Not Horsing around BruisyLucy and BrittanyBusty

[RowdyOldMan]

Lucy has been anxious to get in a fight after losing to Bethany. Rowdy is having a party at his place and the guests are all around the estate. Lucy sees Brittany walking towards the stables and she follows her. As they get near  the stables Lucy says, "Hey Brittany. Shouldn't you be with the cows?" Lucy turns and glares at Brittany. "That's your place not mine!" They stand glaring at each other as people stop and wait to see what happens.
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[BrittanyBusty]

I close the distance fast inside the stables, boots kicking up dirt and loose hay as I drive straight into Lucy. Both hands shoot out and grab the thin straps of her tight tank top, yanking hard downward and outward so the fabric stretches and strains against her massive tits. I don't stop -- I twist my grip, pull harder, and rip the neckline down until the top is bunched under her chest and both huge breasts are fully exposed and hanging heavy. While I'm still holding the ruined fabric, I drive a short, vicious right hook into the side of her ribs just under her arm, then immediately follow with a second punch that lands square in the center of her chest, right between her tits.

I step in even closer, my own tank top straining and my daisy dukes riding up as I grab a thick handful of her high ponytail right at the base. I yank her head down and forward hard while driving my knee up into her midsection, the denim of my shorts brushing against her as I keep the pressure on. With my free hand I reach down, hook my fingers into the front of her short distressed jean shorts, and yank upward and outward, stretching the waistband and button while I pull her body into another knee. My claws dig in through the fabric as I keep yanking and twisting, trying to rip the shorts open or down while I slam another knee into her and use the hair pull to keep her bent over and controlled.

I don't let go. I keep the grip on her hair and the front of her shorts, dragging her a step sideways toward the open stall door while driving another hard right hand into the side of her face, then immediately switching to open-hand strikes that slap and claw across her exposed tits and chest. My cowgirl boots plant firmly in the dirt as I lean my weight into her, using my body to keep her pinned close so I can keep landing knees and punches while tearing at her clothes and hair. I'm not backing off for a second -- every movement is about ripping, yanking, and unloading as much damage as I can while she's still on her feet. Yt

[BruisyLucy]

Brittany's yank on my tank top snaps the straps and drags the whole thing down under my tits in one brutal pull, leaving both of them fully out, heavy and swinging. The right hook digs deep into my ribs and forces the air out of me in a sharp gasp; the follow-up punch between my tits sends a shock straight through my chest and makes them bounce hard. When she grabs my ponytail and drives that knee into my gut, my stomach seizes and I double forward, the hair pull yanking my scalp so hard strands tear free. Her fingers hooking into the front of my daisy dukes and yanking upward stretch the waistband until the button pops and the zipper starts to give; every knee after that lands lower and meaner while she keeps me bent. The right hand to the side of my face snaps my head sideways, and the open-hand strikes that follow slap and claw across my bare tits, leaving hot stinging lines. I'm still on my feet but staggered, shorts half-open, tits out, dirt and hay stuck to my skin, the pain in my ribs and scalp making every breath short.
I don't stay bent. I drive my shoulder into her midsection and shove her back a step, then snatch a leather horse whip off the nearby hook. I swing it in a tight arc and crack the tip across the front of her thighs just above her cowgirl boots, then immediately reverse and lash it upward across her stomach and the underside of her massive tits still trapped in her tank top. While she's reacting I drop the whip, grab a thick lead rope coiled on the stall door, and whip it around her neck in one motion. I yank hard, pulling her off balance toward me, then drive a vicious elbow into the side of her head while I keep the rope taut. My free hand claws down the front of her tank top, ripping the thin fabric open from neckline to hem so her huge breasts spill free, and I immediately follow by raking my nails across them and down her stomach.
I step in close, still holding the rope around her neck, and slam a knee up between her legs while my other hand grabs the front of her daisy dukes and yanks them downward hard enough that the denim tears at the seams. I drag her by the rope toward the wooden post in the middle of the aisle, slam her back against it, and start unloading rapid punches to her face and exposed tits while the rope stays wrapped and tight. My cowgirl boot stomps down on her instep to pin her, and I keep yanking the rope and clawing at her shorts and hair so she can't get space. I'm tearing at everything I can reach, using the rope to control her while I unload as much as I can before she can answer. Yt

[BrittanyBusty]

