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Out tale begins on a joyous day. It is the wedding of Ursula and Roberto. Ursula is a cousin of Tia and Roberto is a cousin of Paolo.  The families of Tia and Paolo have known each other for a long time and in general the families get along fine. Tia and Paolo became friends and introduced Ursula and Roberto to each other. Bu the devil is in the details and the term “in general” hides a multitude of feelings and relationships.  In particular is the relationship between Elisa, Tia’s aunt, and Renata, Paolo’s aunt. If there is such a thing as love at first sight then surely there must be heat at first sight. The blonde Elisa and the redheaded Renata took an immediate dislike for one another. Call it a clash of personalities, jealousy, or whatever it was a fact of life.   Here are our two protagonists:

Elisa (Tia's Aunt)	Renata (Paolo's Aunt)

53 Years Old	53 Years Old
5'5" Tall	5'5" Tall
Weight: 180 to 200 lbs	Weight: 160 to 170 lbs
Bra Size: Undisclosed but huge	Bra Size: Undisclosed huge, slightly less than Elisa's

The feud only got worse with time coming to a head after Elisa’s husband died of a heart attack about a year ago. The two were rarely at the same functions but when they were the best that could be expected were cold stares or glares. At worse there were some face slaps exchanged or perhaps a little hair tugging. Elisa once threw a drink in Renata’s face after Renata said something to her. Unfortunately what she said wasn’t heard by anyone else. But in each case people stepped in to separate them. That only increased the hostility between them as each wanted to rip the other to shreds. The feelings got stronger with each foiled encounter.

Blonde Elisa was a naturally outgoing, exuberant person. When she was younger she had a killer figure and a natural walk that swung her hips and made men stare and even droll. It wasn’t her fault because it was her natural gait. Well maybe subconsciously the walk got exaggerated once she knew the effect it had on others.  Her extroverted personality often made her the life of the party and yes, that included some good-natured flirting. Men often took her exuberance and friendliness for a come on or at least hoped it was. Few women gave her the benefit of a doubt and thought the whole act was put on. They were sure she was after their boyfriend or husband/ if not to steal him away then for a quick romp in the hay. She undeservedly developed the reputation of a sexual predator even though she wasn’t. In all the years she was married she remained faithful to her husband. When Elisa got older she put on quite a bit of weight. Her figure may not have been what it once was but her extra weight made her ample bust fill out even more. The self-confidence about her attractiveness and sexiness she gained when she was younger stayed with her and she carried herself accordingly. This added t her attractiveness and appeal even though she was no longer a raving beauty. To act sexy is to be sexy when it comes naturally and is not put on.

Redheaded Renata had a temper befitting her hair color.  She was disposed to being jealous and this was only made worse with her philandering husband. It is quite understandable why she would take Elisa to be a threat and take an immediate dislike for her.  The way her husband stole glances at Elisa didn’t help the situation. Renata was on the shy side and usually was very quiet at a gathering. That is until she had a few drinks. Then she became more aggressive. Perhaps the pent up frustrating of her wandering husband caused her to become more angry and nasty when she drank. When she saw Elisa being the center of attention her jealousy became even worse. She came out of her shell in an attempt to upstage Elisa and take away her limelight. She also had a fantastic figure in her younger days. Still she was jealous of Elisa’s boobs which seemed to be a little larger than hers. Whether they were or not, that was the way she felt. Renata had also added to her already curvy figure but not as much weight as Elisa. Most folks guessed she weighed about 30 lbs less. Renata gained some pleasure in thinking that her figure was at last better than Elisa’s. Still, she was annoyed that Elisa’s breasts seemed even larger now. She did take some solace in thinking that Elisa’s bigger boobs were mainly fat and that gravity had not been kind to Elisa’s boobs. In Renata’s eyes Elisa’s boobs droop much more than hers and she often had an impulse to dig her fingernails into those sagging boobs.

Once it became public that Elisa’s husband had died of a heart attack in bed Renata took great glee in spreading the rumor that Elisa had fucked her husband to death. She often repeated that Elisa was an over-sexed nymphomaniac who was constantly demanded sex of her husband. And when she couldn’t satisfy herself with him she went looking elsewhere. Statements like that only added fuel to the feud between the two women. Renata may have intended to ruin Elisa’s reputation and, indeed, the women who already considered her a tramp nodding her heads in agreement. But it had the opposite effect on men. That only made Elisa more desirable to them.  It also caused Elisa’s hatred of Renata to become very intense.

They day of the wedding came. Renata and her husband were a friend of the groom and sat on that side. Her husband ended up on the aisle with Renata next to him. Elisa came in late and was escorted down the aisle by herself. She was wearing a white blouse similar to the one in the picture about and a black skirt that cam down to about an inch or two about her knees. Not overly sexy except Elisa had trouble finding a blouse that would fit her shoulders and still provide enough room for her chest. The blouse was stretched to its limits and the poor buttons had all they could do to keep the blouse together. The usher sat Elisa down on the aisle just opposite of Renata and her husband. When Elisa sat down her ample butt and thighs caused the skirt to rise up revealing a substantial amount of thigh. Renata’s husband’s eyes immediately took it all in and his mouth actually dropped open for the briefest instant. Brief, but not so brief that Renata didn’t notice. Renata thought to herself, “Just like that hussy to come in late to make a show wearing a  totally inappropriate blouse and skirt for a wedding. And coming in with no escort. I’ll bet she is looking to go home with someone’s husband or boyfriend. Well she has another thought coming if she thinks it is going to me my Fred.

The wedding  went well with no incident other than Fred stealing glimpses of Elisa’s thigh and almost bursting bust much to the consternation of Renata. A couple of times Renata dug her nails into Fred’s thigh in displeasure. Of course Elisa knew what was going on and even hiked her skirt a little higher just to tease Fred. She ha no intentions of pursuing Fred but couldn’t resist the temptation to get under Renata’s skin. The thought of Renata filling with rage and being able to do nothing about it gave her great pleasure.

After the wedding Tia, Paolo, Elisa, Renata, and Fred proceeded to the reception. Elisa rode with Tia and Paolo and Renata and Fred rode in a separate vehicle. At the reception Elisa sat with Tia and Paolo as she had come with no escort. The organizers were smart enough to seat Fred and Renata at opposite ends of the hall from Elisa. The dinner went without incident and the tension between Renata and Elisa subsided.  After the dinner the everyone started dancing. There was the usual first dance of the bride and groom and then the bride and her father. People took turns dancing with the bride and donating a dollar or so to the couple’s fund. Then people started dancing with one another. Elisa first danced with Paolo and then with a few other gentlemen. Renata danced with Fred and made damned sure they came nowhere near Elisa. No way was she going to let Fred dance with Elisa especially since she caught him looking over her shoulder at Elisa several times.

