Tara is back again, this time she fights an attractive brunette who has a trick or two up her sleeve. Can Tara keep her winning streak going?
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"Killer Instinct"Tara and Fresh had been texting away for a week or two and apart from bumping into each other occasionally at the base, they hadn’t really seen each other. Fresh knew that he would be attending an upcoming Halloween fancy dress party in the near future and decided that he would invite Tara along as his date. Tara didn’t take too long to decide and promptly accepted the invite. Despite several attempts by Fresh to discover what Tara would be dressing up as, the sultry dark-haired officer kept successfully kept him in the dark right up to the night of the event.
The night of the party came and Fresh arrived dressed as Ryu from Streetfighter. Whilst waiting at the drinks stand, a sexy brunette called Belinda began chatting him up. The 21 year old brunette was around 5’6” and was wearing a red leather boob tube and miniskirt with matching ankle-high boots on her stocking clad legs. Being an old school gamer, Fresh instantly recognised the costume as Blaze’s from the SEGA game – Streets of Rage. He had loved playing her character when he was younger as he loved sexy ass-kicking babes. Flattered by Fresh’s knowledge of her costume, Belinda began showing a keen interest in him and moved in closer to give him a nice view of the cleavage her boob tube was bringing out of her 36C breasts.
A few minutes later, Fresh noticed Tara arrive at the party. His mouth almost dropped as he cast eyes on her costume, she was dressed as Orchid from Killer Instinct. He had once let slip in a conversation with Tara that he was a gaming nerd and that his favourite fighter was Orchid. He did not however, think for one minute that Tara would even remember this fact let alone dress up as the sexy fighter.
Tara noticed her man being hit upon by a curvaceous brunette and did not like it. Removing her coat, Tara strode up to him in her shiny green and gold outfit, her curvaceous figure and torpedo-like breasts, unparalleled by any woman in the room, commanding the attention of everyone at the party.
“So, what do you think?” Tara questioned as she twirled around innocently.
Fresh was speechless, the costume was an exact replica of the one worn by Orchid in the sequel, Killer Instinct Gold – a shiny green PVC swimsuit with a gold trim, matching fingerless gloves, matching thigh-high stiletto-heeled boots and a gold PVC headband underneath her jet-black hair. The front of the swimsuit had a gold zipper over the bust area and Tara had even taken the trouble to carve out four holes around her midsection, revealing even more of her awesome body. The best bit though was the fact that Tara’s version stayed true to the most daring part of Orchid’s costume – the thong. Fresh could only gawp as he noticed the rear of Tara’s costume converge into a golden PVC thong that all but disappeared up her firm and rounded backside. He had seen other girls dressed up as his favourite fighter but not one girl had either the breasts or arse to truly do justice to the costume, until today.
“That must have taken ages Orchid er … I mean Tara”, Fresh replied.
Tara smiled as she continued to show off her outfit to Fresh. Belinda cleared her throat rather loudly in order to redirect Fresh’s attention back to her. Tara didn’t take kindly to Belinda stealing her thunder at that moment and began glaring evils at the brunette.
“Orchid, meet Belinda”, Fresh joked as he introduced the two women.
“Hmm, let me guess, you’ve come as a prostitute?” Tara insultingly suggested as she placed her hands on her hips and cocked her eye.
“Coming from someone who forgot to put on underwear?” Belinda responded, pointing to Tara’s virtually naked bottom.
“It’ called a thong actually, you should try investing in one. Although judging by your arse, it would be probably be a waste of money”, responded Tara.
“Ladies!” Fresh intervened, already fantasizing about the two hot women dressed as his favourite game-babes ripping shreds out of each other.
For the next five minutes, the two women vied for Fresh’s attention occasionally shooting the other a dirty look. Fresh noticed that Belinda seemed on edge and was beginning to get pissed off by having to compete for Fresh’s attention. Then, almost as if she had read Fresh’s mind, Belinda instigated a purposeful conversation.
“So Fresh, who do you think is the better fighter, Blaze or Orchid?”
Fresh smiled as he began to contemplate the question with both women eagerly awaiting the answer they wanted to hear.
“Wow, I really can’t answer that, I mean Blaze is a tough girl, her kicks are fast and powerful and those knees to the head she does are deadly. But Orchid on the other hand is just awesome; she’s so quick and also knows how to use her legs well. I don’t know …”
“Oh please! Everyone knows that Orchid is just a cheap whore who loves flashing her breasts at other men, actually in that respect I think you’re perfect candidate to play her”, interrupted Belinda as she stared blankly at Tara
Tara didn’t even blink before she punched Belinda straight in the face sending her flying backwards and landing on her backside. Tara dove onto her opponent, her firm 36DDD’s landing directly on Belinda’s lesser 36C’s, crushing and flattening them in the process. Plunging her hands into Belinda’s hair, Tara began pulling her head in every direction like a woman possessed as blood started to drip from Belinda’s nose.
