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Kaya the Catfighter, A Series by Altered Ego

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Kaya the Catfighter, A Series by Altered Ego
« on: August 16, 2018, 10:31:05 PM »
Kaya the Catfighter
by Altered Ego

Episode 1
Creation of A Catfighter

The Who:
Kaya 5'2", 120 pounds, 19 years old
Vs
Shonte 5'7", 130 pounds, 20 years old

The What:
A bare knuckle standup fight to submission wearing cut up t-shirts and cut off shorts.

The Where:
An undisclosed garage at a junkyard in south Dallas in front of around 100 spectators.

The When:
10:30pm April 11, 1997

The How:

  The crowd is howling, drowning out my groans as Shonte's fist buries itself into my ribs over and over. I am gasping for every breath as she keeps me pinned to the chain link cage that had been constructed in the garage of this junkyard. I hang on the taller woman desperately trying to stay on my feet.

Our sweat soaked bodies are glistening under the floodlights. I have long since quit caring that I am topless in front of a crowd of rowdy men. My caramel colored skin shows the scratches and welts of the now 10 minutes old fight. The dark skin of Shonte, my opponent tonight, doesn't show nearly as much damage but I know I have inflicted a fair share of pain on her thus far as well.

The problem is that my taller and leaner opponent is in better shape and I am out of gas. With every punch, I feel my knees buckle a bit. I know my fate if I don't do something soon. I have almost talked myself into the loss at this point. I mean, I get a hundred bucks even if I lose.... Shonte is not a particularly hard puncher... I could go down without being hurt too badly. Especially since the rules will not let her pound on me when I am laying on the ground.

Then it happens. As she feels me fading and is about to put me down, her ego gets the better of her. She taunts "give up, bitch... you ain't nothing but a weak ass half breed ho!" That is the one thing that I can't let go. I scream in a rage at the tall, skinny bitch "Fuck you!" As I fling a haymaker towards her head with the last of my energy.

The crowd wildly cheers as they see Shonte's braids whip violently around as my punch connects with her jaw. The taller woman spins, stumbling as she drops to the dirty cardboard boxes that have been laid out on the floor as padding. Per the rules of the fight Shonte has a minute to either get up or give up before she will be hauled back up to her feet.

The excitement of putting her on the ground has rejuvenated me somewhat as I watch my dark skinned opponent trying to get herself back together. She is clearly dazed as she struggles to even get her knees. Seeing Shonte struggle emboldens me. "Get up, bitch! Who's a weak ass ho, now " I screech over and over.

I glance to the crowd and find Demarcus, the guy that talked me into this. He is the starting linebacker on the football team for our college. He and I have been flirting all semester. He joked about having to beat up guys to get to me. When I joked back about beating up girls to get him, his eyebrows went up and before I knew it I was walking into this cage, my compact, muscular, former cheerleader's body wearing a cropped t-shirt that just barely covers my large chest and a cut off pair of daisy dukes that end just above my firm ass cheeks. Right now, Demarcus is fixated on me as I stand over my opponent.

I see Shonte laboring as she uses the chain link fence to climb back to her feet right before the minute expires. She shakes her head slowly to try and clear the cobwebs. I guess she isn't done yet. She turns towards me and we begin to circle each other again. The confidence that was in her face is gone now, replaced with fear and uncertainty.

I begin to advance towards Shonte, my hands up and ready. I start throwing my hands furiously to try and finish her off. Remembering my punch that put her on the ground, she covers her face but leaves her midsection open for punishment. The feel of my knuckles sinking into her stomach and ribs is almost euphoric to me. Every moan and grunt that escapes Shonte's lips motivates me even more. I drive her back into the cage. I yank her braids, slinging her around before slamming her, back first, into the fence.  I press her body against the chain link cage. I sink a hard right into her belly and feel the fight drain out of her. She's done and we both know it.

I lean down and whisper into her ear "Don't you ever call me a halfbreed again, bitch or a I'll make this a fond memory". Poor Shonte has no idea that was the one thing that sets me off. The one thing that can make me dig deeper than anything else. She has no idea that I was raised by my dad, who happens to be white, in the suburbs. So I got to hear that some there, but when I would visit my mom who lived in a much more urban neighborhood, I was ruthlessly mocked because, being a suburban kid, I "acted white", especially once they found out I was a cheerleader. Needless to say, I've always had a bit of a chip on my shoulder when it came to my mixed race background.

Shonte can only moan back and I feel the taller woman trying to fall to the ground. I pin her against the cage long enough to measure one more right hand that connects flush with her jaw putting her down.

She lands with a thump on her skinny ass after sliding down the fencing. She slowly rolls onto her back to recover and lays motionless, save her breathing. I continue to strut around the cage confidently, randomly taunting the poor girl. As the minute time limit for her to get up nears expiration Shonte covers her face and sobs out "I give.....no more....no more".

I hear a bell ring and a big burly brother walks to the DJ table that is running the sound system for the venue and grabs a mic. "Damn...  did y'all enjoy that as much as I did?" They crowd erupts with cheers for me. "Give it up for the winner of this fight- Kaya!" I walk over to the still prone Shonte, use my foot to kick her arms away from her face and proceed to plant my foot on her cheek while posing with my arms flexing.

