Mad Women, Ch 9
This is a work of fantasy and the human imagination.
The morning before her lingerie catfight with Debleena Daniella spent walking through East Hampton. She had awoken well before dawn in the Watts’ guest house there and knew immediately she would not get back to sleep. Over and over, she had thought about Debleena and how this woman had been set on tormenting since the first time they’d met—even before Dani had really interacted with her. Dani had boxed a wealthy German woman named Amalia, who was a friend of Debleena’s. And Dani had won, beating her in front of her wealthy friends. Dani was not wealthy, and although she had grown up comfortably enough and had attended Barnard, she had never and would never be apart of the truly wealthy circle that was governed by women like Amalia and Debleena. And Debleena’s daughter Kaira, whom Dani had also fought, a brutal fistfight after work one night that Dani had ultimately lost. In her guest bed, Dani thought about her fistfight with Kaira and how much she’d hurt afterward and how embarrassing it had been to lose, and she had thought what she was going to do to her mother Debleena that night.
She had also thought a lot about Anna, her coworker. The night before, Anna had fought and beaten Kaira in a fight in the mud. There was a rule against punching to the face, and Dani thought that the rule meant that Anna had not really beaten Kaira. It wasn’t the same as facing her in a real fight. But, the guests had seen Anna out there with Kaira, had been watching as the two of them grappled with each other and wallowed in the mud, and Dani had to admit that the two of them had looked good out there. And of course, they had seen Anna win, and they wouldn’t really care about the no-punching rule. It was a fight and Anna won. That’s what they had seen, and that’s what they would talk about. And then at the end, Anna had called her up in front of everyone to make her kiss the girl who had kicked her ass. She’d done it to humiliate her. And she had needed to humiliate her because when the two of them fought Ashely and Sydney, Dani had done most of the work, had carried Anna really. Debleena had put that together, too, finding two women from Dani’s past who wanted another shot at her. Plus, Dani knew that she had looked better in front of everyone than Anna had, in their bikinis, with their makeup and hair done, oiled up as Debleena’s weird husband had wanted. They had all been looking at her, not at Anna.
So, with these thoughts running through her head over and over, thinking about Anna and Kaira and Debleena, all of whom hated her and wanted to outshine her and humiliate her, Dani went for a walk through the village. The sun was coming up by the time she got back to the Watts’ house, and she had tried to get her breakfast and get back to her bedroom. But Anna was there at the small table, as if waiting for her. The ladies had been allowed to stay in the guest house, which had just their two bedrooms and a little living room and table area to eat and sit around, so that the Watt family would not have to see them and there would be no fireworks before the show. Anna was moving slowly, but because of the rules of their fight, Dani reflected, she had come through relatively unscathed. Both of them were eating eggs and a bowl of oatmeal with coffee, brought over by a maid. They sat together at the table and, at first, ate in silence. When she felt like enough time had passed, Dani congratulated Anna on her win the night before, but she did it in a voice that let Anna know that she was only congratulating her because it was expected of her. And Anna thanked her in a similar tone, letting her know that she knew that Dani was not, in fact, happy for her and that she was jealous of her for her being Kaira in front of her guests and her boyfriend. They ate mostly in silence from that point, with only a bit of perfunctory small talk that let both of them know that they were stuck together because of their situation and were not allies, much less friends. As she finished eating, Dani reflected that she really preferred it this way, knowing who Anna really was. They couldn’t say what they were really thinking, because it was quite likely that they would come to blows, but Anna was still worn out from the night before and Dani had to stay fresh for her fight with Debleena that afternoon.
In the early afternoon, a driver picked up both young women and took them to the racquetball club where the catfight would take place. Anna and Dani sat in the back seats, both of them leaning as far into the door, as far away from each other, as possible. Dani could feel the tension in the air, and not just because of her apprehension over the fight she was about to have and how badly she needed to win it. This girl she had brought into this, who might have been her friend, had sold her out to make herself look good in front of a bunch of rich people who didn’t really care about either of them. As they coasted through the village, Dani snuck a look in Anna’s direction and found her glancing at her at the same time. Dani’s breath hitched in her chest, anticipating the beginning of a fight there in the car, and she knew that Anna felt the same. And she wanted to. Anna had put on a summer dress with an immodest neckline, and it was showing off quite a bit of her well-toned leg in the car, as it would while Anna was sitting with the audience. It was like she couldn’t even help herself but had to try to get the attention on her even during Dani’s much-anticipated catfight with Debleena. In the end, Dani just shook her head with disdain and focused on the tourist shops and restaurants that lined the street.
