[amazonas]

These pictures were taken then when they were friends until a short time.

                                          My wife Melinda

                                          my friend's new girlfriend Zsanett


They did not meet for a long time already.

                                          Melinda

                                          Zsanett


The fight begins under the table. The girls go out into the bathroom then.
Write a full story about this,how this fight will take place how according to you!

[amazonas]

Write a story about this how was going on!

[byline]

An Altercation at Dinner!

Melinda 5'2.2" (158cm)  25 years old	Zsanett 5’4.5” 24 years old

Nether lady would reveal their weight but Melinda’s husband let me know Melinda was about 15 pounds heavier than Zsanett. Given their total weight, that is not a significant difference.

Melinda was married to Amazonasz. Amazonasz had become friends with Kostanos. Kostanos’ girlfriend, Zsanett and Melinda also became friends. That is at least until the night of this altercation. Melinda and Zsanett spent quite a bit of time together and confided several secrets to each other that even their husbands didn’t know. The four decided to go to dinner one night. They choose a favorite spot of Kostanos. At a restaurant with outdoor seating in an azalea / rhododendron garden. I lovely and romantic setting. Melinda wore her blue/grey dress with a string of beads around her neck. Zsanett wore her favorite white sweater with a contrasting black skirt. Both outfits showed quite a bit of cleavage of their substantial bosoms.

The four sat around a table for four with the women next to each other and the omen next to each other. If this were a bridge table they were seated with Amazonasz at north, Kostanos at west, Zsanett at south, and Melinda at east. This put the female friends next to each other and next to their husband. Bit it also put them directly across from the husband / boyfirend of the other. The evening started out fine with some wine ordered right away and some raw oysters ordered for an appetizer. Wine was consumed throughout the meal. Not enough to cause the couples to get drunk but enough to get the tongues loosened and the libidos also loosened.

Whether it was the oysters, the wine, sitting directly across each other and staring directly into their eyes, the lure of forbidden fruit, or what; but some sexual feelings began to arise between the couples sitting opposite each other. It was innocent at first but the flirtations became bolder. Both women were of the jealous type. The air was filled with sexual emotions coupled with some tension. Perhaps because Zsanett and Kostanos weren’t married  the flirtations by Zsanett seemed to go beyond the harmless flirtation stage. Melinda started seething but nothing was happening and she wasn’t sure how receptive Amazonasz was being. She flirted more with Kostanos in a sort of contest with Zsanett. Melinda didn’t really have that much desire for Kostanos but it was becoming clear that Zsanett wouldn’t mind getting Amazonasz alone.

Zsanett decided to stir up a little trouble between Melinda and Amazonasz to further her chances with him. Melinda had been in a fight in Chicago a few years ago. It was with her friend Timi. It had been in a pool hall against a couple of street chicks. Melinda had told Amazonasz about the fight and each recalling was a great aid to their sex life. But Melinda hadn’t told Amazonasz about all her activities in Chicago. They were only dating at the time and what he didn’t know wouldn’t bother him. But in their exchanges of secrets she had shared some of  them with Zsanett. They were good friends and Melinda never dreamed that Zsanett would tell anyone, let alone Amazonasz.

But Zsanett’s lust for Amazonasz grew and her judgment lessened as the evening wore on. Suddenly she started to reveal some of Melinda’s secrets. Melinda reached under the table> She clamped a good piece of thigh fat between her thumb and finger, squeezing and twisting to send a message to Zsanett to stop. Zsanett pulled Melinda’s fingers off her thigh and squeezed her fingers. Melinda finally loosened her fingers from Zsanett’s grip. As Zsanett was still reveling secrets Melinda now curled her fingernails into Zsanett’s thigh. Zsanett countered by raking her fingernails across the back of Melinda’s hand.

Melinda decided to fight fire with fire. She began to tell Kostanos a few secrets about what Zsanett had done with some former boyfriends. This was not as effective as Zsanett though it made her appear sexier, especially to Amazonasz. While Melinda was talking Zsanett quietly slide off one shoe. She stretched her leg under that table and started to rub Amazonasz leg with her toes. She slowly worked her toes up his leg towards a more sensitive area. His expression couldn’t help but alert Melinda to what was going on. She kicked the back of Zsanett’s calf with one foot and stomped on her other foot with her other leg.

