[Rossi]

Fantastic story! I look forward to more of Lonestar's adventures.

[Dude64]

Wow Kelli! I was so excited to read the first Valkyrie story. I don't think that could have been any better! You are so very talented!

[Kiva]

Excellent start to the Valkyrie’s Palace fights. This is a fun twist on the “secret society” concept in that the fighters are prominent citizens wearing masks and their identity is unknown to each other during the fight. Should be some great stories coming out of this. BTW, watch out for “Celtic Queen”. Something’s not right about her.

[Tiberius J.C.]

No further reason to embarrass the woman?? She embarrassed herself! Christ, Kelli: she knelt, she crawled, she virtually begged you to fuck her husband, and offered to watch! How much lower would she have sunk if you'd let her?
She's lucky you're not a cruel person.
(Well, only a little. Just the right amount.  )

[h_k]

Jolene would have shtupped her husband, spat on her, and taken her mask anyway.   
What about you, Kiva? You'd at least have taken her mask, wouldn't you? I mean: I know you have a kind heart, but before the fight, she's: "All I care about is hurting you, bitch.... The mask is a nice bonus. …", and then when she loses, she's grovelling and snivelling and trying to slide out of the deal. That's BS.
But we're getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we? You haven't had your audition yet. Then you have to get a mask made up - can't just use your surgical one - and then do the biz in the cage. But we know you'll do that. By Christmas, there'll be so many trophy masks hanging from the mantelpiece, you'll have nowhere to put Clarissa's school report.

[Kiva]

Jolene would have shtupped her husband, spat on her, and taken her mask anyway.   
What about you, Kiva? You'd at least have taken her mask, wouldn't you? I mean: I know you have a kind heart, but before the fight, she's: "All I care about is hurting you, bitch.... The mask is a nice bonus. …", and then when she loses, she's grovelling and snivelling and trying to slide out of the deal. That's BS.
But we're getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we? You haven't had your audition yet. Then you have to get a mask made up - can't just use your surgical one - and then do the biz in the cage. But we know you'll do that. By Christmas, there'll be so many trophy masks hanging from the mantelpiece, you'll have nowhere to put Clarissa's school report.

I would definitely have taken The Priestess mask. However, I won’t ever force sex on a loser. I definitely wouldn’t use a loser’s husband for sex…Never…ever…except if…maybe…well…only if…it depends…um…well…I might…um…uh..Nah…I..guess…not?

[h_k]

I would definitely have taken The Priestess mask. However, I won’t ever force sex on a loser. I definitely wouldn’t use a loser’s husband for sex…Never…ever…except if…maybe…well…only if…it depends…um…well…I might…um…uh..Nah…I..guess…not?

I'm sure you'd never have to force sex on anyone. Just bat the lids of those pretty blue eyes of yours, give your long flowing locks a seductive shake, and wiggle that lush derrière. Or does that not work with women? With Jake's colleague, that Detective O'Brien, it might. Paige? Not so sure. But perhaps after you've beaten all the sass out of her, and she's lying on her back with your foot on her chest, she'll discover a masochistic streak she didn't know she had, and be only too anxious to oblige. 

[h_k]

TBH, unless you're one of the dummies on the bench here in this SNL sketch
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XClAQK0PhlQ&t=72s
that whole Shana routine's a total turn-off. A simple look would do, I'm sure, for most men - or perhaps a smile.
And if you'd just outfought (and outthought) someone who was 7-0 like in Dance Mom Dust Up, no further action, I can assure you (in my case), would be required.
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=90742.30
That trick with the elastic bands is just the sexiest, most ingenious, kill ever.

[FyreCracka]

Fyre's Fight Journal, Chapter 35: A Kitty Kissin' Catbrawl...Part 1

  The older woman working behind the counter of Stanton's Landscaping and Tree Farm is now standing a few feet away from us, her eyebrow cocked questioningly. Stupid Damini can't keep her voice down. I break from my stare down with the younger of the two Doshi sisters to take a look at the large woman wearing a green apron that has ambled to within a few feet of us.

  I'd wager she stands around 5'9" and is built like she has worked on a farm her whole life... which in my estimation is about 55 years. She has curly, graying black hair and bright blue eyes to go with her pale skin. She looks "farm strong". A quick examination of the big woman's name tag tells me that her name is Agnes Stanton, the owner. She looks just about how I would expect a woman named Agnes would look like- or maybe a Bertha.

  Oh, and right next to her name tag is a catpin. Of course there is. Why can't anything with these damn Doshi women be simple? As it stands now, I'm standing in some kind of catpin standoff with Damini, her niece Advika and this owner of this store, Agnes.

  "Well... things have just got interesting, now haven't they?" Agnes grunts with a wry smile. "So, what's going on here?... y'all gonna fight?"

  "That would be the plan, ma'am.... me and this no account woman in orange.." I say referencing the bright orange shirt that Damini has paired with her black skirt. "We were just trying to figure out where we were going to settle the question.... I'd prefer to take it to a location that won't result in a significant number of broken flower pots and shattered star gazer orbs...." I motion towards the older Doshi woman. "This one seems not have that particular aversion to property damage."

  "Oh stuff it, you yellow haired bitch.... it's obvious that you're trying to use that 'aw shucks,  I'm a simple country girl' act to get this woman on your side.." Damini grumbles angrily. Of course, her statement is entirely accurate as there are two Doshi's and only one  of me, having Agnes on my side could prove helpful to say the least. "You were scared to fight me last time and it's quite obvious that you are still too scared to fight me" the dark haired woman says haughtily.

  "That's bullshit and you know it, skank!" I growl back as we inch dangerously close to one another and increasing the possibility of the aforementioned property damage.

  "... and what about this kitten.... what is she here for?" Agnes cackles looking at Advika like a she probably looks at a perfectly cooked steak. The normally mouthy rookie looks nearly as pale as the tree farm owner as she tries to hide behind her aunt.

  "...I ....I ... I brought the camera..... ma'am." Advika says sheepishly. Holding up a small camera bag like a shield.

  "Pity.... there's plenty of room out back for all four of us to tussle...." Agnes turns her attention back to Damini and I. "You two still want a fight... don't ya?"  Both of us nod. "Let me lock up, ladies.... there's hardly anyone here this time of year anyway....c'mon, we'll discuss the house rules outside."

  We all follow Agnes down a gravelly path past the greenhouses, though the various trees that the nursery sells until we get to an opening. It's pretty clear that this is the place. It's a nice round grassy area with plenty of benches around the perimeter and strings of lights running from tree to tree. Initially, It looked like how I'd imagine Tinkerbell's Fairy Fight Club  looking, but as I look closer, I notice that the formerly whimsical garden statuary is mostly broken and disfigured, giving the whole place a very eerie and sinister feeling.

  "Alright, here's the house rules... if you're gonna fight or watch, you gotta strip down to your panties... you can each pick out a bench to use for your stuff." Agnes casts a hungry look at Advika. The youngest Doshi woman is nearly petrified. The establishment's owner continues. "Normal catfight rules- which is to say that there aren't any... except to earn a win, you gotta make the other woman kiss your kitty.... show everyone that she knows who the real woman is.... clear enough?"

