This is a new series, inspired by a picture Maddi 66 posted on my story " Beach Bitch Brawl" and its new in that I'm writing it in the third person. I thank Maddi for the picture, Elena the star of the story and the Scribbler for editing it for me.“Better luck next time.” Becca Buchan patted Elena Savoy's back. “We did ok.” The two women walked away from the impromptu beach volleyball court – no more than a net supported by two posts driven into the sand and some smaller posts marking the edge of the 'court' – and up towards their towels.
Becca had come to the beach with her boyfriend Andrew and had run into Elena who was there on her own. Becca had seen other women playing volleyball and suggested to her friend from gym and 'normal' volleyball that they team up and play a match. They had lost to two younger women, both in their early twenties.
Becca walked up the beach to where Andrew was sitting. Elena only had a few steps to her towel, almost next to one of the marker posts. She was about to sit down when a woman laying nearby propped herself up on her elbow. “You'll need more than luck girl, if you want to win. You need to learn how to play.”
Elena turned to look at the woman – a big brunette. “What's it to you?” she snapped. She was a little sore – she'd slipped and fallen a few times during the game. She was tired too – the two younger women had stretched Elena’s and Becca's strength and endurance. Elena wanted nothing more than a quick dip in the lake to cool off and to lie on her towel and snooze for a while. She certainly did not want some stranger's snide comments.
“Not a lot,” the brunette yawned, “But it's dull watching skanks try to play a game when they don't know the rules.”
Elena wondered why this woman was being so offensive. She looked down at the brunette. “I've been playing for years. I didn’t see you playing. Do you play at all?” She paused for a second. “No? Then I think I know the rules better than any mere spectator. Anyway, mind your own business!”
The brunette continued as if she hadn't heard Elena. “It’s even worse watching clumsy tramps bumbling around the court, butterfingered floozies dropping the ball, groggy tarts wobbling around and falling over.” The bigger woman yawned again. “There are better ways to pick up guys than staggering around hitting a ball back and forth…or in your case, missing the ball and falling on your ass!”
“Whatever.” Elena bent over again and picked up her towel. She wasn't going to let this mouthy interfering woman mess up her day. She'd find some other spot to sit down after her swim.
“Yeah, that's right…run away. You lost the game, you let your friend down...loser. You've lost your tongue...loser.” The brunette sneered. She looked over at the empty space next to where Elena's towel had been. “Your friend left you. She went back to her guy...loser. Who have you got? No one. Loser.”
Elena looked at the vacant towel next to the brunette. “Oh? You’ve only got empty beer bottles.” She grinned.
The brunette coloured. “My guy’s gone to get us some drinks.”
“Some drinks? Or some more drinks?” Elena sneered. “You don’t think you’ve had more than enough already?” Her eyes swept the area around the brunette’s towel, where there were more than a few empty cooler bottles and beer cans. “But maybe you like sticking your nose in other people’s business even when you’re sober.”
“Calling me drunk?” The brunette sprang to her feet with surprising speed. She glared at Elena.
Elena knew she was being sized up. She could almost hear the brunette say, ‘This blonde in a skimpy bikini has had a hard game. She’s tired. I can take her easily.'
Elena sized up the brunette in her own turn. ‘She's fat. Her belly bulges a bit over her bikini. But she fancies her belly – she has it bare, showing it off with that knotted t-shirt just above it. She’s about my height but a lot heavier. I’m sure she's slow and unfit. If she wants a fight, I’ll give her one.’ Elena pointedly looked more closely, meeting the bigger woman’s stare. “Yes, lazy and drunk…too lazy and drunk to play volleyball.” Elena stepped a little closer, her hands on her hips. “So…bitch?”
The brunette stepped quickly forward and swung her fist. Elena groaned as it drove deep into her exposed belly. She hadn’t expected the brunette to move so quickly. She staggered backwards, doubled over, clutching her hurt belly. She realized she'd made a bad mistake, underestimating her foe, writing her off as all talk. The brunette might be drunk and lazy but Elena now knew she was also vicious.
The bigger woman smirked. “Stupid slut,” she cackled as she stepped further forward, until she stood over Elena, slapping her as she stood bent double. Elena knew the brunette was trying to knock her down quickly. She couldn’t let that happen. Despite her efforts though, the force of the hard, solid slaps the brunette rained down on her were driving Elena to her knees. She was losing her balance. She had to do something now! She lunged desperately, her whole body pushing forward, hoping to head butt what she was sure was the brunette's soft belly – or at least to threaten to do so, to make the bitch back off, to stop her from taking control of the fight.
