I am posting this due to the interest in whipfights in a recent thread.
This is an INTRODUCTION to a whipfight that will take place LATER in the book UNTAMED RIVALRY: SCENES FROM A FEMALE FIGHT CLUB
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The context is that Alexis, now admitted to the Club is looking at the “Bitchcraft” section of the club website where women who offer combat tuition advertise themselves. She is with her lover Suki, who is an experienced member.
The two were lost in reverie for a full minute before Suki, returning to the task in hand, said “Alexis let me show you how to navigate the site.” Suki turned her tablet to landscape and clicked the shortcut on her homepage through to The Club’s site.
Pandora’s Box
The site’s landing page was a black background. Scarcely visible in a charcoal grey color were the outlines of women in physical and sexual combat, website wallpaper so subtle that it was hard to pick out the figures at first glance. Suki explained that the images were treated stills of various fights in The Club. There were five large control buttons running down the right hand side, labeled: Events, Members, Bitchcraft, Forum and Archives.
Alexis looked quizzically at Suki, “And Bitchcraft is what?”
“Basically it is training offered by members in all the techniques you’ll find used in every style of combat. Shall we take a look?” Suki then clicked on the control button and a number of icons revealed themselves. Alexis found herself drawn to the icon showing two riding crops crossed as though they were swords. Reaching across Suki and drawing her finger over the mouse-pad Alexis clicked and the screen divided into three panels, each showing a member offering tuition.
In one panel stood a rather icy and voluptuous blonde, clad in black underwear, flexing a riding crop in her hand. In the next stood a Latina, naked except for a leather thong, there was fresh blood in a welt across her left breast and a cut across her left cheek. In the last panel was a striking full-breasted torso shot of a black woman holding a riding crop in both hands.
“Hmmm…fighting with whips, that’s a new one to me, sounds exciting,” said Alexis, and slowly turning to Suki she asked, “Have you done it?” Suki cocked her head and, looking pleased with herself, she nodded in confirmation. “I’ll tell you about it and her once you have watched this.” She then leaned forward and pressed the play button on the blonde’s image. There was a slight delay. Then a caption “Caroline M” showed briefly, and the blonde began to speak in a well-modulated English accent. She had a graceful body as well as being well educated. A cascade of naturally pale blond hair, full but pert breasts with pink nipples, and thigh muscles honed by years of horsemanship and exercise.
Smiling, she started to speak, “Hello, I think it is hard to maintain that you are really a member of this club if you have never felt the sting of a whip or never heard the crack of the leather on another bitch’s body. I expect most of you will have thrilled to the whip fights in the archives.” Then gently tapping the whip in her hand she continued, “Maybe that’s why you are here watching me now. You know that I leave my slut-rivals bleeding and begging me to do them, or to let them do me. So, if you want to learn, then I am the best.”
She inclined her head, looking down at the unseen woman who was busily eating her, and with her left hand, she grabbed the woman by her chestnut tresses. She maneuvered the woman’s face round so she was directly facing the camera.
“If you want to learn, I promise to be gentle when it is your first time. This is Delphine,” she said, first kissing and then playfully cuffing the twenty-something girl across her face, “isn’t she beautiful. As it was her first time, I promised not to scar or cut her.” Caroline jerked the Frenchwoman’s head up and back revealing angry red blotches to the camera, adding, “I was true to my word, look, no blood or broken skin. Tell the members how you got to cross crops with me today.”
Delphine bore a welt across her mouth, glazed with Caroline’s juices. She looked directly at the camera in her delightfully accented, francophone English and said, “Caroline, she trained me two days long, she is fantastic teacher. She teaches me to fight with whip.” Caroline again forced Delphine’s head backwards. “Tell the ladies what happened.”
Gallic pride visibly stiffened Delphine’s posture, her firm dark-nippled breasts heaved as she seemed to spit the words at the camera, “I fight and fuck-up that bitch Ingrid, I show to her who is the best woman!” The camera panned across to a flaxen haired beauty standing with each arm tethered to a metal frame. She was angrily hanging on every word Delphine said. Caroline bent down and kissed Delphine, her tongue lingering on the welt across her cheek. “Tell the ladies what happened to Ingrid,” she murmured in a stage whisper.
Delphine continued, “Ingrid lose to me, she loser, so I fuck her with strap-on. I invite Caroline, she fuck her too at same time. Ingrid like lose, she took cock like putain...” she added, the English word for whore eluding her very kissable lips. “Then today I fight Caroline, I know she win, but I must prove me as real woman.”
Caroline again kissed Delphine hungrily, murmuring audibly, “Darling, you proved you are a real woman.” Then looking at the camera she said clearly, “Delphine showed she can take it as well as give it out. She has pushed her limits and tested herself against extremes. I admire and expect that sentiment in any wannabe pupil,” she said stroking the brunette’s cheek. Then jerking her head backwards to show her control, she added with true steeliness, “but if this Bordelaise bitch ever presents herself to fight me again, I’ll whip the clothes off her sexy, slut-body and I’ll fuck her girl on the tatters.” Pausing to smile she added, “Of course, I’ll film it for my fans.”
