The injuries inflicted put both newly crowned alpha bitches in the hospital, they had won, but the price had been her right eye. Numerous broken bones, and scars that would forever remain on their naked flesh. But that still didn't remove the smile from their faces she had won, and proven herself the alpha bitch of her family. Side by side the newly crowned alpha bitches rested. "Your really sick killing your sister, and your twin at that." "Oh please bitch we knew something would be settled one day either she died by my hand, or another all that matters is your next sister." "half sister bitch." "Doesn't change the fact your mother decided to spread her legs like a whore, and birth 2 bastards that not only killed each other, but have forced me to kill my own sister." "You don't regret killing your twin, you loved every moment of it, its in our blood after all grands, and the pitts have been fighting, and killing each other for generations." "Yes we have, but soon enough my ancestor charlotte can finally see her bloodline conquer her rivals." "My ancestor Patricia will be smiling when she sees how her bloodline conquered her twins at last." It was painful to speak, but they still managed to growl, snarl, hiss, and curse each other.
Charlotte, and Patricia were fraternal twins from a well established, and extremely rich household they were the only daughters to the Grand Pitt Boxing league. Both young girls had completely, and utterly hated her twin knowing in her heart, and soul that the business belonged to her, and her alone not this pretender.
Growing up they excelled in everything they were taught matched in intellect, strength, speed, agility, manner, and beauty by her twin. Patricia was a golden blonde, and brown eyed beauty with enormous boobs, a toned flat stomach, a thick juicy ass, and long muscular luscious legs while her twin was her physical equal she had striking jet black hair, and brown eyes. Their mother had died birthing them something they blamed the other for, but their father doted on his daughters training them to defend themselves, and one day inherit his business it was during this time that their father introduced a young man who was the son of a dear friend of his. Clark Staff At first was hated by both twins as they saw him attempting to usurp their rightful place as head of the grand pitt boxing league.
She looked over at her sister and gave her a 'he's-mine-back-off-bitch' glare as she sent her a definite 'fuck you he's-mine-bitch' stare. The twins had always been rather competitive in their dress and dancing and attraction of boys. There was a mutual sense of jealousy and dislike, and although they'd never gone as far as to 'cross nylons' (so to speak), this wasn't the first time they'd been catty with each other.
But Clark wasn't interested in either of the women; at first he devoted everything to help their father bring the Grand Pitt Boxing League to new heights, but as he worked side by side with both, or just twin he found himself drawn to the seductive, and alluring sisters, when they kissed him. he had finally unleashed the beast beneath leaving both of them breathless, and soaking wet much to their embarrassment, and joy he grew bolder seeing their compliance, and eagerness peppering her soft skin with such light kisses, and licks it sent them into a mad frenzy for his cock, but he denied them again, and again until one day she managed to seclude him, and then from there he was simply out for terrific sex and to take advantage of their beautiful bodies. Both were both hot smoking asses. So Patricia fucked him Tuesday and charlotte fucked him Wednesday. Patricia fucked him Thursday and Charlotte fucked him Friday - and all day on Saturday! Patricia fucked him all day Sunday, then She fucked him again early Monday morning. Charlotte fucked him all day Monday and Patricia fucked him on Tuesday. Anytime she heard soft knock A big grin spread across her face as she knew it was clark coming over for a taste of her pussy. It had been days since they'd last made love, and she was starting to care for him even more, and she knew then that She was falling in love.
This continued for weeks, months, and finally after a 1 year, both were pregnant they were beyond excited so much so neither for the entire year had paid any attention to each other not since their father passed away this was news that would surely place herself as the best candidate for heir. Walking into his room only to be confronted with the sight of her heavily pregnant twin sister entering the same time as her. The shock, the confusion, and the question died as they glanced at her swollen womb. The color drained from their face, only to return with their hatred, loathing, jealously, anger, and bloodlust surging beyond control. Clark walked in to see his 2 lovers confront each other. Both tore into him, and into each other. "You fucking man stealing bitch!" "You couldn't just kill my mother, but you take my lover, and his seed to produce a bastard you man stealing cxnt." "I've let you be for to long it seems well that changes today fucking whore." "You've no idea what i've been holding back, but now the gloves come off dirty slut." "Homewrecker!" "Skank!" "Floozie!" "Whore!" "Slut!" "Hoochie!" "Bitch!" "cxnt!" "I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!" "I HATE YOU!!!!!!"
