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Can some write a story with these two women in a catfight with a small amount of blood, and scratching, tearing clothes, biting, and hairpulling, would appreciate all the help anyone can offer, thanks.

A story as requested. The results of this fight will be based on the outcome of the poll.

Carrie Underwood	vs	Faith Hill
26 years old	vs	42 years old
5'’3½” 110 pounds	vs	5’9” 121 pounds
Weight spread: 110-123	vs	Weight spread: 117-127

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Who has the stronger biceps? My nod is to Faith Hill

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Who has the stronger thighs? My nod is to Cariie Underwood

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Beginning of story to follow......

[petelv]

I voted for Carrie.


pete

[pingpong]

Faith would win in a "real" catfight.

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Carrie Underwood became an sensation after she won first place in the fourth season of American Idol[/it]. Her record sales soared and she started winning award after award. Perhaps the hard feelings between Carrie and Faith started at the 4oth Annual Country Music Association Awards when Carrie won Best Female Vocalist of the year over Faith Hill.  When Carrie’s name was announced Faith threw her hands up in the air, yelled "WHAT?!" at the camera, then stormed off.   Faith later said she was just joking and Carrie claimed she accepted Faith’s explanation.

That was in November of 2006. Everything seemed OK on the surface. Carrie got enthralled with the NFL If she was such a star you might have called her an NFL groupie. She cuddled up to Tony Romo in her first attempt to become an ‘insider’ of the NFL. A bonus was that this got under Jessica Simpson’s skin. Carrie considered Jessica a fat, no-talent singer and would love to knock her on her ‘fat ass’. She goaded Jessica  and tried to maneuver her into a fight. But Jessica didn’t take the bait or challenges. Carrie called her a fucking coward, a charge that was seconded by Lindsay Lohan. Lindsay had challenged Jessica to a fight in a night club with no success.

Meanwhile things were heating up between Faith and Carrie. Faith was unnerved by Carrie’s growing popularity and her own up and down career and she wasn’t getting any younger. Carrie said the right things in public but behind the scenes she was doing what she could. To wreck Faith’s career. When she heard that Sunday Night Football on NBC was looking for a singer to start the show she wanted that gig badly. NBC chose Faith instead which really caught in Carrie’s craw. Then the second season came. Carrie decided to be proactive to steal the gig away from Faith. She went to the producer to make her pitch. She labeled Ms Hill as Faith “Over the” Hill. “She never was much of a singer and now that she is over forty she is losing what little voice she has. She can’t really dance. You need a fresh, vital, younger singer more representative of the NFL, not someone’s grandmother. Compare how many awards she has won at 42 to me at only 26. There is no comparison. I can bring in the young crowd as well as the older men.  Get rid of that old hag and replace her with me.”

For what ever reason the execs stayed with Faith. Maybe they figured they shouldn’t make too many changes with John Madden leaving. Or maybe they just thought Faith was the better choice. Be that as it may, word of Carrie’s back stabbing got back to Faith. She was angry but shrugged if off as “the enthusiasm of an insecure youngster with big desires.’ That might have been the ed of it except for a chance encounter between Carrie and Faith.

Faith was out shopping in the t-shirt, shorts, and foot thongs as in the picture. She was walking down the street when who should she see coming in the opposite direction but Carrie Underwood. Carrie was wearing her navy short skirt with the white fringe and black boots as shown in the picture. She was on her way to a rehearsal. Faith was carried a large white bag. Carrie had a black bag just a little bit smaller. As the two got close Carrie stood to block Faith from passing. The following exchange took place:
Faith: Get out of my way you little tramp.
Carrie: Oh? Where do you think you are going?
Faith: That’s none of your business. Not get out of my way. You don’t own the street.
Carrie: Not news for you, you old lady. This is my town now. I do own the street so get off my sidewalk.
Faith: Or what?
Carrie: Or I’ll knock you off it!
Faith: Go ahead and try you little twerp.
Carrie Be careful what you ask for, you washed up old hag.
Faith: Ohhhh… I’m so scared……..
Carrie: You should be. I’m gonna knock you on your skinny ass.!

Carrie swung her purse and caught Faith beside the head. Faith staggered to the side. Gathered herself and swung hard at Faith. Only the much shorter Faith duck an Faith’s bad flew uselessly over her head. Carrie swung her bag back the other way. This time she hit Faith across the boobs. Faith grabbed Carrie’s bag and swung her bag from above. Hitting Carrie on top of the head. Carrie grabbed Faith’s bag and now the two were fighting for the bags. The pulling struggled escalated with hard kicks to shins and things. Faith surprised Carrie with a knee to the crotch which caused Carrie’s knees to buckle a little. Carrie stood up quickly and caught Faith right on the chin with the top of her head. Faith staggered backward and Carrie charged after her to knock her down. The fight was on in earnest.