The rest of the party formed a circle, content to watch what was now the evening’s entertainment to its crowd-pleasing conclusion. The usual punters were taking bets and it seemed that you had to be either mad or a closet Blaze fan to have made a bet on her.
Tara freed one hand from Belinda’s hair and began punching Belinda in her bloody face repeatedly whilst still lying prone on top of the grounded brunette. Belinda attempted to remove Tara’s grip from her hair but Tara’s strength was in a different league and the curvy fighter continued to beat Belinda’s face in with her right hand.
Fresh couldn’t believe that Tara had lost it so easily with Belinda but he wasn’t complaining, He just stood and admired Tara’s illustrious arse as she lay flat on top of Belinda, thumping away at the attractive brunette’s face.
Belinda responded by wrapping her arms around Tara’s back and began squeezing as hard as she could, pulling her opponent closer to her in the process.
Tara’s titan chest began crushing Belinda’s even more, causing the leather-clad fighter to scream out in pain. She had however succeeded in halting Tara’s facial assault, as Tara no longer had the leverage to send effective punches to Belinda’s face, restricted by her tight bearhug.
Tara sent her free hand back into Belinda’s hair and started to bang her head against the wooden floor. Loud creaking was heard around the room as Tara renewed her battering assault on her opponent’s head. Belinda’s head began spinning as the back of her head started bouncing off the expensive wooden flooring. Panicking, she began to claw away at Tara’s body with her glossy red nails in an attempt to savage her opponent’s body. Tara however, had made her costume from some of the toughest PVC available on the market and Belinda’s nails simply glided across the shiny green outfit.
Almost by chance, Belinda’s scouring fingernails latched themselves underneath the triangle of Tara’s golden thong and realizing the opportunity, Belinda slipped her fingers underneath the minuscule triangle and grabbed a full fist of the golden PVC string that seemed to magically emerge from the cleavage of Tara’s jaw-dropping arse. In a last ditch attempt to save the fight, the almost beaten brunette yanked up as hard as she could on Tara’s thong, giving Tara a brutal wedgie. Tara’s eyes instantly widened as she let out a short, sharp scream as her already tight-fitting costume contracted upon her body in a most violating way.
The effect of the attack was immediately visible as Tara let go of Belinda’s hair and tried to crawl further up her opponent’s body in an attempt to loosen the painful wedgie that Belinda was giving her. Realising what Tara was doing, the cunning brunette wrapped her legs around Tara’s and pinned her ankles the bottoms of her red stiletto-heeled boots, locking Tara firmly in place and unable to move.
Tara latched her hands onto Belinda’s forearms in order to halt Belinda’s painful attack. Unfortunately for Tara, she was unable to gain any real grip on her opponent’s arms since she had to reach behind herself in order to stop Belinda.
Belinda smiled as she realised that she now had the upper hand on Tara. With their faces right next to each other, Belinda whispered, “I’m going to pull this costume right up your pussy you whore” into Tara’s ear. Fresh never heard what Belinda had said to Tara but he saw a shocked look on his girlfriend’s face that he couldn’t recall ever seeing before on her.
Instantly, Belinda started to push apart Tara’s legs with her own. A weakening Tara tried to resist by pushing her boot-covered legs in the opposite direction but weakened by Belinda’s attack now, she soon found her toned thighs and giant calves being driven apart by the brunette’s smaller, sultry legs.
“I knew I’d get no resistance trying to spread your legs, you dirty slut”, said Belinda to the amusement of the watching crowd. Tara looked over at a concerned Fresh with a desperate and embarrassed look on her face as Belinda spread her legs wide open with ease. With an evil look on her face, Belinda yanked up on Tara’s thong pulling even more golden PVC out of Tara’s arse. Tara screamed sexily as she felt the front of her costume tighten up over crotch area, threatening to dig painfully into her vagina if pulled any more.
Tara’s body was so tightly crushed against Belinda’s that she was unable to even access the offending thong and she found herself scratching the floor again in a pathetic attempt to climb up her opponent’s body to loosen the offending item.
“Where do you think you’re going Orchid?” Quizzed Belinda as she pushed Tara’s legs apart even more, dragging Tara back down her body. With her breathing getting increasingly heavier, Tara focused all her energies on removing Belinda’s bear-hugging arm from her body in order to free herself. Reaching behind herself, she latched onto Belinda’s arm and began to pull it away from her back.
