Sydney Sweeney slips out of her tee-shirt to wipe sweat from her forehead. Her red bikini clings tightly to her toned curves. The rising sun paints the Florida sky red. Syd’s been stretching out on this quiet beach and now waits for her nemesis, Dafne Keen, to appear. Syd has been planning her revenge for more than two weeks now. She’ll not let Keen’s cowardly assault go unpunished.
Dafne was surprised when she received a call from Sweeny shortly after the late-night beat-down she inflicted on the blonde.
“Beach challenge? Sure. So, ‘Good-Genes-Barbie,’ are you sure you want another beating?” Dafne jeered in that voice that Sydney found so irritating.
Recovered, rested, trained up—today, Sydney is ready for this nasty upstart. She looks up towards the empty parking lot to see Daphne emerge from her Porche. Keen slips out of her black shorts and tank top, throws them into the car. She stretches out in her brown bikini, grabs her water bottle and swaggers down the beach towards Sweeney.
Dafne marches up close as Sydney glares at her. The brunette tosses down her water bottle. Standing with hands on hips, her chest thrust out, Dafne’s dark eyes lock onto Sydney with unnerving intensity.
“No surprise attack today, bytch,” Sydney spits, “I’m going to destroy you. You’re no match for me in a fair fight. I’ll beat your second-rate boobs flat.”
You’ve got a big mouth, Syd. You don’t know when to shut up,” Dafne interrupts.
Sydney barely registers movement before Dafne crashes into her. A sharp, open palmed shove to the chest knocks air from Sydney’s lungs. Quickly she is snagged by strong arms, spun around and hip-tossed down to the wet sand. Syd lands on her back, more angry than hurt. But that’s before Dafne follows through with her right knee slamming down on Sydney’s collar bone. Dafne slaps Syd’s stunned face, squeezes her cheeks with her fingernails digging in. Keen smiles, pats Syd’s face and stands up. Before Sweeney can scramble up, Dafne’s foot slams into her belly. Pain shoots through Sydney’s core, sharp and deep. A second stomp cracks down, just above her crotch, forcing a choked gasp past the blonde’s lips.
Sydney rolls to her side, preparing to rise. She’s jerked back as Dafne’s fingers tangle viciously in Sydney’s ponytail, hauling her upright with brutal force. Tears sting Sydney’s eyes as her scalp screams. With one hand holding Sweeney’s head down, the other still yanking on her ponytail, Dafne’s piston’s her knee repeatedly upward, burying itself each time deep in Sydney’s stomach. Syd tries to keep her impressive abs tight but her shields can take only so much. Syd’s world blurs into nausea. Immobilized, nearly doubled over, practically retching, anticipating the next strike—instead the blonde feels Dafne’s hands clamp onto her shoulders and neck. With a grunt, Dafne snaps Sydney forward and down, driving her face-first onto her knee. Keen tosses the ragdoll blonde face-first to the sand. Sydney tastes salt, sand and blood as her teeth clip her lip.
Dafne steps back, breathing deep but controlled. She plants her hands on her hips, strong thighs flexing in anticipation. A smirk twists her lips.
"Fight me, bitch," she taunts, voice dripping with contempt. "You said you’d be ready. Are you ready now?"
Her eyes scan Sydney’s crumpled form. Sweat glistens on Dafne’s chest, outlining the impressive swell of her chest as she waits.
Sydney clears her head. She ignores the pain radiating from her belly and the pounding of her head where Dafne’s knee had struck. The metallic tang of blood on her tongue infuriates her. ‘WTF,’ Syd wonders to herself. She assures herself that she’s ready to make this arrogant young bytch pay. Well…WTF?
Sydney’s fingers press into the sand. Summoning her willpower and pride, she rolls onto her knees, then brings herself upright. She slaps her solid, well-defined abs defiantly. Her abused core remains tight.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Sydney spits.
Dafne watches, arms crossed, that smirk widening. "Took you long enough, Barbie."
