I originally wrote this story as an entry for the competition that was set up by Freshfight, but as the words began to flow it became much more then what I had intended for it to be. As it stands this is part one of a rapidly growing story that I hope you folks will all enjoy and please don't hesitate to comment, I'm looking for constructive criticism that would help me improve the later parts of this story.
I wish to thank Freshfight for all the assistance that he gave me while I was writing this and most importantly for allowing me to use his character Tara.
I also wish to thank Oliver Sheppank for allowing me the use of his character's name and image as inspiration for one of the characters in this story. All credit for Skie belongs to Mr. Sheppank and everyone who enjoys the character should visit his deviantart profile,
http://skie-maree.deviantart.com/ to view more of his work.
The original competition page
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,26817.0.html
Tara, the Queen Bitch
Alice "Skie" Maree, an OC by Oliver Sheppank
The Queen Bitch's Beginning: Part One, A Friend's Betrayal
The ring stood empty as the small audience took their seats at ringside, each having paid a small fortune to sit in the dungy and badly-lit building and witness the event. Normally capable of holding nearly four hundred spectators, tonight the converted warehouse could nearly be called deserted given the few people allowed in, the voices of the few echoing off the walls. The proprietors of this fine establishment sought to maximize the money generated tonight by nearly quadrupling the average ticket price, surely keeping out the riffraff and making sure that all these fine, upstanding gentlemen would be able to enjoy the show thoroughly.
And what a show it would turn out to be.
Two women would enter the ring tonight bearing such hatred towards each other that no rule could possibly restrain the malice they would unleash upon each other. With that in mind, it had been decided by the powers-that-be that since no force outside the Lord himself could keep these women fighting within the normal bounds of the match, that as long as permanent injury and/or death didn’t seem imminent, nothing would stop the match except a pinfall or submission.
No one outside the two fighting could really understand the depth of loathing these two shared with one another,. As many such things do, the rivalry between the two can draw it’s roots from senior year in High School. Alice “Skie“ Maree, a young woman with a troubled past of street violence, was uprooted from her home in Los Angeles, CA and sent to live with relatives in England, as far away from the turmoil that had plotted the course of her life since she could walk. However, what was meant to be a fresh start for the young woman resulted only in the reaffirming of her life’s choices.
Skie had the extreme bad luck to be born to parents that were perhaps not as excited by the prospect of a child as they should have been. Ignored from an early age, Skie could go days without a word being uttered to her from either of her parents. In fact, the only times her parents would bestow any attention to her would be when she caused some sort of trouble, a precedent that would cause her family no end of grief.
Skie would spend most of her time out of her loveless home, out on the streets where she could make friends and find the affection that was denied to her at home. Skie would make, in time, a very strong circle of friends that could at best be described as hoodlums. Skie's friends weren’t a gang, so to speak, but as the years went on the trouble they would get into would begin to escalate sharply, going from simple vandalism and petty theft to assault and battery in the course of a few years.
It wasn’t until Skie’s High School years, when Skie begin to learn a fashion sense that was more characteristic of a woman who walked the streets for a living that her parents took notice and decided to try and intervene. They attempted all matter of prevention classes, boot camps, and scared straight programs to try to turn their daughter from the path that she had begun, but it was far too little and far too late. Finally, having exhausted all their options, Skie’s parents decided that the best chance she would have to reform would be to send her far away from the life that she built for herself, to exile her to family across the pond.
A new student in a completely new environment will always face terrible difficulty adjusting. The difficulty, though, is intensified greatly if the other students decide that the new student either just doesn’t belong or is a threat to the natural order of things.
In the poor case of Skie, she was both.
From the moment Skie walked into her first class of her new school, before she had even said hello for the first time, it had been decided that the Colonial refugee was never going to fit in. Skie represented a threat that could topple everything the students had built, something that could destroy almost a decade’s work. It was not anything that Skie had done that warranted such prejudice, it wasn’t her background or even that she was American. It was, unfortunately, simply what she was that would keep Skie from joining in all the other’s reindeer games. What she was, to put is the barest words possible, was Aphrodite in mortal form.
Possessing the very definition of a hourglass figure with a face that was almost obscenely beautiful, Skie’s body demanded the complete and undivided attention of every person in the vicinity, be they of a orientation that enjoys women or not. Platinum blonde hair fell beneath golden, sun-kissed shoulders and a flash of cerulean peaked over a set of designer glasses. However, it was what came below these sapphire-like eyes that would hold the attention of everyone present for the rest of their curricular careers. Within a shirt barely held together by a knot, contained Skie’s greatest treasure, her breasts. Fantastically large and gravity defying, Skie’s breasts were the stuff of legend and would occupy the fantasies of all the men present, and a fair number of the women, for decades to come.