Instead the still smirking, cackling, vicious brunette back pedaled, continuing to slap Elena’s face and head hard. She sidestepped and as Elena's rush carried her forward, stretching her out, unbalancing her, her opponent slapped hard on the blonde's side and shoulders, driving her to the sand. Elena groaned, rolling over as she fell so she dropped on her butt, pushing back with her legs and arms to get away from her domineering foe.
Again though, the brunette was too fast for her. She moved to Elena's side, trying to grab her shoulders, to shove her body down into the sand. Elena pivoted to face her foe and, as the other woman’s body loomed over her, the blonde sent her right fist aimed for the middle of her enemy’s exposed belly. Her foe was turning herself to get around to Elena's side once more, her arms still stretching out to seize Elena's shoulders. Just as Elena hoped, the brunette’s belly was totally open to Elena's fist. Elena felt the satisfying rush of air from the brunette's lungs on her cheek as her fist sank deep and hard into her foe's belly. The brunette backed off, spitting and coughing and spluttering. Elena half stood as the brunette staggered back, trying to recover her breath.
Now it was Elena’s turn to smirk, as she saw her foe distressed – and not just by the pain. No, the brunette was winded. Elena wasn't about to give the bitch the time she needed to recover. She launched her body into the brunette, her own hands on her enemy’s shoulders, trying to catch the bigger woman unready, trying to drive her to the sand.
Elena partly succeeded. Her foe was clearly not prepared for Elena's surge, she staggered a few paces back before she braced herself by thrusting a foot behind her. Breathing hard, the brunette pushed forward again, and Elena found herself being driven back. She too was panting. The beach volley had tired her, but she sensed the brunette was in big trouble. Elena wasn't going to lose the chance to damage her foe more. She clapped her hands on the brunette's shoulders and pushed back again.
The brunette gasped in surprise. Her eyes opened wide as Elena met her thrust, driving the bigger woman back. Again however, the brunette braced and steadied herself. She swung her hands up, pushing back on Elena's hands. Elena smiled inwardly – she had diverted her foe's attention.
She swung her knee up, wanting to send it crashing it into the pit of her enemy's belly. Instead she found the brunette had turned just enough to avoid he full force of her blow which hit on her side. Still, the brunette groaned at the blow. She slapped at Elena's face, trying to drive the blonde back. The slaps hit home, hard and fast, while Elena was still groping for her foe's shoulders.
Elena stepped back hissing, “Bitch!…Bitch!” and offering the brunette a break. Watching her foe's big belly and boobs – just as big – heave, she was sure her foe needed it more than she did. The brunette clearly hadn't recovered from the gutting Elena had given her. Elena grinned – she'd gut the bitch again as soon as she could. But instead the brunette lumbered forward, swinging her fists to try to score a heavy knockdown blow.
‘Yes,’ thought Elena, ‘the slut’s out of condition. She needs to win quickly. I won't let her.’ She kept her own fists up, parrying her enemy's heavy, sweeping blows. She ducked under some and dodged others. She knew that just one of the brunette's punches would badly damage her – a few would be deadly. For perhaps thirty seconds, she just avoided the obviously increasingly frustrated brunette, whose swings got wilder. The larger woman was puffing with exertion, face shining with sweat.
Then Elena thrust her right foot forward into the brunette's gut. The brunette's eyes were locked on Elena’s, her hands up trying to punch Elena's face. Elena knew her kick was a total surprise to her foe when the brunette's face whitened and her eyes bugged. She felt the kick go in hard, the whole foot, from toe to heel, ploughed into that soft, full, spongy belly. She knew too from the hiss of air and spray of spit erupting from the brunette's wide-open mouth that her kick had come close to totally winding her enemy. The brunette staggered back, almost tripping on the uneven sand. She groaned loudly.
"What's the problem, bitch?" Elena taunted between her own pants – the fight on top of the volleyball match was taking its toll. But not, she knew, the same level of toll she’d inflicted on the brunette. She stepped on her right leg and, once more anchored, bent a bit, throwing a left wide hook, wanting to slam her fist hard on the brunette's liver area.
The brunette's stepped back quickly. She tried to hit back, trying to stop Elena's aggression. Seeing her punch had failed, Elena jumped back, avoiding the counter attack. She took two more steps back, regrouping, taunting the brunette to attack again, playing on her foe's aggression.