Lucy's whip cracks across the front of my thighs and leaves burning lines that make my legs buckle for a second; the upward lash under my tits stings hard enough that my tank top rides up and the pain shoots straight through my chest. The lead rope whips around my neck and yanks tight, cutting off air and dragging me forward so hard I nearly lose my footing. Her elbow cracks into the side of my head and rings my ears while the rope stays cinched. When she rips my tank top open from neckline to hem, both of my massive tits spill free and bounce heavy; her nails rake across them and down my stomach, leaving hot stinging trails. The knee between my legs lands deep and makes my whole body jolt; then she yanks my daisy dukes downward so hard the denim tears at the seams and the shorts drop to mid-thigh. She slams me back against the wooden post, the rope still tight around my throat, and the rapid punches to my face and exposed tits make my head snap and my breasts bounce with every hit. Her boot stomping my instep pins my foot while she keeps yanking the rope and clawing at my shorts and hair. I'm half-naked, rope biting into my neck, shorts torn and hanging, face and chest stinging, air short, but still on my feet and furious.

I dig both hands under the rope and wrench it loose enough to suck in a breath, then immediately grab a heavy leather bridle hanging from the post beside me. I swing the metal bit end in a short, vicious arc and smash it across the side of Lucy's face, then reverse the swing and drive the thick leather straps down across her bare tits and stomach. While she's still reeling I drop the bridle, snatch a coiled lead rope from the ground, and whip it around her waist and under her ruined shorts in one motion. I yank hard, jerking her hips forward and off balance, then drive a brutal knee up into her gut while I keep the rope taut. My free hand claws into her hair at the roots and yanks her head down as I slam another knee into her midsection. I step in tight, still holding the rope around her waist, and start unloading heavy, short punches to her face and massive exposed tits while I use the rope to keep her bent and controlled. My cowgirl boot stomps down hard on her foot to pin her in place, and with my other hand I reach down, hook my fingers into the torn front of her daisy dukes, and rip them the rest of the way open and down her thighs so she's fully exposed from the waist down. I keep yanking the rope and her hair, driving more knees and punches while I drag her sideways toward the open stall and the piles of hay, tearing at what's left of her clothes and refusing to give her any space. Every movement is about keeping her controlled, half-naked, and eating as much damage as I can unload before she answers. Yt

[BruisyLucy]

Brittany's metal bit end of the bridle smashes across the side of my face and splits the skin open just under my eye, blood immediately running down my cheek and into my mouth. The reverse swing of the thick leather straps cracks across my bare tits and stomach, the force making both breasts bounce hard and leaving deep, burning welts that make my whole chest seize. The coiled rope whipping around my waist and under my ruined shorts yanks tight and jerks my hips forward so violently my feet nearly leave the dirt. Her knee drives up into my gut and folds me, the air exploding out of me in a choked gasp while she keeps the rope taut. When she claws into my hair at the roots and yanks my head down, strands tear free and my scalp burns as she slams another knee into my midsection. The heavy short punches that follow smash into my face and massive exposed tits, snapping my head and making my breasts slam against each other with every hit. Her boot stomping my foot pins me in place, and then she hooks her fingers into the torn front of my daisy dukes and rips them the rest of the way open and down my thighs, leaving me completely naked from the waist down, dirt and hay sticking to my skin, blood dripping, ribs and face throbbing, but still standing and seething.
I explode forward the second the rope loosens. I snatch a long leather horse whip from the wall and crack it in a full-power overhead swing that lashes straight across Brittany's face and then down across her massive bare tits. I don't stop -- I reverse and whip the leather across her stomach, then her thighs, then back up across her tits again, the tip snapping hard each time. While she's reeling I drop the whip, grab a thick lead rope and a heavy metal bit from the bridle hanging nearby, and drive the bit end into her gut in a short, vicious stab before wrapping the rope around her neck and one arm. I yank hard, spinning her and slamming her face-first into the wooden stall door so the wood rattles. With the rope still tight I drive my knee up between her legs from behind, then immediately reach around and claw both hands into her huge tits, squeezing and raking my nails deep while I yank her head back by the hair.
I drag her backward by the rope and hair toward the center of the aisle, slam her down onto her back in the dirt and hay, and drop on top of her. My cowgirl boots plant on either side of her hips as I start raining down heavy, unanswered punches and elbows to her face and exposed chest. With my free hand I grab the front of what's left of her torn daisy dukes and rip them completely off her body, tossing the ruined denim aside so she's fully naked from the waist down too. I keep the rope cinched around her neck, yanking it tighter every time she tries to move, while I drive more punches and dig my claws into her tits and stomach. I'm not letting her up -- every strike is meant to keep her pinned, half-choked, and eating damage until she stops fighting back. Yt

[BrittanyBusty]