Sydney ignores the barb. Her eyes narrow, assessing. Dafne stands slightly crouched, weight balanced evenly on the balls of her feet – a fighter’s stance. Stockier than the blonde in butt and thighs, Keen is herself well-toned and fit. Her posture radiates impatient power. Sydney notes the slight forward lean, the eager tension in Dafne’s jaw. ‘Relentless’ Syd remembers. And ‘impatient.’ I can use that, she considers…
Have
Sydney slides her own right foot back, settling into a solid boxing guard. Elbows tucked tight, knuckles raised protectively near her temples. Her breath steady, deepening into controlled rhythm.
Dafne explodes forward. Not a step, but a lunge. Sydney’s bends at the knees, slips under Dafne’s arms as she sets her thighs and slams an uppercut into the brunette’s belly. She quickly follows up with an elbow to the back of Dafne’s head that sends her sprawling toward the sand. Dafne catches herself before she splats and quickly spins around. Again, she lunges. Sweeney is surprised but ready. With perfect timing, Syd lets fly a spinning, head-hunting kick. Dafne manages to raise her arm enough to partially block it, but it nonetheless lands hard and Keen is thrown to the sand.
Sydney dances on her toes, her confidence surging. Keen is quickly on her feet, shaken but undeterred.
Dafne sets her guard, approaching the blonde a bit more cautiously. Dafne’s fist whips out, a blur aimed straight for Sydney's solar plexus. Sydney twists her torso, deflecting the punch with her forearm. But Dafne was already inside her guard. A brutal left hook slams into Sydney’s exposed ribs. Sydney grunts, staggering sideways. Before she can reset, Dafne unleashes a furious barrage. Two piston-fast punches hammer Sydney’s taut but pre-softened stomach muscles. A forearm slams across the blonde’s chest. Two more punches hammer Sydney’s abs as Dafne’s knee slices forward and jams Sweeney’s gut. The air whooshes from Sydney’s lungs, her abs scream in protest. She instinctively drops her hands to cover her belly.
Dafne spies the opening immediately. Her eyes flash with glee. She drives forward to plow her left forearm down into Sydney’s left breast, flattening the soft swell brutally against her ribcage. Sydney gasps-- a strangled sound of shock and pain tears from her throat as her body instinctively curls inward.
Dafne doesn’t stop. She follows the blonde’s backward stagger. A savage left hook smashed into Sydney’s right breast, compressing it with shocking force. Another meaty ‘thud.’ Sydney’s knees buckle, her arms flail uselessly as white-hot agony radiates from her chest.
Dafne presses her advantage ruthlessly. A third punch, a hard straight right, hammered Sydney’s sternum, driving the air she’d just sucked in back out in a pained wheeze. The impacts are not just painful; they are, by intent, humiliating, each blow a calculated assault on her pride as much as her body. Dafe's breast attack has Sydney in full retreat. Panic sets in as the blonde worries that she is no match for the younger, tougher brunette.
Sensing Sydney’s vulnerability, the raw flinch every time a fist lands near her battered chest, Dafne surges forward. She crashes into Sydney, strong arms wrapping around the blonde’s torso in a crushing bear hug. Sydney gasps, as pressure ignites fresh waves of pain from her bruised ribs and aching boobs. Dafne squeezes-- her own abundant chest pressing hard against Sydney’s marvels. The firm, unyielding pressure of Dafne’s young boobs flattened Sydney’s soft , battered flesh. Syd is held tight in an almost intimate, but thoroughly dominating embrace, designed to suffocate, punish and control. Sydney can feel the heat radiating from Dafne’s skin, the dampness of her bikini top, the relentless strength in her strong arms. Sweeney struggles grow weaker. Relentless, heartless, Dafne just tightens her grip, lifting Sydney slightly off her feet to sap all her resolve.
"Hurts, don’t it?" Dafne hisses in her ear, her breath hot nearly overwhelming poor Sydney. "Feels like they're gonna burst, do they?" She gives another brutal squeeze, emphasizing her point, as Sydney whimpers.