The bar was a host bar and people were drinking freely. At some pint in the evening Elisa went to the bar to refresh her drink. At the same time Renata had to go to the powder room to relieve herself. Needless to say Fred spotted Elisa by herself at the bar. He walked up to her and cooed, “Why a lady shouldn’t be standing at the bar alone. Let me get that drink for you” he added with a lecherous smile. Elisa thought of discouraging Fred and sending him off. But her desire to taunt Renata was just too much. She grit her teeth because she really didn’t like Fred and slid next to him, rubbing his body a bit with her own. The top button of her blouse was already undone as there was no way it could be buttoned anyway. Elisa undid the second button to expose a little more cleavage.

You can imagine where Fred’s eyes were when Renata came out of the ladies room.  In an instant Renata was at the bar and forced herself between Fred and Elisa. “Let my husband alone, you hussy!” the fuming Renata hissed.
“Why Fred was just buying me a drink. What did yo think was going on?” replied Elisa with a coy smile.
“I know what your were doing, you TRAMP!”
“Don’t call me a tramp. It’s not my fault that you go off and leave such a handsome man. Fred was just lonely. Just like he must be in your bed at night.”
“What would a fat, slovenly bitch like you know about satisfying a man in bed?”
“A lot more than you! Just ask Fred.” taunted Elisa back even though she had never slept with Fred.
“HAH! Your husband probably died in bed after seeing your fat, disgusting body in the nude! Too much for his heart.”

That was too personal and hit a sensitive nerve with Elisa. It was more than she could stand there and take. She double up her fist to cold cock Renata and knock some of her teeth out. Just as she was about to swing someone grabbed her arm and restrained her. It was Paolo. Tia and Paolo had heard the raised voices and rushed over knowing that things were already at the boiling point

With Elisa restrained by Paolo Renata saw her chance and leaped with her spread claws aiming for Elisa’s face. Tia barely had time to wrap her arms around the big woman and deflect her enough at Renata’s shard nails just missed Elisa’s face.

Both Tia and Paolo screamed at the same time. “Not here! Don’t cause a scene.” But both had trouble restraining the big woman who really wanted at each other. Fred stepped in between the two fuming women. Ever since the feud between his wife and Elisa had started he had dreamed of them fighting. But he knew this wasn’t the place to do it. Someone would surely step in and stop them or else the police would be called.

He looked at Tia and Paolo. “Look these two have to settle it once and for all. I have a suggestion. Renata and I have a suite in this hotel. What say you that we take them up to the suite and let them go at it until they have had enough.”

“Well if we let them go here they will just go at it again. Seems we don’t have much choice.” Responded Paolo.

Tia was a little more hopeful about avoiding an all out fight. “Perhaps Paolo and I should take them up to the room.  Maybe we can talk this out as adults. But Fred, you have to stay here. I think your presence will just be a catalyst to start another fight. How about it, Elisa and Renata, can we go and try to talk this out?”
 
Elisa answered first. “OK, if that foul mouthed bitch can keep a civil tongue. But I agree, Fred must stay out of the room just in case I have to teach his cold fish wife a lesson. Don’t want him interfering.”

Renata was clinching and unclinching her fists while still being held by Tia. “Alright but I think the only thing this dumb blonde understands is a knuckle sandwich.” But the tension had eased a bit and both women seemed calm enough to go up and try talking their differences out.

Fred look glum and very disappointed. Maybe it would be good if Renata and Elisa settled their differences peaceably because then he might be able to see more of Elisa and who knows what might come of that. But still he had hoped to see his dream fight. In his scenario Renata would win a tough fight that would also arouse her, and god knew she needed some arousal. Then he and Renata could go off and have the sex they once had. In the end Fred agreed to stay away although he was thinking he might sneak in if he heard something going on.

To give them time to cool off even more Paolo went up with Renata first to open up the room. Then Tia and Elisa followed in another elevator.  Paolo unlocked the door with the credit card style key and swung it open. 
“I’ll wait outside and let Elisa enter first. That way she can look over the suite and choose to sit where she likes.” stated Renata.

Now that seemed like a positive change. Renata actually being civil and even thoughtful of Elisa.

Elisa and Tia walked down the hall. Elisa was a little apprehensive when she saw Renata standing just outside the doorway. But then Renata gestured for Elisa to enter in a friendly way. Why she even had a slight smile on her face. Elisa walked past Renata and started to enter the room. Quick as a cat Renata moved in behing Elisa. She grabbed her hair in both hands and begin pushing Elisa into the room with all her strength.  Elisa was caught completely off guard and was propelled easily into the room. Remata kept her hands buried in Elisa’s hair while she pushed her faster and faster. So fast that Elisa’s legs couldn’t keep up. She tripped and slammed down on her face and chest. The poor buttons on her blouse had no chance to contain the flattened, spreading breasts. They popped one after another.

Renata landed on top of Elisa’s back with all the weight she could muster. She kept ahold of Elisa’s hair with both hands and began to rub her face back and forth across the carpet, giving Elisa carpet burns across her face.  Renata yanked and jerked Elisa’s hair so violently that Elisa’s scalp felt like it was burning. And the pain from her face wasn’t much less as the carpet was fairly course and durable.  So much for talking it out.

Elisa had been taking advantage of and Renata maintained her advantage and superior position. She had her legs spread wider than Elisa’s so Elisa couldn’t easily roll them over. She used Elisa’s hair to rub her face on the carpet, to jerk her head back and then slam her face back onto the carpet and to pull the hair as violently as she could – removing strands every now and then. Elisa struggle furiously as best she could. She failed her arms trying to grab anything she could. She kicked her legs but that only made her look more helpless as all they did was kick up and down between Renata’s legs.

Renata switched tactics a little. She kept one hand in Elisa’s hair but started pounding her fists into the back and sides of Elisa’s head. Things were getting desperate for Elisa.  She managed to reach back and rip some tears in sides of Renata’s dress.  At last she got a good grip on Renata’s read hair with both hands. Pulling in opposite directions her ears rang with the loud screams from Renata. Elisa’s pain also lessened just a tad at the sight of some of Renata’s red hair littering the floor in front of her.

Renata became furious that she was suffering great pain even though she had the big slut flat on her stomach and was on top of her. She grabbed Elisa by the hair with one hand and jerked her head back causing pain to shoot from Elisa’s neck. She reached around with her other hand and dug her nails into Elisa’s face. The shock and pain from those sharp nails caused a strong reaction from Elisa’s body, almost a spasm. She planted her hands and pushed up so hard she lifted both up. Elisa raised up onto her hands and knees then tipped the both over to their sides. The startled Renata let go of the hair to try to maintain her balance. As they fell over Elisa managed to turn around go face to face and bust to bust.