  "I'm good with it.." I say, beginning to strip my shirt off and place my stuff on a bench next to a statue of a dancing angel missing half of its face. The cold air of the late afternoon of early winter tightens my skin as I bare my body to the elements. I do suppress the urge to chuckle at the 'kiss the kitty' requirement. My imagination immediately envisions watching the dark haired real estate mogul plant her lips on my sea green cotton panties.

  "As am I.... " Damini says shimmying out of her skirt. "Ready to taste my black lacy thong... I'm sure it's nicer than anything you own.... you dumb hick." Again, I take note of how similarly we are built. She is maybe a half inch shorter. I'd guess we weigh about the same, around 130 pounds. Our chests are both perky B cups. Both of us with brown eyes and long hair that hangs to the middle of the back. Hers being jet black and mine being blonde. Her brown skin contrasts my now pale skin. I really hate when my summer tan fades.

 "Oh and the final rule for this..." Agnes, now stripped to her, surprisingly skimpy for a woman of her age and girth, pink silky panties, continues. "When one of us is eliminated... there will be a break as their hands and feet are bound and she is hung on one of the racks". She motions to some wooden racks with thick pegs hammered into them placed around the clearing like something you would see at a primitive camp.

  "Wait... what?" I blurt our nearly simultaneously with Damini.

  "Silly girls... did you think you were the only ones going to have any fun?" The big woman's chubbily cheery face gets serious. "Do we have a problem?"

  "Whatever... I just want to fight...." I say, my mind already switched into fight mode and not really thinking about the details. Besides, sometimes in situations like this, it's best just to leap before you look.

  I glance at Damini, who is obviously more hesitant but we both know that there's no way she can back down after I have accepted and her previously spouting all of that bullshit about me being scared. "Sure... I'll take the panties from both of you." She sneers, less than enthusiastically.

  "Looks like we're gonna have us a three way tussle now.... sure you don't wanna make it a foursome, kitten?" Agnes says gruffly, still eying Advika up and down.

  Before the younger woman can answer Damini walks over to her niece and they begin whispering. The older woman seems to be convincing the younger of something. I watch as Advika's beautiful blue eyes dart around. First panicked, then softening to an agreeable and more determined look. This isn't good. They're hatching some sort of plan- I can smell it. Advika steps up. "Let's... do it..... a four way match, ma'am." Advika says, her voice shaking like the few remaining leaves on the surrounding trees in the chilling breeze.

  "Fabulous.... let me log this in and get the drones on the way..." Agnes bubbles as she begins tapping away on her phone.

  I shake my head at the whole predicament. Kelli, Kelli what have you gotten yourself into this time, girl? I think to myself. This went from a normal day, to me getting  ready to fight Damini, to finding myself in a three way fight with an old farmer, before finally turning into a four way fight where I'm clearly in the least advantageous position. This would have been a good time to have Kiva by my side, but she is still nursing that concussion from the fight with Paige and she has been a little hard to find these days. Like she's working through something. Maybe it's the lingering affects of losing to that cheerleader. Losses are tough, especially your first one and in front of her husband no less. I suppose the best way for me to get through this mess is to charge headlong in to it.

  "Fabulous!.... Carol... Sandy... y'all don't mind gettin' a little overtime to oversee this spectacle, do y'all?" Agnes bellows. I nearly jump out of my skin when I realize there are two women standing not more than a foot behind me. Where the hell did those two come from?

  "No ma'am! We'll fetch the rope." The two woman answer creepily in unison. What kind of children of the corn bullshit have I stumbled into. The two women, both around the same age as Advika quickly strip down to the required panties. Of course, they're wearing matching underwear. I gather that this isn't their first rodeo. They move and are built like twins and their hair is in the same short pixie cut, but, seeing as Carol is black and Sandy is a ginger, I'm guessing that they have no relation outside of whatever spell Agnes has them under.

  With this bizarre scene finally set, I begin to evaluate the group of opponents I am facing as we all do some quick stretching. The lacy, black thong clad Damini and I match up well as we are nearly the same size, she is a few years younger but the dark skinned Indian woman and I are naturally paired rivals. From what I've seen from her online fights, we even fight similarly.

  Her young niece, Advika might be dangerous once she has some experience. The 19 year old is built athletically at 5'7", 125 pounds or so, and in great shape. She has the same B cup sized breasts as her aunt and I. Her black hair has blonde streaks and hangs nearly to her small, white thong wearing ass. Her skin is a lighter brown than her aunt's and she has those stunning blue eyes. Unfortunately for her, she looks like a scared little kitten in front of a bunch of lionesses.

  Last but not least- especially in weight, is Agnes. With her stripped down to her frilly pink panties and now that I know I'm fighting her, I can really get a good look at the owner of the tree farm. She's probably in her mid 50's and her body looks sturdy, if a little doughy. She obviously has lived a physical life. She's easily the biggest of us all. Standing a good 5'9" and weighing over 200 pounds. For some reason I can't keep from thinking that her soft, round belly and heavy, huge tits, at least double E's, are targets that I can't ignore. If she's as tough as she looks, it might take me and at least one Doshi to take her down.

  "Ladies...the drones are here... it's time...." Agnes says giving her knuckles one last loud crack as I hear the gentle buzz of our overhead film crew. We all array ourselves around our field of battle. My eyes dart back and forth, trying to devise a plan as we begin to stalk one another in a big circular motion, tightening slowly as we move.

  The Doshi's make the first move as both of them charge me. Oh shit. I manage to land a decent hook to Advika's ribs as they tackle me to the grass but the two Indian women are on me. After a brief struggle, I find myself pinned on my back. Advika sitting on my chest holding my wrists down as her aunt traps my legs beneath her and begins pummeling my belly.

  Within seconds I see Agnes' body blocking out the soon to be setting sun and feel her rip Advika off of me by the hair. "C'mere kitten.... you're mine..." the youngest woman is squirming and shrieking as the oldest combatant drags her by the hair of her head to the grass. Like a crocodile dragging a fawn into the swamp.

  Damini and I stare at each other for a brief moment before her brain re-engages and she tries to climb on top. I sink my claws into her hair and the catball is on. We tumble away from the other two women, spitting curses at one another, as we each exchange the top position for mere moments before losing it again.

  As the initial flurry slows down and we begin to move more deliberately and strategically, I am able to hear Advika's moans and groans. It sounds like Agnes is toying with the young fighter.

  I finally begin to outmuscle Damini and have her pinned on her back, pressing her face into the cold earth with one hand as I sink my nails into her soft titflesh with the other. "Fucking.... trailer trash...." the brown skinned woman curses as I begin to torture her tits.

  "Auntie... help me.... you promised..." I can hear a desperate Advika plead, her voice shaking with fear. As I stare down into Damini's dark eyes, I don't see the slightest hint of concern for her niece just the burning hatred for me.