Panic, sharp and cold, slices through Syd’s haze of pain. The pressure on her chest is unbearable, each breath she draws is a ragged struggle against Dafne’s constricting arms. The humiliation of being woman-handled, her body overpowered, her prized boobs out gunned and used against her-- is as bad as the physical agony. Dafne starts to ragdoll her captive, bending her backward, shaking her from side to side, enjoying her domination.
"Stop!" Sydney chokes out, her voice thin and desperate. "Please!"
But Dafne only laughs, a low, cruel sound vibrating against Sydney’s ear. She pulses her squeezes, each firmer than before. Her biceps bulge, her own large breasts press even more firmly, painfully, into Sydney’s bust.
"Make me stop, Barbie," Dafne taunted, grinding her body against the blonde’s. "Or just admit you're a beaten has-been."
Her vice grip pressure intensifies, threatening to crack ribs. Sydney feels lightheaded, spots dancing before her eyes. The horizon seems to tilt. There is no escape, no technique to counter this raw, overwhelming strength holding her, crushing her.
"I SUBMIT!" The word ripped from Sydney’s throat, raw and ragged, like a seagull cry. "I submit! Please? I SUBMIT!"
It tastes like ash, the ultimate surrender. Dafne’s triumphant laugh booms, harsh and mocking.
"Knew you were soft!" she crows, her grip softens, then tightens vindictively.
Keeen lifts Sydney high, then slams her down hard onto the sand. Sydney hit with a gasp, the impact jolting her bruised body. Before she can curl reflexively, Dafne’s weight crashes down, straddling Sydney’s hips, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. Dafne leans in close, her dark hair falling around her face, sweat dripping onto Sydney’s heaving chest.
"Say it again," Dafne demanded, her free hand hovering threateningly near Sydney’s battered breasts. “Louder!”
Sydney squeezes her eyes shut, humiliation burning her cheeks. "I submit," she stammers.
"Pathetic," Dafne sneers.
Keen shifts her weight, grinding her hips down painfully onto Sydney’s pinned pelvis. Then, with deliberate cruelty, she lifts herself slightly and slams her full weight back down – not on Sydney’s hips, but higher. She sits down heavily, directly onto Sydney’s tender and tormented chest, her thick, powerful thighs framing the blonde’s shoulders. Sydney cries out, arching her back as best she can with the air forced from her lungs. Dafne laughs, a sound of pure dominance, bouncing slightly to drive the point home.
"Feels good, huh? Knowing you're nothing better than a butt cushion for a real woman?"
The brunette leans back, hands braced on her own thighs, savoring Sydney’s pained grimace beneath her.
"Look at you. The hot girl? Good genes? Hell no! You're just a beat-up, pancaked Barbie doll,” Dafne jeers.
A VW bus screeches to a halt in the parking lot. Billie Eilish flies out, running down the beach to rescue her girlfriend. Billie wears only a baggy tee-shirt and shorts. She had promised to be Sydney’s second, but lost track of time…
Seeing the blonde’s predicament, Billie’s usually cool expression has morphed into icy fury. Her eyes, wide with shock, dart from Dafne’s triumphant pose to Sydney’s defeated, helpless and humiliated form beneath her. Sydney’s face is streaked with tears and sweat, her chest visibly squashed under Dafne’s weight, her body trembling.
Billie is shouting as she runs, “Get off of her.”
Dafne watches, her gaze locked on Eilish. The air crackles with a new, dangerous tension.
Billie stops just a few feet away, fists clenched at her sides. Her eyes flicker to Sydney’s bruised and teary face, her split lip, the raw pain etched there, then snaps back to Dafne, blazing.
“Get off her, now!" Billie commands, her voice low but razor-sharp, cutting through Dafne’s cruel laughter. "Right now."
Dafne’s smirk hardens into defiance. She doesn’t get up. Instead, she shifts her weight, grinding down deliberately. Sydney gasps as fresh pressure assaults her battered chest.
"Or what, fatso?" Dafne sneers, sizing Billie up. "You gonna make me? You gonna cry?"