Sure enough, the brunette lumbered forward yet again, trying once more to hammer heavy slugging punches at Elena's face and upper body. Elena defended successfully for a few seconds, but then a pile driver of an uppercut slammed into her chin, snapping her head back. Elena saw stars. Her mind was scrambled. For the first time since stemming the brunette's original attack, Elena found herself in trouble. She brought up her arms up to protect herself, but more than a few blows hit as the brunette mixed up her blows, confusing Elena’s dazed mind.
And the punches hit hard. One snapped her face to the side, another made her head ring. Elena groaned, and fell back to recover. She kicked out, forcing the brunette to step back a pace, but that bought her only a few seconds. The brunette, puffing and wheezing, attacked again with the same slugging blows that had punished Elena before. Or were they? They were just a little slower, a little less aimed, a little easier to defend.
Elena defended as well as she could. She was recovering now, seeing clearer, thinking straighter, planning her defence, taking the impact on her forearms, deflecting some blows, stepping to her side, bobbing, ducking and weaving. This time Elena was sure the brunette was tiring. Perhaps that charge had been her last throw of the dice.
It was time to strike back, and Elena used the brunette’s own tactics. The two women stood almost toe to toe, pounding at each other. At the start of the fight, Elena would have avoided such a slugfest – the brunette would have clobbered her into the sand. But now Elena could match the bigger woman in force and more than match her in speed and aiming. She knew she was winning when she began to score more blows, and the brunette retreated.
She had to take some punishment – her face and upper body was hit often and hit hard – but the brunette's gasps and groans told Elena that she was punishing her foe. The brunette's heaving belly and breasts, her gasps and pants told Elena she was nearing the end of her tether. Indeed, she noticed how slow the brunette's punches were becoming, how her enemy steeled herself, gritting her teeth, every time she pressed her attack.
It was just as well too, since the volleyball match had drained Elena's energy. She too needed to finish the fight. She noticed the brunette closing on her, how the brunette thrust her leg out. Elena calculated her opponent's move – she was trying to snake her leg behind Elena, then to trip her. Instead Elena stepped forward, closing the gap further and sent her left fist deep down, into her foe’s soft belly. It sank deep, deeper than Elena had dared to hope, hammering in, driving air from the fat slut's lungs.
The brunette doubled up, clutching her belly for a moment. She stood again, but slowly, painfully, her arms wavering. Elena grinned at the suffering that her belly blow had caused, and then sent a fist at the brunette's face. Just as she wanted, the tired woman raised her arms, again slowly, to fend off the blow. Elena smirked again, “Wrong move, bitch!” as she sent her right fist ploughing into the brunette's belly again. The powerful uppercut drove the brunette staggering, stumbling backwards over the soft sand, cursing under her breath, doubled over again.
Elena tried to finish the fight then and there. She groped for the brunette's hair and jerked her knee up, hoping to slam it into her foe's face. The other woman evaded Elena's hand though and sent a couple of punches of her own at Elena before she had got her balance back. Thankfully, they were weak in comparison to those of a few moments ago.
‘This bitch is really hard to put down,’ Elena thought as she stepped to the right circling her foe. The brunette followed her, gagging for breath. She still tried to fire some punches, but Elena blocked them and then ducked, so that the brunette's fist went over her head, leaving the nearly exhausted woman stretched out again. Elena's right fist struck her opponent just below her navel piercing. The brunette staggered. She wavered as her knees buckled, before she again stood slowly.
Elena's left fist was already flying toward the big woman's big belly. It struck just above her navel. The brunette's arms flailed as she staggered back, trying to stay on her feet, her face white, her mouth open soundlessly. As her foe retreated, Elena followed her, ready with her right arm, sending another punch, an uppercut at that inviting stomach. It dropped the brunette to her knees, clutching her belly.
“You're done, bitch!” Smiling, Elena shoved her foot on the slut's face, sending her to the sand.
The brunette rolled feebly onto her back. Elena planted her right foot on the defeated woman's heaving stomach. She increased the pressure, pushing down, putting almost her whole weight on it. “Hope you learned your lesson, you fat weak slut."
The brunette coughed, spluttered before turning her head to the side and vomiting heavily. Jumping back, Elena almost giggled. ”Oh damn, what a mess you just made." The brunette tried to push herself up on her hands and knees. She failed, collapsing and vomiting again.
“Now it’s time for that swim and then a rest.” Elena picked up her towel and walked away.