At the athletic club, Dani was taken to her own locker room, where she changed into her lingerie. The Watts had provided a woman to do Dani’s hair and makeup, and sitting in the chair in her bra and panties and stockings, facing the mirror while the woman worked, she felt like she was being prepared for a duel, like she was a mixture of a gladiatrix and a model. The woman was very good, and she even hummed while she worked. When she was ready, Dani was led to the racquetball court where they would fight. Debleena was already there. She was quite a sight, but Dani reminded herself that she was, too. Dani scanned the room and made note of the one end, all glass, where their audience was seated. Right in the middle was Kaira, with her boyfriend, and next to the boyfriend was Anna in her dress. Dani made eye contact with each young woman in turn and then turned her focus to her opponent.
Dani and Debleena were now standing in front of each other, the racquetball court otherwise empty but for the two of them and the referee. The fluorescent lighting was harsh and overly bright and it gave an otherworldly glare to the stage for their fight. Or rather, their cage. Dani in her white lingerie, Debleena in dark red, and both of them were the embodiment of beauty and feminine aggression. Dani’s frizzy light brown, almost blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and onto her back, in contrast to Debleena’s black and perfectly straight hair. Both women had well-formed and capable bodies, Dani’s broader in the hips and her ass, her full, larger breasts swelling up out of the cups of her lace bra, her stockings encasing her thighs and calves and her otherwise bare feet. Debleena was older, somewhere close to forty, but her body seemed impossibly tight. The outlines of her abs peeked through along her stomach, and her thighs looked tight, her ass perfectly spherical. Her breasts were smaller than Dani’s but looked just as firm as her stomach and thighs, her cleavage as if it were sculpted by the same artist who had made her face. The nipples of both women showed clearly through the lace of their bras, hard and erect in their anticipation of what was to come. She and Dani were glaring at each other, ready to fight, their chests rising and falling with their breathing, hands clenching into fists and releasing again and again as they waited. Dani felt the power of her own beauty like a river of energy flowing through her body. Every piece of her ached to engaged with Debleena, who had done so much to conspire against her, to humiliate her because she supported herself rather than marrying a wealthy man. And this rich woman, who hated her so much, who had sent her daughter after her to beat her ass. Dani felt the daughter’s ass sitting on her face, her fists pounding on her body, and she felt like she was coming out of her skin.
“We will begin with an exchange of 5 slaps to the bare bosom,” the referee announced, facing their audience. To the two of them, he said, “Ladies, if you will remove your brassieres, we will begin.”
Dani and Debleena both slid off their bras. Dani’s larger breasts stood out proudly from her chest wall, tipped by her large, dark nipples, rock hard in her eagerness. Debleena’s were somewhat smaller but very firm, and like her daughter’s they stood in contrast to her firm, hard body. Her areolae were enormous, like they engulfed the entire front of her bosom, and very dark, almost black. Both women were staring at each other’s chest and then the ref called for them to start.
Dani went first, and she nailed the older woman on the outside of her left breast with a sharp slap with her right hand. Debleena took it and gave her one right back, also with her right hand. An instant after the blow was struck, it felt like a jolt of electricity ran through Dani’s entire chest. She tried to suppress the urge, but she couldn’t and she rubbed her hand against her breast, as if that would sooth the pain. Debleena smirked at her as she did. They exchanged another round in the same way, with the same results. For the third round, Dani put all she had into the slap, really torquing her hips, and making sure to hit Debleena in the same spot. Getting it just right, she made the breast deform and swing up and bounce back down on the woman’s chest. Debleena involuntarily gasped and held herself and then she looked up at Dani, glaring darkly. And this time, rather than slap her, she turned herself and chopped her across the bust. Dani yelped in pain and staggered back, immediately covering her wounded chest with both hands.
“She can’t do that!” Dani shouted.
“Open hand, bitch,” Debleena responded.