Four hands immediately shot back to the hair. The two women struggle for position, each trying to get on top. They rolled over but neither could stay on top as each used the momentum to roll the other over. They rolled on way until they hit an object ike the sofa and then roll back. Hard slaps and even punches were delivered along with claw marks down the cheeks. This was not just a catfight but an all out war with the intent of each to destroy the other.

Tia was tempted to break up the fight when Renata used her dirty tactics and her aunt was getting the worse of it. But Paolo reminded her they wouldn’t interfere but let them fight it out and get it out of their system. He restrained Tia until she regained her composure.  The two settled down and watch the two struggling women roll back and forth across the carpet. The fight had evened up although Elisa had gotten the worse of it for awhile. Who would end up the winner, if anyone. Would both be so stubborn they wouldn’t admit defeat and thus fight to exhaustion? Or would one prevail and then really take out her anger on the other? How vicious would the fight get? Based on what had happened so far the worse was yet to come.

More to come….

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Elisa and Renata continue to roll back and forth inflicting as much damage as they could with their fists and feet. They could rip hair hard but the quarters were too close to really get in good slaps or punches. Both tried to knee each other between the legs but this was also not very effective in the close quarters.

Renata got her hands between their bodies and ripped Elisa’s blouse wide open. She grabbed Elisa’s bra and tried to rip it off. She couldn’t break the straps but she managed to pull it down below Elisa’s boobs causing them to bounce and flop all over. That is when they weren’t being squished flat as they rolled body against body.

Elisa found the rips on the sides of Renata’s dress that she had inflicted when Renata was on her back. She pulled the tears so they ripped all the way up to Renata’s armpits and down to the hems at the bottom. The hem was too strong to rip at this time and in their positions. Elisa got on top of Renata holding her down with her greater weight long enough to reach through the torn sides and grab Renata’s bra. She jerked it hard enough to break the flimsy straps and pull it clean off. She pulled the bra out from the dress and started rubbing it on Renata’s face, laughing all the while. Renata was busy trying to grab the bra and get it out of her face. Elisa reached under the dress with the other hand and raked her claws hard across Renata’s tits. She grabbed one tit, sunk her fingers in and tried to twist it off. The resistance of Renta’s tits made Elisa suspect that Renata’s tits were firm for their size and age because they weren’t all Renata.  But she wasn’t sure.

Renata winched in pain as Elisa mauled her tit.  “Filthy slut, let go the tit if ya know what’s good for you.”
“What’s good for me is leaving my marks on your inferior tits.”
“Inferior? LIKE HELL! You’re attack my breast because you are jealous and know they are much better than yours. Much shapelier and firmer you’re your sagging bags.”
“Fred, didn’t seem to think they were inferior” taunted Elisa still trying ti irk Renata and get under her skin. Not sure this was good strategy as Renata didn’t seem to need and provocation to be furious at Elisa.

With only one of Elisa’s hands rubbing the bra in Renata’s face, Renata now had two hands against one hand in the fight for the bra. Renata ripped the bra out of Elisa’s hand. She lifted the bra over Elisa’s head and brought it down on the back of Elisa’s neck. She wrapped it around Elisa’s neck and twisted it one knot looped around the front of Elisa’s neck. She grabbed the two ends and jerked them as hard as she could to tighten the bra-noose around Elisa’s throat.

Elisa let go of Renata’s big boob and both set of fingers snapped to the bra, curling around the cloth in an attempt to loosen the noose. She might have done so but Renata was in a mad rage and had incredible strength because of it.  Elisa could loosen the noose enough to gasp in a difficult breath but not enough to provide the oxygen needed to sustain the fight. She didn’t have much time before she would lose consciousness. Renata pressed her attack my using the noose to pull Elisa to the side. She used her leg to push and roll them over. Once she got Elisa on her back she could choke the life out of this worthless bitch. This bitch who bragged about sleeping with her husband.

On their way over Renata’s foot lashed out and knocked over a nightstand.  The telephone on the nightstand bounced on the floor, coming apart with the receiver part hitting Elisa’s hand. Although barely conscious Elisa was able to wrap her fingers around the receiver. She swung it with all her might and hit Renata on the temple. The blow only stunned Renata as Elisa was too weak and in to bad a position to hit her with a knockout blow. Still Renata was stunned enough that the noose loosened enough for Elisa to get a couple of strength restoring gulps of much needed air. The two were on their sides and Elisa raised the phone again. Her blow was deflected by Renata’s forearm. Renata tried to tighten the noose again but Elisa took another wallop. This one bounced off the side of Renata’s head dazing her.

The additional effort also caused Elisa to get dizzy, the type of dizziness that one sometimes gets when one gets up too quickly. Elisa rolled away from Renata to regroup. Both women had had the opportunity to render the other unconscious. Both had failed. Renata had been unlucky that the phone had landed right were Elisa could use it as a weapon. Elisa had been unlucky or at least rendered unable to knock Renata completely out due to a faint head caused by the lack of oxygen.

Renata and Elisa laid on their backs panting very hard. Their stomachs rising and falling as they huffed and puffed. Neither was in the best shape and they had been fighting intensely for several minutes. Tia and Paolo watched them wondering if they had fought themselves out or if one of them would revive first and win the fight.

Finally both women struggled to their feet. They were unsteady for several seconds. Elisa was standing there with her blouse ripped open, her bra down below her boobs. The bra sort of lifted them from underneath but they were free to bounce around. And bounce they did with the heavy breathing Elisa was doing. Renata had no bra (which was still dangling around Elisa’s neck) but you could only see their outline beneath her dress. Her dress was ripped down to the hem on both sides and barely hanging on as the shoulder straps had moved off her shoulders. Elisa removed Renata’s bra from around her neck. She twilled it like she was going to use it as a weapon but then tossed it aside.

Both kicked off their shoes, preferring to fight in bare feet rather than risk twisting an ankle. Renata threw one shoe at Elisa who easily ducked it. Elisa threw a shoe at Renata who caught it and heaved it back at her. The heel hit Elisa on the right tit as she tried to move out of the way. The heel was sharp enough to leave a little cut on the big boob.

Neither looked like they had the energy to fight. But hatred, coupled with adrenaline, has remarkable recovery abilities. Suddenly, as if on a signal, Elisa and Renata charged at each other. Each had hoped to catch the other off guard and bowl her over. Instead they hit with equal force, two big bodies slamming into each other. - lots of flesh hitting lots of flesh. Their enormous boobs smashed together. Elisa winced because Renata’s firmer boobs pushed into Elisa’s softer ones. And she also winced because her right boob had been cut by the shoe heel. Renata winced because her boob had been scratch badly by Elisa.

