Unexpected Encounter
by Catwriter
It all began innocently enough. The estate was large enough to employ five people including the chef, gardener and chauffeur. Hal Johnson, the wealthy owner, completed his employee list with two incredibly attractive maids.
Hana, from Germany, and Inga from Sweden enjoyed their rather basic job descriptions. Because of their beauty, and the largesse of their boss, they made considerably more than most maids and during the owner’s frequent absences had the run of the estate. Both women had been hired at the same time after Hal had fired the previous maids. Hana, a statuesque blonde and Inga a redhead of unbelievable proportions had gotten along very well for the first several months. They enjoyed the pool and steam room, fantastic meals prepared by a French chef. Their chores took only several hours to complete and they had the rest of the day to do with as they wished. Hal's addiction to buxom women was well known and he loved having them around not only for their beauty, but their European attitudes. Fortunately, neither woman had been put through years of social engineering so that each was distinctly feminine without complaint.
Also, due to their respective upbringings, each adored the steam room and both spent hours there. The only problem was that they each enjoyed being there alone and had worked out a rather elaborate system whereby each could have her carefree moments. Both women had been out on dates the night before and drunk rather heavily. Although it was Hana's turn, Inga had forgotten what day it was and showed up at the steam room wrapped in a heavy towel. She was surprised when she opened the door and steam came billowing out and she could see Hana's indistinct figure.
"Is that you, Inga?" Hana inquired pleasantly enough.
"Yes, good morning, Hana, I so much need a steam bath, may I join you?"
"No, my darling, we have discussed this before you know." Breathed the large breasted blonde.
"Hana! I need to take a steam bath and I don't care what you say" said Inga as the fiery redhead stepped into the steamy room
and took a seat opposite Hana. The room was only about six feet square with small benches around the perimeter. The steam was actually piped in from an adjoining room.
Inga felt Hana's stare rather than saw it as she removed her large towel and leaned back to the wall, basking in the much-needed heat.
The reason Hana liked the room so much was she could lie back and masturbate in the heat and this is the reason she wanted to be alone. Inga had inadvertently interrupted Hana ministrations to herself.
"You must leave now, Inga," said Hana, her voice rising.
"Oh, don't be foolish Hana" replied Inga as she lay lengthwise on the bench.
Hana was pissed. She got to her feet and moved the short distance to Inga and stood over her. Inga looked up and saw Hana's large breasts. She again got into a sitting position.
"Hana, you are beginning to make me angry with your selfishness, now go sit back down before I make you leave here. Stop this foolishness now!" Inga said, slowly rising to her feet, her breasts brushing against Hana's as she stood. The women were the same height and although each felt her breasts were larger than the other, both had 42D beauties with no enhancements.
The women could now see the seriousness on each other's faces and hands slowly went to hips as their standoff began. All of the little things each felt about the other suddenly came to mind. Hana borrowing Inga's lipstick and Inga borrowing one of Hana's dresses without asking. How each felt the other's accent became just a bit more pronounced and sexy when addressing Hal. How each thought the other's country was a backwater compared to their own. And they continued to stare daggers.
"You've been here long enough anyway, just get out," Inga said through clenched teeth. To emphasize her remark she pushed her massive chest forward and leaned heavily into Hana. Their huge breasts just mashed together and bulged upward and to the side. And the reason for that was that Hana didn't budge one inch.
"Only one of us is leaving, dearie, and that one is you!" Hana fairly spat the words at Inga and pushed her chest forward while turning her torso to the left causing four large mammaries to assume some wonderful shapes as they slid across one another. Inga wasn't expecting Hana to fight back and the thrust of Hana's chest caused her to fall rather roughly on her wonderfully plump bottom.
The wild redhead went ballistic and grabbed Hana's legs behind the knee and pulled. Hana squealed loudly as she slammed to her butt on the hardwood floor.
"Don't mess with the Swedes you German bitch" screamed Inga who stood once more.
