Denise and Marcella had been eyeing each other in the tiny waiting room for quite a while. The eye contact was deliberate, as was the electric venom coursing between them. They both knew that this modeling gig would put them in the books of every modeling manager in the Czech Republic maybe even Europe. After a grueling three weeks of callbacks and weeding out amongst 30 other models it was just down to the two of them. This could make one of them very, very rich. At 24 years old neither of the blonde’s would have to worry about degrading themselves in the erotic modeling circuit ever again. From this they could graduate to the more esteemed ‘top-model’ status they would do anything to achieve.
Truth be told, neither of them could be top models anyway, as neither of them were skinny or gangly enough. Their faces were pretty though; Denise’s blue eyes were large on a square face. The blonde’s mouth was wide and full, her face catlike with high cheekbones, her nose was small and be-freckled as compared to Marcella’s whose nose was larger but whose complexion was clear. Marcella’s lips were quite a bit thicker as well, with a very slight over-bite. Her face heart shaped, her eyes brown and slightly down-turned at the sides.
These were the things the two girls were considering as they sat opposite on another. Although eye contact was never broken they found themselves shifting in their seats across from each other. The room was hot and small and their seats were uncomfortably close together. So close, in fact, that their knees were almost interlocked. Marcella’s left knee between Denisa’s legs and vice versa. Occasionally the bunched skin framing both their knees would very lightly touch the others. The fine hairs very gently mingling and then self-consciously pulled away.
In skirts the difference in skin tone was obvious. Denisa was darker than Marcella but the tops of their exposed thighs were very similar in shape although one could argue that Denisa’s were very slightly thicker. They were not skinny girls. Though slender, they both had shapely legs tapering at the knee to swell again at the calf. Denisa’s ankles were a might thicker and her calf muscles not quite as broad but it was obvious that both girls exercised heavily with those long limbs.
The similarity did not stop there: After the long wait, upon hearing their names called they both shot to their feet. Still maintaining eye contact, still assessing each other, evaluating. Now standing they were still eye to eye. Almost exactly the same height. In the confines of the small room they found themselves very close together. Each able to feel the breath of the other on their face. Each aware of their breasts swelling and falling as they breathed. Denisa’s breasts had implants, they were roughly the size of grapefruits their nipples straining proudly forward against her white tank top. Marcella’s were natural and slightly bigger her nipples erect against her sleeveless shirt mere millimeters below the other girls. The comparison is easy to make because of their orbs close proximity. Every time Marcella breathed her nipples would rise and brush the underside of Denisa’s. Both girls were acutely aware of the contact and their breathing quickened. The be-freckled blonde suddenly felt frustration at the feather like brushes of the other girls’ breasts and she moved forward in the slightest way. Marcella inhaled sharply and in so doing secured the contact between the two womens' orbs. Their erect nipples were now sharply imbedded into each other. They were now both shivering against each other, not moving, conscious of the contact.
‘After you.’ Mewed Denisa in Czech.
Marcella waited a moment before turning. Her breasts rubbed along the length of the other womans' as she turned and walked towards the open door. Denisa was a step behind her looking at her competitions high tight ass. She noticed how Marcella’s shoulders sloped more than her own broader ones. She was aware of her soft arms, not skinny but exercised without a lot of definition. Like her own they had very fine blonde downy hairs. And like her own they were the arms of a sportswoman, somebody who played tennis as indeed she did.
‘Hiya girls. Wow you look great.’ It was the casting agent, who greeted them at the top of a set of steps that lead down into darkness, ‘Are you ready to find out who we’ve chosen?’
Neither girl responded.
The casting agent shrugged and turned to walk down the stairs. ‘Follow me.’
The two shapely beauties followed the fat casting agent down the darkened stairs. Ancient stone lined the walls of the stairwell. There was a musty smell and a distant murmuring. The temperature was rising distinctly which was strange considering they were obviously heading well below ground. Eventually they saw a dim light in the distance and the little group came to a wooden door. The agent produced a skeleton key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock. With a loud creak the door was opened and the agent stepped back to allow the girls through. The murmuring was now louder.
With a gasp Marcella stopped. She felt Denisa bump against her back.
The girls found themselves standing in an inch of water. They were in the small, shallow pool of an old bathhouse emptied of it contents. The ceilings were tall and arched and the murmuring echoed throughout the vast space. The room was brightly lit by bare bulbs hanging from the high ceiling. The most shocking thing about the room was the fact that people dressed in formal attire surrounded them. There were some women but mostly men in business suits seated around the circumference of the pool. They were quietly chatting amongst themselves and the two models could see money exchanging hands.
Marcella was turning a slow circle, her full lips open in astonishment, ‘What is this?’ she wondered. Denisa seemed to shock to speak. She too was turning a slow circle looking at the expectant crowd.