  During my struggle to press the bitch's face down into the hard earth, my pinky finger gets a little too close to her mouth and the Californian cxnt bites it, causing me to scream and giving her the opportunity to buck me off. She comes out on top this time and I find myself pinned on my back again. We are body to body as she grapevines my legs and pins the backs of my hands to the ground at the wrist.

  "Right where your... dumb hick ass... belongs... beneath me!" Damini snarls with our noses nearly touching. I strain against her but she has the hold locked in tightly. I can still hear Advika's withering cries for help several yards away.

  "You just gonna... abandon her to .... that big bitch?" I question as I continue to struggle.

  "You promised.... auntie.... you .... fucking .... promised..." the fear in Advika's voice is contrasted by the wicked laughter of Agnes as she toys with her prey.

  "She's a big... girl.... she can fend for herself...." Damini growls coldly as she flexes herself body to inflict more pain on me. "Don't worry, cxnt... you'll be crying just as loudly .... once I'm done with you."

  "Fuck.... you .... Damini..." I groan, using all of my strength to finally slip my leg out of the hold. I quickly roll my foe over and we swap spots again. Once on top, I drive my knee into the realtor's crotch. She gasps and wilts somewhat allowing me to take control and hold the top position.

  I can hear Advika sobbing at this point and allow myself a glance to see her current predicament. The young Indian woman is trapped beneath the hefty, pale skinned woman. Who is using her gigantic chest to smother the smaller woman to near unconsciousness before letting her breathe again.

  I deliver a couple more blows to Damini's womanhood and get her to the point I'm about to take over before my damn conscience gets the better of me. "Oh.. hell.." I grunt as I push off of the battered black haired bitch.

  Against my better judgement, I take off in a dead sprint towards the Advika and Agnes. The big woman's back is to me and I plough shoulder first, full speed into the portly and pale punisher's back.

  The big woman groans as we both go tumbling to the grass away from the barely conscious Advika. "You little blonde bitch... you're gonna pay for ruining my fun!" Agnes sneers as she start to try to get to her feet, rubbing her lower back. I know I don't have much of a window and maneuver behind the behemoth, quickly latching onto her back like a tick. I wrap my arms around her neck, trying to lock in a sleeper hold.

  Agnes furiously claws at my arms trying to keep me from cinching the hold down, but she's too late. The big woman begins to fade and we fall to the grass. She is tugging at my blonde hair but I've got her! A little more and I might just be able to put the hurt on her enough to mount. Imagine the stories I'll be able to tell if I can get this big bitch to kiss my kitty.

  My elation is short lived as I feel a sharp pain in my back accompanied by a loud "thwack". I groan in pain and am rewarded with another impact that dislodges me from my hold on Agnes. I roll to my back just in time to see Damini's foot slam into my belly.

  "Stupid move... Kelli... but we all knew you were just a dumb ass hick..." Damini taunts as I writhe at her feet, massaging my stomach and lower back. "Advika... come over... let's fucking finish this blonde bitch!" She calls to her niece.

  I know I'm in trouble as I see the 19 year old standing over me, next to her aunt. Then, unexpectedly, Advika shoves Damini. "Fuck you aunt... you left me there.... helpless.... while that... that... woman hurt me- that was not what you promised!" The younger woman has tears of rage and betrayal welling in her eyes.

  "Stop your...  fucking...... whining you... little bitch!" Damini barks back as the two get chest to chest above me. "First we beat this bitch for humiliating your grandmother... just like we planned...then we'll settle this...know... your... place...you insolent little... fucking ... twat!" She says slapping her young niece across the cheek.

  "Fuck... you... Damini!" A shaking Advika sneers as she launches herself into Damini and the two go tumbling to the turf rolling around in a tangle of claws and curses.

  Just then I feel a rough, calloused hand grab my ankle. It's Agnes reaching for me as she crawls on all fours towards me. I roll away and scramble to my feet. My body aches from the punishment that I've already taken. My body is sweating despite the cool November weather and grass burns sting my knees, elbows, back and shoulders.

  Agnes lumbers back to her feet and the tree farmer and I square off. Her pale skin shows the red blotches from the fight, her graying hair is wild and unkempt, her chest heaves causing her huge tits to jiggle with every breath. "You're.. gonna pay... for ruining... my fun... you yellow headed... cxnt" she growls as she throws a big looping punch towards my head.

  I am able to narrowly dodge it. As her fist sails over my head, I send my knuckles into her soft flanks in retribution. "We'll just see... about that.. you... big tittied bitch!" I taunt as I dance around.

  The bigger woman stalks me, grabbing at me several times but I manage to evade her and pound her pale body with punches or land slaps to her face. We continue our dance for several moments, she is able to get ahold of me a few times but I punch my way out and escape. Our grunts and groans begin to mix with the two women rolling on the grass. The grassy opening now sounds like an Amazon battle as all four of us fight.

  I land a combination to Agnes's belly and jaw that sends her reeling but not before she latches onto my ponytail. She drags me around as I continue unloading my fists into her belly and ribs before she muscles me into a headlock. I keep swinging but she sends us crashing to the grass with a quick twist of her large hips.

  I buck and twist wildly trying to get myself free but she uses her girth and skill to climb on top of me. Her hips straddling my tummy holding me down. Out of self preservation, I send my talons deep into her massive mounds of titflesh, clawing and kneading for all I'm worth. The older woman lets loose with a blood curdling howl as she tries to pull my fingers from her breasts. I feel her nails dig into my wrists as she finally wrenches my hands free and pins them above my head.

  "You feisty little... whore... I think ... I'll save you for later...." She grunts out as she starts trying to cover my face with her gargantuan tits. It's like I'm drowning in a sea of breasts. I buck and jerk buying myself some precious moments of air before my mouth and nose are filled with the wet, salty flesh of Agnes's sweaty udders.

  I can feel the tunnel vision setting in as my opportunities to steal breathes get fewer and farther apart. I know I'm done for if I don't escape quick, fast and in a hurry. From underneath my plus sized foe, I plant my feet. Using everything I have left I arch my back and buck. Yes! We roll and for a moment I'm on top but Agnes uses the momentum and easily continues our motion until I'm right back where I started. Fuck.

  I'm physically drained and that was my last shot. The large woman's weight and breasts have finished me. "Go to... sleep... slut... go to sleep" Agnes whispers. The darkness closes in and I accept the inevitable as I lose consciousness.

  My eyes blink gently, I realize that I'm lying on my back, topless in the cool air, I see the clear early evening sky above me beginning to streak with the bright oranges and pinks of sunset as the world comes into focus again. I hear the sounds of a struggle between two women. Oh shit. I'm in a fight. Groggily, I begin to wiggle my fingers and move my legs. I'm not bound or tied- I'm still in this.

  Slowly, I start to get my bearings. I see Agnes on top of a clearly exhausted and overmatched Advika. The big woman is fully in control, sitting on the younger woman's chest in a schoolgirl pin. Oh fuck, where's Damini?

  I look around and see the older Doshi sprawled on ground much like myself. It looks like she is also coming to. I have no idea how she got there but now is my chance to finish the brown skinned woman.

  Before I can even make a move towards the downed woman, I hear Agnes's voice boom. "Kiss it... kiss my fucking kitty... little girl... do it!"