Zsanett withdrew her foot and reached down to message her other foot. Nothing was said by the women but they were staring daggers at each other. Melinda turned to Zsanett and said quietly so neither Amazonasz nor Kostanos could hear. “You whore, let’s go settle this in private.” Zsanett answered back in a whisper, “If that’s what you want. Afraid I will steal your husband?”

Melinda got up out of her chair and the two walked towards the ladies room. Half way there Zsanett pointed at Melinda and said “I’m going to beat the crap out of you and then fuck your husband all night long.” Melinda didn’t answer but knew that she had to teach this bitch a lesson.

As it turned out Melinda actually had a need to visit the toilet. She went into a stall and locked the door. While she did that Zsanett opened the door of a little janitor’s closet in the ladies room. She took out a “Closed for Cleaning” sign and hung it on the outside of the door. Then she closed the door and locked it.

Zsanett crept quietly over to the stall that Melinda was in. She got down on her hands and knees and peered under the door. Reaching in she grabbed both of Melinda’s ankles and yanked. Melinda slid off the toilet seat and land hard on her rear. Zsanett kept pulling trying to pull Melinda out of the stall under the door. However there wasn’t enough room between the bottom of the door and the floor for all of Melinda to fit through. When Melinda’s butt got close to the door she was too big to fit though. Frustrated, Zsanett place her foot against the door and pulled as hard as she could. This budged Melinda a few more inches but then she really got stuck. The bottom of the door was buried in her flesh about three inches about her crotch. She was wedged tight. Zsanett couldn’t pull her out and she couldn’t pull herself back. She was stuck there with her head and shoulders resting against the commode and her legs and crotch sticking out the door.

Zsanett was standing there figuring out exactly what to do when Melinda started kicking blindly. She kicked high enough to hit Zsanett right between the legs. Zsanett fell back against the opposite wall and rubbed her sore pussy. “You need some payback for that” she mumbled threw her teeth. Zsanett grabbed Melinda’s feet and yanked her shoes off. She tossed them to the other end of the ladies’ room. Melinda’s panties were half way done around her knees already. Zsanett pulled them off completely. Then Zsanett sat down on Melinda’s lower legs. She started hammering her knuckles into Melinda’s thighs. Melinda cried out in pain with each blow but there was little she could do about it. Then Zsanett remember the damage done to her crotch and her vow of payback. She spread Melinda’s legs apart. Melinda’s vagina was a few inches outside the door and fully exposed. Zsanett wound her fingers around the pubic hair and ripped some out. She twisted Melinda’s clitoris as hard as she could.

Melinda was now screaming in pain. She somehow reached under the door and got ahold of Zsanett’s hand. She pulled Zsanett’s arm under the door. Zsanett had been caught off balance. The side of her face got pressed against the door as Melinda continued to pull her right arm further into the stall. Melinda now had both hands to use on Zsanett’s fingers and wrist while Zsanett couldn’t get her left arm under the door to fight back. Melinda began to torture Zsanett’s hand and fingers. She bent her fingers back and tried to make her knuckles touch her forearm. She grabbed a couple of fingers in each hand and twisted. She then spread the two groups of finders as wide apart as she could.  Now it was Zsanett’s turn to scream in pain. The pain got even worse as Melinda grabbed Zsanett’s thumb and bent it as far as she could towards Zsanett’s forearm.

Zsanett couldn’t get her left arm under the door to help but she could still get at Melinda’s vagina. So there they were. Melinda twisting and torturing Zsanett’s fingers on her right hand and Zsanett twisting and torturing Melinda’s pussy. Melinda was wedged under the door and stuck there but Zsanett was also stuck as there was no way she could get her arm free for Zsanett. What would happen next?

[byline]

NHB Fight in the Ladies Room

Zsanett was trying to rip Melinda’s clitoris apart with her left hand while Melinda was trying to break Zsanett’s fingers off on her right hand. Melinda was wedged under the stall door but she had Zsanett’s right arm pulled in and Zsanett’s face pressed up against the stall door.