Both sets of arms flew around the other woman in a bearhug. There was no advantage in the bearhugs as each had managed to get one arm under the other. The floor shook as both big women struggled to take the other down or to squeeze her into a submission. Theu twisted and turned, they romped and stomped. They began to walk across the floor turning in a circle as they went. Both women grunted as they tried to crush the other senseless. Big bellies pushed in and out against each other as their breathing was very labored. One could only imagine how crushed the big boobs were against each other. They kept whirling around in their bearhug dance until they hit the edge of the couch.

Elisa caught a break as Renata landed on her back on the couch with Elisa on top of her. It was pure luck as to which would hit first since their dance was out of control. To her credit Elisa took advantage of the situation. She twisted Renata so she was flat on her back along the couch. She swung her right leg over Renata to straddle her. Elisa’s left leg was still on the floor with Renata’s right side facing away from the back of the couch. Elisa tried to bring her left leg up to completely straddle Renata. But her foot slid into the split side of the dress. It didn’t take long for Elisa’s strong leg to break through the hem causing Renata’s dress to be split apart completely from the armpit.  

The breaking of the hem caused Elisa to lose her balance and Renata almost unseated her; almost, but not quite. Elisa decided to leave her left foot on the floor to better keep her balance on Renata. She had Renata pinned deep in the cousins. Renata slapped with her right arm and hit Elisa so hard she turned her head. Even worse Renata was able to rake her long, sharp nails across Elisa’s face.

“Why you dirty bitch!” gasped Elisa as she could feel some warmth on her face, presumably blood. She wound up and hit Renata with her left palm, which was the one free and clear of the couch. It was a hard slap but not as hard as Renata’s as Elisa was right handed.

“I’m gonna claw your ugly face to bits” retorted Renata. She feigned a slap but instead reached up and raked her claws down Elisa’s face from just below her eyes to her chin. Long red claw marks were left down Elisa’s cheek.

“Owwwww….” Elisa cried out as the pain from her cheek was intense. “You are going to pay for that.”  She doubled up her left fist and hit Renata on the face, once … twice … three times. The first punch hit Renata’s cheek leaving the impression of Elisa’s knuckles. The second punch glanced off Renata’s eye. The eye would eventually turn black and blue and remain that way for about a week. The third punch hit the side of Renata’s mouth splitting her lip. She grabbed Renata’s wrists and pinned them to the couch arm.

“You’re not strong enough to hold me, you fucking, stupid, weak blonde bimbo” hissed Renata as she struggled and keep Elisa from holding her wrists still. “I really hate you and I AM going to ruin that ugly face” hissed Renata further. She followed that up by spitting in Elisa’s face.

“You really are a dirty bitch” snapped Elisa as she let go of one wrist to wipe the spit off her face. She didn’t use her own sleeve but took ahold of Renata’s split dress and pulled it enough to wipe her face.

Immediately upon feeling Elisa let go of her right wrist Renata closed her fist and slammed in into Elisa’s left breast, which was dangling, over her face. SPLAT! rang out as Renata’s knuckles drove into the soft flesh, burying in deep as the tit flesh spread out wide around the fist. Pulling her fist out Renata spread her fingers wide and drove her finger tips into Elisa’s big soft tit before Elisa could react. She curled her fingers in, squeezing and twisting the big boob. “Your boobs are even flabbier than I though. They’re more like boobs of a 70 year old” taunted Renata.

“OUCH! Let go the fucking tit” screamed Elisa. She was frustrated that Renata’s torn dress still made access to Renata’s breasts difficult.
“Make me!” chided Renata.
“Careful what you wish for.”
“HAH! Words won’t get my fingers out of your flabby boob! You started the tit mauling and I am going to finish it!”
“This will make you let go!” Elisa wound up to deliver a smashing blow to Renata’s face.
“Stupid cow, you shouldn’t telegraph your moves.” Renata jerked her left wrist free of Elisa’s grasp. Holding onto Elisa’s tit with her right hand she raised her right elbow to block Elisa’s blow. At the same time she grabbed Elisa’s left breast with her left hand. Now both hands had a good grip on Elisa’s left boob. The tit was big enough that both hands had a full grip. She curled her fingers in to flatten a goodly potion of the tit flesh between both sets of fingers. Then proceeded to twist in opposite directions.
“What the hell!” shouted Elisa. She was frustrated that even though she was on top of Renata it was Renata who was attacking her boob and inflicting all the pain.  She grabbed both of Renata’s wrists and trying to pry her fingers free. Renata had curled her long, sharp nails in so deep they were like fishhooks. Trying to pull them free only helped dig them in deeper.
“Whatsa matter, blonde cxnt? Too weak to make me.” Renata was laughing with glee as she could see the pain grow worse in Elisa’s eyes.

Failing to free her boob Elisa took another attack. She wrapped both fingers around Renata’s throat. She placed her thumbs on Renata’s Adams apple area and started to press in.   “This will make you let go. Let’s see how long you can stay conscious, you frumpy bitch.”

Renata twisted and clawed Elisa’s boob even harder but she couldn’t inflict enough pain to stop Elisa before she passed out. Letting go of the boob she raised her hands, placing her fingers on the temples and pressing her thumbs onto Elisa’s eyes. Gasping she rasped “I will put your eyes out before you can choke me.”

Fearing she would be blinded for life Elisa jumped off of Renata and moved away. Her eyes were OK but were painful and watering. Her vision was blurry. She ran out of the living room area and into the bedroom to stall for time.

“Hey Tia, look at your cowardly aunt run and hide. Guess she knows who the better woman is.”

Tia was fuming. “That was a mean, dirty trick trying to poke her eyes out. But she is stronger than you and has righteousness on her side. She will put you in your place.”

“Seems like I have won most encounters so far. And if that chickenshit comes out of hiding she will only get more. Hell I’m going in and dragging her out.”

Elisa had run into the bedroom but she wasn’t hiding. She had only done so to clear her eyes to be able to see to fight. “I’m here. Come and get me if you dare. I never closed the bedroom door.” Elisa challenged Renata.

Renata entered the bedroom confidently. Elisa was waiting hands on hips. “The first thing I am going to do is to expose your boobs to make the fight fairer. And for everyone to see my boobs are bigger and better than yours.” She grabbed the split dress and pulled it off of Renata. That left Renata naked except for her panties and stockings. Elisa had on her tight skirt, which somehow had managed to keep its seams together in spite of the strain that must have been put on them during the fight. Elisa also had on her stockings. She had on her bra but it was down below her boobs. The boobs were hanging down over the bra. The left boob was red with claw marks all over it.

Turning out of the dress as Elisa pulled on it, Renata continued to turn full circle. As Elisa was tossing the dress away Renata rushed forward. She grabbed Elisa’s bra with both hands. She set her heels and flung Elisa around by the bra. This was too much for the straps which broke sending Elisa caterwauling toward the wall.  Renata was right behind her giving Elisa no quarter.

More to come….

