Monica vs Nicole - A fight between friends

[MonicaM]

I saw you coming at me and reacted instantly. I knocked your hand aside, twisted your arm behind your back, and grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of your head. "Not this time," I growled as I drove you face-first onto the sofa. A startled gasp escaped your lips as the cushions absorbed the impact. Before you could recover, I released your arm and threw myself onto your back. Keeping a tight grip on your hair, I forced your face down into the sofa again and again and again. "Mmmph!" came your muffled protest. As you tried to push yourself up I tightened my hold and shoved your face back into the sofa. "You wanted this fight," I said through clenched teeth.
Another frustrated groan escaped you. "Ugh--Monica!" "That's right," I shot back, breathing hard from the adrenaline. You squirmed beneath me, letting out a mix of angry grunts and muffled complaints, while I stayed on top, knowing I was in complete control.

[Nicole]

My hair was a mess, my face flushed red from being driven into the sofa again and again, and despite everything I did, I couldn't stop you. I reached back blindly, flailing my arms in a desperate attempt to grab hold of you or land a strike, anything that might create an opening.

Frustration surged through me. I bucked my hips violently, trying to throw you off, then kicked my legs and feet wildly behind me. But you remained firmly planted on my back, your weight and balance making every effort feel useless. "Bitch!" I screamed as loud as I could with my face being smashed into the cushions, anger overtaking reason.
I twisted, thrashed, and fought refusing to accept what was happening. Yet no matter how hard I struggled, you stayed in complete control. Every attempt to shake you off ended the same way, with me trapped beneath you, growing more exhausted by the second.

[MonicaM]

Sitting on top of you, watching you flail helplessly beneath me, I realized I was completely in control. Any doubt that you could fight me off, or even defend yourself, vanished in these moments. Deep down, I'd suspected it for years. Now I knew.

Still gripping a fistful of your hair, I pulled you upright and threw you across the room. You hit the floor hard, rolling before coming to rest flat on your back, stunned.

I was on you before you could react. Dropping down across your midsection, I pinning your arms against your sides with my weight and legs. You squirmed beneath me but it was useless.

My left hand tangled itself in your hair once more, forcing your head back. Then, with my right hand, I delivered a series of quick sharp slaps across your cheeks, each one snapping your head from side to side as I stared down at you, making it clear exactly who controlled this fight.

[Nicole]

I'm flat on my back, and you're sitting heavily across my stomach, forcing the air from my lungs with every movement. Breathing has become a struggle. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The sound of your palm striking my cheeks echoes in my ears as the blows come one after another. My face burns. My head is ringing so badly I can barely focus on anything except one terrifying realization: I have no way out.

I kick my legs wildly, trying to buck you off, trying to create even the smallest opening, but it accomplishes nothing. My arms are trapped helplessly at my sides. Every desperate effort is useless. You have complete control now.

Through blurred vision, I look up at you. I can see both fury and satisfaction as though this is exactly the moment you've been waiting for. The thought of what you might do next sends a chill through me. My head spins. The room seems to tilt in and out of focus as I drift on the edge of consciousness. Somewhere in the haze, I feel your hand ripping my hair, pulling hard enough that it feels as though it might tear free from my scalp. I vaguely remember that our husbands are still watching. I'm fading in and out as I lie there beneath you, struggling to stay aware of what is even happening.

[MonicaM]

Slowly, I rose from your stomach. The moment my weight lifted, your arms came free and immediately moved to cradle your head. Looking down at you, I reached behind your back and unhooked your bra. The straps loosened and I I pulled it away as you lay there exhausted on the floor.

Your breasts settled naturally to either side as you struggled to catch your breath. It was a sight that felt strangely familiar after all the years we'd spent together in locker rooms and changing rooms, up side by side. Now, though, there was nothing casual about it. Everything that had once been private was on display, a reminder of just how completely this fight had ended.

For a moment I simply stood over you. Then I smirked. "Maybe one last thing for good measure." I slid off your bikini bottoms, gathered them together with your top, and tossed both across the room toward your husband.

"Okay," I said. "Your turn. Tie her up. That was part of the deal."

The room fell silent as the reality of what had just happened finally sinking in.

[Nicole]

Lying there, my head spinning, everything around me seemed distant and unreal. Through the haze, I saw my husband kneeling beside me, fumbling as he tried to tie my wrists together. "What are you doing?" I muttered, pulling weakly against him. "Stop it."
I tried to move away, but he persisted.
"Hold still," he said. "It'll be fine."
Fine? Nothing about this was fine. His hands shook as he struggled with the knot. Across the room, I could make out you and your husband talking. Then I saw you pull off your top, laughing and smiling as though the whole thing amused you. Arrogant bitch.

