This story chronicles the poll fight between Sonja (Dirty bad bitch) and Jessi (jessiwrestles) which is posted here:
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=73135.15Thanks to Sonja and Jessi for inviting me to write the story, and to all who voted and commented on the poll. You made my task easier
Enjoy…
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*****
Sonja seethed as she stormed into the dimly lit locker room and threw her bag onto the nearest bench. The night was warm and humid, and the short walk from her car into the building already had her sweating. That was not the reason for her foul mood however. On the drive over, she had been thinking about the bitch she was about to fight, and all the reasons she wanted to destroy her.
She and Jessi had been long-standing enemies. They had hated each other from the moment each had laid eyes on the other, and that hatred had only grown stronger over time. Neither of them knew quite how or why it had started. Sonja put it down to simple bad chemistry at the start. Their initial enmity had led to taunts, insults and threats, escalating over time until tonight. Here and now, Sonja vowed, they were going to settle things.
Jessi knew just how to push Sonja’s buttons, and while Sonja had always given just as good as she got, it did not stop her from wanting to annihilate the smart-mouthed skank. She allowed herself a grim smile at the through that, tonight, she would have her chance to do just that.
Sonja liked to fight, and for years she had been among the best and most feared fighters in the underground pit fight culture. She fought to win – in this crowd, you had to – and most of the time, she did so. She not only liked to win, but also delighted in dominating and humiliating her opponents along the way – and often afterwards too. There were more than a few girls at the gym the fighters frequented, and elsewhere too, who would blush, turn and walk the other way when they saw Sonja coming. Sonja loved that – loved the looks on their faces, and the reputation she had for being the resident badass.
That was probably another reason she hated Jessi’s guts from the get-go. Both of them were alpha personalities – an unkind observer might even say ‘bullies’ – and it seemed like any space was simply not big enough for both of them. Since they tended to move in the same circles, they met, and clashed, often. Those clashes had been nasty but always just verbal – until tonight.
Their last confrontation had been at a mutual friend’s birthday party, and had culminated in them both toe to toe, fists clenched, each screaming slurs into the other’s face. Each of them had been ready to tear into the other there and then, but both had been talked down by others at the party and had reluctantly seen reason. They had agreed though – perhaps the only thing they had ever agreed on – to face each other here, tonight, in the pit with everyone watching.
Sonja peeled off her fuchsia sweatshirt, which complemented her purple-dyed hair, folded it peremptorily and dropped it on the well-worn bench beside her bag. She gave another tight smile at the legend emblazoned across the front – ‘Bad Bitch’ – and murmured, “you better believe it.” She slipped her sneakers off and wriggled out of her black yoga pants, then turned to regard herself in the cracked full-length mirror on the opposite wall.
She had already changed into her favorite powder blue thong bikini before she left home, and now she turned left and right, tugging the straps of the thong over her slender hips and settling the tiny cups of the top against her breasts. She did not have all that much in the chest department, being a 34A or maybe a small B at a certain time of the month, but she was proud of her breasts. They were nicely rounded little apples with small dark nipples that hardened like bullets when she was aroused or excited – and right now she was both.
The thong was tight and tiny, almost painted onto her mound, and the full dark bush of her womanhood peeked out around the edges. She never shaved herself completely, but she had deliberately refrained from trimming down there for the past two weeks, to make sure her thatch was particularly lush. She wanted to rub the bitch’s nose in it – quite literally.
Raising her arms, she flexed her muscles in front of the mirror before she went into her warm-up routine. Tall but slender, her slight figure belied her strength and her adversaries often underestimated her in a fight – to their detriment. By the time they figured out that slim was not the same as weak, they would be on the ground under a rain of punches and kicks.
That was not going to happen tonight though. Jessi had seen Sonja fight before, and vice versa, so neither was under any illusions about the other’s abilities. Sonja knew tonight would be a hard battle and the road to victory would be paved with pain. She smiled again to herself. That would make her victory all the sweeter.
*****
Jessi tossed her head angrily, flipping her long honey blonde hair off her face as she dropped her bag onto the first convenient bench inside the locker room door. There were two locker rooms of course – if fighters in this crowd had to share, a lot of fights would start way before they reached the pit – and it gave her a little satisfaction that she had won the coin toss and gotten the more recently renovated one, relegating that bitch Sonja to the older room which no doubt smelled worse – not that this one was any rose garden. It was a small victory, but it showed that luck was on her side.
She was aching to get her hands – her claws – on the skinny skank. She had been dying for this showdown ever since they had first laid eyes on one another, and that desire had grown stronger every time they had run into one another. Sonja thought she was queen of everyone and everything around her, and Jessi was going to show her just how wrong she was about that. She licked her lips. The bitch was going to rue the day they met, and regret every insult she’d ever hurled. Jessi was going to make her a laughing stock among all the fight-goers. “No holds barred, bitch,” she murmured as she stepped out of her shoes, “and no mercy.”