The fat agent stepped though the door and closed behind him locking it with an audible click. He walked up to the girls and took each of their hands. He was smiling wickedly.
‘You two Czech angels are going to take off your clothing and fight, you’re going to beat each other senseless until one of you gives up or can’t fight anymore.’
‘No.’ Said Denisa
‘Yes you are, and the winner will walk away very rich and popular.’
So this was the gambit. The two budding models were meant to rip each other apart in front of a betting audience. This is why they were chosen. It was no coincidence that they both had similar builds. The equality of the girls’ strength would make this a long grueling session. They had found themselves in some kind of underground real-fight venue. The water on the floor would make the blood easier to wash away.
The crowd had become quiet.
‘That’s the spirit’ said the agent as he saw Marcella sliding out of her skirt exposing a lovely round ass. ‘Good show girls.’ He continued as he turned and watched Denisa reach behind her back and pull her tank top over her head. Her pert round breasts fell free of her top, bouncing as they fell. Strong, curved thighs became exposed as she shimmied out of her skirt. IN moments they were standing facing each other in naked glory. Two pictures of blonde perfection, lovely and strong. Their sleek bodies were glaring white under the harsh light of the bulbs. They were both sweating now in the heat and anticipation. Rivulets of sweat ran down Denisa neck and coursed between her soft round breasts. She, like Marcella, was panting and now looking at each other’s bodies openly. They again were assessing each other, but now for strength and endurance. The tops of Denisa’s shoulders and breasts were freckled, her nipples were small, pink buds. Her thick straight blonde hair ran down to the middle of her back. Marcella believed she would enjoy sinking her teeth into those fake orbs. Her own breasts were pained by the stiff, swelling of her small nipples. She was aware of warmth at the pit of her stomach. She was surprised to realize it was the same feeling she had right before having sex.
The agent again took both their hands and brought them closer together facing each other. The two Czech beauties were again eye to eye. Marcela with her free hand brushed the wisps of thick blonde hair away from her eyes. The agent was encouraging them to move closer still. Both girls looked down as there naked nipples made contact. Each was unsure if the shivering and resulting vibration was the other girl. They both knew, however, that they were painfully stiff, jutting into each other fiercely; each cooling breath forced their breasts into each other. Denisa looked between her own orbs and noticed that Marcella had a bellybutton ring. It was a heart. Her own was a star. The two freely sweating girls looked intensely into each other’s eyes again.
‘Now before we begin’ said the fat agent ‘I want you both to kiss.’
‘I’m not fucking kissing her’ snarled Marcella, still looking into the other girls deep blue eyes. But even as she said it she was aware of Denisa licking her lips. She could see the tip of the other girls’ tongue moving about her slightly parted lips. Marcella felt her own tongue emerge. Her thick red lips parted and her tongue seemed to draw her head towards her adversary. Denisa was leaning in as well and now their sweaty breasts were mashed together. Denisa hand snaked around Macella’s curved back. Her other hand, new freed of the disgusting agent lightly grasped the back of the other blondes head. The tips of their tongues touched hesitantly at first and suddenly both girls mouths were locked together. Their lips jamming against there teeth, their tongues fiercely probing each other. As they exchanged panting breath and dripping saliva Denisa was rubbing her thigh up and down along Marcella’s. Juices from both their mouths were escaping through the sides of their lips. Marcella’s lips fairly engulfed Denisa’s who was trying suck the air out of the other Czech. Marcella stepped into the embrace and wrapped her leg around the other girls. Securing it and feeling their tense calf muscled entwined and clamped together. Their legs were rubbing against each other now, perfect and shapely yet strong and long. Denisa started thrusting her shaven crotch against the other blondes. Marcella was writhing now in their embrace feeling her pussy swell to bursting…
Suddenly the girls were roughly pulled apart. ‘Now fight!’ screamed the agent.
Marcella was caught off guard as she was marveling over the feeling in her loins. Denisa was much quicker to recover. Her hand lashed out and grasped the other blondes hair, her biceps bunched moderately as she jerked the other girl towards her and with her free hand began laying wild round slaps to the side of Marcella’s head. Denisa’s legs were splayed and secure as she delivered smack after smack to the other Czechs beautiful face, neck and shoulders. The crowd began hooting and hollering. Marcella, reacting slowly brought her slender arms up to her face in an effort to protect it. Her round hips swayed and her long sleek legs tensed as she reeled from the blows but she couldn’t escape the other girls grip. Denisa’s shoulder blade was dancing in her back as she rained yet another blow against the side of Marcella's head. Marcella now catching onto the Blonde’s hair and entwining her hand in it. She began returning blows with her own free hand.
The girls were locked in mortal combat. Each had secured a grip on the other girls’ hair and each was now swinging wildly into the others head. Both spines curved; their trim waists twisting accentuating the play of muscles along their sweaty backs. First Denisa with a large close fisted whack and then Marcella with her own. Her shoulder muscle contracting and extending as she brought her fist around again into her adversaries’ face.