It’s easy to see how such a woman would make every other woman feel threatened and fear losing their boyfriends. How could they possibly compete with someone who was obviously an angel sent down to answer the prayers of men everywhere? As it turns out, there was only two women within a thousand miles who could compete with Skie in terms of sheer beauty and one of them would end up being Skie’s only friend through her experience in the British school system, Tara.
A dark goddess to the American’s angelic beauty, Tara was as beautiful, perhaps even more so, as Skie. A woman of exotic origins, raven-black hair flowed from Tara’s head and perfectly framed a face of unequaled beauty, forcing those lucky enough to have her gaze fall upon them to become completely enraptured by the siren-like power of Tara’s emerald eyes. Blessed with an hour-glass figure of her own, Tara’s body was the epitome of perfection and would have forced men bearing strong will and self-restraint to fall on their knees in worship. Tara’s proudest assets, though, were her breasts. Like her new friend, Tara possessed breasts that would defy explanation as to their titanic size and seemingly Newtonian-defying characteristics.
The latest scion in a old military family, Tara was by all accounts an army brat. Moving around constantly as her father was transferred from base to base all around the UK and indeed most countries boasting a British base on their soil. Never allowed to settle down and make friends, Tara was constantly uprooted throughout her childhood and by the time Tara’s father received a permanent station in England the damage had been done. With no close friends and almost no interaction with people outside of those who wanted her body, Tara was forced into the role of loner. In fact, the only relationship that Tara would have were her parents and their teachings of what it meant to be their child.
Tara’s father was a soldier through and through; honest, hardworking and steadfastly courageous, the very best example of a British soldier. Coming from a military family that could trace it’s origins to the time before Cromwell, Tara’s father sought every day to uphold his family’s honor and to pass on all that he knew to his only child.
Tara’s mother was a proud woman that Tara’s father would meet during his time as military attaché to the British embassy in Israel. Boasting a proud warrior family history herself, Tara’s mother would bestow upon Tara a sense of honor and warrior spirit that would influence her every action from the her first word, a passion that would flow in her blood and push to her to heights beyond what she thought her body and spirit could endure.
However, this upbringing would cause Tara to become a child with only the barest of skills in associating with others. A woman like this in her late teens, not having a single friend that lasted more then a single base transfer and possessing a beauty that could not possibly be overstated, would have been easy pickings for a flock of jealous girls if left by herself, especially given Tara’s reluctance to associate with those she could not understand.
Luckily for her, though, the overwrought family of a certain new student would decide they had enough of the burden of a problem child and send her a companion from far, far away.
The two social pariahs became very fast and the very best of friends, both feeling not the least bit threatened by the extreme beauty of the other. Despite the extreme differences the two had, their upbringings could not have been more different, they seemed to have a friendship with foundations of stone. Both of them would share the burden of other people’s petty jealousy, shielding each other from their scorn and providing the friendship that they both desperately needed.
For a year you could not find one without finding the other, the two women never far from earshot from each other. They would teach other things that they never encountered before, Tara would share all what it was like to have a family and Skie share all she knew about interacting with the world. They would help each other overcome the challenges of education, loneliness, everything that stood in their way.
Well…almost everything.
Skie had found herself welcome to Tara’s household from the get-go, a friend that the raven-headed woman had desperately needed for years. While Tara’s mother was hesitant to accept the American girl into their home, (“Who let’s their child go out dressed like a whore?”), Tara’s father was immediately willing to let that slide in favor of his daughter’s happiness. As the months went by Skie would find herself staying at Tara’s house more often then her own family’s home, basking in the warmth that such a affectionate family would shower on her. In fact, Skie would be welcome to stay at Tara’s home any time she liked, whether Tara was home or not. Skie would be welcome even if Tara’s mother was away visiting her ailing mother. Skie would be welcome even if it would have only been Tara’s father and herself.
Alone. No other person but each other to enjoy each other’s company with.
Tara’s mother was not appreciative of this when she found out about it one Friday afternoon after returning a few days earlier then what she supposed to. She most certainly was not appreciative of this when walked in on Tara’s father and Skie enjoying each other’s company. Did not appreciate it at all.
Skie was lucky to escape with her life.