The big man continues "and a special thanks to Demarcus for finding this scrappy little sister... hopefully, she'll be back for some more." I watch as all the guys around Demarcus high five him and slap him on the back. The big man doing the announcing walks over to me with an envelope, leans in and whispers "There's five hundred dollars there...and I meant it, baby girl, there's more where that came from. We can always find a match for a pretty, light skinned sister with green eyes who can actually fight."

Afterwards Demarcus gave me his jacket for me to cover up with as we sat in the makeshift stands and watched the rest of the fights. I basked in the adulation and attention from Demarcus and the other men. Later that night, when he took me back to campus, I took him as my prize but something inside me had changed. For as much as I had enjoyed chasing and being pursued by Demarcus, I had found my real passion.

It was 1997, I was a 19 year old freshman  in college and I was hooked. That was the first of my many fights and while it isn't my 'day job', I am able make quite a bit of money doing it, I get to see a lot of places and meet a lot of people that I would never have met otherwise. I have had my share of defeats as well as victories, but I have never found anything quite like the high I get when I lock eyes with another catfighter ready to see who is the better woman. I am Kaya and I am a catfighter.
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« Reply #1 on: August 17, 2018, 02:13:14 PM »
Episode 2
Welcome to the Next Level

The Who:
Kaya 5'2", 125 pounds, 21 years old
Vs
Xuan 5'1", 125 pounds, 25 years old

The What:
A no holds barred catfight to submission wearing bikinis.

The Where:
The well manicured lawn of a wealthy Vietnamese businessman in Arlington Texas. In front of 20 other wealthy men.

The When:
5:00pm July 3, 1999

The How:

I had been fighting nearly every weekend to get my fix- and quite a bit of spending money. Usually, around five hundred dollars for a win and a hundred bucks when I lost. I usually won. This was my first shot a higher level of event. These were local businessmen that had a thing for watching girls fight and high stakes betting. They each would find a woman to represent them and they would have her fight against their opponent's girl at each event.

My sponsor for this event is named Darren. He is a handsome middle aged African American man that runs a construction company. He had decided to choose me after watching me in previous fights. He offered me three hundred dollars to show up at this event with an additional thousand promised if I win. Obviously, the money sounds good, but I am on scholarship and doing okay financially. What is drawing me to this event is me is getting fight at higher level- better, prettier fighters, nicer venues, more well heeled spectators, and I am sure that winning here will open up even more opportunities.

I am confident and excited as I walk onto the finely manicured lawn that is ringed with chairs. I am wearing a shiny blue bikini with red highlights in my shoulder length, curly hair. Being around Independence Day, I went for a patriotic look- plus the colors look great next to my caramel colored skin.

Entering the 'arena' across from me is the host's fighter, Xuan. She is cute Asian woman, a little older than me, in a black bikini that contrasts nicely with her pale skin as works well with her jet black waist length hair. I immediately notice how similar we are, nearly the same size and build. Both of us are built like gymnasts, with thick muscular legs. In fact, hers might be stronger looking than mine. That's okay, my chest dwarfs hers and I can see her staring at it enviously.

My heart is racing as the gong sounds to start the match. While I begin to crouch and circle, Xuan casually walks to the center of the lawn and raises her right hand. "C'mon bitch, let's see what you got" she snaps, surprisingly accent free, as she challenges me to a test of strength. I can hear the excitement of the men in attendance. There's no way this bitch is going to upstage me. Not today.

I cautiously approach her with my hand moving towards hers. Our fingers interlace with one hand then the other and the struggle begins. I grunt and groan trying to overpower Xuan as she does the same, but we are so evenly matched that neither of us can gain the advantage. We come chest to chest during the test and I can feel my larger tits enveloping hers. I try to use this to my advantage, whispering into her ear. "Do you feel that, skank?" That's what a real woman's tits are supposed to feel like.."

I see her dark eyes flash angrily before she responds. "Fuck you, slut!" She shrieks as she presses back. We are at a stalemate again and the heat of Texas in July is evident as we are both already dripping with perspiration. As we get more fatigued, we are each able to force the other back a couple of steps at a time before the other woman reciprocates.

Then, out of nowhere, I feel her knee crash into my ribs. I crumple instantly and we fall to the ground. Xuan takes advantage and is on top while I land on my back. She pins my face to the grass with one hand while the other begins to assault my breasts mercilessly. My hands grab at hers haphazardly in confusion and desperation, not focusing on either of her attacks long enough to stop one of them. I know I am in trouble as I begin to panic.

Her furious attack continues and all my attempts to escape are futile. Then I feel Xuan grab my arm and use it to leverage me on to my belly. Her legs quickly clamp around my midsection and I find myself face down on the grass, trapped in between her powerful legs.

I can feel the grass scratching against my nipples and realize that my chest is exposed. Out of the corner of my eye I can see my top laying mangled on the lawn. I am relieved that my chest is no longer being slapped, punched and clawed by my Asian opponent, but that relief is short lived as I feel Xuan's legs begin to tighter their hold. "Oh, God!!" I gasp as she applies more pressure and my head is yanked backwards by my hair.

I am pretty sure Xuan is toying with me, making sure to cause pain but not squeezing so hard that I will submit. "What was that about a real woman, ho?" She taunts loud enough for the crowd to hear. Next she looks towards Darren. " is this the best you could find? She is trash... I don't even know what kind of trash this mutt is but she is trash" she states cruelly as her powerful thighs continue to torture me and my eyes begin to well with tears.

