to like her as a friend ... I know for a fact that if I was ever walking down some dark street in some seedy shady area I would most def want Erin Lee by my side in case something bad went down. That's the truth.

But now you're crushing my head between your strong cruel thighs while your cruel fingers pinch my nip and your cruel mouth blurts out the truth of how you really DID steal away my dream bungalow! So how the hell am I supposed to react? By doing just what I did. I bite down on your kitty lips so hard it makes you scream so loud they'll hear you for miles. And it makes you pop her legs open and release me ...

I pull my head away, its still pounding from the pressure of your thighs and glutes. My eyes start to focus and I can see you've fallen over on your back writhing and crying ... and cursing too. Good! Serves the Britch right! I know I drew blood, I can see it on your fingertips as they cover your kitty, I can taste it all coppery on my tongue. I give you an evil grin showing you my blood stained pearlies.

You're on your back like a helpless upended turtle ... I have one thought, get on my feet and attack fast while you're vulnerable. That's exactly what I try to do. Still weak and sore and shaky, I start to stand but my unsteady legs betray me and I pitch forward down at you. Call it karma, call it dumb luck, call it anything you wanna call it ... but as I drop down on you, I put out my right hand by reflex to brace my landing. Here's where dumb luck comes in ... The heel of my palm lands hard and flush on your bitten bloody kitty! Your body jerks and kind of spasms so I scramble up and straddle your belly ... as good a place as any to take a breather while I reach down and grab your wet tangled mop, lift your head up and start to thump the back of your skull down on the ground. Tears of pain and fury stream down my red face and all I care about is punishing you and making you pay

[Erin Lee]

You must think i'm a close relative of Ronald McDonald but i'm no burger and that red stuff ain't no tomato ketchup.

I scream and thrash about in the sand and after what seems like a lifetime, you release my labia. I catch glimpses of blood on your lips, my blood. You lift away from my kitty and stagger to your feet. I'm in too much pain to really bother where you are or what you are doing. My mistake as all of a sudden you launch yourself at me, landing flush on top of me. That drives all the air from my lungs and i start to gasp, if i had any air i'd likely groan too,  but i don't so i can't.

You take advantage of my lack of reaction by scrambling up and straddling me, one inked thigh to the either side of my chest, both knees digging into my sand coated flesh. Then you grab hold of my hair and start to slam my head down over and over into the sand. Gotta be grateful it's not concrete or i'd be making my maker any time now, even so it isn't very pleasant, it makes my teeth rattle.

I'm beyond being able to fight back sad to say, a girls gotta know when she's beat and this girls no fool, i'm powerless under you, powerless to fight back, the thought of you getting your hands on MY bungalow burns at my very soul but short of finding a fully loaded gun in the sand...even that wouldn't work. Justifiable homicide possibly but there is no gun and i'm as good as done.

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

Once upon a time a rival of mine called me a sexy elven witch ... probably due to my mystical inkings and the fact that I've been known to frolic and romp under the light of the pale moon in the tropical forest of my island home. Reason why I mention this now is because, at this moment in time, I am most def feeling very witchy in my bloodlust and rage. Both hands are tightly snarled in Erin's hair as I slam her head down on the sand like I'm trying to crack open a coconut.

It finally registers in my brain that you've stopped struggling and cold hard reality kicks in in a flash. Oh, God's Holy Trousers, I think I killed her!! Wait ... No ... I see a slight rise and fall of your pert firm boobs and a flutter of your eyes. I let go of your hair and sit perched on you ... breathing hard, feeling the rage slowly leave as I realize that you're done. At last. Finally.

That's the best medicine for the pain in my entire body that you've wreaked havoc on. Yes, you're done. But ... I'm not. Oh, no. I slap your cheeks with a slow rhythm to bring you around just enough to be aware of what your future will bring. Your eyes flutter and slowly open and begin to focus. Flashing back to that day last year when the roles were reversed and I was under you like this. I slide forward slowly grabbing your hair again.

"You made fun of my legs, you Britch! Called 'em weedy! Remember?" I quickly lock you in a figure 4 front headscissors, bending my left leg back and grabbing my foot to increase the pressure even more. Holding your head in place with my other hand. "Not so weak and weedy, are they?" I taunt. "And don't even think about trying to bite! I wanna hear you beg! Beg and tell me the bungalow is MINE!!!"

[Erin Lee]

I think i must have passed out, last thing i remember is you bashing my head down into the sand over and over and now, as my eyes slowly, bleary open i am looking up at you straddling me. Your tight ass pressing down onto my tummy, your nipples swollen, erect. I mentally take stock of my body, most of it hurts but that at least means i haven't lost any limbs...doesn't it? I see you licking your lips, your eyes flash and it's not the sun that is causing that, you are loving this now, you have me where you always wanted me, under you, at your mercy.

