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Duel in a forest clearing

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Offline Alexandra X

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Duel in a forest clearing
« on: October 05, 2025, 10:03:08 AM »
Marina looked at her phone for the tenth time, her rival was late... Had she really lost her nerve? Marina thought. No, that couldn't be right. Her rivalry with Olga had been going on for a year. The classmates had disliked each other from the start. Marina, the long-haired blonde, and Olga, the brunette with the boyish bob. Their mutual dislike was compounded by their constant rivalry. Both girls were keen on track and field, and running tests turned into personal rivalries... The 100-meter dash, the two kilometers—the girls gave it their all, just to avoid losing. Olga, a year older, was haughty and constantly trying to demonstrate her superiority. Marina, with her explosive nature and unwillingness to back down, responded to her attacks, and several times their verbal altercations escalated into fights. But it never went beyond a couple of slaps. And so, after summer break, the girls got into a serious fight. A brief but fierce fight broke out in the gym locker room. Grabbing each other by the hair, the rivals fell to the floor, raining blows on each other. The classmates, with difficulty, pulled the thrashing tangle apart. Both were held tightly, preventing the girls from engaging in combat again, and all they could do was hurl threats and insults at each other. Marina decided things couldn't go on like this and needed to sort things out.
And so, two days later, on a Sunday morning, she was waiting for her rival at the bus stop where they had agreed to meet. She was running late... The blonde shrugged and looked at her phone screen again. When she looked up, she saw the brunette getting off the minibus.
It was Sunday morning, and the bus stop was sparsely populated, so Olga spotted her rival immediately. Walking confidently toward her, she stopped, stared silently into her eyes for a few seconds, and then said, "Well, shall we go?"
Half an hour later, the girls stood opposite each other in a picturesque clearing. The silence was broken only by the sound of birds landing on the trees and taking off from the branches.
Marina was literally shaking with adrenaline coursing through her veins. She'd devised a tactic, deciding to use her fists and pull her opponent's hair. She also had an ace up her sleeve: she'd been practicing a kick a friend had told her about for days, called mae geri in karate, hoping to win this way. Olga, confident in her abilities, decided to simply knock her opponent down, mount her, and give her a good hair-pulling and slapping.
The girls approached each other, so close that the tips of their noses touched. Marina pressed her jutting chest against Olga's. Snorting softly, the blonde pressed even harder against Olga—crushing her with both her breasts and her firm belly. "How strong she is…" the brunette thought, involuntarily retreating. Marina, taking a deep breath, blurted out right in her face:
"So, bitch, are you ready to lick my sneakers?"
In response, the brunette's right hand, as if of its own accord, flew back and landed a resounding slap on Marina. Marina recoiled and swiftly struck back.
With an Indian war cry, the girls rushed at each other. Marina, avoiding a hold, began striking her face. Olga countered with punches, trying to catch her opponent's hands without attacking. Two successful strikes forced the brunette to cover her face with her hands, and Marina, with a squeal of excitement, grabbed her opponent by the hair and began kneeing her, indiscriminately. Olga nearly cried, trying to pry her opponent's fingers from their grip on her hair. Another knee to the stomach sent the brunette slumping in pain, but suddenly she dove at Marina's legs, falling to her knees, catching one of her opponent's legs and pressing forward. The blonde, however, hopped a couple of times on one leg, trying to find her balance, gasped, and fell, losing her grip. Olga immediately fell on top of her, and the girls, panting, squealing, and moaning, rolled across the ground. The tangled mass of bodies rolled over a couple of times and froze: Marina found herself on her back. With a squeal, she arched her back, then twisted her hips in an attempt to lift her back off, but Olga grabbed her neck and hair, pressed her breasts against her face, spread her legs wide, and abruptly brought the blonde back down, groaning piteously. By that point, she had managed to lift one shoulder blade off the ground. Marina, wrinkling her nose in offense, arched again, spreading her legs wide and pushing her toes into the ground. She managed to achieve a very high bridge and began to twist her hips to roll onto her side, but the brunette, with a squeal of alarm, caught Marina's hands, straightened them, and pinned her struggling opponent's wrists together, locking them high above her head. Having mastered her opponent's arms, Olga wrapped her bent knees around the slender figure of her sobbing opponent, pressing her knees into Marina's armpits. The blonde groaned, realizing she had given her opponent the opportunity to secure a firm hold. Moreover, Olga had such a firm grip on the prostrate Marina that she was thwarting her counterattacks at the very outset: as soon as the blonde bent her knees, Olga, shifting and pressing against her opponent, didn't even give her a chance to form anything resembling a bridge.
Marina decided to take a break to consider her situation. She quieted down and began frantically running through all the possible options in her mind. Meanwhile, Olga asked, "So, bitch, do you like it on your back? I've got you down so good you won't be able to get out!"
In response, Marina, calling her rival a bitch and a sheep, began to squirm, but under the brunette's pressure, she straightened her legs and went quiet again. Her intertwined hands began to ache, her breathing became rapid and shallow, but Marina, out of breath, retorted, "That's what you think! Just wait, I'll give you what you deserve soon, you bitch!"
Of course, Marina was putting on a brave face; deep down, she was already preparing to admit defeat. But this response strangely opened up the possibility of thinking clearly. Until then, she had been trying to bend back slowly and forcefully. Now, she decided to try bending back with frequent, sharp movements, but at the same time, she tried to forcefully move her captured arms apart.
Having quieted down again, the blonde, gathering her courage, arched her back sharply and attempted to bend her arms at the elbows. She didn't succeed right away, but without losing hope, she took another minute to catch her breath and made another series of attempts. At some point, she managed to bend her arms at the elbows and, lifting them, with a sharp movement freed herself from Olya's grip. Raising herself up on her elbows and digging her heels into the ground, Marina managed to roll onto her side. Olga squealed in alarm, trying to grab her opponent again, but Marina pressed her palms against Olya's firm chest, keeping her opponent at a safe distance. Having gained a few seconds, Marina jumped to her feet; Olya rose a second later. Breathing heavily, the opponents, as if on cue, grabbed each other by the neck and began simultaneously attempting to trip each other. At one point, the brunette managed to kick the blonde in the knee with her heel. The girl gasped and, sobbing, fell to her knees. Olya, panting happily, grabbed Marina securely and forced her back onto her back. Now she sat on her sobbing opponent's chest, like a horsewoman. She caught her arms and pinned them to the grass. Marina thrashed beneath her opponent, but Olga, frantically squirming on top of her trapped opponent, brought her back down again and again.
"See, bitch, you're back on your back! Are you giving up already?!"
"Who? Me?! You'll be in my place soon!" Marina hissed furiously, out of breath and losing. After a couple of minutes, she finally managed to get into a high bridge. Olga slid forward, squeezing Marina's temples with her knees. The blonde snorted: her opponent was already sitting on her face. Marina responded by getting into a bridge even more abruptly and rolling onto her side. Unable to get Marina back on her back, Olga decided the best thing to do was jump to her feet. They rose almost simultaneously, the brunette lunged at her opponent, but the latter used her prepared move, delivering a powerful right kick to the chest. Olga squealed piteously and whispered, "Oh, you bitch!" before dropping to her knees. Wasting no time, Marina struck again, and the brunette fell backwards.
The blonde squealed excitedly, grabbed Olga's neck with one arm, caught and pinned her opponent's right hand with the other, and lay down completely on top of her silent opponent, wrapping her slender legs around hers so that Olga's knees were pressed tightly together. With her free hand, the brunette grabbed Marina by the shoulder and tried to pull her back. It was no use. Her attempts to free her trapped legs only resulted in Olga's jeans slipping slightly, creating creases at her knees. Trapped, Olga fell silent, contemplating her situation. She was furious that she had given her opponent the opportunity to pin her down. Moreover, she suddenly felt tired. Moreover, the pain in her trapped legs was increasing with each passing minute. The worst part of her situation was that Marina had taken her legs out of the fight. She knew that trying to arch her back would be futile: she had to free her legs first. For the first five minutes, Olga believed in her own strength, even though she couldn't even properly arch her back; she was acutely aware that her shoulder blades remained firmly pressed to the ground. Over the next five minutes, Olga began to doubt her own strength, even though she continued to squirm under Marina's excited squeals, each time pressing her opponent's back harder and harder to the ground. Olga's situation remained dire.
Marina, seeing that Olga was powerless to change the situation, simply waited for her to give in. The brunette failed to create a single moment that could disturb or call into question the security of Marina's position. All that changed on the battlefield were the folds in the girl's pants as she lay prostrate.
At one point, Olga managed to lift her back high and remain standing on the bridge for several long seconds, but this took the last of her strength, so when she was forced to fall back onto her shoulder blades, she was exhausted. Moreover, she was already gasping for air, her vision blurred. The poor woman had driven herself to the point of complete exhaustion, and she suddenly feared she might lose consciousness if this didn't end right then. Continuing the fight had become extremely dangerous for Olga.
Bursting into tears, the exhausted girl whispered, "That's enough, let go, I give in!"
Marina rose slightly from Olga, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked sharply. The intense pain brought tears to the brunette's eyes. The blonde roughly slid her slender fingers under Olga's shirt and unexpectedly squeezed Olga's breast. The defeated woman howled in pain.

