[stormbolt7]

Inside the main house ...
We have heard silly rumors of people walking into, and through the walls ......
There has been blood reported on some of the beds ...

Meanwhile there has been reports of screaming, and sounds of a chainsaw coming from the barn.

We had a small group of young, busty ladies. Stop, while hitchiking, in their bikinis.
Two of them, we sent to see what was happening in the barn. The other two wanted to explore. Some of the less busy areas of the house.
While waiting for their friends.
I'm sure nothing could go wrong with that.
After all this is not some sort of horror movie right?

[Vanessa Marsh]

i felt pretty good about my chop to  the cow girls chest,her grunt was pleasing to the ears.

i start to turn my attention  to the  wench that slamed me in the back

when..pain shoots through my hand and wrist

aiiigh.i yelp trying to pull my hand free
use my free hand to try  and jab  a punch at her tummy

only to be lifted  and dumped across the table   splattering  the punch and other refreshments

i fall off to the oter side dazed  but batgirl has faced many villaniouses before..and  almost always  come out on top

i start to roll up to my knees yt

Getting no response from the other, (no surprise there, I’ve left my ‘’English to bimbo’’ translation guide in the saddlebags) I spin around on my boot heels to survey the wreckage of the refreshment table. Seeing Batgirl already semi ambulatory, I favor her with a low whistle.

“Look at you all eager for more! Maybe you HAVE toughened up a bit since that last meeting. Either that, or my depositin’ you on that cheap particle board knocked out the last 2 brain cells in your pretty head. Maybe you’re just going on instinct straight back towards the beatin’, hmmmmm?’’

There’s one sure way to find out.

We’re big on hospitality in Trails End. We even extend it to empty headed southern belles who come wanderin’ off the road in search of….well, whatever they search for down in hot ass Dixie. And it’s in the spirit of that hospitality that I take the spandex strumpet by the arm and ease her out of the wreckage of spilt punch and wood splinters, drawing her tight against my chest in a crushing embrace.

“What’d ya say, cream puff? Shall we dance?!’’ My eyes twinkling with devious intent as swing Batgirl around sharply, my feet moving in a tight circle as I build momentum towards teaching her what it TRULY means to fly…..

[lexibabe]

i bide my time,pretending to be worse off after being dumped across the table

oooooo,ooooooo,i groan, slowly moving,i catch a glimpse of your cowgirl boots moving around the broken table

then towards me

oooooo,i groan out

of course  your to busy bumping your  gums  to notice i offer little resistance  when you pull me up

into a chest to chest bear hug. i wiggle my shoulders  some  feeling  how soft your breast are to mine

then i smile  and  say trick  or treat  raising my right foot slaming down on your left hoof yt

[Charlene]

Moving closer to Charlene.   Shall we dance bitch?

I see, Kelly approaching, stunning in her Black Cat costume.  I wonder, is that a wig, or did she dye her hair for this.  Well, that's easily discovered.  I hear her invitation, given in a soft snarl.  "Of course, slut" I hiss back, moving into the younger woman, body to body.

Pulling your hair harder and harder.   Pulling your head back

Not getting any response from this little bitch, I lash out with one hand, slapping her hard across the face.  "C'mon and fight me, BITCH!" I scream in her face.

Grab the bitch by the hair start to pull, slapping her across the face hard.

Finally, the little bitch responds to my provocation, and attacks.  I wince in pain from her slap, and my scalp aches as she goes for my hair.  I retaliate, grabbing two handfuls of her dyed white hair and yank her head up and down and back and forth, determined to pull out strands of her dark rooted locks from her empty head!

She just stands there, obviously stunned, holding my hair with one hand with a shocked look on her face.  I rip one hand out her hair, coming away with a handful of dark rooted white hair, and slap her across her face as hard as I can, hoping to get a reaction out of her.  She started this, and now, apparently, she's having second thoughts ... as well as she should.  "Well, bitch, are you gonna fight or are you gonna submit" I snarl.