Then, in a single quick move, she release the hold and kicks me off of her. Xuan gets back to her feet as I lay exhausted on the grass massaging my chest and belly. "Get up, mutt... I am not finished with you" she yells with a comfortable confidence of a woman that knows she is in control.

I know this is my chance and defiantly make it back to my feet. No one humiliates me like this. "Alright bitch... I'll show what this mutt can do" I breathily grunt as I launch myself towards the older woman. Enough of this wrestling stuff, I'll make this a real fight and teach this smug bitch a lesson. I take aim and swing one of my patented haymakers towards her face, but before it can land, I feel her heel bury itself into my stomach.

I hit the grass again, gasping for air and writhing in pain. Xuan plays to the crowd for a moment before turning her attention back to me. "You dumb, cxnt. You thought you could come to my house and beat me?" She growls.

I can only moan in response. I have nothing left. I know she is coming to finish me but I can't will myself to stop her. She plants her thick but firm ass on my face in a reverse facesitting position. I try to scream my submission out, but her ass muffles it. Xuan then sends a punch into my belly. I bring my legs up to stop her from landing a second, but she grabs them and deftly maneuvers into a spladle hold.

I am trapped, whimpering and embarrassed, but Xuan isn't done. She begins to pat my bikini bottoms right over my womanhood. "Is everybody ready to see what this 'real woman' is made of?" She says to the crowd.

"No...no..." I whimper. She plays with my private parts for a few moments before pulling my bottoms to the side, then slides her fingers inside me. Within minutes she has me moaning like a whore. I am only vaguely aware of the crowd and how humiliating this is as my mind begins to blur with pleasure. 

"Cum for me...weak ass mutt.... come for your master" she says with dominance. My tired body tries to buck and writhe as she brings me to climax. She keeps going until she feels the last wave of my orgasm wash over me. It is easily the most intense orgasm of my life and I am completely spent. Xuan dismissively tosses my legs to the earth and stands over me. "Who's the real woman? Tell them!.....submit to your superior, mutt!"

"You win....I give up..." I moan.

"Say it louder, mutt. Make sure they know who is better" she commands.

"You are the better woman....I am just a mutt.." I say submissively but loud enough for her satisfaction.

Xuan then pulls off my bottoms roughly. I know better than to offer any resistance at this point. She collects my top as well, taking my bikini as a trophy. Holding it as she flexes her biceps and plants her foot on my exposed pussy to complete her domination. I don't dare move and I understand, as I would have done the same to her given the chance.

Darren checks to make sure I am not hurt before taking me back to my apartment. Fortunately, he doesn't seem upset in the slightest. It is almost like he enjoyed it more since I lost like I did. He said he and his wife used to similar erotic matches with other couples back when they were younger. I was curious about that but I didn't want to press him too much so that he wouldn't think I wanted anything physical or romantic between us. He was attractive for a guy in his 50's but I prefer my own age bracket.

Even after a loss like that, I still couldn't quit thinking about finding my next fight. Instead of reveling in the humiliation of my defeat, I focused on two things. Not only did I want more of that next level that I just had a taste of and to be competitive there, but I wanted to be like Xuan. I wanted to be dominant like her, bend my opponents to my will. Put it all on the line like that. Not only was I still hooked but I was discovering more about my passion and myself with fight, with every win and every loss.
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Re: Kaya the Catfighter, A Series by Altered Ego
« Reply #2 on: August 17, 2018, 08:38:24 PM »
Nice story, Altered Ego. That second one is hot! I'm looking forward to more. Kaya is a likable  character, I am definitely eager to see where she goes. :)
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« Reply #3 on: August 18, 2018, 04:24:51 PM »
Kaya the Catfighter
Episode 3: Bad Blood

The Who:
Kaya: 5'2", 125 pounds, 22 years old
Vs.
Brooke: 5'3", 120 pounds, 23 years old

The What:
A bad blood catfight in a cage wearing bikinis at a bar over a man and money.

The Where:
The Cock and Kitty Fight Club west of Denton, Texas

The When:
11:00pm April 1, 2000

The How:

In my quest to become a better catfighter, I had become a regular fighter at a bar that had become famous as a sort of 'fight club'. Men and women would come here to watch local fighters put it on the line. The club is appropriately named "The Cock and Kitty". it is out in the middle of nowhere enough that it did not draw too much unwanted attention but close enough to a college town and the speedway that the competition was good and the purses were decent. It also helped that it was run by the Sheriff's cousin.

I had been getting increasingly into more and more private, requested matches as of late, but this is race weekend at Texas Motor Speedway and it is not to be missed, with well over 100,00 visitors flooding into the area, everything is kicked up a few notches over an already pretty good venue there is no way I am missing it.

I also had another reason to be here- Jeff. He is one of the regular male fighters at the club and he is super fine. A big strong country boy. I have known him since college since he was a running back and a good friend of Demarcus, so I never really pursued him and he was so focused on football that he didn't seem interested much else. But, that was then and this is now. We are out of college and beginning our lives in the real world. He and I clearly have a connection. As we mingle at different venues around the fight scene, it always becomes very flirtatious and I have caught him stealing looks at me from across the room plenty of times.... and I know he has caught me doing the same.