It was more than the fact they were two strong, independent women with forceful personalities. Jessi had met women like herself – the ‘alpha bitch’ as she often joked – before, and got along with them well, as often as not. Sonja was something different however. Sonja was more than an alpha personality. She was a bitch, a bully who liked to throw her weight around – at least as much weight as the skinny bitch had. In all fairness she was a pretty good fighter. More than that though, she liked to humiliate the women she defeated, and intimidate the rest. Jessi could not stand her cocky, arrogant attitude, and for the longest time she had wanted the chance to take the bitch down hard. She had never drawn Sonja as an opponent to fight in the pit though – it seemed the fates were against her in that regard.
Her chance had almost come a couple weeks ago, informally, at a party for a mutual friend. They had both known the other would be there, and each had known there was likely to be an altercation, but Jessi was damned if she was going to be the one who decided not to go. That would look like weakness, like Sonja had scared her into staying away. Jessi was not going to give the rumor mill a chance to grab and run with that. So she had turned up and as predicted, she and Sonja had been hissing and spitting at each other like two alley cats. They would have come to blows if a couple of the other guests had not stepped in between them – physically – and kept them apart. Jessi would have loved to ruin Sonja’s reputation in front of the whole crowd, but she had kept her cool, albeit with difficulty.
Later in the evening, tempers had flared again and they had agreed to have it out, here tonight at the arena, in front of the entire crowd, where everyone could watch but nobody would interfere. “Nobody to save your bitch ass,” muttered Jessi through clenched teeth.
She stripped off her black tank top and stuffed it into her bag, then undid the drawstring that held up her matching, loose fitting sweatpants and stepped out of them. Underneath, in lieu of underwear, she wore a fire-engine-red thong bikini. It was cut small in the bottom, only just covering her mound, and left her firm round buttocks completely bare. The top was larger, to keep her ample bosom – she was a proud 36DD – in place. Not that the top, or even the thong, would last long in this fight, but that did not matter. What mattered was stripping, humiliating and ruining that bitch Sonja.
Reaching up behind her neck, she loosened and retied the knot that secured the upper strap of her top, then the lower strap, before she adjusted the cups over her full breasts. Her nipples were already poking at the thin fabric, in anticipation of getting to grips with her hated enemy. She lowered her hands and ran her fingers under the thin straps of her thong, pulling them higher and snugging the thong into her crotch. Her blonde pubes poked above the edge, her bush neatly groomed. No doubt that dirty bitch Sonja would have a whole fucking forest down there. Jessi had made sure hers was trimmed but not too thoroughly. She wanted enough to rub in the skank’s face.
She went into her stretching routine, warming up her muscles. She had no doubt this would be a grueling fight. Sonja might be a bitch but she was a tough bitch. Jessi was going to feel it in the morning, but it would be worth it to put the loud mouthed bully in her place, disgrace her and let the whole world know. She smiled grimly.
*****
Sonja made her way down the long concrete tunnel that led to the arena. It smelled of damp, sweat – and fear. There were only a few dim lights on here, but it was bright enough and anyway she could see the bright rectangle of light at the far end – the entrance to the pit.
She took a deep breath as she handed a small bag to the attendant standing in the opening, and stepped out under the blazing lights of the pit. The night was just as hot as before, but it felt good to be under the open sky, and her blood surged as the crowd erupted in a roar. She lifted her head and smiled up at them.
The pit was an oval, floored with dirt, walled with rough concrete. Some places had padded walls to protect the fighters, but not here. The pit was perhaps twenty feet across on the longer side, maybe fifteen on the shorter. The walls were eight feet high and the tops were lined with eager, expectant faces. The word had gotten around that she and Jessi were to face off, and the place was packed. Her eyes completed their circuit of the crowd, and she gazed across at the dark space opposite, waiting for her opponent to emerge.
She did have long to wait. The crowd roared again as Jessi stepped out into the light. Sonja’s lip curled involuntarily and so, she noticed, did the blonde’s as Jessi advanced into the arena. A steel gate swung shut behind her with a loud clang, and there was another similar sound from behind Sonja as the attendant shut that gate too, shutting them in with one another.
“Thought you might have chickened out at the last minute,” Sonja called out mockingly as her enemy approached.
“I thought the same about you,” replied Jessi with just as much scorn in her voice. Her words were barely audible above the clamor of the crowd.
The two women stood facing one another, a few paces apart. They were similar in height, with Sonja perhaps an inch or so taller – not enough to make any difference in a fight. They were close to one another in weight too. There the similarity ended though. Jessi was blonde with long hair almost to her waist, while Sonja’s purple dyed hair was shorn short, almost in a crew cut. Sonja was small in the bust whereas Jessi was very buxom, her breasts making up for her somewhat slighter figure. Each was well muscled without being overly buff, both their bodies toned from hours in the gym.
Their eyes narrowed to slits and they sized one another up. This was going to be an epic battle, whoever won.
The was a sudden electric whine from the speakers mounted on the poles that held the lights. The owners of this place had never gotten the PA system right.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” blared a voice, made scratchy by the old, cheap sound system. “Now we have tonight’s main event!” The crowd slowly fell silent.
“First up, standing five feet eight and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds, put your hands together for Sonja!” The crowd exploded again – a lot of cheers and more than a few boos. Sonja tilted her chin up again, smiling and glaring simultaneously. She had her fans – those who loved to see her degrade her victims – but a lot of those victims were in the audience tonight, along with their friends.
