[Alifightz]

Oh it felt so GOOD to see that bitch be the one to writhe in pain now.  I wrench at that ratty lizard tail  I go left and right.  I twist  I pull.  She saws more and mauls more and our curses mix in the air and I imagine it turns blue around up.  "YOU DIRTY FUCKING IMP SLUT BAG MOTHER FUCKING......"  Our invective goes on and on.  I gasp as she releases my thong, but I know it's not mercy.  My eyes widen and I duck a punch.  Probably aimed at my nose! We tumble apart after she fall right on top of me.  We locked eyes in that moment and found we could both still blush.  Then she rolled off.  We lay on our back, panting trying to assess all of the new injuries.  I...oh never mind I don't want to type that much.  But the ones mostly on my mind are my throbbing pussy and burning tits...then my face..oh my face....that bitch.  Then she blames ME!!  "WHAT!? I shout. "You're the one that wanted to be alone.  YOU wanted to kidnap me into some  some  bond villian lair you knew about in Storm's house.  YOU..."  I pause for a moment as I see a flash of light blue in the much around me.  I pick it up.  Oh perfect.  It's the i-pod from Storms little playpen.  And it still has power.  I throw it at your chest.  "Here..;listen to some music. 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QlZiGylP1M8

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

I lay in the mud, I look up at the stars and for a moment I lose myself in the sheer beauty of the universe. Until that infernal iPod powers up again and I’m tormented once more by Stormbolt’s anime play list. Never in my life have I encountered someone with such bad taste in music. I feel my blood boil, my rage is making the blood vessels in my brain throb. But then the unexpected happens… I start to laugh:

“Hahaha - Hahaha”

I laugh so much that my belly begins to ache, this response vexes you greatly and in the confusion I’m able to snatch the infernal iPod away from you. You kind of accept it when I use it as a hammer and smash it repeatedly into the ground. Eventually the music stops, we both lay silently and consider the injuries we’ve received and those we still plan on inflicting. But then the iPod from hell plays the following:

https://youtu.be/fzvTIAqFWgI?si=LHoSD4znNlHGpuZK

So far Ali has enjoyed all of Stormbolt’s play list, this offering may finally be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. And if she does, if Ali really does enjoy this track… then please send for the men in white coats and let’s get this bitch a straight jacket.

I turn my head to the side to observe your reaction to this song and reiterate:

“Ali this is all your fault you bitch! Oh and concubine…go fuck yourself whore!”

[Alifightz]

I lay listening in puzzelment to the song on Storm's playlist.  "What the fuck is that?  Someone recorded you having sex?"  Your eyes narrow as you see me bobbing my head in time to the "Music"  Then that horn comes in with the sour note and I laugh and laugh. Then of course it ends and you blame me again and tell me to go fuck myself.  I snarl back at you.  "You know what you can feel free to fuck right off you little imp fucktard!  This is all YOUR fault"  I shoot back  then it happens  Storm has...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSkboTTTmpg&list=RDNSkboTTTmpg&start_radio=1

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Between us fighting and Stormbolt’s playlist from hell, we’re doing a splendid job of torturing each other. But to your surprise the last track the IPod from hell played had my tail swinging in beat to the music. We look at each other and snarl, I begin to feel my fingers twitch. My urge to scratch is returning and I suspect so is yours, however this musical interlude is not over yet.

But before Stormbolt’s iPod springs back into life you say to me:

“You know what you can feel free to fuck right off you little imp fucktard!  This is all YOUR fault”

“My fault, My fault! You’re the bitch who kicked his iPod in the first place! It’s you who has unleashed this musical hell! I only decapitated a stuffed Hello Kitty plushie and what the hell is wrong with that? You tasteless harpy!” I reply

And then the damn device starts up again and this time it has a little number from the shores of my home land. I cringe and mutter to myself:

“We have black sabbath, the Beatles, oasis, the Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, The who, Queen… I could go on. So why Storm, why do you have this abomination?”

I begin to sob!

https://youtu.be/Rm9drIwmmU4?si=nN7hROCfzA41yEnu

[Alifightz]

I watch you start to sob my own ears wanting to fall off as I listen to what Storm has done to us.  THAT's why it's all your fault.  You disrespected the kitty and now you're paying the price but I have to listen right along with you because you kidnapped me...AAARRGGHHHH!!  Turn it off!!" We glare at each other and as the song plays like our own little soundtrack from Hell our twitching fingers will not be denied.  We Lunge at each other once more now going back to our roots.  As in hair and trying to rip it the hell out. We crash chest to chest once more and just furiously tear at the hair for a moment...then two moments....