"Why you whore" sputtered Hana as she kicked out hard at Inga's shins. Unfortunately, as Inga fell, she toppled directly on top of Hana as both women let out shrieks. And finally, the women were able to explode their anger upon one another. Screaming out curses, the huge breasted females locked up in a two handed hairpull that had them rolling across the tiny room. From wall to wall, they battled as the steam rose up and surrounded them. Eyes nearly shut and teeth clenched tight, each sought to pull the hair from the other's head.
"Oh you stinky blonde slut" screamed Inga as she slapped Hana's face hard, leaving a welt.
"Red-haired Swedish bitch," yelled Hana as she slapped back.
The sweat, steam, and anger all mixed together as the two women grappled tightly, locking their legs together and rolled more slowly now. Each freed one hand from the other's hair and grasped a large breast and squeezed. The battling Europeans screamed in unison as they twisted the huge orbs, still pulling hair furiously with the other hand.
Once again they rolled, locked at the hip and suddenly all four breasts came under attack. Their hair, damp and stringy whipped at faces as they tried to get away from each other. But both were certain they could absorb more pain. And absorb they did. Large red welts appeared on their mammoth breasts as the furious women continued to inflict damage.
Suddenly, Inga leaned forward and bit Hana's shoulder. Hana screamed and bit at Inga and the two furious women pushed away from each other, rubbing their shoulders, glaring at one another.
"You are an animal, a dog!" screamed Hana as she slowly rose to her feet
"You bit me, you German pig", shouted Inga as she rose quickly. The women circled slowly, feinting a blow and stepping back, hands curled into claws. Their anger and welts visible through the steam; heavy breasts heaving and rolling upon their chests. Each totally intent now on destroying her opponent.
With a mutual scream of hatred, the women lunged at one another, securing a grip around each other's back. There was a large smacking sound as their voluptuous bodies crashed together, almost toppling them once again to the floor. Instead, they maintained their footing and stumbled from wall to wall in each other's arms. Then the back scratching started and soon both women were screaming at the top of their lungs as they raked their nails across each other's backs and buttocks. Each scratch and squeeze forced the enraged women closer together and large breasts squirmed together fighting for space. The nipples, which had hardened considerably since the fight began, dug into the breast flesh of the other. Hips were thrust forward, used as weapons, as each tried to knock the other to the floor. And so they battled for several minutes, thrashing wildly about the room, somehow maintaining their balance. Then Inga reached up behind Hana and grasped the wet blonde locks and pulled in a front standing hair pull. Hana yelled loudly and put the same hairpull on Inga and the two buxom battlers tried to pull the hair from the other's head. Tears mixed with the sweat and steam as they tore at one another. Then, their knees came into play as each strove hard to knee the other's pussy. Most blows landed on the thigh bringing instant bruises. The women were grunting and groaning like prizefighters as each absorbed wicked blows to their lower bodies.
Hana finally planted a foot and spun Inga around. Locked together, the vixens crashed into the door and fell into the laundry room directly into a huge basket of clothing. Once again locked in a floor fight, the enraged females never lost hold of the other's hair, but began tumbling wildly about this larger area, flinging clothing everywhere. Rolling crazily, they slammed into the washer/dryer causing intense pain to their shoulders. Inga used the leverage to push away and kick at the buxom blonde who kicked back as the women continued to separate. Both with their hands on the floor beside them continued to kick out. Their breasts lolled heavily on their chests and each wanted another go at this area.
Rising to their knees they approached each other once more. When they were two feet away they released wild slaps to the other's face, connecting loudly. Screaming out in pain, they again grasped each other's breasts and with heads on each other's shoulders, just squeezed. Their howls resonated off the walls as they continued to dig into each other's lovely breasts. Inga got the nipple of Hana's left breast between two of her knuckles and squeezed mightily. Hana felt as though her breast was on fire. She quickly turned her head and bit into Inga's ear. Inga screamed but reached down with her other hand and grabbed Hana's pussy. Hana yelled loudly and dug sharp nails into Inga's ass cheeks.