REMEMBER, THE FORTUNES OF THE FIGHTERS WILL EBB AND FLOW WITH THE VOTING.

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An even struggle so far: Carrie 10 Faith 10. Carrie toot the early lead but Faith has come back.

Faith was staggering backward after being head butted on the chin by Carrie. Carrie moved with her. She placed her hands on Faith’s loose tee shirt and sank her fingers into Faith’s 34Cs as she pushed her backward.  She kept Faith off balance and steered her into the ally where they wouldn’t be disturbed. Faith latched onto Carrie’s long blonde hair to try and keep her balanced. Faith slammed into a dumpster. She spun Carrie by the hair into a wall. Carrie’s fingers ripped the front of Faith’s tee shirt as her fingers came loose. She grabbed Faith by the hair and swung her around, banging Faith’s head against the wall. Faith continued the spinning and banged Carrie’s head against the wall. The two went down the wall further and further into the alley.

Faith ended up against the wall. She  placed her hands on Carrie’s chest and shoved her back. Faith’s fingers hooked the lacy white top of Carrie’s dress and she ripped it down. Carrie went flying back and hit the wall on the other side of the ally. She lost her balance and fell to the ground but got right back up before Faith could attack her. The two women stood there glaring at each other. They flexed their fingers, curling them in and out. Each was anxious to rake the other with their claws. Their long blonde hair was a tussled mess from all the hair pulling and head banging as they rolled along the wall. Faith’s tee shirt was torn in front, exposing part of her white bra. The top of Carrie’s dress had been ripped down.  Her firm tits stood out behind her black bra. Faith smile slightly as it appeared that Carrie’s breast were a 32B or 34B at most. At least Faith had her beat there.

Carrie and Faith were huffing and puffing from their efforts. The initial connect had been an impromptu thing although both wanted this fight. Now they had time to take full stock of their foe. There were more cautious as they eyed each other wearily looking for the best way to attack. Between gasping breaths they screamed at each other:
Carrie: You may be taller than me but you’re a skinny bitch and you are going down!
Faith: I think the proper term is wiry, not skinny. I have long, strong muscles as you will find out.
Carrie: You’re legs look like toothpicks. Just compare them to mine.
Carrie flexed her quads and calves which stood out prominently.
Faith countered by flexing her biceps to intimidate Carrie.
Faith: I thought you Okies from Muskogee were farm girls who were used to hard work. Your arms look weak to me.
Carrie: Your muscles look big only because you have no meat on them. I’ll bet you will be the first to go on her ass.
Faith: You’re the one going on her ass. But then you’re used to being on your back, aren’t you whore? Won American Idol by sleeping with Simon is what I hear.
Carrie: Stupid cxnt! That’s how you got ahead so you think everyone else does. I have talent! At least people want to sleep with me. Who wants to fuck a dried up old ugly hag like you?
Faith: Just ask my husband how good I am in bed. And let’s see how long you are around. No way your career will last as long as mine has.
Carrie:  When I get Tim in bed he will forget all about you. And don’t’ think I won’t. I know how to act like a woman and not lie there like a limp rag.
Faith: You try and sleep with my husband and it will be the last thing you do. By the way, he likes full chested women, not those with little walnuts like you have.
Carrie: At least mine firm and don’t hand down to my navel like  yours do. I don’t go broadcasting my bra size like you do but they are larger than you think.
Faith: Quite stalling, bitch. It’s time to put up or shut up and I am going to shut your big fucking mouth once and for all!

Faith started moving towards Carrie and Carrie took a step towards Faith. They extended their arms with her sharp nails out as the moved in closer and started circling each other. Eye watched the other carefully looking for an opening.