Caroline, recomposing herself, resumed her hostess demeanor. “If you are woman enough to want to try it and me on, and learn what really rough girls do, contact me directly through my Club homepage.” The film stopped and returned to the original still shot.
“What did you think?” asked Suki.
Alexis, clearly turned on by what she had seen, paused then turned to Suki and said breathily, “I want to try it and her, and soon!” The prospect of something extreme had excited Alexis’ natural desire to push boundaries. In addition, Caroline looked hot and with her upper-class English accent she could not help but imagine Caroline and Suki laying into each other with whips, spewing trash-talk in their perfect diction. She stopped herself and thought, no! She wanted to take that smug blonde herself. Alexis wanted to hear her beg for it after she, had drawn blood. After all, Caroline’s promise not to draw blood or scar from a novice, surely did not apply to Caroline herself, an accomplished professional who would deserve anything she got!
Suki added, “Caroline is one of the sexiest women in this club. You might remember I said I had a rival member in London, well that’s her. You might also recall I said that we were having a break from each other. Well, even for us it was getting a bit too intense.”
Alexis was intrigued and a fresh surge of jealousy coursed through her and her natural competitiveness soared. What displeased her was that she could tell Suki was pleased to be able to describe another woman as “sexy” in front of her! She must have known the effect it would have on an alpha woman like her, naturally prone to be competitive.
Sighing slightly at the memory Suki continued, “We used to offer Bitchcraft lessons for two women at time, normally club members or aspiring novices. We would take one woman each for a long weekend. On Fridays, we would test and train them on whatever technique, double shaft, tribbing, fingering, all out fights, whatever they wanted. On Saturday evening, we would pitch them against each other. Each woman would have written what she wanted as prize for winning, for example double penetration of the loser by the winner and her coach, or for Caroline or me to pleasure her in front of the loser.”
Suki stopped and sighed, “We used to compare notes on our trainees, and we were naturally competitive. We knew we were actually fighting each other by proxy. In the end, we dropped training other women and we would spend entire weekends locked in sexual combat with each other. During the week, we’d phone and taunt each other about our prowess. We were utterly obsessed with one another. It was like a rivalry drug.”
Alexis now felt chilled with jealously. Inwardly she asked herself, “Would this bitch Caroline think she is hotter than me? Her second and more pressing unspoken question was, “Does Suki think that Caroline is as hot as me?” She wanted to meet Caroline, and show her and Suki who was best!
“What caused you to finally break your routine with her?” asked Alexis.
“Our competitiveness finally got too extreme. One weekend, a year or so back, after having used every combat technique, we had fought ourselves to a stalemate. We had the fight lust so badly that as a final tiebreak we agreed to use studs.” She looked at Alexis, to see if she had registered the implications. Alexis’ rapt attention suggested she had.
“They were only training battle-studs, rubber, not steel or spurs, but given the competitive frenzy we were in it was enough to be dangerous. I don’t think I’ve ever had such an intense match. I’ll never forget how bright her eyes were and how they dilated every time she scored a hit and made me moan with pain.” Suki swallowed at the memory and her voice cracked as she went on, “I am sure she was getting the same reaction from me. What was strange and unsettling was how much she seemed to enjoy the pain I inflicted on her. There was no trash-talking or name calling just the grunting and groans of two naked women, straining their ripped physiques to render the other sexually incapable.”
Alexis interrupted to point out that she too got a certain thrill from showing the other woman that she could take it as well as give it, and that having an opponent capable of inflicting pain was an important part of a real fight. However, while Alexis preferred to give rather than receive pain, she enjoyed scars she had received in catfights. She said they were badges of honor.
Suki became reflective. “We were both pretty badly bruised and we must have fought for nearly an hour before we stopped. There was no discussion or cries to stop, we just did and I dressed and left. What concerned me was that I know that deep down, we both really wanted to carry on. We were starting to become numb to the pain and to relish it!”
After a brief pause she continued, “That week, even though we were still feeling the bruising, we phoned each other and threatened each other. First, it was that we should fight with steel studs and then the threat escalated to spurs. I mean this was just in private, not an arena contest, with dozens of spectators to make the victory more valuable. I realized our rivalry was getting out of control, so I did not return the following weekend.”
“What did she say?” asked Alexis.
Suki looked irritated, “She just sent me an email saying she had won, but if I was ever woman enough to face her one-on-one alone she would be waiting.” Then pausing, she growled, “I’ll give that bitch a run for her money next time I see her. Alone.” The emphasis on the “alone” suggested that Alexis was not being invited to watch old scores being settled.
Suki touched the mouse-pad and navigated back to the icon page. She moved the cursor across to the icon of a double dildo. Clicking on it, photos of nine women offering lessons appeared. The use of sex-toys in combat was clearly a more crowded field than whip fighting. Suki guided the cursor to the now familiar face of Caroline. The video started. Caroline was standing next to a screen. In the film, she was in a mutual scissor with an attractive black-haired Latina of the same body shape as herself. The sound on the movie was at zero, so the intense struggle played out in silence. Caroline was wearing a black dressing gown open at the front and using a riding crop as a pointer.
