Hi All,
This is the first time I am writing a catfight story, so I am very eager to hear your feedbacks.
The setting is in the mythical age of ancient Greece, where 15 beautiful huntresses fight it out in 23 matches, with final fights to the death. The following is the first match only, along with a general intro. I wrote them mimicking the Homeric epic style, which seems more befitting of the content. I hope you all like it.
The entire 23 matches story is actually only a prologue to my main catfighting stories, taking place in a modern setting. I might be biting off more than I can chew here. But anyway, here it goes:
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ODE TO FOX
Prologue – The Hyrian Rhapsody
Sing to me, GODDESS, of the destruction of the Hyrianides,
those pitiful companions of the virgin hunting goddess Artemis,
full of beauty and pride, in their tantalizing youth,
banished to the desolate island of Hyria. Goaded by jealousy
and fury, they fought savagely amongst themselves,
only to meet their ends, all in doom.
Begin, MUSE, when the virgin goddess Artemis and her
mortal companion Orion hunted together on the island of Crete.
Under the starlit night sky, they sat by the bonfire,
watching the famed Huntresses of Artemis dance, fifteen beauties
in all, with charm and elegance matched only by the divine goddess.
Succumbed to his carnal lust, the wretched mortal Orion
clasped the virgin goddess by her delicate waist,
with his powerful hand, pulling her firmly against his beating chest.
Jolted by the sudden advance, the divine goddess recoiled,
but her supple body gave way under his penetrating gaze.
Collapsing onto her man's broad shoulder, she trembled like
a newborn chick. Her sensual submission further stiffened his resolve.
With a deep groan, that virile hunter summoned all his courage,
to charge those unsullied vernal gates of pure ecstasy.
But at last, it was not the fate of the virgin goddess,
to be deflowered by an ephemeral mortal.
Zeus, the king of gods, father of Artemis, sent Fury to
blind the eyes of the dancing Huntresses. In their fits of frenzy,
they mistook Orion for a bear. Like a pack of vicious hounds,
they charged at him, shredded him to pieces with their bare hands.
Enraged, Artemis banished them all, to the barren island of Hyria,
on the far edge of the Aegean Sea, to suffer for their transgression.
Years passed, filled with anger jealousy and resentment,
these savage beauties quarreled ceaselessly amongst themselves,
evoking pity and annoyance from the haughty goddess.
Artemis sent forth Eris, the goddress of Discord, to stir up a tempest
among these bickering Huntresses. The conniving Eris, always full of twists
and turns, threw a golden oyster on the beach, along came a note
written: To the best fighter this she shall receive.
All fifteen beauties claimed the prize, and agreed they finally did,
to fight in a tournament, a fight to the finish,
with the last one standing to gain possesion of the precious oyster.
And so the carnage began, amongst the most alluring and ferocious
females in the realm of gods and men, on the glistering sand of Hyria
they fought. It was Cyme and Messeis who drew the first lot.
Both born of Naiad stock, dark-haired beauties of Euxine,
a flirtatious race whose salacious looks conceal their bellicose nature.
The proud Cyme {left}, daughter of King Creon of Naia, was
a princess of noble birth. Already at a tender age, her fame spread
beyond the borders as a skilled fighter. It was said, she devoted her life
to the virgin goddess Artemis. But her stern father, eager to marry her off,
invited all suitors to the palace for a magnificent feast.
The lofty princess, quick-witted as she was, boasted that
only a man who can best her in wrestling will ever win her body
and her heart, but beware those who lose, for they shall be
castrated in shame. For five days Cyme fought, defeating
every suitor who dared to challenge her, piling up an ever growing
mound of phalluses amidst cries of agony and horror.
At last Ares, the god of War, attracted to her prowess and valiance,
disguised himself as a princely suitor, yearning to subdue her.
They fought from sunrise to sunset, a spirited effort by the princess,
but she finally capitulated, to the power of the immortal god.
Cyme cried out for Artemis, as Ares mounted her enfeebled body.
The virgin goddess heard her, and shrouded the palace in a cloud of mist,
swiftly snatched her from under the claws of the War god.
And so she became one of Artemis’ closest hunting companions.