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

With the iPod menace silenced for now, we can finally get back to the important things in life. Such as trying to rip each other’s hair out. We lunge for each other again and bury our hands into each other’s hair. Despite both of us having a good clump missing we both have plenty left to pull on. The pain is instantaneous and lights up my scalp, my breathing quickens and my pulse races as the battle begins anew. I sneer at you and say:

“Dirty concubine whore!”

Then with these words ringing in your ears, I take a step into you and press my chest into yours. Our breasts mushroom under the pressure of each others and my challenge is clear. Question is…do your girls want to fight - Bitch?

[Alifightz]

Finally...FINALLT...the infernal i-pod hello kitty cursed deviced from Hell is quiet. Kate and I are NOT.  We've latched onto each other's hair once more and start to work trying to rip out all that remains.  Kate  say "Dirty concubine whore!"  I say "Dirty Imp slut!!"  ahh pet names.  Then Katie want to be close to me (the I pod flickers).  Kates tits ask mine if they want to fight.  My girls respond yes.  We mushroom together then I roll my shoulders and she does of course.  We move each other's injured tits around on our chests, our nipples catching each other flicking against each other as we both hiss.  I twist at her hair tword the back trying for another clump even as we grinding tits.

[lexibabe]

two. ho's battling it out, what could be better

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Arhh Titfighting, there is something rather special about a tit fight, therapeutic even. And around these parts you rarely see girls with chests the size of mine and Ali’s fighting. As quite frankly those at top of this game have us hopelessly out gunned. Still I think us more naturally endowed girls should come out from the shadows and titfight more. As dare I say it, oh of course I do! I think us naturally sized girls are way more sexier than those with the big guns! Anyway with my call to arms over with, I refocus my attention on that disgusting Concubine.

I feel you roll your shoulders, your nips maybe hard but so are mine. They clash hard and the sensation I feel is a mixture of pleasure and pain. The mauling we did earlier has left its mark on our girls and left them hypersensitive to stimulation. I take your attack head on and roll my own shoulders in response. Still while our girls argue and fight, we both continue to pull on each other’s hair. Our head’s get shaken wildly one moment, then the next there static as we pull intensely in just one direction.

However there is an elephant in this room me and Ali have not yet addressed and no, it’s not “Dynamite Girl”. This elephant is the ground on which we stand, however perhaps mud would be a more adept description. For three days and three nights it’s been raining and on Halloween night the worst of the storms rolled in. As mentioned lightning still lights up the sky and thunder claps minutes later. The point to my rambling is that the ground is super slippery and we’re standing in it, struggling against each other and violently pulling each other’s hair. This is not a good combination and then suddenly…

“Arghhh” screams the both of us as we slip and face plant into the mud. I wipe the mud from my face and raise myself up to my knees, as you do the same. I look at you and scream:

“ARGH I HATE MUD! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU CONCUBINE WHORE!”

We grab each other by our hair and pull again, our girls clash and as I pull on your rats nest I do notice your silk top is still clinging to your waist. As my dress is still clinging to mine, what happens next is inevitable as we suddenly release each other’s hair.

[Alifightz]

We release each other's hair and  look.  We have a bit  of a mind meld.  Our eyes narrow.  We say it at the same time.  "Don't you DARE, bitch!"  Of course, we ignore each other.  We went right for what was left of each other's outfits.  Unfortunately, when silk harem pants get wet they tend to shred like tissues.  Fortunately, a leather dress that has been soaked with Old Jinn, mud and muck, and even better, the tears of an imp also shreds like tissue.  Which caused us both to shriek, again in Unison.  "YOU FUCKING BITCH!!"  Then slaps started to fly across faces and when that didn't stop either of us though they did hurt we targeted each others' tits with the same curved finger slaps.  Then we were in each others' hair again for a five minute rolling session.  Hair was pulled of course.  Nails raked down backs as we struggled for some small advantage to tear away a little more tissue like clothing. At the end when we kicked each other away we scrambled to our knees with nothing left but our thongs.  And the moment I saw your thong, I pounce grabbing it from the front and hauling up on it like I would lift you but it.  "PAYBACK, BITCH!!!" 

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

“Don’t you DARE BITCH!” Those words will forever be etched on my soul. The fact that we said them at the same time in perfect unison, it meant something to me. Maybe I’m a crazy psycho uber bitch? Well actually there is no maybe about that at all. But being on the same page like that for me is really rather romantic in a way. Strange isn’t it? Here I am thinking about romance in the middle of one of the nastiest catfights of my life. Yes I’m definitely a strange one for sure.

We both grab hold of each other’s outfits and pull like crazy, cheap silk and ruined leather get torn apart like wet tissue. We hurl the remains of each others outfits into the thorny rose bushes nearby. In the excitement of all the tearing you pull apart my last suede boot, another casualty of the old Jinn. However with my dress and last boot gone you see me in my red thong. For a moment it seems like you’re drooling, but I suspect that was probably just the rain playing tricks on me.