Another thing about Jeff is that he has no issues with my fighting. In fact, I think he prefers women who aren't afraid to mix it up since his girlfriend is also a fighter. That brings me to my problem, his girlfriend- Brooke. She is as close to a champion of the Cock and Kitty that there is. We have never fought- hell we have never even spoken to each other, just a few bitchy glances exchanged. We are evenly matched and I have always wanted a shot at her. Tonight that will change. Brooke and I are scheduled to fight in the final match of the night and I intend to goad her into putting him in the line as a prize.

I make my move during Jeff's match. As he is punishing a man that is a little bigger than him but not even close to his level, I walk past Brooke making several comments about how hot he is and how she can't handle a big strong man like him and that he needs a real woman just loud enough for her to hear. She takes the bait and within seconds we are almost nose to nose, arguing outside the cage with the bouncers holding us back.

 I glance back to the cage and see Jeff standing over his freshly defeated foe. He is watching us intently. I know I have his attention and Brooke's. "Alright then bitch, how about this? Put him on the line....when I beat you, Jeff leaves with me tonight" I point towards the stud in the cage growling loud enough that the entire club stops and everything gets quiet as they patrons wait to see how this plays out.

"Fine, skank.....but when I beat you....you have to leave and never come back to this club again." She snarls back.

"Deal, whore" I reply and we each head back to our locker rooms. The trap is laid, now I just need to execute. That might be the hard part. Brooke and I share a long list of mutual opponents but of the few that have beaten either of us, she has beaten two of the ones that have beaten me and I have lost to the one that beat her.

When the time comes, I march towards the cage in neon green bikini. I have never been more ready I think to myself as I limber up. Brooke comes in next dressed in a blue bikini. Our earlier exchange must have made this an infinitely more interesting match to the crowd as it is taking an unusually long time for the club to take all of the bets. The delay gives me more time to size up my opponent. We are similar in most ways. She's a little taller and a few pounds lighter but we look similar enough that neither of us has any real advantage physically.

She might have been prettier if she wasn't so fake. Getting caught up in the moment, I begin to insult everything that is not "original equipment" on Brooke. Starting with her fake blonde hair that hangs to the middle of her back. Her overuse of make up and finally, her fake ass spray tan. Hell, she is actually darker than me, but with an orange hue. I do have to admit that her chest is nearly identical to mine and all real.

Predictably, she comes back with insults about my tits being softer hers being better, about her being darker, mocking the magenta highlights in my curly hair. Then the fake ass bitch goes there, starting in on my being mixed race.

I nearly snap and the large woman that is the referee has her hands full keeping us apart.

"Trailer trash skank!"

"Murky ass, twat!"

"Fake ass, plastic bitch!"

"Saggy tit slut"

I have never wanted to hurt someone so badly in my life. When the bell finally rings, Brooke and I have worked ourselves into a frenzy. The referee is barely able to jump out of the way as come together like two wildcats. Brooke and I seem to have forgotten any of the form and technique that we usually have in the cage, simply ripping and tearing at each other like wild animals.

Within a couple of furious minutes both of us have lost our tops, there are deep scratches gouged into our breasts and our bodies are drenched with sweat. Clumps of Brooke's fake blonde hair clings to my body and I know I am missing some of mine as well from the stinging of my scalp. We bounce all over the cage, slamming each other into the posts and fencing, trying to do as much damage as possible. The crowd is eating the spectacle up and is almost in as much of a frenzy as we are.

We grapple body to body, trying wrestle the other woman to the ground and end up in a mutual bear hug. By the response of the crowd, they have been waiting for this.

Our tits line up perfectly and I feel her hard thick pink nipples press into my darker ones. My nipples are just as hard and thick as they meet hers.  As Brooke and I each try to crush each other in the bear hug, our tits wage their own war. I feel my nipples pushing hers and hers pressing back as they duel with every movement either of us makes.

"Is this how you want me to beat you, Kaya? My tights crushing yours?" Brooke growls through gritted teeth.

I shift my grip and grind my chest into hers. "I'll torture your pathetic trailer park titties, Brooke" I groan back. We keep going at in our bear hug tit fight for what feels like forever. I can feel my grip starting to loosen as I begin to tire. Brooke feels it too and I see a sadistic smile curl her lips just before she presses her advantage.

She squeezes me with an almost vice like strength, I let out a loud groan and my grip slides off and she pushes my back up against the cage. I can feel her firm chest beginning to collapse mine and her nipples seem to stiffen with every pained moan I make as they begin to push mine inward. The crowd begins to buzz as Brooke takes control and I begin to fade from the constricting hold and the constant assault of her chest into mine.

It's almost like I am watching the slow destruction of me by the blonde as helpless to do anything about it as any of the spectators. I feel my arms going limp. I have to do something. Just because she beat my tits doesn't mean she's better I say to myself, trying to garner the will to fight on.

"Say you give, bitch" Brooke taunts as she feels my resistance fade.

"No....Not today, skank" I snarl as lash out with my talons. I was hoping to claw her pussy but have to settle for getting a handful of Brooke's pubic hair. I latch on like a pitbull trying to rip out every one of her definitely not blonde hairs.

Brooke recoils and release me from the torturous bear hug. "Fucking bitch!" She screams, reaching down to massage her aching bush giving me a moment to recover.

I feel instant relief as my tits escape my rival's. I glare at Brooke and hold up my hand. "Missing something, cxnt?" Brooke's eyes go wide as she sees me holding her blue bikini bottoms- complete with a handful of dark, curly pubes protruding from it.