[marlu Queen]

There are exchanges of blows with our knees on the stomach and thighs between bitch screams...
Without letting go of our hair, I feel like my scalp is burning from the pulling.
without letting go of your scalp, each time my hands sink deeper into your hair, pulling hard without stopping hitting your trunk with my knees trying to kick your shins... damn bitch... at the same time as the howling of wolves can be heard outside the mansion...

From outside the guests can hear the sound of the wolves howling at the moon; inside they hear the sounds of feminine hatred and rage. We scream in pain; rage with hatred and unleash a wicked tirade of abuse at each other:

“Bitch!” - “Whore!” - “Cxnt!” - “Slut!” - We scream these words and more into each other’s faces and exchange vicious hate filled blows. With hand’s deeply buried in each other’s hair we pull without mercy and without care for consequence.

My scalp feels like it is on fire and with every minute that passes the pain intensifies. Strands of our hair combine and litter the floor and fronts of our costumes. But as we pull on each other’s hair; our legs viciously and wildly lash out at each other. Ankles are kicked and stamped on; knees painfully clash as we both struggle to inflict injury on each other. However our blows while being wild and uncontrolled tend to miss more than they hit; the blows that do land are cumulative in effect and our legs struggle to keep us vertical.

Then suddenly and without warning; we both begin to tumble to the wooden floor below. I was the first to fall; but our combined grip ensures that’s we both share the same fate.

*Thud*

We hit the floor and the impact and shock of impact is enough to force our release of each others hair. In the confusion and chaos we separate about a foot apart. I lay on the floor for a second or two; writhing in pain. But I know I cannot rest for long; I gingerly pick myself up and get onto my knees. I turn towards you and glare hatefully at you; as my lungs scream:

“Fucking Bitch….I’m going to claw you’re face off you old harlot!”

The two of us on our knees screaming at each other with our chests exposed in the middle of the battle, our hair messy and torn out in clumps on the ground. In pain, I quickly get up on my knees and shout in your face: "Damn bitch! I'm going to rip off your tits!" and I launch myself with fury, burying my nails in your breasts at the same time that I twist your tits between screams

[Charlene]

Moving closer to Charlene.   Shall we dance bitch?

I see, Kelly approaching, stunning in her Black Cat costume.  I wonder, is that a wig, or did she dye her hair for this.  Well, that's easily discovered.  I hear her invitation, given in a soft snarl.  "Of course, slut" I hiss back, moving into the younger woman, body to body.

Pulling your hair harder and harder.   Pulling your head back

Not getting any response from this little bitch, I lash out with one hand, slapping her hard across the face.  "C'mon and fight me, BITCH!" I scream in her face.

Grab the bitch by the hair start to pull, slapping her across the face hard.

Finally, the little bitch responds to my provocation, and attacks.  I wince in pain from her slap, and my scalp aches as she goes for my hair.  I retaliate, grabbing two handfuls of her dyed white hair and yank her head up and down and back and forth, determined to pull out strands of her dark rooted locks from her empty head!

She just stands there, obviously stunned, holding my hair with one hand with a shocked look on her face.  I rip one hand out her hair, coming away with a handful of dark rooted white hair, and slap her across her face as hard as I can, hoping to get a reaction out of her.  She started this, and now, apparently, she's having second thoughts ... as well as she should.  "Well, bitch, are you gonna fight or are you gonna submit" I snarl.

Grabbing your hair with both hands now pulling harder, starting to rip out some of your hair.  You want a fight bitch, then bring it.

Well, THAT lit a fire under the little bitch!  I stop my slapping and go for her dyed mop with both hands as she rips into mine.  "You mean like THIS, BITCH" I scream, loud enough to waken the spirits of Slaughter Plantation.  Dyed white and blonde strands fall to the floor, both us struggling to stay on our feet in this hair yanking war.  Tears form in my eyes from the pain, and I up the ante, using my nails to gouge tracks in her scalp, strands of her dyed white hair between my fingers to keep the slutty Black Cat close.

