Please do not read if you don't like fights to the death or extremely violent fights.
This is my first effort at a story, all constructive feedback is most welcome - it is not yet finished:
Equestrian Rivalries
Epilogue
Seaton is a small rural village in the Southwest of England, located deep within the countryside meant most residents were either horse riders or followers of similar country pursuits. Along with Seaton were various other small rural farming villages making for quite a vibrant country community.
The equestrian community was particularly big in these villages, all horse riders quickly fell into one of two ‘gangs’ aptly named stables by design. The ‘queen’ of the first stable was a woman called Debbie, a red haired athletically built woman who had one daughter. She had fought her way to the position of queen through a mixture of sexfighting and catfighting. There was a social code followed by all equestrians in this area, a woman would join a stable, if she wanted, she would exist within that stable as a member for life; but if she wanted to climb the social hierarchy within the stable, she had to fight other members for it. Such fights were always either sexfights, catfights with rules or a mixture of both.
The rival stable was led by a woman called Chloe, an athletically built woman with jet black hair who had one daughter and a son. Her stable had the same social structure as the first. Debbie and Chloe as queens of their respective stables were sworn enemies; they had never fought; however, they knew any confrontation between them would be a fight to the death; although both knew that day would come neither was in a hurry to realise this outcome now.
Instead, they arranged fights for their respective stable members, most fights between stables were arranged and had to be approved by the queens; occasionally a spontaneous fight would occur, for example if 2 rivals happened across each other whilst out riding. Most arranged fights were NHB with very few rules; more recently Debbie and Chloe had been ordering their members to fight to the death as they each sought to end the rival stables existence.
Stacey Vs Hollie
Stacey a red haired, well-built woman, had moved to the village of Seaton a couple of weeks ago, a keen equestrian she had been visited by both queens quickly; had the situation explained to her and told to choose which side she wanted to join. She had chosen Chloe’s stable much to the resentment of Debbie who didn’t take rejection at all well. As a result, Debbie had sent round one of her junior members with instructions to challenge Stacey in a fight to the death; this would ensure Chloe’s stable didn’t have more members than Debbie’s.
Hollie had been a member of Debbie’s stable for around a year, she was a well-built red head with a fiery temper. She had been provided with Stacey’s phone number a few days ago, a call took place where a challenge of a fight to the death had been issued by Hollie; Stacey had been warned by her queen that such a call was imminent and instructed to accept the challenge in killing Hollie. Both rivals would be wearing long riding boots, metal spurs, skin-tight red jodhpurs to match their hair, white dressage blouses and blazers with bow ties for the fight; this was standard attire in a death match. Both women had also agreed to allow the use of riding crops as the only weapon, other than that it would be hand to hand combat with no rules until one woman was killed.
As it would be the last time for one of them, they had both agreed the day before the main event to a sexfight, the main purpose of this pre-match was to allow both women to be better acquainted, feel out any weaknesses whilst trying to gain an advantage through sexual dominance prior to the actual fight.
It had been a vicious encounter which ended in a draw as both women experienced a massive, powerful orgasm at the same time; with little advantage gained, both knew the main event was going to be a close-run thing.
Hollie arrived at Stacey’s house at 1000 the next morning, knocking on the door, she was let in and shown to the dining room. A brief chat to confirm the rules, or lack thereof, took place before Stacey invited Hollie into the kitchen where the fight was to take place. Stacey had chosen the kitchen having been confident of winning, she didn’t want to have to clean her rival’s blood from her carpets; the kitchen had tiled flooring making the cleanup easier.
“I don’t think we need any further conversation bitch, we both know what has to happen here” said Stacey, mainly to mask her nervousness.
“I’m going to claw your cxnt out and snap your neck you cheap skank”.
