[linftr]

It was a shock that I was contacted by the Casino’s attorney, after all, I owed them no money.  She simply stated that the casino had been contacted by a video company that had seen security cam footage of a nasty brawl (well two brawls) of myself and this foul tramp Vanessa  at their establishment, and an offer was going to be made to film a conclusive fight between us.  I soaked up the details like a sponge, learning that the Alpha-tit video company had discovered a market for mature catfights, and wanted to film them beautifully, and needed to make sure that the scraps would be real.  There would be no doubt that Vanessa and I hated each other enough, to fight and I nervously viewed the contract and release before signing.

The two of us would be set up in a suite, be interviewed, provided with flimsy lingerie and heels, and with only a camera crew watching, fight till the winner was satisfied.  At special moments in the match, the crew could call for a pause, to take close ups and stills, before allowing us to get on with it.  It was intended to be a catfight, no choking or bone snapping, but the company clearly wanted violent action.  The disclaimers were a mile long, and stated agreement to accept scratches, bruises, contusions, hair loss… basically anything.  Beyond pride, we would be amply rewarded, or at least the winner would be.  The loser would get expenses and a paltry thousand dollars, and perhaps be a commentator on future fights.

After impulsively agreeing, two weeks later, I was surveying the suite, and the very, very revealing outfit I had to wear.  Crotchless panties with matching garterbelt and fishnets, and a low cut lace bra with shamrocks on it, with everything in a garish Kelly green, and tottering about in green heels.  Complimenting me on my appearance, the crew said Vanessa was in the other half of the suite and would enter after the pre fight interview.
“We understand you had two catfights here with your foe Vanessa, and you are seeking revenge”.  My face flushed red, I could feel it, as thy brought up our almost tied matches, and acted like they were big triumphs for that Italian whore.  Replying like a lady, I informed them that the world would see who was the better woman in an hour or so.  “Any thoughts about what you will target Linda?”.  Not hesitating, I replied I’ll start with those sagging breasts of hers, and will carve them till she squeals.  A half hearted  ‘good luck’ from them, and I waited, as they were obviously interviewing Vanessa out of earshot. 

I heard the door handle turn, and looked, and hissed out a breath as that bitch entered.

[Vanessa]

I sat in shock as the casino attorney and I discussed the contract in front of me. “You mean this company, The Alpha-tit Production Company, will pay me to fight the whore Linda again. Here. At the casino. Oh hell yes!” I breath. After going over the contract and all of the waivers and release I happily sign and watch as the attorney witnesses the signing. “ I cannot wait” I squeal happily.

Two weeks later finds me in the large suite that has been converted into the set for our upcoming fight. I am dressed in the midnight blue with red accents crotchless panties, the matching bra decorated with red Celtic sigils. The midnight blue nylons and black garterbelt and black heels completing the ensemble as I am being interviewed pre-fight. The host quietly comments that the video footage he viewed of the 2 previous fights between us were awe inspiring and that my opponent Linda was looking for a bit of revenge. Did I have any comments before we were released to start our conflict. I smile and take a breath. “Yes there is a few things I would like to say.” Looking directly into the camera I smile. “Linda. I do hope you get to see this before we start. You know that I have bested you three times. All in a long protracted all out war. We both left the scene in a much worse state than when we started, and I am sure this time will be no different. However, the real difference will be that this time...” I step closer to the camera...” this time I will leave you with none of that stringy mop you call hair left, your bush will be non-existent, those saggy bags you seem to think are so wonderful will be reduced to nothing more than a pair of shredded cow udders. And, you will never want to tangle with me again. I would have done this for free you skank, but will so enjoy taking the money from our benefactor after I emerge victorious. Be ready whore. I’m coming.....and Hell is coming with me.”
With the pre fight interview over, the cameraman looks on in awe. He stops recording and with a huge grin on his face and bulge in his slacks directs me to the door. The door where you are waiting on the other side.
I walk over, open the large door to the main part of the suite and walk in. There you stand. A sneer on your face as I walk over to stand directly in front of you.
“Linda. I am surprised you have the tits to go through with this. I am so ready. Are you?” I ask as we glare eye to eye. The producer says some words that I don’t catch I am so focused upon you. He then exits and the cameramen move back, giving us plenty of room to begin.
“Anytime slut. Let’s finish this.”

[linftr]

All sorts of emotions and expressions run through me, as this vision of sluttishness enters the ‘arena’ and I see and hear Vanessa with her annoying chatter stride in and up to me. I hear her taunt me, and can only imagine what sort of lies and nonsense she spewed in her pre fight interview, but sometimes the classic response is the best.  I haul off and wing a full slap with my right hand at her piggish face, feeling the burn on my palm, and as she wallows in surprise, I inform her that she will regret ever agreeing to this combat.