And so it went. Each painful scratch or bite led to an instant return of pain. Finally, wrenching at one another's backs, the women rose slowly, unsteadily to their feet. Using one another as leverage, the regained their footing and each shot a hand to the head hair and pussy at the same time. Their screams could be heard throughout the house. The chef and chauffeur arrived at the same moment to see the women locked in this death grip, no longer moving but straining and pulling simultaneously in a silent tableau of incredible violence.
Trying to pull the hellcats apart, the chef and chauffeur found their hands slipping from the wet bodies. The women were striking out at them as well screaming to be left alone to finish this. Calling each other "cxnt and Whore" they continued reaching over their new referees securing a double-handed hairpull. As the men tried to separate them, their bodies rose off the floor but they maintained their firm grip on each other's hair, faces close together, spitting at each other. After several more furious moments, they were finally separated but still screaming. They continued to try and get at one another until the chauffeur threw Hana to his shoulder and brought her to her room. She began crying on the way up the stairs and he stayed some time comforting her. The chef did the same for Inga. Both women, exhausted, fell into a deep sleep accompanied by wild dreams.
Inga dreamt that she was on a rotating round bed straddling Hal. They were making soft, slow love and touching one another tenderly. She leaned down and dragged her breasts across his chest and licked his lips hungrily. Their locked hips moved teasingly as they consumed one another.
Hana dreamt that she was walking down a hallway, which looked familiar and yet was strange. She opened a door and saw that bitch, Inga straddling Hal, making love to him. She screamed.
Inga heard the scream and turned furiously to see Hana standing at the door. She turned back and Hal was gone. Slowly stepping from the bed, her pussy still wet, she walked toward Hana. The large blonde, glaring hate, slowly stepped toward Inga.
As they neared one another, both women crouched and circled, eyes locked.
"This time, we finish it." Whispered Hana smiling menacingly at he ravishing redhead.
"And so we shall." Inga whispered back. As they talked softly to one another, each reached forward with one hand and grasped the other's hair. Smiling through gritted teeth they continued telling one another to leave now and never come back.
They questioned each other's heritage. Finally, their anger at a peak, both women swung hard rights simultaneously. A double crack could be heard as both women connected with each other's face. Their heads snapped back but each maintained a grip on the other's hair. Enraged now, they began punching furiously at one another. Fists smacked like jackhammers into faces and shoulders as the battlers staggered about the bedroom. Inga planted both feet and slammed a hard right into Hana's huge left breast. Hana couldn't believe the pain and screamed out; then returned a punch to Inga's breast. A loud scream or grunt followed each smack. But they were just getting started. Latching onto Hana's hair with both hands now, Inga pulled her forward and cracked a knee into her belly. As the air left Hana's lungs, Inga pulled back and slapped her hard on the left side of the face, knocking her backward and onto the still rotating bed.
Hana's breasts slapped her chin as she fell backward and rolled to the far side of the bed. Slowly rising to her knees, she
looked up in time to see Inga hurtling through the air, breasts out to the side like water wings. Hana moved quickly and Inga missed completely. Before Inga had even bounced, Hana was on her back like a rabid dog, grabbing her arms and forcing them to her lower back. Hana slid up and sat on Inga's wrists and reached down grabbing Inga's beautiful 42D's and pulling them out to the side as she mauled them mercilessly.
Suddenly, Hana's pussy was wracked by pain as Inga had gotten one hand free and stuck two fingers into it. Hana fairly shot off her opponent and fell to her side on the bed. As each tried to scramble to their knees they just grabbed out at one another and tumbled together on their sides. Both went for the hair and pulled as hard as they could, legs kicking, hips squirming. They locked up in their closest contact of the day; neither female moved but their legs were squeezing mightily causing both to moan and grunt as they pulled at hair. Their breasts came together once more and fought their own dual, crushing and slithering against each other. Nipples buried deep in the breast meat scraped against one another causing sharp sensations of pain. They even began banging their chests together, locked top and bottom as they were. Then, Inga freed her left hair pull and scratched Hana's face. Hana freed her right hand and gouged at Inga's eyes. Then, all four hands were punching and pushing and pulling and tearing wherever they could.