  I watch as a thoroughly defeated Advika fights through her sobs and plants her lips on what's left of the pink, silk panties of her conqueror. Agnes lets the teen's head drop to the grass.

  One of the creepy 'twins' bangs a gong. We all stop as Carol and Sandy descend on poor Advika like couple of coyotes stealing a kill. They each latch onto one of the young woman's wrists before they drag her like a felled tree over to one of the wooden racks near the edge of our battlefield.

  The defeated newbie is sobbing as the two begin to lash each of her appendages to a corner of the rack.

  "Damini... that's gonna be us if we don't take that big bitch down.... we can settle our.... problem... afterwards..." I start as I know we only have moments before this battle starts up again.

  "Fuck you, Kelli.... I'll never help you... you trailer trash twat." Damini snarls back.

  "You won't be helping me, you dumb bitch... we will just be clearing the way for us to fight.... like we originally intended."

  I see the wheels turning behind her dark eyes as she processes her options. "Just this once.... but... if your treacherous ass double crosses me.... I'll make you regret it, cxnt." She finally answers.

  With our uneasy ceasefire in place, Damini and I get to our feet as the 'twins' are lashing the nude Advika's last limb to the rack, leaving her looking like a piece of leather being stretched and tanned.

  Damini looks fatigued and her back is marred by grass burns, scratches and dirt. I'm not sure what happened while I was out, but she looks like she spent a lot of it pinned on her back. The biggest part of me hopes it was a pissed off Advika that did the lioness's share of the damage, not the oversized older woman. Though, with her sharing my belief that it will take both of us to take down Agnes, I suspect it was the latter.

  I do a quick evaluation of myself as I stand up. There's no way around it, I've been the woman who has gotten the worst of this fight so far. My hair is wild and disheveled. I can feel the cool air stinging the scrapes on my back. My joints hurt. I'm simultaneously freezing yet sweating. I'm having a bad time, but, on a positive note, I did get a nap in during the fight. So there's that.

  Across from us, looms Agnes. The tree farm owner is standing with her hands on her hips, her gigantic chest rising and falling more regularly now as her breathing becomes more normal. Her silky, pink panties have tears and are sweat soaked. I'm pretty sure the elastic bands are all that are holding them together. The big woman's pale body shows a bit of damage from the fight. Bits of grass and mud smear her white skin and red blotches from the blows she has absorbed match the ones on her face and chest formed from exertion.

  We all glance nervously at one another as we await the sound of the gong that will signal that our brawl has resumed. As we wonder who will draw the short straw and end up outnumbered.

  My eyes cut towards Damini, who gives me a subtle nod. I don't trust that bitch as far as I can throw her but I'm out of options and so is she. As soon as I hear the gong, I charge the the pale skinned destroyer, leaving myself open to any treachery from the Indian woman and hoping she does her part.

  "Oh... hell..." I hear the big woman grunt as the combined weight of Damini and I collides with her and we all tumble to the turf.  I'm relieved and, honestly, surprised that Damini kept her end of the deal. We scramble on top of the big woman, each of us punishing her with claws and body punches. The big woman doesn't panic and is very deliberate as she tries to fend us off. She chooses her shots and her knuckles feel like hammers when they slam into my ribs.

  From her groans, I can tell they are hurting Damini as well. "Fuck this..." I hear the Indian woman curse after taking another one of Agnes's meaty paws to the side of her head. I feel her roll away, leaving the big woman for me to fight by myself. The bitch even tries to kick me as she gets away. I knew she was going to pull something like this.

  I do the only thing I know how to do- I go full wildcat mode on Agnes. While sitting atop her sizable belly, I rip at her with my talons while attempting to keep her on her back. My onslaught is violent enough that the older woman is forced to cover up to weather my attacks. As I feel myself running out of steam, I try to pin her arms down. I sure hope I've done enough.

  Using all of my weight I pin the backs of big woman's hands to the grass next to her head. I'm too small to attempt to grapevine her legs and have to rely on the hope that she is too tired or too battered to throw me off. We are now nose to nose, her soft, heavy body lying motionless and flat beneath me. "Ya.. give... Agnes?" I snap.

  The older woman merely chuckles. "That's not... how... this... works... blondie" Agnes grunts out. "You... gotta... make me.... kiss... your... kitty." Her eyes lock with mine as she starts to power her arms off the lawn and slowly but steadily keeps overpowering me until we swap places. I manage to keep my legs locked around her belly but she is on top.

  My pale skinned opponent isn't moving quickly and I'm unleashing as much fury as I can manage from the bottom but methodically- and demoralizingly, Agnes plants my hands next to my head and she has me pinned firmly on my back. The older woman smirks, lowers her chest and begins slapping my face with her massive tits. "Remember these... Kelli?.... Feel like another nap?"

  Before I can respond, I hear a shriek as Damini comes flying out of nowhere and lands chest first on Agnes's back with her hands in the big woman's curly dark hair. I groan as their combined weight presses the older woman's chest onto mine. "Oh... God...." I moan as the Indian woman begins to attack Agnes from her perch on the big woman's back.

  "You... bothersome... brown... bitch!" Agnes roars as she pushes off of me and the two go rolling on the grass a few yards from me.

  I'm only able to lay there and watch, my body is exhausted and hurting too badly to do any more. Agnes has managed to roll until she is tits up with Damini beneath her clinging to the pale woman's neck for dear life, trying to lock on a sleeper like I did earlier. "Go to sleep... fat ass... " the Indian woman growls.

  Agnes is able to use one of her big hands to keep Damini from locking the move in. Then she begins to drive her elbow in to the ribs woman trapped beneath her. "Let go.. of me... cxnt..." the tree farm owner says as the third elbow breaks Damini's hold and she gets free from her smaller foe.

  Agnes rolls onto her hands and knees as she tries to get up, but Damini is quicker and charges the doughy woman, burying her shoulder into the big woman's ribs. The thong clad woman is clearly the fresher of the two as they begin to scrap on the grass. The Indian woman is punishing her bigger opponent with claws and belly punches.

  The two woman are calling each other names that would make even sailor blush as their fight is truly nasty. Despite her full on attack, Damini, like me earlier, begins to tire as the resilient Agnes weathers her storm.

  The bigger woman turns the tide, eventually pinning the Indian woman beneath her. Agnes is hissing something into the smaller woman's ear as she uses her massive tits like a couple of pasty white paintbrushes to taunt Damini by dragging them over her face.

  I'm back on my feet and ready to fight. As much as I enjoy watching Domini suffer, there's no way I'm beating that fluffy juggernaut on my own, at least not in this condition. She deserves it, especially considering her treacherous actions in this match alone.

  I take one more deep breath before I sprint towards the two other remaining catfighters my shoulder slamming with every last bit of my weight into Agnes's ribs. The big business woman goes rolling. After the collision, I end up on my hands and knees next to Damini.

  For a brief moment, we are all down. Agnes is groaning as she rolls around on her back clutching her ribs. Damini, also on her back and now unencumbered without a large woman sitting on her chest, is gulping in air. I'm in the best condition. On all fours, shaking the cobwebs out of my head after my reckless yet effective interpretation of a rocket.