Billie steps closer. Like Sydney, she is taller than Dafne by a couple of inches, but her frame is more like Keen’s. She carries a solid, athletic weight honed by years of stage performance. Her thighs, sculpted beneath her shorts, look to be every bit as powerful as Dafne’s, and the swell of her chest beneath her oversized tee cannot hide her wondrous, oversized boobs.
Billie radiates a protective fury. She is coiled and ready.
"I said," Billie repeats, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "get off her."
Billie lunges, aiming to tackle Dafne off Sydney. But Dafne is ready. Instead of bracing, she explodes into Billes charge. Her left hand shoots out, not to block, but to grab Billie’s extended right wrist. Simultaneously, Keen pivots sharply on her right foot while pressing her left knee into poor Sydney’s body. Dafne uses Billie’s own momentum against her. Grunting, Dafne twists violently, yanking Billie’s arm across her body and driving her shoulder into Billie’s ribs. Billie gasps, her forward rush abruptly halted, her balance shattered. Before Eilish can recover, Dafne rises up, plants her feet and flings Billie over her hip-- a brutal, judo-inspired hip throw. Eilish crashees onto her back with a heavy thud, the impact knocking the wind out of her.
Billie is stunned, disoriented. Dafne pounces. She scrambles behind Billie’s head, her movements viper-quick. Before Billie can muster a defense, Dafne drives her knees hard into Billie’s shoulder blades, pinning her upper body flat to the sand. Dafne’s steely thighs clamp around Billie’s torso, just below her armpits. Billie bucked instinctively, but Dafne’s legs hold firm, anchoring her in place. With ruthless efficiency, Dafne snakes her arms under Billie’s armpits from behind, locking her hands together high on Billie’s chest. The camel clutch is locked in deep.
Billie’s eyes are wide as pain ripples through her spine. Dafne leans back, arching Billie’s upper body upward with brutal force. Billie’s back bows unnaturally, her face contorts in a silent scream.
"Not much of a calvary rescue, babe, You’re not so tough now!" Dafne hisses tightening her grip.
She can feel the muscles in Billie’s back straining against the pressure, the frantic thudding of her heart. Billie claws desperately at Dafne’s forearms, her nails scraping skin, but Dafne only wrenches back harder. Dafne laughs, a harsh, triumphant bark.
"Thought you were gonna save the little blonde tit-bag?" she mocks, twisting Billie’s head sharply to the side with one hand.
Billie’s neck tendons pulse, her breath coming in ragged hitches. In one fluid, vicious motion, Dafne releases the camel clutch and shoots forward. Her formidable thighs clamp around Billie’s neck as she locks in a figure-four head-scissors. Keen demonstrates her power as her legs toss Billie from left to right. But this isn’t Billie’s first rodeo. She works herself to her knees. Dafne tosses her over. Again Billie fights up to her knees as her and claw at Keen’s legs. Billie demonstrates her own power as she straightens her legs, lifting here butt up and forcing Keen onto her shoulders.
A silent battle rages. Dafne works to force Billie back down. Billie works to lean forward enough to break Keen’s hold. It looks like Billie may free herself—until Dafne grabs her foe’s feet and shoves her off balance. Billie crashes to the sand, disheartened and in trouble. Dafne resets her scissors tight. Billie’s eyes bulge, her mouth gasps in a soundless cry as crushing pressure cuts off her air and blood flow. Her face flushes deep crimson.
"Let me go!" Billie finally manages to gasp, the words thick and desperate.
Dafne ignores her. Billie’s hands flail uselessly against Dafne’s rock-hard legs. Billie bucks wildly, her powerful legs kicking air, but Dafne only tightens the choke, her expression cold and focused. Billie’s struggles grow weaker, her movements jerky and uncoordinated as hypoxia set in.
Sydney, revived just enough, rushes to the aid of her girlfriend. The blonde kicks Dafne in the boobs until she releases the devastating hold.
Keen focuses her attention on Sweeney. As she unlocks her thighs, Dafne kicks Billie in the head leaving her gasping and choking on the mat, her face a deep, mottled purple as she gulps in huge, ragged breaths.
Dafne turns just enough to seize and twist Syd’s offending leg. With a curse, Keen throws Sydney backwards, down to the sand. A quick glance at Billie and Dafne is up to stalk Sydney.