It felt like she’d been punched in the chest by a giant. After a few seconds, the ref gestured for Dani to continue “or forfeit the turn.” Dani looked up and saw Kaira smirking at her, the selfsame expression as her mother’s, and that gave Dani the resolution to step up. Looking to imitate the strike, Dani turned to the side as Debleena had and swung her arm as Debleena had, but she had never done it before and she was still hurting from the chop and it didn’t land properly. Debleena took it and chopped her again right away, with the same result. This time Dani went back several steps and she bent over at the waist, again hugging her wounded bosom. For her last slap, she went back to her original technique, and again she was able to make Debleena’s breast shake and wobble badly, but then she had to stand up straight and take the last chop. It nearly put her down on her ass. Finally, it was over, and the ladies both slid their bras back on, Debleena with much greater ease than Dani.
At last, the stepped forward and reiterated the rules, three minute rounds, one minute of rest between rounds, submission only allowed between rounds. “And the winner will have 5 minutes to hurt the loser however she likes,” he added. “Daniella, are you ready?” he asked, to which she nodded. “Mrs. Watt, are you ready?” he asked, turning to her now, and she too nodded.
And with a wave of his hand, the ref signaled for them to start and retreated across the court. Immediately, Dani lurched forward and threw a right and a left, but Debleena was backing up and circling away from the start and the punches fell far afield. Dani reset her fists into a guard and hopped toward her opponent, who also had her fists up and ready. Dani threw a left jab that landed against Debleena’s arm and a right that she dodged, and the Indian woman slugged her in the stomach in response. Dani took the punch and clobbered her in the ear with her fist, sending her stumbling back and holding the side of her head. But the effect of the punch to her stomach were only delayed, and she slowed up and touched her hand against her abs and wasn’t able to follow up in time. The two of them both reset their footing and hands and they slowly approached each other. Dani got off first, throwing a right aimed at Debleena’s face, but the other woman slipped it and got her in the ribs with a left fist. Then she followed it up with a right fist into the center of Dani’s face. Tears welled up in her eyes right away, and she brought her hands up defensively while she blinked her eyes clear. Debleena took advantage and nailed her in her chest with a right and a left and then slugged her in the stomach, bringing her fist up into Dani’s gut, twisting her hips and generating tremendous force. Dani was bent forward at the waist by the force of the punch, and she clasped her hands over herself there, as if she meant to grab hold of Debleena’s fist. But the older woman slipped her hand free and then she clocked Dani in the side of the face with her other hand.
The force of the blow sent Dani sprawling to the hardwood floor. She landed hard, banging her knees and elbows, but she still had her senses enough to try to scramble free. But Debleena stayed on her, kicking her in the side as she came back up to her knees. Dani was trying to get up to her feet but Debleena grabbed her by the hair from behind. She yanked Dani’s head back by the hair on the back of her head so that she was staring up at the ceiling, and with Debleena staying behind her, for just an instant Dani was looking up at her from below, so that the swell of her chest was outlined against the fluorescent lights above them. Then, with her other hand, she began hitting her in the side of the face, quick hard slaps that rang out loud in the hard-surfaced court. Dani was stunned by the shots, but soon enough she recovered and moved to defend herself. She gripped Debleena’s arm with both hands and yanked down hard and twisted herself as she did so, flipping the Indian woman over her shoulder. She landed on her back in front of Dani and lay stunned. Her landing had been loud, a tremendous thudding sound in the racquetball court, and Dani thought that she had hit her head on the hardwood floor and she took advantage. From her knees, she threw wild punches at Debleena’s face and body. Dani landed one after another until the other woman recovered enough to get her hands up and protect herself. At that point, Dani crawled forward and tried to pin her arms down, thinking to mount her and punish her with impunity. The two ladies were struggling like this, Debleena on her back and Dani over her, handfighting and slapping at each other, when the ref blew his whistle to signal the end of the round.