Less then an hour later Tara received a phone call from her mother while she was working out at the school gym, a phone call that brought her world shattering around her. Tara almost burst into tears at the news of her father’s infidelity and her best friend’s part in it. The tears never came though and the sadness was soon replaced by terrible anger, an anger that overwhelmed the dark goddess and sent her off hunting Skie, not even bothering to change out of her white tank top and cheetah-print gym shorts.
Tara tracked Skie through all the former friend’s normal haunts, but the Blonde managed to stay one step ahead of the dark goddess. It took a day for Tara to finally hunt down her newfound nemesis, to find the place that Skie had called refuge, in the home of the crimson haired seductress, Clarisse.
Clarisse was a French-born beauty that was the undisputed sexual fantasy of all the men in school before the arrival of the two former friends. While she may not have been the ten that the two former friends were, Clarisse was easily 9.5 on the beauty scale. However, it was not the physical beauty that reduced Clarisse’s loveliness, but her personality. Clarisse was a woman who could not have been colder if she was chiseled from a block of ice.
Hard and unapproachable, Clarisse had none the less climbed to the top of her school’s social hierarchy using her beauty. A beautiful face topped off with long flaming hair combined with a body a model could only dream about allowed Clarisse to leap above all her initial rivals in a matter of months. For years there were no women that could pose a threat to her reign and she ruled unopposed…that is, of course, until the arrival of Tara.
From the first time Clarisse laid eyes on Tara, the redhead felt…inadequate, something she had never felt before. For the first time, Clarisse heard whispers that a woman was more attractive then her, who could take the Crimson-haired beauty’s place. A person would be hard-pressed to choose which of the two women was better looking or had the better body, but Tara had something more about her, an exoticness that defied explanation. Black hair, emerald eyes, a dark golden tan, an…air of unknown, it was enough to topple Clarisse if Tara had such an inclination. Clarisse, though, wasn’t going to take that chance.
From Clarisse’s first moment of inadequacy, she was leading the charge against Tara. The Redhead did all she could to make sure that Tara would never threaten her status and she was succeeding…until Skie showed up. Again, Clarisse felt the shadow of doubt and fear when she saw the Blonde for the first time and again did her best to minimize her, but when Skie found Tara and ended up as friends, Clarisse realized she had a major problem on her hands.
For a year Clarisse waged a war against the two, spreading rumors about everything from their promiscuity to their orientation, making Skie into druggie and Tara a street walker. It did little to keep the men’s eyes from roaming whenever the two walked into a room, however, and it seemed like only a matter of time before Clarisse was yesterday’s news. That’s why it was such a surprise when Skie ran up to her and begged for her help, claiming that Tara was after her.
A split between the two biggest thorns in her side? Clarisse couldn’t believe her luck.
Clarisse agreed to help Skie any way that she could, desperately eager to fan the flames between the two former friends. Clarisse even went so far as to allow the Platinum Blonde to stay with her for the time being, the Redhead‘s parents were spending a month on the continent anyway. As far as Clarisse could tell about the situation between Tara and Skie, the Blonde had decided that Tara’s father was a good way to kill an evening and his wife came home early, who in turned sicced her daughter on her former friend. Clarisse knew an opportunity when she saw one and decided that maybe Tara could do with a few clues on Skie’s current location.
Calling a few of her minions, Clarisse let the word out that Skie was hiding out in her home. Clarisse knew that it wouldn’t take long for the word to get to Tara so she decided that it might be wise to get out before the Raven-haired woman arrived. Quickly changing into some workout clothes, Clarisse found the Platinum angel, who had borrowed a white t-shirt and some shorts to replace the clothes she’d been wearing for a day, sitting in the living room and watching TV. Clarisse told Skie that she was going out for a jog and would be back in a half hour and asked that she answer the door if the bell should ring, she was expecting a delivery soon.
Clarisse had barely made it down the block before Tara came storming down the street and up to the door. Twenty four hours had done nothing to lessen the rage that Tara felt with every beat of her heart, the sting of betrayal twisting like a knife in her gut. Tara had finally caught a whiff of Skie’s trail when she overhead a few of Clarisse’s friends at the gym talking about her new houseguest. Tara had wasted little time after that and immediately set off on to Clarisse’s home.
Starring unseeingly at the TV, Skie pondered the situation that she found herself in. Contrary to the opinions of Tara and Clarisse, Skie was not running in fear from her new rival. Skie had been fighting on the streets for as long as she could remember, she knew how to fight and knew that if it came down to her and Tara that it would be the Raven-haired woman that would catch the beating.
