[reddmaster9497]

Lately I have been thinking about bringing back this type of threads. Let's just say that this is a restart of the Queen of the Beach challenge https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=87523.0

How this works? Well, is pretty easy. I will introduce the thread with a match up, followed by a short writing. At the end of the fight, I will give the next fighter, who will be fighting the winner for control of the penthouse. Then, another writer will continue with their interpretation of the matchup and present the next girl. And then another, until we have a complete thread.

Personally, I prefer a Finish Her style, but if somebody wants to write a whole story, they are free to do it.

The setting this time will be different. Instead of a beach, this fights take place in a luxurious penthouse, which has a jacuzzi, a king size bed and a large balcony. This way it allows for different types of outfits and endings.

Also, if one fighter has been defeated, they can come down the line, nobody is blocked.

DISCLAIMER: This is all for fun. you gotta respect in case that your favorite doesn't win or you consider the result to be "unreal". This is a fantasy scenario and it can play out in any way that the writer wants. Let's all be respectful to each other

Without further ado, I give you the first matchup

SYDNEY SWEENEY VS KYLIE JENNER




The two women have been going at it for almost two hours. The two of them are drenched in sweat, with their skins shining underneath the lights of the penthous. Their hairs are a mess, scratches all over theirr bodies, but something in their faces, even if they got some bruises, they both look as beautiful as always. The two agreed to do this, wanting to show each other who the better woman is and who would own this penthouse. Both women thought they were gonna beat each other easily, to the point they even brought different outfits just to spend time here. But they were wrong, this was gonna take a lot more than what they thought.

Sydney is on her knees, in the living room, close to the window that takes them to the jacuzzi area, looking down at Kylie who spits on the carpet. "You are finished!" She shouts before firing a right punch that lands right on Kylie's left tit. Both bossoms have been each other's main targets and at this point, a single punch can hurt way more than what it did at the beginning of the fight. Sydney now has the initiative and brings Kylie onto her feet and looks to toss her outside, which makes the Jenner stumble and falling down right next to the jacuzzi. The hot water is a contrast to how cold it is outside, but Sydney is determined to finish the fight here and there.

"Get up!" she orders Kylie who doesn't say anything. Annoyed at this, Sydney grabs her by the hair and pulls her back onto her feet, making the brunette lean against the edge of the jacuzzi. "You are just like your sisters, an overrated slut!" Sydney says while pulling off Kylie's top and throwing it off the penthouse. "Nothing but a fake plastic ugly barbie" She then grabs both of Kylie's nipples and starts to twist.

"AGHHHHHHHHH!" The Jenner sister screams while she squirms against the jacuzzi. Right now she is in serious issues and starts to kick her legs in a silly way before suddenly a knee goes a bit too high, landing right on Sydney's crotch. The jaw of the blonde drops and she has to let go off Kylie as she drops on her knees. That can be the end of it. An unexpected turn of events. Kylie looks down at her opponent and then at the jacuzzi and she decides to go for it. Grabbing the blonde by her hair she throws her inside the water, only to follow her after. Before Sydney can try to get out though, she is stopped and pushed back down by the volumptuous butt of Kylie who uses her as a seat in the cold night.

"And you, like everybody else, underestimate me. And I will say the same thing I say to everybody... KISS MY ASS!" She shouts as she grabs at Sydney's wrists, just to make sure she keeps them away from her body. Sydney tries to move, a lot of water is kicked out, but Kylie holds on. First a few seconds... they turn into 30... and those 30 turn into 60... and is there when Sydney stops moving. Kylie gets off and smiles. She has done it, the penthouse is all hers.

To make sure though, she grabs Sydney by her wrists and drags her outside, kicking all her stuff out. She then sends a pic to the renter of the penthous. "Is all mine" But just a few seconds later, a message come back.

"I got somebody else that's interested"


Winner: Kylie Jenner (1 victory)

[Zord7542]

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Kylie Jenner vs Dua Lipa


Where as the Battle between Kylie and Sydney had been a back and forth battle for the ages. This had been an hour of torment for Jenner. Kylie lookikg at the difference in body types between the women, didn't believe that Dua would be able to hold a candle against her. That the singer would be an easy out and quick defense.

Letting Dua get a free shot in, she never expected the spin kick that had sent her spitting to the floor. The next hour had been a lot of Kylie begging for mercy.

The long haired woman grunting as Lipa smashed her head into every bit of counter space in the lavish kitchen. The dress of the media mogul being torn off her early leaving her naked as Lipa remained fully clothed.

Pulling her phone up. Dua would smile as she started to record a video. "Who owns this little suite?" She asked smacking the shapely ass of the other woman as the video captured the jiggle of the other woman's cheek.