The two of them separated and moved to opposite sides of the court. Both of them were sweating freely, hair plastered to their neck and shoulders, and they stood with their hands on their hips, staring at each other and breathing deeply. Their lingerie was showing the strain of their fighting but was relatively undamaged thus far. At the end of the one minute of rest, the referee asked both women if they wanted to submit, as he was required to do, and of course both declined. Then he signaled for them to start the second round and they both came forward. Dani felt good about how the first round had gone, and she rushed at the other woman, eager to engage. She threw a right hand that landed cleanly on Debleena’s cheek and a left that went into her chest, and now she had her backing up. Dani chased her, throwing punches that came up short as Debleena kept retreating. The Indian was getting close to a corner, and Dani thought she had her trapped. The Latina barged straight forward, expecting the other woman to bump against the wall and get off balance trying to avoid her, as she had after the punches landed. But instead, Debleena stood her ground and attacked, launching her entire body forward with a wild right punch. The blow caught Dani right on the chin and sent her to the ground. Dani landed hard and Debleena came down on top of her. It was like Dani’s body locked up and then her opponent was on her. Dani felt her hair being pulled and she knew that the older woman was going to slam her head on the hardwood and she made herself tense up her neck and shoulders, lessening the impact. One slam against the wood, two, but Dani was able to mollify the blows somewhat and then she fought back. She pulled on the pure black hair and thrashed her body, sending the two catfighters rolling across the floor.
The two women fought like that on the floor, pulling hair and slapping at each other. For the first time Dani was aware of the other woman’s strength and her presence. It was like she was locked up with a lioness, a woman who could exert her strength endlessly without tiring. Dani tried to roll free, looking to get to her feet and box with her rather than wrestle, but as she came up, Debleena somehow got hold of her again and got her legs locked around her waist. Dani sank back down to the floor with the Indian’s legs scissoring her in half. It was like the thighs were going to pass straight through her waist. Dani groaned in pain and pulled and tugged at the legs clamped onto her. To get better leverage, Debleena leaned back, bracing herself on her hands, lifting her ass off the floor. Now the pain was too much. She could feel her face turning red. Dani punched Debleena’s thighs, but the other woman just took it and she even turned her hips toward Dani, making it feel like she was being squeezed like a tube of toothpaste. Dani gave up on hitting the hard thighs and instead reached out with one hand and seized hold of Debleena’s breast. The woman gave a yelp of pain and coming up on one hand, leaning closer, she popped Dani in the face with her fist. And again and again. Instinctively, Dani turned away from the punches, and she now found herself face down with the other woman above her still with her waistlock in place. The pain was so much. Dani was slapped on the face a few times, from both sides, and then she felt her bra being torn away. But somehow, Dani dug deep and powered herself up to her hands and knees and then up to her feet, barely, tottering to keep her balance. Debleena had to release the scissors and Dani could feel her sliding down her back.
But there was no relief. Instead, Debleena clamped her arms around Dani’s torso and, before she could react to protect herself, she popped her up into the air and slammed her down to the floor. Dani crashed into hardwood on her shoulder with the Indian beauty on top of her. She felt herself being turned onto her back and the other woman sitting on top of her and she was hit across the face back and forth. Everything was spinning. She was in the process of raising her arms up to protect herself when she heard the referee’s whistle, ending the round. Putting her hands on Dani’s chest, Debleena pushed herself up and got to her feet, leaving Dani laying on her back. A lot of the rest period had expired by the time Dani got up off the floor and to her feet. Topless now, her face and torso feeling bruised and red and flush, she stood before Debleena, who seemed calm, rested, and relatively undamaged. Dani told herself that she would not lose to this hard bitch. The referee first asked Debleena if she wanted to submit, and she just smirked and shook her head. Then he asked Dani, and she replied with an emphatic “hell, no.”
And the third round began with the two women coming out slowly, cautiously. Dani still felt drained by what she’d been through at the end of the previous round. Debleena, for her part, seemed wary but also confident. Both of them had their fists up in front, at the ready. Debleena threw a punch at Dani’s face, then another, but she stepped back and clear of them and rotated away. Debleena came at her again, and this time Dani stepped forward at the same time. She got inside Debleena’s reach and peppered her with short quick punches to her torso, thumping her fists into the woman’s ribs and her hard abs and up into her breasts. Debleena took them and threw her arms around Dani. Dani felt the arms around her and the position of Debleena’s hips and she knew that she was looking to toss her again. The Colombian beauty got her feet wide and sunk her hips down and got her arms about Debleena’s back and clenched her tight. Their faces and their large breasts were pressed together as the two grappled with each other, turning in a circle. While they were clenched up, Dani took advantage of the chance and repaid Debleena by ripping open her bra strap. She heard Debleena growl in anger and then the Indian stamped her foot down on Dani’s. It hurt a surprising amount and Dani repaid that, too. They went in another circle and now Debleena made another attempt to toss Dani. The Latina responded by driving her knee up into the pit of her stomach. The blow struck home, and Dani repeated the move, at which point the Indian woman turned her loose and backed away.