That being said, Skie also knew that only suckers went into a fight with no one at their back. A person could talk about fighting fair all they want, but as far as the Blonde was concerned such talk was reserved only for losers. Clarisse may by the last person that Skie wanted backing her up, but beggars can’t be choosers and at the moment the Redhead was the only person stepping up to help her. Clarisse may be a back-stabbing bitch, but when it comes to hurting Tara, Skie knew that the Redhead wouldn’t let her down.
This thought had no sooner left her mind when the door bell began ringing rather frantically. This should have been Skie’s warning, but her misplaced confidence in Clarisse led her to believe that there was no way that Tara would find her here.
Skie had barely opened the door before a raven blur tackled her and knocked her to the ground. The wind knocked out of her, Skie could only gasp as the blur plopped onto her stomach and began wildly raining down blows to her face, her glasses being knocked away from her eyes and a banshee’s scream filling her ears.
In the back of her head, Tara knew she was making a horrendous mistake by fighting while she was completely enraged. This had been a lesson that her father had spent years trying to drill into her head, but the sight of this woman drove all knowledge of conflict from her mind and made the fire within her burn all that much hotter. Right now the only thing that crossed Tara’s mind was that the ruin of her family was laying beneath her and that Skie’s face was far too intact for her tastes.
“You fucking whore!” Tara screamed, her rage giving her blows strength that she never knew before. Skie desperately tried to shield her face with her arms, but Tara would knock away the Blonde’s arms and punch her harder, desperate to make the Blonde feel even a fraction of the pain that now plagued her. Blow after blow was delivered into Skie’s face; her cheeks, her mouth, her eyes, it made no difference, Tara was not going to stop until Skie was unrecognizable. Skie starting trying to buck Tara off her body, but Tara only halted her assault on the Blonde’s face and sunk her fingers deep into Skie’s tits anchor herself onto of the Blonde..
Skie starting screaming as she felt spear-like claws stabbed her prized possessions, Tara’s hands diving down with all her strength. Skie’s hands flew to Tara’s wrists to pull her hands from her tits before any permanent damage could be done, but Tara’s nails plunging deeply through the fabric of Skie’s shirt and bra and into her flesh made the attempted removal even more painful then the squeezing.
Releasing Skie’s tits, Tara reached up and tore open the Blonde’s shirt, revealing Skie’s lacy baby-blue and pink bra and giving Tara an almost unobstructed view of her tits. Balling her fists, Tara punched each tit as hard as she could, each blow an attempt to cave in Skie’s breasts. Just like her attempt to destroy her enemy’s face, Tara now tried to demolish Skie’s breasts, the only things that Skie truly felt any actual pride about. Tara knew that striking Skie’s tits was the same as striking at her soul and any damage she could do to the mounds of flesh would hurt her far more then the actual pain.
Fearing the destruction of her bust, Skie suddenly started bucking much more effectively, finally managing to swing her legs up high enough to wrap around Tara’s head and pull her off of her. Scrambling to her feet, Skie pulled off the ragged remains of her shirt and retreated deeper into the house, desperate to put some distance between herself and Tara that so she could recover. Unfortunately for her, Tara was quick to get back on her feet and shot off after Skie. Turning around, Skie met Tara’s charge and the two sets of Olympian breasts slammed into each other as their owners wrapped their arms around each other, both determined to crush the other’s tits with their own.
Skie had been fighting with her breasts for quite some time now, one fought on the street with every weapon at their disposal. Skie had personally destroyed all her female rival’s breasts with her own, often taking them and crushing them between her own firmer, far more power breasts. However, Skie had never felt such strength in another woman’s breasts before, Tara’s tits feeling more like two globes of steel two mounds of flesh. In all her previous fights Skie’s opponents would quickly crumble under the pressure of her tits, dropping to their knees and begging for surrender. Tara, however, seemed to be holding up just as well as Skie, her tits resisting Skie’s attempts to crush them into her enemy’s chest. Indeed, Tara actually seemed to be trying to attack just as much as her rival, though pain showed itself plainly in Tara’s green eyes as she closed them in agony.
Tara felt that Skie was trying to force her own breasts through Tara’s chest, for all the strength that she was attempting to bring to bear against the Raven-haired woman. Tara had never got caught up in a titfight before, this particular style understandably never taught to her by her father. Tara knew the strength of her tits, though, and knew the pain that she could handle and it would take Skie a hell of a lot more to bring her down like this.