Melinda took the advantage by squeezing her enormous thighs tightly on Zsanett’s left hand. Her thighs completely enveloped Zsanett’s hand and Zsanett couldn’t move it to claw at Melinda’s pussy. Melinda clamped the fingers of her right hand around all of Zsanett’s fingers on her right hand. She then wrapped the fingers of her left hand around Zsanett’s thumb and began to pull it away from her fingers and towards her forearm. The pain was excruciating causing to Zsanett to scream at the top of her lungs as tears began to trickle down her cheeks. Zsanett might have begged Melinda to stop before she broke her thumbs but this was not the type of fight that ended with one woman giving up so quickly. It was a fight between friends who suddenly had become enemies. Each felt betrayed by the other and wanted to extract more than a measure of revenge.

Zsanett was desperate. She worked her left hand free from between Melinda’s legs. Then pushed as hard as she could against the door while jerking her right hand with as much force as she could muster. Relief came as her fingers slide out from Melinda’s grip. Zsanett pulled her arm out from under the door. She stood up slowly and backed away against the opposite wall so she could examine her fingers and thumb.

Melinda struggled to get out from under the door. She sucked in her enormous belly as much as she could. Then took her hands and pushed on the flesh on the outside of the door to get the fat folded around the door lower than the door. With some wiggling back and forth she finally worked herself back into the stall. Getting up even more slowly than Zsanett did and panting heavily from her efforts she unlocked the door. She figured Zsanett was too concerned about her hand and would be an easy target. Melinda flung the door open and it bounced hard against the side of the stall. She charged out towards Zsanett.

Zsanett had heard the door unlock. As Melinda flung the door open and charged so did Zsanett. Zsanett pushed off the wall to propel herself forward. She lowered her shoulder and the two large women crashed into each other that almost felt like a small earthquake. Zsanett’s shoulder slammed squared into Melinda’s stomach and breasts. Air rushed out of Melinda’s lungs as she was unprepared for the blow. Zsanett drove with her shoulder knocking Melinda back into the stall so she ended up sitting on the commode.

Melinda’s back hit the wall hard and then her head cracked into the wall. Fortunately for Melinda her bulk helped to lessen the force at which her head hit the wall. It hurt like hell but she was not dazed. That is she wasn’t dazed right away. Zsanett straddled Melinda’s legs, pinning her on the toilet. She took ahold of Melinda’s hair mainly with her left hand as slammed Melinda’s head hard against the wall. This did daze Melinda and cause her to see stars. Another slam and Melinda was getting groggier. Instinctively she grabbed ahold of Zsanett’s hair with both hands. She flung her to the side causing the side of Zsanett’s head to bounce against the door. The door hit the stall side and rebounded hitting Zsanett again on the side of the head. Melinda timed her response perfectly. She flung Zsanett the other way and, helped by the rebounding door, slammed Zsanett’s head even harder on the other stall side. Melinda whipped Zsanett back and forth again in perfect harmony with the natural frequency of Zsanett’s big body hitting and bouncing off the walls.

If Melinda had seen stars, Zsanett was seeing galaxies. Still she was able to stand up. She still had ahold of Melinda’s hair. Adding her other hand to the hairpulling she backed up and pulled Melinda up with her. They backed out the door. Melinda used their momentum to slam Zsanett into the wall and then plastered her whole body against Zsanett’s. Zsanett’s body and Melinda’s compressed being covered with quite a bit of fat and flesh. The bodies first compressed and then uncompressed. This allowed Zsanett to spin Melinda around. The two rolled down the wall, each using the other’s hair to keep her rotating down the wall.

At last they hit the corner. Zsanett was the lucky one as Melinda ended up being pinned in the corner. Zsanett let go of Melinda’s hair with her right hand and slammed her fist into Melinda’s huge belly. She slugged her again and again. Sometimes hitting her below the belly button, sometimes square on the navel, and sometimes a little bit higher. Melinda tried to hit back but her movement was limited being pinned against the wall. Her blows did not have the same impact as Zsanett’s who could step back and pivot her hips into the blows.

It wasn’t long before Melinda slowly slid down the wall to end up sitting on her rump. Zsanett was standing over her and ready to finish her off. Zsanett stepped back so she could grab Melinda’s hair and slam her head hard enough against the corner of the walls to knock her out. What Zsanett hadn’t counted on was that by stepping back she gave Melinda a little room to maneuver. Melinda went for Zsanett’s legs. She pulled them forward as she leaned into Zsanett’s upper body. Zsanett went over backward hard. Her head slammed against the stalls and then she fell limply to the floor. Melinda moved forward on top of Zsanett but there wasn’t much action going on.