As the uproar subsided again, the announcer continued. “Against Sonja tonight...in a no holds barred contest…standing five feet seven, and also weighing in at one hundred forty pounds...let’s hear it for Jessi!” Yet again the audience burst into cheers, boos, catcalls and encouragements. The crowd was well worked up, on edge just like the two fighters. Sonja felt the bloodlust radiating off them.
“We agreed on the stakes,” sneered Sonja. “winner balds the loser…whatever way she wants.” She nodded over her shoulder toward the gate behind her. “I already brought a razor to use on you.”
“Dream on, bitch,” hissed Jessi in response. “I’ll take your razor and use it on you…but not before I rip that nasty bush of yours out by the roots, a clump at a time!” She laughed venomously. “The razor will just be the finishing touch, to make you nice and smooth…though I might even leave you all ripped up!” The corners of her mouth drew upward in a cruel smile.
“You won’t be laughing with my fist up your twat to the elbow!”
“You won’t be laughing either, with my strappy,” the blonde tossed her head, nodding toward the portal from which she had emerged, “rammed up your skank ass!”
They glared at each other venomously, each shaking with the urge to tear at the other’s hair and flesh.
“Ladies…” the announcer’s voice cut them off. “FIGHT!”
With simultaneously screams of rage, they flew at one another and collided with a loud slap of flesh on flesh, chest to chest. Jessi’s big breasts flattened and spread outward engulfing Sonja’s smaller ones. Their arms wrapped around one another, nails digging in, straining, snarling, spitting, glaring into each other’s eyes with hate-filled determination as they each struggled to force the other back. Muscles strained, pressing sweat-sheened bodies together. The crowd howled.
They grappled and struggled, grunting hard, leaning in, cheek to cheek, but neither could budge the other. Sonja slid her hand up Jessi’s back, feeling the hard muscles there, searching for a grip, for some advantage she could exploit. Her questing fingers tangled in the blonde’s long and already slightly damp hair, and with a sudden vicious inspiration she twisted the thick tresses around her fingers and pulled hard, jerking Jessi’s head back savagely.
The blonde let out a piercing shriek of pain and fury. “BITCH!!!” Sonja snarled and drew her arm back to send a punch hammering up under her enemy’s chin now she had enough separation to make the blow count. As her fist began its journey however, she felt Jessi’s weight shift as her enemy rammed a knee upward. Instinctively she threw her hips backward, so the knee missed her crotch but still it caught her hard in the lower belly between her thong and her navel.
She grunted harshly and hunched over, her face pressed into Jessi’s shoulder, cheek against the outside of the blonde’s left breast. Jessi twisted to her left, pulling her shoulder back and as Sonja stumbled forward, she brought her arm up and slammed the point of her elbow down into the back of Sonja’s neck.
Sonja saw stars as pain exploded in her head. She stumbled and almost fell, but grabbed onto Jessi and managed to stay on her feet. Immediately though, she felt her opponent grab her too, pull her forward, off balance once more, and wrap an arm around her neck in a reverse headlock. Sonja grabbed Jessi’s forearm arm to relieve the sudden pressure on her throat, but Jessi leapt backwards several steps, dragging her purple-haired adversary with her, whirled in a half-circle and sent Sonja spinning into the concrete wall.
Her outstretched arms helped her cushion the impact a little, but still her chest slammed hard into the unyielding concrete, knocking a lot of the remaining wind out of her. She did her best to ignore that, pushing past the pain as she shoved herself off the wall and spun to face her enemy.
Jessi was already advancing on her, fists clenched with a malicious glare etched on her face. She threw a punch aimed high at Sonja’s face, but Sonja dodged it and countered with one of her own, in under Jessi’s left arm, pounding the underside of her heavy breast, knocking it upward and inward against the other, and almost bouncing it out of her bikini top.
The blonde grunted in pain, hunched her body defensively, but immediately lashed out with a fist of her own, stepping in close and firing a jab at Sonja’s ribs. Sonja managed to block it on her upper arm but a follow-up flurry of fists drove her back toward the wall again. Afraid of being hemmed in, she ducked low and launched herself forward, charging at the other woman with arms outstretched, claws extended, to hook up and grapple. Even if Jessi managed to dodge, at least Sonja would have room to maneuver and not be trapped against the wall.
Jessi took a step back as Sonja lunged, and the purple-haired vixen saw her chance, angling her body to the right, to slip past her opponent and into the clear. Jessi had other plans however and as Sonja surged past her, she spun to her left, hooked her arm through Sonja’s and, with a deft
ju jitsu flip, sent Sonja somersaulting through the air and down onto her back in the dirt.
The air rushed out of Sonja for the third time in less than a minute, but she couldn’t allow herself the time to recover and regain her breath. She rolled rapidly, barely avoiding Jessi’s foot as it stomped into the ground at the spot where Sonja’s belly had been, a moment before. Jessi stomped again but once more Sonja whipped her body away in the nick of time, as the blonde hissed her frustration. “C’mere, skank!”
