I had reached out to Shindy many many moons ago asking if he would be alright with me writing a sequel to his story over on Hostboard titled "Retired???" He said that I was more than welcome to. The original was posted in 2011, so 7 years later I'm finally getting my shit together and making an attempt. I have not completed the story, but wanted to give everyone a teaser, and if it is well received, then I will continue, and if it isn't we'll all make a pact to pretend this never happened, and go about our lives and never speak of this again. Deal? Deal!
ORIGINAL STORY:
Rachel Gibson lay naked on the bed in her room, the warm sea breeze wafting across her body. Her long chestnut hair draped gently over her shoulders, framing her regal cheekbones and brilliant blue eyes. Her full D cup breasts fell to the sides, the way natural breasts do and she gently massaged the neatly trimmed narrow strip of hair that led the way directly to her womanly drive. Her abs were flat and firm, punctuated only by the piercing in her navel. Her hips were wide and tapered perfectly into long, shapely legs which carried her 5'9" frame.
She held the remote in her unoccupied hand as her breathing intermittently crescendoed and decrescendoed, her chest rising and falling in rhythm. She watched the battle repeatedly, the heated intensity between the fighters, the struggling female forms tearing into one another, punching, clawing and trying to destroy her foe. It aroused her intensely, the sweat, the blood, the pain and raw nature of the entire scene. It compelled her to reminisce, to drift into her own dream as her sex oozed from between her legs and onto her bed.
It had begun 7 years earlier, when as a junior in college she had taken up a job as an "exotic dancer" in a local club. The pay was outstanding--she made over 700 bucks a week in cash and the hours were perfect. Rachel was a hothead though and one night she and another dancer--a tattooed goth freak (at least that was what Rachel had verbally called her) got into an altercation. The crowd expected an ass-kicking--Rachel was perceived as the sterotypical suburban college girl about to get a comeuppance from the badass townie biker chick. What the crowd got was much different.
It was a tough fight--but Rachel ultimately pounded the girl into oblivion, finally being pulled off of her foe by two bouncers. Rachel had taken some good shots but never blinked--and all while wearing nothing more than a sequin-covered G-string. The result of growing up the youngest of 7 children in a tough neighborhood, the chestnut brown haired woman had never shied away from a fight and had certainly had her share of sisterly ass-kickings. Needless to say, as she was collecting her things after being fired, another dancer walked up to her and gave her a card. "Call this number." she had said, "And keep an open mind."
The phone number had introduced Rachel to her "career". She began fighting other women for money all over the country at first, then, as her reputation grew, she began getting invitations all over the world. At age 26, 4 years into the endeavor, Rachel had remained undefeated, having won 27 fights and having saved over 750,000 dollars.
That's not to say that Rachel hadn't gotten her ass kicked--because she had, several times. Rachel's reputation was for the girl who never quit. In fact, Rachel had won a fight after suffering a broken rib and a fractured collar bone at the hands of a big german girl.
The number of fights increased to almost 1/month and the number of requests was more than 3 times that. She was able to increase her fee. She was now demanding a minimum of 10,000 dollars/fight and as much as 40,000. She bought a small villa one of the carribean islands and bought a membership in a charter jet program. Two and half more years brought another 30 fights and another million dollars in savings. Rachel was 28 years old and worth nearly two million dollars. She took the money, put 1 million in investments and split the other million into other interests. Many people suggested that she quit, but she remained undefeated and she loved it--the intensity, the challenge, the travel and the competition all got her excited.
She remembered one recent phone call from a 73 year old man who had taken up with a self-proclaimed "hot bitch" in a suburb of Atlanta. The "younger woman" was 31 years old and decided that she would entertain her new husband (and his interest in catfighting) by hiring another woman to fight. Rachel wasn't in the mood, having just recently fought, but they ultimately offered her 50,000 dollars win or lose. Rachel went and the woman was gorgeous, with straight dark hair and the body of a fitness model, and for a moment Rachel thought it might be a competitive fight but once they began, Rachel just tore her limb from limb. Rachel ended up breaking the woman's jaw, rupturing both of her implants and leaving her sobbing. The husband had eaten the whole thing up.