‘SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.’ The sound rang out in the hall over the yells pleasure from the audience members. The girls were doing strange frenetic dance around the pool wailing on each other. They were stumbling in a slow circle, their shapely legs flexing as they fought against the repeated blows. Each hit caused her opposition to buckle a little more than the last but neither girl was relenting. It was becoming clear, however, that due to Denisa’s head start she was gaining an advantage in the mutual hitting session. Each hit produced a squeal from the other girl and a grunt from her own tightly clenched lips. Marcella started to realize that her long, slender body was starting to arch towards the floor in the direction that Denisa was pulling her head. The fine hairs on her forearm bristled as she exerted all her effort in pulling the other blondes body backward away from her by her hair. Aside from the repeated stinging slaps, now mostly deflected by her forearm gripping Denisa’s hair, she could feel her cheek presses against the other girls straining freckled shoulder. She could feel her blonde rivals tensed, sweaty abdomen pressed against her own; the muscles clenched and almost gripping her own stretched stomach. Again their breasts were rubbing against each other hers forcing Denisa’s higher, her nipples poking the underside of Denisa orbs. But mostly she was aware of the other girls hip in crotch, forcing the lips apart and rubbing against her.
Marcella felt herself losing her balance so she secured her right leg around Denisa’s; the back of her stiffened calf large in their strain against the other models. The muscles around her knee bulged as she hooked her foot around the other girl left ankle. Their shinbones were pressed together; jammed with the painful grip. Denisa’s mouth was wide open as her head was pulled backwards more and more. Her breath was coming out in long gasps. She stopped her ineffectual slaps and now used her hand to secure her own grip on the other models hair. Their contact and fierce hair pulling swelled both the girls’ upper arms. They were slowly rocking back and forth against each other their crotches pressed together, the lips of their naked pussies lightly kissing the others. First Marcella would be arched over Denisa; her breasts dominating her adversary and then the tide would change and Denisa would gain the upper hand. Their sweaty bodies slid along each other’s length as they fought for dominance. The two strong models were heaving long gasps through open mouths locked at a stand still.
Failing forcing the other backward to the floor their deadly dance changed it’s miter; they were now swiveling at their rounded white hips. Their breasts were interconnected, their cheeks were firmly pressed together. The bodies of the two blonde 24 year olds were pressed together head to toe. Their feet were again firmly planted the tops of their thighs interlocked. They both shone with sheen of sweat against the white surgical lighting. If not for the grunts and sharp breaths of the two struggling blonde’s they could have been slow dancing; a sweaty, writhing mass of smooth, pale skin and fighting beauty.
Then Marcella broke the stalemate. She dropped her right hand from the other girls hair and in a quick movement hooked her index finger into the others girls anus. Denisa screamed as she wrenched her finger upwards forcing the gorgeous blonde up on her toes. She began working her nail around the Blonde’s interior; raking. Denisa was in agony, her leg muscled tensed and her back arched forward in order to relieve herself of the incredible pain. She was vaguely aware of Marcella’s tongue flicking in and out of her open mouth. She released her hold on Marcella’s thick blonde hair and grabbed the twisting wrist behind her back. This is when Marcella untangled her hand from her opponents’ head and blasted her full in the face with a punch.
The crowd roared as Denisa fell to her back, her feet slipping on the wet floor. She was supine her beautiful body splayed as she stared dazedly at the ceiling. Marcella was on her in a second landing with a knee on the other girls’ abdomen. With a loud whoosh of expelled air Denisa instinctively curled into the fetal position. Marcella kneeled before the blonde and brought her fists together above her head. Her breasts were drawn taught against her body and her ribs stood out for an instant before she brought both her fists crashing down onto curled blonde’s kidney. Denisa back arched as she snapped out of the fetal position her mouth opened in a silent scream. The water around her splashed and strands of wet blonde hair fell across her face. Her large blue eyes were wide open, unseeing in her pain. She was on her side now, the beautiful curvature of her body a soft line against the tiles below her. Marcella was again raising both clasped fists above her head. Her face showed determination, her thick lips pressed together and her spine curved backwards accentuating her flat stretched stomach and the backs of her thighs. Again she slammed her fists down her shapely ass dropping to her heels. Her moaning opponent felt the impact on her chest this time. Denisa screamed both hands going to her lower ribs. Her head was shaking back in forth and now she was on her opposite side facing the other blonde who hands were again raised high above her head for a second blow. Denisa could see something gold through her tears of pain. She reached for it.