Then Marina slammed her palm across her humiliated opponent's face. She looked with satisfaction into Olga's dull, tear-filled eyes and, swaying with fatigue, rose from her exhausted and worn-out opponent, who, still lying on her back, burst into tears.
« Last Edit: October 05, 2025, 10:06:02 AM by Alexandra X »
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Offline Olga

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Re: Duel in a forest clearing
« Reply #1 on: October 05, 2025, 11:26:56 AM »
I know Olga is not the rarest name, but still, you did it on purpose, right?  :-\
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Offline Alexandra X

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Re: Duel in a forest clearing
« Reply #2 on: October 05, 2025, 01:26:29 PM »
I know Olga is not the rarest name, but still, you did it on purpose, right?  :-\

No, what are you saying? It's just a coincidence  :o
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Offline tommyfighter

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Re: Duel in a forest clearing
« Reply #3 on: October 05, 2025, 01:46:25 PM »
Great story. I was expecting more ground and pound but loved it.

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Re: Duel in a forest clearing
« Reply #4 on: October 05, 2025, 02:00:09 PM »
Great story. I was expecting more ground and pound but loved it.

Thank you for your comment. These girls are ordinary students, they are not professional fighters. They are just girls.
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Re: Duel in a forest clearing
« Reply #5 on: October 05, 2025, 04:06:08 PM »
What a very hot story.  I hope you write another one soon