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Wow! This story is really good. Hot nasty battle. I love mature women's fight and mature women in general. I have an aunt who fought with her neighbor. I look forward to the next part.

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I have to piggy back on rozczochrany. Two sexy more mature women going at it tooth and nail. I loved the build up and then bam! What a fight. I can hardly wait for the next part.

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I have to piggy back on rozczochrany. Two sexy more mature women going at it tooth and nail. I loved the build up and then bam! What a fight. I can hardly wait for the next part.

The next installment is not for the squeamish. 

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“Not so fast, blondie” Renata caught up to Elisa and insert her fingers of both hands into the waist band of the tight black skirt. Moving a bit with Elisa she moved past her to once again fling her around, adding more speed to the Elisa’s stumbling forward. As Renata swung Elisa hard from the side to facing forward the dress seams could no longer hold. One seam ripped down the thigh leaving Elisa spinning out of the skirt. Renata was left with the skirt in her hand and Elisa careening around and hitting the wall hard.

Elisa’s back slammed into the wall. Her head snapped back and hit the wall dazing her. Renata flung the dress away and charged at Elisa. She rammed her fist into Elisa’s soft belly. Elisa grunted and gasped as the wind was knocked out of her. Her legs were already buckling from the blow to the back of the head and the gut punch made Elisa slide down the wall even faster.

Renata hair hauled Elisa back to her wobbly feet. She took Elisa’s hair in both hands and rammed the back of her head against the wall.

“It’s time to prove to you who has the better boobs.” Renata sneered at Elisa. As Elisa began to sink down a little Renata placed her arms against the wall to help pin Elisa against the wall. Renata move in and positioned her boobs above Elisa’s. Renata pushed in hard, her firm (silicon filled?) boobs pressing Elisa’s bigger but softer boobs down from above.

“Ow, ow, my boobs. You’re hurting them.” moaned the slightly dazed blonde. The pain from the boob on boob smashing was waking her up. She turned her head to the side to get her face away from the haughty Renata.

“Let’s see if this pain is enough to make you pass out” chided Renata as she leaned in and bit Elisa’s left ear.

“AIIIIYYYYEEEEEOOOOWWWWWEEEIIIIIIEEEKKKKKK!!!!!!” shrieked Elisa. “HELP ME! HELP ME! SHE’S BITING MY EAR OFF. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME! THIS MONSTER IS COMPLETELY OUT OF HER FUCKING MIND!!!!” cried out Elisa.

Upon hearing this Tia jumped up before Paolo could restraint her, not that he would after hearing such a mournful pleas. She rushed towards the door to help her aunt. Renata had Elisa right where she wanted her and she was not about to let any interference ruin her fun. She reached over with her foot and slammed the bedroom door shut. Tia collided with the door and bounced off, falling on her ass.

Before Tia could get up Renata had released Elisa’s ear. She used Elisa’s hair once again as she pulled Elisa’s head away from the wall and slammed it back full force; once…. twice…  Elisa’s body went limp and she slid down the wall into a seating position, her head lulling to the side. Renata stepped over and locked the bedroom door.

She moved back to Elisa’ Slapped her across the face to revive her a little. Hair hauling her back up while keeping her pinned against the wall. “”Now let’s see, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” Pushing her hand on Elisa’s right boob to keep her standing against the wall she stepped back far enough so she could drive her right hand hard into Elisa’s belly. She really stepped into it. The force of the blow caused Elisa to almost vomit. Still holding the barely conscious Elisa up she reached back and slammed her fist directly into Elisa’s right boob. They one she had so viciously raked previously. The second blow was an uppercut to the same tit. The blow sent the sagging boob flying up and smashing against Elisa’s upper chest. Each blow caused a moan of pain from Elisa. Had Elisa been more awake she would have screamed a lot more loudly. A forearm smash across both boobs finished Renata’s boob punching.

Another head smash against the wall caused Elisa’s legs to buckle a bit. Renata pressed her body in before Elisa could slide down too far. Once again she had her breasts positioned on top of Elisa’s. She pressed in hard and down pushing Elisa’s boobs down almost to her belly while flattening them at the same time.

Renata firmly grasped Elisa’s wrists. She held her arms up above her head and used her weight to keep them pinned against the wall. Renata knew from her own experience that holding a woman’s arms this way above her head did a lot to making her feel dominated and helpless. That is just what she wanted Elisa to feel.

“Freed won’t think so much of your boobs when I am finished with them. ” She slapped Elisa’s face a couple of times to wake her up. She waited, holding Elisa in position until her eyes opened widely. The fear and pain in Elisa’s eyes was clear. “I want you awake enough to remember that it was my boobs that made mush of your sagging dirt bags” hissed Renata right into Elisa’s face. She then continued to push down and into Elisa’s vulnerable tits with her own. Renata rolled and moved her body from side to side to increase the pain. She concentrated on the injured right tit more than the left but the left was getting a bad tit on tit mauling.  Renata would move back a foot or so and let Elisa’s floppy boobs bounce back up, timing her surge forward to catch them at their maximum height and smash them back down. 

Moving back and smashing her breasts into Elisa’s was enjoyable but the most fun for Renata was to press her tits into Elisa’s and grind away. She loved the feel of her tits pushing into Elisa’s and spreading them. And she knew had Elisa hated this feeling. 

Renata got her face right into Elisa’s and said “Weak blonde slut, I’ve got you pinned helplessly and you can’t escape. I am going to have my fun with you and eventually grind your useless titties to mush. And there isn’t a damned thing you can do about it.”

“You malicious, spiteful, mean, cruel bitch, I will get out of this and when I do you are going to suffer like you never have before….” Elisa said with a lot more bravado than she felt.
“Big words for someone who can’t punch their way out of a wet paper bag. I knew you were no match for me.”
“Fuck you! I am more than a match for you and when I escape I will prove it.”
“You’re dreaming. Just look where you are and who is in control. But thanks for the idea. I just may fuck you before I finish with you. And I’ll bet you are just a big of a dud at fucking as you are at fighting.”
“Bitch! Let me go and well see who is good at what.” Elisa tried to bring her knee up and nail Renata between the legs. But being pinned with both legs slightly buckled is was a useless exercise.
“Now you’re pleading for me to let you go. I thought you were going to get out of this. Come on, can’t you did harder than that? Is that the best you can do, you silly blonde?”
“First you tried to poke my eyes out and then blind sided me Even bit my ear. Such dirty, illegal tactics because you knew you would lose in a fair fight. Even men don’t fight that way. NOW LET ME GO!”
“Fair fight?! Illegal tactics?! Men? Speak for yourself, floozy… I’ ALL WOMAN AND I FIGHT LIKE A WOMAN! My gawd, you’re dumber than I thought possible. This is a fight, not one of your girlie tussles. If you can’t take it than you shouldn’t have challenged me and attacked me.”
“Challenged you?? Attacked you??? Now who’s telling stories. I cam up here to talk this out and settle our differences. You were the one who attacked me from behind. Even then you couldn’t beat me so you cheated.”
“Again with the cheated. Merely semantics about who attacked. You know you didn’t come up her to talk. You were going to jump me the minute you could. Only I was smarted and got the jump on you, dearie.”
“Like I said, you’re a coward and know you can’t beat me in a fair fight. I stand by that.”
“Stand by that? Holy shit! You have already shown your true colors and it’s yellow. Running away from me the second you were I had you and you knew it.”
“Rationalize all you want, you pushed your thumbs into my eyes. I had to get far enough away until I could see again.”
”And what happened after you could see? How did you get here?  Who is the useless blonde being dominated by the sexy redhead? What have you got to say for your pitiful self now?