It was two months later, exactly, when she had gotten the call from Ricky Neumann. He wanted Rachel to fight his wife, Heather. The problem was that they didn't have a lot of money, but they had a deal. They could scrape up the 10,000 minimum, but they wanted to video the fight and sell it. If Rachel agreed to the fight and the video, they would split it with her 50-50. Rachel asked what the catch was, and they said there were two: 1. They thought Heather could beat Rachel and 2. They needed to get Heather some visibility so that she could start marketing herself more and they knew that fighting and beating Rachel would open a lot of doors.
Rachel asked the obvious question, "what happened if Heather lost" Ricky responded that she would still benefit from the exposure. Something about the whole thing intrigued Rachel, and so she agreed to fly to Kansas City and meet the woman. Ricky had given a few more details--it would NHB, no weapons, totally nude. Rachel was fine with that. He was going to lock the two women in an empty room and they were going to fight until one of them was able to escape through the locked door.
Rachel thought that was fascinating setup and agreed. When Rachel got to the Neumann's she wasn’t disappointed. Heather was absolutely stunning, with straight blonde hair, vibrant blue eyes, big breasts and shapely hips and legs. Plus, she was NICE!! She offered Rachel a drink and then called for her husband to come and entertain Rachel while she went and changed.
The pleasantries done with, the two women went to the room. Ricky reviewed the instructions again and the two women disrobed and entered the roughly 15' by 15' foot windowless room. Rachel studied Heather. Naked, Heather's potential athleticisim was much more obvious, a tasteful tatoo decorated her hip and her muscles rippled as she walked. Rachel also noted the cameras--part of the deal--one in each of the four upper corners.
Ricky screamed through the door--he would only be watching through the monitors--to get started. That was all the two women needed. In a tangle of limbs, crushed breasts and flailing legs, the two hellcats dove at each other and the fight was on....
Rachel noticed immediately that the blonde was stronger than she anticipated. The two fighters struggled with each other instantly, their hands searching for a handhold. It was instinctive as they each buried their hands first in their opponent's hair, thrashing the other about wildly. Rachel let go with one hand and began swinging uppercuts into Heather's ribs and tits.
"Bitch" hissed Heather, who immediately switched her grip and buried her hands into Rachel's big breasts. Rachel grunted as Heather's strong fingers dug deeply into the firm flesh of her breasts, her nails biting sharply into the sensitive skin.
"fffuckk" hissed Rachel. She tried to twist and turn, yanking Heather's head to the side and trying to swing over the blonde's outstretched arms to hit her face, but with largely ineffective punches. Heather smirked, and twisted violently, then drove Rachel backwards like a ragdoll, slamming the brunette into the wall. Rachel instantly saw stars. Heather hauled her off the wall and before the brunette could regain her composure, the blonde had spun her and slammed her into the wall again.
A big sidekick slammed into Rachel's flank and then a flurry of punches pounded her unprotected body as she spun back against the wall. A knee to the crotch and then two punches to the gut dazed her even more as the blonde struck with lightening fast speed and unexpected power. Rachel coughed and groaned as her body took the punishment. Heather unloaded a right cross and a left hook to Rachel's chin and the room spun in front of the brunette.
Rachel's mind raced. 'holy shit,' she thought, 'this chick's impressive'...another blow slammed into her big left breast and pain exploded in her tit. Rachel tried to cover up but Heather was changing her attack style repeatedly so the brunette could not anticipate what would come next. The punishment was relentless and Rachel's legs began to quiver with the pain.
"I've been studying you bitch...Hunting you like a dog..." taunted Heather, "Welcome to MY house, slut!!" and a crushing uppercut slammed into Rachel's chin and the lights went out. She slid down against the wall, unable to support herself. Heather caught her by the arms and held her up. She pressed her body against Rachel's their sweat lubricating their skin. Even Heather's big tits seemed to engulf Rachel's defeated body. Heather pressed her full lips, painted perfectly with bright red lipstick against Rachel's own and the two kissed full on. Rachel gasped as Heather's tongue danced gently through her mouth for a moment, then suddenly pulled back and the blonde bit the brunette's bottom lip sharply.