Sonja rolled again, onto her butt, sand sticking to her sweat-slicked skin. “You got it, cxnt!” she growled, and spun on her left hip, lashing out with a low leg sweep that connected just above Jessi’s ankles. The blonde shrieked in surprise and went over sideways, crashing to the dirt as Sonja reversed the sweep and brought her foot back the other way, aiming her heel at the side of Jessi’s head. The kick connected but Jessi was already leaning the other way and Sonja’s heel struck only a glancing blow, bouncing off the blonde’s skull.
That left Sonja open though, on her butt with her legs akimbo, and vulnerable. She saw Jessi pull her leg up, saw her foot shoot out in a stomp kick and tried to bring her own legs together, but she was too late and Jessi was too fast. The blonde’s foot hammered up between her thighs and into her crotch, striking her pussy with the precision of a hammer hitting a nail.
Sonja’s eyes opened wide, round as saucers, as did her mouth as she felt a single heartbeat of awful anticipation, before the pain came. Her entire body went rigid, her back arched, head back, staring up at the dark sky. Too agonized to scream, she shook like a leaf for a long moment before collapsing onto her side, curled into a ball and clutching her tortured sex.
Jessi clambered to her feet, her bare flesh coated with dirt, and shook her hair out of her eyes. “Too bad, bitch!” she snarled at her still trembling enemy. “You were doing okay there for a while…right up until you weren’t!” She stomped her foot into Sonja’s shoulder, shoving the other woman over onto her belly in the sand, and ground the sole of her foot into the back of Sonja’s neck, rubbing her face in the dirt.
Sonja was still gasping with pain from the blow to her pussy, but when the blonde dropped a knee into her back between her shoulders, and the other lower down into the small of her back near her waist, she groaned aloud. When Jessi reached down with gleeful malice, grabbed the thin band of Sonja’s thong and yanked hard, digging the thong deep up into Sonja’s already hurting folds, she finally found enough breath to scream.
“Save your breath, skank!” snarled Jessi as she back-handed Sonja across the back of the head with her free hand. “You’ve got a lot of screaming to do before I’m done with you!” She yanked harder on Sonja’s thong, jerking it back and forth, sawing it deeper into Sonja’s ravaged sex as Sonja howled and cussed her viciously.
It took four massive heaves, each punctuated by anguished screams from Sonja, before the thong tore asunder across the crotch, with a loud rip of separating stitching that was nevertheless almost inaudible above the clamoring of the crowd. It was another three savage jerks before the straps separated over Sonja’s hips and the entire scrap of ruined cloth came away in Jessi’s hand. She laughed as she tossed it contemptuously aside.
“Damn, it’s almost two easy, bitch!” She shoved herself back to her feet with a hand on the back of Sonja’s head, forcing her enemy’s face into the dirt once more as she did so. “C’mon, cxnt…is that all you got?” She gave Sonja a kick in the ribs.
Sonja growled, her chest heaving as she pushed up painfully onto her elbows, spitting out sand. Tears of pain traced tracks in the dirt that coated her face. She got her knees under, then one foot, as the audience roared and her enemy stared at her with contemptuous cruelty. Sonja glared back at her balefully.
Jessi waited until Sonja rose halfway to her feet before she made her next move. She stepped in, reached out and grabbed for both sides of Sonja’s head. Sonja was not quite as beaten as her shaky stance and pain-pinched face implied however. As Jessi lunged, so did Sonja, ducking low and knocking the blonde’s arms up and away. She followed up with a solid left-right combo of uppercuts underneath the other woman’s breasts, knocking them upward as she flattened them in against Jessi’s ribs, bouncing both out of the blonde’s bikini top. Jessi groaned through clenched teeth at the pain in her chest, then let out a scream of surprise as Sonya’s bare foot arced up and connected solidly under her chin, snapping her head back sharply, her long hair whipping backward and sending a spray of sweat flying through the humid air. The force of the blow lifted Jessi off her feet and pitched her over on her back in the dirt.
The audience exploded into screams of mixed approval and consternation as the fight they thought was all but over, suddenly turned around. Sonja stood swaying on her feet, covered in dirt and sweat, her lush bush on bared to the crowd. She ignored it, and did her best to ignore the pain that still burned in her loins. Her chest heaved as she forced air back into her lungs.
She stared for a moment at her fallen enemy, giving herself a little time to recover as Jessi lay spread-eagled in the sand. Then she gathered herself with a growl. “Teach you to kick me in the pussy, bitch!” and lunged forward, aiming a stomp kick of her own at the other woman’s exposed crotch.
Jessi found her wits just in time and rolled desperately to her left. The stomp missed its target and caught her on the hip instead, getting another groan of pain as the impact rolled her back the other way. Sonja planted her feet again and leaned down to grab a handful of the blonde’s hair. “Now it’s my – GUHHH!!!” Her snarling words cut off sharply as Jessi’s foot drove hard into her belly button, knocking the wind out of her in a spray of spit. She gagged and hunched over, stumbling backwards, clutching her belly.
