Ok....the poll is closed...Marsha defeated me...
I can hardly believe it...but that is the reality..
I am adding here the second part of the fight...hope you like it...
I posted the complete story in the story section too...
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The chubby bitch is strong and also very fast. Unexpectedly fast. I have been surprised by her move.
I did not expect her being so good and now I need to muster a comeback before it is too late.
I change my tactics. I stop trying to break free from her chokehold by pulling her arms and I begin sending my elbow hard into her side. One, two, three times, putting all my force in these blows, trying to inflict some damage to Marsha.
I can hear her grunts and her body shaking under my blows as I keep on punishing her flabby side but she is still holding her choke and I am not succeeding in breaking it.
I send one more blow and at last I can feel her hold been loosened at last.
I can finally take some air into my tortured lungs. I gulp and breathe better now but at the same time I take a pause, stop hitting the little bitch thus allowing her to regroup.
She suddenly tightens the hold again and rolls on her side, making me roll down with her, till I find myself face down on the carpet and now she is on my back, the weight of her body pushing and crashing me to the floor, flattening painfully my tits and still choking me.
ARGHHHHHHHH…
I groan as I am back struggling to get some air.
I have turned into a worse position as not only she can go back squeezing my neck but now she can also add her body weight to better secure the hold.
I am getting short of breath. I already feel my head go light.
I know that it is not a good sign and if I don’t do something I’ll be out soon.
I am trying to shake the bitch off but I am trapped underneath her body, as the lack of oxygen is weakening me fast, too fast. I am panicking now.
My hands cannot reach her and I can not make any damage to her. The bitch really trapped me nicely. – Go out slut, go out. – her words echo into my brain and I am tempted to follow them and let me go, then I think of my husband, expecting me to score my first victory since I joined the board, and I get a surge of anger. I have to fight back. I want to show him that I can win my fights.
I have come here to show him that I can score one win, at last and I want to do it.
I want him to be proud of me.
Suddenly Marsha viciously grabs my hair and yanks my head back, painfully arching my body, my back near to the breaking point.
- Arghhhhhhhhhhh ……… - I scream, feeling the unbearable pain in my back, with also my scalp burning as she is savagely shaking me like a rag doll.
– Let me goooooooo… – I cry, tears flowing from my eyes.
I can hear her laugh as she indeed releases the hold, letting me fall back to the floor.
THUD…..
my face crashes hard to the carpet and I see stars.
She grabs my hair and
BANGGGGG
she crashes my face again to the floor.
BANGGGGGG and again.
I am dazed.
Stars are flashing in front of my eyes.
I am tasting some blood into my mouth.
I feel her hands grab the hem of my tight mini dress and two seconds later Marsha has pulled it off my body, leaving me wearing only my panties and sandals.
Before I can even complain she rolls me on my back and come to seat on my chest, facing me and trapping my arms under her knees.
She looks directly into my watery eyes, a triumph expression in her face.
She starts slapping my face hard…
SLAPPPPP………..SLAPPPPPPPPPPP.. right, left,
SLAPPPPP….SLAPPPPPPPPPPP right, left…..
My cheeks are burning and my head is ringing.
The bitch is really dominating me and I still have to score one good blow to her.
- Ah ah…..- she laughs - so this is the only thing that you can do, bitch ? Getting punished and crying like a baby ? -
She turns her position, still seating on my chest but facing now my body and starts slapping my naked breasts.
ARGHHHHHHHHHH..
She is slapping them hard, several times then she proceeds with twisting, pinching and stretching my hard, sensitive nipples adding even more pain.
And it is not over yet. Then punches follow, pancaking my tits, painfully crashing them, moving down, targeting also my belly and I can do nothing to stop this torture.
She can do whatever she likes with my body. I feel lost.
- Stop…please…stop…mpppphhhhhhhhhhhh..-
I try to scream but only muffled sounds come from my mouth as she is moving her ass back, till I can recognize the musky smell of her pussy as together with her asshole she is now covering my face, sealing my nose and mouth. No, please, not this. Spare me this humiliation.
It is now going from bad to worse as I feel my panties being pulled off, sliding down my legs, my ankles and off my heeled feet. Nooooo, I am naked now and next she grabs my legs, pulling them up and folding my body till my ankles come back almost touching my shoulders, with my privates now in full view and easily accessible from her position.