And then you administer slaps to both my cheeks, not too hard, just to make sure i'm awake and aware of what is happening to me. You start to remind me of the insults i made about your legs, that the last time i had seen legs like yours they were sticking out of a nest. "I still think that" i hiss weakly. This fires you up, you are determined to prove me wrong about your legs. I'm quickly and expertly wrapped up in a figure four headscissors. Your kitty pressing up against my chin. Damn you bitch...i think...just move that kitty to my mouth and you'll feel pain like you never felt before. But you are too clever for that to happen, you tighten your legs around my head, squeeeezing, wearing me down.

Then you ask, nay, demand that i beg you to stop, that i admit the bungalow is now yours. "Fuck you" i gasp, no way will i beg to you, i'd rather....and at that moment everything starts to go dark, my eyes flicker then close, the tenseness in my body fades away and i pass out.

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I can't believe it! I ... Just ... Cannot ... Believe ... It!!! The moment I've been thinking about and dreaming about every single day for over a year is FINALLY happening ... and you manage to cheat me AGAIN!!!

What am I talking about, you all ask? I'll tell y'all what I'm talking about. It isn't bad enough that you still show no respect for my legs and continue to poke fun at them even while they are crushing your head ... You're also too damn proud, too damn stubborn, too damn everything, to admit defeat ... All I want to hear are two simple words ... "I give". That's it! Is that so hard? All together now - "I Give". But you refuse. You substitute my two little words with two little words of your own. You'd rather pass out than give me the sweet satisfaction of hearing you admit defeat.

Damn you, Erin Lee! I hate you even more now, with you lying here next to me unconscious and broken. How can I enjoy my wonderful revenge while remembering that you forced ME to say those two simple little words to YOU last year? It's not fair, damn it! You cheated me again! You didn't even admit that I won the bungalow fair and square.

Well, I'm not waiting around to hear that. I stand up slowly, then bend over with my hands resting on my knees breathing hard ... wincing with every move. Now that the adrenaline wore off the pain and the tiredness kick in full blast. I slowly shuffle over to your feet and bend down, groaning as my aching back and ribs start calling me dirty names. I grab your ankles and start to drag you from the sand to the walkway. It's a slow trip pulling your naked bod because you're dead weight and I'm damn near exhausted. I finally manage to make it to the deck of my new bungalow just before my legs and back give out.

I take a quick sip of the cold drink you so nicely left on the table for me, give The Bookshop Below a quick glance ... that will make great bedtime reading ... then limp through the sliding glass door and grab the velvet curtain sash. I move back to you, still sleeping in the sea of blackness, use my foot to roll you onto your belly, bend your legs up and back while tying your ankles together ... I tie your wrists to the other end of the sash and pull tight, hogtying the Britch before I collapse exhausted on the deck lounge chair waiting for you to come back to the land of the living.

[Erin Lee]

When i finally start to stir i find i'm unable to move. I'm face down on what i assume is the decking. I glance to my left, yep, it's the decking and i see you casually resting on the recliner.

I tug with my arms, struggle with my legs but i seem to be hogtied. I don't know how much notice you are taking of me, you seem to be half asleep, i'd love to help the other half catch up. I wriggle my hands, trying to create a lil space between my wrists and the rope. I try not to groan out loud, i'm in all sorts of pain but i don't want to alert you to the fact i'm back in the land of the living.

Fortunately for me you chose a velvet curtain sash with which to hogtie me. It isn't rough on the skin and it does give a lil under my attempts to free myself. I manage to slip my left hand out, then my right. You stir a lil, i clasp my hands together to give the impression i'm still tied up, then i start to try and get my ankles free. I'm so badly beat up though that even if i do get free likely the best i could do would be to try and escape and live to fight another day

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I lay back on the lounge chair, lazily stretched out, eyes closed, taking deep breaths, letting the hot sun soothe all the nasty ouchies you so nicely put on my bod ... I'm really grateful I've got my ink to mask all the technicolor bruise marks that I know are gonna start showing up any minute now.

I have no clue how long I lay here, it feels so good, feels so right, finally on the deck of MY bungalow. Barely paying attention to you, knowing I have you all bundled and wrapped up like a holiday present. I open my eyes, sit up and stretch, wincing from the nagging twinges of pain. I give you a quick look and see that you haven't moved, still sashed.

"Can't leave the trash laying around" I say with a grin as I get up from the lounger and stroll over to you. I flashback to how you pitched me over the railing into the lagoon last year. "Payback is a bitch, Britch" I mutter as I bend down to untie your ankles, keeping your hands tied, so I can do unto you what you did unto me.

[Erin Lee]

Not as asleep as i thought it seems.

You peel yourself off the recliner and head on over towards me. You don't see my hands...well one of them, are free and you start to untie my legs. I wonder what you have in mind.