The blonde rolled to her feet, tossing her head to shake her hair back off her face, raising one hand to wipe the sweat from her eyes. She glared at Sonja. “Cocky cxnt! I’m gonna make you beg for mercy!” Her lip curled. “Not that you’ll get any!” She did not bother trying to pull her top back into place. Instead she loosened the bottom strap, pulled it off over her head and hurled it aside as she advanced on Sonja once more.
Sonja met force with force, bringing her hands up to block the twin punches Jessi threw at her ribs. She fired back with another left-right combo of her own, the first blow aimed at Jessi’s swaying breasts, the second lower down at her sand-smeared abs. Jessi backpedaled, bringing her arms down defensively, and managed to block Sonja’s next barrage of blows, drawing her opponent after her as Sonja advanced, still slugging hard. A few of her blows got through, striking Jessi in the ribs and sides, gaining grunts and groans but not doing any conclusive damage.
When Sonja aimed higher, switching her target to Jessi’s face, the blonde brought her guard up too but then, suddenly, her right leg whipped out in a snap kick. Still fighting through her own pain and intent on her attack, Sonja was too slow by far to counter the kick, and it struck her hard in the pit of her stomach. With a breathless cry she doubled over, gasping.
Jessi wasted no time. She reached out once again to grab Sonja each side of her head, this time successfully, getting her fingers into the purple crewcut and jerking Sonja toward her. “Now I gotcha, skank!” she snarled as she drove her knee up hard, first flattening Sonja’s left breast into her ribs, then following up with a second blow into her enemy’s already battered belly. As Sonja stumbled and almost fell, Jessi jerked her around in a half-circle by her hair, stepped behind her staggering opponent and rammed her knee upward a third time, into Sonja’s unprotected pussy.
Sonja’s entire body convulsed. She straightened up for an instant before her legs gave out and she collapsed face-first in the sand, eyes tight shut, mouth wide open in a silent scream. Grasping her ravaged pussy with both hands, she lay there writhing, sobbing, too agonized even to take a proper breath.
Jessi stood over her, snarling. “Suffer, bitch!” She waited until Sonja’s thrashing flung her over onto her back, then she dropped astride her fallen foe, pinning Sonja in place and trapping her enemy’s arms between her strong thighs. “You think that’s pain, skank?” She sent a vicious backhanded slap across Sonja’s cheek, snapping her head violently to one sand. “You haven’t seen nothing, yet!” She slapped Sonja again, whipping her head back the other way, then again and again, all solid blows from the waist with her full weight behind them, her big breasts bouncing wildly with each impact as the baying crowd cheered her on.
By the fifth brutal blow, Sonja was moaning, her mouth half open, her eyes glazed. Jessi rose up off her. Sonja didn’t move other than to tremble a little. “Serves you right, you dirty bitch,” sneered Jessi. She gave Sonja another stomp to the belly. Sonja groaned in anguish. “And you deserve everything you’re about to get!”
She walked away across the arena, toward the gate through which she had entered. The onlookers fell silent, no doubt confused. Was the fight over? Was Jessi going to simply leave her enemy defeated in the dirt? She smiled to herself as she reached the gate. They would find out, soon enough – just like Sonja would.
Reaching through the heavy bars, she took the small black leather pouch that she’d given to the gate attendant earlier, then turned and strode back toward the center of the pit. The crowd erupted again as she approached her enemy, who lay where Jessi had left her, unmoving on her back. She moaned weakly when Jessi nudged her in the side with her toe, and moved one arm down feebly in a vain defensive gesture.
“No you don’t bitch!” Jessi kicked Sonja’s arm hard, knocking it out wide. Her enemy’s other hand was still pressed protectively against her crotch, thick dark curly hairs poking out between her fingers. Jessi placed her foot on her victim’s abs, hooked her toes under Sonja’s forearm and shoved hard, pushing that arm out wide too.
Before Sonja could move or do anything more than whimper, Jessi stepped astride the other woman’s shoulders and dropped hard to her knees, facing Sonja’s feet with her crotch over her enemy’s face, her legs pinning Sonja’s arms to the dirt, trapping her in place, at Jessi’s mercy. “Now your pain really begins, cxnt!”
She leaned forward, her bare breasts swaying. Her nipples had been rock hard even before she had stepped out onto the sand, but now in her moment of victory, they were so aroused she could feel her pounding heartbeat in them. That arousal wasn’t confined to her nipples either – she was acutely aware of the heat in her loins and the wet spot spreading a dark stain across her red thong.
Sonja’s bush was thick, wild and matted with dirt and sweat. “Damn, what a nasty skanky cxnt!” Jessi snarled mockingly. She grabbed a handful of hairs and tugged firmly, though not too hard – not yet. Sonja moaned beneath her. Her long, tanned legs, also coated in sand, twitched.
“What was it you threatened to do to me?” Jessi sneered, loud enough for the audience to hear. She tugged harder. Sonja shuddered but said nothing. Jessi leaned back a little, so she could hook her fingers through the strap of Sonja’s bikini top and jerk it hard, baring her enemy’s little breasts with their small dark nipples, hard like puckered pebbles. It took a couple harsh pulls before the knots came loose and she could toss it away. “C’mon, bitch, say it nice and loud so they can all hear!”
“Fuck…you…” panted Sonja.