Holding both hands over the bottom of her stomach, Debleena was standing there with a dazed and hurting expression on her face. Dani took advantage. She hit her in the face with a right, then a left, then another right, knocking her head back and forth. Debleena was rocked, but she somehow maintained her presence and again part of Dani took note of how well-conditioned and fit she was. The older woman was raising her fists up to guard against Dani’s punches, so instead, she kicked her in the thigh. That sent Debleena backward, and Dani rushed her and slammed her knee into her body. Debleena went down to her knees, clutching at her stomach, and Dani stood in front of her. She hit her across the face with a left and a right, sending her head back and forth, black hair whipping through the air, and then she gripped her by that long straight hair and held her in place and slammed her knee up into her chest over and over. On the last knee, she let go of her hair, and the force of the blow sent Debleena sliding down to lie prone on the floor. Dani stood over her and stamped her foot down on Debleena’s hand and then she kicked her in the chest and ripped off her loose bra. Then Dani kneeled down behind her and wrapped the bra around her throat and choked her with it. Debleena got a few fingers up between her neck and the fabric, partially saving herself, but Dani got about twenty seconds to choke her like that before the end of the round. As the referee blew his whistle to signal the time, Dani looked up and caught the eye of Kaira, who was now standing at the glass wall and shouting and pounding on the glass. As Dani let go of the bra, she put her hand to her ear in an “I can’t hear you” gesture and shook her head.
The two fighters waited for the rest period to end. Both were breathing hard and sweat ran freely down their perfect bodies, over their exposed breasts and down their stomachs into the lace of their panties and stockings, which were starting to come apart with runs and tears. To Dani’s great pleasure, Debleena looked considerably more agitated than she had after the previous round. They had their fists up and stood motionless just a few feet from each other. Dani hit her in the mouth with a left jab and Debleena hit her right back on the cheek with a right and both of them just absorbed the shots. Dani circled to her left and got her with another left to the mouth, rocking her head back just a little, and then she fired a stiff right into her bosom. Debleena grunted and hit Dani in the chest with a right and then got her on the cheek with a left and on the eyebrow with a right. Dani backed up and Debleena followed. Debleena got her with an uppercut to her boob, a solid hit, distorting the large mound, and Dani covered herself up and backed up again. She threw a wild right that got Debleena on the cheek and then she whipped a left fist into her chest and threw a right into her ribs. At that point, it was as if some silent bell rang. Both women threw punches, everything they had, right and left fists striking home on the face, the chest, the body, with no defense and no retreat. They just planted their stockinged feet on the hardwood floor and let go. They were twisting their hips with the punches, which emphasized the perfect lines of their bare backs and their hips, butts, and thighs, the light brown of the one woman and the darker brown of the other. Hair flying through the air. When they were done, both of them were still standing and both of them were a mess. Blood trickled from the nose and mouth of both women and bruising was clearly forming on their faces and their bodies. They were gasping for air, heads bent forward, and their hands hung open down at their sides.
Suddenly, Debleena screamed and lunged forward. She crashed into Dani and drove her backward until she collided with the wall, pinning her there. The Latina felt her ribs collapse with the force of the collision and the strong Indian’s driving strength, but she somehow maintained her composure. She grabbed hold of Debleena’s hair and pulled with everything she had, but then she felt a piercing pain in her breast. Debleena had hold of her left boob and was mauling her, digging in her fingers and crushing her. The pain was immense, so strong was the fit woman’s grip. Dani wailed and tried to shove her away, but the Indian beauty kept driving her backward into the wall, and then she began pulling her forward and slamming her back into the hard plaster over and over again. Dani yanked on the black hair and hit and slapped at her back and endured the breast mauling as well as she could until the round ended. And every second, Debleena was mauling her and slamming her and kneeing her in the thigh, leaning on her, grinding her forehead against her cheek and eye. Dani was somehow sharply aware of the black hair getting into her eye. When the whistle finally sounded, Dani felt like she was peeling herself off the wall, like her entire dorsal side was abraded and coarse. Debleena stepped back and, setting her hands on her hips, stared at her, huffing and puffing. Dani felt like she was deliberately in her space and she shoved her in the chest. Immediately, Debleena shoved her back. They were starting to go for each other when the referee began blowing his whistle and pulling them apart. He got them separated and scolded Dani for instigating after the end of the round and then he started the timer.