Belinda reacted immediately by rolling Tara off to her side whilst maintaining her grip on her opponent’s thong. In complete control of Tara’s body, Belinda raised her opponent up off the ground before bending her over and trapping her neck between her legs. Belinda then began squeezing her legs together tightly around Tara’s neck as her skirt rode up her thighs, pushed up by Tara’s neck. In desperation, Tara sank her claws into the inside of Belinda’s thighs and attempted to pry apart Belinda’s legs as her face began to turn red. In such a compromised position, the only thing that Tara was able to tear apart was Belinda’s stockings as her glossy green nails made short work of the dark nylon that encased her thighs.
To further Tara’s humiliation, Belinda rotated around so that Tara’s bent over body was in full view of the animalistic crowd. Fresh couldn’t believe that his girlfriend was being dominated in such a way. Belinda looked to be about 15 lbs lighter than Tara and was nowhere as toned as Tara. It seemed that Tara had underestimated the dirty nature of her opponent as she found herself humbled by Belinda’s roughneck tactics.
With one hand firmly gripping Tara’s thong, Belinda began spanking Tara’s firm backside with her free hand repeatedly. Loud slaps echoed around the room as Belinda beat away like a woman possessed at Tara’s unprotected arse. Fresh must have seen his girlfriend’s arse get spanked around 15-20 times before Belinda stopped her humiliating attack on her, leaving her with a very red and sore bottom.
Tara was now lamenting the fact that she chosen to make Orchid’s sexier outfit from the sequel and not the original and much more conservative costume. Her scantily clad arse was beaten sore from a smart brunette who was bent on exposing the unpractical nature of her opponent’s outfit.
“What was that you were saying about investing in a thong you stupid bitch? Judging by your arse, I think I’ll pass”, Belinda taunted.
Tara was too preoccupied with gasping for air to respond to the brunette’s taunts.
“How ironic that the very thong that you were shoving in everyone’s faces is going to be responsible for your humiliating defeat”, Belinda continued as she tightened her grip on Tara’s thong, grasping onto it with two hands now. Tara’s heavy breathing was swiftly punctuated by soft sexual grunts as she felt her thong ride further up her arse, pulling her costume even tighter over her now sore vagina.
“Time for lights out bitch”, Belinda shouted as she tugged back as hard as she could on Tara’s thong, pulling the triangle a full inch away from the top of Tara’s arse. Tara’s screams filled the room as she felt her costume start to part her vagina. Belinda then purposely fell backwards, dragging Tara with her to the ground attempting to slam her face into the ground with her arse. Tara’s enormous breasts crashed into the ground first as Belinda slammed her to the ground whilst mounted on her head. Belinda then leant back as she continued to put the strain on her opponent’s thong causing the tough PVC of her costume finally start to penetrate Tara’s vagina. Fresh looked on in shock as he watched a desperate Tara kick hers legs wildly around in an attempt to loosen the object, her muffled screams barely audible beneath Belinda’s arse.
Fresh knew that it was only a matter of time before his girlfriend passed out and from what he had seen from Belinda, that would probably only be the beginning of her humiliation.
In an act of desperation, Tara reached up and grabbed onto the top of Belinda’s red leather boob tube. Tara then pulled down on the garment causing it to slide down Belinda’s chest, revealing her luscious 36C’s to the crowd. Tara then latched both her hands on Belinda’s naked breasts and began crushing them with all her might.
In an instant, Belinda was screaming out in pain from Tara’s attack on her breasts. She immediately let go of Tara’s thong and grabbed onto Tara’s forearms in an attempt to pry Tara’s claws away from her breasts. Tara however, had sunk her claws deep into Belinda’s tender breasts and as she pulled Tara’s arms away she screamed even louder as she felt her breasts being tugged away from her body.
This was all the distraction that Tara needed to swing the fight back in her direction. In a mighty act, she pushed Belinda away by her breasts and off from being perched on top of her head. Belinda was not prepared for such an attack and she flew off Tara and landed on her back rushing to nurse her abused chest that was now bleeding slightly.
With her killer instinct kicking in, Tara ignored the pain in her vagina, pounced on top of the topless brunette, grabbed her shoulders and sent three painful knees into her crotch. Tara then sat up on top of the convulsing brunette, pushed her hands away from her chest and grabbed onto her sore breasts. Tara then began crushing Belinda’s 36C’s with, digging her nails painfully into both of the brunettes orbs. Tara then began kneading and twisted her breasts violently causing Belinda to scream out yet again, unable to absorb the pain dished out by her vicious opponent.
Belinda reacted by grabbing onto Tara’s PVC encased breasts Tara’s naturally tough 36DDD’s showed no sign of succumbing to the attack in the same way that her own breasts had. Belinda then resorted to punching away at Tara’s breasts but her fists just bounced harmlessly off Tara’s well-protected chest.
