Second fight in the series, this directly follows Morganna vs Marsha
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=114761.0. Any and all comments/criticism welcome. Specifically, I'm worried the grappling section is a bit sloppy/unclear so please let me know what you think. Also, I'm as of now planning on doing a number of fights in this vaguely 70s/80s b-movie Hollywood world(if my inspiration continues to be hot). The first series will be centered around Morganna, but if anyone has requests for combatants that fit that description please let me know.
There was an electric feeling in the air as the two fighters prepared to face off. Morganna could feel it in the eyes on her. Before her first match they had just slid off, disinterested viewers certain that they knew how the match would go. Had that only been a month ago? Since then, so much had changed. After her victory, every manager had wanted to talk to her and every fighter had wanted to size her up. She couldn’t set foot in any of the leagues haunts- bars, restaurants, clubs, without at least one woman giving her a knowing look. That had been bad enough, but when the league had published it’s monthly magazine things had kicked not high gear.
The cover featured Morganna, sweaty and naked from the fight but nonetheless resplendent. She was seated on Marsha’s face, both hands in the champions hair as her defeated opponent serviced her. The camera man had caught her in her moment of ecstasy. When Morganna first saw the photo she blushed, the world had seen her naked before but never this vulnerable. But later, at night, she found herself looking at the photo as she frantically pleasured herself. She was chasing that feeling, but knew it would only be found in the ring.
That was how she found herself back under the lights, wearing a black bikini facing off against Deborah Mcquire similarly scantily clad in red.
Deborah was no champion, just a journeywoman fighter. She wasn’t the biggest in stature or boobage, strongest, or meanest member of the league but she still had a reputation. They called her “the python” for her strong legs, and her habit of trapping her opponent in them and squeezing the life of out them. Morganna had a plan, she would stay off the ground and use her superior size and strength to wear her opponent down. Of course, Deborah had a plan as well. She had taken the fight as a favor to a friend, to test this seeming wonderkund for any weaknesses. Marsha must have underestimated the rookie, she wouldn’t make the same mistake.
The bell rang and the two woman advanced towards each other. Morganna had brushed up on her boxing skills in the last few weeks and was eager to make use of them. Putting her hands up she cautiously shuffled towards her opponent. To her surprise, Deborah responded in kind. What followed was a somewhat amateur two minutes of punching. Morganna came out swinging, but was unable to really penetrate Deborah’s guard. While she got a few shots into her toned stomach, and shoulders she couldn’t reach anything really vulnerable. Not only that, but she could hear the crowd growing restless. They had come for action, not foreplay.
Luckily for them, that is when Deborah made her move. Waiting until Morganna over committed to a haymaker, at which point she slipped in and came up with a barrage of blows to the boobs. Wham, Pow, Bam, Thawk she got four good shots in all to her blonde opponents right twin. While it did turn Morganna slightly, just as in the last fight Morganna barely reacted to the brutal blows. While bemused, Deborah was quick enough to try to disengage but not before Morganna clocked her in the face. As she staggered back Morganna grabbed her in a clinch and proceeded to use her free hand to take some stray shots at Deborah’s decolletage. But she had forgotten this wasn’t boxing, and her opponent wasn’t wearing gloves. The black woman accepted a bit of punishment, while grabbing her opponents hair with both hands and falling backwards.
Her plan had been to take them both to the ground, which worked albeit not as she intended. She lost hold of the blonde hair in the fall. Deborah hit the ground with a thump, and had only a split second to react to the two brown tipped torpedoes falling towards her face. Instinctually she tried to get up, but couldn’t quite manage it before Morganna accidently boobslammed her in the face. They were now on the ground, as the more seasoned battler had intended but in a position far more dangerous to her than she had anticipated.
Morganna’s top had been largely destroyed in the fall, and she now found herself pressed directly against her opponent’s flesh. The fall had knocked most of the air from her lungs, and Morganna’s boobs the rest. She would have to act fast, as Morganna grabbed her head trying for a breast smother. But Deborah was too fresh, and Morganna couldn’t quite get a seal on her face. Instead they rolled round and round on the floor, nails scratching but neither able to get an advantage. At least not before the bell went off signaling the end of the round.
The fighters released each other, and lay panting in each others arms for a few moments before disentangling. As the round was undecided, the judges conferred before deciding 3-2 in favor of Morganna. Something the older fighter grumbled at. But she understood, the league rewarded aggression over all else. Well, she would show them some aggression next round.
The round opened much the same, and if anything Morganna had decided to be more aggressive. She came in with a barrage of punches, although making sure to keep them tighter this time. She had more success jabbing, focusing on punishing Deborah’s stomach with the occasional shot at her boobs. Deborah responded, but more strategically. Nailing her opponents a few times in the tits, but mostly waiting. Finally Morganna overextended with a wild swing, only to hit air as the other woman had dropped down and gone for her legs.
