Kitty parties are meant to raise rupees and for everyone to have fun. These Delhi college girls, a bunch of snobby northerners, are betting on two willing rivals who are going to fight until only one is standing. This is the perfect kitty party. No boys and not interruptions. No parents to ask questions. It’s a kitty party after all.
The girls had shut all the lights and placed several large candles in the living room around large decorated rug. They sat on couches and pillows around the rug watching the Marathi slut Shruti and Gujrati bitch Divya circle each other.
Shruti wore a tight turquoise saree with matching choli and pallu with gold trimmings draped over her left shoulder. Divya wore a simple elaborate pink and black kurti and white kameez. They stared at each other with a mix of hate and nervousness. Both girls were mean stuck-up bitches but neither were actual fighters, and they really wanted to tear into each other.
“I will fuck you up randi!” Shruti yelled.
“Come and see fucking kutti!” Divya shout back. Enraged, Shruti made her move and walked up to Divya, hands raised ready to tear into her. Divya raised her hands too and the girls locked their fingers. Both struggled and stumbled left and right, back and forth and neither pushing the other back or gaining ground.
“Chutiya…” Shruti cursed and then reached for Divya’s hair. Divya pivoted on her hips and bent to the right, forcing Shruti to also bend to her side. Their hands still locked together. It was very hard for Shruti. Wearing a saree made it hard to move her legs.
“Come on hit her! Get her on the ground!” The girls yelled but neither girl was overpowering the other. Shruti managed to stand up straight and break her left hand from Divya’s and grabbed her hair.
“How’s does it feel huh bitch?” Shruti taunted as she yanked on her hair.
“Let go!” Divya yelled. She grabbed Shruti’s hand and pushed forward, her feet digging into the ground. Shruti was suddenly forced back a few steps before she found her footing, digging right heel into the rug. Shruti almost fell as she wore her saree tight.
“Aaaggh!” Shruti uttered as she tried to push Divya back and tugged on her hair. Divya let go of Shruti’s hand and also grabbed her hair. “Aagghh!” Shruti let out. “Fucking randi grabbing my fair!” Shruti responded by grabbing Divya’s hair with both of her hands and started thrashing her left and right. “Fucking bitch die die die!”
Divya was being hurt really badly as Shruti dragged her hair in all directions. Divya switched tactics to and grabbed Shruti wrists and dug her nails into them.
“Oww you bitch!” Shruti cried before she started pounding Divya’s head with her right hand.
The girls watched with amazement. They’ve seen others fight but always a professor, uncle or auntie comes in to break it up. This time there was no holding back. They cheered on as the two Delhi college girls struggled.
“When I am done you will have to cover your bloody face with that pallu and hide in shame!” Divya cursed as she gave Shruti back some swings to her face.
“Ahh!” Shruti yelled. “I will fucking kill you, you slut!” By now, both girls were sweating and their hair were in mess. Shruti then rushed forward trying to push Divya to the ground. Divya fell back and pulled Shruti in with her, both stepping off the rug onto wooden floor and sides crashing into the wall as the girls watching dodged aside. The crash was not light as both girls let out air from their lungs. Divya quickly turned and forced Shruti’s back into the wall before grabbing her throat and choking it.
“Kkkkkhhhhh” was all Shruti could leave out as Divya choked her hard with both hands. Shruti tried to pound Divya’s face but could not reach or land a hit. She started running her red nails down Divya’s arms hard, leaving red marks. Divya reeled and loosened her choke before Shruti reached in and landed a fist right on Divya’s cheek.
“Ouch!” The girls let out along with a pop sound. Divya covered her bruised cheek, turned around and tried to walk away but Shruti followed after her and grabbed her hair with both hands, spun her around and pushed Divya face first into the wall.
By now the girls were cheering. “Come on Shruti! Beat her up!” “Go Divya! End this whore’s life right now!” “Kick her ass!”
Shruti collapsed her whole body into Divya, grinding her face into the wall with both of hands. “No escape now whore!” Shruti cursed and laughed as the girls cheered. Shruti was high on power. She was a pampered bitch who enjoyed walking over others. Both girls were sweaty now, bare feet sticky on the hard floor. “Whose face is going to be bloody? Hm hm hm hm!” Shruti laughed.