The two women glared darkly at each other as the minute of rest ticked off, and at the end the ref did not ask if they wanted to submit. He just signaled for them to start fighting again and they did so, eagerly. They stepped to the center of the racquetball court and threw punches at each other with no regard for protecting themselves or conserving energy. Dani took shots to her mouth and her eye and she worked on Debleena’s stomach and chest. The Indian woman moved down and targeted her chest and the Latina moved up and hit her in face repeatedly. Soon enough, the punches slowed down and their hands were dropping down toward their waist between strikes. They were gasping and panting and their eyes had gone dead but still they threw hands. One after another, grunting in pain and exertion with each blow, moving slowly, they traded shots across the face or to the body. Dani took one across the jaw and with a great surge, twisting her hips and pivoting her feet, she nailed Debleena in the center of her face with a blistering left. The other woman was exhausted and the punch sent her falling backward. She crashed into the solid wall behind her and slid down and landed on her ass. Dani stood before her, panting for air, feeling like her heart was going to burst out of her chest, and then she regathered herself and acted on the other woman. She dragged Debleena up to her feet and held her in place by the hair with one hand and hit her in the face with the other until she felt her go loose in her grip. Then Dani seized her by the hair with both hands and spinning in a circle flung her face first back into the same wall. Debleena hit hard and slumped down to her knees, and when she hit the floor Dani fell on top of her. From behind, her chest pressed tight against her back, hips in close to hers, her face against the side of her head so that those black hairs were in her eye again, she reached around and grabbed hold of her large breasts. Digging in, squeezing, she gouged the firm mounds with all the strength she had. All the time, she pushed down on her, constricting her breathing. Debleena just stayed like that, suffering, until the referee signaled the end of the round.
Dani pushed herself up off the other woman and stood over her for several seconds until she backed up. As she did, she caught the eye of Kaira and blew her a kiss and pushed her hair back out of her face with both hands, a move that made her spectacular breasts all the more pronounced. Her chest and her face felt raw and bruised with all the damage she had taken but at that moment, to Dani, everything felt like it had been worth it. Eventually, Debleena rose to her feet and turned and faced her and the two fighters waited for the rest period to end. The ref had moved in between them this time, and at the end, he did ask each of them if they wanted to submit. Both declined, and he stepped back and waved them toward each other.
Dani came forward confidently, expecting Debleena to be worn out and cowed, looking to continue the beating she’d started in the last round, thinking of how good it would feel to land more punches on her beautiful face and body. But instead, Debleena rushed forward and flung herself into the air, feet first. Her feet struck Dani in the chest, full force, totally surprising her and knocking her flat on her back. All the air left her body and it felt like her life had stopped. She lay staring up at the ugly, glaring fluorescent lights for several seconds, possibly forever, and then Debleena was standing over her. She stamped her foot down on her stomach and then on her chest and then she lifted her up by her hair and stood her up. As soon as she was up, Dani involuntarily bent over, holding her hands over her aching chest, and Debleena threw a brutal uppercut into her face. The blow knocked her straight up and then Debleena grabbed her by the arm with both hands and then spinning flung her into the glass wall. Dani hit face first and just had time to see that she was facing their audience, the men and women watching them fight, including Anna and Kaira, and then she found herself yanked backward by the hair and slammed forward into the glass again. Her face and chest were smashed into the pane and she could feel her boobs flattened out against the cool hardness of it and her cheek too. The Indian woman held her there, her hand pressed against the Latina’s head, and pounded her in the lower back over and over again, ruthless punches to her kidneys. Then she yanked her backwards savagely and spun her loose, sending her sliding across the hardwood.