  I stagger to my feet first and offer my hand to the Indian woman. "No more ... bullshit, Damini... let's take her out... we will settle this afterwards...". She glares at me but takes my hand and I help her to her feet. I still don't trust the bitch, but now that she's been on the receiving end of Agnes's strength, maybe, just maybe she will be somewhat useful before she inevitably tries to stab me in the back...again.

  Agnes has made it to her knees but is struggling to get her breath back as Damini and I reach her.  Both of us together begin unloading a torrent of slaps and scratches. The bigger woman tries to cover up but is pretty much defenseless against the overwhelming hell of two wildcats and their claws. We get her onto her back. I end up sitting on her belly while Damini is content to harass the pasty woman from the side.

  It's ugly. Really ugly as I unleash my hate filled attacks on the large woman's tits. Taking an amount of revenge on the soft, pale weapons that mercilessly smothered me into unconsciousness like they were satanic marshmallows.  For her part, Damini does enough. She keeps the pressure on Agnes keeping the big woman from being able to rid herself of me with all manner of assaults to the the pale woman's ample belly. That the Indian woman is letting me do the bulk of the work is not lost on me, but I know I have to stay focused and I'll have my chance with the shrewd raven haired bitch soon enough.

  As tough and strong as Agnes is, she is no match for both of us and she is worn down, overpowered and overwhelmed by Damini and I. Again, I plant the shop owner's hands next to her head as I sit proudly on top in a schoolgirl pin. I feel myself rising and falling as she fights against fatigue and my weight for every breath. The big woman's legs are sprawled and listless as she lies flat on her back. Agnes has nothing left.

  I take a quick glance around to find Damini. It appears that the brown skinned bitch has decided to take a breather and see how the battle between Agnes and I plays out. I shoot her the nastiest glare I can before a desperate, last gasp buck of the big pale skinned woman's hips forces me to fall to the grass.

  Quickly...or as quickly as I can in my current state, I struggle to my feet. Bent at the waist, hands on my knees, chest heaving as I stare at the behemoth as she wobbles to her feet. We glare at one another before we begin to move forward. I've forgotten about Damini and the only thing I can focus on is making this massive woman plant her kisser on the thin material covering my womanhood. "Let's finish... this you... big bitch..." I growl.

  "Let's... you... skinny... little ... whore..." she pants back as we begin to circle. Agnes is tough but like all fighters her size, she is on the clock as soon as the fight starts and as we move, it's clear that clock has run out. She plods tiredly towards me, still gasping for air.

  The big pasty bitch flings a slow, looping haymaker as we get close. Even in my exhausted state, I dodge it easily and my knuckles bury into the older woman's soft belly   Agnes's knees buckle. I grab her curly and dark, graying hair, taking control of the rapidly fading fighter. With a roar, I send a knee into her ribs that doubles her over. My next knee slams intro he aside of her head dropping her to the grass in a heap and the momentum from  the strike causes me to fall on top of her.

  Agnes is gasping and panting, completely spent as I struggle to roll her onto her back. It takes a lot of my remaining strength but I get her over and plant my ass on her heaving chest in a total and complete schoolgirl pin. I glare down at my sizable foe as her face is squished between my thighs. Her body now lies limply beneath me. The aging Amazon is finished.

  I sink my claws into her hair one last time. "You're ... fucking .... done... bitch!... Do it!... Kiss my.... fucking ... kitty!" I snarl. The woman's blue eyes flutter wearily and I see her submission in them. She purses her lips and lifts her head until I feel them press against the sea green material coving my most intimate part. I hear the gong sound. I have defeated the behemoth.

  I sit triumphantly and proudly atop Agnes for a few moments before sliding off of her and onto the grass. Lying on my back, my eyes scan the battlefield for my remaining opponent, Damini. The Indian woman has been sitting calmly off to the side- watching, recovering, as I dealt with the owner of the tree farm. I take note that her breathing has returned to normal as I am panting, forcing air into my tired lungs.

  I manage to get to a seated position as the 'twins' arrive to haul off their defeated boss. I'm so tired. All I want to do is hang my head and rest but I hold my stare with the Californian cxnt, knowing I can't show her any sign of weakness before we clash once Agnes is strung up like a freshly killed animal.

  Damini gives me a smirk as she confidently stands up and begins to loosen her joints in the rapidly cooling weather as the sun begins to slip past the tops of the trees. I let out a long sigh. I gotta get up. Hoping to hide my fatigue, I do my best to get on my feet. Inside I can feel how much of a struggle it is but I think I manage to make it somewhat smoothly to the upright position. I crack my knuckles and continue to try to stare the real estate mogul down with my best "You're next" look.

.... to be continued....

[papillon]

This is marvellous and totally hilarious! (Tinkerbell's Fairy Fight Club - LMAO)
p.s. technical question (boring, I know): you're going to come away with all three pairs of panties, aren't you, when the real estate mogul presses her luscious lips to your purring pussy? The way I see it: Agnes owns Advika, true, but you own Agnes, ergo what's hers is yours. Just make sure you take down the aunt, though, or (on the same principle) the pink silkies you were so much looking forward to showing your grandchildren will end up in Damini's trophy cabinet along with your greenies and we wouldn't want that.
p.p.s. being a butterfly's fine and dandy, but in the next life I wanna be a drone!

[Catfight Fan 1972]

Kelli. Good luck.  Hope you avoid kissing the  kitty. 

[papillon]

What you could do, of course, while they're strung up on those frames, is pop Agnes's panties for safekeeping in Advika's mouth (they already know the way) and then Damini's (once she's kissed the kitty and is safely strung up too) in Agnes's mouth and yours (we promise not to peep) in Damini's. Whereupon, you inform the world's press that Rudy Giuliani will be holding one of his celebrated press conferences at Stanton's Landscaping and Tree Farm in an hour's time. That leaves you about half an hour to have some fun with your mobile phone and any stray watering cans that happen to be lying around before exiting discreetly with the Terrible Twins just as the world's press: NYT, WP, Los Angeles Times, El Pais, Le Monde, The Guardian, Süddeutsche Zeitung … (not to mention CNN, CNBC and the other cable news channels) are arriving with their satellite dishes and their outside broadcast vans.
Of course, unless you brought a spare pair, you'll have to make your getaway wearing Advika's panties, but I'm sure with those tight buns of yours they'll be a perfect fit.
p.s. remember to leave the doors open.

[Kiva]

Kelli. Good luck.  Hope you avoid kissing the  kitty.

Yes, we certainly hope so. And we don’t want to see you strung up on some rack either like a side of beef. It’s never going to happen…Right?…we know you’re exhausted and at a marked disadvantage and Damini seems deviously smart, but you got this one, sis….We just…know…it?

I love how you continue to create such fun and original concepts and characters. This has been such a fun read but I’m expecting part 2 to be a bitter and intense war. It’s so impressive how you keep the creative juices flowing. 

