Last Resort

[bcw8]

The resort was stunning. It was a gorgeous tropical paradise, populated with gorgeous guests.  The staff anticipated every need, every desire.  The very air was redolent of sex.   

Marcy held Max's hand as they walked to the pool.  She wanted everyone to see that he was hers.  He was an Adonis, rippling with muscle and giving off an incredible aura of virility.  Since they had arrived last night they had fucked five times, the last this morning just before heading to the pool.  She felt a little of his cum seeping into her bikini thong and her nipples tented the thin fabric of her top.  This was amazing; she was a queen, on top of the world!  She kissed Max at their lounge chairs and watched him walk away to pick up towels. 

He paused and turned his head as a sleek brunette in a black bikini spoke to him from her chair.  From painted toes her long legs rose to full hips and her flat hard tummy.  Her breasts swelled in her top. Her raven hair was long and fell partially across her face. 

"What did she say to you?" Marcy asked Max as he returned with their towels. 

"Nothing important," he said, but his voice was odd and Marcy could tell from his swim trunks that he was partly erect.  She looked at the brunette and found her eyes waiting. 

"Max," Marcy said. "Seriously. What did she say?"

He took a deep breath.

"She asked if you were good in bed."

Marcy smirked.  "Does she want to fuck me?"

Max was silent.

"Was that it?"

"Can we forget it?  Let's try the pool."

"Max -"

"She said ... that you looked like a good fuck ... but that she was better."

Marcy's eyes swung back to the woman, who smiled at her. 

Marcy stood, and ran her hands through her golden hair to push it back.  She was acutely aware that the motion lifted her breasts.  She tilted one hip.  Posing.   

Then she headed for the brunette, with a slight catwalk sway. Her breasts bounced gently in her top, the fabric friction stiffening her nipples more. 

"Don't talk to my man," she said to the brunette without  preamble. 

The brunette laughed.  "So he told you.  And you noticed, that he's hard?  What does that tell you?"

Marcy's face tightened. 

"He's thinking about it. About me," said the brunette.

"Just . . . Don't even talk to him," Marcy said. She tensed her abs without thinking; her fists clenched.  The brunette noticed.  She stretched, arching her back. 

"Here's the thing," she said. "You can't stop me."  She stood, and brushed past Marcy to dive into the pool, a graceful, shallow swoop.  She swam like an arrow underwater and surfaced where Max stood, boosting herself onto the pool deck, water streaming from her hair and body. He still held the towels and she took one, as if entitled to it.  She touched his face and spoke again as her fingers brushed down his chest and stomach and past the waistband of his trunks.  Then she walked away without a backward glance. 

Marcy closed her eyes with the image of the other woman's hand caressing Max's cock through his trunks lingering on her retinas.  She opened them again and walked back to him in rising fury. 

"What did she say?" Marcy hissed. 

Max knew it was useless.

"She said her name is Tania and -"

Marcy waited, vibrating in anger.

"And to tell you ... that she wants to fight you for me."

TBC

[Mike_Lynn]

The Master at work! Can't wait for more. M&L

[serjaz2000]

Can't wait for more

[serjaz2000]

The suspense is killing me

[Len]

For a second, I was hoping for a Marcy vs. Dana rematch from the Beach House series. Excited for this story! 

[bcw8]

Max trailed Marcy back to their bungalow, the pool forgotten.  Marcy slammed the door behind him and wheeled on him. 

"Who the fuck is that bitch!!"

He spread his hands and then tried to put them on her waist. She pushed him back.

"I don't know!" Max said.  "I've never seen her before!"

"Yeah?  She made you hard on first sight?"

"Babe. Come on."

"Don't come on me.  She did. She saw it. I saw it. And then you just let her fucking give you a hand job at the pool?"

"Marce, it wasn't like that and you know it!"

She relented slightly and let him pull her to him.  He kissed her mouth and after a moment she kissed him back.  Her hand slipped inside his trunks. 

"This is mine," she murmured, slowly stroking him. "She would have to fight me."

He turned to steel in her hand.  Her breath came faster. 

"You like that, don't you, Max.  What she said."

There was no point in denying it. His cock was his confession.

And it excited Marcy, incredibly so.  The thought of humbling that bitch. The thought of taking Max afterwards. 

"I'm going to do it," she purred, and he pulsed in her hand, moaning as his cum spurted and fell across her fingers. 