Her face turns beet red as she realizes that she is completely nude in front of the crowd who is now going absolutely berserk. With the blonde distracted and her confidence shattered, I charge. I launch myself towards her. Our chests clash once again, this time mine smash hers as I drive her to the mat.

Quickly, I pin her arms beneath my shins and begin mauling Brooke like a woman possessed. Attacking her tits with my nails, slapping her face and slamming her head to the mat using her hair without mercy. She is able to withstand my onslaught for close to a minute before she is screaming her tearful submission. The referee has to yank me off of her.

As Brooke tries to curl into the fetal position to cover her naked body, I yell to the referee "Raise my fucking hand!" As she does, I kick Brooke's hand away from her brutalized boobs and roughly plant my foot atop the tits that were destroying mine not long ago.

I search for Jeff to see his reaction after my domination of his girlfriend. Just as I hoped he is applauding wildly with a huge smile on his face and his jeans are doing a piss poor job of hiding his throbbing bulge. I have no doubt that he is mine now.

Looking back, it is definitely fitting that my relationship with my future husband was earned through combat since it is still a major part of our life. I still have Brooke's bikini bottoms to this day. I keep them in a place of honor among our various other 'war trophies' at our house.


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« Reply #4 on: August 24, 2018, 06:46:31 AM »
Episode 4: Rich Boys and Their Kinks

The Who:
Kaya: 5'2", 125 pounds, 23 years old
Vs.
Bethany: 5'7", 125 pounds, 28 years old

The What:
Nude sexfight at a private event in a winery for a large payout on the North Fork of Long Island.

The Where:
At a winery near Southhold, NY

The When:
10:00pm September 3, 2000

The How:

If you ever want to make any real money or see the really cool places in the fight game there are generally two paths. You can either be an elite kicker of ass, or you can do some private events- some of these may cater to peculiar fetishes of the person paying the bills.

Being as I am not training 24/7 to be an elite kicker of ass and since nobody would consider me shy, I have always been a bit more curious of what was out there in respect to option number two. Now that I have a partner that is more than capable of watching my back, I have let the back channels know that I am willing to hear some proposals.

I remember the night of my first fight, the guy who ran that junkyard fight club told me that there would always be work for light skinned black girls who could fight. I don't know if he knew how that is exponentially true when it comes to private matches and events.

I have always been a  popular draw because I just happen to fill a need in an underserved market as one of my business professors would say. I have a pretty face that is just different enough to be considered exotic while still having enough other traits that make me comfortably familiar. The same goes for my skin tone and green eyes. My body is curvy yet fit, I have an above average sized chest and I was also blessed with a fun, outgoing personality.

So it is no real surprise to me or Jeff that I almost immediately start getting requests. Many are just veiled attempts to use me like a prostitute, but it was easy enough to weed out those creepers. The real offers, however, could be creative and exciting. Such is the case for the one I have accepted and will be competing in tonight.

A businessman in his early 30's named Ezra offered me $5000 dollars and an all expense paid trip to New York to take on his wife, Bethany. He seemed even more excited when I told him my boyfriend has to come and be there for the entire event. He said he wouldn't have it any other way. So Labor Day weekend we went to wine country on the North Fork of Long Island.

Ezra owned, among other things, a winery that would be opening the next year. This would be the venue for tonight's action. The property was amazingly beautiful and I wasn't aware of how rural the area was being so close to the city.

The match will be taking place in the main building which looks like an old Italian villa. It is an absolutely gorgeous structure and Ezra has set up the main hall as our arena. A large mat on the floor with two almost throne-like chairs on either end of and the whole room lit by a countless number of candles. A perfect setting for the type of match I signed up for.

When I heard the words "erotic match" in the proposal I paused for a moment. Then I thought 'what the hell' even though I have never started a fight nude, I have ended that way plenty of times- usually in front of a crowd. While I have never fought with the sole intention of causing an opponent to orgasm, I have done it...and had it done to me before.

So here I am, standing naked as the day I was born across from Bethany with Ezra and Jeff, also nude, sitting in the chairs. The rules are simple, no punches, no submission holds, just do whatever you can to make the other woman cum first.

Bethany and I begin to move. She seems more comfortable in this world than I am.  I wasn't prepared for just how different it would to be in a completely intimate setting. When I was in front of a crowd it was just one more minor variable in a fight. Here, I am finding that I am feeling exposed and vulnerable like the first time with a new lover.

My opponent's lean, lithe body moves elegantly as she begins to close distance. She is built a little bit like a runway model. She is pretty and looks very much like the pinnacle of the other Jewish women that I have encountered in my brief time on Long Island. Her long black hair swaying as she moves. While thin, her milky white skin is smooth without much definition, making her very feminine. Her small but perky tits jiggle more than bounce with every step. We are the same weight but she has a significant height advantage over me.

We meet in the middle of the mat, with no real experience to rely on, my only strategy is to use brute strength to out wrestle Bethany and hold her down while I force her to orgasm. The whole thing is foreign to me and as we reach each other, her fingers expertly find my womanhood within moments of our first contact. I have to stifle a moan as I was not expecting how pleasurable her touch would be. I begin to worry I might be in over my head, but surely I am a better fighter and stronger than her, I tell myself. I see Bethany smile slyly to her husband after seeing my reaction.

