Catfight in the Lake
It was a normal summer morning down by the lakeside in the small Mediterranean village. The women of the village were going about their daily chores, casually gossiping while bathing and cleaning their clothes on the rocks by the lake. A sudden quite fell over the group as a beautiful woman walked down the path barefoot towards the lake carrying a pile of dirty clothes. She was a stunning young woman of 22, much younger than most of the other woman who were mostly middle-aged. Her long black hair flowed freely behind her and her low-cut dress revealed her abundant cleavage, which had helped earn her reputation. But it was not just her reputation that caused the other women to be silent; indeed many of the other women in that lake had been guilty of an indecent reputation in their youth. While it was frowned upon, the close-knit female community of the small fishing village knew only too well that sometimes it was necessary to play dirty to win a husband. The reason the crowd was stunned was because of the events of the previous day. The entire village knew that this gorgeous 22 year-old had her eye on a married man back in the village. Both she and the bride-to-be had competed fiercely to win this man's attention, however as seductive as she was, she could not tempt her prize and the man and his blonde haired fiancée were recently married.
It did not end there. Much to the wife's dismay, the brunette temptress continued her flirtations into the marriage. The village was very European and like most European cultures of the time, the husband was permitted to flirt with mistresses. It was the wife's responsibility to hold onto her husband and deal with any threats. So last week the two ladies had a very heated and public confrontation in the village marketplace as the wife finally confronted her rival and ordered her to stay away from her husband. The mistress had challenged the wife to try and keep her husband in her own bed. A fracas ensued resulting in fists flying and barefeet kicking at each other that included dresses being torn off but finally several nearby men obeying village law refused to let the woman fight any longer and broke up their scuffle. That was a right reserved only for males. The mistress, her pride damaged at being publicly challenged, accosted the husband the next week at the local tavern and succeeded in luring him into her bed. The following day it was public knowledge.
The men of the village did not allow women to fight; however among the women of the village it was a different story. Throughout the village's history many a catfight had broken out over lovers and many of them had been duels to the death. When such fights happened they were never spoken of, only silently acknowledged. In those confrontations anything could and would happen. They were no holds barred contests. The fighters knew that these intense battles could be fatal so both women would do whatever they could to scar and maim their foe. Eye gouging, along with attacks to the breasts and vagina areas were common in hopes of rendering the competitor sexually inadequate. Even if someone were to prevail in the fatal catfight she would be scarred for life and many times permanently injured. When a death resulted the men of the village usually accepted the cover story of the loser suffering a tragic accident without a word. A convenient way to get a rival out of the way was to fight her in the lake, but those was a huge risk, because most women in the village had grown up around the lake and were excellent swimmers. Challenging someone in the lake meant you were desperate or at least very confident of your ability to fight in water. Still, it happened often among the females.
So when the mistress proudly walked down the lakeside today everyone knew what this meant. If she had any decency she would have remained low for a week to allow the wife to save face. Instead her flagrant public appearance in front of the wife was a clear taunt, a slap in the face and an insult that could not be ignored. The woman was calling other out and every single female at the lakeside knew this. The wife looked up at the sudden silence and followed the stares of the other woman to her rival. They saw each other simultaneously, dropped their bundles with a splash and began a slow, steady walk directly towards each other in the swallow part of the lake. The wife was about ten years older than the mistress and while not as naturally seductive, she had far more natural beauty and long flowing blonde hair. Both woman had been gifted with full and firm breasts however the mistress had slightly more so and she loved to flaunt it. She was tanned and a little taller and leaner than the wife. The wife was about 5-3 and around 140 lbs. She was strong looking, yet very feminine in every way. Her legs were her best feature. She was completely naked as was the custom when you washed your clothing and bathed in the lake. The mistress slowly removed her dress as she moved towards her rival.
Every woman had stopped now and all eyes were on the two beauties. Everyone knew what was about to happen. These two lovely ladies were going to catfight and in the end only one would be be left alive. Both shapely women were built well with strong arms and sturdy legs. The brunette's finger and toenails were long and sharp, while the blonde's nails were not. The brunette had more experience when it came to fighting, having been involved in numerous brawls over men, but this encounter would prove to be the fiercest. The blonde was not as experienced as her counterpart but showed no fear. Those who knew the younger female also knew she was a vicious fighter that showed no mercy. Would the less experienced woman be at a disadvantage because of that or would she do whatever it took to keep her man?