“Hmmm, not a good attitude, in your position,” taunted Jessi. She grabbed Sonja’s right nipple, pinching it between finger and thumb, then pulled and twisted hard. Sonja howled in agony, her body bucking beneath Jessi’s hips. “Say it!”
Sonja gasped, “I…I was gonna…shave your bush…shave and wax…”
Jessi laughed. “Not gonna happen, skank!” she called out. “You’re gonna eat those words now.” She raised her voice and called out even louder, “and that’s not all you’re gonna eat!” The crowd joined in her mocking laughter.
She leaned forward again and grabbed a handful of thick curly hairs once more. “You know what’s coming, bitch!” Sonja tensed, her muscles quivering beneath her skin. Jessi held still for a moment, making her enemy wait, making her anticipate the pain to come, before she ripped her hand away, pulling a clump of hair with it.
Sonja screamed like a banshee into Jessi’s crotch, her body arching up, hips high in the air, before she slumped down again, squirming in the sand, her bare feet drumming the dirt in anguish. Her paroxysm slowly subsided and she lay there shaking.
Jessi extended her arm and opened her fingers, letting the long curled strands drift to the ground between Sonja’s trembling thighs. She almost felt a pang of guilt at treating her enemy this way – almost. As she reminded herself though, the bitch would have done the same to her, and worse. She pushed all thoughts of mercy from her mind.
Twisting her fingers again in Sonja’s snatch, she yanked even harder. Sonja’s shriek of torment was almost drowned out by the delighted roars of the crowd. Again Jessi let the thick hairs flutter to the sand, and turned her attention back to Sonja’s now ragged, ruined bush, her pussy lips beginning show, reddened and swollen from the relentless torture. “Damn, bitch…we could be here a while!”
Indeed it did take a while – more ruthless tearing at her victim’s matted bush, more agonized screeches, more thunderous roars from the onlookers. When Jessi finished with her victim’s mound and moved down to her nether lips, Sonja’s screams redoubled and she bucked so hard she almost threw Jessi off her. “Settle down and take your medicine, cxnt!” the blonde hissed, dropping her crotch onto Sonja’s face and grinding hard for a moment. The feeling sent a shudder of sadistic pleasure through her and she felt her pussy clench hard. “I’m a long way from done with you!”
Eventually, Sonja’s loins were denuded, nothing left from a few straggly hairs and a lot of bare, angry flesh. A veritable pile of tangled hairs lay in the dirt between Sonja’s still-twitching legs. She lay trembling under Jessi, alternately moaning and sobbing in pain and degradation. The crowd fell silent, expectant. They knew this was still not over, and almost as one they leaned forward in their seats, hanging over the wall, eager for the next installment in Sonja’s defilement.
Jessi was not going to disappoint them. She rose up a little on her knees, feeling a tingle of anticipation in her loins as she unfastened the straps over each hip that held it thong in place, and pulled it away, revealing her own bush, almost as thick as Sonja’s – or at least as Sonja’s had once been, she thought with a wicked laugh. “I done a lot of work on you tonight, skank,” she said mockingly, loud enough for her voice to carry. “Now it’s time for you to give me a little something in return.” She sank her crotch down once more, onto Sonja’s face. “Mmm…now you get to feel my bush in your face…and taste it!”
Sonja gasped into Jessi’s pussy, her breath hot on the blonde’s damp velvet folds. She tried to twist her head away, to avoid this new humiliation, to give herself a chance to breathe, but Jessi wasn’t having it. She leaned forward, making sure to keep her sex pressed firmly into her victim’s face, and reached her hand between Sonja’s legs, between her swollen, tortured pussy lips, finding the nub of her clit, grasping it firmly. “Do as you’re fucking told, cxnt!” She twisted hard.
Sonja’s scream echoed around the arena, even muffled as it was by Jessi’s smothering loins. She thrashed her legs and hips in a futile frenzy, but there was no escaping her enemy’s ruthless assault. Her scream petered out to a whimper and Jessi smiled in satisfaction as she felt the tip of Sonja’s tongue touch her at last. “Mmmmmm…good girl. Now lick me good…give me pleasure…make me cum on your skank face like you deserve.”
Jessi arched her back, thrust her chest out and moaned in pleasure as she rocked atop her beaten foe. Sonja’s tongue was tentative at first, reluctant as she lapped the length of Jessi’s sex, but then she licked again, then a third time, more boldly, parting Jessi’s wet lips, burrowing inward. Jessi gasped out loud as Sonja’s questing tongue found the blonde’s pleasure button, and her hips bucked in involuntary spasm. “Mmmmm bitch, you’re good at this.” She laughed tauntingly. “I bet you’re even starting to enjoy it…slut!”
Sonja made a sound from beneath Jessi’s hips, that could have been hatred or humiliation, and was most likely a mix of both. Jessi began to rock her body faster on Sonja’s face, grinding her clit on her vanquished enemy’s chin, forcing Sonja’s tongue into her pussy, deeper and deeper. She cried out as Sonja curled the tip against her g-spot, and clutched her breasts tight with both hands as she rode her beaten foe hard, the fires of her passion growing until at last she threw back her head and screamed her climax to the night sky as the audience exploded into deafening applause.