Dani lay on her side, telling herself that she had to get up, that she would not lose this catfight, and then the other woman crashed into her. They went rolling together across the floor, gripping each other around the shoulders, bodies pressed tight together, their large breasts swelling out under their arms, their thighs entangled, the last remains of their stockings hanging loose from their legs. They held onto each other and then they pulled hair and smacked each other on the back and then they came apart and rose up to their hands and knees. They stayed like that for an instant, breasts and hair hanging below them, and then they came up straight. Still on their knees, they exchanged punches, a right and a left each, slowly, painfully. Debleena’s second punch knocked Dani over backward and she lunged forward and landed on top of her. She had fallen flat and, looking to mount Dani and pin her under her to punish her, began sliding up her body. Dani realized what she was doing and clamped onto her, wrapping her arms around the middle of her back and holding her down. This pushed Debleena’s large breasts into her face, and as soon as Dani felt the flesh against her face she opened her mouth and bit into it. Debleena howled in pain and tried to push herself away but Dani held on. They rolled again and now Dani was on top, still biting her breast, but now Debleena could pull on her hair. She pulled Dani’s head up like that, stretching out her tit, and eventually Dani lost her bite on the sweaty mound. Debleena rolled her over, still holding her by the hair with one hand, and pounded short, quick punches into her face until the ref blew his whistle to end the round.
Debleena put her hand across Dani’s face and braced herself as she rose to her feet, causing Dani to call her a stupid bitch. In response, Debleena kicked Dani in the thigh as she still lay on her back, and the ref got between them and escorted Debleena across the racquetball court. Dani pushed herself and stood with her hands on her hips, breathing hard, sweat pouring down her body, and Debleena did the same. They stared at each other, large breasts rising and falling, the beating both of them had taken showing clearly on their faces and bodies, and then when the minute was over they stepped up yet again, ready to fight. Debleena got Dani in the face with a sharp straight punch and Dani got her right back with the same and then whipped her other fist across, nailing her on the cheek. Debleena retaliated with a punch to her breast and another to her face, and then the two women stood there, panting. They had expended what energy they’d recovered during their rest. From there, it was slow, deliberate punches and no defense. Debleena hit her in the face and Dani hit her back, both women grunting, getting knocked side to side, bruising piling on bruising, blood running from their noses and their mouths, legs wobbling, footing uncertain. This went on and on. Finally, after some ungodly amount of time, Dani blocked one of the punches and hit her across the face with three shots, one after another, and then turning herself, she chopped Debleena across the middle of her chest. Her large bust had taken nearly as much attention as her face, and she moaned and took a step back. Feeling encouraged and energized by the show of weakness, Dani chopped her again. And again, and again, each one putting her another step back. No mistakes in Dani’s technique now, as the motion of the strikes just came naturally to her. Each blow hit with a loud thwack that seemed to fill up the court and sent her breasts wobbling. Finally, Debleena hit her back against the glass of the visitors’ section. She could not retreat any farther. Dani laid into her with everything she had left. Punches to the face, the breasts, and the stomach, and then when she saw the ref grabbing his whistle out of the corner of her eye, she kneed Debleena right between the legs.
As the whistle blew, the Indian woman slid down the glass painfully, both hands on her crotch, making a terrible sound from deep inside. Her eyes were shut and her head was pressed back against the glass. Dani stepped back, out of breath, out of energy, and without even realizing what she was doing she dropped down to one knee to rest. She was still facing the audience and she could see the intense interest of everyone else’s faces and the fear on Kaira’s and the mixture of the two on Anna’s and all of it made her feel good. The beautiful woman she’d been fighting, who had hurt her so much and whom she had hurt so much, was still sitting on her ass, eyes closed, and Dani thought maybe the fight was over. As the rest period ended, the ref first asked Dani if she wanted to continue, and then he asked Debleena. Dani watched eagerly as she just sat there, but then after a second she nodded and came up to her feet.
The next round saw the two women circling. Dani thought that she was only a few punches away from a victory, and when she got a step ahead of Debleena she lunged forward, throwing out a right, a left, and another right. But Debleena was not finished and had possibly been playing possum. She dodged to the side and nailed Dani in the stomach with a fist and then kicked her in the back of her leg. Dani stumbled and took a punch to her cheek and then another to her mouth and then a combo to her large chest. She was stumbling back now and Debleena was advancing on her. The older fighter got her in the mouth with another one but Dani was able to keep backing away and avoid its follow-ups. Dani raised her hands to protect her face and Debleena dove into her, putting her shoulder into Dani’s midsection. They went to the floor, hard, and tore at each other. Sweaty, aching bodies pressed together, full breasts swelling out under their armpits from the intensity of their embrace, they pulled hair and smacked and hit. Dani felt the other woman bite her on the shoulder and she retaliated in kind. Clumps of hair were strewn across the floor as they rolled back and forth. Soon enough, Dani got on top and got her arm wrapped around Debleena’s neck in a headlock. She rotated her hips and spread her feet out to avoid being tipped over and then she cranked on Debleena’s head, pulling it in toward her, and then she began slamming her fist up into Debleena’s face. One punch after another. Dani could feel the heat of their battered bodies as they lay pressed together. The Indian yanked on her hair and Dani gave her more punches and then she reached between the Latina’s legs and pinched and pulled at her pussy and still Dani fed her more abuse and eventually the other woman stopped fighting back. Dani kept hitting her until the ref finally blew the whistle.