Anyway with only our thongs left we both scream in unison:

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!!” and then naturally proceed to lunge at each other. The fighting was frenetic and feral, in a very short amount of time we unleashed quite a bit of fury upon each other. Eventually we break apart and on our knees we look at each other, I was half expecting that infernal iPod to start up again but instead you lunge for my thong. You grab it and yank it up with all your might. My face turns an unusual shade of red and I scream:

“Ow, Ow, Owwww you fucking bitch!”

Naturally I had only one course of action, I grab hold of your thong and return the favour. Now we both scream at the top of our lungs. You may of started sooner than me but I have already unleashed this attack once before. So on balance your kitty is probably hurting just a fraction more than mine. However with us both suffering at each other’s hands we both begin to mutter the following:

“Please break, please break…oh fuck please break!”

While in our heads we’re both thinking:

“Next time I’m wearing that cheap thong from Walmart…Owww for love of god break!”

[Alifightz]

I have always prided myself on buying quality underware.  No cheap Wal-Mart stuff some Imp would wear.  I'm an idiot.  OWWWWWWWW you fucking slut!!"  I yell yanking  your thong around as you do the same to me.  I've wrapped some of it around my left hand as I tug. Shit.  Fuck.  It hurts!  Bitch got me before.  Anything I do she can do back...maybe.   Oh what would be the most satisfying then.  Through my pain I smile.  I ball my right fist and jab it hard into her face, right at her nose.  Oh it felt good. if other things well...don't. 

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

On our knees in the mud and filth me and that dirty concubine pull on each other’s thongs. The pain is eye watering and while we both regret the life choice of wearing quality branded underwear at this moment. Neither of us will back down, we just pull and pull.

“Ali you bitch, just let go and admit I’m the better woman you fucking whore.” I hiss

Of course you ignore me, well actually that’s a lie. As seconds later your right fist slams into my nose.  In between the sound of thunder and my screams I think I hear a sickening cracking sound as the punch lands. In this moment my body takes control and as if it has a mind of its own I let go of your thong as I fall backwards onto my pert behind.

My hands reach for my kitty and I try to use what little warmth they have to soothe my pain. You look over me, your sense of smugness has returned and it’s etched on your bitch face. My nostrils flare with rage as I shout at you:

“I HATE SMUG YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!”

With my words ringing in your ears I thrust my right foot into your chest and pummel your left breast. You let go of my thong as gravity asserts itself and sends you falling backwards into the mud.

[Bella13]

On our knees in the mud and filth me and that dirty concubine pull on each other’s thongs. The pain is eye watering and while we both regret the life choice of wearing quality branded underwear at this moment. Neither of us will back down, we just pull and pull.

“Ali you bitch, just let go and admit I’m the better woman you fucking whore.” I hiss

Of course you ignore me, well actually that’s a lie. As seconds later your right fist slams into my nose.  In between the sound of thunder and my screams I think I hear a sickening cracking sound as the punch lands. In this moment my body takes control and as if it has a mind of its own I let go of your thong as I fall backwards onto my pert behind.

My hands reach for my kitty and I try to use what little warmth they have to soothe my pain. You look over me, your sense of smugness has returned and it’s etched on your bitch face. My nostrils flare with rage as I shout at you:

“I HATE SMUG YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!”

With my words ringing in your ears I thrust my right foot into your chest and pummel your left breast. You let go of my thong as gravity asserts itself and sends you falling backwards into the mud.

In the rain and thunder Belladonna wonders over the hill and into the dark woods. She tries not to think about all the fairy tropes she is dealing with the dark woods..."A princess " and a devil fighting, She could be traveling though the woods as the poor waif girl who's delivering treats for family.  Or any number of other roles till it becomes clear she's screwed for an idea as to what to do. So she stands there wondering what to do next?

[Alifightz]

I won't lie it felt GOOD to hit that pert little nose of hers.  It was almost  ALMOST  worth the crushing kick to my left tit.  My shriek fills the air and I fly back and SPLAT down into the mud and muck.  It's caked on me now.  I groan trying to hold my tit and my pussy at the same time.  I roll on my side and see you gingerly pulling your thong out of your kitty.  I start to do the same and we glare at each other, sullen.  My tit cries out for revenge and I fully intend to get it for my poor battered girl. Then I make a tactical decision and pull the damn thong off so it can't be weaponized again. "Oh you hate smug, do you? Well you're really going to hate the way I look when I'm standing over what's left of you when we're done here.  Too bad you won't get to Bangkok, sweet imp."  There that should give her something to think about while I wait for the throbbing to die down a bit more.