"Dua does Dua does!" Kylie would scream as Lipa pulled the phone back to show the bright red cheeks of Jenner. The multiple hand prints left on the models ass.

"Good girl." Dua said as she kissed the other woman on the cheek. Her arm going over the other woman's head. Locking her in a dragon sleeper as Jenner tried to break free. Every motion making her full breasts jiggle as Lipa blew kisses into the camera of the phone.

Then finally, as had happened with Sydney before, Kylie went limp. The video cutting off only to be picked up with Lipa stuffing a pair of panties in Kylie's sleeping mouth before zipping her inside her own massive rolling suitcase and rolling the other woman outside of the suite. A paper sign reading "who's next" on it.

Dua Lipa (1-0)

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[TheGreenGallant]

Third Penthouse fight: Dua Lipa VS Jenna Ortega

Despite herself, Dua had let her victory over Kylie get to her head, and now did the exact same thing Kylie had done: underestimate her opponent due to their size. Jenna Ortega had proved to be nothing short of a hellcat, and their fight had been a surprisingly even, vicious brawl for the past twenty minutes. Now though, one babe clearly held the upper hand, as painful moans escaped from the suite with the kingsize bed.
Jenna, who had kicked off her heels, the designer shoes thrown carelessly on the sheets next to them, sat behind an almost sobbing Dua. The young Latina had her nylon-covered legs wrapped around the popstar’s waist, one hand yanking back on Dua’s beautiful long hair while the other had disappeared down the front of Dua’s leather pants to apply an excruciating crotch claw.
“OOOOHHH GOD… Fuck! Let go of me!” the British babe wailed in agony as Jenna’s sharp, manicured nails dug into her vulnerable womanhood. Her petite opponent’s legs forced more groans out of her as they scissored her waist. Jenna’s legs were not only incredibly flexible, but strong as hell too, and Dua felt as if two nylon-clad pythons were squeezing the breath out of her. Jenna only laughed cruelly at her opponent’s misery, a little disheveled and beaten up herself after twenty minutes of being thrown about the penthouse by Dua, but now clearly the dominant woman.
“Oh I love the way you scream, bitch… Come on, submit to me and I’ll release that poor puss, you’re gonna be too sore for sex for weeks, I can make it months!” Jenna said mockingly, her hot breath in Dua’s ear as she squeezed down even harder on the other woman’s cxnt lips, eliciting a new wave of even louder moans. The British babe did not cry out her submission though. Instead, she moved her hand backwards over the sheets until her fingers clutched around something, one of Jenna’s high-heeled pumps. With all the strength that hadn’t been drained by the pain in her ribs, scalp and womanhood yet, Dua swung the shoe, clubbing Jenna in the side of the head with the tall stiletto heel.
   “NGHHH” the brunette grunted loudly in pain, stunned. Jenna’s hands left Dua’s hair and pussy, and her legs fell open wide, releasing Dua’s waist as she fell back on the bed. Dua took a few seconds to gather her strength before turning around, her own hand now down the front of her leather pants instead of Jenna’s, trying to readjust her underwear in a way that wasn’t sheer agony. Jenna was lying on the bed softly moaning, still dazed from almost being knocked out with her own shoe. Her legs had fallen open wide, and in doing so hitched up the young babe’s little skirt enough to show a hint of her own crotch.
Dua now sat up on her knees, still winded and in pain but intend on payback. As her eyes closed in on the little hint of Jenna’s black lace panties that was visible beneath the sheer nylon of the brunette’s pantyhose, a cruel smirk spread on Dua’s luscious lips.
   “My turn, you little whore!”
(…)

Jenna looked so dominant only fifteen minutes ago, going to town on another woman’s fun bits while sensually whispering insults in her ear. Now she was lying on the hallway floor, a moaning mess. Her sexy outfit had been stripped away, leaving the beaten babe near naked, wearing only bruises. Her long legs and lovely feet were no longer clad in nylon, since Dua had stripped off the brunette’s pantyhose and used it to tie her hands behind her back. Her panties sat pulled down, around her knees, and between the defeated woman’s upturned (and very obviously spanked) asscheeks the end of her shiny black designer shoe could be seen, the tall stiletto heel wedged deep inside her pussy.
   “Here you go, slut, don’t worry… They’re sending me another bitch to beat, so somebody should be passing here to help you out in the morning… Sleep tight, slut!” Dua stood in the open doorway to the penthouse, dangling Jenna’s other stripped off pump from her finger. She brought it up to her lips and placed a big kiss on the shoe, leaving a bright red lipstick mark on the black leather that would probably leave a permanent stain, if Dua knew her designer shoes. She threw the shoe down before Jenna’s beaten face, where it landed with a thud. Then she turned on her own heels, walked back inside the penthouse and slammed the door on the defeated and humiliated woman. 

WINNER: DUA LIPA 2-0

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