“You fucking whore, how could you ruin my family like this?!” Tara screamed, her arms tightening even further and forcing more pressure onto Skie’s breasts. Skie didn’t answer verbally, though, the pain finally beginning to overwhelm her tolerance. Tara’s previous attack on her tits had weakened them and if the Blonde didn’t end this stalemate soon, she feared that it would destroy them both. Slowly reaching her hands up, Skie was able to grab the very tip of Tara’s hair and yanked down as hard as she could, forcing Tara’s head back and exposing her neck. As quick as a snake, Skie lunged forward and slammed her forehead against Tara’s throat, causing Tara to release her grip on Skie and grasp her throat as she tried to force oxygen down past the coughs that threatened to overcome the Raven-haired woman. Skie took the opportunity to drop her shoulder down into Tara’s stomach and give the other woman a tackle of her own, slamming the small of Tara’s back up against a unfortunately placed dining room table, causing Tara to arch her back in agony.
Dropping even lower, Skie wrapped her arms around Tara’s waist and lifted her off her feet and slammed her onto the top of the table, knocking what air remained out of Tara‘s lungs. Racked with painful coughs, Tara could do nothing as Skie reached up and tore open Tara’s own shirt, revealing a micro-triangle green bikini top. Repaying the treatment that she received earlier, Skie hopped on the table and straddled her former friend’s stomach, making sure to pin Tara’s arms beneath her legs. With both hands Skie simultaneously began slamming her fists onto Tara’s tits over and over again, causing Tara to gasp in pain and desperately try to turn onto her side to shield her breasts even slightly. Skie’s weight on Tara’s arms prevented this, however, and Skie rewarded Tara for her attempt by interlocking her fingers and dropping her hands down on one of Tara‘s tits in a terrible hammerblow. Skie was rewarded herself by Tara screaming in pain, a fear that her tits would break like melons if Skie kept slamming them like that. Skie grinned like a mad woman at Tara‘s reaction and started delivering hammer blows to each of Tara‘s tits, alternating between the left and the right. Each blow causing Skie’s grin to widen and her pleasure to heighten, the thought that it had been far, far too long since she had an opportunity to prove that she was better then someone and she was going to relish this chance even if it was far from ideal.
Tiring of slamming Tara’s tits, Skie unknotted her fingers and cupped both of her new enemy‘s breasts. Spreading out her fingers as far as possible, Skie gripped as much of Tara’s tits as possible, feeling Tara’s nipples through the fabric of the bra and poking into the palms of her hands. Instead of squishing them like she was planning, Skie instead marveled at the firmness of Tara’s tits, the strength of the Raven-haired woman’s breasts remaining impressive even after the pain that Skie delivered to them. Tara’s tits had to be among the strongest Skie has ever known, the olive-skin breasts resisting all that Skie had been giving them. Skie gently squeezed, hefted, and kneaded Tara’s most appreciated portions of flesh to further gauge the power of Tara’s tits and was left feeling unsure.
In comparison to her own breasts, Skie felt that she could match Tara if she had to, the differences in size and firmness being so minute that one would probably only notice them if the two sets crushing up against each other. However, whether Skie could win such a fight was something she did not feel confident about. Both her tits and Tara’s were so similar in size, firmness and overall strength it left Skie feeling if it came to full-on war between the two sets of titanic tits that the platinum blonde could never win and at best would destroy Tara’s tits along with her own.
Having examined Tara’s tits for quite long enough, Skie decided that if it came to tit war, she was going to soften up her opposition as much as possible from the get go. Releasing Tara’s breasts, Skie leaned her face down close to her enemy’s rack. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Skie took as much of Tara’s tit as possible into her mouth and sank her teeth deeply into the flesh. Tara gasped and shivered in great pain at this action, the Platinum Blonde’s teeth grinding the mound of flesh viciously. Tara felt certain that Skie was going to tear a chunk out of her prized possessions, that she was trying to ruin her bust like she ruined her family. This thought shot through the pain and gave Tara the strength to wiggle her arms out from under Skie.
Reaching up and behind her tormentor, Tara took tight hold of Skie’s platinum locks and yanked as hard as she could. Skie started screaming horribly at the fire that ignited on her head and released her Doberman-like hold on Tara’s tits. Tara didn’t waste any time in trying to assuage the pain in her breast and immediately punched Skie as hard as she could in her face, knocking the Blonde off of her and onto the ground. Tara sat up and massaged her breast as she watched Skie crawl a few feet away and turned to meet her gaze.
The two stared at each other for the longest time, the fire in their eyes almost making the room ignite in flames at the tension. Skie got to her feet and Tara hopped off the table, blue and green eyes never breaking contact. A no man’s land existed in the one-pace distance between them, both of the women tensed to attack at the first sign of hostile movement from the other.