"See you, you lightweight..." the blonde licked her face, shoved her down, and walked towards the door. She walked with confidence, her hips swaying like the winner that she was. Rachel barely stirred as the blonde got to the door and swore out loud as she realized her husband had added to the challenge: he had greased the lock.
As she struggled with the key and the handle, the blonde failed to notice that Rachel had gotten to her fight. She had been caught off guard by the blonde's facade, but she wasn't about to let her get off with a win that easily. The door clicked as the lock released, Heather then began to struggle with the door knob, which had also been greased. She was so confident, or so intent that she didn't hear Rachel's feet as she charged across the room, her shoulder slamming Heather's huge breasts flat against the door as she pounded the blonde from behind.
She grabbed the blonde by the hair and hauled her backwards dragging her right off of her feet and pulling her towards the center of the room away from the door.
She heard the door click locked again as Ricky locked it from the outside again and reset their escape. The blonde was swearing and shrieking as she struggled to regain her composure. Holding the blonde up her hair, Rachel straddled across her, standing over her opponent and began unloading a series of vengeful punches into Heather's pretty face--blood spraying out from the blonde's nose. Heather instinctively shot a hand up towards Rachel's crotch but the brunette was expecting it and caught the claw and twisted it violently. She quickly stomped on her opponent's gut adding to the punishment. The blonde was a good fighter though and she struggled tremendously against the brunette. She ultimately was able to cause Rachel to lose her balance and then was able to get to her feet, wiping blood from her nose and mouth.
"You little cxnt..." she mumbled, "I'm gonna rip your tits off and shove 'em up your twat..."
Rachel smirked, "Okay barbie...bring it."
The two crashed together again, Heather's strength overwhelming Rachel as she drove the brunette backwards and tackled her to the floor. They rolled around, punching and biting, their legs intertwined, hips grinding painfully against one another....
Rachel was impressed with Heather's strength. The blonde controlled the groundfighting, and what was even worse for the brown-haired champion, her punches were doing some damage. Ultimately, Rachel found herself pinned underneath the blonde, her large breasts pressed flat against her by the blonde's own endowments, her arms locked up with her opponent. Heather's strong legs were wrapped around Rachel's their powerful thighs struggling to contain the legs of their opponent. Heather's hot breath danced across Rachel's face as they struggled with one another. Occasionally, electricity would shoot through Rachel's body as Heather's clit would rub against hers or the blonde's small tuft of pubic hair would grind against her own narrow strip.
The struggle went on, chirps and grunts escaping as each fighter tried to maneuver into a stronger position. Heather maintained control though, dominating Rachel for this part of the fight, in much the same manner as she had for the first part. The women began to fatigue of it thought, and gradually Heather allowed her head to lean into the crook of Rachel's shoulder, turning her mouth towards the brunette's ear. "You know that I'm stronger than you..." she said panting, her steamy breath tickling Rachel's neck. "Even my breasts are crushing yours..."
To those words, Rachel closed her eyes in knowing submission. One thing that she had been very cognizant of was the fact that her tits--normally proud and resistant to compression, had been easily and utterly flattened by the blonde's bigger, firmer chest. It wasn't even a contest, the blonde's big chest had engulfed her big D cups with effortless dominance.
"Breasts are nothing..." Rachel hissed, trying to remain defiant..."This fight is just beginning, and you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into..."
"Ohhh, but I do..." the blonde sneered. And with that, fire raged through Rachel's left shoulder and she yelped uncontrollably.
"You cxnt" she shrieked as she realized that the blonde had sunk her teeth into her shoulder. She retaliated instantly, eliciting a roar of pain from the blonde when she sunk her own teeth into Heather's shoulder. The biting war raged as the two rolled onto their sides, hooked at the mouths and at the hips, they now freed their arms, wrapping them around one another, their sharp, painted claws tearing at the flesh of the other's back.