With that exchanged Renata dug her nails deep into Elisa’s wrists to make sure she inflicted pain there and kept them pinned against the wall. She started her boob on boob grinding in even more earnest. Once again she got her boobs above Elisa’s and mercilessly forced them down and flat. Then she bent her knees, got her boobs under Elisa’s. Straitening her legs she lifted and pushed Elisa’s boobs up from underneath. Elisa’s larger boobs got mangled against her chest and also overflowed around Renata’s.

“Oh thank you, you have given me another good idea,” laughed Renata. She had pinned Elisa with her own legs spread wide to make sure Elisa couldn’t escape. Now she brought one leg in between Elisa’s She brought her knee up sharply pounding Elisa’s pussy. “That’s how you deliver a cxnt kick.” But Renata gave out a little grunt of pain herself as her knee had also hit the wall.

“Had enough little girl,” teased Renata. “Just admit that I’m the better woman and I will release you,” But Renata didn’t really mean it and Elisa didn’t believe her.
“No way. Fuck you, bitch.”
Renata leaned back and slapped Elisa hard across the face. “Don’t you ever call me bitch again. Not if you want to live.”
“BITCH!” shouted Elisa even louder. She was still defiant and was resolute not to admit defeat to Renata or give in to her. Renata could knock her out and she still wouldn’t admit Renata was better than her.
“You fucking stupid cow, you really are asking for it. Come to think of it your sagging tits are a lot like a cow’s udder rather than a woman’s breast.”

Indeed, Elisa was feeling like a stupid cow.  She had failed to take advantage of her greater weight and superior strength. Renata seemed to have outsmarted her or at least outmaneuver her at every stage. Her mind was working furiously, trying to figure out to get out of this devastating position.  It is true she was being held captive and dominated by Renata. But she had hope or were they just pip dreams. For one thing she wasn’t as weak and out of it as she appeared. Her mind was clearing and her strength was returning. She stood there looking dazed and out of it She let her body droop and force Renata to hold her up. She was recuperating and getting stronger. She was leaning against the wall and being supported by Renata whilst Renata was doing all the work. It was true her breast were being abused mercilessly and were getting more painful all the time. But engaging Renata in trading insults had occupied Renata so that she was pounding her in the stomach or banging her head against the wall. If she could just keep Renata from knocking her silly before she gained enough strength to mount a counter attack she might survive. If Renata wised up she was done for. There was no way she could stop Renata from knocking the wind completely out of her or knocking her unconscious. Better to take the tit torturing, to feign weakness and to let Renata gloat with invective jibs then to get smashed into la la land.

More to come …..

[byline]

Tia had been pounding on the door. She feared her aunt Elisa was being brutalized and in immense trouble. Even Paolo was concerned as he had witnessed first hand the viciousness Aunt Renata’s rage could produce. Once it took two big guys to pull her off a smaller woman in a bar fight. Even then the woman had to go to the emergency room. The thought crossed his mind that had Elisa seen this fight she might have avoided a physical confrontation with Renata. He mentioned this to Elisa who snapped back that Renata attacked her from the rear and she had to fight back.

“We have to get into that room somehow,” Paolo said as he came to his senses.
“It sounds bad and one of them could really be injured. Should we call security?” asked Tia.
“I don’t think so. They will both be arrested and maybe end up with criminal records. Besides, it seems the fighting has subsided and they are many trading insults.”
“Well….. OK…..” agreed Tia rather reluctantly as she only heard voices. The fighting seemed to have stopped.

Elisa continued to engage Renata in a war of words hoping to eventually find an opportunity to escape. It was obvious to her that Renata was transfixed and obsessed with her breasts. The mauling was almost unbearable but not quite. If she could keep Renata focused on her breasts she might get distracted enough for Elisa to find an opening.
“The only way my breasts are more like a cow’s than yours is that I am capable of providing much more milk than your dried up, shriveled titties can. My tits are much more sensitive and responsive than your silicon  bags.”
“Silicon bags? Is that what you think. Just because my tits are so much firmer and shapelier than yours? These girls are all me and they are dominated your useless tits. SO THERE!”

But Elisa wasn’t buying the implant denial She could feel what she was sure were implants as Renata mashed tit on tit. She wanted to keep up the verbal jousting to avoid anymore physical abuse. “I can tell false titties when I feel them and yours are as false as they come. Honey, if you are going to get a boob job you could at least make them big.” The last words were added because Elisa knew Renata was bothered that her boobs were smaller than Elisa’s.
“My boobs are just the right size. I don’t want to look like a freak like you do. Look how far your boobs hang down. Your nipples point at the floor. YOU COW!”
“The more you protest the more I Know you are jealous of my tits. They are so superior than yours.”
“Well they certainly aren’t superior in battle. My tits are crushing yours. You claim your tits have more milk than mine… hmmmm… that gives me an idea.”

Right away Elisa regretted having said that. Renata was evil and dastardly enough without putting ideas in her head. Just as she feared she felt Renata’s hands being forced between their bodies. Renata dug her nails around Elisa’s nipples. Renata began to pinch, pull, and twist Elisa’s nipples horrendously. Elisa’s tits were already almost too painful to bear and now this nipple torture was pure hell. Renata started pulling and squeezing the nipples in a milking motion.

“Let’s see just how much milk we can get out of these old girls. Or are they too dried up like the old cow you are.”
“Even at my age my breasts have more milk than yours ever did.” Elisa kept up the verbal jousting even though she couldn’t keep her eyes from watering with the pain. Sacrificing her tits to avoid worse physical damage.
“I must be groggier than I thought” thought Elisa. “Why the stupid bitch is so intent on milking me she has let go of my arms. And me with my arms still up like they are being held. I must be ditsy.” Elisa kept these thoughts to herself.

Without a hint of warning Elisa brought both hands down in two karate style chops to the shoulders of Renata.
“OW! OUCH!” All a startled Renata could do was to scream out.