They saw her again at dinner.  She was in black, a low-cut gown that fit her like body paint.  Marcy had chosen white, a strapless gown.  She made sure she was on Max's arm and that she was seated facing Tania at her table for one.

Everyone in the room looked at both women with either envy or desire.

Tania stopped at their table on her way out.

"Hello, Max," she said. "Has your wife considered my proposal?"

"I have," Marcy answered before Max could move. She hated the way Tania spoke to him. "And I accept."

Tania's dark eyes shifted to her blue ones.  "Really," she breathed.  "Oh, this will be fun."

Marcy stood and stepped into Tania. The brunette didn't flinch.  Everyone in the dining room went silent, as if they were watching two panthers meet in a jungle clearing. 

"I spoke to the resort owner," Tania said smoothly. "In case you did step up.  There will be a circle of tiki torches on the beach at midnight.  You're invited, of course," she said to Max, and to the room, "You all are!"

Marcy felt a ripple of apprehension. Tania sensed it. 

"What's wrong, dear?  Is it the thought of so many people watching you crawl?"

"Marcy ..." Max started to speak but Tania wheeled to him and stopped him with a deep tongue kiss. 

"You won't interfere," she said after breaking the kiss.  "No one will.  Are you still sure, Marcy?  Still got the nerve?"

"Fuck you," Marcy hissed. 

Tania stepped forward into her, pushing her breasts into hers. 

"Let's be clear, you little bitch.  There's no rules.  There's no limits.  I am going to beat you into sobbing submission and fuck your man."

Then she turned and left. 

"Marcy," said Max softly.  "You don't have to do this."

Without turning to him, she reached for his groin.  He was as hard as before. 

"If I don't," she whispered, "every time we have sex I'll wonder if you're thinking of her."

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Marcy walked through the dark dunes towards the light of the torches. The night was still and muggy; the sea still as a black mirror.  She could see the gathering crowd.  Within the circle of fire, Tania waited, her black bikini merged with the flame-shadows dancing on her body.  Max trailed his wife, torn between fear for her and arousal over the primal hate between the two women. 

Marcy crossed the flat beach and entered the circle.  She had chosen a red bikini of nothing but string and slender strips of fabric over her nipples and her pussy. 

"The circle is closed," Tania said to their audience.  "No one else enters."

The torches crackled and hissed as they burned.  The scene was surreal; a pagan ritual. 

Tania peeled off her top and dropped it in the sand.  Her dark nipples jutted from compact areolae, high enough to cast shadows in the firelight across her breasts.  It was a wordless challenge. 

Marcy answered.  Her pink nipples stabbed the thick air, rising from areolae as wide as the opening of a champagne flute.  She instinctively cupped her bared breasts, prideful of her fullness and firmness.

Tania did the same.  For a long beat they faced off this way, then -

They flung themselves together, feet digging in the sand.  Tania twisted, and drove Marcy down into the beach, landing hard on top of her, pounding the air from her lungs.

Then quickly, but with deliberate care, Tania:

Lifted her arm and smashed her elbow down into Marcy's face.

Pushed up to all fours and slammed her knee into Marcy's pussy.

Scooped her hand full of sand and ground it into Marcy's eyes.

Tania rose to her feet as Marcy writhed, her hands scrabbling at her eyes.  The brunette lifted one foot and brutally stomped the fallen woman in her chest, crushing her breast on her ribcage.  Marcy gasped, twisted onto her side, her mouth half against the sand, her hair across her face. 

Tania kicked her in the face, sand flying. 

Marcy lay on her back staring up into the endless night, blood bubbling from her torn lips.  Her mind spun.  Her face...

Tania stomped her other breast. Marcy made a choked, broken sound, and again curled on her side.

Tania circled her, unhurriedly.  The crowd murmured.  Some looked at Max but he was frozen.  Tania bent at Marcy's head, gathering both hands full of her hair, and dragged her up to her knees.  She pressed her knee into her spine and pulled her head back. 

Dimly, Marcy realized she was being displayed to her husband.  Her breasts were thrust out. Her throat was exposed.  She was a sobbing puppet; Tania's toy. 

"Look at her, Max," Tania said loudly.  "Your wife is weak.  I'm doing you a favor."