When the Centaurs rebelled against the Olympian gods,
King Ixion and his four beastly warriors, half man and half horse,
wounded and cornered the virgin goddess Artemis.
Cyme dashed herself against odds, bravely killing two,
before succumbing to a vicious blow from behind, striking her out cold.
The timely arrival of Apollo and Hermes saved the limp body of the
female warrior, dangling naked across king Ixion's hairy shoulders.
The sultry Messeis {right}, was the daughter of Lamos, a wanderer who
claimed lineage from the heroic Heracles. While in Naia, fell in love he did,
with a local sorceress. She bored him a daughter, Messeis they named
her, the name of a beautiful flower, but poisoneous touch.
Soon, Lamos left them behind, pursuing his conquest of the Amazons.
And before long, the sorceress also abandon her hapless baby.
A kind hearted herdsman of King Creon took Messeis in
and raised her. Having the blood of a hero and a sorceress in her veins,
the young Messeis already won great fame, rival that of Princess Cyme,
as the two best fighters in Naia. Men wondered aloud, pitting one against
the other, but the lofty princess disdained her rival's low-born status,
refused any fight with her. When the Amazonian queen Penthesilea
and her army returning home after sacking Athens, she stopped
at Naia, to visit her old friend King Creon. Upon going back to their ships,
the Amazons saw Messeis, grazing her cattle with her stepfather.
Attracted to her sultry looks, they kidnapped and enslaved her.
But fortune struck when they shipwrecked on the island of Delos,
where the god Apollo kept his sacred oxens. The stranded crew
grew careless on Messeis, until one night, the resourceful warrior broke free,
and murdered them all she did, in their sleep, all except for Queen Penthesilea.
She challenged the queen to a fair fight, and the queen accepted.
A lengthy vicious fight it was, as they traded blows for blows,
Messeis ultimately reined triumphant, vanquishing her Amazonian foe.
Unmoved by Penthesilea's pleading submission,
the ruthless conqueror tied her up to the altar of Apollo,
spread-eagled and naked. Then she smeared the scent of
ovulating heifer on the queen’s vagina, and let loose Apollo's sacred bull.
The raging beast, with its long stiff phallus, the size of a spear head,
charged at Penthesilea, splitted her slit, gored her through,
impaling the Amazon Queen, whose shrill cries only silenced by black
blood spewing from her mouth. Soon, but a shadow of her pale dead body
jerked and twitched under the mad humping bull.
Messeis watched on with hideous laughter. A ghastly scene!
Infatuated by her ruthlessness ways, the virgin goddess Artemis took
the wandering maiden as one of her best hunting companions.
And so these two raven-haired Huntresses, best warriors of Naia,
as fate had chosen, shall at long last fight to determine who is better.
And a clear bright day it was. The sapphire blue water crashed against
the golden sand of Hyria, rhythmically, like a beating battle drum.
Under the scorching sun the Huntresses stood, face to face,
with soul piercing gaze, sizing each other silently.
Their scanty leopard-skinned wardrobe fluttered softly against the
gentle breeze, covered just enough to still reveal their sensuous bodies.
The beach was eerily quiet otherwise, as if the gods all held their breath,
waiting to see which of these two ferocious vixens will triumph.
With two sudden shouts of war cry, they lunged at each other,
locking up their arms, jousting fiercely for position.
Round and round they turned, leaning full weight against each other,
leaving deep imprints in the sand with each step they tread.
Neither could overpower the other. They separated to
catch a breath, assessing any weakness they can find in the opponent.
Two more high-pitched shrieks, they charged each other again.
Their knees buckled this time, gave way to the momentum of the impact.
Kneeling on the ground, these fierce hellcats fought, wrapping their arms
around each other's shoulders, looking to bring down her rival,
and mounting her from the top. At last, backwards they fell together,
crashing down onto the hard sand.
Cyme was more swift, trapping her smaller foe between her thighs
before she could escape, squeezing the wind out of her surprised rival.
Messeis grimaced. She kicked against the ground to gain leverage,
hoping to turn around and pin down Cyme. But the proud princess
pushed back, gripping Messeis' delicate neck with both hands.
In a test of will, their eyes met with flaming fire-breathing anguish.