Sydney is on her feet, shaken but ready to defend. Her red bikini top is disheveled, barely covering her bruised boobs. Dafne stops to admire her handy work. Without a word, Dafne reached behind to unclip her own bikini bra. She tosses it aside, standing bare-chested, her large, firm, mostly unbattered boobs glistening with sweat. Sydney flinches, fearing what’s coming. Dafne’s hands rub and coddle her own tits as she moves in on the blonde. Sweeney scrambles back, but Dafne is too fast. She grabs a fistful of Sydney’s blonde hair and yanks her head forward violently, burying the blonde’s face deep into the soft, warm valley between her breasts.
Sydney struggles, her muffled cries smothered by the suffocating pressure of Dafne’s flesh. Dafne holds her there, one hand clamped around of Sydney’s head, the other planted firmly on her hip, grinding the blonde’s face against her skin. The scent of sweat fills Sydney’s nostrils. Dafne’s gaze turns again towards Billie, who is finally pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, coughing violently, her eyes streaming tears.
"See this, Eilish?" Dafne taunts, her voice thick with dominance. "This is what happens to washed-up Barbies." She pressed Sydney’s face even harder, making the blonde gag. "And wanna-be heroes, too!’
Billie staggers to her feet, swaying slightly, her face still flushed a deep, angry red from the choke-out. But her eyes burn with pure, unadulterated fury. They lock onto Sydney’s trembling form, her girlfriend’s face buried helplessly against Dafne’s bare chest, that lovely lithe body limp with defeat. The sight ignited something primal in Billie.
"LET HER GO!" Billie roars. She lifts her tee shirt to wipe tears and snot from her face, peels off the shirt and stands, her unharnessed, magnificent chest heaving.
"You cowardly bytch! You sneak attacked her! You’re a nasty bully. Let Sydney go and fight me, you psycho,” Billie snarls.
Billie takes a deliberate, heavy step forward. Billie’s voice drips with venom, her taller frame radiates a dangerous, protective energy as she advances. Her eyes never drift from Dafne’s, challenging, daring her to release Sydney and fight her again..
Dafne’s smirk returns wider, crueler. She pulls Syd’s face from her chest, backhands her face and shoves Sydney away with contemptuous ease, sending the blonde sprawling back onto the sand. Syd is too jugged-out to do anything but collapse where she lands.
Dafne narrows her focus entirely on Billie, a predator sizing up wounded prey. She takes in the
"Oh, I’ll fight you, Eilish," Dafne purrs, her voice low and dangerous. She rolls her powerful shoulders, the muscles in her bare back ripple. Her firm breasts rise and fall with her controlled breathing. "But don’t cry when I break you."
Keen’s dark eyes flicker down Billie’s body. Her eyes, linger on Billie’s tits.
“Oh my, those heavy tits of yours are impressive. What a target!” Dafne threatens, her voice sharpening into a taunt. "My girls want to crush them into submission. Let’s see if yours can handle the pressure." She takes a step forward, her stance widening, her hands curling into fists. "Or are they just for show, like your pathetic girlfriend's pathetic pair?"
Billie’s response is immediate and fierce. Her eyes blaze with fury. Her hands cup her plus-sized F-cup breasts. She lifts them presses them together and lets them loose to bounce and jiggle heavily with what some might call a mesmerizing motion before settling against her chest. Pale, soft-looking and undeniably massive, their weight visibly pulling them down slightly. Sweat glistens in the valley between them and across their smooth curves. Billie stands ready, her posture radiating defiance. She doesn’t’ try to protect her girls. Instead, she raised her fists, knuckles white, her breasts a prominent, vulnerable target.
"Come on then, psycho," Billie growls, her voice thick with rage. "Show me what your ‘girls’ can do. Or are you all bark when you’re out-gunned?"
Dafne’s predatory grin widens
“Oh how I luv me a good tit-fight!” she chortles.