Zsanett was groggy from the blow to her head and lay there recovering. Melinda was in bad shape also. Her belly had taken many blows and she was having trouble breathing. Both women were content to lie where they were and recuperate.

[byline]

Melinda and Zsanett remained recuperating for several minutes. Neither was in the best of shape and were already tired from their fighting. Melinda was on top of Zsanett but was having trouble breathing from all the pounding Zsanett had delivered to her stomach. She was close to throwing up and would have liked nothing better than to cover Zsanett’s face with her barf. But she was sucking in air in small gulps, still unable to expand her diaphragm without pain.

Zsanett was dazed from having hit her head hard on the edge of the stall and then once again when she collapsed against the tile floor. She cleared her head enough to roll Melinda to the side. Zsanett tried to roll on top of Melinda but when she lifted her head the room spun. No way did she have the balance to rise up over Melinda. Melinda was also too quasi to climb on top of Zsanett. Her core muscles weren’t all that strong to began with and were too sore to try any such movement. Both women were too rotund for one to simply roll on top of the other. They had to lift themselves up and over the body of the other.

Melinda was the clearer headed. Even though she was gasping for breath she was able to reach with her claws. She curled her fingers into Zsanett’s face. Zsanett was considered to have the prettier face by others except for Amazonasz. Melinda was never jealous of Zsanett even though others thought of her as move beautiful. Melinda was assured of herself and of Amazonasz’s love and did not feel threatened by Zsanett. Instead she was proud of her friend and wished her all the attention she got. That is until this evening. She saw how Amazonasz succumbed to Zsanett’s flirtations. Zsanett had become a threat to her marriage and she now hated that face. Sick as she was from the belly blows the anger made her go after Zsanett’s face with a rage.

Melinda grabbed Zsanett’s cheeks. She pinched and twisted them causing Zsanett to roar out in pain. She let go and drove her fingers deep into Zsanett’s cheeks and raked them down leaving long gashes. The pain plus the taste of warm blood that flowed to her lips broth Zsanett out of her stupor. She was on her left side which allowed her to drive the knuckles of her right hand into Melinda’s left cheek. “The fuck with scratching, better to knock this loser out” ran through Zsanett’s mind. She punched Melinda in the face again. This cause Melinda to let go of Zsanett’s bloody cheek to protect her face. She hit at Zsanett’s face to counter. Zsanett felt the pain as Melinda’s knuckles drove into her scratched face, especially as Melinda knew enough to twist them after contact. But she couldn’t hit as hard with her left hand as Zsanett could with her right. A coupe of more punches made Melinda woozy as the side of her head either slammed against the tile or was already pined there causing Melinda’s head to absorb the entire blow with no give. In addition Melinda’s stomach was still queasy.

Zsanett had recovered enough and Melinda was now getting groggy. It was easy for Zsanett to push Melinda onto her back. She then climbed on top of Melinda and straddled her, sitting on her stomach. Zsanett rose up as far as she could on her knees and then dropped full force onto Melinda’s belly. Several more bounces were too much for Melinda’s stomach. She upchucked. The acid fluid fell back on her face. It stung her already cheeks which had been pounded hared. It was humiliating to say the least. Looking down, Zsanett had all she could do to also keep from getting sick.

Zsanett moved off of Melinda to the side. Melinda was in no condition to do much but lay there. Zsanett rolled Melinda onto her stomach. Mounting her back and straddling her, Zsanett took ahold of Melinda’s hair. She rubbed Melinda’s face back and forth in her own barf. [ed., Pardon me for being so gross but Melinda’s sickness is usually what results from blow after blow to the stomach.]  Zsanett bounced hard on the small of Melinda’s back to keep her incapacitated and unable to fight back. Zsanett had thought she was tougher than Melinda but was surprised at how easily she had gotten the better of Melinda, forgetting that she had surprised Melinda and pounded her while Melinda was wedged under the door. Zsanett was in no hurry to finish Melinda off. She was going to have her fun with her. She had the image in her mind of riding a beached whale.