[Vanessa Marsh]

i bide my time,pretending to be worse off after being dumped across the table

oooooo,ooooooo,i groan, slowly moving,i catch a glimpse of your cowgirl boots moving around the broken table

then towards me

oooooo,i groan out

of course  your to busy bumping your  gums  to notice i offer little resistance  when you pull me up

into a chest to chest bear hug. i wiggle my shoulders  some  feeling  how soft your breast are to mine

then i smile  and  say trick  or treat  raising my right foot slaming down on your left hoof yt

Maybe it’s the long years of experience getting ragdolled by the other clique girls, or maybe I missed your acclaimed performance as Eula Snopes at the community theater in Buck Snort, Tennessee. Wherever you derived your inspiration, however, I gotta hand it to you.You’re not half bad as an actress.

Just when I’m fixin’ to take your lifeless carcass on a ride worthy of a dust devil, your foot comes crashing down atop my left boot, sending a current of pain coursing up my leg. “DAMNITT!!!!’’ I snarl, losing my hold on you and sending you wobbling back a few steps as I retreat, hobbling slightly on my throbbing foot.

“Sneaky little bat bitch. You’re REALLY gonna wish you hadn’t done that, darlin’!’’ I narrow my eyes and raise my guard, shaking out my injured foot as I stare daggers into you across the 5 or 6 feet of open space.

[lexibabe]

feeling your  hold loosen and stumble back from your push

your hoping around,groaning,,is precious

you kind of sound like charlie browns teacher

your eyes  burning,,and reddish you look possessed

there a bowl with a small amount of liquid left in it

bending,picking it up i flick the bowl fowards  ,and the liquid  at your face

more for a distraction

demons  begone i snarl and  try to take advantage with a couple steps leap in an attempt of a drop kick yt

[Charlene]

Moving closer to Charlene.   Shall we dance bitch?

I see, Kelly approaching, stunning in her Black Cat costume.  I wonder, is that a wig, or did she dye her hair for this.  Well, that's easily discovered.  I hear her invitation, given in a soft snarl.  "Of course, slut" I hiss back, moving into the younger woman, body to body.

Pulling your hair harder and harder.   Pulling your head back

Not getting any response from this little bitch, I lash out with one hand, slapping her hard across the face.  "C'mon and fight me, BITCH!" I scream in her face.

Grab the bitch by the hair start to pull, slapping her across the face hard.

Finally, the little bitch responds to my provocation, and attacks.  I wince in pain from her slap, and my scalp aches as she goes for my hair.  I retaliate, grabbing two handfuls of her dyed white hair and yank her head up and down and back and forth, determined to pull out strands of her dark rooted locks from her empty head!

She just stands there, obviously stunned, holding my hair with one hand with a shocked look on her face.  I rip one hand out her hair, coming away with a handful of dark rooted white hair, and slap her across her face as hard as I can, hoping to get a reaction out of her.  She started this, and now, apparently, she's having second thoughts ... as well as she should.  "Well, bitch, are you gonna fight or are you gonna submit" I snarl.

Grabbing your hair with both hands now pulling harder, starting to rip out some of your hair.  You want a fight bitch, then bring it.

Well, THAT lit a fire under the little bitch!  I stop my slapping and go for her dyed mop with both hands as she rips into mine.  "You mean like THIS, BITCH" I scream, loud enough to waken the spirits of Slaughter Plantation.  Dyed white and blonde strands fall to the floor, both us struggling to stay on our feet in this hair yanking war.  Tears form in my eyes from the pain, and I up the ante, using my nails to gouge tracks in her scalp, strands of her dyed white hair between my fingers to keep the slutty Black Cat close.

Screaming as you pull my hair, ripping strains of yours out too.  I so fucking hate you bitch.   I let go of your hair with my right hand, start slapping your face, after the I start to dig my nails across your face, slut

The catfight intensifies as she slaps out at my face, and then goes for my face with her claws.  "Hate?  I'll show you hate you little whore!" I scream.  I rip one hand out of her hair and attack her cleavage, pushing my hand inside the front of her deeply cut costume and dragging my nails across her breasts. "You want to claw it out, you fucking hateful cxnt, then let's go!" .