Remembering how her dirty tactics had bailed her out earlier, Belinda pulled Tara’s golden zipper down to the middle of Tara’s enormous breasts. Tara’s face dropped as she felt her costume loosen and her breasts attempt to burst out of her tight fitting costume. Without hesitation, Belinda latched her glossy red nails into Tara the split zipper and tried to wedge them underneath the plackets of Tara’s costume. Tara could only watch in horror as Belinda’s hands dove into her cleavage in an attempt to prise open her costume and bare her breasts. Tara prided herself on the fact that no woman had ever stripped her topless in a fight. In fact, the mere thought of being made to exhibit her prize assets against her will was causing her to panic. Immediately, Tara seized her titty twisting attack on Belinda’s beaten breasts and grabbed her opponent’s hands in attempt to thwart the brunette’s sly attack.
Sensing her opponent’s distress, Belinda found a new lease of strength as she refused to let go of Tara’s costume, her fingertips firmly wedged underneath the golden zipper of Tara’s costume. Suddenly, everyone in the room heard a very rough and loud unzipping noise as Belinda managed to rip open Tara’s costume, causing it to unzip as far as it would go. Tara felt her enormous mammaries burst out from her costume like prisoners that had just been released from a life sentence. Looking down in absolute horror, she noticed that Belinda was momentarily stunned having caught sight of Tara’s gravity defying breasts in all their glory.
With her back towards the crowd, Tara’s predicament was not plainly obvious to all those watching. That was until the coarse sound that Tara’s zipper made on its way down echoed around the room causing a moment of silence as the blood thirsty crowd worked out what had happened.
Fresh looked on nervously as he watched Tara’s costume ripped open from behind by the dirty brunette, giving Belinda the most enviable view at that moment. He had always suspected that Tara’s weakness was having her body exposed to a crowd, whether through an affinity for style and class or some messed up insecurity that she had. He was in some part curious as to how Tara would react should Belinda manage to share her view with everyone else in the room. Fresh’s thoughts were totally theoretical though as Tara reacted immediately.
Still stunned by the sight of her opponent’s gravity defying chest, Belinda felt Tara’s hands latch onto her long brown hair. Desperate to avoid being exposed and humiliated by the leather-clad brunette, Tara viciously pulled Belinda’s head of the ground by her hair and pressed her face right into her giant cleavage.
Belinda’s muffled protests immediately filled the room as she struggled for air beneath Tara’s chest. Belinda started kicking her legs in protest but it was to no avail, Tara had caught Belinda in her trademark finishing move, her face engulfing breast smother. Within about two minutes, Belinda had stopped resisting and her entire body went limp. Tara let go of Belinda and the beaten brunette slumped to the ground unconscious. The entire room was silent having witnesses Tara defeat Belinda using her bare breasts - even though they didn’t actually see it. Tara got up and pushed her voluptuous breasts back into the tight fitting PVC outfit without actually zipping it up. She reached around and loosened her thong that was still painfully wedged into her arse before turning to face the dumbstruck crowd. Fresh was smiling at her, having seen her finish off yet another opponent with a breast smother.
It had occurred to Fresh that Tara had taken the ripping open of her costume by Belinda rather lightly even though no one was treated to the view other than her opponent. What Tara did next however revealed to Fresh how sensitive his girlfriend actually was to having her breasts exposed against her will by anyone. Having finished straightening her costume out and wiping Belinda’s blood clean off her, Tara then turn her attentions to the unconscious brunette lying on the floor.
Tara proceeded to strip Belinda totally naked, ripping her panties off in the way she had become accustomed to by now - yanking them so hard up her opponents vagina, cotton shreds are left to torment the abused crotch long after the fight. It was a just punishment in this case given what Belinda had tried to do to Tara but the raven-haired warrior was not done yet. Mounting the now naked brunette, Tara proceeded to punch, scratch and twist Belinda’s breasts beyond recognition. The usually bloodthirsty crowd were at this stage showing their complete disapproval of Tara’s vicious attacks on the defenceless brunette but none would dare interfere having witnessed what Tara was capable off.
Eventually, a skinny blonde dressed as Supergirl attempted to pull Tara off Belinda but was greeted with a stern right hook to the abdomen that caused the blonde to rush to the bathroom clutching her stomach. Once the blonde’s interruption was done, Tara let go of Belinda’s breasts, delivered a few full-blooded punches to the pretty brunette’s face and got up. Dragging Belinda to her feet, Tara threw the naked girl onto the buffet table causing most of the food to fly off and onto the floor. Tara positioned Belinda spread eagle across the table as she sent one final punch straight into Belinda’s vulnerable crotch before heading towards the door.
Such was the silence in the room after Tara’s post fight attack that the only thing audible was Tara’s stiletto heels as she walked out holding onto Belinda’s bra, skirt and boots. Fresh, mesmerized now by his absolute warrior of a girlfriend, followed the sexiest Orchid cosplayer he had ever seen, out of the room as if he was attached to her by a string.