Lucy's full-power whip cracks across my face and splits my lip open, blood flooding my mouth and dripping down my chin while the follow-up lashes across my massive bare tits leave burning, raised welts that make them bounce and ache with every breath. The next cracks across my stomach and thighs sting so deep my legs nearly give out, the leather tip snapping hard enough that red lines instantly form. The metal bit end drives into my gut and folds me forward with a sharp, sickening jolt, and then the rope wraps around my neck and one arm, yanking tight and spinning me so hard I slam face-first into the wooden stall door. The impact rattles my teeth and the wood digs into my cheek. Her knee drives up between my legs from behind and makes my whole body seize, then her claws dig deep into my huge tits, squeezing and raking while she yanks my head back by the hair so hard strands tear free. She drags me backward and slams me down onto my back in the dirt and hay, the impact knocking the wind out of me as she drops on top. Her boots plant on either side of my hips while the heavy punches and elbows rain down on my face and exposed chest, each one snapping my head and making my breasts slam against each other. She rips what's left of my daisy dukes completely off, leaving me fully naked from the waist down, dirt and hay stuck to my skin, rope still cinched around my neck, blood running, body throbbing, but I'm still conscious and raging.

I surge up under her, both hands clawing into her face and digging while I drive a vicious knee up into her stomach to create space. I wrench the rope off my neck and immediately snatch a heavy leather bridle from the ground. I swing the metal bit end in a short, brutal arc and smash it across the side of Lucy's head, then reverse and drive the thick straps down across her bare tits and stomach in rapid, whipping strikes. While she's still reeling I drop the bridle, grab a long lead rope, and whip it around her throat in one tight motion. I yank hard, dragging her off me and to her knees in the dirt, then immediately follow with a heavy right hand that crashes into her face while I keep the rope taut. My free hand claws into her hair at the roots and yanks her head back as I drive another knee up into her gut.
I step in close, still holding the rope around her neck, and start unloading short, vicious punches to her face and massive exposed tits while I use the rope to keep her bent and controlled. My cowgirl boot stomps down hard on her bare thigh to pin her, and with my other hand I reach down, hook my fingers into what's left of her ruined shorts (already torn down), and rip them the rest of the way off her body so she's completely naked from the waist down. I keep yanking the rope and her hair, driving more knees and punches while I drag her sideways toward the open stall and the piles of hay. I slam her face-first into a hay bale, climb on her back, and start hammering elbows into the back of her head and neck while the rope stays cinched and tight. I'm not giving her an inch -- every movement is about keeping her controlled, fully exposed, and eating as much damage as I can unload before she can answer. Yt

[BruisyLucy]

The metal bit crashes into the side of my head just above my ear and splits the skin wide; blood pours down my cheek and into my eye, blurring everything on that side. The leather straps whip across my bare tits and stomach in quick succession, each strike landing so hard my breasts slam together and the welts rise instantly, hot and tight. The rope around my throat yanks me off her and drops me to my knees in the dirt, the impact jarring both kneecaps while the cinch cuts off my air for a second. Her right hand smashes into my face and rocks my head hard enough that my teeth clack; she yanks my hair back at the roots, tearing more free, and drives her knee up into my gut so deep I fold and gag. The short punches that follow hammer my face and exposed tits, each one making my chest bounce and my vision flash. Her boot pins my bare thigh, then she rips the last of my shorts completely off, leaving me fully naked from the waist down, skin scraped, blood running, throat raw, but I'm still up and locked in.
I surge straight into her. I grab a long leather riding crop from the hook and crack it across her face in a sharp downward snap, then immediately reverse and lash it three times across her massive bare tits and once more across her stomach. I drop the crop, snatch a heavy metal bit and the attached bridle straps, and drive the bit end into her ribs before wrapping the straps around her neck and one arm. I yank hard, spinning her off balance, and slam her back-first into the wooden stall door so the whole frame rattles. With the straps still tight I drive a knee up between her legs, then claw both hands into her huge tits, squeezing and raking deep while I yank her head sideways by the hair.
I drag her by the straps and hair toward the open stall, slam her face-first into a hay bale, and climb on her back. My cowgirl boots plant on either side of her hips as I start unloading heavy elbows into the back of her head and neck. With my free hand I grab a nearby lead rope, loop it around her throat from behind, and yank it tighter while I keep driving elbows and digging my claws into her sides and tits. I reach down, hook my fingers into what's left of her torn shorts, and rip them the rest of the way off so she's fully naked from the waist down too. I'm not letting her breathe or move -- every yank and strike is meant to keep her pinned face-down in the hay, half-choked, and eating damage until she stops fighting. Yt

[BrittanyBusty]