Suddenly, legs were free once more and the women totally beyond any reason punched and kneed and then, coming together furiously, rolled to the floor, screaming. Their upper torsos were side by side on the floor while their legs continued to thrash about, sticking almost straight up in the air, still on the bed. Grasping each other's forearms and digging in nails, they fought a furious battle with their legs and hips. Locking legs at the ankles, they thrust their hips at each other. Each tried to angle the thrust directly at the others pussy but it was slow fighting. Still, the slapping sound of their hips sounded like lovers in the final moments. Their thigh flesh would ripple as hip met hip in a furious engagement of female fighting. And then the large breasted blonde caught Inga directly in the pussy and the women rolled totally off the bed. Hana leapt on top of Inga, straddling the beautiful redhead, holding her wrists above her head. Inga tried to bite Hana's huge breasts, dangling closely to her mouth. Hana moved and twisted, keeping her gorgeous breasts away from Inga's flashing teeth. As Hana moved her head further back, Inga suddenly lifted her legs and secured an ankle lock on Hana's head and pulled down, ripping Hana off of her body. As Hana's hands went to Inga's ankles, her own ankles wrapped around Inga's head. In this incredible hold, the women rolled very slowly, hands busy raking each other's thighs, screaming and swearing. They began slapping at asses and finally decided that they weren't inflicting enough damage and released their holds, each sitting and sobbing, rubbing their bruised necks.
As their eyes met once more, they realized it was not yet over. Feeling intense pain throughout their bodies, they got to their knees and could go no further. Sliding toward one another, they could see a mirror image of each other. Hair sticking out in all directions, breasts red, faces bruised, and lips bleeding. And their anger grew.
When they were no more than a foot apart they slammed into one another in a mutual bearhug. There was no scratching of backs, no talking. They moved their upper torsos together trying to get each other in a death grip. Each slight move of the back pressed them closer together. Their breasts were burning now as they rubbed harshly together. Nipples twisted and dragged together shooting pain through their bodies. And still they squirmed tighter. With heads lying on the other's shoulders, they took turns, slamming their joined fists into each other's backs. Like a railroad crew, first one and then the other squeezed mightily. Each time one would slam their fists; the other would gasp out. Both women were crying now, partly because of the pain and mostly because neither had been able to defeat the other. Each could feel the other's harsh rasps for breath in her ear. Both were aware of the musky odor surrounding them both, the sweat and woman scent. And still they squeezed; each wanted the other vanquished on the floor before her. Hana lurched suddenly and they fell is if in slow motion to the floor. Hana struggled to stay on top and spread-eagled her legs so that Inga would not be able to move. The busty blonde continued to squeeze and now drag her breasts across Inga's chest. Inga, while unable to move to the side, thrust her breasts forward proudly and mashed her chest into Hana. The huge breasted battlers would settle this with a combined bearhug titfight.
Each wild woman thought the next breath would be her las. Neither could believe that the other had fought this long and this hard. While they surely hated each other at this moment, they had certainly found a new respect for each other's strength.
Hana lifted her hips slightly and slammed down on Inga. She lifted again and Inga slammed upward into her hips. Their grips on each other's backs continued to tighten and their Inga finally managed to lock one leg behind Hana's knee. Hana did likewise and Inga managed finally to roll Hana and take the top position. Barely able to breathe, the women continued to squeeze one another like grappling boa constrictors. Inga began to see little stars in front of her eyes and leaned forward biting Hana's shoulder wickedly. She continued biting, tasting blood and although Hana tried to move she could not. Screaming like a wounded animal, she shouted "ENOUGH, STOP" "Please" she whimpered.
Inga allowed her grip to go slack. Both women were plastered together from head to toe and quite unable to move. And that is how Hal found them several hours later. He had taken his time to clean up both battlers and tend to their wounds and finally, make love to them. They had been unable to move for several days after the fight and he took care of their every whim.
He asked if they would fight for him someday and both had said yes, someday. And so he waited, and smiled each time he thought about it.