Deep red welts began to appear, followed by bleeding track marks as they tore at each other's backs with fingernails, simultaneously trying to tear the flesh of their foe with their teeth. Rachel began to pump her hips into Heather's and the blonde drilled back, their pubic bones pounding into one another. Rachel noticed herself getting wet and quickly realized that her thigh was covered with fluid from between the blonde's legs as well. She also noticed that the pain in her shoulder and from the clawing of her back was getting to be too much to bear. She broke her arm free and ripped her sharp claws down the side of Heather's face, breaking their stalemate and rolling away.
The two hellcats ended up on all fours facing each other, their eyes spitting venom. Blood dripped from deep bite marks on each of their left shoulders, their big breasts swaying as the hung down below them. The two seemed to mutual agree to stay on all fours as they circled one another on hands and knees. Then, in a scene reminscent of a National Geographic special or an episode of Wild Kingdom, the two cats sprang at one another and forced each other up onto their knees. The exchange was rapid fire and violent as they crashed together, biting and clawing again, their breasts pressed in a battle all their own. The two crashed together, brought themselves up onto all fours and again Heather won the battle, driving Rachel back over, her knees still pinned beneath her in a very vulnerable position. Heather's left hand tore at the brunette's face as her teeth sunk deeply into her big left breast and nipple, tearing into the soft flesh and wouding her big foe, her right hand found it's target between Rachel's legs, tearing at her labia and diving deep into the moist inside of her vagina, ripping at the exquisitely sensitive area deep within her opponent.
Rachel wailed and shrieked wildly, her panicked voice revealing her anguish as the blonde assaulted her successfully. Desperate, Rachel's right hand snaked its way between Heather's legs, the blonde having been distracted by bloodlust, and grabbed violently at her labia, twisting viciously and tearing at it with her nails. Heather jerked up, her eyes wide, and rolled away, clutching her wounded pussy and curling into a ball momentarily, giving Rachel a desperately needed respite from the offensive.
Wounded, and unsteady on her feet, Rachel wobbled to a wall, catching her breath and taking an inventory. She watched as the blonde also regrouped, clearly in better shape than she was. All she could think was "Holy Shit, I'm getting my ass kicked by this big bitch and I may lose if I don't do something now..." Unfortunately, as much as she willed her body back into action, she knew that she would never be back at full strength. Rachel had learned so far that her opponent was as quick as she was, and certainly was stronger. Ground fighting, catfighting and wrestling were clearly poor choices.
She decided to box. The two women closed the distance and Rachel began to throw punches at Heather. Initially, Heather was caught off guard, and Rachel got in several really good tags. After a few seconds though and a half-dozed or so jabs, Heather was in boxing mode and she was giving almost as good as she got. Thankfully for Rachel though, the brunette was definitely the better boxer and she knew it. After a few minutes though, Heather knew it too, and began to try to shift the fight. Her left eye was beginning to swell and her right breast had swollen to almost twice the size of the left. Rachel was now grinning, finally back in control. Heather swung a combination which Rachel just barely dodged, tagging Heather on the recovery with a quick jab to the ribs. Heather, now frustrated, swung wildly this time, overextending herself. Rachel was fairly sure she heard Rick scream something through the door as she saw how the blonde had exposed herself.
A right hook to the face stood the blonde up. Two devastating body blows stunned her and an overhand left then dropped her to her knees. Instantly, Rachel grabbed her hair and drove her knee into the blonde's face several times spraying blood everywhere. Heather protected herself around the third kick and retaliated right after the fourth kick was blocked by her hands. Her right hand shot forward towards Rachel's groin, but the brunette was expecting it and grabbed it, sneering, "You've got to be better than that, Barbie..."
"I am..." retorted Heather, driving a thick, sharp thumbail from her left hand straight up into Rachel's clit...
Rachel's eyes went wide and the blood drained from her face. She stumbled back, her mouth making an "O" as she fell to the ground, tears in her eyes. Heather fell over, battered and exhausted. Frantically, Rachel tried to rub the pain away, but with little benefit. The pain was so severe that she couldn't catch her breath. Heather got to her feet, standing unsteady, legs wide as she tried to maintain her balance in her battered state. She stumbled over to her wounded foe, her own face bruised and swollen from the knee pounding. Standing over Rachel, she stomped on her face several times causing blood to explode from the brunette's mouth and nose and slamming her head repeatedly into the floor. Rachel tried to reach up to claw at the blonde, but the big girl grabbed her wrist and held her arm up, exposing her breast. She then stood on Rachel's right breast, grinding it into the floor viciously as the brunette sobbed wildly at the brutality.