She exploded forward, her bare skin glistening in the growing heat. Billie braces, shifting into a solid boxing stance, her guard high to protect her head and upper body. But Dafne’s speed is unreal. She feinted a jab towards Billie’s face, causing the taller woman to flinch and raise her guard higher. In that split second, Dafne dips low, her thick legs propelling her inside Billie’s wide stance. Billie’s eyes widened in shock as Dafne slipped past her raised fists entirely, entering the danger zone untouched.
Before Billie can react, Dafne uncoils. Her right fist snaps upward in a vicious, piston-like uppercut, connecting squarely under Billie’s left tit with a sickening thwack. Billie’s tries to spin away, but another fist pummels her right tit. Tears well up in Billie’s eyes. She staggers back, dropping her guard completely. Dafne doesn’t let her recover. She drives her right knee deep into Billie’s gut. Air blasts from Billie’s lungs in a pained whoosh. She is doubled over, gasping, as her massive breasts swing heavily forward.
Dafne is already moving. She slides forward, her left arm snaking around Billie’s throat from the front. With brutal efficiency, Dafne locked her arm tight, cinching Billie’s neck in a crushing reverse headlock. Using her endless leg and core strength, Dafne wrenches backwards, bending the 2” taller woman violently over her hip. Billie’s back is arched painfully, her face contorted and her big ol’ breasts thrust helplessly upward and outward, presenting perfect, vulnerable targets. Dafne’s right fist is already cocked. And down it comes pounding on Billie's soft flesh, beating those boobs relentlessly.
Thud! Dafne’s fist hammered Billie’s left breast, flattening it against her ribs with brutal force. Billie’s scream was choked off by the headlock. Thud! A savage right hook smashed into her right breast, compressing the soft flesh with shocking violence. Billie bucks wildly, her legs kicking air, but Dafne holds her bent position like a vise, raining blows onto the exposed mounds. Thud-thud-thud! Each impact drums a sickening rhythm of domination. Billie’s vision blurs, tears of pain and humiliation blurring the harsh Floria sun. Billie’s pain is intense, radiating through her chest, stealing her breath, her strength and resolve leaks out with every brutal punch.
‘She’s breaking me!’ That through, cold and terrifying, races through Billie’s brain. ‘She’s breaking me just like she broke Syd…’
But that thought – Syd. The image of her girlfriend, crumpled and defeated, flashes behind Billie’s watering eyes. It ignites a spark, white-hot and furious. The pain, instead of sapping her, suddenly crystallizes into a single, laser-focused point of rage.
‘No. Not like Syd. Not today. With a guttural roar that rises from her constricted throat, Billie stops resisting the headlock. Instead, she summoned every ounce of her powerful frame and twists into her tormentor, driving her shoulder and entire body weight violently backwards into Dafne’s center of gravity.
The sudden, unexpected counter-shove catches Dafne completely off guard. Dafne stumbles backwards, her grip on Billie’s neck loosening as her feet scramble to maintain her balance. Billie, fueled by adrenaline and sheer will, drives harder, using her taller frame and her momentum to bulldoze them both off their feet.
They crash to the sand in a tangle of limbs, Billie landing heavily on top. Dafne grunts, momentarily winded. Billie scrambles, pushing off Dafne’s bare chest, her large, bruised breasts swinging down on Keen’s face as she kicks free and lurches to her feet. Sweat plasters dark strands of hair to her flushed, furious face. A short distance away, Dafne iss already up, somehow bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, her expression a mix of annoyance and renewed focus. She looks like she’s been in a fight (or two), but mostly untouched, her own young breasts firm, well rounded and unmarked, a stark contrast to Billie’s reddened, swelling flesh.
Driven by rage and the desperate need to protect Sydney, Billie charges again. A headlong, furious rush, her fists clenched, aiming to overwhelm Dafne with sheer aggression. But Dafne is nonplused. Billie closes the distance, her guard instinctively high to shield her throbbing chest. Dafne, with fluid grace, sidesteps. Billie’s momentum carries her past, stumbling off-balance. In that instant, Dafne’s, ever-ready leg snaps out like a whip. The kick lands with brutal precision, the sole of Dafne’s sneaker connecting squarely with the center of Billie’s retreating backside.