Zsanett sunk her fingers into Melinda’s hair. She pulled back to lift her into a cobra position. Melinda was to heavy to lift far off the floor but her head was bent back to put an enormous amount of pain on her neck. Zsanett wanted to claps her hands under Melinda’s chin and pulled her head back even further. But that would have meant getting her hands covered with Melinda’s vomit, something Zsanett was unwilling to do. She held Melinda’s head back for a long time. Then bouncing on Melinda’s back a few times to crush her belly and keep Melinda at her mercy, Zsanett lifted one leg and swung around of Melinda’s back.

Melinda’s dress had ridden up her wide thighs almost to her ass. Zsanett had already removed her underpants when Melinda was stuck under the stall door. Zsanett wiggled and struggled her right hand between Melinda’s thighs and then up under her crotch until she felt her clitoris and pubic hair. Zsanett pulled, clawed, pinched and twisted. She had Melinda screaming and pain. Zsanett was having so much fun and concentrating on torturing Melinda’s pussy she didn’t feel Melinda reach behind and grab ahold of her hair.  Ignoring complaints from her stomach area, Melinda yanked on Zsanett’s hair as hard as she could. They were only a foot or two from the wall. As Melinda yanked Zsanett backward the back of her head once again hit the tiled wall.

Previous pounding had given Zsanett a small concussion so it took little to put her in a confused and semi-conscious stupor again. She slumped to the side off of Melinda. With great effort Melinda got up. Zsanett was pretty much out of it. She probably should have hit her a few more times right away to knock her out completely. Instead Melinda went to the sink and washed her face. The cold water refreshed her and the time also allowed her to finally catch her breath and have her breathing return to normal.

She heard Zsanett starting to stir and making little noises. She went back and tried to pull Zsanett to her feet but Zsanett was too heavy what with Melinda’s stomach muscles being so tired and sore. She keep pulling on Zsanett’s hair at least to have the satisfaction of pulling out clumps and making Zsanett’s scalp as sore as possible. The pain gradually started to wake Zsanett up. In her groggy state Zsanett tried to relieve the pain by standing up. She was too groggy to stand by herself but she was helping Melinda pull her up to her feet. Melinda kept Zsanett pinned against the wall as she slowly rose to a standing position.

Now it was time for payback. Melinda twisted her body so she could uncoil back and slam her fist deep into Zsanett’s belly. Zsanett’s belly may not have been as large as Melinda’s but it was blubbery, soft, and squishy nonetheless. Melinda’s hand disappeared deep into the flesh. Melinda drew back and hit Zsanett again and again. As Zsanett started to gain consciousness Melinda used her hair to slam the back of her head against the wall again. Then it was more blows to the belly, some a little lower, and some right between the legs. A knee between the legs didn’t feel so good as Melinda’s knee collided with the wall. So she went back to punching. Went she finally let Zsanett go, Zsanett bent forward clutching her stomach. Then she toppled forward onto the floor.

Melinda had fought back from being almost finished off to now be in control of Zsanett. She had to humiliate the bitch, but how? Then an idea occurred to her. She first went into a stall and urinated into the bowl. Then she went back and dragged Zsanett by the hair face down into the stall. She hooked her arms under Zsanett’s armpits and, after several tries, was able to lift her head and shoulders up and over the toilet bowl. She pushed Zsanett’s head down into the bowl.

The cold water revived Zsanett. She woke up gulping some water. The taste immediately told her it was not just water. She was revolved. A reflective action caused her to place her hands on the side of the blow and push off as hard as she could. Melinda was unprepared for such a quick reaction. After all she was a little groggy herself and still queasy from all the belly pounding. The back of Zsanett’s head collided with Melinda’s chin, hitting even harder than it might as Melinda was leaning forward to try and keep Zsanett down. The back of  Zsanett’s head already had a huge lump for the previous collisions with the walls and the floor. As it collided with Melinda’s chin unbearable pain shot through her brain. The water had revived her but the previous concussions had taken there toll and she passed out again.

Melinda was just as bad off. The blow to the chin rocked her and made her eyes roll in her head. She fell backward off of Zsanett. Trying to regain her balance in her groggy state all she managed to do was to stumble backward until the wall stopped her progress. The back of Melinda’s head was the first to meet the wall. She was already half knocked out and the wall finished her off. She fell hand against the floor and remained there without moving a muscle.