[FyreCracka]

Fyre's Fight Journal, Chapter 36: A Kitty Kissin' Catbrawl.... Part 2

  I'm standing but just barely, bent at the waist panting heavily, my hands on my knees. My blonde hair hangs damp and matted. I glare through the strands at my opponent too tired to do anything else as Carol and Sandy each latch on to Agnes's arms. Like two undersized lumberjacks, the 'twins' struggle and strain to drag their defeated boss off of the field. I'm thankful for the added time it takes as I really need it. That bitch, Damini, is bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet like we just started.

  Her bedraggled appearance says otherwise. If I've learned anything about Damini it is that she is a consummate fighter and I have no doubt that she is still trying to work the mental aspect of this fight. I'm glad that there is no place for me to see my own appearance since it has already been a hell of a war so far. I imagine I look even worse than her after she left me to battle that bear of a woman. "Hey! trailer trash, should I just walk over there and let you kiss my kitty... might as well save yourself more of an ass kicking and get it over with?" Damini taunts lewdly gesturing to her panty covered pussy.

  "Fuck... you... Damini ..." I bark between breaths. Knowing that my nemesis sees me struggling, I try to hide my exhaustion. I stand upright, moving my hands from my knees to the top my head hoping to help get the air back into my lungs. I remember my coach ripping us a new one if she caught us with our hands on our hips or knees. She said that we'd recover faster like this. I have no idea if this is the case but I need all the help I can get right now.

  As we stand and wait for the twins to finish attaching Agnes to the rack, I take stock of Damini and myself. Despite the cool weather, both of us are shining with sweat. Neither of us were able to keep our hair tied up and we both look like wild, cavewomen with our disheveled 'do's'. Muddy streaks, grass burns, scratches and welts mar our skin as evidence of the ferocity and savagery of this brawl....and it's not over yet.

  Despite how raggedy we both look, I can see it in her eyes and feel it exuding from my own, we are both more than determined to finish off our foe and settle the original question that we intended to at the beginning of this whole ordeal.

  Thankfully, it takes the two smaller women the better part of five minutes to get Agnes tied and stretched to the rack. I suppose my exercise regimen is paying off as I feel like I've gotten most of my wind back. I might not be quite as fresh as Damini with her extended break, but I'll be good enough. I get a not small amount of pride and enjoyment watching Carol deliver the big woman's panties to the bench with my stuff. Sandy looks over to the real estate agent and me, nods her head as she barks "Finish it.... Fight!"

  Wearily and warily, we both begin to wade into the center of our battlefield once more. The time for trash talk and games is long over. All that is left is for two women- hated rivals, to clash until one plants her lips on the other's womanhood in full submission and admission of her inferiority. Our eyes are locked as we slowly circle each other, bent at the waist, hands up, claws bared and ready to dig into our rival. 

  We edge closer and closer. Damini makes the first move and my head whips around from the impact of her palm on my cheek. I stagger back before regaining my balance. I glare back at the smirking dark haired woman. We continue circling neither of us are too eager to get into another nasty catball and are content to try to stay upright.

  She swings again but this time I duck and pop her in the mouth with a jab that snaps her head back. "Whore!" I scream as I try to follow up with more punches. Grabbing a fistful of raven hair I sling her around the grass, pummeling her as we go. This bitch can't go toe to toe with me and soon she is bent over trying to claw at my face or tits and keep me at arm's length. I know this is my chance and I continue to rain the pain down on the back of her head along with her back and shoulders. "I'll... beat... your... arrogant... ass... all... the... way... back... to.... California!" I snarl while doling out a Texas sized can of whoop ass.

  I can feel Damini fade with every punch I land, but she isn't finished and begins to force a clench. She pulls me in close and our bodies press against each other as we hang on one another. Our tits engage in their own battle as they try to assert their dominance over the rival pair with every breath in. Only to be pushed back when during the breath out.

  "Your... ass... is... mine... bitch.." I hiss in a whisper as we cling to one another in the clench. I know I'll win if I can keep this a stand up fight.

  "Fuck.... you... cxnt!" Damini spits back. She wriggles and twists creating just enough space between us to draw her head back before sending it crashing into the bridge of my nose. The pain is sharp and intense, my eyes are watering and I pray my nose isn't broken. I stagger backwards a few steps before the Indian woman rushes me and takes me to the grass roughly.

  We land with a thud on the turf with her on top. Through my watering eyes I see the dark skinned bitch sit on my stomach. I try to fight her arms off as she clamps them around my throat.

  I can hear the disgusting gurgling and coughing noises coming from my own mouth as she chokes me. I claw at the woman's arms and jaw, trying to get her off of me as my survival instincts kick in.

  "I'll ... fucking... kill... you..." Damini snarls, her dark brown eyes wild with rage. Her grip tightens and I feel myself fading. My claws begin to relax, helplessly sliding down her arms and my tear blurred vision begins to constrict as I start to lose consciousness.

  With one last act of defiance, I lash out. My thumb finds the realtor's eye. "Bitch!" She screams out and collapses on top of me. I can feel her trying to soothe her eye as she tries to keep me pinned on my back. I writhe and twist as best I can hoping to escape my near hopeless predicament. In the ensuing struggle I feel her bicep against my mouth. Instinctively, I bite down hard on her muscle.

  Damini lets out a wild wail. She recoils, rolling away from me. I make my way on to my hands and knees. I gotta get up... she can't beat me if we are standing. That's the only thought going through my head. I've got nothing left but that. I don't even keep my eyes on my opponent as I struggle and stagger on to my feet again. I'm up, I'm wobbly but I'm standing.

  My eyes look for Damini and find her just getting to her feet as well. One of her eyes is swollen and half closed, but the other contains enough hatred in her glare to let me know she intends to make me pay for that.

  We are both just standing there. We are only a few feet apart but neither of us is moving forward. My body is screaming at me that it wants me to make this end but I just can't.... not yet. I can't let this bitch win. Fortunately, it appears that my rival is feeling the same. "You ...had ...enough...bitch?" I pant raggedly.

  "Go... to... hell... whore..." she groans back just as tiredly as she raises her hands back to a fighting stance.

  I do the same but neither of us moves. We just stand across from each other hoping against hope that the other woman will quit. "I'll... send... you... to... hell... myself... Damini.."

  My similarly sized opponent lets out a shriek and charges the short distance. I lunge to meet her. We clash in the center of the area and our hands bury into each other's hair. Both of us let out pained screeches as the agony radiates through our scalps. Our bodies slam together and we jostle back and forth trying to wrestle each other to the turf. This fight has gone on so long that both of us are stripped down to our core, primitive and primal states. Gone are all the skills, techniques and strategies that two experienced fighters normally have. All that remains is grit, raw emotion and the will to win.

  In a tangle of clutching claws and curses, we crumble to the ground more from fatigue than anything else. We slowly catball across the grass briefly before I feel the Doshi woman's legs clamp around my belly.  "Fuuuuck!" I scream as it feel like she is breaking my ribs. Instinctively, I begin tapping her legs furiously before I remember that it won't save me.

  "That's... it... fucking.... break.... cxnt!" Damini growls as she continues to squeeze. I pry weakly at her thighs as I fade and she takes command of the fight.