As the bonding that was holding my legs together falls away i take the opportunity to roll onto my back. Truth be told i'm a beaten wreck, my entire body is aching, there are lots of scratches and bruises to show from your work on me during that fight.

But i need to try again don't i? It's what you'd expect, right?

And so, as you remove the ropes from my feet i stretch out my one free hand and clutch you by the throat. I would love to smash my fist into your face over and over but it's still tangled up and i barely have the energy to try freeing it..."You bitch, i'll finish you" i hiss

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I bend down to untie your feet and am caught totally by surprise when you reach a hand up and grasp me by the throat. I admit maybe I was a little careless in how tight and secure I tied your wrists but I figured it was enough to keep you all wrapped up. Knowing you I shoulda expected you to not take this lying down, pardon the pun.

Is it possible to hate a Britch so much and admire her so much at the same time? I said it before, I'll say it again and again ... If I'm ever in a situation where the you-know-what is about to come down, I want Erin Lee standing by my side watching my back. And yeah, I'd do the same for her. In a heartbeat. What we do to each other after we deal with the threat is anybody's guess but it probably won't be a hug and a high five.

So you're still trying to fight back and actually threatening to "finish me". You're trying to squeeze my throat but I can feel your strength is drained. I grab your wrist and try to pull your hand away. We're both weak from the war but I have a bit more in the tank and after a little struggle I get your hand off my throat.

"You're half right, bitch! Someone will get finished here today" I hiss as I use my foot to push you over on your back on the deck. Before you can move I scramble on you and straddle you sitting on your boobs facing your head. "You actually did me a favor waking up too soon ... Gives me the chance to finish you off where it all started last year ... right here on this deck! I just love closure, Erin ... don't you?"

As I'm saying this I slide forward toward your face and on "closure" I lower my kitty down on your nose and mouth looking down into your eyes, the only part of your face visible. "Don't fight it, Britch! Just accept it!"

[Erin Lee]

My grabbing you by the throat was a last desperate attempt by a beaten up girl to try and put some more pain on you, of course it failed. It is all too easy for you to wrench my hand away from your throat, you may be beat up too but not as much as i am.

Once you have removed any chance of me mounting a comeback you straddle me, pinning my arms to my sides before shuffling up to perch on my tits. You flatten them back against my chest, i didn't think i could suffer much more pain but it seems i'm gonna have to. You look down into my eyes then with a sneer growing ever larger on your face you shuffle further forwards until my face is engulfed by your kitty.

I squirm and wriggle weakly under you, i know what you are at, trying to smother the fight out of me and i have to admit you are doing a pretty fine job of doing that. I hear you mumble something but with your thighs up against my ears i have no idea what it was.

Slowly but surely, with my breath cut off i slump, the fight drains from my body completely. My last thought before darkness overcomes me is..."shit, i lost the bungalow"

[Sinthia B]

Very exciting and well written fight, ladies. Congratulations to Lauren Tatt Cat. The better woman definitely won!

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I watch your eyes ... They are looking up into mine, recording this image you're never gonna forget, burning this moment into your brain ... the moment you surrender everything to me. I watch them start to glaze and roll a bit, then the eyelids flutter and close and you go limp.

It's done. Finished. I won. I got my revenge. Finally.

I slide off you and raise up to my knees next to your sleeping bod. I look at you just long enough to memorize this image that I know I'll replay in my mind many many times ... over a chilled glass of wine. Then I stand up and stretch before I reach down and grab both your wrists hauling your limp beaten yet still sexy body upright so I can shuffle step bring you to the deck railing.

I drape you over the rail, your hair and arms dangling above the crystal blue lagoon water. "Your lease is up ... it's eviction time for you!" I smirk as I get a firm hold of your legs and upend you over the railing into the water with a sweet sounding splash. "Send your boyfriend over to pick up your stuff. But tell him to call and make an appointment first. I don't want low lifes showing up unannounced at MY bungalow!"

And that, as they say, is that ... Nothing left for me to do but go inside and start living the good life in my dream home ... FINALLY!

[Erin Lee]

Sleeping peacefully under your kitty and butt, i'm then rudely awakened as i land in the lagoon.

It slowly occurs to me that you must have heaved me over the railings same as i did to you all that time ago. I cough and splutter, water fills my mouth but i'm sufficiently with it to spit it out.

I look up at the decking and see your grinning face peering over said railings. This ain't over bitch, when i recover, which may take a while, i'll be back and the bungalow will be back with it's rightful owner.

In the meantime i need a solicitor, you need to pay me back the money i spent on the bungalow.


(Just like to thank everyone who commented, one person in particular, Sinthia. You n me are due a fight girl. I must congratulate Lauren on her win, her excellent writing and mean fighting. We don't break bread or drink wine together very often but when we do it is always fun. Thanks britch)

[Erin Lee]