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Carrie and Faith continued to circle while hissing and swearing at each other. Carrie was the more aggressive and attacked first. She charged at Faith, went low and tackled her. She wrapped her rams around Faith’s thighs while driving her shoulder into Faith. It was as good a tackle as in any NFL game. Carrie prevented Faith from wrapping her long legs around her by throwing one leg over Faith’s and then quickly moving up her body. She got into a straddling position of Faith’s waist. She grabbed Faith’s head and pounded it on the pavement. Before Faith knew it, Carrie had leaped forward and landed with her shins and knees on Faith’s biceps in a neat little school girl pin. Carrie started yanking Faith’s hair, clawing her face and slapping her face. Faith’s arms were pinned by Carrie’s knees so she couldn’t slap back or pull hair. She dug her fingers into Carrie’s exposed legs. Carrie pounded Faith’s head again which dazed Faith enough that the scratching stopped. Carrie moved up further on Faith. She grabbed Faith’s long blonde hair and forced Faith’s face between her thighs and into black silk panties that covered her pussy under her short skirt. .

Carrie: “How do you like the taste of a real woman’s pussy?”
Faith: “I’ll let you know as soon as I taste one.” Faith mumble her reply from underneath Carrie’s dress.
Carrie began to grind her pussy on Faith’s mouth and nose as Faith squirmed and kicked uselessly. Suddenly Carrie screamed a gut wrenching shriek as Faith bit down on her vagina. Carrie slid back as quickly as she could to get away. This freed Faith’s arms from her knees. Faith reached up and grabbed Carrie’s boobs which were dangling over her face. Carrie had slid back far enough that she was no longer sitting on Faith’s larger tits. She countered my sinking her talons into Faith’s boobs. Faith had the bigger hands and could take Carrie’s entire smaller boobs in her hands. She could dig her nails in where the tit met the body. She inflicted the most pain this way when she could get her nails on the underside of Carrie’s breasts, lifting, ripping, and tearing where Carrie’s boobs met the rib cage. Carrie couldn’t quite get all of Faith’s boobs in her small hands. But she didn’t have too. She had the longer, sharper nails and she dug these into soft tit flesh. She twisted, pinched and drove her nails in even deeper. Some blood was oozing out of both sets of jugs.

Nipples grew harder and more erect as the two women fought like cats and dogs. Tit mauling was interspersed with nipple torturing. Faith and Carrie tried to pull and twist the others nipples off. It is amazing how far natural breasts can be pulled out by the nipples.

This could have gone on for a long time but Faith decided it was time to get this bitch off her. She lifted a long leg up and around Carrie. She caught Carrie off guard and pulled her over backwards. Faith sat up as Carrie went down. She crossed her ankles in an attempt to trap Carrie’s head between her legs. Carrie was not about to let that happen. It was not Faith’s turn to let out a blood curdling scream. She pushed Carrie off her, kicking her away with one leg while she checked out the other. A big bite mark was left on her calf where an imprint of Carrie’s teeth could be plainly seen.

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Faith was sitting checking out the painful bite on her calf. Carrie had been kicked away by Faith. She leaped up and came at Faith. She delivered a nasty kick at Faith intending to knock her head off. Faith saw it coming She caught Carrie’s kick mid-air. Faith twisted Carrie’s foot and Carrie went down flat on her stomach. She got on all fours still holding onto Carrie’s foot.
Faith: So you want to bite do you? Turn about’s fair play!”
She bent down and sank her teeth into Carries calf, taught from Carrie’s struggling.
Carrie: OW! OW! OW! YOUFUCKING BITXH! I didn’t bite that hard. Let go or I’ll knock your teeth out!
Faith didn’t answer as she had her teeth buried in Carrie’s leg.
Carrie swung her other leg and caught Faith on the side of the head. The blow rocked Faith. She was still on her knees but her arms had collapsed and she was leaning on her face with her rump in the air.

Carrie: So you want a taste of my legs, you filthy cxnt!
Carrie rolled over and sat up. She grabbed Faith’s hair while spreading and raising her legs. She jerked Faith’s head between her thighs and locked her ankles together. Her quadriceps bulged as she apply pressure to Faith’s head and neck.

Faith was somewhat taken aback by the power in Carrie’s legs. She had fallen to the side in the struggle. She tried to pull Carrie’s thighs apart to lessen the pain and to get some air. Her fingernails dug hard into Carrie’s thigh. Carrie ignored the pain as Faith dug in. It wasn’t all that bad. She was going to crush Faith’s head and then brutalize the unconscious Faith. At least that was her aim. Carrie had both her hands wrapped around Faith’s long blonde hair. and was pulling as hair as she could. Even if Faith could pull Carrie’s legs apart far enough to extract her head there was no way she could with Carrie having such a death grip on her hair.