With a shout at the top of her lung, Cyme summoned all her might,
commandingly pinned Messeis back, clutching hard her throat,
pressing down her head ruthlessly against the hot burning sand.
Sultry Messeis struggled gallantly, but her body was trapped
between her rival's shapely thighs. She pushed hard against Cyme's
face, preventing the dominant feline from mounting her.
But the proud Cyme grew sadistic. She grabbed a fistful of sand,
and smeared them all over Messeis’ wincing face,
taunting her trapped prey. Furious Messeis was, fine golden sand
gritted between her teeth. But her dainty waist was caught between
those strong legs, as her struggle turned weaker at each squeeze of
Cyme's thighs.
Sensing her rival's moment of vulnerability, the proud princess
mounted on top of Messeis, held down firmly her shoulders.
The trapped vixen twisted and turned underneath,
a struggle that produced more annoyance than effectiveness.
In a display of female dominance, Cyme pressed
her dangling breasts into those perky ones below so tightly,
that all four might burst. Messeis groaned as life breath escaped
her chest. Cyme caught her flailing legs with her own, wrapping
around them like Dionysian vines. With authority,
she spread the legs apart. Messeis grimaced, her body trapped and
all four limbs pinned. She summoned all her strength, bridging
her pelvis, almost lifting up Cyme's entire body.
Cyme pressed down her hips hard, locking Messeis's groin back onto
the hard sand. Again Messeis bridged, and again she was overcome.
A third attempt also failed her. Letting out a soft whimper,
Messeis’s body gave way as she ceased her fruitless struggle.
Motionless they laid together, panting heavy breath.
Catching a second wind, the proud Cyme sprang up,
and crashed down with her full weight on top of Messeis' brazenly
exposed chest, her curvy rump squashed those supple breasts
beneath, spreading them sideways, and flattening them.
Firmly in control, Cyme stared into Messeis’ eyes,
flaunting her dominance, taunting her helpless rival:
“Messeis and Cyme, best fighters of Naia, you and I. Oh, for how long
men have wondered who, between us, is the better. And today they
shall find out. But you are weaker than your reputation suggests,
Messeis. Look how I ride you, have you got no more fight in you?!"
Cyme's taunting words sparked a new fire of rage in Messeis.
Letting out a sharp shriek, she dug her nails deep into Cyme's
luscious thighs, jolted the raven-haired princess.
In one swift motion, the nimble vixen bridged her body,
and slithered out from under. Her face brushed against Cyme’s crotch,
pushed aside her loosely clad panty, revealing that most tender pink flesh
in a woman's body. Success! Messeis freed herself from the startled Cyme,
before she realized what had happened. Filled with frustration, the raven-
haired feline howled at her prey, who just got away from within her clasp.
"Good try Messeis. But I swear by Zeus, you will cry for mercy
before I am finished with you. I will humiliate you like no one before!"
“The day is still young, princess. Your wrestle better with your words than
with your body. Let’s fight, and grant the men of Naia their hearts desire.”
Messeis countered.
With those words, these two Huntresses circled and stalked each other,
like two ferocious felines, looking to attack at the slightest opening.
At once, foolhardy Cyme charged at Messeis, trying to bully down her foe
with her superior strength. But nimble-footed Messeis was ready
for her. She smartly side stepped, dodging the brunt of Cyme's force.
Like a skillful Cretan bull tamer, always effortlessly noose a charging bull,
Messeis wrapped her arms around Cyme's neck, and yanked with her
full body weight. The proud heifer's knees buckled, down she crumbled
onto the hard sand. The skillful bull tamer did not let go of her prey.
On the ground they struggled. The heifer kicked and twisted fiercely,
tried to power her way free. The resolute bull tamer kept clamping onto
her tightly noosed victim, riding her up and down, holding on for dear life.
In what felt like an eternity, the heifer was finally worn down, each of her
kick weaker than the previous. She huffed laboriously under the weight of
her conqueror, who breathed in no milder fashion. The sultry bull tamer slowly
straddled on top of the listless heifer, lying there face down, powerless,
tamed of her wild spirit. She twisted her prey's arms back,
clutching them tightly with her left arm, tying her up like a sacrificial victim.