Oh, my God, no… I think as next I feel her fingers entering my pussy, pushing down deep and start working inside, pumping and scratching, pinching my clit, playing with it.
Arghh…the slut wants me to cum. I must resist but it is impossible. She is too good.
She knows how to work on me, touching my sensitive parts and soon I feel my groin responding to her thrusts, following her rhythm, faster and faster, a huge orgasm is mounting inside me till I savagely explode, squirting like a hose and she keeps on pumping more and more, not stopping, not satisfied yet, wishing to humiliate me further, making me cum again and again, draining my last energies, my residual forces leaving me with these orgasms.
I am completely done, exhausted. Nothing is left in me, not even my spirit.
She has conquered me. I lay there at her mercy.
No whatsoever energy left in my drained body.
Now it is her turn to get some sexual satisfaction as I feel Marsha rubbing her pussy over my nose and mouth, passing it back and forth, back and forth and next sensation I feel is my face getting all wet, flooded with her sticky juices. She is gushing like a fountain. I hear her moans of pleasure as her body shakes over me. This is actually the last thing that I can remember as I try one last futile attempt to push her away from my body. I pull up my arms, I weakly fold my legs, pointing the heels on the carpet but I can not dismount her.
She seats back comfortably on my face, putting all her weight on me, pushing hard, laughing loud and cutting completely my air supply. I cannot breathe. I desperately shake, I twitch helplessly, shining stars are flashing on the side of my vision and slowly but constantly I begin to black out, darkness engulfing me as my arms drop down with a light thud, my legs stop kicking, my heeled feet sliding down to the floor, as a final sigh is exiting my lips.
I am done. Out for good. I have lost once more. I feel so ashamed.
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From here I leave my husband to tell what he saw as I am out of the world. =================
Ok, one hour has gone. I check my watch. I have waited enough. Time to go back to Marsha’s house.
I had a nice walk around, stopping and seating on a bench enjoying the fresh air, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face, nervously thinking of what is going on inside the house, with the two ladies fighting till one is left unconscious. I would have loved to be allowed to witness the fight but Fawn preferred to keep it private.
It is time to pick my wife. I am pretty optimistic that she scored her first win since joining the catfight board. She deserves it. I saw her adversary, Marsha, opening the door and I am pretty sure that Fawn has easily put her out. She is no match for my skilled bride.
I walk to the door and knock at it, waiting for few seconds.
The distinct sound of heels approaching. Fawn for sure, I smile.
The door gets opened. – Ok, honey …it is time… - I stop immediately when I see that the woman standing in front of me is not my brunette beauty, but Marsha.
My smile crushes with my hope to face my victorious wife.
I am surprised and upset.
- What….what.. – I can hardly mutter…
- What happened ? – Marsha is almost laughing looking at my face. - Worry not honey. Your little bitch is taking a nice nap and she will be out for some time. If you like you can scratch her pitiful body from the floor and carry her back home. I already enjoyed her enough. –
She steps aside walking inside the room as I follow her, watching her swaying buttocks as she proceeds on her stiletto heeled sandals, taking me into a large well lighted room.
- There she is. Nice piece of trash. – she stops, pointing to the unmoving figure lying on the floor.
I am shocked watching the prone motionless body of my brunette wife, strictly tied.
Fawn is clearly out cold, lying naked, secured in a very uncomfortable hogtied bondage, her arms pulled back and her wrists tightly secured by ropes to her ankles, her legs completely folded back with her feet touching her buttocks. I notice how her black sexy sandals are sneaking between her tied legs, with their stiletto heels deeply inserted one in her asshole and the second in her pussy.
Her face is resting on the floor but I can see how her mouth has been ball-gagged, luckily she is surely unaware of her ordeal being completely out cold, her eyes shut closed.
Her entire face is shining with love juices that have reached also part of her raven hair, surely coming from the happy Marsha that is still admiring her job, walking slowly around the destroyed Asian brunette, hovering round her beaten body like a vulture, placing on foot on her back and pushing the stiletto heel into her soft skin, still getting no reaction from Fawn.
- Get your little bitch back home honey and tell her that it has been a pleasure kicking her ass. -
she blows me a kiss as I lift my brunette in my arms and exit the house carrying her limp body away to my car parked right outside.
I hope that Fawn will carefully consider again before accepting another challenge in future.