Both women took up a position at opposite ends of the long but narrow kitchen, there would be limited room to fight which was fine as they anticipated being locked together once the action started anyway. As was standard for a fight to the death both women were wearing long riding boots, metal spurs, jodhpurs, dressage white blouses and blazers with a bowtie. Both women removed their blazers on an unseen signal placing them down at their side. The gravity of the fact they were about to fight to the death suddenly enveloped them causing nervousness to each. Small beads of sweat were already evident on each woman’s foreheads. They had agreed riding crops would only come into the fight once bare skin had been exposed to maximise damage and pain; to start with most of the damage would be inflicted by each woman’s fists and nails. Their nails had been filed to points and heavily lacquered to provide extra strength, both coloured red to match their hair which was worn loose to allow for easy hairpulling.
Slowly both women came to the centre of the kitchen only inches apart now they could feel their rival’s breath on their faces, their eyes locked together probing for any weaknesses, but none were found.
“Ready to die cxnt”.
“I’m going to rip your throat out whore”.
Their ample tits were forced together through their blouses; without warning yet at the same time, as if on a hidden signal they both buried one hand in each other’s hair whilst forcing their faces together for a violent and painful tongue fight.
Their other arm was wrapped around each other’s backs to ensure a tight embrace as they forced their tongues as deep as they could into each other’s mouths. Grinding away with their tongues they eventually escalated the fight to nipping with tier teeth each other’s lips, then both attempting to bite until both felt the sweet metallic taste of blood entering their mouths. Little squeals of grunts of pain could be heard echoing off the kitchen walls. Separating slightly, they rested their heads on each other’s shoulders as they whispered threats. Both knew where this fight was going next…. Still with their hands in each other’s hair for control they moved their other hand aggressively searching for their rival’s zip on the jodhpurs; both women knew this fight was going to escalate to a savage cxnt mauling.
Hollie was first to find success ramming 3 fingers into her rival’s cxnt as far as she could, only a second later Stacey also managed the same; now both women focused on digging their nails savagely into each other’s cxnt walls trying to cause as much pain and bloodletting as possible. Both women almost passed out right there with the pain, tears formed on their cheeks as they kept their hair locks in place; their heads on each other’s shoulders as they savaged their rival’s pussy. Whispered threats and obscenities were forced into each other’s ears along with loud squeals and shouts of pain, as they also occasionally bit down on each other’s necks, ear lobes and any other part of their rivals flesh they could get their teeth on. Their once perfect white teeth now looked like a scene from a Halloween dress-up session coated red with blood which also seeped down their chins onto their blouses.
Finally, they released the hair lock using their now free arm to punch each other repeatedly in the face, both noses were quickly broken, eyes started to swell, as the sound of fist and knuckle pounding into flesh and bone reverberated around the room; both being held together still by the savage cxnt hold each had on the other; their mauling hands now completely covered in their rival’s blood. There was no attempt from either at defence, the only way to win this fight was to hurt your enemy more than she hurt you. At last, neither woman could take any more pain between their legs, both separating to admire their work.
Blood was dripping down from their necks where angry bite marks had been inflicted, blood seeped from each woman’s broken nose, a little blood also began to flow from each rival’s pussy; the mauling had obviously done its work. Slowly they both removed their blood-soaked blouses exposing for the first time their ample tits which now hung free (neither had worn a bra); undamaged to this point they now became the focus of the next attack. Both women closed the gap on each other, their sharp nails reached out digging as deep as they could into each other’s ample tit flesh, raking, digging and twisting began with abandon as each sought to destroy her rival’s chest. Deep bloody scratch marks and welts soon appeared as both women grunted and screamed with the effort and pain alike.
Separating finally to admire their handy work, angry scratch marks, deep welts and blood covered each woman’s tits; they both drew out from the inside of their boot the riding crop they had agreed could be used to unleash yet more carnage upon one another. Circling slowly in the narrow kitchen feinting to seek any advantage that might be forthcoming they both drew back their whips swiping them forward as hard and fast as possible into their rival’s faces and body.