Faith tried to get to her knees. She got part way up but the more compact Carrie put her back down on her side. Faith tried again. Got up a little further. Once again Carrie used her legs and Faith’s hair to slam her back on her side. She unlocked and relocked her ankles to get a better grip. Straightened her legs and applied even more pressure. Faith started working her legs and body around towards Carrie’s head. Her legs were a lot longer than Carrie and she knew she could get them around Carrie’s ‘fat neck’. Each time Faith got close Carrie would just snicker and rotate away. She would give an extra hard tug on Faith’s hair as if to say “Oh no you don’t.” Strands of Faith’s hair were strewn on the pavement.

Faith was desperate as the pressure from Carrie’s bulging thighs was getting to her. But there was no way she would admit defeat to that brazen upstart cxnt. If she lost she knew there would be no end to the teasing and humiliation by Carrie. She managed to pry Carrie’s thighs apart just a tad. Not enough to pull her head out which was impossible anyway with Carrie’s grip on her hair. So she turned her head. She closed her teeth around the Carrie’s soft inner thing and bite hard. Carrie had started the biting and Faith was going to finish it.

Carrie let out a dreadful shriek, unclasped her ankles and yanked Faith’s head hard away from her thigh. Some flesh was left in Faith’s teeth. Faith’s head was free but Carrie did not let go of her hair. She was pulling even harder in her rage and anger. Faith slide up on top of Carrie, aided by Carrie’s hair pulling. She slid her body up to pin Carrie underneath her. She figured she could then go to work on Carrie’s face. Carrie had been in catfights before and knew what was coming. She reacted by sliding down while Faith was moving up. Faith’ height advantage turned out to be a disadvantage as she overshot. Her exposed boob landed on Carrie’s face.
Faith: Fell a real woman’s tits, you titless wonder. If you want to be smothered that’s OK with me.
Carrie muttered something unintelligible as it was muffled by Faith’s boob. Faith immediately learned what Carrie had said the hard way. Her boob was on fire as Carrie stuffed as much as she could in her mouth and closed her teeth around a goodly amount of Faith’s boob.

Faith pulled on Carrie’s equally long blonde hair. Carrie kept her bite on Faith’s boob. As Faith pulled Carrie’s head and tried to lift her own body away her tit was stretched out. Carrie seemed bent on biting Faith’s tit right off. Pulling on Carrie’s head was only making that possibility a reality. Faith moved her hands to the side of Carrie’s head. She wrapped her thumbs around and against Carrie’s eyes.
Faith: Let go or I’ll push your eyes into the back of your head!!!!
Carrie: Mmmpphh, ffummphhh, unghhff!”
She emphasized her meaning by biting harder and twisting her head a little. Blood started flowing from Faith’s boobs.
I mean it!!! Let go or I’ll poke your eyes out.
Faith started pressing down with her thumbs to show Carrie she was serious.

Reluctantly Carrie opened her mouth. She was certain Faith would blind her if she didn’t. Faith rolled off of Carrie and away. But not before giving her a hard kick in the side. She rolled far enough so she could examine her breast. The injury to her breast caused the pain from her bitten calf to flare up again. Carrie was in no better shape. She had a bitten calf, bitten even harder that Faith’s And her inner thigh on her other leg was missing some flesh. The two women once again rested, licking their wounds so to speak.

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Spectators had heard the commotion in the alley and gathered at the entrance. No one wanted or dared get in between these two wildcats. The did block the entrance so neither could escape – wanting to see a fight to the finish. Bets were placed and arguments made back and forth about who would win. Sides were split but the general consensus  was that the smaller Carrie would be up fist and take the fight to Faith before she could get up.

They were wrong. Faith rose up first as Carrie was checking the vicious bite on her inner thigh. Faith was limping on one leg but when Carrie finally did get up she was gimpy on both. But the crowd was correct in that Carrie was the aggressor. She moved towards Faith with her claws extended ready to rip her face off. Faith stepped forward. She met Carrie’s fingers with her own, intertwining them to force a test of strength.

This was no contest. Carrie was no match for Faith’s superior arm strength especially when combined with Faith’s great height advantage. She quickly bent Carrie’s wrists back and started to drive her to her knees. Carrie was not about to go down so easily. She took the heel of her boot and stomped on the open toes of Faith’s flip flops. She pivoted her heel back and forth to really grind on Faith’s long toes. Faith shoved Carrie onto her ass and began hopping on one foot while rubbing her toes.