Daniella slid off the other woman’s body and sat back on her haunches. Debleena’s face was a mess, and she was lying on her back, staring absently up at the ceiling. Her chest and her abs rose and fell with her breathing, and her arms were splayed out. Her stockings had been shredded and the muscle of her thighs showed through the ruins. Dani was panting and she felt like her entire body was full of poison and she just sat like that, her gorgeous legs folded under her, her ass pressed hard against her feet, which were now bare as her stockings had evaporated long ago, her fabulous breasts raw and punished from the violence of the catfight, hair ruined, face feeling like the other woman’s looked. Dani waited there, only a foot or two from her victim, as the minute went by. When the ref stepped forward to check on Debleena, Dani felt like she had recovered only a small fraction of her strength and energy and she was breathing like she was at the end of a long sprint. But, she knew that if the other woman answered the call, she would too, because there was no other way. She would not lose to her.
“Debleena, do you want to submit?” the referee asked, standing over her.
And somehow, Debleena said “no.” Then she turned over onto her stomach, and just for a moment one could admire her finely sculpted ass, barely covered by her panties, and the musculature of her back. Then, she pushed herself up to her feet. Dani did the same, and the ref got out of their way and waved them together. Debleena was standing, but her arms were down at her side. Her lips and nose were busted open, and her eyes were swelling, but Dani could see the hatred in them and she had no remorse. She hit her across the face, nailing her on the cheek, and Debleena’s head was spun around and she stagged, but she righted herself and hit Dani back. Dani hit her again and Debleena hit her back again. Dani’s punches were hurting Debleena, but Debleena’s had nothing behind them and Dani just took it. She hit the Indian beauty over and over and finally she fell over backwards. She hit the floor hard and lay there and Dani stood over her. She stamped her foot down on the other woman’s stomach and then did the same to her chest and one more to her stomach. Debleena lay motionless, breathing hard, still staring at Dani with great anger. Dani was exhausted and she needed time to gather her energy but then when she did, she hauled the Indian up to her feet and then, holding her in place with her left hand, she blasted her in the chin with the right, and down she went again. Dani stood there, gasping, and then the round ended.
Dani sunk down to her hands and knees and gulped in as much air as she could and Debleena lay on her back. Soon enough, what only felt like a few seconds to the busty Latina, the ref went to Debleena and asked again if she would submit.
Debleena only moaned in response.
“Debleena, are you submitting to Daniella?” he asked.
This time, the Indian beauty stirred, as if she were going to push herself up on her elbows, but she collapsed onto her back again.
The referee blew his whistle and waved his arms over his head. “That’s it. Daniella has won.”
“She hasn’t submitted,” Dani objected.
“She can’t continue. That’s submitting. The match is over.”
Dani got to her feet, slowly and painfully. Even in that one minute, the beginning of the agony she would feel in the morning had started to set in. “Fuck that. The rule was that we continue until she submits. And I want to hear her submit.”
She was starting to walk forward, and the ref faced her and put his hands on her shoulders to keep her away from Debleena. Dani was going to try to slide past him, but at that moment, she heard the door to the racquetball court slam open. Turning, she saw Kaira charging her. Dani raised her fists, but it was like she was moving in slow motion, and the young beauty was all over. A right and a left to the face, and Dani was sprawled out on her back with the other girl standing over her. The referee had caught her up, and now, Dani sensed, other members of the audience were following her onto the court, but her entire field of view was consumed by the gorgeous and vengeful young woman who had just knocked her on her ass. Again. And Anna, who was standing behind her, doing nothing. At that point, everyone was separated and Dani was escorted to her locker to change again, with no mention made of the punishment period. Daniella had beaten Debleena, but the larger female conflict was not decided.