Instantly both women let out loud cries of pain as their bodies quickly became covered in angry red marks, deep welts and bloody wounds. Unable to take more of this punishment Hollie closed the gap with her rival locking her up in a bearhug, driving both back into the kitchen counter before dropping their whips both women sank their teeth and nails into any bare flesh they could find. The action was frantic and chaotic as both were desperate to kill their rival. Covered in blood they crashed to the floor locked in a tight catball, each woman attempting to drive her metal spurs into their rival’s leg; the heavy leather riding boots offering some protection.
Rolling across the blood-soaked floor it was Stacey who managed the upper hand by finishing on top as they came to a halt next to some damaged kitchen cabinets. Sensing her advantage Stacey drove her sharp but now broken nails deep into Hollies tits, Hollie returning the favour found it harder being on the bottom. Both women were now tiring fast, Stacey decided to bring the fight to a finish, wrapping her hands tightly around Hollies neck, using the advantage of the top position she attempted to crush Hollies windpipe; cutting off her ability to breathe.
Growing desperate, Hollie attempted to return the favour but being on the bottom found it much harder to generate the force required; in desperation she brought the heel of her boot closer, folding her leg up behind unseen by Stacey. Lacking any air and quickly fading she struggled to release the spur from her boot; feeling it loosen she ripped it free, in one smooth motion she drove it hard into the side of Hollies neck. Severing the main artery blood shot from Stacey’s neck hitting the kitchen cabinets on the opposite side of the room.
Hollie felt the grip on her throat loosen, starting to cough and choke sweat instantly soaked her body mixing with the blood as the adrenaline flowed through her; Stacey collapsed to the floor clutching her neck, blood still shooting from between her fingers. Now slightly recovered Hollie closed the gap crawling across the floor to where Stacey had rolled away, she ripped Stacey’s hand away from the wound and watched her die.
Totally spent Hollie lay there for some time gathering her strength before using the kitchen cabinets to help her climb back to her feet; she found her phone and messaged her queen informing her of the victory. Debbie sent a member round to collect her whilst Chloe, learning of her members loss arranged the clean-up vowing revenge.
Interim Period
After her fight Hollie had laid low for around a month as her injuries healed, regular support from her stable was most welcome. Debbie and Chloe had exchanged texts vowing to wipe the others stable from existence; however, Chloe had learned of another issue. A rival she had not seen in about 10 years had moved to a village across the hill. Lauren, a well-built woman with long blonde hair, had long since bee part of Chloe’s stable when they both lived in another area, Lauren had challenged Chloe for the right to lead the stable and won; as a result, Chloe had been forced to move from the area hence ending up here in Seaton. Now it appeared Lauren had moved to the same area which was now an issue.
Chloe phoned Lauren to discuss how they were both going to navigate this tricky situation:
“Hi Lauren, I’ll get straight to the point since I think neither of us is interested in small talk, I see you have decided to create an issue by moving here. I thought we agreed as I lost, I would move away, and we would not cross paths again”.
“Hey Chloe, I see you have built yourself a nice little empire here, I didn’t actually realise you lived around here until after I bought the place”.
“Well, I think we can both agree that you should think about moving elsewhere, otherwise we may have an issue”.
“I’m not moving again, but I have no desire to fight you and no desire to join any stable. I just want to live peacefully and enjoy the countryside”.
“If only it was that easy Lauren, you know I can’t allow you to live in an area run by me, despite your assurances you are a threat”.
“I am more of a threat if you challenge me to fight, I beat you once, I’ll beat you again. I suggest we both just stick to our sides of the hill and ignore each other”.
“Sorry sweetie I can’t allow that, you were lucky when we fought and I don’t want you around here, you either move or we fight”.
“Fine if that’s how you want it bitch, come over tomorrow and we’ll fight, but I warn you this time I’m going to kill you”.
“I was hoping you might say that it’s agreed then, a fight to the death to end this rivalry once and for all”.