Carrie sprang up. She grabbed the back of Faith’s tee shirt to yank her back. She was left with a piece of cotton in her hand as she ripped out a chunk from the tee shirt. She flung the piece of cloth down in disgust. She grabbed the elastic band on Faith’s running shorts. Faith was off balance to start off with as she was still hopping on one foot, it being too painful to step down on her crushed toes. Carrie dug in her heels and began whipped Faith around and around by the shorts. Faster and faster she went with Faith now having to step on her sore foot to maintain what balance she could. The strain on the waist band became more and more. Soon it snapped. The whole flimsy shorts ripped apart. Carrie when one way on her ass and Faith flew the other way as the shorts came off of Faith.

Carrie was holding onto what was left of Faith’s shorts. Faith crashed hard into a wall head first and crumpled to the pavement. She was bare assed as she wasn’t wearing any underclothing under the shorts.

Carrie was up quick as a cat and charged towards Faith intended to “put her out of her misery!”

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Carrie charged at Faith who was lying on the pavement. As Carrie when to jump on her Faith raised her long leg and planted it square on Carrie’s stomach. She propelled Carried over her and into the wall. Carrie hit the wall with her shoulder and fell down on top of Faith. Faith spun them both over and put Carrie on her back. She stood up and grabbed the torn bodice of Carrie’s dress. She hauled her up with it and now it was her turn to picot on her heels, spinning Carrie around faster and faster. The top ripped apart from the centrifugal force of Carrie’s weight. Carrie hit the wall again as the top came off but remained on her feet.

It turns out Carrie’s “short dress” was not a short dress after all. It was a navy blue top. Below she was wearing black shorts with white stripes. No fashion sense, thought Faith, didn’t anyone ever tell her it is hard to match black and navy blue.

Faith ran at Carrie to pin her against the wall. The quicker Carrie dodged her and slammed her fist into Faith’s kidneys as faith ran into the wall face first. She bounced off the wall but spun with her right arm out straight catching Carrie across back of the next. Carrie turned a quarter of a turn to face Faith who was now facing her. She tried to rake Faith’s face with her claws but Faith blocked her attempt. She dropped her claws down and dug them into Faith’s larger boobs.
Faith: So you want to pull titties, little girl? That is a big mistake!
Faith took ahold of Carrie’s smaller tits and gave them a hard twist.
Carrie: You dried up old jugs are coming off, old hag!!!
Carrie twisted and dug her nails in deeper.
A battle of tit abusing occurred. Lots of scratching, pinching, twisting both to the tits and the nipples. The two fought with their sides up against the wall. Kicks were throwing as the two mauled each others tits. Feet caught shins and thighs. Kneed collided with thighs and, when possible, with parts between the legs.

It was hard to tell who was winning. Faith had the stronger hands and fingers but Carrie had more to work with. Being shorter her kicks were a little more effective with this close in fighting. But Faith’s had the advantage in knees to the crotch. A couple of good knee plants and Carrie’s knees started to buckle just a little.

Carrie took matters into her own hands literally. She grabbed one of Faith’s tits with both hands, squeezing it so the nipple protruded out. She bent down and bit down on Faith’s nipple. …….

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This was the second time Carrie had bitten her breasts. First one tit and now the nipple on the other tit. Faith was royally pissed. She knew Carrie was jealous of her larger, sexier breasts but this was going too far. She was afraid to pull Carrie’s head away fearing that Carrier would bite her nipple right off.

Indeed, it was Carrie’s intent to do just that. She bit harder and shook her head. Carrie hadn’t noticed that Faith had spun them around she was so preoccupied on biting Faith’s nipple off. Faith used her body to shove Carrie’s back hard into the wall. She shoved with her body  and pulled her head back by the hair banging it on the brick wall.
Faith: You want a taste of tit, whore, well you’ll get one.
Faith shoved hard spreading her large breast over Carrie’s face smothering her.

No longer able to breathe Carrie let go the nipple and turned her head to gain some air. Faith stepped back. Yanked Carrie’s head out from the wall then smashed it back into the wall. She drove her fingers into Carrie’s face, pinning her head against the wall. She reached down with her other hand and undid the button on zipper on Carrie’s shorts. The shorts slide down Carrie’s legs to the ground but hung up on her boots. Faith continued her attack. She yanked Carrie’s thong panties down exposing her crotch. Faith grabbed what hair she could find and ripped.

The bigger Faith had Carrie pinned. She wasn’t strong enough to get out. She couldn’t really see much with Faith’s fingers dug into her cheeks and pushing her head back. But she could feel the breast on her twat. How to escape? Hey, what worked before would work again. She raised her foot and stomped down on Faith’s bare toes, protected only by the flip flops which is no protection at all. Then she stomped on the other foot.