“You fucked my father, you fucking Blonde cxnt. You fucking ruined my family.” Tara said.
“He made the first move, grinding his junk against my ass as he told me how hot I was. I think it’s pretty safe to say that you family was pretty fucking ruined before your father ever set his eyes on me, all I did was roll around in the rubble.” Skie smirked, enjoying the glaze of rage that fell over Tara’s eyes.
Tara let lose a terrible scream as she charged at Skie, who met her charge with a foot to the gut. Tara bent over at the pain in her stomach and gasped as she felt two hands grip her hair. Knowing what Skie’s idea was, Tara kicked at the knee that was being raised to slam her in the face and set a hard punch to Skie’s pussy, dropping the Blonde to her knees as she released Tara’s hair to grip her wounded womanhood.
Skie was still moaning when Tara reached down and grabbed the hurt Blonde by her tits, forcing her to her feet by yanking up on her nipples. Standing on wobbly legs, Skie was fairly impotent to stop Tara’s knee from slamming into her pussy once, twice, three times before Tara let her fall to the ground, tearing falling down Skie’s face at the agony.
Standing above Skie, Tara bent over and gripped both of the Blonde’s legs and spread her legs wide. Skie had about a moment’s warning before Tara’s foot slammed down on her cxnt and another screamed erupted from her throat. Tara took the scream as an invitation to do it over and over again, to try and stomp Skie’s pussy into the ground. After almost a minute of this, Skie’s voice went silent as the pain overwhelmed her tolerance, no longer able to scream as she could force herself to breath.. Tara paid no heed to this, though, and just kept slamming her foot down onto her enemy’s womanhood.
Her body shaking with silent sobs, Skie almost sighed in relief when Tara stopped stomping her. Tara stopping, however, didn’t have anything to do with mercy and had everything to do with trying to cause Skie more pain. Tara bent and gripped Skie by her shorts and pulled them down the Blonde’s legs, leaving Skie’s baby-blue and pink thong as the only thing protecting her modesty. The garment would not remain Skie's protection for long, though, as Tara suddenly starting yanking up on the flimsy fabric and wedging far into Skie’s pussy. Skie started screaming anew at this torture, her arms now slamming on the ground and her back arching in absolute agony. It was all Skie could do not to drift into pain-induced unconsciousness as her mind desperately tried to find a way out of this.
“Oh my God! Oh sweet Christ! Stop it, for the love of God STOP!” Skie screamed. Tara only laughed darkly at her torture, the pleasure of Skie’s pain warming her heart considerably.
Skie wouldn’t last much longer, she knew this, she would either pass out or beg for mercy, two things she has never done before and the thought sickened her. Skie tried kicking Tara but her strength seems to have left and the attempted counterattack did almost nothing. Then she tried just crawling away from Tara, but the olive-skinned woman just followed her, the pain in Skie’s pussy never letting up a moment. It seemed almost hopeless for Skie until…
“Oh God, your daddy will be mad at you for messing with his favorite hole!” Skie screamed out, almost not having the breath to talk. Tara stopped her pulling in shock at Skie’s statement, the stupidity matching that of goading the lion once it already had it’s teeth in you. Had it been possible, Tara’s eyes would have turned red as she now pounced on Skie, abandoning her pussy attack in favor of slamming her fists in Skie’s face once again. Skie had planned on this, banked on it actually, and just as Tara it pulling her arm back for the punch that would surely knock Skie unconscious, the Blonde lashed out with her own fists, once again striking Tara in the throat!
Tara immediately collapsed on top of Skie, choking and coughing and unable to breath. Skie rolled the gasping woman off of her and got to her feet, turning to watch the Raven-haired woman curl into the fetal position as she tried to breath. Having none of that, Skie decided to repay the favor for her pussy’s torment and bent over and pulled Tara’s own shorts off of her, Tara’s green thong just barely hanging on. Both women matched each other now, down to nothing but their bras and their thongs, and a wonderful sight it was. So much of Skie’s golden-tanned flesh on display, not to mention Tara’s olive hues, it would have made anyone walking by collapse at the sight of two such beautiful, nearly nude, women.
Taking hold of both legs, Skie delivered a kick to Tara’s privates that would have done a soccer player proud, the blow pushing Tara almost half a foot across the floor. Tara couldn’t even scream because of the damage to her throat and she was near the edge of blacking out. Two more kicks and Tara’s eyelids were fluttering, her eyes close to rolling back into her head. Skie noticed her rival’s near defeat and decided that it was time to finish it before she caught a second wind.