“See you tomorrow bitch”.
Lauren hung up the phone, she was hoping to avoid anymore fighting she had had enough for a lifetime but one more to bring peace to her life and end Chloe’s life would be worth it she thought.
Chloe Vs Lauren
The next morning both women were in their respective houses getting dressed for their fight. Both knew their rival was an experienced and tough fighter, it would be a brutal and savage battle; equally both women were confident they would come out on top, erasing the little issue of their proximity forever.
Lauren had decided they would fight in the stables which were located to the rear of the property, a large paddock leading off to the right. She had specially prepared one stable for fighting however, not for her, she had hoped her fighting days were over; instead, she had designed it for others to use hoping she may occasionally be able to indulge in such matches as a spectator.
The stable itself had a smaller ‘arena’ constructed using fence posts in the centre, wrapped around the wooden fence bars and posts was barbed wire making for a painful experience should one fighter be forced into the arena’s sides; the floor was covered in white gym matting which was to compliment the blood that would be spilled on many of the upcoming ‘events’ so Lauren hoped. Now it appeared she would be christening her new ‘facility’ with her own fight, not an ideal plan in her mind.
Chloe arrived in her large SUV around 0930, Lauren watched from her kitchen window noticing how powerful and confident she looked as Chloe strode across the drive toward the front door in the customary boots, jods, which were jet black to match her hair, blouse and blazer; her metal spurs caught the rising sun as she walked.
Lauren was wearing cream coloured jods, boots, spurs, blouse and blazer.
Lauren opened the door to greet her hated rival.
“Morning I was wondering if you would actually show after I beat you last time”.
“You mean you were hoping I wasn’t going to show”.
Both women’s lips curled slightly into a wry smile as they anticipated the battle to come.
“Would you like a drink before we fight”?
“Thank you, water please”.
Both women took the opportunity to size each other up, it had been years since they last saw each other, both were impressed with how in shape their rival seemed; also making them a little nervous as only one would be walking away from this.
“Okay Chloe ready to fight, I’ll take us out to my new arena, in fact we are going to christen it”.
“Ooh sounds exciting, for me anyway, shame you will only be getting one use out of it”.
“Haha you cocky bitch I’m glad we are finally going to settle this rivalry forever; I can’t wait to look into your eyes whilst I watch you draw your last breath”
“Keep dreaming sweetie I’m going to enjoy killing you”.
Both women entered the stable removing their blazers, dropping them by the door. Entering the smaller arena within the stable they regarded each other before slowly walking straight to face each other. As they came nose to nose Lauren removed 2 pairs of fingerless leather, metal studded gloves which had been tucked into her waist band.
Both rivals could feel their hot breath on each other’s faces, their bodies gently pushing together forcing their large tits into a silent but intense challenge as they sought to occupy the same space.
“I thought I’d raise the stakes a little with a pair of metal studded gloves, fingerless of course so we can still use our nails”.
“What a wonderful idea so thoughtful of you to provide for me as well Lauren”.
“Well, you know me Chloe, I prefer a fair fight”.
Both women carefully slotted their hands into the soft leather gloves taking care not to catch their nails which had been filed to points as they appreciated the pointed metal studs around the knuckle area. Chloe’s nails were lacquered jet black to match her hair whilst Lauren had lacquered her nails bright red.
Each woman now reached out taking a firm hold of with both hands of each other’s long flowing blonde and black hair; the challenge was evident to both; this would start with a savage hairpulling fight and escalate from there. Glaring into each other’s eye they prepared for the impending pain that was about to consume them.
Without any signal both women started wrenching and violently pulling hair with all their might, their heads snapped and forced back as they spun around eyes forced shut with the pain; had they opened their eyes they would only have been treated to a view of the stable’s beams running across above their heads. The arena was filled with the sounds of low but determined grunts as each rival attempted to rip the others hair from their scalp by the roots.