Startled, Eilish crashes face-first onto the sand, her large breasts slamming painfully against the unforgiving surface. Before she can even gasp, Dafne is on her. She drives her knee hard into the Billie’s back, pinning her down. Dafne grabs fistfuls of Billie’s dark hair, yanking her head back violently, arching her spine. Billie’s chest lifts off the hot sand, her breasts thrust forward and vulnerable. Dafne leans down, her breath hot on Billie’s ear as she grabs both of her foe’s tits, squeezing and twisting.
"Pathetic," Keen hisses. "Your big tits are just anchors. Stick to pillow fights!" With a final, contemptuous tit-twist, she shoves Billie’s face back into the sand, then stands up.
Dafne meanders over to the still groggy Sydney. Keen grabs hold of Sydney hair, hauls her up, lifts here across her shoulders in a backbreaker and walks over to Billie’s prone form. Keen torments Syd for a few seconds, then throw her down on top of Billie.
“What a lovely couple,” Dafne chortles, “ Both useless bytches who can’t fight worth a damn,”
Billie sputters, then slowly, moves Sydney to the side. Billie groans, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, her body trembling. Every breath sends waves of fire through her bruised chest and aching back. Sweat drips from her chin onto the ground. Meanwhile, Dafne stands proud, arms hanging loosely at her sides. She doesn’t bounce or shift; she is unnervingly still, radiating cold confidence. Slowly, deliberately, Dafne thrust her bare chest forward. Her large, firm breasts stand proud and nearly unmarked, glistening with sweat, golden in the relentless sunlight. Billie is on her feet, determined.
A cruel smirk plays on Dafne’s lips as she curled her fingers inward, motioning Billie forward with a slow, taunting beckon.
"Come on, Eilish," Dafne purrs, her voice dripping with disdain. "My girls can take your saggy overweight girls. Show me what those heavy sacks are good for besides being shock absorbers when you fall."
Fury, raw and blinding, surged through Billie. Saggy? The insult cuts as deep as punches. Pride mutes the screaming agony in her chest. She sees Sydney’s tear-streaked face in her mind. ‘No retreat.’ Not now.
With a guttural cry, Billie surges forward. She lowers her head to drivee her entire weight towards Dafne. Her large, pale breasts swing heavily, leading the charge.
Dafne’s smirk vanishes, replaced by surprise as Billie crashes into her, not with fists, but with her entire upper body. Chest meets chest with a heavy, wet smack. Billie plants her feet, pushing forward with everything she has, using her height and weight advantage to drive Dafne back a step. The impact sends shockwaves through both women. Billie gasps as her already bruised flesh collided violently with Dafne’s firm, unyielding boobs. Dafne grunts, her eyes widening slightly at the sheer, unexpected force of the collision. She’s out-gunned, but unrelenting.
They strain, chests press flush, slick with sweat. Billie’s large, soft breasts are slowly flattened against Dafne’s rock-hard cups, distorting under the unnerving pressure. Dafne pushs back, digging her feet into the sand, her shoulders and core driving forward. Billie’s breasts yield, swelling outward around the sides of Dafne’s more compact mounds. A brutal shove from Dafne sends the women staggering apart for a split second. Billie, fueled by rage, swings wildly. Her right fist, aimed at Dafne’s left tit wanders wide. Dafne ducks inside, her own fist snapping out to bury itself in Billie’s left boob. The punch lands squarely, flattening the soft, pale flesh against Billie’s ribs. Billie cries out, staggering back, her breast bouncing heavily as it recoiled, already reddening where Dafne’s knuckles have struck.
Dafne doesn’t let up. She surges forward, her movements fluid and graceful. As Billie instinctively hunches, trying to shield her throbbing chest, Dafne’s arms quickly wrap around Billie’s bare back, fingers splayed wide, pulling Billie forward. At the same instant, Dafne thrusts her hips and chest upward with explosive power. Her boobs ram hard into Billie’s battered chest. The impact is brutal, bone-deep. Billie’s cry is a sharp gasp of pure agony. Her eyes mouth opens in a silent scream as crushing harder mounds press deep into her sensitive, bruised, pancaked flesh. Dafne held her there, locked chest-to-chest, grinding her own unyielding mounds against Billie’s softness.