Marcella’s screech could be heard over the noise of the howling men. She felt a blistering stab of pain on here belly. Denisa had torn out her heart-shaped belly-button ring. Both her hands clasped her stomach where blood began to flow freely down her spastic belly as she fell to her side. Now it was Marcella who was curled into a ball her knees pulled in to her stomach. Her upper arms were thick where they pressed against her breast.
For a moment both girls were lying on their sides facing each other both their beautiful faces contorted in agony. The crowd around them was screaming for the fight to continue. Those betting on Marcella were on their feet their hands flailing in encouragement. Denisa had a thin rivulet of dark red blood running from her mouth where she had been punched. Marcella's exposed thigh was white and well defined bunched against her pulsing calf muscle. Her ribs rose in and out in rapid breaths her arms curled into her stomach. Denisa was slowly straightening her long glamorous legs. She was slowly rolling to her stomach and bracing her hands on the wet floor on either side of her head. Her back muscles tensed and her spine stood defined as she slowly pushed herself shakily to her knees. One slender arm reached to her face to brush away her blonde hair now darkened by the water. In slow, languid, hesitant movements the model crawled over to her adversary oblivious to the heightened cries of the audience. Marcella was unaware of her approach, her brown upturned eyes shut in her pain. She slowly became aware of pressure on her shoulder and being pushed to her back. She felt the breasts of Denisa sliding along her own their nipples momentarily making contact and then fixed against each other. Now she felt the hot pressure of the other girls’ body atop her. There was heavy breathing in her ear and she could feel the other girl tonguing her lobe.
From the audiences perspective Denisa had lain herself along the length of Marcellas' body. Their two forms a perfect match in weight and height. They could see Denisa take Marcella’s hands away from her belly and pin them above her head. She then forced the other blonde to her back. Marcella was simply too weak at the moment to offer much resistance. She could feel the gentle humping motion the other blonde was playing against her pussy with her own. For a moment every part of the two girls bodies were in contact; From their entwined fingers, the insides of their soft, slender biceps, their breasts to their sticky bellies and the tops of their strong thighs. Denisa was gently kissing Marcella's closed mouth, moving along her face to her cheek and now she was gently manipulating the other girls ear with her tongue. She was working the other girl’s earlobe into her mouth. She bit down.
The reaction was immediate Marcella’s gorgeous frame began wrenching itself around spasmodically trying to roll the other girl off. She was screaming loudly and arching her back but now Denisa had wrapped her thighs around the girl below her and hooked her ankle with her feet. Her tightened rounded ass rose up and down as Marcella bucked below her howling and trying to pull her head away; trying to free her arms from the other girls grip. Denisa rode the writhing frame as it jerked left and right twisting Marcella's fingers into her own. IT was thing of strange beauty to see these two shapely gorgeous girls almost melted together twisting and convulsing on the wet floor. Their darkened blonde hair was now completely wet and intertwined. Their pale skin of similar shades was melded together in their struggle but the wetness was making it difficult for Denisa to effectively subdue her adversary. Marcella was starting to free her hands from the model on top of her.
In time she did. Her left hand shot free and scrambled desperately around on Denisa’s backside once again hooking her finger into the other girls’ anus. She pulled with all her strength the muscles on her forearms rippling and glistening. Denisa, feeling the sharp hot pain in her ass, reached behind her back with her free hand and gripped the others girls wrist to try to pull her finger out. For several moments the slender, defined forearms of both girls were pressed together rubbing; the fine hairs on there arms blonde in the bright lights.
Denisa was realizing that she was in a bad situation. If she had simply sat on top of Marcella pinning her arms to her side and pummeled her face with both fists she could easily have beaten the girl. She had wanted to humiliate and disfigure her opponent. Instead she was having to cope with the white-hot pain her anus. The more she pulled at Marcella's wrist the more pain was inflicted upon her. She could feel the sticky wetness of blood forming around the other girls’ finger. No amount of torture she could inflict on the blonde’s small ear could match the intense agony she was feeling. The pain in her buttocks was searing and she had to escape it. This in addition to the wild bucking of the girl beneath her proved too much for her endurance and strength. With dismay she realized that Marcella has freed other hand from Denisa grip and grabbed the wet blonde hair of her head. With all her strength she wrenched back the head of the blonde atop her. Her bleeding stinging ear was now free and she used the momentum to roll on top of Denisa still gripping her hair with one hand and digging into the other girl’s ass with the other. Denisa’s fine slender arm was now pinned beneath her and her heels were digging ineffectively on the wet floor trying to push herself away from the torture of her anus. Her other hand was clawing desperately on Marcella softly curving, pale back leaving long red welts on the other girl. Marcella, seeing her own blood around Denisa mouth caught the other girls lower lip in her teeth and began chewing on it; tasting the saltiness.