Both lunged their heavily pregnant bellies smacking each other as they finally sank their claws into her twins hair, and tried gouging out her eyes. He separated them both while they snarled, growled, hissed, cursed, and screamed at each other. That day on had both sisters utilizing everything in their power to defame, and destroy her sister the battle lines were drawn, and she had no intention of giving any quarter, mercy, surrender, or chance for the man stealing whore. The Grand Pitt boxing league was leading the world in trends as catfights became highly sought after as many could see the 2 warring twins settle this in the ring. A decision that would forever change history. Charlotte, and Patricia went into labor side by side screeching, and cursing each other to give birth to their daughters Margaret, & Cynthia. While they looked on the bastard daughter of their lover with disgust their own daughter was the pride, and joy of their life. Raising, and caring for their daughter forced both sisters to call a temporary truce, but they swore when they were ready the war would truly begin.
Their daughters were growing fast, and were raised with the knowledge their aunt, and half sister had stolen their fathers, and their birthright from them. One day in private the 2 sisters confronted each other With hands on hips, dressed in her black dress, & matching nylons and heels. She shook back her hair and folded her arms across her chest. She looked hot and ready to fight. "I know you're sleepin' with my man and I want it stopped one bastard is bad enough."
"YOUR man? I slept with him first, bitch, and your bastard is the problem," said Patricia.
"I slept with him first and I'm sleepin' with him permanently my daughter should have a legitimate sister," said Charlotte.
"No, bitch. I don't think so my daughter needs a sister that isn't stained by your foul cxnt,"
"Is that right, bitch. Well my daughter will know at least whom her father belongs to,"
Snarling they both could feel her sisters cxnt as her claws raked across her pussy gliding across her clothes, the knowledge the man she loved had slept with this bitch was a wedge that needed to be sealed shut. "I challenge you for clark." They looked each other in the eye as they had spoken in unison. "No quarter, no mercy, no surrender we've hated each other since birth, we hate each other for stealing our man, and we hate each other for standing in the way of our inheritance. We fight to the death till only one remains standing, the losers bastard will lose everything, and the winners daughter gets her father, and rightful place as head of the Grand Pitt boxing league."
The match was held with more 4 millions people watching from around the country, and soon enough it was globally watched as the viewers bore witness to the rise of a sport that would forever change the world.
For years they had dreamed of ending their twins life while having their lover watch, and take them like the whores he alone was capable of reducing them to, but now their dreams had changed from not just taking their sisters life, but that of her bastards as well.
Garbed in clinging top that struggled to contain her enormous jiggling boobs they came forward their shoulder length hair swung freely as they slipped beneath the ropes due to the unique setting of this match a referee was not needed, but their mutual lover had volunteered. He stood as the 2 women he loved faced off, his only job was to pull the victor off the corpse of the defeated. As they could fight with everything, and anything at their disposal. Both women could not help, but walk up to him, and kiss him for all the world to see who was their man, and their mate, but they forced to contend with their twin both tasted his lips, and felt his love, and passion only to be ripped away, or shoved by their twin snarling they faced off.
The loud and metallic clang of the bell beckoned the two boxers to come out and face each other for it was time.
Her footwork was top-notch and frequently beguiled the opponents she faced, but those vaunted skills were failing her in this fight. Her height and reach advantages had likewise been ineffective at keeping her twin on the end of her punches. Round after round, They pressed the pace of battle and forced her hated twin to engage her blow for blow. The steady work had whittled them down. Hurt her. Most importantly, left her discouraged. Their fists likewise hadn't done any favors for her appearance, and the measure of her twins battered visage.