“Deep-fucking a rival with a long, rigid toy is one of my favorite things. You need to show real control, a tight grip is the key. If you are the kind of bitch that spills her juices just because you’ve got twelve inches of plastic cock in you, you’ll never get a good enough grip to drive deep into your rival. A strong pussy and self-discipline are critical.”
The camera angle changed to a shot from above the thrusting pair. Buried deep in each woman was a pink double-headed dildo. In the center was a smear of red. Caroline tapped the screen at that spot with her riding crop. “When I fuck-fight with a dildo I let my rival choose the halfway spot and mark it with lipstick. I then insert up to the mark. That way no one is getting more than half." Suki quickly put the film on pause. She explained that the most common technique in these contests was to drive as much of the toy into your rival as possible. Keeping so little in your own pussy required real strength of muscular control if you were to be able to drive it home.
Suki restarted the film and Caroline continued, “I like to see how well we are doing and how long it takes me to bury the lipstick mark in her pussy. In this case, you can see the large smeared area shows that Miranda and I have been going back and forth inconclusively for about an hour. We have both come and spilt some juice. However, we have managed to keep hold. But watch what happens now…”
Caroline then stood to one side and the screen showing the two struggling thrusting women, their buttocks raised off the ground. Their hands are behind them, bearing their bodyweight as they grind against each other. From above we can see Caroline is gradually driving the shaft deeper into Miranda, the red smear of lipstick is now disappearing into the Latina’s cxnt. In an act of athleticism, Miranda raises one hand and slaps Caroline across the face while retaining her balance. “Puta…”
Caroline responds furiously, panting out her trash at the Latina, “Is that all you have bitch! Hit me again! This cock is mine and I’m going to ram fuck you until you spill it all!” Miranda groans, her nipples are so hard they look as though they might split. The lipstick smear is deep inside her now. Caroline has only four inches inside her, but has such a tight grip she is in control of the twelve inches in Miranda. Caroline can feel she is at her target. She thrusts three times hard, grunting emphatically at each effort. Miranda’s head goes back. She can feel the head of the shaft knocking insistently on the neck of her cervix, Caroline’s ultimate goal. No woman can withstand such a deep and intimate pounding.
Caroline taunts Miranda, “You are no novice slut! I will bruise you unless you give it to me now. Spill it bitch! Spill it now! Give it to me slut!” Miranda starts a growl that turns into a whine. Her hands relax and her bottom touches the matting. Next, she leans back, her hands rising to cup and squeeze her breasts as she gives in to the orgasm. Juices are leaking faster now and enabling Caroline to rut even harder and deeper. Miranda’s stomach spasms and the cries of a woman spending like a banshee wrack the room. The rut continues for another thirty seconds with the sound being faded out. Caroline returns center stage.
“Ladies, if you’d like to learn how to fuck rather than be fucked, please contact me directly. If you are new, I won’t be too rough and I won’t bruise your cervix, though I will find your G-spot! However, if you think you are experienced and want to test your cxnt against mine, I’ll fuck you so hard and deep you’ll puddle your bitch-juice just like that slut Miranda.” The camera moved in and Caroline screwed up her face disdainfully at the camera, “Miranda is real competition, but I doubt you are. You are probably better off doing yourself watching me fuck sluts for you. You can join my fan club if you aren’t woman enough to meet me pussy-to-pussy!” She paused for affect then added, “Try me anyway – I’d love to cream you!” Caroline then blew a kiss and the screen went dark.
Suki paused before making her suggestion. Alexis was obviously intrigued and it was clear that the last challenge from Caroline had ignited her own desire for a confrontation. She broke the silence by saying, “To prove I bear no petty grudge, I fully confess Caroline merits her entries in the Bitchcraft directory. I had thought she might train you on the shaft, since I know you have never used one in combat.”
Alexis took this as a criticism where Suki had intended none. She also began to suspect that Suki was using her as a proxy, in order both to fight her former rival, and perhaps to regain access to her. She did not like the idea of Caroline training her. In no way was Alexis prepared to accept Caroline as her superior. “Suki, I am a real woman, I use my body and believe me I need no other devices to put a woman down.” Then pausing she added, “I suppose that as that slut-bitch Karen has taunted me about never having used toys, I need to learn. It seems that blond whore might have her uses.”
Suki added matter-of-factly, “I’ll fix up a lesson when you are across for the September session.”
Alexis looked fiercely at Suki, “There won’t be a lesson! There will be a full confrontation, a double-shaft fuck-fight! I want you to see me take it to that slut and cream her. I want it on film to show the members how to take down and fuck a smug bitch! I assume you are woman enough to be in her presence again, and watch me do it, right?”
This threatened show of force against Caroline really aroused Suki. Even more, she liked the idea of watching it in person. What Suki had not worked through were her own emotions at the thought of re-establishing contact with Caroline. Alexis was now challenging her to show she had no problem with being face-to-face with Caroline again. She was suddenly thrilled at the idea of a confrontation between her new lover and her former rival.