When Zsanett’s face hit the water again it brought her out of her unconsciousness to a semi-conscious state. She was awake enough to stand up but not awake enough to maintain her balance. She turned to walk out of the stall holding onto the sides. As she stepped forward she lost her balance and fell on top of Melinda. She passed out again. Who knows how much time passed. Eventually Zsanett woke up first and found herself lying on top of Melinda. “Guess I won” Zsanett groggily thought to herself. Then she heard Melinda start to revive. Zsanett slugged Melinda on the temple as hard as she could. She didn’t have a lot of strength left but it didn’t take much to put Melinda out again. The effort took it all out of Zsanett. She rolled off of Melinda to the side. Both women lain on their backs. Melinda was out cold and Zsanett was close to it.

Zsanett stayed on her back until at last she felt alert enough and had regained enough energy to roll on the her side. Then she struggled to sit up. Finally, with the aid of the wall she was able to stand up. She thought of kicking Melinda but thought the better of it as she almost lost her balance lifting her leg. Besides the fucking cxnt was out cold. Using the wall Zsanett went over to the sinks. She splashed water on her face. Finally she felt strong enough and alert enough to stagger uneasily out of the ladies room. It took a while as she was still groggy in a confused state so undoing the lock was not a simple thing.  She left Melinda on the floor still not moving a muscle.

By the time Zsanett got back to the table she could stand enough to not let on how back off she was. She said to Amazonasz that Melinda was having “a situation” in the restroom. Melinda said for Amazonasz and Kostanos to take Zsanett home. Since Melinda wouldn’t be able to service Amazonasz for some time she thought it would be good for Zsanett to make a threesome with Kostanos and Amazonasz. “Besides, I am a better fuck than Melinda any day of the week” Zsanett added.

For Melinda’s part she went from a stone cold state to a dreaming state. She was having a horrible nightmare. She was dreaming she was in a fight with her worst enemy for her husband. The enemy turned out to be her good friend, Zsanett. Zsanett was beating her up. Melinda would fight back but was never able to get the better of Zsanett. Try as she may, Zsanett always came out on top. Melinda felt both frustrated and hopeless as she came so close but never could quite escape from Zsanett’s clutches.

[byline]

Zsanett sat down at the table with Amazonasz and Kostanos. She had a tall glass of cold beer which did wonders to refresh her. She had barely beaten Melinda and wasn’t quite satisfied that she had really convince Melinda that she was the better woman. She could hear Melinda declaring later that she was beating Zsanett up and had slipped on the floor and cracked her head to knock herself out. She wasn’t sure how to leave the table and go back to teach Melinda a final lesson.

Kostanos was an unwitting accomplice when he said to Zsanett “Is Melinda’s situation serious? Is she OK? Honey, maybe you had better go check on her as it has been awhile and she still isn’t out.” Zsanett smiled sweetly, more at Amazonasz than Kostos and answered “I’m sure she is fine but if you think it necessary I’ll go back and see if there is anything I can do to, ah, for her.”

Melinda went back to the ladies’ room. The “Closed for cleaning” sign was still hanging on the door. A tall blonde started to enter anyway. “Can’t you see it is closed?” said Zsanett. “But I really have to go!” chirped the blonde as she started dancing and holding her hands on her crotch. “Then use the men’s room, I’ll stand guard.” Zsanett gave the blonde a new too gentle shove to show she was serious. The blonde taught of pushing past Zsanett but Zsanett had at least 30 pounds on her. Besides the blonde was almost peeing in her pants so she turned and rushed into the men’s room.

Zsanett opened the ladies’ room door slowly and peeked in. “Owww! What the fuck!” she called out as someone had grabbed ahold of her hair and jerked her into the room. “You’re such a predictable whore! I knew you would be coming back” Melinda snapped at her as Zsanett stumbled into the room. Melinda placed her foot on Zsanett’s rump and shoved her hard to propel her into the opposite wall. Zsanett hit the wall hard and bounced off. Melinda was right behind her. She lowered her shoulder and drove it into Zsanett’s back flattening her breasts and front against the wall. Melinda moved in to body up to Zsanett and pin her against the wall where she intended to bang her forehead until she knocked Zsanett out.