The two women were glaring at each other in silence and the crowd held its breath. Months of hostile feelings suddenly welled up inside each woman and they both attacked simultaneously. The silence suddenly turned to cheers and shouts as the crowd of looking women started to yell encouragement for their favorite combatant. It was an interesting sight; almost all the women were nude in many different shapes and sizes. Some women watched disinterestedly, some passionately and others turned away in disgust knowing full well what was about to happen. But it was tradition; when two village women coveted one man there was always only one way to settle it.
The calm water of the lake suddenly turned into a raging tumult as the two angry women collided. Two pairs of hands gripped long hair and pulled violently ripping out strands by the roots. They dragged each other around the shallows of the lake trying to trip each other up; their nails scratching deep into soft female scalps. The wife successfully slid her shapely, muscular leg behind her opponent's leg and pushed forward sending the mistress into the shallow water with a splash. Without hesitation she threw herself onto her opponent and thrust her hands around her throat, pushing the young slut's head underwater. The mistress panicked and with sheer feminine survival instinct she sprang to the surface. She reached up with both hands and scratched anything and everything she could like a desperate animal fighting for her life. The wife screamed in pain and is her opponent's long nails tore and ripped scratches over her ample breasts. Shocked, she involuntarily released her grip on the mistress' throat and tried to defend herself. Seizing the chance, the mistress pushed herself up out of the water with all of her might and shoved the wife off her.
Both of them now faced off again; the wife with scratches running over the breasts, her damp hair was torn and ruffled. The mistress was wet from head to toe, displaying her incredible full and pert breasts that no other woman in the village could compete with. Her chest was heaving as she fought to regain her breath. Water trickled over her face from her damp hair. Neither woman spoke. No words were necessary. All they wanted was to throw themselves against each other and rip each other apart tooth and nail.
Naked and wet, they circled each other and slowly began to close the gap between themselves. The wife attacked first with an open palm, her nails cut like claws as she ripped a gash into the mistress's cheek. Wasting no time the young temptress stepped in and gripped her enemy's already damaged left breast with one hand and with other scratched relentlessly at her beautiful face. The wife screamed in pain and attempted to retaliate, viciously scratching her rival's her prized breasts.
This was the most brutal part of the catfight; each woman trying to attack her enemy's most treasured and vulnerable assets. The wife cried out as she felt her beautiful features being ruined under the mistress's nails. The irresistible seductress gasped at the unbelievable pain searing through her breasts, knowing they would never fully recover from this awful battle. Neither woman would back down because this was the single most defining moment of their womanhood. A moment when they would prove to themselves, the village, and most importantly; to the young man at the center of the fight. He would accept the winner of this duel without question and no one else would dare to challenge the victor.
The mistress managed to get her older foe into a headlock. It looked like the fight might be turning towards the younger fighter's advantage. An intense struggle followed with punches connecting from both warriors. But the wife's face was taking a beating as blood flowed from her mouth and nose, dripping into the water. She grunted and moaned, trying desperately to break free from the hold. As they struggled in waist deep water, the brunette slowly began to force the blonde's head under the water. Unable to overcome the strength of her enemy, the wife changed tactics, clawing below the waist of the mistress in between her wide open legs, attacking her vulnerable womanhood. The brunette screamed in agony, her yell echoing across the water. The water turned a cloudy red as the blonde's nails had reached their intended target. Yet amazingly the mistress refused to release her captor, still holding her head underwater. She did use her free hand to try to frantically pull the attacking hand from her bleeding pussy. In a last ditch effort the drowning wife sank her teeth into the exposed right breast of her counterpart. Biting hard she found relief as the young brunette cried out again in horror and this time released the headlock and attempted to push away her attacker. Blood poured from the large wound as the mistress cried and cursed, holding her damaged mammary. Blood continued to seep from her wounded vagina. Both women were hurting from the blows. The wife's face was bruised and bleeding, her right eye was swelling shut and blood flowed from her nose and mouth down her chest into the water. Each female was breathing hard trying to catch their breath from the intense struggle. They continued to circle each other.