Faith limped backed and Carrie charged her like she did before. Only this time Faith was ready for it. She grabbed Carrie by the hair and flung her around, letting her fly against the cement wall on the other side of the alley. Carrie bounced off, went down, and sprung back up as Faith charged towards her……..

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Faith was charging at Carrie but with a noticeable limp from her crushed toes. Carrie bounced up from where she had fallen to the pavement. She grabbed a garbage can lip as she came up and flung it at Faith like a Frisbee. Faith blocked the lid with her arm while Carrie went down low to tackle Faith. She wrapped her arms around Faint’s thighs and bowled her over. Faith went down hard on her back. The back of her head connected hard with the pavement. She was momentarily stunned.

Carrie slid up Faith and aimed her teeth back at Faith’s already bitten breasts. A little dazed, Faith still had the awareness to grab the lib which had fallen nearby. She swung it and caught Carrie’s head with the edge of the lid opening a big gash on the side of her head. Carrie toppled over to the side holding her head. Faith got up.
Faith: You and your fucking boots are going to pay for crushing my toes!
Carrie: Fuck you and your toes and your skinny legs. Let me alone bitch, you’ve split my head.
Faith: You’re not so tough after all. A little clunk on the head and you quite. I though you were supposed to be a fighter.
When I recover you’ll see how well I can fight.
Faith: Fat chance of that, bitch. I’ve a score to settle.!

Faith kicked Carrie on the side of the head where she had hit her with the lid. Carrie’s hand took some of the punishment but was driven against the gash. Faith winced as she kicked having momentarily forgotten about her stomped toes.
Faith: You and your fucking boots ……..

Faith pulled off Carrie’s boots. She began hitting Carrie with them. Carrie rolled onto her back and put up her arms to protect her face and breasts. Faith wailed away on her arms and legs. Carrie raised her legs and blasted Faith with both legs, one hitting each sore breast. Faith screamed in pain as she fell back onto her ass. Carrie whipped her leg and caught Faith hard on her left thigh as her legs came up when she toppled over onto her back.

Carrie was quick. She had Faith down and was going to finish her off. She leaped to land make a full body landing on Faith. Faith wasn’t as quick as Carrie but she saw her flying through the air. She managed to just roll out from under as Carrie landed face first and tits first on the pavement with a loud “OOAFFFF!  OW! SHIT!” Faith rolled back and onto Carrie’s back. Both were nude from having had their clothes ripped off before.

Faith took ahold of Carrie’s long, blonde hair with both hands. She whipped Carrie’s head around. She drove her face into the pavement and rubbed it hard against the rough surface. She sat up on Carrie’s back and began hitting her on the sides of the head. WHACK! WHAM! BONG! She hit her over and over.

Faith lifted off Carrie enough to roll her onto her back.
Faith: So you like to bite, do you ……..
Carrie: NO! NO! NO! Pleeaseeeee don’t …….
Carrie was begging for mercy because she knew exactly what Faith had in mind from the gleeful look in her eye. Faith gave Carrie a couple of hard shots to the chin and cheeks to daze her. She reached down and gentle caressed and massaged Carrie’s breasts to make her nipples stand out hard and erect. She pinched, twisted and tore at them to inflict great pain. Then she mauled her tits, ending up leaving deep claw marks on them.
Faith: Now it’s payback time on your little titties. ……..
Faith took as much of Carrie’s left tit in her mouth as she could, which was almost the whole tit. She bit down hard until she feel warmth on her tongue. Then she went and bit on Carrie’s protruding nipple of her right boob. She almost bit it off. Fortunately there was enough skin left that several stitches would reattach it.

Faith: One more area of payback. ……..
Faith banged the back of Carrie’s head against the ground leaving her almost unconscious but not quite. She picked up one of Carrie’s feet and bit her big toe. Then she took the other foot and bit hard on several toes.

Satisfied with her payback and that she had whipped Carrie completely Faith decide to put Carrie where she belonged. She pulled her up by the hair then let her flop over onto her shoulder. She put her arm between Carrie’s legs and lifted her in a fireman’s carry. Then she walked over to the large dumpster, lifted the lid and tossed Carrie unceremoniously into the dumpster filled with trash.
Faith: Don’t worry, Carrie, you career with join you soon in the garbage. You are a piece of trash so it seems!!!..

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I liked the story.
Way to go Faith, Put that naked Carrie where she belongs, in the dumpster