“Oh, and because I am sure you were too foolish to read everything in the contract, I am going to get the bonus for ripping your top off first for starters !” and reach in to grab that ludicrous looking hooter holder of hers.  There is nothing better in bringing up morale and feeling self confident, then taking it to a bitch.  “Hey gang, make sure you get this first photo op” as I lunge in for that top.

All the while, I make sure that all who will watch are hearing how you were a lucky, sneaking low account tramp in our other fights, but that I am willing to sink to your level to give you what you deserve. A quick glance to the side shows the camera crew intently following the action.

[Vanessa]

I don’t even have time to take a breath before my cheek is on fire from the sneaky way you start our fight. The slap turns my head hard, my long hair flying around when it does. Thinking to myself “that fucking” and I scream out the last word “Bitch!”
I turn back around, hearing you taunt the you are going to get the bonus for removing my top first. As my eyes lock on you, time seems to slow down. Your hands reaching out to grasp my lace bra that is barely encasing my 38dd tits...your head turned towards the cameramen...your mouth open as you make your so called witty remark. As things snap back into focus and you turn your head to look where your hands are supposed to be going, your eyes widen in shock as my palm cracks hard against the side of your face. As your head is spun to the side you hear me yell at you...” stupid fucking cow. First rule, never look away from your opponent!” as my hands latch onto your bra cups and yank hard right up into your face, setting your heavy tits to swaying in front of the camera. My hand smacks up into your chin from the hard yank I have given your bra. A two for one. Set your tits free and bare and at the same time uppercut your chin, causing you to take a step backwards.
“Now that is a photo op boys” I shout to the guys filming us, never taking my eyes off of you.

[linftr]

As my hands seek your bra, and my eyes focus on your rack, out of no where comes both your whining voice and a  wicked slap  OOOOOOooo and my hair flies, the carefully arranged ‘do’ unraveling as I wobble sideways, only to be stopped in mid motion by a violent upward tug and a whap on my chin.   Yet another grunt from me as I teeter on my heels, and as my eyes clear, see you flinging away my bra and the camera pointing at me! 

“Just a sec  gals, lets get this just right:” as I rub my chin and set my legs, while they focus and capture my bare boobs in all their glory.   Me smoldering as you are happily remarking on my tits, while I hiss out that I’ll be milking blood from yours .  “Action” and indeed there is, as I fling my foot up, hoping that this focus on breasts allows me to punt you where it counts.

I don’t feel a solid hit, but there is a snagging sound, and I see you shudder.  Good enough! And I lean in and push at your shoulders, wanting to send you sprawling back on your fleshy ass.  Following you as you stagger, I debate slapping or kneeing, but decide to go for your still covered tits.  I’ll get the bonus for unveiling that cxnt later !

[Vanessa]

Even though I follow my own advice and keep my eyes on you, after the photos anc the cameraman yells action I am not prepared for your swift kick. I barely have time to shift to the side. I manage to keep the point of your ugly green heels from colliding with my pussy. Instead it snags the lace of my panties and rips them half off of me. I feel your hands shove me and I try in vain to catch myself. All I succeed in doing is to land flat on my ass.....with your hands coming down and licking onto my tits. A loud thud is heard at the same time I grunt in pain as the breath is forced out of me.
Instinct kicks in as my legs fly up and wrap around your waist. My chest trying to rise as I suck in some much needed air. Your nails clamped down on my tits as you rake them in a hard tough downwards motion. “YOU....FUCKING....SOW!” I yell. I squeeze my thighs head around your lower ribs, trying to force the breath from you. My hands reach up and I latch onto your swinging tits, hanging down in front of my face. “Come here whore” I gasp as my teeth click together just a hairs breadth away from them.
I hear you making your own grunts and groans as I tighten and then loosen then tighten my thighs over and over.

[linftr]

She’s down! my eyes flash with excitement, as she is wallowing around, flashing her pussy, through her torn panties.  Latching onto her tits, I feel those  jelly like tits through her top, as I squeeze and twist, the fabric hardly resisting.  My sweet white buns gleefully wriggling as I bend over, but I feel a python  squeezing.  What the hell, her legs are clamping on my flanks,  I scrape my nails on them , raking her legs, causing runs and welts, but a succession of pulses  from the bitches legs have me squirming.

As I try to pry her legs off, she latches onto my dangling boobs and hauls.   I screech, my tits distending as she tries to bite them.  “You filthy cock sucking whore, don’t you dare”.  My eyes widen at the wicked threat from her fangs.