She jammed her knee deeper into Marcy's back.  She slid her hands to Marcy's shoulders, then down her arms to her wrists.  She pulled her arms back, back further than Marcy thought possible.  The blonde moaned, her head sagging forward.  Her breasts were pulled tight; the muscles in her shoulders and chest stretched to the tearing point. 

"Give up, Marcy," Tania hissed.  "Give him to me."

[bcw8]

For a second, I was hoping for a Marcy vs. Dana rematch from the Beach House series. Excited for this story! 

You're going back in the archives, my friend!

[snw]

Glad to see you are sharing another very hot story. Looking forward to more.

[bcw8]

[caryn1]

is that the ending?

[bcw8]

"Never," Marcy sobbed. 

Tania's face twitched in fury, then composed again.   She let Marcy's arms fall, knowing it would be a moment before feeling returned to them.  She stepped in front of Marcy and as her face lifted she lashed a backhand across it.  Blood droplets from Marcy's lips spattered in an arc on the sand.

"Get up," Tania ordered.  But when Marcy managed to stand, Tania's fist in her guts buckled her legs again.  Tania caught her by her hair and held her as she slipped behind her and wrapped her arms around her torso.  Marcy's breasts were pushed up and together. Her skin gleamed with sweat in the torchlight. Her still-numb arms twitched as Tania squeezed her ribcage.  The groan from her parted lips was desperately erotic.  A thin trickle of blood drooled from her split lip into the valley of her crushed cleavage. 

"Marcy," Max's voice was unsteady.  "Marcy, enough.  Just submit.  End this."

"Listen to him," Tania purred into the seashell of Marcy's ear.  "He doesn't believe in you. He sees what everyone sees."  She pulled tighter, a human vise. Marcy's nipples were angled up, bulging under the pressure on the lower half of her breasts.  Tania lifted her and it cut off her air completely. 

The night sky tilted and spun.

Tania held her, airless, then threw her face-down in the sand.  Marcy sobbed for breath, grit stuck to the sweat on her body and the tears on her cheeks.  Tania nudged her legs apart and viciously jabbed her toes into her pussy, then stomped her heel down into her ass, driving her pelvis deeper into the sand.

Tania left Marcy lying there and left the torchlit circle to go to Max. She took his hands and lifted them to her own sweat-slick breasts, his thumbs instinctively circling her rigid nipples.  Her hand dropped to his cock. 

"Get away from him," Marcy sobbed, from her knees, her hair across her contorted face.   Tania looked over her shoulder, contemptuously.  Marcy rose, unsteadily.   Max dropped his hands.  Tania squeezed his erection and turned back into the circle, every step a match of arrogance. 

She twisted at the waist as Marcy hit her in the face.  She buckled and fell to her knees as Marcy's fist sank into her stomach.   She was stretched on her side in the sand as Marcy's knee smashed into her cheekbone.   

Marcy's lips bared her teeth in a snarl as she kicked her fallen foe in her head and in her tits. Her eyes were feral as she dropped to her knees astride Tania and punched down into her face.  Knuckles cut into Tania's beauty, her lips and around her eyes.  She shuddered with shock as Marcy hit her again and again.  She gagged as blood filled her mouth. 

Marcy stood, and stomped Tania's breasts just as the dark woman had done her.  Brutally. Sadistically.  The sand on her foot abraded Tania's nipples.  She wedged her foot under Tania's chin and stood on her throat.   

"You fucking bitch," Marcy spat. "I'll fucking kill you."

She dragged Tania up by her hair and turned back-to-back to her, pulling her head back across her shoulder and locking her hands together across her bruised throat.  She bent enough to lift Tania off her feet, her ass pressed into the small of her back, cruelly strangling her in the neck-breaking hold.  Tania's feet kicked uselessly as she scratched at Marcy's wrists for a long, airless minute. 

Marcy could not hold her longer. Tania crumpled to the sand. 

The fight that had been one-sided was now even. 

Marcy flexed her aching hands and arms as Tania slowly rose.  The crowd around them murmured like the surf. 

Marcy hit Tania in the body, in her ribs and belly, left fist, right fist.  Blood spewed from Tania's lips as the impacts drove sobbing gasps from her. 

Tania lashed her fist across Marcy's face, then backhanded her.  Marcy staggered sideways.  Tania's foot ripped up into her stomach with a spray of sand. 