For a long time, Jessi’s head swam from the intensity of her orgasm, the depth of emotion at her victory. She had been dreaming of this moment for so long, the elation was almost overwhelming. When she finally regained her senses she found herself bent over Sonja’s body, panting, shaking. Slowly she straightened up, her breasts rising and falling mightily as her pounding heart slowly returned to normal. “Damn…bitch…”
She lifted a leg and swung her hips off Sonya, staring down into her beaten enemy’s flushed face. Sonja’s eyes were fogged, her cheeks reddened and rubbed almost raw by Jessi’s thick scratchy pubes. Her mouth was wide open and her chest rose and fell weakly as, exhausted, she struggled for breath. Her entire face and neck, even her purple hair, was sticky and glistening with Jessi’s juices. She stared up at Jessi with blank, unblinking eyes.
Jessi smiled down at her contemptuously. “You think you’re all that,” she sneered, “but tonight proved otherwise…and everyone knows it. Everybody saw.”
Sonja’s lip trembled. She said nothing, almost catatonic with pain and shock, but Jessi saw the look in her eyes. Gone was the cocky stare, replaced with shame and more than a little fear – but still a tiny vestige of defiance. That spark made Jessi’s lip curl in anger. “Still think you got something left, skank?” she snarled. “We’ll see, shall we?”
She grabbed Sonja’s head, thrusting her fingers into the other woman’s lust-soaked, dirty hair. Sonja groaned as Jessi jerked her up and twisted her over onto her knees. She gave no resistance beyond a soft cry as Jessi threw her forward, though she thrust out her arms to hold herself up on all fours. Jessi dragged her another pace forward, hand in her hair, and with a barked command, “Down!” thrust her face into the dirt – precisely in the middle of the pile of her own pubes.
Sonja gagged and coughed, then groaned as Jessi hauled her head up again. Her sticky cheeks and chin were coated liberally with sand but also with a generous sprinkling of her own plucked-out pussy hairs. She groaned even louder as the mocking laughter of the watching crowd burned the last of her resistance away. “Bearded with your own bush, bitch!” Jessi jerked her head up even further, put on display for the onlookers who erupted into even more raucous laughter.
With no longer enough strength or spirit to resist, Sonja was turned in a full, slow circle on her knees, displayed to the audience, shown off in her shame. Even as she wallowed in degradation however, she noticed the black leather pouch that lay on the sand a few feet away. What was in it? Was Jessi planning to finish the job of balding her bush by shaving her smooth as she had threatened? Did she have some other humiliation in store? Sonja let out a sob as she realized she had no control over what would happen now. She had lost and she would pay the price – whatever it might be.
She did not have to wait long to find out. Jessi completed the circle, released Sonja’s head and strode the few steps to the pouch on the sand in a triumphant swagger. Sonja did not move – just stayed there, trembling slightly on all fours, awash with pain, with shame, with awful anticipation.
Jessi picked up the pouch and unzipped it. The crowd fell quiet again in anticipation. “You licked me good, bitch,” Jessi called out mockingly, again playing to the crowd and not just to Sonja, “almost like you were enjoying it!” She laughed and so did many of the watchers. “Seems only fair that I give you a little pleasure in return…and see how much you enjoy that!”
The crowd suddenly roared again and Sonja whipped her head around in horror. Her eyes bugged wide as she saw what Jessi held in her hand – a thick black dildo, a good eight inches long, with an even thicker knobbed head. A black leather harness held the base, with slim straps dangling from it.
Sonja screamed out, “No!”
Jessi laughed contemptuously. “Oh yes, skank. You’re gonna get a hard fucking, and you’re going to like it!”
She stepped closer, circling around in front of Sonja so her beaten foe had a full view as she slowly buckled the strapon around her hips. She stepped closer, dragged Sonja’s head by the hair and with a twist of her body, slapped the heavy head of the dildo against Sonja’s cheeks. “Suck it, skank!”
Sonja moaned and shuddered. Jessi slapped her face with the fake cock again, harder. “Do it!”
With an agonized whimper, Sonja opened her mouth, pursed her lips around the head of the dildo, and sucked. Another shiver ran through her from head to toe as she thought of everyone watching her shame. To her surprise, horror and infinite shame, the tremor ran through her pussy too. Her eyes bugged wide again.
Jessi was watching her intently, and saw the look pass across her face. ‘Oh yeah, bitch! You really
are gonna enjoy this!” She thrust her hips forward, shoving the full length of the shaft into Sonja’s throat, and then pulled out again almost before Sonja had time to gag.
The blonde let go of Sonja’s head and she slumped forward onto all fours again, painfully – shamefully – aware that her ravaged pussy was exposed, vulnerable, defenseless. Jessi could do whatever she liked, with that strapon or anything else, and there was not a damn thing Sonja could do about it.
She sensed the blonde behind her, felt a hand on the small of her back, pressing down. She wanted to resist – she so wanted to – but she dropped onto her elbows, her ass in the air, her bald sex on display, on offer to her enemy.