She was resolved to play the role of the aggressor despite her instincts, and training, and she immediately went on the attack. Patricia held her arms in close and kept herself well protected as she waited fort her right hand - when it came, she ducked in beneath it and tagged the brunettes right breast with a snapping left. Charlotte groaned as the stiff punch to the tender target put her on her heels, but she did not shy away - instead, she seemed intent on standing her ground and paying the whore back.
Charlotte slipped a left and came in low, this time landing a right to Patricia waistline. Her next punch, a sidearm left, forcefully pounded the blonde's flank. She took a blunt cross to the forehead in return, but with it came an opening for her to land a swift right uppercut to her opponent's chin. Patricia instantly felt the magic of that blow in her legs - as they shimmied and threatened to buckle beneath her, she managed to stumble forward and get her arms around her twin, tying up for a clinch. Clinging to each other briefly they batted at her sides with short punches.
Patricia left jab snapped out and landed twice to Charlottes cheek - she was not probing with these punches, as evident from the way they knocked the brunettes head back. Charlotte instinctively replied with a right that was off-balance, but nonetheless managed to connect with Patricia's upper chest. She tried now for a left to the blondes jaw, but instead took one to her own as her twins right cross landed first. She stayed on her and plugged away to the bitches midsection with both hands, forcing her to gradually cede more ground. She was undeterred by the punches that Charlotte threw in receipt - both fighters wanted to trade.
She was becoming increasingly desperate as her twin weathered, and matched her ferocity blow for blow continued to harry her. They could see it growing in the other woman's eyes every time she got hit. Could also feel the same dreadful sentiment in the whores labored breaths and tired muscles. as their bodies honed to perfection were beaten, and battered by the one they hated most in this world every blow was met with more forceful and more numerous punches - too much more of it, and she'd be completely at her mercy.
The moment finally came as she squared up and went all in with a furious right and left cross, each one coming at remarkable speed and carrying enough force to take her sisters head off. They had been patiently waiting for just such a volley, but even then it was still only by a sliver of an inch that she managed to bob out of the punches' trajectories. She tried again with another right cross, but this time she lunged in with a right hook of her own. Even when disoriented and hurt, She yearned to continue fighting as she loaded up with another Hail Mary right, as her right hook struck with thunderous clout to the jaw, swiveling the whores head violently and sending her crashing to the canvas at the ropes.
Her ears were filled with the sound of enthusiastic cheers coming from the crowd, brought to its feet by the knockdown.
Survival had come at a great cost. Blonde, and Brunette sisters struggled to stand vomiting out blood, saliva, teeth, and fluids as they stood swaying on their feet which were trembling, and shaking greatly, Though She was on her feet, clark knew that the effort it took to get there had completely and utterly used them up. For more then 60 minutes the 2 women had fought with everything in their arsenal beating, and being beaten beyond recogination, and repair at this point their once fair, and flawless skin was stained red with blood, and sweat, their eyes swollen, and sealed shut by the copious amounts of blood, and sweat clogging their sight. They were staring vacantly and swaying unsteadily where she stood - her groggy and uncomprehending state was all too clear as she barely kept her gloves up, But despite this, a fight such as this demanded a dramatic conclusion, and no one would think to intervene prematurely and deny
Her eyes were glassy and her head lolled drowsily as she threw a pair of lefts in succession, insurance shots to the abbs and breast, before turning on her hips and letting loose with another right hook. This last punch landed squarely on her sisters chin and again snapped her head to the side with brutal efficacy - she tilted forward and sank to the canvas once more, sprawling out face-down. Side by side they their cheeks pressed against each other as their beaten, and pulverized tits kept them propped up to a certain degree.
"Give in whore, I am better." "Never you give in slut, I am the better woman." "I've always been the better sister, and daughter you killed my mother, and now your trying to take the man I love you will rot in hell for doing this to me." They spoke in unison forcing themselves to stand biting at each others cheeks, and ears as they clinched to their knees, and then to their feet.
The lights were blinding.