The riding crop cracks across my face in a sharp downward snap and splits the skin just under my eye; blood immediately runs into my vision on that side and drips from my chin. The three lashes that follow across my massive bare tits land so hard each one makes them slam together and bounce, the leather leaving raised, burning welts that tighten with every breath. The final crack across my stomach digs in deep enough that my abs seize and I hunch. The metal bit end drives into my ribs and forces a sharp, choking gasp out of me, then the bridle straps wrap around my neck and one arm and yank tight, spinning me off balance before she slams me back-first into the wooden stall door. The impact rattles the whole frame and drives the air out of my lungs; the straps cut into my throat. Her knee drives up between my legs and makes my whole body jolt hard, then both of her hands claw into my huge tits, squeezing and raking deep while she yanks my head sideways by the hair so hard more strands tear free at the roots. She drags me by the straps and hair, slams me face-first into a hay bale, and climbs on my back. Her elbows hammer into the back of my head and neck, each one jarring my skull and making my vision flash. The lead rope loops around my throat from behind and yanks tighter, cutting off air while she keeps driving elbows and digging her claws into my sides and tits. She rips what's left of my torn shorts completely off, leaving me fully naked from the waist down, dirt and hay stuck to my skin, blood running from my face, throat raw, body throbbing, but I'm still conscious and locked in.
I drive my hips up hard and twist, rolling us so she hits the dirt on her back. I immediately snatch a long leather horse whip from the wall and crack it in a full-power overhead swing that lashes straight across her face, then reverse and whip the leather three times across her massive bare tits and once more across her stomach in rapid, snapping strikes. I drop the whip, grab a thick coiled lead rope and a heavy metal bit, and drive the bit end into her gut before wrapping the rope around her neck and one wrist. I yank hard, dragging her up to her knees, then slam her face-first into the wooden stall post so the wood rattles. With the rope still cinched I drive a knee up between her legs from behind, then claw both hands into her huge tits, squeezing and raking deep while I yank her head back by the hair.

I drag her by the rope and hair toward the open stall, slam her down onto her back in the dirt and hay, and drop on top of her. My cowgirl boots plant on either side of her hips as I start unloading heavy, unanswered punches and elbows to her face and exposed chest. With my free hand I grab the nearby riding crop and crack it across her stomach and tits in short, vicious snaps while the rope stays tight around her neck. I keep yanking the rope tighter every time she tries to move, digging my claws into her tits and sides, and refuse to give her any space. Every strike and yank is meant to keep her pinned, half-choked, fully exposed, and eating as much damage as I can unload before she answers. Yt

[BruisyLucy]

The whip cracks across my face and splits my lip open; blood floods my mouth and drips onto my bare tits as they bounce from the impact. The three lashes that follow across my massive exposed breasts land so hard each one makes them slam together and rise with fresh, burning welts that tighten my skin. The crack across my stomach digs in and forces a sharp gasp out of me. The metal bit end drives into my gut and folds me forward, then the rope wraps around my neck and one wrist and yanks tight, dragging me up to my knees before she slams my face into the wooden stall post. The wood digs into my cheek and rattles my teeth. Her knee drives up between my legs from behind and makes my whole body seize, then both hands claw into my huge tits, squeezing and raking deep while she yanks my head back by the hair so hard more strands tear free. She drags me by the rope and hair, slams me down onto my back in the dirt and hay, and drops on top. Her boots plant on either side of my hips while the heavy punches and elbows rain down on my face and exposed chest, each one snapping my head and making my breasts bounce. The riding crop cracks across my stomach and tits in short snaps while the rope stays cinched around my neck, cutting off air. I'm fully naked from the waist down, blood running, throat raw, body throbbing, but I'm still conscious and locked in.
I drive a knee up hard into her stomach to create space, then surge and roll us so she's on her back. I immediately grab a heavy leather bridle and swing the metal bit end in a short, vicious arc that smashes across her face, then reverse and drive the thick straps down across her massive bare tits and stomach in rapid strikes. I drop the bridle, snatch a long lead rope, and whip it around her throat and under one arm. I yank hard, dragging her up and slamming her back against the stall wall so the wood rattles. With the rope still tight I drive my knee up between her legs, then claw both hands into her huge tits, squeezing and raking deep while I yank her head sideways by the hair.
I drag her by the rope toward the open stall, slam her face-first into a hay bale, and climb on her back. My cowgirl boots plant on either side of her hips as I start unloading heavy elbows into the back of her head and neck. With my free hand I grab a nearby horse whip and crack it across her ass and thighs in sharp snaps while the rope stays cinched. I reach down, hook my fingers into what's left of her torn shorts, and rip them the rest of the way off so she's fully naked from the waist down. I keep yanking the rope tighter and driving elbows, refusing to let her up or breathe. Every strike is meant to keep her pinned face-down in the hay, half-choked, and eating damage until she stops fighting. Yt