  I'm unable to offer much resistance as she maneuvers me into a schoolgirl pin. "That's ... right... slag.... I fucking own... your weak ass!" The Indian woman barks as she presses her womanhood against my chin.

  A wicked smirk curls the lips of the brown skinned woman. I squirm helplessly as she sits on my chest. While one hand grips my hair, her other hand reaches down and pulls her panties to the side revealing her bare pussy. "I want ... you... to remember... what I ... fucking taste like.... you pathetic whore!"

  The sick bitch must be near getting off on this as I feel her clit rubbing against my chin and lips. "C'mon Kelli... fucking kiss... my fucking kitty... bitch!"

  "No.... no.... never!" I groan, writhing in futility, her ass planted firmly on my chest, my legs feel like weights and I can't buck her off or even budge her for that matter. The only thing I can manage to do is to grab Damini's black thong.
 
  Gripping her thong with both hands, I push up like a bench press. Damini's hips rise slightly and she pitches forward a bit. She tries to wriggle back into position and I hear her let out a groan as we struggle. I realize I have a reverse wedgie.

  It might not be the best tactic, but it's what I have so I go for it with everything I have left. I use the black thong like a sadistic saw, the fabric digging in forcefully into Damini's most intimate parts enough to give me room to escape just before the fabric gives way, ripping with a loud sound and leaving the Indian woman completely nude.

  "You... fucking.... hick... bitch!" Damini screams as we roll apart. I'm struggling as I crawl across the turf. The dark haired woman has been kicking my ass so far since we landed on the lawn. "I'm... gonna.... make... you... pay.... cxnt!" She hisses as she stalks me.

  I'm still trying to crawl away when I feel her nails dig into my skin as she grips my sea green cotton panties. I yelp as she violently pulls up, lifting my hips to her waist before the material reaches its breaking point and tears away, sending Damini tumbling backwards onto her ass with the remnants of my panties still in her hands.

  The action briefly stops for a moment as she glares at me. I give her my best 'fuck you, too bitch' stare. I've rolled onto my back and I'm starting to recover some but I'm still hurting pretty badly. It's like she is being fueled by her hate for me and it's given her a second wind. Damini is screeching at me as she gets back to her feet and begins stomping towards me like a pissed off yellow jacket. "You fucking... blonde.... cxnt.... you'll beg me... to let you... kiss my pussy... by the time.... I'm finished... with you!"

  The last word has barely left her lips when my heel impales the dark skinned woman's lower belly. Her big, brown eyes bulge and she immediately drops to the turf curling in pain and shock.

  Again, both of us are down. I have no idea how long this battle has been going on for but as I stare up at the, now, nearly dark sky, I know it has been well over an hour- at least. Neither of us even try to waste the energy to get to our feet. Instead, we drag our bodies across the grass until our hands find the other woman's.

  I feel the sharp pain of Damini's nails digging into the skin on the back of my hands as our fingers interlock and I hear her groan as she feels mine dig into hers in the same manner. Our hands latched, we pull our bodies together. We are on our sides, kicking each other's shins. Soon we are both whimpering and cursing each with every painful shot to our shins.

  Neither of us are under the impression that this technique will defeat the other woman. All I know is that if it hurts her, I'll do it. After a few more kicks, we both abandon it and begin trying to use our legs to gain control of our rival, pulling ourselves close until we are touching. Like two hateful snakes we writhe against each other's nude body, neither of us gaining the advantage. Nose to nose, we are locked in a naked stalemate. Our hands release and we quickly go after our rival's hair. My scalp is burning and the tears are flowing but I can see that she is suffering just as much.

  We slowly begin tumbling across the turf, back and forth we go like two drunk sorority girls at frat house jello wrestling party with the giggling replaced by tired screams of "bitch" and "cxnt". I grind my grip into Damini's hair and when I roll on top I begin slamming her head into the turf. If I can't get control, I'll just beat this bitch's ass until she's got nothing left. Once, twice, three times I drive her skull into the cold, hard earth and each time, I feel her weaken. As she does, I crawl up her body until I'm sitting on her chest.

  I grip her chin, my claws squeezing her cheeks until her face is a contorted mess and her lips are pursed. "Had enough ... you fucking bitch?!" I screech as I pin her arms next to her head and begin to edge my bare womanhood closer to her mouth. "Kiss it!.... do it now, slut!" I snarl, our eyes locked in a hateful stare.

  The dark haired whore shakes her head emphatically "No!... fuck... you....". I start trying to control her head with my thighs and begin rubbing my naked virtue against her face as she did to me minutes ago.

  "Fuckin'... kiss... my... ki-" my command is cut short as Damini sinks her teeth into the soft flesh of my inner thigh. I let out a wail and recoil off of her body, rolling across the grass, my hands massaging the bite that just missed my most intimate parts.

  It feels like the world has stopped spinning as we lie no more than ten feet apart, staring at each other, panting like wild animals. Without breaking eye contact, we get to our hands and knees. I feel the burning pain of her bite steering through my thigh and when Damini smirks and wipes her mouth, I see red.

  "You... fucking... brown... bitch!" I scream, losing it and scrambling towards her.

  "Fuck... you... white... cxnt!" Damini screeches as she rushes to meet me.

Once more we collide. We are on our knees going claw to claw. I rip at her, trying to cause as much pain as possible as my nails dig into her shoulders, neck and ass. Damini does the same. Oh God, it hurts.... so bad but there's no way I can quit. She can't beat me.... I'll die before that happens. I can hear both of us howling and sobbing.

  We keep fighting until we fall to the grass one more time. We quickly scramble to gain control and end up in a peculiar position- on our sides in some sort of weird, inverted bear hug with our faces staring at our foe's womanhood. I try seize this golden opportunity and go for head scissors. Unfortunately, just as I'm cinching the bitch's head between my thighs, I feel her legs tighten around my neck and jaw- we are now locked in a mutual headscissors!

  It's instantaneous as soon as our legs squeeze, both of us begin furiously tapping instinctively before we both, simultaneously, realize that it won't make the pain stop and begin clawing mercilessly at the other woman's legs and ass. The pain as her legs crush my jaw is incredible and I do my best to return the favor. Each of us are pulsing our legs, hoping the next flex will finish our opponent.

  We are both whimpering but neither of us will break. I go from trying to claw and pry her thighs from my neck to scratching and digging at her tits or clit, moments later I feel her reciprocate. The only thing I am fixated on is hurting this woman.... I just want to cause her pain until she stops hurting me. It's a war of attrition.

  Everything hurts. My entire body feels raw. Every squeeze of her thighs, every twist of my nipples, every nail digging into my pussy causes the voice in my head that wants to quit to get louder while the voice that says to keep going gets quieter. I can only hope she feels the same.

  Just keep fighting Kelli... she can't take much more. I tell myself, squeezing my legs as hard  as I can.

  Just make it stop.... there will be more fights. The voice answers as Damini's legs tighten and my head feels like it's going to pop.

  No! She. Is. Not. Better. Than. Me.