"You like that, don't you Kaya? She says in that distinctive accent with a smoldering intensity that lets me know this she is in her element. After another glance at her husband, she continues "How about I give you a better chance....but we raise the stakes a little?

"What do you have in mind?" I say my mind racing to figure out just what the hell have I gotten myself into.

"Instead of making this a first to orgasm match....let's make it a truer test of femininity....first time you cum, you have to suck the cock of your opponent's man.....after the second orgasm, the other couple gets you for an hour while your man watches!" she seductively growls. I am not exactly sure how that helps me but I am certain that the only way she beats me is to get lucky. There's no way that happens more than one time, so it's worth the risk. "You have a deal" I respond as I move in to begin wrestling her.

Our bodies entangle and immediately we are on the mat our bodies trying to prove their superiority. As I thought, I am much more powerful and am able to keep her on the defensive. What I wasn't expecting is just how skilled the Jewish woman was at finding my private parts. While I have to get her pinned before my fingers can start to work their magic, she seems to be able find a way from any position to insert her fingers inside me or massage my mound.

Back and forth we go for close to 15 minutes. Both of us building towards that first release. So many times I have her held when out of nowhere she is able to counter and dissolve my focus. By this point, both of us are shining with perspiration, breathing heavily from both exertion and arousal. I finally get her trapped in a schoolgirl pin, her hands are caught beneath my shins. I reach back and find her pussy. I have her and I know it, then she bucks her hips. It's almost like she is offering me a better position. Maybe she is just succumbing to her baser urges. "Oh...God!" I cry out. What she did was to get me to slide forward enough that her mouth is against my womanhood. I can't help but to moan and it feels too good for me to pull away. This is how the first round will end as we are both now committed to finishing the other woman or cumming ourself.

I can feel Bethany writhing beneath me as she nears climax, but I know I am near the edge as well. My mind clouds as she gets me closer and closer. From her breathy moans I know she is almost there as well. I try to focus on my task since I hear her moans getting louder and louder even though they are muffled by her face being buried in my crotch. At one point I look down and both my hands are pulling her head in to my pussy. I don't know what happened but my body has betrayed me. I feel the euphoria washing over me as I pass the point of no return. I let out a series of increasingly loud moans that echo off the bare walls of the winery until my nether regions cease pulsating.

I roll off of Bethany and lay panting on the mat as she rises to her feet, her face shiny with the evidence of my orgasm. "There's one, Kaya....." she says as she gently drags me by the hair as I crawl to Ezra. Her husband leans back, his above average member on display for all of us and from the looks of it, he has been enjoying the show so far. He is pretty good looking guy, fit and takes care of himself. So I think I can manage to be not totally freaked out by this.

"Open wide, Kaya.." she says playfully before she forces my mouth down on her husband and turning her attention to him. Bethany controls my head and proudly uses me like a toy for her husband. "You like those big lips around your cock don't you, Ezra....do you like watching your wife dominate her?.....you like girls like her don't you... fuck that bitch's fac-....yes, there you go, baby. Fill her mouth up" she holds my face down until he finishes completely, I gag a few times before swallowing and she finally pulls my mouth of his now softening dick. I can feel what I didn't swallow running down my chin. "That's a good girl" she says with confidence while patronizingly patting me on the head.

I don't think she really meant to get all insulting, she was just in the mood and trying pleasure her husband. Intentional or not, things just got catty. "You got lucky, Bethany....you'll still end up as my fucktoy at the end of this" I say with a mix of playfulness and competitiveness.

"Hmph....We'll just see about that,Kaya....are you ready to get used like a slut again? Let's go" she says squaring up with me in the center of the mat. A quick glance over at Jeff tells me he is enjoying the spectacle as well. He gives me a reassuring nod and my eyes return to Bethany.

We begin round two a little more aggressively, wrapping each other up and trying to prove our strength as our sweat slicked bodies slip and slide against each other. I am able to take her to the ground but she seems stronger now- or the intensity of my orgasm has left me weaker than I expected. Either way, we are much more equal physically now as roll all over the mat, neither of us able to gain control of the other. This time we are both much more intent on trying to assert our dominance.

We exchange pins and try to use our bodies to rub against our rival's intimate bits. While not as directly stimulating, all this full body on body contact might be even more dangerous in this game. Neither of us are trying to stifle or hide our moans and gasps. My entire body is tingling and I know it is too risky for me to continue like this.

It is like Bethany knows this as well and we resume wrestling like in our first round. Again, for every move I make her hands find my pussy, but this time I'm able to do the same. As our moaning builds towards a crescendo I am able to trap her in a spladle hold.

"Your turn, skank.....cum for me..." I taunt knowing there is no escape for her this time as I plunge my fingers inside her. She resists for a bit before I feel her body spasm and her orgasm begins. "There you go, slut....I know you want to suck my man's dick, don't you?" I make sure to finish her all the way before tossing her aside like a used up piece of trash. She lays on the mat breathing heavily and basking in the pleasure of her orgasm.

Remembering what she did to me last round, I grab her and drag her to Jeff. My boyfriend looks ready to blow already from all of the excitement. Honestly, I hope he doesn't last very long so I can get back to finishing Bethany before she recovers much.