Fortunately, as we are locked in this struggle, I am able to shift one foot forward and plant my sole on her mound, and start to grind.  It’s her turn to have wide open eyes, and I get ready  to shift my heel there when her legs pop open.

[Vanessa]

Frustrated that I didn’t get to chew on your saggy bags I strain even more, squeezing my thighs around your waist. “Oohhh. cxnt! You want to claw then let’s claw” I hiss as you rake your nails across my thighs. As I loosen my grip a bit I feel you squirm your way loose like the pig you are. “Uugghhh” I gasp as your foot finds its way between my legs. “Two can plant that way cow” I yell as I lay back. Grabbing the foot that isn’t trying to skewer my cxnt I slide my nylon clad leg between yours and shive my own heel up against the opening in your crotchless panties. The smack noise that is made as we both have the same idea of ramming the others cxnt with our foot can clearly be heard on the filming. Just as we both begin to grind each other’s bare pussy we hear the cameraman yell out to “hold that pose ladies....time for another photo op.”  Sweating and breathing through clenched teeth, a foot apiece rammed hard into the wet lips of the others gaping pussy, we freeze. The click click click if pictures being taken loud in the room.
Glaring at you I hiss “Fuck You cxnt. I Fucking Hate You!” Only to hear you utter the same sentiment back to me.
“Action!” is heard and we again pick up where we were. We shove each other so hard we push our foot free from the other’s grasp.
Latin g in our backs we both slowly rise to our knees. Shooting forward we get within arms width apart. Hands on our knees as we stare at each other”Cow..cxnt...Whore...Bitch” are the words we both say.
Taking a deep breath I lunge at you. My turn to crash into you, forcing you back and onto the the floor where we grab hold of each other’s hair and begin to yank pull.

[linftr]

That brief pause for the photos of our mutual pussy punishment was enough for me to hear your hoarse breathing and see your florid face.  “Next time you won’t escape , you sweaty sow”.  Rising up to our knee’s you lurch into me, and our perfume must be boiling off.  There is a heavy scent that I attribute to your oily skin and overheated state.  As you grab onto my hair, and push me on my back, I instinctively grab your hair back and start to roll.  On our sides,  our tits tangle, as I see you strain, my own nostrils quivering, as I gasp and struggle in rhythm with you.

We teeter, first me shifting you , then you rocking me on my hip.  All the while, strands of hair are wafting through the room, as I de thatch you, and feel my own scalp burning.  On our next ‘side to side’ wobble, when I start to lean over you, I lift my leg up and drop it down on your thigh, hopefully pounding you onto your back.

As you writhe, I look down to see if I can finish ripping off your panties, but instead, I wrench your head to the side and try to mount you.  Having your hair in my grip, my tits are safe from those teeth of yours this time!.

[Vanessa]

As you wrench my head to the side I feel my scalp burn. I can see hair from both of us stuck to our bodies as we are starting to sweat from the close in body on body fighting. I gasp as you give another tug and hear you breathing hard as well. “Fucking bitch” I mutter through clenched teeth. Not getting my head free from your claw like nails I take a page from your book.
I reach down and dig my nails into your ass cheek then rake my hand up from your ass across your back, leaving angry red welts as I do. I feel you stiffen in shock and pain but you keep hold of my hair. Reaching back I grip your ass in the same place and tear my nails across again. This time though I have hooked the thin lace of your green panties and hear them rip away as they are torn from your big sweaty ass.
The second time was enough for your grip to loosen, enough for me to tear my head free of your grasp, loosing a bit more hair in the process. As I collapse back you go to lean over me, trying to mount me. My leg comes up as you do, my foot catching you right dead in the cxnt as I lean back and shove you off to the side. We both roll apart, gasping for air. Hair wrecked, my head and scalp burning, knowing your ass has got to be feeling on fire from the large claw marks stretching across it and up into your lower back.
I get up into a sitting position, my back against the wall as you prop yourself up. Glaring at one another I hiss at you “ come on whore, we are just getting started.”

[linftr]

Our close encounter ends as I am shoved  indelicately by your foot and roll off you, and while rubbing my little twat , I glare at you as you recover propped against a wall.  “You missed you slut, I’ll remember you tried to stuff your foot into my snatch” as I clamber around on all fours to face you , and see hair all over the place.  What had been ringlets on me is hanging off center over my right eye, as I blow at it, and flip my head back.