Divya was not about to give up. She rammed her ass into Shruti’s pelvis. Shruti bent with an “ooou.” “Fucking bitch!” She yelled before she forced herself back onto Divya, who rammed her ass into Shruti even harder this time. Divya then pushed herself from the wall and backed into Shruti, sending them both crashing down back onto the rug. The two laid there for a brief moment before Divya got up first. Shruti took some time as she was wearing a saree. Divya gave no time, she rushed in and got Shruti in a headlock from the right.
“Aagkkk, chode…” Shruti let out before she grabbed Divya’s hair with her left hand. Shruti then turned to face Divya and grabbed her breasts with her right nails.
“FUCK!” Divya cried. Neither girls backed down. Shruti endured a hard choke again and Divya felt burns in her hair and sharp pain on her left breast.
“Hit her Divya!” A girl yelled. Instinctively, Divya balled her right fast and shot it into Shruti’s soft belly. For Indian girls, a soft cotton pot belly is the norm.
“OOOOUFFF!” Shruti let out as she let go of Divya and grabbed her belly with both her hands. Divya then pushed Shruti, forcing her to fall and crash onto the ground. “Oooooouuu.”
Divya ran in and pulled Shruti up by the hand before slamming another hard fist right into her stomach, her fist disappearing into Shruti’s pudgy midsection. Shruti immediately knelt down and belt over clutching her belly. No sound from her mouth this time. Divya started pounding Shruti’s back. Suddenly, Shruti reached up and sent a fist into Divya’s pussy.
“AAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWK!” Divya yelled before kneeling herself. “You fucking dirty randi!”
The girls were wild by now. They never seen fights like this before. “FUCK HER UP! COME ON GET UP! ONLY ONE CAN BE STANDING!”
The girls took some time before both standing up for a third bout. It is obvious both were spent with sweat patches on Divya’s kurti and Shruti’s saree. Divya held her pussy and Shruti rubbed her belly. The two approached each other again but Divya was faster, she ran into Shruti and grabbed her hair. Shruti did the same but found it hard to keep footing. She was stumbling from the pain in her stomach and found it hard to keep standing straight in a tight saree. She bent left and right.
Suddenly, Divya gabbed Shruti’s pallu and wrapped it around her throat, choking her.
“Gaaahkkhhhhh.” Shruti let out before slamming her first into Divya’s soft belly, winding her and forcing her to let go. If Shruti's belly is soft, so is Divya's.
“Ouuughfff. Ahaanff ahaanf ahaanf.” Both girls let out. Divya trying to gain back the air that was forced from her belly and Shruti after being choked.
The two girls stepped up for a fourth bout and locked hands and fingers again, trying to force other back. Shruti was struggling. Suddenly, Divya raised her knee and rammed it into Shruti’s stomach. “WOUUUUFF!” Shruti let out. She immediately doubled over but her hands were held hard by Divya and couldn’t clutch her stomach. Wearing a saree, Shruti had no means of kicking Divya back or blocking her kicks with her own legs. Divya had found a weakness to which Shruti had no counter. Not only was Shruti’s belly a ball of cotton hanging over her tight saree, there was nothing there to stop Divya. Divya brought up her legs and extended it, sending her feet straight into Shruti’s protruding potbelly, burying her feet from toes to heel into Shruti’s gut. “Ughh……………..” was all Shruti let out. Her eyes closed and saliva burst from her mouth. She was limp and her legs buckled. She fell forward but Divya did not let her drop.
“How does it taste now whore?” Divya taunted. She pulled Shruti straight again and raised her right knee. All the girls were speechless now. Divya sent a final right knee right up right at Shruti’s belly button, going straight up sandwiching pinning her stomach to her spine. Nothing came from Shruti this time and she dropped face flat onto the ground as Divya let go. Shruti immediately clutched her stomach and gasped desperately for air.
The kitty party a lot of rupees.