With her right hand, she clasped firmly her victim's delicate neck,
lifting her head high above the glittering sand. Messeis looked into
Cyme's bovine eyes, and spoke commandingly into her ear:
"Look who is on top now, wretched cow! Submit to me, and I may spare you.
Yield to your mistress as I claim you my new prize."
The proud princess let out a deep groan, but not a single word she uttered.
The brash warrior tightened her grips, and screamed again:
“Plead for mercy, princess! Or I will make you taste my womanhood
before all is over."
Cyme's face twisted with anger and revulsion at those insulting words.
She grimaced hard before shouting back:
"Hold your tongue, you miserable Harpy. I am a noble princess,
chaste as the day I was born. Go fetch a sex slave to quench
your licencious thirst. I will not touch that foul place of yours. I swear
by Zeus, you will regret your insulting words!"
Messeis playfully retorted:
"I shall hold my tongue if you stick out yours, princess. Why you look like
you still have some fighting spirit left in you! Let’s see what you can do!"
With that, the sultry vixen yanked back Cyme's head, pulling on
her raven dark hair. Sideways they fell togther, with Cyme's supple waist
trapped between Messeis' thighs. The Naia princess, sapped of her
strength, was powerless to break away. Her limbs dangled freely to the
movement of her body. Messeis bent her foe's head further back,
clutching it tightly under her armpit. Cyme's curvaceous body warped
into an arch, her soft breasts jutting out from her heaving chest,
as she struggled to catch every single breath. And her leopard-skin bra
slipped down just enough to reveal those succulent hard nipples.
Oh how merciless Messeis was, as she tightened her arm,
and squeezed her thighs with all her might.
A sharp pain down Cyme's spine had her shrieking in agony. Her listless
body twitched uncontrollably. Sensing the moment of victory near,
her tormentor demanded again:
"Surrender to me, you stubborn cow, or I will put you out!"
But the headstrong Cyme would not yield. The ferocious vixen
tightened her muscles again, sending her victim's frail body
convulsing in a frenzy, her eyes soon rolled back, and her
puckered lips began foaming. Frustrated at not able to claim
a submission from her beaten rival, Messeis threw her victim’s
vanquished body down on her back, and climbed on top of her.
In a fit of rage, she shouted like a savage, gripping Cyme's dark raven
hair by the roots, and pummeled her head relentlessly against the hard sand.
"Surrender to me!!"
Messeis screamed out her command, but she was not looking for
obedience from her recalcitrant foe. No…she was beyond that,
now she only desired her torment. A hard slap across Cyme's face
echoed across the beach. Again! And another slap!
The defenseless princess could hardly raise her hands to block.
Going for the kill, the sultry conqueror straddled her defeated foe,
pinning the shoulders down with her steely knees.
She adjusted her pelvis, locking down her crotch tightly on
her opponent's vulnerable throat, her mound pressed hard
against the chin, immobilizing Cyme's head between her thighs.
Towering over her trapped rival, Messeis stared penetratingly
into her eyes, and spoke thus:
“Look! Cyme, daughter of Creon, princess of Naia, pinned
like a Lydian whore under my legs, now I shall claim you my prize.
But first listen closely, to what it befits you to know. Your much cherished
chastity is but a shadow of fantasy..."
Cyme's eyes grew wide under Messeis, her heart trembled at Messeis’ words,
as if Poseidon, god of earthquakes, had just stomped his trident and shook
the earth. Sensing her tension, Messeis continued with a sinister smirk.
"Why, perhaps you already knew! Trace your thoughts back, when Ixion,
King of the Centaurs, those vile and foul beasts, half man half horse,
rebelled against the Olympian gods. In the famed battle of Corcyra,
you rushed to save our fallen virgin goddess, taking on five Centaurs
by yourself, including King Ixion. Oh how valiant you were that day,
single handedly slew two of these huge beasts,
when it would normally take three of us to subdue one.
But at last a treacherous strike from behind, by one of the king's guards,
knocked you out. You crumbled like castle of sand, sprawled
unconscious at Ixion's hooves. I saw this with my own eyes, princess.
Fiercely fighting I also was, on the hilltop from not too far.