Reaching behind her, Skie slowly under the strips holding her bra in place, releasing her mammoth tits and allowing them to swing freely. Walking around Tara and up to her head, Skie lowered herself to her hands and knees, her hands resting on either side of Tara’s face. Slapping Tara into awareness, Skie looked deep into her eyes as Tara gazed up in confusion at Skie’s upside-down face for a moment before her eyes caught sight of Skie’s tits dangling above her like two massive golden stalactites. Tara’s eyes widened in realization and tried to turn away, but Skie was too quick and slammed her chest onto Tara’s countenance, her breasts completely enveloping Tara’s facial features and cutting off her air.
Tara’s heart was beating like a drum as the two massive mounds of flesh eclipsed her face, barely able to get in a small gasp of air before her head was swallowed whole by titflesh. Tara desperately tried to push Skie’s teats away from her face, but the Blonde was squishing her tits together herself, tightening their grip on Tara’s head. Tara then tried to just push Skie’s body off of her, Tara easily being athletic enough to perform such a feat, but the deprivation of oxygen was showing itself and Skie’s body barely nudged at Tara’s pathetic display.
Skie was laughing manically at Tara’s sad action, the weak bitch unable to even more her Blonde soon-to-be-conqueror an inch. Skie wished so very much that she had a better view of Tara then just the bitch’s udder-like tits at the moment. Skie wanted to look into Tara’s eyes at this moment, the Black-haired bitch’s orbs surely had that glassy look that panicky cxnts away got just before Skie put them away. Unable to hold back, Skie lifted her chest once to look at Tara’s face and into her eyes. What Skie saw, however, was not what she was expecting.
Two eyes filled with emerald fire starred up at Skie as the almost-smothered woman took in great deep breaths, Tara’s chest rising and falling greatly at her desperate actions. Tara didn’t have the strength to try and move now that she was free, but she did feel stronger with every breath that she took, the oxygen spreading out into her deprived muscles. Deciding that her curiosity was satisfied, Skie once again slammed her breasts down onto and covered Tara’s beautiful face, reasoning that Skie could smother Tara’s defiance out of her. Skie had made a grave mistake when her curiosity overruled her reason, however. In allowing Tara those few breaths, it gave the dark goddess just enough strength to once again go onto the attack, which she commenced by reaching up and wrapping her arms around Skie’s head and pulling her into her tits!
A mutual breast smother!
Skie’s eyes went wide as her vision was suddenly blackened by Tara’s tits, allowing nothing to be seen but olive-colored skin and a small strip of green fabric. Skie let go of her own tits and grabbed at Tara’s arms and tried to pry them off, but the position was awkward and Skie could do little. Panicking a little, Skie began sliding her hands down Tara’s body till she felt the fabric of her thong. Sliding her hand underneath the flimsy fabric, Skie reached between Tara’s legs and suddenly pinched as tightly as she could the portion that was Tara’s pussy!
Once again, there was an eruption of pain between Tara’s legs and it cost what little breath she had when the suddenness of it forced a scream past her lips. Instinctively, Tara unwrapped her arms around Skie’s head and dropped them to her pussy, desperate to pull the offending hand out of her thong. Such an action was unneeded, though, because the moment Tara released Skie’s head, the Platinum Beauty immediately slipped away and released her own hold on Tara’s head, scampering a few feet away to lean up against the wall and catch her breath. Tara just rolled onto her side, clutching her privates, but none the less stared at Skie, who just stared right back.
Once again, the two nearly nude beauties entered a starring contest, each one starring daggers into the other. Neither knew how long this battle would continue to go on, but both knew it couldn’t keep going like this. Tara, for her part, knew that she had to win this fight, the honor of family was at stake. This Blonde slut had took something that wasn’t hers, violated a sacred union, and now she had to pay.
This thought reignited the fire inside Tara and allowed her to get to feet, her legs wobbly still from the oxygen deprivation. The dark goddess starred at the angelic beauty, whose eyes went wide with shock that this Black-haired bitch was even able to get up. Skie thought for sure that the whore would take at least another minute to even crawl to her knees, giving herself enough time to recover her breath and to crawl over and finish smothering Tara out.
“How the fuck are you standing?” Skie asked.
“You may find it easier to lay on your back, but I don’t. We have something to finish, you cxnt. Get up.” Tara growled out.
Skie slowly got to her feet, using the wall to help her ascent. Just as she was straightening her back, Tara launched herself at the Blonde, latching both her hands onto Skie’s right breast and squeezing with all her might. Gasping in anger and pain, Skie reciprocated Tara’s move and latched both of her hands onto Tara’s right breast, squeezing tightly.