My mind slowly cleared. Strength began creeping back into my limbs. Suddenly I jerked my hands free and slapped my husband across the face.
"What the heck?" he said, more shocked than hurt. "Get away from me." I shoved myself upright, every muscle protesting. My face burned. My head pounded. But I was fueled by rage.  I staggered to my feet just as you started walking back toward me. Feeling a surge of anger I didn't know I still possessed, I charged. My fists flew wildly. One connected cleanly with your face, snapping your head sideways. Before you could recover, I crashed into you with everything I had left in me. We slammed into the table, sending it skidding across the floor as we tumbled together. For a brief moment, I was on top. My heart hammered. My vision blurred. My entire body screamed from exhaustion. But none of that mattered. All I could feel was fury. As we crashed to the floor, my hands found your breasts before my thoughts did. I seized hold of you, nails digging in as I fought desperately for control, every ounce of anger pouring into my grip into your breasts that actually had spent years and years secretly admiring. My face burned, my head pounded, and reason had long since disappeared. In that moment, there was nothing left except raw, overwhelming rage.

[MonicaM]

I walk over to my husband and start talking with him as he playfully takes my top off. "What are you doing, you idiot?" I ask. He laughs. "I'm just doing what you did to Nicole." I shake my head, but then I notice his smile disappear. His eyes widen as he stares past me. I turn. And there you are.

Charging straight at me. Your hair is a complete mess from the fight, flying behind you as you sprint across the room. Your face is flushed. For a split second, I can't believe what I'm seeing. You should be exhausted. You should be done. After everything that's happened, you shouldn't even be on your feet. But somehow you're still coming.

Before I can react, you crash into me. The force of the impact drives us backward into the table. Wood rattles, glass shatters, and then we're both tumbling to the floor. "Ahhh! Bitch!" But the shock lasts only a moment. Then the anger takes over.

We immediately start struggling again, grabbing for control, refusing to give an inch. Finally, I manage to catch your wrists and shove your hands away. Holding them tightly, I force enough space between us to move. Now kneeling beside you, I rise just enough and drive my right knee into your lower stomach. Your body folds before you can stop it. I reach down and grabbing your nipples I pull outward as hard as I can. "I've wanted to do this for years" I snarl through gritted teeth. I pull you to your feet by your nipples. Your eyes look desperate, strands of hair cling to your face, but you still struggle. I start pulling you forward by your nipples, now walking you across the room despite your cries.

You pull against my grip. Then I plant my feet and drive my knee firmly between your legs, directly up and into your exposed, naked pussy.  The impact stops you cold.

[Collision of Curves]

Well done.  Congrats Monica

[Nicole]

I scream as you're dragging me across the room by my nipple, and every attempt to pull free only seems to tighten your grip. Panic and pain flood through me as I struggle, desperately trying to break away.

I lunge forward, hoping to create even the smallest opening, but instead I'm hit with a sudden burst of agony that steals the strength from my body. "Aghhh!" I cry out as you drive your knee between my legs and I collapse to the floor.

The room spins around me. Every breath is a struggle. Pain radiates through my body, drowning out coherent thought.

Curled on my side, I can do little more than lie there, exhausted and overwhelmed. Everything hurts. Every ounce of fight has been drained from me, and I'm worried about what you might do.

[LvsCatfghtng]

Congrats on the win Monica! Just want to say that was one of the better polls I've followed in a while!! Well written by both ladies and good luck next time Nicole!!

[MonicaM]

Thanks for the nice note and for all the voting. It was fun. But now I have to finish her off.

It felt strangely satisfying to drive my knee into your pussy and now see you lying there, barely moving. Part of me was conflicted. Part of me was angry with myself. Maybe all of this had been building for years. I didn't know. I wasn't even sure if we would still be friends after this. I hoped we would.
But more than anything, I wanted this to be over. I wanted to hear you finally admit defeat.

With that in mind, I leaned down and rolled you flat onto your back. Your soft breasts with the big dark nipples falling to your side. I stretched your arms out to either side and held you there, pinning you in place. Wrapping my feet around your ankles I slowly stretch your legs open in a grapevine pin, fully exposing your beaten pussy. I glanced back at the guys. "Bet you've never had this view of Nicole before," I said. Their stunned expressions told me everything. I looked back down at you. Our faces were only inches apart.
"I want to hear you say it, Nicole," I said quietly. "Say you submit. Say it."
You stared back at me. Nothing. Not a word.I couldn't believe it. My frustration flared. I pressed you down harder and slammed your wrists against the floor. "Say it!" I shouted. Still nothing. "Fine," I said through clenched teeth. "Then we'll end it this way." I released my hold stood up then dropped down and drove my weight down onto your stomach, forcing every bit of air from your lungs. The impact left you gasping and helpless. You tried to move, but there was nothing left in you. I slowly slid myself up your chest and onto your face. I started grinding my as on you slowly. You struggled helplessly  but soon that even stopped. Slowly your kicks became smaller and smaller until they stopped altogether. Your body went limp. I got up and for a moment I just stood there, breathing heavily, looking down at you. It was over. I stepped back and looked at the two men standing there in complete disbelief. "Well," I said, trying to catch my breath, "that's that."

I stretched my aching shoulders and walked over to my husband, wrapping my arms around his neck, while across the room your husband knelt beside you, trying to bring you back around. The fight that had been building for years was finally finished.

[Collision of Curves]

Congrats Monica

[Charlene]

Wow, Nicole didn't put up much of a fight at all.

[Charlene]