Ixion examined your fallen body, and moved to strip you naked
of your armor, salivating avariciously over your nude figure,
with his hard erect phallus.
"He ordered his two remaining guards to turn you over on your back.
One of them pinned your arms over your head, while the other kicked
your legs apart, revealing your shame for all to see. Oh how that foul beast
Ixion stood over you, praying and swearing vengence
for his fallen companions. Then he knelt down and rammed his enormous
phallus, the size of the club of Heracles, into your clean-shaven vagina,
so tender and so defenseless. With each hard thrust, he got deeper,
and deeper, until he finally broke through, penetrating you down to
his last inch, a deadful sight! He assaulted your lifeless body viciously,
pounding it without mercy. You laid there still unconscious,
your supple breasts bounced and swirled fanatically to his beat, until
finally his body shivered as he discharged in you. But that was not the end
of it, no. He allowed his two guards to rape you as well, one penetrated
you below, while the other above. And when they finished,
Ixion picked up your defiled body, bruised and broken, drooping
over his shoulder, with foul smelling horse juice still dripping from your
sullied mouth and slit. It was hideous. The Centaurs debated whether to
cut your throat, and sacrifice you to their fallen companions, or make you
their sex slave. It was at this time when Apollo and Hermes swooped down
from the sky, and saved you from the claws of these beastly men.
The gods rubbed your wounds with nectar and fed you ambrosia,
so you woke up fresh, not for a moment suspicious of
what had happened..."
Each word shot out of Messeis’ mouth, like arrows of Apollo, piercing through
Cyme’s aching heart. Her eyes went dim, her mind swirled, her hands
clenched tightly the sand below, her body quivered like a newly hatched chick.
Hot tears trickled down her twisted face, she sobbed uncontrollably.
Her entire world had just been toppled. The once proud princess of Naia,
now broken down in a wreck, under Messeis' devious laughter.
“Where is your fighting spirit now, princess? I've conquered you, and
I shall hand you the ultimate humiliation. Oh how I relish this moment,
the lofty Princess Cyme, the best fighter of all Naia, defeated and tamed,
pleasuring me with her tongue just like a slave pleasuring her mistress."
Slowly Messeis glided forward, eclipsing Cyme’ sobbing face
under her delectable hips. But an abrupt high-pitched shriek
broke the sky, shook even Mount Olympus,
the dwelling place of almight Zeus, the king of gods.
Some god must had instilled new courrage in Cyme, as the suddenly
rejuvenated princesss hooked her legs up, catching Messeis' head
between them. And down she pulled the surprised victor,
bending her lithe body backward into an arch.
Messeis twisted and fell down to her side.
Both hellcats quickly sprang back up.
“You lie! All lies!"
Suddenly lost in the frenzied grip of desolation, Cyme shrieked
like a woman possessed, her eyes bulged, her pupils dilated,
her teeth clenched tightly as if she could chew her opponent raw.
In a moment of extreme despair, she stumbled and swirled
into a Bacchic trance, murmuring repeatedly almost in rhythm:
“You lie…you lie…you lie…"
Slowly, she trod towards Messeis with heavy steps, eyes fixated on her foe.
Messeis backstepped, cringing in trepidation. Her limbs grew weak,
and her fighting spirit abandoned her before the approach of
this trembling wreck. But the craze-eyed Cyme cornered her against
the crashing waves of the sapphire-blue sea —
Like a leopard slowly stalking a dainty fawn, cornering it with no place to run.
The fawn hissed back in desparation. But in one fell swoop, the leopard
leaped up, overpowered her prey, threw it down in a cloud of dust.
She jumped on top of it, aiming that decisive bite at her vulnerable throat.
The fawn kicked its hooves wildly for no purpose. Without mercy, the leopard
cinched in its penetrating teeth, her powerful jaw snapped the fawn’s neck
like a twig. The victim's flailing limbs collapsed,
as darkness descends across its eyes.
— And so Cyme leaped at Messeis, ruthlessly drove her into the hard sand.
Seizing her by the neck and hair, she dragged her prey into the crashing waves.
The crazed princess mounted over her writhing foe, clamping her arms only
tighter still, around Messeis’ slender neck, choking her mercilessly.