Zsanett had been caught off guard but she recovered quickly. She threw her right elbow back as Melinda moved in. She drove her elbow deep into Melinda’s soft gut. Normally this couldn’t have slowed Melinda down much but Zsanett had concentrated on pounding and battering her belly in the original fight. It couldn’t take a whole lot of more abuse. The breath was knocked out of Melinda and she stepped back, grabbing her stomach. Zsanett spun around with her fist cocked. She used her momentum as she hit Melinda square on the side of the face. A lot crack resounded from Melinda’s cheekbone. She didn’t have time to examine whether it had been broken or not. She went sideways against the wall. Zsanett grabbed her upper arm and swung her around to face Zsanett, her back pinned against the wall. Zsanett picked up where she had left out. A couple more hard fists into Melinda’s belly knocked any fight out of Melinda that she might have had left. She was gasping for breath but couldn’t get any. Zsanett took a step back and fired a left, right, and left into Zsanett’s belly just below the navel.

Melinda leaned forward both from the beating and in an effort to protect her stomach. Zsanett intertwined her fingers and delivered a double handed chop to the back of Melinda’s neck. That was all it took. Melinda went down like a rock and didn’t move a muscle as she lay there. Melinda rummaged around in the janitor’s closet. She located the mop bucket. Filling it full  with cold water she carried it back to Melinda. Pushing Melinda onto her back with her foot she poured the whole bucket on Melinda’s head and down her body.

As the cold water hit Melinda’s face she was startled awake. She looked up at Zsanett standing with hands on her hips over Melinda. Melinda could hardly breath, every breath caused great pain in her battered stomach. She held her hand up as if to say “no more, I’ve had enough”. Zsanett wasn’t satisfied. She placed her foot on Melinda’s stomach and pressed down with a little weight. . “Come on say it, say I’m are the better woman and you are nothing compared to me.” Melinda tried to speak but was still gasping for breath. Zsanett pressed down harder and her toes disappeared into Melinda’s belly fat. “Come on, bitch, say you’re nothing but a two bit wore and lucky if you can get that for a fuck.”

Melinda looked up pleadingly and that only caused as sinister smirk on Zsanett’s face as she kept up the pressure. Somehow Melinda gathered enough air to mumble what Zsanett directed her to say. “Now we need to tell the whole world” Zsanett laughed. She ripped the front of Melinda’s soaked dress down, ripping it fully open. She spread Melinda’s legs and jammed her toe into Melinda’s pussy. Then she moved to the side and kicked Melinda onto her stomach. She pulled Melinda’s dress off and tossed it to the side. Then she unhooked Melinda’s bra and let the straps fall to the side. Melinda was too heavy to pull it out from under her. Zsanett had removed Melinda’s underpants a long time ago and now Melinda was buck naked.

Zsanett sat down on Melinda’s back. She said menacingly to Melinda “You admitted your were a bitch and bitches are female dogs. So cone on doggie up on all fours!” When Melinda didn’t budge Zsanett bragged each ear and twisted. “I said up, BITDH!” The ear twisted was much more painful and effective than hairpulling. In spit of the agony she felt in her belly Melinda somehow got to her hands and knees. Zsanett let go of one ear and slapped Melinda’s bare ass while kicking her sides like spurring a horse on. “Giddyup, let’s go.!” Zsanett rode Melinda out into the bar/restaurant. She switched to using her hair as reins English style. i.e., pulling the hair one way or another instead of a neck rein. If Melinda slowed up another spank and spurring got her moving again.

Melinda looked a mess. Her hair was drenched and matted. Her fatty boobs hung down and dangled back and forth as she crawled on all fours. Zsanett would hold onto her hair and lean back while given a cowboy hoot. Then she would slap Melinda’s ass again and direct her towards Amazonasz and Kostanos. Zsanett smiled at them and gloated, “Melinda is my bitch now. I am going to ride her off into the sunset and fuck the piss out of her. Isn’t that right, Melinda.” She used Melinda’s hair to nod her head up and down to show agreement. “When I am done with this fat tub of lard than you two can come and have your fun. When you are done with her than come and see me for a real treat.” With that Zsanett rode Melinda out the door to do with her what only they knew happened..

[Max_Rus]

I don't want to vote. They are extremely unsexy.