Green eyes starred into blue as the two woman tried to crush each other’s breast. Fingers crushed, nails stabbed, and eyes did their best to hold back tears, but the pain the two of them were feeling was so intense. This entire fight the main targets for both woman had been each other’s breasts and now the damage was truly being seen. Had it been anyone else, the two women probably would have stopped their battle to lick their wounds, but the sting of betrayal prohibited either one from trying to back away from the fight.
Finally, after God knows how much time, Tara felt some strange sensation in her breast, a tingling that she had never felt before. Chalking it up to the damage her tits had taken throughout her fight, Tara just took at as warning that it might be time to end this fight.
Letting go of Skie’s breast, Tara instead wrapped her arms around Skie’s waist and hefted her off her feet. Skie gasped in surprise at the burst of strength from Tara, but that gasp soon turned to moans of pain as Tara rammed Skie into the wall located less then a foot behind the Blonde, Tara‘s tits slamming painfully info Skie‘s.
Four breasts ground together in a fight for mammarial dominance once again, two bra-covered olive tits and two golden teats. This time, however, the odds were definitely not even. The wall behind Skie trapped her and acted like one side of a vice, Tara clearly being the other. Caught between a rock and a hard place, or at least rock-hard tits and a hard place, with no way to back up and give her breasts a respite, Skie could only just stand there and watch as Tara crushed the Blonde’s breasts using her own.
Tara planted both of her feet and was pushing her chest as hard as she could into the chest of Skie, using all the strength she had left in her legs to try and crush Skie’s tits. Skie didn’t take this sitting down, however, and did her best to slide her boobs and try to slam them into the side of Tara’s tatas, but Tara would match her move for move, keeping the points of her breasts directly in contact with Skie’s.
Despite the beating that Skie had given them, Tara’s tits still seemed to be made of steel and slowly but surely the Blonde’s tits began yielding to Tara’s seemingly firmer and much more powerful breasts. A terrible redness seemed to appear all over Skie’s face and chest as the humiliation of her breasts slow destruction became readily more apparent to both of them. Skie’s tits had been her pride and joy and for them to lose to this whore’s udders was unbearable.
Shame sapped what strength Skie had left and forced her to slowly slide down the wall as her legs steadily gave out from under her, tears now running down the Blonde‘s face. This provided no relief from Tara, however, as she follow Skie down and continued crushing her tits against Skie’s and watched in absolutely sinful delight as the sight of the Blonde’s broken breasts yielding to her stronger and superior tits.
It took no time at all for Skie’s ass to hit the floor and when that happened, Tara, who was now kneeling and taking advantage of the high ground, withdrew her tits from Skie’s defeated ones and slammed them into the side of the Blonde’s face, knocking the now defeated and crying woman onto her back on the ground. Mounting the broken woman, Tara sat upon Skie’s stomach and looked down at her former friend. Had it been any other person Tara may of have had granted mercy, but this was the Whore who ruined her family so the only thing that could be done would be to finish her.
Lowering her bust onto her rival’s face, Tara’s breasts swallowed completely Skie's facial features and cut off all air from entering her lungs. Skie gave almost no resistance to this, her defeated body having been stripped her of all her strength. The only indication that Tara knew of her enemy’s emotional suffering was the wide smile and hooded eyes that now graced the face of the dark-haired woman, Skie’s suffering causing almost sexual pleasure.
It took almost four minutes, but Skie finally gave into the sweet temptation of unconsciousness, taking her away from her defeat. Tara was disappointed, however, because it meant that she couldn’t enjoy the Blonde’s suffering anymore. No matter, Tara had done her job and took revenge on Skie for her crime against Tara’s family and now it was time to bring mother her prize.
Hefting her bust off of Skie’s face, Tara dismounted her defeated enemy and got to her feet. Glancing down at her enemy, Tara took pleasure in the broken image that Skie presented; a face reddened with humiliation and pain, nude except for a thong and two broken and bruised tits. Taking hold of Skie’s foot, Tara flipped the smothered-out woman onto her front and started dragging in the direction of what she thought was the kitchen, scrapping Skie‘s tits along the ground..
What Tara would not realize at the time, however, the sweet taste of victory still clouding her senses, that a set of eyes followed her movements as she dragged her prey to the kitchen. A set of eyes set in the face of a red-haired seductress who smiled wickedly and quietly followed in the path of victorious beauty, fully intent on ruining her celebration.