Elisa’s fingers went immediately to the hair on the sides of Renata’s head. She pushed Renata out, swung her around, and shoved her back until Renata’s backside hit the wall. Propelled by the head, the back of Renata’s head hit hard. But not as hard as Elisa had hoped. She only could push Renata back from about a foot or a foot and a half from the wall. Hardly enough room to generate lots of speed. In addition Renata was able to put her hands back to brace herself.

As she hit the wall Renata instinctively raised her right knee with force. A lucky blow but it nailed Elisa hard between the legs. Elisa bent forward from the strike with her hands reflexively going to cover her pussy. “That should make that overused pussy smart,” sneered Renata. Renata slide out to Elisa’s side from the wall. She grabbed the bent Elisa by the hair and banged the top of her head into the wall. Elisa staggered and her legs almost buckled. It didn’t take much to daze her due to her previous concussion.

Renata knew how to press an advantage. She body slammed Elisa face first into the wall with her own body. Elisa’s big boobs were pushed down and flattened painfully.
 
“AAIIYYY! Oh no, not again!” Elisa cried out as her battered tits took more punishment. The gouges and claw marks on the left tit started to seep blood again. The bruises grew bigger.

Renata ran the fingers of her right hand into the hair at the back of Elisa’s head. She shoved her face forward against the wall mushing her nose to the side. Elisa managed to turn her head to the right. Renata reacted by spreading her fingers on Elisa’s right cheek and pushing hard while using her body to keep Elisa pinned to the wall.

A dazed Elisa reached back with her left hand trying to grab Renata’s hair. Renata grabbed the wrist, twisted the arm down and behind the back. Then pushed it up in a chickenwing. Renata press her lips right against the ear she had bitten earlier and hissed  “No wonder you are such a coward. You really can’t fight, can you? What the hell…” Renata bit down on the ear again.

“Oh…. my… tits…..  OW! You’re breaking my arm. Holy fuck, please don’t bite my ear off!” Elisa reacted to each new form to abuse.
“You’re goona get worse… I’m just starting.” threatened Renata. She pulled Elisa back by the hair and arm, getting ready to body slam her against the wall again.

Elisa got some space and she took advantage of it. She twisted her shoulders to the right and fired her right elbow at Renata’s head. Her elbow caught Renata just above the right eye – right were she had brained Renata with the telephone. The elbow opened a cut over the right eye and blood began to seep out.

Renata staggered back from the blow. She wiped at her eye to keep the blood out of it. Elisa turned, shaking out her left arm to restore feeling to it. She moved forward as Renata moved backward. Elisa raised her fists in a boxing pose, ready to knock the shit out of Renata.

Renata shook her head to clear the cobwebs. She stopped and held her ground raising her arms to match Elisa’s. The two women moved forward at the same time swinging wildly, lefts and rights. Full roundhouse punches aimed at knocking the other’s head off. They fought like novice, unskilled boxers. Throwing wild sweeping punches they were telegraphed and fairly easily blocked or ducked. Also like novices they aimed mainly at the head. Most punches were blocked, diverted, or ducked. A few blocked punches landed without much damage. A few glanced off the other one’s scalp. Elisa managed to get in a strike or two on Renata’s eye opening the cut even more. Elisa’s bitten ear got the worse of it. Renata’s wild punches found an easier target to the side of Elisa’s head. Each blow increased the pain and the ear was soon bleeding more that Renata’s eye. Both lead with their rights. The concept of jabbing did not seem to occur to them.

Elisa swung a left-handed haymaker aiming to close Renata’s eye for good. Renata ducked and attempted a right-handed uppercut to Elisa’s chin. Elisa moved only to have the uppercut hit the underside of Elisa’s battered and torn left boob. Pain shot from Elisa’s boob all over her body. It momentarily stunned Elisa who stopped punching for a second. That second was enough time for Renata to step in and drive a hard punch into Elisa’s gut. Unprepared to withstand the punch Elisa grunted  “whooooshhhh” as the air was expelled from her.

Renata quickly followed up with a left hand into Elisa’s gut, then a right, then a left. She was knocking Elisa backwards with each blow. Elisa couldn’t catch her breath to punch back. Renata gleefully attacked Elisa’s breasts. A right to the left one, a left to the right one, and then another right square on into the left.  Elisa tried to cover up as the throbbing was almost making her faint.  “You’re going down on your fat ass” bragged the confident Renata as it looked like Elisa was done for.

Elisa felt like a cornered animal. Maybe it was that feeling that enabled her to dig deep down into her reserves. As Renata stepped in Elisa stepped forward. She delivered the hardest punch so far, right into the midsection of Renata. The punch stopped Renata cold in her tracks. That one punch did a lot to even up the belly punching.

Renata and Elisa both threw right fists into the other’s gut simultaneously. The big stomachs were harder to protect than the heads and each time a blow was driven deep inside a great satisfaction was felt by the puncher. Elisa and Renata were going toe to toe in a belly-smashing contest. There arms were getting weary but they kept on.

Elisa started to win this battle. Her blows were harder and she had Renata  taking a half step backward with each blow. It was the first time in the fight that Renata felt she was losing.

No way was Renata going to let this blonde bimbo out punch her. She knew where the real payoff was. She followed a slam to the gut with an even harder punch to Elisa’s left boob. Gut punches are usually more effective in incapacitating your opponent. But Elisa’s left breast was so batter, bruised and cut that each strike causing debilitating agony.

One particularly hard blow caused Elisa to drop her arms. Renata aimed a hard left hook right to Elisa’s damage ear. Repeated Left tit, right ear, left tit, right ear blows had Elisa staggering backward and sobbing uncontrollably from pure agony. A right cross smashed into Elisa’s inflamed left boob followed by a left cross to Elisa’s cheek staggered Elisa. Two hard punches to the gut followed by a hard kick to each thigh took all the fight out of Elisa.

Elisa was defenseless but Renata was only interested in inflicting more punishment. She wanted Elisa to remember this beating forever. She pounded and kicked Elisa into a corner. Trapped there and unable to defend herself, Elisa received punch after punch as Renata was a flurry of activity landed blows everywhere. Elisa slumped with her feet a few feet out and her legs bent and spread. At this point Renata aimed her punches and kicks between the legs. Elisa was almost out on her feet but conscious enough that she remained half way down the wall with her legs out and spead.

Renata stepped back and then drove her toe hard into Elisa’s crotch. The big toe actually entered her clit. Elisa would have been screaming her head off except that she was too out of it to make a sound. Finally, after pounding those massive tits into a black and blue, bloody mess Renata was satisfied. She hair hauled Elisa up then  delivered an upper cut that snapped Elisa’s head back, bouncing it off the wall. Elisa collapse out cold.