Lauren then wrapped her booted leg around Chloe’s forcing them to trip, falling to the floor both women were immediately enveloped in a fast-paced flurry of punches, scratching, kicking and biting as they each fought for the dominant top position. Their metal spurs dug into their legs as they kicked and thrashed their legs about to try and gain any advantage. Finally wrapping up tight together they rolled across the arena floor, small traces of blood now smearing across the white mats as they went. Their white blouses were ripped and torn also starting to soak in a shade of red as blood seeped from deep wounds inflicted by nails, metal studded gloves and teeth.
Finally coming to rest at one side of the arena locked together in a mutual bear hug and locked legs on the floor Lauren sunk her teeth into Chloe’s left cheek biting down hard, ripping a chunk of flesh from her rivals face she spat it out, a flow of blood trail following it the short distance across the arena. Chloe howled in pain as she felt the bit go in, freeing an arm she reached down thrusting her claws and glove as deep as she could into her rival’s cxnt. Clawing mercilessly, it was Laurens time to scream in pain, Chloe’s hand soon marked with trickles of blood which flowed out onto her wrist showing she had hit her mark.
Both women kicked away from each other separating to take a breath, the fight had been frenetic and brutal. Slowly rising to their feet, they admired their handiwork. Both women were now topless their large pendulous breasts covered in deep cuts which were bleeding heavily. Their faces were equally marked, Chloe’s left cheek covered in blood and a gaping wound evident where Lauren had sunk her teeth in. Blood also seeped down Laurens white jods from her damaged cxnt; Lauren raised her fists inviting Chloe to exchange punches in what would be a brutal fist fight.
Closing the gap between them once more, having had a chance to catch their breath both rivals began trading brutal punches to the face, the metal studs on their gloves now going to work; blood sprayed out across the arena as each woman took a turn to unleash the hardest punch, she could muster to her rivals’ face.
In no time at all they were both knackered and unable to throw any more punches, collapsing into each other they each wrapped an arm around the others back, snaking their other hand down to their rival’s cxnt. A vicious pussy mauling ensued, they were literally holding each other up as they mauled as hard as they could, heads resting on rivals’ shoulders as they tried to literally rip their rival’s pussy from her body.
Blood now flowed freely down their thighs, onto their boots and the arena floor unable to take much more pain they both removed their hands embracing in a tight bear hug. Extremely sore and damaged breasts were now pushed hard together as Chloe started to force Lauren back towards the barbed wire fence that marked the boundary of the arena. Too late Lauren realised what was happening as her back was slammed onto the barbs, shrieking in pain she arched her back to try and get some distance. Chloe punched her hard in the stomach doubling her over then slammed a knee into her rival’s nose. Again, a stream of blood now spilled from Lauren’s nose onto the once white mats of the arena.
Pulling her rival up straight by the hair Chloe could tell Lauren was beaten, offering only a weak defence Lauren tried to swat her enemy’s hands away as Chloe dug her nails into her rival’s throat. A horrible gurgling sound accompanied by the unsightly scene of bubbling blood now flowed down from Lauren’s neck as Chloe ended the fight with her bare hands.
Staggering away toward the centre of the arena Chloe watched as Lauren, without support to hold her up, crumpled to the floor lifeless.
It had been a savage fight that Chloe had narrowly won, she felt her demons of the earlier defeat many years past to Lauren were now expunged. Calling for assistance her stable were quickly there in numbers to render first aid and conduct the clean-up.
Interim Period
It wasn’t long before news to travelled about the fight between Chloe and Lauren, watching with interest was Hollie. Her injuries now largely healed, buoyed by her success in the fight with Stacey she was starting to think about how she could impress her queen, allowing her to rise through the ranks of her stable. She cast half an eye onto whether she could challenge Chloe to a fight in a few weeks. It would be unusual for a junior stable member to challenge the leader of the rival stable, but Hollie was ambitious and had never followed convention…….
To be continued......