They gingerly rolled over and began a valiant attempt to get up, but in her present condition such things were easier said than done. Her body responded sluggishly to her commands, threatening to betray her as she desperately tried to rise. But at last, with one final heroic bid to get up, the 2 twins managed to pull herself off of the canvas.
Her sisters right was a blur as it moved with lightning speed and struck thunderously. Their hands were still low and she was wide open as the violent blow rocked her head sideways and sent her reeling into the ropes.
They struggled briefly against the other woman who wished to rob them of everything they could possess, and the man they loved as she fought to keep her very life, and that of her daughters to the inheritance that was rightfully hers.
Fresh shouts of anguish were being torn from her lips as hooks clubbed at the outsides of her tits and straight crosses thrust into them head-on, each making contact with a weighty impact. The battle of beating, and pulverizing her twins tits was finally ended by an uppercut that ripped into the underside of her left breast, simultaneously silencing her fists and yielding the loudest scream of the night. Their eyes pinched shut as the agony inflicted upon her by this last blow overwhelmed all of her senses, a feeling that only intensified as another pair of uppercuts plowed into her rack. Their legs shimmied as they began to buckle beneath her, and she threw herself forward once again - this time, she managed to get her arms around twin and tie up for a clinch.
The tight embrace of the two fighters laid everything bare and left nothing unrevealed between them. Their breaths were labored and her muscles felt tired as she held on to sister.
The two fighters finally separated.
"PATRICIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"CHARLOTTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Her swollen, and blood sealed eyes gleamed brightly and proudly as they drilled into her twin; they blazed with an untamed ferocity and captivating intensity that was capable of sweeping away the last remains of her twins resistance all on their own.
They were the last thing that she would see. A punishing left hook shot out like a flash and swept across her jawline, producing a violently gorgeous head-swivel in its wake.
The crowd was speechless as the 2 twin sisters using the last effort of all their strength completely, and utterly snapped her twins head 180 degrees. Till it stopped both falling forward tit to tit as their twisted necks faced behind them. The Cheers were beyond deafening as the 2 young girls daughters of the 2 women who had just clashed ignored everything, and turned to look at her half sister the bitch who cost her her mother, and inheritance.
The Death Boxing League would become the #1 sport, and what sealed the deal to the great legacy of this sport was the long standing, and blood stained feud of the Grands, & pitts.
She was still lying on the bed where she'd fallen. Every one of her muscles felt inert, bereft of any impetus to move under their own power - it had been as if someone had simply just flipped a switch and shut her entire body off. Her hazy thought processes were regaining their coherence as she roused from her slumber, and she could make out the sounds of another battered, and beaten woman filling the air. The gravity of what had transpired quickly came crashing down - She was the Alpha Bitch of her family.
No words were said between the two half sister adversaries. None needed to be, as their exchanged looks spoke for them in an intense flurry of mixed emotions. There was no hint of any joy to be found in her expression, she was savoring that she had killed her own twin to establish herself as the alpha bitch of their rival families, her own twins death by her own hands gave them both immense confidence they had killed one sister, and soon enough their bastard half sister would follow soon enough.
Thus, the two continued to hold their gazes with each other, staring with eyes that bared anything and everything to one another.
It was a fateful moment that the 2 half sisters would share together side by side in the hospital knowing soon enough this bitch laying by her side would be a corpse, and their families long standing rival, and feud would be put to rest.
She savored the sound of their cheers and the sight of what her fists had wrought. The check up on her sisters corpse was a formality at this point - Mandy, & Katelyn hadn't moved from where she'd fallen, and she clearly would not be making any effort to get up ever again. Sandy, & Cathleen's elation rose and her stoic demeanor receded, replaced by a delighted mangled, and bloodied grin on her face and her weary, ,and battered arms lifted in triumph above her head. She could not have asked for better from victory and defeat. One fighter stood tall and proud, while the other lay ruined - picture perfect in every way.
It was a fateful moment that the brunette and blonde half sisters would share together.
Sandy Pitt, & Cathleen Grand despite the pain, and agony coursing through every fiber of their being were pleased knowing soon enough they would settle which family was the only Alpha Bitch.