Frantically Messeis tried, to claw her way loose, to catch just one fresh breath,
but it was ironclad. Her legs flailed impotently, kicking and thrashing in the water,
all the while her panic-stricken shrieks filled the sky, before merciless waves came
tumbling down, brutally immersed her head under, drowning out her pitiful screams.
Gulping water and choking air, the defenseless vixen could feel her
life force being drained away. She cried her submission with a cracked voice:
"I yield! I yield! Please, Cyme..."
Consumed she still was, the princess, in the frantic Bacchic trance, Cyme did not
relent. The possessed feline submerged the head of her prey against another
trundling wave. One more time, Messeis gulped down a mouthful of
salty water before being yanked out. She pleaded miserably:
“No more, Cyme, I beg you! I surrender..."
But her despairing capitulation fell on deaf ears, Messeis' eyes
began to roll up, and her devastated body went limp.
Cyme dragged her semi-conscious victim by the neck, like a feline
dragging the carcass of her catch, back onto the hot burning sand.
Messeis' body all curled up, then she began to cough uncontrollably.
Rolling her over sprawled on her back, the tempestuous princess
straddled across her victim's shoulders in a dominant fashion.
Messeis, vulerable as a trapped fawn about to meet her impending doom
under the claws of a leopard, looked up at her captor with terror in her eyes.
In desperation, she pulled loose Cyme's scanty clad panty, exposing
again that soft pink vagina. Swallowing her pride, Messeis kissed it
submissively with little strength she still had. The princess recoiled
in surprise, but the titillating sensation made her weak.
The defeated vixen clung on to Cyme's thighs tightly, not letting go,
as she shifted her head directly under that savoury crotch.
Oh what humiliation, when Messeis stuck out her tongue in supplication,
licking that tender flesh of the princess as she had never been touched before.
The pleasure overwhelmed Cyme,
and for a while, tamed her anguish, and drowned out her sorrow.
She yielded, as her ample hips sank on top of Messeis, engulfing her
victim’s face with the full of her womanhood. Messeis flickered her tongue,
like a calf suckling on its mother’s breast, rapidly stimulating that hardened
nub inside her mistress' salty slit. Lubricious sap of lust oozed out
from the lush valley, and Messeis slurped them down ravenously.
Thoroughly aroused, Cyme’s body quivered as she began to take command,
pressing her crotch harder into Messeis’ face. She gyrated fiendishly on top,
as if almighty Zeus was throwing thunderbolts down her spine.
The beaten body of Messeis, sapped of all its strength, turned motionless
down under as she passed out cold, from her mistress’ rough ride.
But the flame of sexual passion inside the princess would not be put out,
as she cinched her hands far into her unconcious victim’s raven dark hair,
grabbed them by the roots, and pulled Messeis’ head ever deeper inside,
grinding hard against any protruding part of her face. Until at last Cyme
erupted, in an uncontrollable frenzy, a flood of hot juice of pure ecstasy,
gushing out of that spring of youth, inundated all over Messeis!
Her lust sated, the princess remained ensconced on her ensnared victim,
quivering in delight of a few more aftershocks, before gradually coming to
her senses. She slowly got up, fixed her messy hair, and cast
her eyes down at her vanquished foe, lying half-dead at her feet.
She showed no joy, however, as she hung her head, not uttering a word,
dragging her heavy feet, and staggering away into the distant horizon.
Messeis soon regained her consciousness, but she could not lift a limb
of her spent body. On the hot golden sand she laid,
spread-eagled and motionless, like a beached ship wreck.
Her face flushed red, still drenched in Cyme’s pleasure juice,
exuding her conqueror's indelible sweet aura.
Her bronzed body glistened under the burning sun, accentuating
her heaving midriff, deliciously strained with each hard breath she took.
Finally, she summoned her strength to sit up. Beaten and humiliated,
she lived to fight another day, with the consolation of knowing though
Cyme may have conquered her body, she had destroyed her soul.
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This is actually a photo story, but I haven't posted the corresponding fighting photos online yet. I hope those who liked my story will reply with encouragement, so I can keep on writing. Thanks!