[BrittanyBusty]

The leather straps from the bridle whip across my bare tits and stomach and leave tight, burning welts that make my massive breasts bounce and ache with every breath. The rope cinches around my throat and under my arm, yanks me upright, and slams my back into the stall wall hard enough that the wood digs into my shoulder blades and knocks the air out of me. Her knee drives up between my legs and jolts my whole body so hard my knees almost buckle. Both hands claw into my huge tits, squeezing and raking deep while she yanks my head sideways by the hair, tearing more free at the roots. She drags me by the rope, slams me face-first into a hay bale, and climbs on my back. Her elbows hammer the back of my head and neck, each one jarring my skull and flashing my vision white. The whip cracks across my ass and thighs in sharp snaps while the rope stays tight around my throat, cutting off air. She rips the last of my shorts completely off, leaving me fully naked from the waist down, dirt and hay stuck to my skin, face and ass stinging, throat raw, but I'm still up and locked in.

I drive my elbow back hard into her ribs to create space, then twist and shove her off me. I snatch a long leather horse whip from the wall and crack it in a full sideways swing that lashes across her thighs and then up across her stomach. I reverse immediately and whip the leather three times across her massive bare tits in rapid snaps. I drop the whip, grab a thick coiled lead rope, and whip it around her waist and under her arms in one motion. I yank hard, jerking her forward and off balance, then drive a heavy right hand into her face while I keep the rope taut. My free hand claws into her hair at the roots and yanks her head down as I slam a knee up into her gut.

I step in tight, still holding the rope around her waist, and start unloading short, vicious punches to her face and exposed tits while I use the rope to keep her bent and controlled. My cowgirl boot stomps down on her bare foot to pin her in place. With my other hand I reach down, hook my fingers into the torn remains of her daisy dukes, and rip them the rest of the way off so she's fully naked from the waist down. I drag her by the rope and hair toward the open stall door, slam her back against the wooden frame, and start driving rapid elbows into her stomach and chest while the rope stays cinched. I'm not giving her any room -- every yank and strike is meant to keep her pinned against the frame, fully exposed, and eating damage until she stops fighting. Yt

[BruisyLucy]

The whip lashes across my thighs and stomach and leaves burning lines that make my legs buckle for a second; the three rapid snaps across my massive bare tits land so hard each one makes them slam together and bounce, fresh welts rising tight and hot. The rope whips around my waist and under my arms and yanks tight, jerking me forward and off balance so hard I stumble. Her right hand crashes into my face and snaps my head sideways while the rope stays taut. She claws into my hair at the roots and yanks my head down, tearing more free, then drives her knee up into my gut so deep I fold and gasp. The short punches that follow hammer my face and exposed tits, each one making my breasts bounce and my vision flash. Her boot stomps down on my bare foot and pins me in place. She hooks her fingers into the torn remains of my daisy dukes and rips them the rest of the way off, leaving me fully naked from the waist down, dirt and hay stuck to my skin. She drags me by the rope and hair, slams my back against the wooden stall door frame, and drives rapid elbows into my stomach and chest while the rope stays cinched. I'm half-choked, fully exposed, ribs and face throbbing, but still conscious and locked in.
I drive my knee up hard into her stomach to create space, then twist and shove her backward. I snatch a long leather riding crop from the hook and crack it across her face in a sharp downward snap, then immediately reverse and lash it three times across her massive bare tits and once more across her stomach. I drop the crop, grab a thick coiled lead rope, and whip it around her ankles in one tight motion. I yank hard, pulling her legs out from under her and dropping her flat on her back in the dirt. While she's down I step in, drive a cowgirl boot into her ribs to keep her bent, and claw both hands into her huge tits, squeezing and raking deep.
I drop to my knees beside her, grab a nearby horse whip, and crack it across her ass and thighs in sharp snaps while I keep one hand clawed into her hair, yanking her head back. I reach down with my free hand, hook into what's left of her torn shorts, and rip them completely off so she's fully naked from the waist down too. I climb on top of her, plant my boots on either side of her hips, and start unloading heavy punches to her face and exposed chest while I keep the whip in one hand and crack it across her stomach between punches. I'm not letting her up -- every strike is meant to keep her pinned on her back in the dirt, fully exposed, and eating damage until she stops fighting. Yt

[BruisyLucy]