The two fighting vixens now found themselves in a deeper part of the lake with the waterline up to their bleeding breasts, but this did not stop them from trying to kill each other. Quite the opposite, as both women now realized the quickest way to win would be to drown her hated challenger. They gripped each other's wrists above their heads and struggled in the bloody water. Hair bedraggled, torsos riddled with scratch marks, bloody nipples erect and pressed into each other, they breathed curses into each other's faces that no one else would ever hear. They continued trying to push each other into the deep end of the lake and by doing so hoped to gain advantage, it was like a dance of death, for the woman who found herself in the deepest water would surely be in trouble. Grunting and moaning sounds came from both but the fatigued older blonde seemed to be holding her own against the younger brunette.
Suddenly both women gasped as they realized the floor of the lake was gone. During their fight they had pushed each other over a concealed edge and now the bottom of the lake was 20 feet deep feet. The surprise turned to panic and then desperation as both women simultaneously realized that the fight could not continue much longer. They could either break off the battle now and swim ashore or continue struggling, trying to drown each other and both surely sink beneath the surface.
Neither woman hesitated as both kicked towards each other, locking up in a final clinch. They grabbed hair and tits, scratched bloody trials across smooth backs. They tried to pull each other's heads under the surface. The other women on the lake's edge held their breath. There was a good friend of the mistress wringing her hands together as she quietly begged her to keep fighting. A friend of the wife looked on expectantly, trying to will her friend to scratch the young tramp to pieces. Astonishingly neither woman would go under-they were both good swimmers and still too strong. Determined to finish this, the mistress kicked out with her legs to try and stop the wife from treading water. The wife, feeling these assaults tried to do the same and moved closer to snare the young bitches' slender legs. They locked together in a deadly embrace clawing, tearing and biting above the water while below the water their legs battled and locked into each like a grapevine, stopping both of them from staying afloat. They were biting each other's neck and face as they sunk below the surface. Two streams of bubbles with a trail of blood were the only sign of them, along with the outline of entangled, flowing brunette and blonde hair sinking under the water.
The women on the lake's edge were now all deadly quiet. Everyone was watching the two streams of bubbles wondering whom, if anyone was going to surface. An eternity seems to pass. No one could see the underwater battle raging below the surface, but everyone knew a terrible fight was happening underwater. No one knew which female fighter was stronger and could hold out longer. No one could imagine the agony of the contest as each girl desperately tried to outlast her hated enemy. Each girl was an excellent swimmer but could the older outlast the younger in this death-fight down under? What would it take to defeat another female underwater? Would both end up in a watery grave? In the past that very thing had happened. One woman would finally prevail in the underwater catfight only to be down too deep and too exhausted to make it back up for air. In fact, in one fight several years before in this lake, a woman drowned her rival, and came up for air, only to have to fight yet another contender waiting for her to surface. She was too tired and injured to overcome the threat and was quickly dragged under and drowned. The women were ruthless here and few trusted anyone.
All of the women grew up in this fishing village and most became very good swimmers so being underwater for a long period of time was not a big surprise with a fight but this was much longer than expected. Now slowly the bubbles ceased and then without warning there was a large explosion of air bubbles breaking the surface-then nothing. Seconds dragged by like hours and spectators began to think that the two fighting hellcats had killed each other. Then someone cried out and pointed towards a scratched and bleeding young woman who broke the surface and crawled her way up the side of the lake. Blood was flowing from scratches and bites on her neck and another bite mark on her shoulder. There were deep scratches marring her beautiful face and her breasts had been mauled and savaged by a wild predator. But this sexy young temptress had won the final battle underwater. The mistress was alive and the wife had tragically lost the underwater test, unable to outlast her hated antagonist.
Many months later the young brunette talked about the terrible fight. Once they were locked up underwater each girl attacked their rival's stomach area, trying to force the air supply from their foe. But the brunette changed tactics and gouged the blonde's eyes. The agonizing pain was enough to cause the blonde to cry out, releasing precious air from her weary lungs. The blonde also panicked because she was blinded and unable to determine where her enemy was and what direction to swim for the surface. The mistress watched as her confused victim thrashed about in terror, blood pouring from her damaged eye sockets. She soon released her remaining air and slowly stopped her movements, her body gradually sinking down. The victorious vixen struggled to swim to the surface, barely making it herself. She attributed her victory to the advice of a female friend who told her that whenever possible, attack the eyes of your enemy, even if underwater.
Ironically years later the same brunette would be in another fierce fight but this time her heavier rival would pin her to the ground and drive her thumb nails into her flirtatious eyes, leaving her blinded for life.
The end