Denisa's eyes were wide open in shock and pain, her beautiful high-cheekboned face was contorted in a psychotic demeanor. The two girls noses were pressed together and she could taste the blood in her mouth. In the dementia of pain she was vaguely aware that her body would shut down in rebellion to the torture. Being on her back partially relieved the agony in her anus as it forced her buttocks muscles tight together forcing Marcella’s finger out slightly. She countered the only way she could think of; she clawed once along the ass of the girl atop her to get her bearings and with the second razing she dug her own index finger into the Marcella’s anus and began pulling her forearm large pressed against the other models back. Marcella gasped and in so doing released the other blonde’s wide full lips.
The contest of ultimate pain was on. Both girls’ mouths were wide open but their eyes were shut. Their hot bodies were rocking against each other slowly. They were both emitting keening, moaning noises as they pulled and pulled at each other anuses. The audience was delirious at the scene of the two young blonde’s stretched prone against each other on the wet floor. Their long strong legs wrapped tightly together, their glistening shoulders tensed. The curvature of Marcella’s ass was riding up and down as she tried to relieve herself of the pain. She could have been fucking the girl beneath her. The water around the girls had turned pink framing their wet forms, their slender waists. The two struggling girls only dimly heard hoots and Hollers from the audience. The men in the audience were on their feet yelling encouragement to their respective combatant. Denisa had freed her arm from behind her back and was now wildly punching the side of Marcella’s head but because of the close quarters her hits were mostly ineffectual. Besides, her finger that was digging searchingly around the inside of Marcella’s anus was initiating the real pain. There firm, hand-full breasts were flattened together; nipples gouging into each other. Their glistening forms were slowly working their was across the bath. Their thighs and biceps bulged from the strain. Denisa now had one small hand over the mouth of the other; pushing Marcella’s head upwards, away from her face. Marcella naked back arched as her head was forced upwards. Denisa’s arm was shaking madly from the stress, her triceps slight bulges beneath her freckled shoulder. As Marcella’s upper body strained upwards ever so slowly to the backdrop din of moans of pain first her left and then her right breast became exposed.
Denisa wasted no time. Her head shot up and she caught the other girl’s soft round breasts between her teeth. She began shaking her head back and forth like a dog with a ball, her wet blonde hair slapping the floor. With a loud piercing scream the other blonde shot sideways off of her opponent. For the first time in the match both beautiful girls made no immediate moves towards each other, they were both in too much pain. Denisa was on her side holding her bleeding ass, her ribs rising and falling in huge gasps. Her lovely legs were slightly bent at the knee accentuating their form; the soft curve of her calf. Marcella was on her back, her gorgeous body splayed and displayed to the crowd above her, her brown eyes looking at the ceiling, her mouth open to take in air. She was holding one of the breasts in her hand, cradling it’s lovely round form.
The audience members were all on their feet now chanting ‘Fight! Fight! Fight!’
But the girls were still in too much agony to react. They were oblivious to the crowd but distinctly aware of each other. Each had a pinkish sillouhette of bloodied water around them. Marcella had a cut above her right eye and her mouth and stomach were smeared with red blood. Denisa’s wide mouth too was smeared with blood, as if she had applied lipstick with a very shaky hand. Blood could be seen in a thin stream running out of her anus across her rounded soft ass cheek into the water. The two gorgeous blondes of similar build were lying within arms reach of each other. There wet young bodies tensed in their respective attitudes of pain. Marcella’s beautiful face turned where she lay to look at Denisa. Her, almond, brown eyes focused on the other models belly. Slowly her left hand reached out towards the other girl. Her slender, white arm, shaking and wet straightened, it’s form defined against the water beneath it. She gripped Denisa’s belly-button ring and began pulling. Denisa feeling the tugging sensation on her belly gripped Marcella’s wrist, digging her nails into it. The arm she was lying on was stretched behind her back holding her humiliating anal injury.
‘No’ She said nodding her head back and forth.
Once again their eyes were fixed on each other, boring into each other as they lay on the wet tiles. Marcella was pulling harder and harder still gripping the other girls ring. Denisa pulled her arm out from beneath her and very deliberately dug her finger into the inside of her adversaries inner elbow and dragged her nails along it’s length leaving four long, red welts. The blonde released her hold on her breast and secured her hand small delicate hand over Denisa’s to strengthen her pulling. Denisa’s hand, bloody with her own anal-blood gripped Macella’s forearm. The tug of war began.
Marcella, now on her side facing the other Czech Model, was pulling at her belly-button ring with all her strength. Denisa in turn, was trying to pull the other girls hands into her to relieve the pressure. Slowly but surely the two girls were pulling themselves closer together on the strength of their arms. The tender biceps of both girls were large, the forearms rippled, as they pulled each other exonerably closer together. The audience was frantic, screaming and pushing at each other for a better view of the two death-fighting models. Marcella’s muscles strained and pulled in her wet back. Denisa was hanging on desperately to the other girl’s arms to keep them from tearing her ring out. Eye contact was not broken, but the look in both girls’ faces was getting more and more wild, insane. Their darkened wet hair was spread out behind their heads and the grimacing profile of the two girls could be seen and then Marcella’s face could not be seen as it was covered by Denisa’s beautiful face.