She balks a bit when she gets closer to my man's cock as is bigger than she is used to. "I bet you can take all of it..." I say as I push her head down until she gags. I start out fairly aggressively, my hands buried deep into her black hair using her mouth like a fleshlight. Before long she takes over herself. I am shocked a bit as she seems to be enjoying it. Even more shocking is that when I glance back at Ezra, he is stroking away, enjoying it just as much her. I hear a familiar groan as Jeff lets his load loose in Bethany's mouth. She seems to relish draining every drop from my man.

Wiping her mouth, she get to her feet. "Let's finish it, Kaya" she says proudly admiring her work as she looks at my boyfriend's drained rod. "I dare you to go pussy to pussy for the last round....if you think you're woman enough."

With my pride in my own sexual prowess and my confidence after the last round, there is no way I am turning her challenge down. "You're on, Bethany....everyone here wants to see my pussy conquer yours."

"My cxnt will leave yours a quivering wreck, Kaya....but I'll make sure you enjoy it" Bethany says without a hint of doubt as we saunter back to the center of the mat and get into position, sitting across from each other. Cautiously, we inch closer and closer, eyes locked, until we are mere millimeters apart. Without saying a word, our bodies embrace. Our hips begin to grind as we try to find a rhythm. My forehead presses against hers and she pushes back. I can feel every breath she takes as our bodies go to war one more time tonight. Neither of us say a word, preferring to simply concentrate on every little reaction of our opponent, trying to find any hints as to her weaknesses.

We continue our battle, both of us moaning with every movement of our hips. The our bodies glistening in the light from the now much shorter candles. I've lost all track of time and our heads now rest on each other's shoulders as we focus all our remaining energy to answer every thrust from our rival.

After what has to be close to half an hour, I feel Bethany's body convulse and her back arches. Instinctively, my hands find their way to her ass, pulling her into me and I begin to increase my pace. She shudders with every collision of our clits. I take control and force the tall slender woman to her back. She tries to push back, but her resistance is fading as she begins to embrace the inevitable, using her leg to pull me in even tighter.

I watch almost mystified as every grinding move of my hips causes her perky tits to jiggle and elicits an increasingly louder moan. I'm feeling almost intoxicated, hypnotized by the mix of sexual pleasure and the thrill of bending another woman's will to mine in such an intimate way. I realize that I, myself, am on a very fine edge. I must be careful that I don't enjoy myself too much and climax before Bethany.

I regain my composure and focus on the task at hand. I watch as Bethany's body begins to tremble and shake. Her moans become screams and she finally cries out in between her ragged breaths "Oh fuck...oh fuck....Oh....God....Fuuuuuuck!!!" Her back arching, her entire body pulsating until she collapses into a quivering mess.

I am not able to stand after the contest and lay next my defeated rival. The men come and assist us over to the side of the mat just in front of Ezra's chair. Once Bethany and I get our wits back, Ezra brings out a few bottles of his soon to be released wine.

After a couple of glasses, the aspiring winemaker takes his seat and reminds us that we still have an hour with his wife. I never thought I'd see a husband so excited to watch his wife have the things done to her that Jeff and I did. Of course, I didn't expect her to be as excited - or as enthusiastic about it either. It makes me wonder if this wasn't their plan all along, but who am I to judge what others want. I chuckle to myself thinking I did just have a sexfight with another woman, gave her husband a blow job and watched as she did the same to my boyfriend, after all. After our hour with Bethany was up, we let Ezra join in since he was easy on the eyes and writing the check.

The next morning, an exhausted Ezra and Bethany drove us back to the city, bought us lunch and dropped us off at the airport. As we boarded the jet to head back to Texas, I can't help but to think that this isn't a bad way to make some money and see some places. It might have been my first sexfight but I doubt it will be my last.
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Re: Kaya the Catfighter, A Series by Altered Ego
« Reply #5 on: August 27, 2018, 05:09:29 AM »
Episode 5: A Real Mother of a Fight

The Who:
Kaya: 5'2", 125 pounds, 24
Vs.
Tracey: 5'5", 145 pounds, 43

The What:
Kaya and her mother, Tracy, get into a fight during a visit.

The Where:
The backyard of Kaya and Jeff's house a few miles outside of Weatherford, TX

The When:
3:00pm October 15, 2002

The How:
After a certain event in 2001, Jeff enlisted and soon afterward he and I were married. I was still working on my MBA when he deployed, so I was living in our small country house by myself. This left me plenty of time to focus on my studies and pursue many opportunities to fight.

During this time I reconnected with my mother, Tracey. We had always had a sort of rocky relationship as she wasn't the most stable or loving mom, but she was at least trying now while my husband was overseas. She wasn't really so much a bad mother but more of an absent one.

I think another reason we weren't close is because we are so different. Most people wouldn't see us as mother and daughter. Because of our 'personal style' we don't really appear to look too much alike at first glance. I am shorter, she is quite a bit darker, she keeps her hair short, mine is long. But, if you really take a good look, we are pretty similar. We both are built similarly, though she is heavier than me now by quite a bit. Our chests our comparable and we both have pretty faces.

 Another reason we were getting closer is that I recently found out about something she had kept from me while I was growing up. She was also into the fight scene. Still is apparently. It was one of the reasons she wasn't around much when I was younger. Like me, fighting was her passion but unlike me, she let it consume her to the point that everything else was second- including me.