Morganna had been unprepared for the takedown and fell to the mat under the other woman. Now they were in Deborah’s territory. She moved up Morganna, slipping her legs around the other woman’s torso in a signature scissor. Morganna’s instinct was to try to escape by pushing herself free with her arms. The mistake soon became obvious as the black beauty ignored those efforts to latch her claws into the blonde’s vulnerable twin peaks. The young fighter responded with her own claws, while trying to use her legs and hips to flip them over and gain a respite.
This she was able to do, and on top she was able to lean into the other woman somewhat protecting her boobs. Little did she know, she had fallen into Deborah’s trap. Abandoning the cat scratch match, Deborah grabbed her rival’s hair and did something completely unexpected- headbutted her. At the same time, she released the scissors and the blonde fell sideways onto the floor. Moving with lightning speed, in a daring display of aerobics Deborah twisted herself around and wrapped her legs around Morganna’s head. Feeling her breathing constricted, the blonde did a natural thing and tried to pry Deborah’s legs apart with her arms. Now the trap was complete.
In an instant Deborah grabbed Morganna’s hair pulling her deeper into her thighs and clamped her scissors on harder. When she snapped shut the scissors, Morganna’s shoulders were compressed and her arms were now helplessly trapped above her head. A twist of 45 degrees and Morganna found herself on her back, barely able to see. Her head was being cruelly squeezed in a textbook reverse head scissor, only her arms and long blonde hair was visible to the watching audience. Morganna’s vision was taken up almost completely by the black woman’s ample panty clad rump. It was a view many would have paid good money for, but the last place Morganna wanted to be. She had seen video’s of what happened to the unfortunate souls that got trapped in Deborah’s legs, and the prospect filled her with panic. Not sure what to do, she tried rolling but the other woman steadied them with her hands. She tried pushing with her arms but couldn’t generate any power.
Seeing that there was no way out, Morganna knew she had to surrender the round. At which point she realized something else- with her mouth gagged, and her arms trapped off the ground she had no way to tap! She tried screaming her surrender into Deborah’s ass and waved her hands wildly to get the refs attention. Of course, the refs could clearly see what she was doing as could the audience. But were enjoying the show too much to cut it short.
Deborah only smiled as she felt the vibrating beneath her. Now she had the blonde trapped it was time to punish her. Rather than put her out immediately, she pulsed her legs cranking the pressure on Morganna’s neck and arms up and down unpredictably. Half strength, full strength, half strength and so on. It was a routine she had designed to keep her prisoner disoriented and in pain, while preserving some of her strength. Doing that while ensuring Morgann’s couldn’t cry out was challenging, but she was a virtuoso at scissoring. Glancing at the clock she saw she still had three minutes left in the round and she intended to use every second of them. Confident Morganna wouldn’t try to escape readjusted her legs and sat up, turning the headscissors into an even tighter reverse facesit.
For her part, Morganna had almost completely lost track of time completely trapped and helpless. She didn’t think it could get worse, until she felt the pressure mount and found herself pushed even deeper into her tormentors caboose. At this point if Morganna had been more cognizant, she would have realized her hands were touching the floor tapped out. But she was already smother drunk and didn’t realize.
With 30 seconds left in the Deborah felt Morganna stop struggling beneath her and realized the girl had passed out. Magnanimously, she got up off the sleeping beauty. Stopping to relieve the blonde of her underwear before going back to her corner. One of the refs splashed Morganna with a bucket of cold water and she woke up shivering. Awaking as if from a dream she asked herself had that really happened? Had she just been knocked out by her opponents butt? As she turned to look at her opponent Deborah helpfully stood up and turning around gave her ass a taunting shake in the stunned blonde’s direction and said
“Don’t worry blondie, plenty more where that came from. I think you and my ass are going to get to know each other very well”. Returning to her corner, Morganna toweled off her face. But she could remove the sweat, but not the memory of defeat and humiliation.
It was a very different blonde that came out for the third round. She moved cautiously, almost dazed right into the hurricane that her opponent had transformed into. Deborah had smelled blood in the last round, and now she was coming to collect. She ripped into Morganna with her claws, lashing her face, boobs, stomach and back to her boobs. When Morganna put up her hands to defend herself Deborah slipped around her and took her back. In an instant she caught Morganna in a choke hold, and in a more controlled method dragged the girl backwards onto the floor. Slapping a scissor hold on the embattled blondes stomach, Deborah barred her teeth and enjoyed feeling her opponents strength quickly fade.