Billie sputtered, "Please let me to. You are too much for me."
Dafne ignores the choked plea. She tightens her grip, fingers digging into the sweat-slick skin of Billie’s back, pulling her impossibly closer. With a deep grunt of extreme effort, Dafne thrust her hips and chest upward again, driving her hard breasts deeper into the yielding softness of Billie’s F-cups.. Billie’s head lolls back, eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners as a fresh wave of agony radiates through her chest. Her once wonderous boobs are utterly overwhelmed by Dafne’s relentless assault.
A cruel smile spread across Dafne’s face as she savored Billie’s helplessness. Still holding her locked chest-to-chest, Dafne begins to bend Billie backwards, arching her spine unnaturally. Billie’s feet scramble in the sand, but her balance is gone. The pressure intensified, focusing on her lower ribs and diaphragm. Billie whimpers, a high-pitched sound of pure distress, her hands fluttering weakly against Dafne’s sides. Dafne holds her there for a long, agonizing moment, suspended in the painful arch, before releasing her grip with a sudden, contemptuous shove. Billie crashes backwards onto the sand, landing hard on her shoulder blades. She remains gasping, dazed, staring up at the harsh summer sky.
Dafne takes a step back, breathing heavily. She is soaked in sweat. Her redden tits drips large beads down on the sand from her nipples. Rivers flow down across her bare, heaving chest, tracing her curves, running down her battle-tested abs. Her chest rises and falls with each breath. Her cheeks are flushed pink from exertion but she stands defiantly proud. With a low grunt, Dafne reachs up and rubs her palms firmly over her own mounds, kneading both soft flesh and the muscle beneath. Her fingers traced the slight indentations left by the fierce pressure of the chest-to-chest clash. Her breasts are hot, alive, vibrating with the power she’s just exerted. They’d taken the impact, absorbed the force, and won. She smirks, looking down at Billie’s crumpled form.
“My tits are glorious. Hers look like bruised fruit,” Daphne proclaims.
Leaving Billie for a moment, Dafne turns her attention back towards the groggy Sydney.
"Oh good, you're awake enough for the grand finale," Keen chortles.
Keene reaches down to grab a handful of blonde hair. She drags Sweeney across the sand, nearer to the rumpled and gulping form of her beat-down girlfriend. Dafne puts Sydney into a tight headlock , forcing the blonde's teary face into her all conquering boobs.
Dafne stands over Eilish, holding Sweeney tight, breathing deep and steadily. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across her face.
"Pathetic, both of you" she murmurs, her voice thick with contempt.
Keen takes a moment to rub her sweaty boobs slowly across Sydney's face, feeling her own firm nipples hard in their victory. Dafne lets Sweeney fall to the ground. She steps forward to hair-haul Billie up to her wobbly feet. Smiling, Dafne backhands Billie across her face, and then pulls the singer's red and teary face into her proud jugs. Billie squirms and protests weakly, slapping Dafne’s sides for a few brief moments.
"Taste that, Eilish? That's victory," Dafne taunts, grinding Billie's face into her sweat-slicked cleavage. Billie gasps, her breath hot and desperate against Dafne's skin, her bruised breasts heaving against the pressure. Dafne holds her there for a long moment, savoring the submission, before shoving Billie back down onto the sand. Billie lands hard on her back, her body limp, eyes glazed.
Keen again turns her attention to the dazed and helpless Sydney, once more placing her into a headlock, once more forcing the blonde’s face into her boobs. Dafne marches forward, holding Sweeney tight as she straddles Billie’s prone form. Grinning ear to ear, Dafne slips down, sitting heavily on Billie’s thoroughly beaten chest. Billie moans in agony. Sydney sputters, once more jugged-out and gasping for breath.
“I win! You both suck, Dafne proclaims, with no one daring to disagree.