"Fuck you, you skanky whore..." Heather chided thickly, her mouth swollen from the beating. "I'm gonna give you a beating so hard your mother's gonna feel it, and then I'm gonna walk out of her vioctorious."
Heather kicked Rachel in the gut and thighs, followed it with a kick to her chest. The brunette curled into a ball to try to block the blows. Heather was once again in control of the fight...
Heather maneuvered around and kicked Rachel in the head again. She then physically forced Rachel onto her back and pried her legs open. Instinctively, Rachel shot her hands down to cover her crotch. Heather grabbed at the brunette's hands as they struggled against one another, the blonde insinuating herself between her foe's legs. Slowly, Heather overpowered Rachel, exposing the already wounded pussy. Her eyes gleamed with a devilish glint as Rachel tried to flail and kick away, but somehow Heather had hooked her legs with her arms and in her wounded state, the brunette was powerless to overcome her opponent.
Heather's hands immediately went to work--one hand keeping Rachel's hands at bay while the other ravaged the brunette's sex. Rachel sobbed as Heather's sharp claws tore at the soft flesh that served as a gateway to Rachel's femininity then began to probe deeply inside her. The brunette gasped and uncontrollably arched her back as the blonde's fingers--several of them, pushed deep inside of her. The fight had changed momentarily, as Heather's fingers worked hard inside of Rachel, urging the brunette's battered body to near climax. Just as the brunette got close though, Heather would withdraw and pinch her, breaking the near-orgasmic state. Rachel whimpered after the third time, trying to grab the blonde's hand and draw it back inside of her, but this time, the blonde mounted the brunette, and began to grind her own pussy forcefully onto Rachel's slipping fingers into both of the brunette's holes.
Rachel knew what was happening, but was helpless to resist. The blonde was demonstrating her complete dominance, physically and sexually, having already bested the brunette's tits. Despite being physically battered, the blonde was in control and Rachel was not. As Rachel felt her body working closer and closer to orgasm, her physical strength being sapped away, the blonde's thrusting became more physical and pain intermixed with pleasure, intesifying the experience in an unusual way.
"Who's my bitch??" asked the blonde.
Rachel refused to answer. Heather brutally twisted her nipples.
"Who's my bitch, Rachel?" Heather asked again.
No answer.
Rachel groaned in near explosive ecstasy as the blonde leaned in and bit her lip viciously, tearing it and shedding more blood. Rachel yelped at the assault.
"I said, who's my BITCH!!!??" and with that, Heather slammed her cxnt down onto Rachel's simultaneously driving 4 fingers inside of Rachel and her thumb up her ass.
"oh my GODDDD!!! I am! I am! I aaaaammmm!!!!! don't STOP oh! oh! oh! don't STOP, oh my--, oh my---, Oh Oh OOOOHHHH STOP YES STOP STOP STOP!!! NOOOOOoooooo...." shrieked Rachel as she exploded, her body convulsing so intensely that she unseated Heather readily and sent the blonde tumbling away.
She rubbed her clit intensely, her body sapped of energy from the beating and the sexual assault. She lay there motionless as Heather got to her feet, wincing. Nevertheless the blonde stood and stood tall and proud, despite the battering she had taken.
She looked at the defeated woman on the ground and smiled through her swollen lips.
She stumbled to the door...
She fumbled with the key...
She unlocked it, looking back at the brunette who still had not moved.
She walked out, victorious....
Rachel dropped the remote onto the bed as her body exploded with another orgasm.
She lay there in the island breeze, her chest rising and falling in the aftermath of her masturbation. She was jolted from her peaceful state by her cellphone ringing.
"Hello?" she said...
The voice on the other end was instantly familiar.
"It's Heather" the woman said,
"Do you want a rematch?
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