Marcy groaned in agony but caught Tania's upraised calf, stepped into her, and drove her fist low into her pussy.  They crashed to the sand together.

The catball was cruel and bloody.   Both women clawed like lionesses, nails opening deep gouges in the other's face and breasts.  Both used the sand as a weapon, an abrasive ground into the enemy's cuts.  They fell apart and then slammed back together, again and again in the flickering torchlight.  They fought to their knees together and ripped at bikini bottoms and attacked between thighs, forcing gritty fingers deep into each other's pussy.   

Then Tania broke the frenzy by slamming her forehead like a sledgehammer into the bridge of Marcy's nose. 

Marcy was barely conscious as Tania rolled her onto her stomach and mounted her lower back.  With a grip in her hair, Tania dragged back her head far enough to lift her breasts from the sand.  Blood ran from her face down her throat to fan out over her chest.  Feet braced, Tania wrapped her arm around Marcy's throat and tightened it.

"Say it," Tania slurred.  "Say it, you fuckin bitch."

Max watched his wife's lips move, soundlessly.  There was blood on her teeth.  The crowd watched in silence. 

Tania tightened her choke more.  Marcy's breasts shuddered. Her nipples softened.   

"SUBMIT!! Tania screamed.   

"No..." Marcy croaked. 

One woman in the crowd began to clap.  Tania looked up, eyes wild.  Others began to clap as well.   

Tania screamed at them to stop.  She wrenched at Marcy's neck, shaking her battered tits.  The scene within the torchlight was brutally macabre, some sort of pagan ritual.  Marcy's hair masked her face as Tania's fury boiled out. 

The crowd still clapped. 

Tania released her choke, dropping Marcy face-down in the churned sand.  She stood, trembling, breasts heaving. 

"She's finished!" Tania shouted, her eyes flicking from watcher to watcher. 

Marcy stirred and lifted herself to hands and knees.   Tania spun and stared at her. 

"Fire...and water." The same unknown woman's voice.  Tania's head whipped around but she could not tell who spoke.  It was like an incantation, a call. 

Marcy stood.  She was human wreckage, but she stood. 

Tania turned to the sea and walked out of the torchlight.  Marcy drew a deep shuddering breath, and followed. 

Beyond the dying torchlight they fought in the surf, two shadows.  Eyes strained to tell them apart.  They clubbed each other with fists. They drove knees into bellies and backs.  They fell into the incoming tide and waves washed over their war, oblivious to the insanity of two holidays turned into a savage struggle. 

On their knees they gripped each other's dripping hair with one hand and drove their free fist into the other's body, sobbing in harmony to the percussive thuds.  Salt and sand turned their cuts into wounds.  They sank their nails into breasts and tore the flesh.  The sea swallowed their blood. 

At last one whispered surrender. 

She was ignored. 

She screamed submission, her voice breaking.

The other dragged her down into the surf and pinned her face beneath the water. 

Max waded in. 

"Marcy," he said. "Enough."

His wife looked up, her eyes empty of humanity. 

[Rocko23]

Superb as always. Glad Marcy won. Wonder if she killed Tania.

[snw]

Best part of your stories are the comments between the girls and man they're fighting over. No matter who eventually wins whichever girl you are cheering for has her moments in charge and can be pictured as the winner if you stop reading before the end. I'm at loss as to how you can write such a detailed picture of what's happening without the story being so long. It's a talent I suppose and I thank you for sharing it. Sure hope it's much sooner than later for your next story!

[bcw8]

I

Superb as always. Glad Marcy won. Wonder if she killed Tania.

 I like to leave some things for the reader to decide!

[bcw8]

Best part of your stories are the comments between the girls and man they're fighting over. No matter who eventually wins whichever girl you are cheering for has her moments in charge and can be pictured as the winner if you stop reading before the end. I'm at loss as to how you can write such a detailed picture of what's happening without the story being so long. It's a talent I suppose and I thank you for sharing it. Sure hope it's much sooner than later for your next story!

Best part of your stories are the comments between the girls and man they're fighting over. No matter who eventually wins whichever girl you are cheering for has her moments in charge and can be pictured as the winner if you stop reading before the end. I'm at loss as to how you can write such a detailed picture of what's happening without the story being so long. It's a talent I suppose and I thank you for sharing it. Sure hope it's much sooner than later for your next story!

Thank you!  Comments are motivation.

[bcw8]