[stormbolt7]

Oh look ladies..
The Plantation chef. Has offered to carve you  ......
Pumpkins of course .... He he he

[Vanessa Marsh]

feeling your  hold loosen and stumble back from your push

your hoping around,groaning,,is precious

you kind of sound like charlie browns teacher

your eyes  burning,,and reddish you look possessed

there a bowl with a small amount of liquid left in it

bending,picking it up i flick the bowl fowards  ,and the liquid  at your face

more for a distraction

demons  begone i snarl and  try to take advantage with a couple steps leap in an attempt of a drop kick yt

Even without much force behind, a heavy glass punch bowl ain’t the kinda thing you want hurtling towards your face. With my guard raised, I’m tempted to swat the slow moving half sphere out of the air, but I resist the urge on account of the fearful notion of the shrapnel that’s sure to erupt from the impact with the floor.

So, discretion once again proving itself the better part of valor, I throw myself to the side, out of the path of the punch bowl, and, as it turns out, your attempted dropkick. Tumbling to the bare hardwood, I roll neatly over into a crouch, just in time to see you stagger awkwardly, stopping your momentum before you go flying impotently towards the banister.

“Nice try, doll! But you ain’t going to pull off those dirty tricks twice!” Snarling, I spring out of the crouch and launch myself towards you, leading with my left shoulder and aiming to drive you hard against the thick oak of the railing.

[Charlene]

Moving closer to Charlene.   Shall we dance bitch?

I see, Kelly approaching, stunning in her Black Cat costume.  I wonder, is that a wig, or did she dye her hair for this.  Well, that's easily discovered.  I hear her invitation, given in a soft snarl.  "Of course, slut" I hiss back, moving into the younger woman, body to body.

Pulling your hair harder and harder.   Pulling your head back

Not getting any response from this little bitch, I lash out with one hand, slapping her hard across the face.  "C'mon and fight me, BITCH!" I scream in her face.

Grab the bitch by the hair start to pull, slapping her across the face hard.

Finally, the little bitch responds to my provocation, and attacks.  I wince in pain from her slap, and my scalp aches as she goes for my hair.  I retaliate, grabbing two handfuls of her dyed white hair and yank her head up and down and back and forth, determined to pull out strands of her dark rooted locks from her empty head!

She just stands there, obviously stunned, holding my hair with one hand with a shocked look on her face.  I rip one hand out her hair, coming away with a handful of dark rooted white hair, and slap her across her face as hard as I can, hoping to get a reaction out of her.  She started this, and now, apparently, she's having second thoughts ... as well as she should.  "Well, bitch, are you gonna fight or are you gonna submit" I snarl.

Grabbing your hair with both hands now pulling harder, starting to rip out some of your hair.  You want a fight bitch, then bring it.

Well, THAT lit a fire under the little bitch!  I stop my slapping and go for her dyed mop with both hands as she rips into mine.  "You mean like THIS, BITCH" I scream, loud enough to waken the spirits of Slaughter Plantation.  Dyed white and blonde strands fall to the floor, both us struggling to stay on our feet in this hair yanking war.  Tears form in my eyes from the pain, and I up the ante, using my nails to gouge tracks in her scalp, strands of her dyed white hair between my fingers to keep the slutty Black Cat close.

Screaming as you pull my hair, ripping strains of yours out too.  I so fucking hate you bitch.   I let go of your hair with my right hand, start slapping your face, after the I start to dig my nails across your face, slut

The catfight intensifies as she slaps out at my face, and then goes for my face with her claws.  "Hate?  I'll show you hate you little whore!" I scream.  I rip one hand out of her hair and attack her cleavage, pushing my hand inside the front of her deeply cut costume and dragging my nails across her breasts. "You want to claw it out, you fucking hateful cxnt, then let's go!" .

scream as you start to claw my tit.  I reach down into your circle of your costume and start to claw your tit.   I'll fucking ruin you bitch

"AIEEEEEEEE" I shriek as she goes after my breast in retaliation.  My other hand joins the first, and now both hands are clawing and squeezing her breasts after ripping her costume wide open at the chest.  I grab one of her nipples and pinch and twist it, seeing her mouth open and a scream emit.  "We'll see who ruins who, SLUT" I scream as tears stream down my cheeks.