My back is torn up, I must be gouged back there, and my ass was clawed.  I crawl forward and grab for your leg, wanting to tow you away from the wall and expose your pussy to my attacks.  As your leg tenses up and resist my tug, yanking back, I let go, and lurch forward, dipping my head low to bite!  I hear muttering from the camera crew  “Jeez, get this” even as my bottom is filling their view finder.

My hands pressing at your thighs to keep them open, I growl as I seek to maul you.  The heat is rising from your furry slit, and I burrow in like a heat seeking missile.

[Vanessa]

As you grab my leg and move to burrow your way in and bite down on my pussy I grab your head by the hair. “Oh fuck that you cow. If you want a biting battle you got it.” I hiss. I shove your head back forcing your body up on your knees. “It takes 2 to tango slut. Let’s dance” as I suddenly let go of your hair. You fall back in your ass from the sudden release of my hands. I lungs forward and we end up in a nasty 69 position. Hands gripping each other’s sweaty slick asses as we both burrow our heads in between the others thigh. We have tangled so many times in the past it’s almost as if we read each other’s mind as our mouths and teeth begin a biting war on the others womanhood. Muffled screeching and grunts of pain can instantly be heard and picked up by the cameras. Our bodies tensing at every bite. Our ass clenching as our nails dig in to keep each other pinned in place.
The cameramen are panting and gasping as we try and destroy one another.

[linftr]

Grrrrrrrr, I emit a feral growl as I meet your challenge, grunting out that I’ll be picking your pubes out of my teeth for a week.  My head goes side to side, trying to wedge your thighs open, while I try to clamp my thighs  together on your head and limit your movements.  I sure don’t want you gnawing on my precious pink petals or clit!

I wince as your teeth grate at me, pinching my uppermost thigh, while I snag a mouthful of your wooly brown pubes.   Ick!, spiting and coughing, I try i to find sensitive morsels.  I arch and squirm as I feel your nose and lips and teeth exploring, even as my nails pry apart what I can, leaving tracks on your bottom.  On top for a moment I try to snort up some fresh air, as I pray you don’t get real purchase with any of your nips.

My head dips down, I feel slick flesh, that’s it! And I press my chin down to splay your legs enough to shift my mouth down and take home a trophy!

[Vanessa]

I squeeze my thighs tight trying to keep your mouth and teeth at bay for as long as possible. This at the same time I am attempting to squirm my own down onto your labia....your curly bush....even your clit. My nails digging into your asscheeks as I do. I feel your hot breath on my wet slit and tense up even more.
Prying my nails hard into you I pry your ass cheeks apart and get my mouth a bit closer. What would normally be a hot sexual adventure between two mature women is an animalistic biting war between the two of us. At just the moment I finally get within biting distance I feel your mouth on me. We both freeze for an instant, hesitating before we begin a new level of violence. This is a place we have been before. Visions of the brutal vicious trail fight we had flashing through my head. Knowing full well how bad this going to hurt it is like we both hear a signal. The screech of pain is loud, coming from both of us as we each bite and gnaw in the others sex at the same time. Now it is a war of attrition. We can’t hear the cameramen as they yell for us to stop and hold the position. All we can hear....see....sense and taste is the lust to hurt one another. To. One out ahead. To prove who is the alpha woman, who is the baddest cxnt.

[linftr]

There is a recognition that our war is reaching new heights (or depths) as we bite, my teeth carving through your furry bush and grabbing your lips, even as your nails pry at my buns, and your mouth clamps on me.  I howl through closed jaws, afraid I would lose my bite if I openly yell, and I shudder over you, although I hear your shriek, as you re position your teeth from underneath.

I twist my head, wrenching your lips, they are thinner then mine, and they stretch, even though you nip hard and  it’s like being caught in a sharp vise.  I try to arch away, but am held fast, as I get a salty taste in my mouth.  Just another second, and I will own your womanhood, but an even sharper pain hits down low and I thump down and then up, lurching off you, my knees thudding on you and the rug as I break free.

I look between my dangling breasts, as I actually lick my lips like a lioness, and then send a hand downstairs to check things out.  I see that I cut your cxntlip, you look lopsided, a red and raw mark on the haggard thing, but I see my own hand comes back bloodied.  It hurts like hell , I have to see what she did, as I now notice the camera crew motioning and yelling something about a photo op. 

I crawl forward as I see you cringing, as they scan your tattered pussy, hearing their comments about what I did givng savage satisfaction, till the camera swings towards me, taking in my clawed up bottom, and bitten twat.  “Wow, look at that, what a sight” as the camera seems to linger on me, and they motion to me to stay still.

I hear a snicker from you, and wonder what is so fascinating, even as I remind you how I said I would bite yours off.