The girls were now almost on top of each other, Denisa’s head resting on Marcella’s which in turn was against the cold tiles. There cheeks were together their groans of strain heard distinctly in each others ear. Both their arms were now fixed at a 90-degree angle as the tug of war continued and soon their gorgeous strong legs were interlocked. Denisa’s was still shaking her head back and forth saying, ‘No, no, no…’ Their breasts, forced outwards by the pressure of their arms, were touching, their nipples distended and long, kissing lightly. Denisa’s head turned slightly to try to catch the other girls’ bloody ear in her mouth, but Marcella was aware of this tactic and moved her head about underneath Denisa’s to avoid her gnashing teeth. The freckled blonde now brought her knee up sharply against the other girls’ crotch. Marcella gasped in pain and brought her own knee up still yanking at Denisa’s ring. Again the cat-faced blonde brought her knee up into the beautiful blonde’s groin. Again Marcella responded with her own knee, grunting as she did it.
The two young girls were now exchanging knees to the groin. The slap of skin could be heard throughout the room, now silent in anticipation. Another knee was brought up: WACK. The audience winced at the extreme torture the two angelic models were inflicting on each other. WACK. This time Denisa’s beautiful curved leg shot up into Marcella’s crotch. WACK. The full lipped blonde returned, her own pale leg shooting upwards. WACK. Denisa, fighting to hold the other girls hand to her belly. Now she felt sharp agony on her neck, Marcella’s teeth were biting the other models' lightly spotted shoulder near her throat. WACK. Denisa’s teeth found the soft flesh of the other young models where her long slender neck met her shoulder. Forced to use their noses to breath now the rising and falling of their shoulders was evident. WACK. Marcella fairly whinnied but her mouth was full of Denisa’s flesh; biting as hard as she could now. WACK. Denisa whimpered, between sharply inhaled breaths, her whimper turning into a staggered sob through her nose. WACK. Marcella’s body jerked upwards again but her teeth were still locked on the other girl’s throat. WACK. Now Denisa body shot forward.
Both girls were sobbing and whimpering now, the strength in their strong shapely legs weakening with each blow. They still maintained a death grip on each other’s arms, both pulling each other fiercely together. They had both broken the skin on each others neck and blood bubbled from the sides of their mouths each time one felt the slam of the others thigh in their shaven pussy. Their arms were also weakening from the tug-of-war; those beautiful soft limbs were shivering violently from the strain. Marcella was determined to take Denisa’s star shaped ring, she’d wrench at it but she knew that her arms were weakening against the other model. Finally Marcella released one of her hands from it’s grip on her wrist clutching the ring, she reached for the back of Denisa’s head grabbed a handful of hair violently wrenching the models head back, tearing her teeth away from her bleeding flesh. She swung one gorgeous leg over the other girl and tried to use the momentum to roll her onto her back and mount her. She still had her teeth gouging into the other blonde’s slender neck now fully exposed because of the grip on her hair. Denisa, realizing the tactic, attempted to shuffle backwards on her side to escape. She was growing desperate as Marcella’s sexy wet body began slowly to dominate her own and force her to her back. She refused to release the hand that was clutching at her ring, her head was being pulled back towards her spine. She felt slight relief as Marcella opened her bloody mouth and released Denisa’s tender freckled flesh from it’s grip, but she knew if the other girl forced her to her back she would be done; no mercy.
Their gorgeously shapely thighs seemed to be fighting their own battle, sliding against each other to try to achieve a dominant position. Every time Marcella tried to raise her one leg in the air to envelope the other’s waist Denisa would raise her own to block it, their soft, straight shins smacking into each other. On Marcella’s fifth or sixth attempt accompanied by sobs of effort Denisa released her grip on the other wrist and with deft hands pinched the sensitive folds of Marcella’s Pussy.
Marcella screeched in pain and released the other girls ring and hair both small hands dropping to protect her already abused groin. Denisa wasted no time, she rolled away and slowly, and very shakily got to her feet. Her body was wet and beautiful, slender and young. Her knees were visibly shaking and those behind her could see a small stream of blood running from her ass down the inside of soft, thickened thighs where it then followed the contour of her inner knee and curvature of her calf. With that same athletic, shapely leg she began furiously kicking at the prone girl below her. Her face was a mask of insane rage, her teeth bared between her wide red lips. Her round ass jumped as she stomped on Marcella pale form. Her perfect breasts were dancing in the bright lights and her slim arms were extended outward for balance. Marcella was writhing on the ground desperately clawing at the wet tiles to drag herself away from the onslaught. She was trying to pull herself towards the edge. Because of Denisa’s psychotic drive and the weakness of her legs many of her kicks were ineffectual, but those that connected brought a ‘huff’ of pain from Marcella.