[lexibabe]

the bowl with the liquid  was pretty much for a distraction

that part worked,you moved,and dodged both

my drop kick just missed,i did land on my feet,catching my balance  on the railing

that's the bad part,i know your behind me now

i groan feeling  your shoulder blade bang into my back

feeling your weight  on me  i grip the  railing

my left leg works between yours i

i try for a quick lift up between your legs hoping my calve smacks into your mound yt

[stormbolt7]

We find the plantation manicurist ready to lend a hand

[Charlene]

Moving closer to Charlene.   Shall we dance bitch?

I see, Kelly approaching, stunning in her Black Cat costume.  I wonder, is that a wig, or did she dye her hair for this.  Well, that's easily discovered.  I hear her invitation, given in a soft snarl.  "Of course, slut" I hiss back, moving into the younger woman, body to body.

Pulling your hair harder and harder.   Pulling your head back

Not getting any response from this little bitch, I lash out with one hand, slapping her hard across the face.  "C'mon and fight me, BITCH!" I scream in her face.

Grab the bitch by the hair start to pull, slapping her across the face hard.

Finally, the little bitch responds to my provocation, and attacks.  I wince in pain from her slap, and my scalp aches as she goes for my hair.  I retaliate, grabbing two handfuls of her dyed white hair and yank her head up and down and back and forth, determined to pull out strands of her dark rooted locks from her empty head!

She just stands there, obviously stunned, holding my hair with one hand with a shocked look on her face.  I rip one hand out her hair, coming away with a handful of dark rooted white hair, and slap her across her face as hard as I can, hoping to get a reaction out of her.  She started this, and now, apparently, she's having second thoughts ... as well as she should.  "Well, bitch, are you gonna fight or are you gonna submit" I snarl.

Grabbing your hair with both hands now pulling harder, starting to rip out some of your hair.  You want a fight bitch, then bring it.

Well, THAT lit a fire under the little bitch!  I stop my slapping and go for her dyed mop with both hands as she rips into mine.  "You mean like THIS, BITCH" I scream, loud enough to waken the spirits of Slaughter Plantation.  Dyed white and blonde strands fall to the floor, both us struggling to stay on our feet in this hair yanking war.  Tears form in my eyes from the pain, and I up the ante, using my nails to gouge tracks in her scalp, strands of her dyed white hair between my fingers to keep the slutty Black Cat close.

Screaming as you pull my hair, ripping strains of yours out too.  I so fucking hate you bitch.   I let go of your hair with my right hand, start slapping your face, after the I start to dig my nails across your face, slut

The catfight intensifies as she slaps out at my face, and then goes for my face with her claws.  "Hate?  I'll show you hate you little whore!" I scream.  I rip one hand out of her hair and attack her cleavage, pushing my hand inside the front of her deeply cut costume and dragging my nails across her breasts. "You want to claw it out, you fucking hateful cxnt, then let's go!" .

scream as you start to claw my tit.  I reach down into your circle of your costume and start to claw your tit.   I'll fucking ruin you bitch

"AIEEEEEEEE" I shriek as she goes after my breast in retaliation.  My other hand joins the first, and now both hands are clawing and squeezing her breasts after ripping her costume wide open at the chest.  I grab one of her nipples and pinch and twist it, seeing her mouth open and a scream emit.  "We'll see who ruins who, SLUT" I scream as tears stream down my cheeks.

Bitch, reaching down start to rip at your costume, grabbing  your tits, and start to squeeze and claw at your tits, both of us screaming.  Pinch and twist your nipples slut

Both of us now in a tit mauling contest, tears streaming down our cheeks from the pain.  My knees buckle, and I fall to the floor  on my knees, dragging the slutty Black Cat down with me.  My tits are on fire from this little slut's nails, and I know hers are no better off.  I keep at hers with a hate filled vengeance, tugging, twisting, clawing at her firm tits, now full of red splotches and scratches.  "You fucking slut" I gasp  out.