  Shit.... it hurts.... she's going to kill me.

  Fuck her! I am not giving up. I'll rip her fucking clit off!

  Oh God! Her nails hurt. I can't have scars on my tits. This is insane. This is stupid. I can't take any more. Can she? Someone has to break.

  "Fucking stop! No more.... I'll kiss it.... just fucking stop..." The pressure around my neck ceases, her claws release my private parts. Instantaneously, I relax my grip on her. It's over.

  We break apart for a moment, both of us still sobbing, and we breath freely for the first time in what feels like forever. I summon the last of my strength and crawl on to Damini's chest. I pin the brown skinned woman's hands to the ground, place my shins over her shoulders and shimmy my bare pussy to within a couple of inches of her mouth.

  "Do it.... kiss my kitty and it's done...." My opponent closes her dark eyes and tries to look away. I give my thighs a slight squeeze and force her face towards mine. "Fucking look... at me... Damini!" I command.

The once proud warrior lets out a sigh and opens her brown eyes. Her eyes are red from the crying but so are mine. Her mascara, or what's left of it, is smeared all over her face. But, again, so is mine. This final battle was brutal and took everything from both of us, but there is a remaining difference in our eyes. Hers are submissive, the eyes of a conquered woman. Mine still have fire in them, even if just an ember. My eyes are those of a triumphant woman.

  Unblinkingly, we stare at each other for several seconds. I don't have to say it... or force it... or even threaten her. She knows what she has to do. She lifts her head and moves slowly towards my naked womanhood. I feel her warm, wet breath on my most private of body parts as she pauses for just a beat before I feel her soft lips press against me- kissing my kitty!  The gong sounds, sending vibrations through my entire body as I collapse into an exhausted heap next to my defeated rival. I am victorious.

  I'm still in bit of a haze as the two creepy twins latch onto Damini.  Each one grabs an ankle and they haul a completely passive Damini to an empty rack. I make it to a seated position as they begin lashing the final loser to her post. I'm cognizant that I am bare ass naked in front of several women at a tree farm, but I'm just too tired to care and don't even cover up as the two woman go about their business.

  As soon as they have Damini displayed on the rack, Sandy walks over and sounds the gong three times. This wild brawl is officially over. Carol walks onto the battlefield and retrieves what's left of the older Doshi's black thong. She delivers them to my bench next to Agnes's. Finally, I decide to get up and get dressed as best I can.

  Now that the temperature has dropped with the sun and the adrenaline has left my body, I find it hard to even walk to my bench and get my stuff. The twins watch me patiently. "I'm sorry.... I'll try to hurry..." I say, feeling some weird guilt as it seems everyone is waiting on- or at least, watching me.

  "No problem, ma'am... we're on overtime." Sandy chirps with an amused smile.

  It takes twice as long as it should, but I do get myself dressed... minus my poor, destroyed underwear. I look around and see that Advika, Agnes and Damini as still lashed to the racks. "How long do they stay like that?" I ask.

  "House rules state that we free them a half hour after the winner leaves....unless you want us untie them now," Carol answers.

  I allow a slight smile to form on my lips. The losers already look miserable and the temperature is still dropping. Oh well. Not my problem. "Nah.... rules are rules, right?"

  I gather all of my things- trophies included and walk by all three of the women, taking one last look at the casualties of this war and am more thankful than ever that I am not among them. I try to look as strong as possible as I make my exit but as soon as I am out of sight, my pace slows to a crawl as I limp back to my jeep. Everything hurts. The cuts, scrapes and scratches are burning. Every muscle either is bruised, aching or cramping. I'm nearly in tears by the time I get to the parking lot.

  I'm going to need help. I can't drive in this condition. Earlier, I let Jake know that I was going to be in a match, but I bet he has to be worried since it's been so long. My first text is to him, telling him I'm alive. I know he has the kid and there's no way I'm going to let her see me like this, so my next call is to Kiva.

  "Hey.... I hate to bother you.... but, can you drive me home?.... and do you still have any of that ointment?" I say with a little chuckle. I know it's her nature to worry about injuries and such. Hopefully the laugh will put her somewhat at ease.

  Nope. "Kelli... Of course, I can help...are you ok? Seriously....was it a fight?... did you win?... it doesn't matter... I'm on my way. Sit tight."  I can hear my friend going in to nurse mode. As I sit in my jeep and my body stiffens with with every passing minute, I'm glad I called her. If she does want to check me out, I'm not going to stop her.

  "Yes... I'm fine... well, I'm hurting pretty good but I don't think it's serious.... and yes it was a fight... er... more of a brawl...I'll tell you all about it when you get here... thanks, sis." I lean back in my seat and try to get comfortable while I wait for Kiva. I feel nearly as bad for bothering her as I do from the punishment I received during the fight. I know she is going through some stuff and taking care of me is probably the last thing she needs added to her plate, but there are few people who I can trust in this particular situation.

  It feels like an eternity as I wait but it probably less than ten minutes before I see a pair of headlights turn into the parking lot. I recognize Kiva's car and finally am able to breathe a sigh of relief. I see the blue eyed nurse's look of concern as she first sees my face through the window. I know I look like I've been through hell... I feel like it, too, but I can't keep from smiling- I have quite a story to tell and Kiva is one of the few people who will actually appreciate it. I don't know when or where my next adventure will be and I don't really care. Right now I just want to enjoy this one.... and take a bubble bath.

[papillon]

Kelli, I hope these Doshis really are the ruthless, cut-throat bitches you say they are because I’m just loving watching you dismantle them, one by one: it reminds me of that card game Happy Families where you have four cards in each set (Mr Bun, the baker; Mrs Bun, the baker’s wife; Master Bun, the baker’s son; and Miss Bun, the baker’s daughter; then Mr Pots, the painter, Mrs Pots, the painter’s wife, Master Pots, the painter’s son etc.) and you have to collect the whole set, only you’ve ditched the males – excellent idea! – and added a generation, so we have Ishita Doshi, the realtor; Uma Doshi, the realtor’s daughter; Damini Doshi, the realtor’s foul-mouthed other daughter; and Advika Doshi, the realtor’s grand-daughter.
By my calculations, you’re halfway there. I thought, when you took down the matriarch in the mud and left not only her but her two daughters in tears that the rest of the clan would fall like dominos, but Damini really gave it everything she’d got – all that fierce family pride, her fighting spirit, her arrogance, her hatred – and you took it all!
For Damini, it’s a long journey: from millionaire real estate mogul in a green blouse and black skirt who greets you with the words “You dumb fucking blonde idiot” to a crying, battered, physically and emotionally exhausted wreck, strung up buck-naked on a rack with the other losers, in front of her conqueror, two other witnesses, and the whole Catpin Community following the event on their Mac Pros with their 28-Core, 2.5GHz Intel Xeon W processors, their Radeon Pro 580X graphics and their Afterburner accelerator cards.
The moment when she breaks, (and in front of her own niece!), when she lifts her head of her own volition and plants those luscious ruby lips of hers on your proud pussy is s-o-o sweet!
I expect it was a rather fun moment for you too.