Sonja trembled as Jessi made her wait. She whimpered when she felt the thick, hard head of the dildo against her tortured, swollen pussy lips. Then she groaned, long and loud, as Jessi rammed the dildo deep into her. The force of the thrust almost slammed Sonja forward on her face and she instinctively braced herself with her elbows, but that only pushed her backwards and impaled her deeper on the dildo. She screamed.
“That’s right, bitch!” Jessi taunted her. “Take it deep!” She laughed and cried out louder. “She’s soaking wet…the slut!” Sonja sobbed in shame. It was true. She had no earthly idea why but this bitch dominating her, degrading her, using her like a cheap whore for the entertainment of the crowd – all of it had her shaking not just with shame, but with dark desire.
She gasped with every thrust, mouth wide open, moaned plaintively every time Jessi pulled back – even tried to thrust her hips backward to keep the dildo deep inside her, but the blonde denied her with both hands on her quivering ass, controlling her completely, orchestrating her pleasure and her disgrace as she squirmed and clawed at the dirt in degraded lust. “Feel it, bitch! Make some noise!”
Sonja did. She moaned, she sobbed, she screamed as every thrust of the strapon sent her deeper into a dark place that terrified her but which nonetheless she had no power to resist. She wailed in plaintive, urgent need when Jessi all the way out of her, her pussy clenching and gaping, desperate to be filled once more.
“You want it, bitch! You want it! Say the words!” barked Jessi, holding her by the hips.
Sonja shrieked with lust. “I…fuck…I…need…it…”
Jessi laughed. The crowd howled their approval. Then Sonja screeched even louder as Jessie drove the dildo back into her – into the tight, puckered rosebud of her ass. Her anguished cry, “Oh…FUCK!!!” echoed off the concrete walls. Her back arched, her eyes and mouth gaped open as wide as her suddenly stretched out ass, and her clawed fingers dug deep into the dirt in a tortured frenzy of pleasureful pain.
Her enemy gave her no quarter, no mercy, driving deep, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming the strapon home again until her hips slapped at Sonya’s taut butt cheeks. The blonde rose up a little higher, angling her thrusts, pressing the knobbed head of the dildo along the inner walls of Sonja’s ass, rubbing her pussy walls hard from the inside.
Sonja arched her back and wailed once more as another tremor shook her. Fear welled up inside her as she realized what was happening – what the bitch was doing to her! Jessi was not content with defeating her, degrading her, not even with turning her on in the process. She was intent on destroying Sonya completely, breaking her by making her climax, ass-fucked on her knees in front of everyone!
And she was succeeding.
She tried to pull away but Jessie held her hips tight. She tried to twist her hips, to change the angle of the shaft in her ass, but her writhing only sent further shocks of depraved desire coursing through her. She wailed in despair as the heat built inexorably within her. “Ohhh…I... please...I can’t…I can’t…”
“Ohhh…you can…and you will!” Jessie mocked her. She gripped Sonja tighter, thrust harder, deeper, faster.
Sonja groaned as her body bucked involuntarily. “Oh…you…BITCH!!!” The words came out in short, breathless gasps between Jessi’s thrusts. “You….I…I can’t…I…can’t…!” She shuddered hard as she felt her pussy clench hard. A spurt of juices erupted from her and coated Jessi’s bare thighs. The sudden spasm clenched her ass tight too, squeezing the thick shaft, and that set off an irresistible reaction as her ass went into spasm, then her pussy again, and before she could stop herself – before she even knew what was happening – she climaxed long and loud, her body thrashing wildly, shaking, screaming, abandoning the last shreds of self-control as she lost herself in perverted pleasure.
When her climax finally subsided to the point where she could see anything but stars snd hear anything but her frantically beating heart, she found herself trembling face down in the dirt, her insides quivering, her limbs twitching in the aftermath of her orgasm.
“And that, ladies and gentleman, is how you punish a bitch!” cried Jessi, to the accompaniment of more deafening cheers from the crowd.
Sonja moaned, tried to lift herself once more onto her elbows, failed, and slumped back into the dirt. Something slipped over her head – something red. As it went around her neck, she realized it was Jessie’s discarded thong, the straps around her neck, the tiny triangle stretched over her nose and mouth, so she inhaled Jessie with every gasping breath.
“Up, bitch!” Jessie jerked on the thong, snapped Sonja’s head back. She struggled to obey – what choice did she have. She was completely under her enemy’s control. It took her two tries however, before at last she swayed on all fours, trying to keep her head lowered, her face down so she wouldn’t have to look at the crowd and see the contempt in their eyes.
Jessie tugged on the straps of the bikini top – Sonja’s makeshift leash – leading her victim slowly across the arena. Sonja gave a moan when at last she dared to look up and saw they were heading toward the gate that led to Jessie’s dressing room. She tried to pull back. “No! You can’t…”
“Can’t what? Claim you? Oh I damn well can!” Jessie jerked hard on Sonja’s neck and, with a whimper, she obeyed, shuffling forward again on her hands and knees.
“What’s that old saying?” asked Jessie. “Oh yeah…this isn’t the end. It’s not even the beginning of the end. It’s just the end of the beginning…and your nightmare is just beginning, bitch!”
She led Sonja through the gateway, into the tunnel, toward her fate.
THE END