Then things got quiet. Tia and Paolo had heard all the noise from the ferocity of the fight. The body punches resounded loudly as fists hit soft flesh. They could hear the gasps for breath and the screams of agony. They were on the verge of calling security when things went quiet.

“What’s going on in there?” asked Paolo.
“Nothing,” said Renata. “I’ve just convinced Elisa of the error of her ways. She has vowed to never go near Fred again. Isn’t that right Elisa?””

Renata got some cold water from the bathroom and threw it in Elisa’s face startling her back to conscious albeit in a dazed and confused state. She grabbed Elisa’s hair and aimed a punch at Elisa’s bloody breast. “Say everything is all right to Tia and Paolo or I will beat your tit until it falls off!”
The fight had gone out of the barely conscious Elisa. She knew Renata meant every word. She had been beaten completely compliant. She said in as loud a voice as she could muster “Yes, everything is OK. We are just talking.”
“Elisa and I have a few tings left to discuss. Why don’t you two go back to the party?”

Having hear confirmation from Elisa and having the noises gone quiet Tia and Paolo thought it would be better if they weren’t away from the reception any longer. Otherwise people might wonder what was going on and come and find them.

Hearing the door close as Tia and Paolo left Renata turned to Elisa and said. “Now I am going to make this an evening you will never, never forget.!” She sat on Elisa’s stomach and delivered a few more blows to Elisa’s breasts She particularly enjoyed a couple of uppercuts. A knuckle sandwich to the jaw knocked Elisa out again.

Renata arose. She grasped Elisa under her armpits, lifting her upper body just enough to drag her over to the four-poster bed. She never understood why these old Victorian style hotels liked the pretentious four-posters but was happy they had one for what she had in mind. Renata struggle with great effort to get the heavy woman onto the bed. She laid her spread eagled on her back with each limb towards one of the corner posts. Elisa was wearing only her silk panties and stockings. Stockings that had got ripped and shredded during the fight.

“Oh… I am going to have so much fun.” She slid the hose down Elisa’s legs and removed them.  “I can make use of these.” Then she removed Elisa’s panties. She was happy to see that Elisa had a fairly full bush of blonde hair. “Are you really a blonde or do you dye your cxnt hairs also?” Renata asked to an unresponsive Elisa.

Renata used Elisa’s nylons to tie her wrists and then bind them to a post. She then went into her dresser and found some more nylons. Three pair in fact. She used the first pair spread Elisa’s legs and tie them to a post. Used the second pair to double the bindigss.The final pair doubled the bindings for the arms. Renata did not want Elisa to be able to break her free.

“I think it is time to leave Elisa a real token of this evening.” Renata went back to the bathroom and came out with her husband’s razor and some shaving cream. She had planned to shave Elisa’s pussy nude. “Oh hell, that’s too good for you. I have a better idea.” She placed the razor and shaving cream on a nightstand. Lowering herself gingerly into an easy chair she waited for Elisa to wake up. She didn’t mind resting as she close to exhaustion from all the fighting. Her body ached from the punishment it had taken.

 Elisa was out cold for a good ten minutes or so. Then she begin to stir. It looked like she was having a dream, an unpleasant one from the expression on her face. Elisa tried to roll over but was stopped by her bindings. Her expression turned to one of panic and terror. “I’ll bet your having a nightmare. I’ll bet it is even me. Should be as I am your worse nightmare.”

Elisa struggled to roll one way and then the other. She woke from her nightmare with a start, the emotion of terror and panic staying with her. She was disoriented and confused. “What the fuck! I really am tied up. What’s going on here?  Oww…. Oooohhhh…. Ooouuuu… Eeeeiiiiii….” Pain flooded over her body. Her breasts in particular were burning with intense pain. Her ear wasn’t too far behind. But every inch of her body complained. Each time she tired to move or pull her limbs free she was rocked with agony.

“Well, well, well you finally woke up, my dear. Hope you had a nice rest.” Renata cooed in a hideous voice.
“YOU! It was you that did this to me?”
“Yes, slut and I’m not through with you. Going to teach you not to whore.”
“What are you going to do to me..” Elisa groaned, the desperation and fear obvious in her voice. Then she saw the razor and shaving cream on the nightstand. “Oh no….. is that what I think it is for?”
“Yes but I decided against it. Have something else in mind.”
Elisa started frantically kicking her legs and jerking on her arm restraints. The nylons stretched and allowed some movement but Elisa could not break free. “HELP ME! HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME! THIS BITCH IS CRAZE!! HEEEELLLLPPPPP!!!!!! ” Elisa screamed at the top of her lungs.
“To ahead and yell as loud and as long as you want, hussy. This suite is isolated and no one will hear you. Shout your fucking lungs out for all I care. Then again you had better not shout too loudly as I am sure your left tittie can’t stand much bouncing. ”

Renata was right. Elisa frantic struggles with her chest heaving in and out with each loud scream only caused her breast to send pain throughout her. It was hopeless to yell and struggle and she knew it. She had been beaten and became resigned to it. A broken filly so to speak.

Renata finally got off the chair but you could tell she was also sore all over. She climbed onto the bed and straddled Elisa just above the knees. “I’m going to make it so you can wear the tiniest thong without hair sticking out. You can thank me later.”

“You despicable, cruel bitch. You had better hope I never meet you in a dark alley.”
“Ohhh… I’m soooooo scared. As if you could ever beat me in a fight.”
Renata grabbed a few of Elisa’s blonde short and curlies. She pulled on them but not hard enough to rip them out. “My my, you really are blonde. Or do you dye your cxnt hairs also?” She then jerked the hairs out.

“OWWW… ” shrieked Elisa even though she had vowed not to let Renata know how much it hurt.
Renata worked her way methodically down Elisa’s hair. She pulled out only a few strands of hair at a time. That would prolong the pain. She started the furthest away from the labia and worked her way towards it. She figured the area would become more sensitive and the pain would get worse as she got closer the pussy. Each yank of hair caused some scream of pain from Elisa. By the time Renata got close to her clit Elisa was blubbering all out, tears streaming down her cheeks and onto the pillow. She just couldn’t help it she was in so much pain. So much for not letting Renata know how much she was suffering.
“That should quit your whoring for several weeks,” snickered Renata as she yanked out the last set of hairs. For good measure she grabbed Elisa’s labia. Pinched, pulled and twisted them something fierce.
She continued to mock Elisa. “Your overused pussy is spread so wide you couldn’t satisfy any man. Guess I shouldn’t be worried about Fred wanting you. Think I will send him up to see if he likes a nude pussy and wants me to shave mine.”

With that, Renata got off of Elisa. She found some new clothes to put on. She closed the door behind her as she went back to the party, leaving a bawling Elisa nude and spread eagled on the bed.

The end, or is it?

[Corbin2012]

what a terrific ride of a fight, simply great and on-turning. love to see mature women fighting

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