I could tell that she resented my marriage- especially since Jeff was similar to my father and she would sometimes make little barbs directed to me about it and I still resented her putting a hobby over her own child. Finally, everything came to a head one day and her and I had to settle it the only way two such women could.

"Your daddy didn't beat your ass enough, you disrespectful little bitch....but I'm about to fix that, right now!" my mom yelled as we started out the door.

"How would you know anything about my childhood....you were never there...always too busy fucking a bunch of men that you couldn't keep, slut!" I fired back as we got into the yard.

Still screaming at each other we kick our shoes off and instinctively begin to stalk one another. I am dressed in jeans and one of Jeff's old shirts that I remove quickly before pulling my hair back leaving me in a small white sports bra. My mom is wearing a tracksuit. She pulled of the top leaving her in a white tank top, her hair was short, straightened, dyed  red and didn't need to be pulled back.

Even though I am younger and fitter, Tracey is quite a bit bigger and stronger. We are both well experienced and I know I am in for a fight. A fight that probably has been brewing for at least 10 years.

Knowing she has the strength advantage, my mom is the first to advance. Aggressively swiping at me to try and get her nails into me. We trade slaps for several seconds before we latch onto each other's hair. We stumble all around my backyard trying to power one another to the ground, throwing punches all along the way.

She has a distinct advantage using my longer hair as leverage and I counter by grabbing her tank top. Eventually it gives way and rips leaving her heavy chest to swing freely while she muscles me to the earth. I scramble to keep from being pinned and we become a ball of intertwined arms, legs and rage, rolling all over the damp earth on the cool October afternoon.

I am fitter and eventually end up on top of my mom. I use my tits to try and smother her as she punches my flanks. Her pace begins to slow and her strikes get weaker. I think I have her when I feel her teeth clamp down on the inside of my left breast. I scream in pain and roll off of Tracey attempting to escape and soothe my injured mammary.

"Get back here, bitch...mommy is not done with you" she snaps as she grabs the back waistband of my jeans as I am scurrying away. Her thick legs lock around my waist. I struggle briefly before finding myself in a half nelson body scissors combination hold.

For several torturous minutes my mother pulses her thighs, crushing me like an anaconda. I dig the claws of my free hand into her thigh only to be assaulted by Tracey's fists. She chuckles " I've never seen a black woman turn red like that before...must be your dad's side."

"Let go of me" I groan trying to resist her crushing legs. My legs pounding into the grass covered dirt as try to find a way to mitigate the pain.

"You may be too weak for me to claim you but you can take some punishment, I'll give you that." She says arrogantly "let's see just how much you can take, Kaya". She then slips her hand into my sports bra.

I howl in pain as her finger nails sink into and twist my titflesh. I know I am beaten but my pride and my hatred for Tracey won't let me give her the satisfaction of making my submit. "Scream all you want....no one will save you...not your dad....not your husband."

Try as I might, I can't keep the tears from trickling out of the corner of my eyes. "I see you are still a cry baby, Kaya...you were a whiny baby" she taunts as she continues her attacks now using both hands to inflict pain on both of my tits.

Finally, I am not sure how long we have been going at it, but I just can't take anymore. "Please....stop! I give, I give! Please!" I cry out desperately.

Tracey chuckles "Bitch...this ain't no sanctioned match....it's a fight. It's over when I say it's over." She release the hold and dismissively kicks me off before rising to her feet.

I lay flat on my back, gulping in air unencumbered for the first time in well over 15 minutes. I am completely oblivious to my surroundings as I try to recuperate but Tracey gives me no quarter. She grabs two handfuls of my curly hair. "Get up, Kaya. You're no fighter.... I've heard you even do those fuck fights...like a little whore!" She snarls, pulling me back to my feet.

With her left hand clamped firmly in the middle of my sports bra, the older woman keeps me vertical as the right slaps my face calling me a different expletive with every stinging smack. In desperation, I throw a sloppy right that impacts just below Tracey's left eye. Her head snaps sideways but returns to center with a bit of a smile. "Not done yet are you, baby?....good!"

I try to follow up with another sloppy haymaker that she easily ducks before sinking a body shot deep into my belly that leaves me fighting for breath. I see her measuring me for a knockout punch but my arms just can't  rise before the brutal right connects. My bra rips, still in my mother's left hand as I fall backwards and land flat on my back.

I lay there, barely conscious. I'm only able to stare up at Tracey as she looks down on me. "Pathetic...maybe you should stick making those white girls cum" She grumbles pulling me to a seated position by my hair. She kneels behind me and I feel her arm slide around my neck. I barely have time to reach up and weakly attempt to pry her arm free before the tunnel vision sets in. "Shhhh.....shhhh.." Tracey mockingly whispers before everything goes black.

I am not sure how long I was out but the sun is starting to set and I think the October chill on my topless body is what wakes me. My entire body is in pain. I stumble into my house wondering what I will find. My mind is mix of humiliation, feeling betrayed and grief. I don't know what will happen if Tracey is still in my home. Much to my relief, my mother is long gone and she took my wedding and engagement rings leaving a note that only read "If you want them back, you know what you have to do". I can't help but to cry. How could my own mother have been so cruel?

I take my revenge on a bottle of Jeff's bourbon. I blackout for the second time that day, but this time when I wake up there is no hurt or sadness just an incredible feeling of rage.


Trillian: AlteredEgo