The fight was as good as over, but Deborah wasn’t done with the rookie. She had been womanhandling her for the last half of the fight, and now she was going to show her dominance. Show that silly cxnt Marsha who the better woman was. Deborah let go over her choke hold, keeping her scissors and slapped her eager hands on to Morganna’s cannonballs in a vicious twin tit grab. She made sure to pay special attention to Morganna’s rock hard nipples, cruelly digging her nails into the hard nubs. Morganna struggled, but she couldn’t seem to dislodge the other woman. Deborah used her scissors to stay glued to her, black boobs pressing against white back. She leand forward and whispered into Morganna’s ear
“Surrender now, or I’m going to destroy your udders. You wouldn’t be able to wear a bra for a month by the time I’m done with you” The threat had the opposite effected, rather then surrender Morganna redoubled her struggles. Finally Morganna rolled onto her stomach for some relief, trying to use the ground as cover. But Deborah kept on her, switching to short punches to Morganna’s side boobs. In her bloodthirsty state, she was enjoying teaching the little bitch a lesson. She was imaging the pain the other woman was feeling, the humiliation of having her pride and joys destroyed. Which is why she probably wasn’t ready when Morganna stood up.
With an incredible display of strength, Morganna lifted herself off the floor and in one more motion to her feet. Deborah tried to cling tighter, if she could bring the big girl down again there was no way she could get back up. But with leverage Morgana now punched down at her opponents thighs and Deborah’s legs spasmed. She lost her grip and fell backwards to the floor legs still spread. Morganna had plenty of experience kicking soccer balls, and didn’t need an invitation. Her first snap kick nailed the black girl right in her clit. The second missed the clit, but smashed into her pubic pone and the third almost went up her pussy.
With that Morganna abandoned the penalty kick strategy and taking a running jump leapt onto her opponent. She dropped down knees first, on the legs that had tortured her last round. Deborah spasmed in agony as the blonde landed on her already tenderized right thigh. The legs taken care of for now, Morganna moved up her body sitting her ass on Deborah’s belly eyes laser focused on her next two targets. With a hiss she latched onto her opponents tits, and for the first time since the facesit Deborah looked up with a hint of fear. With her legs out of commission there was no way she could dislodge Morganna. So she did the one thing she could think of, reaching up to maul Morganna’s headlights.
But Morganna had all the leverage, and despite the torture Deborah had tried to inflict on her tits she remained unshaken. The two woman hissed at each other, while doing their best to twist, scratch, and punch their opponents hooters to mush. In the end, just like Marsha, Deborah was simply no match for Morganna in a tit scratching contest. After a minute she was clearly losing, after two she stopped attacking and tried to pry Morganna’s hands off her zeppelins. She got one hand off, but Morganna switched to a two handed grip on the black woman’s right boob. She proceeded to stretch it in opposite directions , as if it was silly putty. Deborah moved to defend that orb. But the searing pain in her boobs was slowing her down now, and Morganna was able to keep ahead of her. They played this cat and mouse game for another thirty seconds, with Deborah seeking to defend her increasingly swollen and bruised melons.
She could see the clock from where she was, and knew she only had to last another 90 seconds. If she was lucky, maybe the refs would weigh her submission better than Morganna’s two points victories and they would go into a fourth round. Unfortunately for her, it was a moot point. The blonde had switched from twisting back to clawing, setting her nails against the top of Deborah’s boobs and raking them all the way over and down the tormented towers. On Deborah’s already beaten tits, the lines she drew were each a new source of agony. Within 15 seconds Deborah was screaming her surrender.
Morganna didn’t immediately release her defeated foe, instead raking her nails on last time. Satisfied with the tit torture, she took a moment to rest on top of the other woman, enjoying the adulation of the crowd. She got up, but only to readjust herself. She moved up over the defeated older woman. Feet directly on either side of her head, she looked down at the other woman who had turned on to her side- hands cradling her wounded tits. With a couple sharp kicks, Morganna forced her back onto her back. Then she turned around, so her ass was over Deborah’s head and moved to take a seat saying
“Actually, I think it’s you who is going to get to know my ass. Intimately”. Deborah had no choice but to lie there as Morganna’s pale twin globes slowly lowered onto her face. Once down, the blonde sinched her legs tighter pressing the black woman’s nose into her ass. She was content to sit there for a minute, flexing for photos, and enjoying the humiliation of her rival. Then she reach down, and grabbed Deborah’s legs swinging them up and folding them under her arms.
Once her rival was secured, she proceeded with the next phase of the punishment. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK she rained down a steady drumbeat of spankings onto the her rivals derriere. This proceeded for a solid two minutes, during which the only sound in the auditorium was the smack of flesh on flesh. Finally, as Deborah’s black ass betrayed just a hint of redness she stopped. Morganna’s hands were aching, but she didn’t let anyone know. The refs were nodding to her that the punishment round was almost over. But she had one last thing to do. Raising her ass a few inches off over Deborah’s face, she turned to look at her and delivered an ultimatum.
“Kiss my ass, and I’ll let you go. Otherwise, my fist is going in your pussy.” Deborah had no choice, and proceeded to show her obedience to the woman who had conquered her. Satisfied, Morganna released her legs and stood up. Her body hurt, her head was still spinning from the reversal and lucky break. But as she strode out the ring she couldn’t help but smile. She had won again. All of the bitches in the league would be gunning for her, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