‘I’m going to fuck you up.’ Snarled Denisa
She reached down and grabbed Marcella’s hair wrenching her head backward and dragging her by her roots to the center of the pool. Both Marcella’s hands gripped Denisa’s wrist her face contorted in pain, her brown eyes shut against the agony. She was on her back being pulled, her gorgeous slender legs kicking at the tiles to try to right herself. Her two pink breasts were swinging wildly to and fro as her torso twisted back and forth dangling by her hair. Upon reaching the center Denisa released the other model to let her fall on her stomach, she then sat on the her young back, her firm buttocks resting on her opponents. She then began swinging her fists into either side of the girl’s head. The sound that emerged from her determined lips was that of a female tennis player, exhaling air and a small noise as she swung first her right fist and then left into the models head. Her freckled shoulders stood out defined at each sing. Marcella was now covering her head with her arms. Her athletic legs kicking at the impact. Denisa, not to be deterred slid slightly forward straddling the other young models slim waste and reached behind her. Marcella, couldn’t clench her lovely, rounded ass fast enough, Denisa had her finger deep inside the other girls anus. She wrenched upwards.
Marcella’s hands beat a staccato rhythm and her head shook back and forth. She was beyond screaming the pain was so intense. Her beautiful rounded ass was raised high in the air except when Denisa dropped her own buttocks on top of it, which she did. Denisa’s triceps stood out as she reached behind her, her finger curled into a cruel hook deep in the other young girls anus. She wrenched hard, and then forced the other girls ass back to the tiles again using her weight and superior position. Marcella was now whimpering a high keening noise at each hard yank; she felt that her hole was being stretched beyond reasonable means. Denisa would relax her grip for a moment and then pull upwards again her slim arm shaking, her angelic face in a fixed snarl with the force she was exerting. Marcella now seemed to be whispering something. Her beautiful profile was visible to Denisa. Her full lips were emitting something; she seemed to be addressing the blonde model astride her. Denisa released her hook and extended her shapely legs out behind her over Marcella’s her crotch now resting on her opponent’s ass. Her lightly freckled arms looped beneath Marcella armpits to secure her from movement. She was now laying full length along the model beneath her, her spine curved downwards between her shoulders and buttocks. Marcella could feel the other girl’s stiff nipples between her wet shoulders. She could feel the blonde on top of her breathing heavily and lightly kissing the side of her face, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.
‘Please stop.’ She whispered
Denisa’s wide mount encompassed the other girls exposed ear, ‘what?’ she whispered between nibbles.
‘Please stop, I give up, you win-‘
It was then that Marcella bucked violently and Denisa was unprepared. Before she could tighten her grip on the Marcella’s slightly wider shoulders the mass of her wet, sexy body was thrown off. Marcella, ignoring her intense pain, got to her hands and knees and threw her elbow into the other blonde models body. The crowd was roaring, practically in a frenzy of blood lust; they were seeing a turnover. Denisa had managed to catch Marcella elbow deep in her sternum and with dismay Denisa realized that she couldn’t recover her breath. The audience were not the only people caught up in bloodlust, Marcella was too, there were tears of fury in her eyes.
Using her shoulder she rammed Denisa onto her back, her wet hair across her face. Marcella drove her fist downwards into Denisa’s sternum to further her discomfort. Denisa’s large round eyes were wide open; her blood-smeared mouth was opening and closing as she desperately tried to gasp oxygen. Marcella, still on two knees and a hand beside the wheezing model brought her fist down again into Denisa’s taught pale stomach. This time however, instead of raising her fist again, she hooked her fingers around Denisa’s star shaped belly-button ring and wrenched it out like a grenade. Denisa had no breath to scream as blood immediately bubbled up from the wound. This same blood was hungrily lapped up by Marcella and spat into Denisa’s contorted face. The crazed model didn’t allow Denisa to curl into the fetal position to cover her wound, securing both Denisa’s slender wrists with one hand she pinned them above her head, with her other delicate hand she grabbed Denisa’s outthrust breast and bit down on the tender underside. She bit savagely, shaking her head and pulling. Chewing the soft pliable flesh of the other girl’s orb. Denisa was coughing air back into her lungs, each cough accompanied by her gorgeous rounded legs shivering, her chest rising from the floor into Marcella’s mouth. She was nodding her head left and right, only vaguely aware of the screaming audience, some yelling encouragement, other telling Marcella to destroy the young model.
Now Marcella swung a long pale leg over her adversary, still keeping the blonde’s wrists above her head. She positioned her perfect wet body atop the prone model, and flicked her head to get her wet darkened hair out of her face. Looking down she carefully positioning her nipples against the erect nipples of the other girl and lay on top of her full length. Their shapely wet bodies were again undistinguishable to each other, so perfect they were in size and height. Marcella used her knees to force the other girl’s legs apart and she began grinding her pussy against Denisa’s, her ass moving back and forth. She gripped Denisa’s jaw and squeezed her cheeks forcing the young model to purse her lips. Marcella’s full plush lips surrounded Denisa’s mouth and she again bit down on the pair her head turning back and forth in a twisted parody of a kiss. She was determined to humiliate the young girl beneath her. Denisa could only weakly try to resist, her freed hand scratched feebly on Marcella’s arched back. The air emerging from her nose was staggered and whimpering. Marcella completed the seal over the other girls wide mouth with her own and released her jaw. She tilted her head slightly to the side and with her freed hand pinched Denisa’s nose shut.
Slowly but surely she began suffocating the other model. Denisa’s convulsions were at first weak, and then stronger and more desperate. She was simply too weak to free her wrists from the other girls hand. Her slender, smooth arms moved desperately, her biceps bulging and then disappearing. Futilely she tried to buck her hip but it was met with Marcella’s crotch smashing them back down again. She raised her legs in the air and wrapped them around Marcella’s, their calves pressed together as were their strong rounded thighs. Those shapely pale thighs were rubbing up and down Marcella’s as she tried to work her wet body free. Her calf muscled bulged against the other models’ as they rubbed as well. She couldn’t move her head because of Marcella’s grip on her nose. Her eyes were at first wide and frightened but soon her large eyelids were fluttering. Her convulsions were becoming weaker and weaker. She gave one last desperate heave and her eyes shut. She shuddered once and lay still.
She was not dead but done. Marcella released her nose and mouth and ran her tongue along her cat-like face, allowing her nipples and pubic hair to play softly against Denisa’s. The victorious blonde model slowly raised herself to a kneeling position sitting between Denisa’s splayed legs as the beaten loser began coughing. She tried to roll to her side but Marcella, a strange twinkle in her eye, lay on her one last time. This time to stick her tongue down the barely conscious girls throat and deliver a long, deep passionate kiss her head moving from side to side a purring noise could be heard from deep within her voluptuous chest. She patted Denisa cheek once and very shakily got to her feet, stumbling a little she became aware of the audience sitting around her. They were standing and cheering as she turned a slow circle stumbling again. Bruises and scratches marred her gorgeous, sexy, wet, body. Blood streamed down her angelic heart-shaped face and long curved legs. One of her breasts had a clear bloody bite mark and her ear was bleeding, the blood running from her lobe down her slender neck to meat the stream coming from her breast. The crowd was chanting something:
‘Do her. .. Do her…Do her…Do her…’
The fat agent was suddenly there pressing something into her hand. Marcella’s almond brown eye focused on the thing in her hand. It was a large electric-pink strap-on dildo.
‘Give it to her good angel’ said the fat agent.
First her left thigh muscle bulged and then her right as she slid her sexy, athletic legs into the straps. Her wet shoulder muscles came together as she secured the clasp in the back. She walked one circle around the prone model, her breasts waving, holding the plastic cock in her hand. Denisa was still not fully conscious enough to realize what was about to happen. She was only vaguely aware of being pushed onto her stomach and feeling her legs being pushed apart. She felt a slight pressure between the cheeks of her tight, round ass as Denisa kneeled behind her, one arm tensed and rippling beside her waist. Marcella’s other hand was carefully directing the end of the pink dildo.
Denisa became fully conscious; her large blue eyes wide open as Marcella jammed the length of the long dildo into her ass. The sound of flesh slapping flesh was audible throughout the room. The grunts of the two girls as Marcella repeatedly withdrew the strap-on and drove it back in was that of two young female tennis players. Denisa tried desperately to crawl forward to reliever herself from the pain her legs and feet scrabbled at the wet tiled floor. Marcella’s upper body was pressed down hard on Denisa’s back her slender, milky arms extended forward on top of Denisa’s freckled limbs. Her small hands had enclosed Denisa’s gripping them. As she banged the girl below her face was nuzzling Denisa’s profile, nibbling the back of her neck, her thick pouty lips kissing Denisa’s soft cheek, she gently probed the corner of Denisa’s open mouth with her tongue. Her gorgeous rounded ass was beating a steady rhythm; rising high in the air and them coming down forcefully, forcing both their slender, model bodies forward with each thrust. Marcella’s was literally riding her defeated adversary across the floor to the intense enjoyment of the audience. Marcella feeling the pressure of the back end of the strap-on against her clitoris was getting hotter and hotter. She again felt the curious butterflies in her stomach, and with one savage shove her vagina exploded in pleasure. She now lay shivering and shuddering atop the agonized girl. She had cum. She was done. She Won.
