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The Ruin of an Enemy

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Offline bcw8

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The Ruin of an Enemy
« on: March 19, 2021, 04:57:50 PM »
A walkthrough is staged, an hour before. 
 
So the two women may see the layout, the space, the furniture.  The potential weapons.
 
So the highest-paying spectators have the earliest look at them. To see their beauty, and their bodies, and their body language.  To place their bets, while sipping champagne and nibbling canapes.
 
It is theater, in large part.  A tension-builder.  An opportunity for the audience to imagine, concretely, what is to come.
 
Tonight, there is a beautiful Caucasian, with auburn hair and a spray of fetching freckles on her skin.  Her name is Becca.  And there is a gorgeous Latina, jet-black hair and flawless olive-cocoa skin.  Her name is Serena.  For now, they are dressed in sleek mini-dresses.
 
They take in the room, but their eyes are drawn together, again and again.  Their gazes are coldly intense; their lithe bodies tense.  They are kept apart.  This is theater, yes; but also necessary.  They are not strangers.  Their hatred is not staged.
 
They are ushered out, to opposite waiting rooms, both looking back.  Each eye in the audience flicks to the time.  Forty-five minutes until they return. 
 
Their terms tonight are simple.  No limits.  The cash reward is winner-takes-all.
 
The personal reward is the resolution of a rivalry.  The ruin of an enemy. 

That is worth so much more.



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Offline tr0tz

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Re: The Ruin of an Enemy
« Reply #1 on: March 19, 2021, 09:52:26 PM »
Welcome back, bcw8!!!!

Becca, Serena - can't wait to see them tear each other apart.

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Re: The Ruin of an Enemy
« Reply #2 on: March 20, 2021, 02:39:49 PM »
I've missed you're  writing.
Welcome back.
Viciously Delicious, and Savagely fun.

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Re: The Ruin of an Enemy
« Reply #3 on: March 22, 2021, 12:19:58 PM »
Their path here, to this club, this night, had been one of both chance and design.  Their first clash had been in college, in the basement of a fraternity house, a beer-soaked, screaming, hair-pulling affair.  There was no real resolution, no clear winner.  It left a taste. 
 
Their second was provoked.  Serena really only cared that the man involved was Becca’s boyfriend.  He was a useful tool, a pry bar of sorts.  A well-timed whisper from an intermediate led Becca to their love nest. Serena smiled at her with cum on her lips, then launched a savage catfight. He grew hard again as she beat the redhead.  Beat her badly.  Serena took his cock again as her prize as she knelt across Becca’s face.   The taste was deep, now.  Into their core. 
 
The third time was Becca’s revenge.  A challenge, that Serena sneeringly accepted.  A private affair.  A brutal war, an escalation well beyond either previous clashes.  This time, the Latina beauty lost.  Becca was left with only two regrets: that there were no witnesses to admire her work, and that Serena spent only one night in the hospital.
 
Their taste was now a shared hunger.  A compulsion.  A need that both knew would burn out of control once unleashed.  And so, they chose this club.  Not for any control it offered; oh no, quite the contrary - for the freedom it provided.  Its savage reputation lured them, a siren song of a lawless place where they could lose themselves in their hate.  Its wealthy sponsors insured no police, nofor bloodshed.  And in return, all it asked was that they stage their erotic showdown for the delight of the paying clientele. This only thrilled the young enemies more.
 
In their separate rooms, they undressed, their bodies coiled with heat.  They emptied their minds, each keeping only dark images of her foe to nurture.  Slowly, they paced their rooms on stiletto heels, mentally opening the cages that confined the cats in their souls, their violent impulses. For the waiting audience, the time passed quickly.  For Serena and Becca, each minute was torment, slow-ticking seconds to be counted.




 
A knock on each door, at the end of eternity. Their handlers led them back to the main room.  This second sight of each other, stripped and glowing already with perspiration, sent them to a trembling stage of adrenaline overload, a primitive biology of fight or flight but with flight not possible.  The crowd had swelled, watchers lining every wall. 
 
A final conceit of their sponsor - they were brought together, arms pinned back, for a long face-off.  Brown eyes and green stared into their depths without flinching. Their taut bellies brushed, their breasts melded, solid weight compressed with the stones of their nipples buried alive together in embrace.  The crowd fell silent, until only the two women’s breath was heard. 



Becca made a small, involuntary sound of suppressed fury. 
 
Serena spat in her face. 
 
The handlers withdrew. 

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Re: The Ruin of an Enemy
« Reply #4 on: March 24, 2021, 11:32:15 AM »
YAYYY!!! BCW is back! And with a fantastic build up, that’s leading into what looks like an epic fight. Stoked to see how this develops,

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Re: The Ruin of an Enemy
« Reply #5 on: March 28, 2021, 12:47:24 PM »
Their clash was urgent - explosive.  So much was pent up within them, for so long. There was no posturing, no circling, no hissing.  There was hate, boiling out of them, driving their fists and their knees. They stood in place, no thought of evasion or defense, and beat each other. Serena left livid welts on Becca’s paler skin but the redhead hurt the Latina wildcat in return. She gutted her with a brutal knee in her ovaries that drew gasps from the less-experienced spectators and murmurs of admiration from the familiar faces.
 




But true enemies know each other.  They’ve dwelt on details.  They’ve learned weaknesses.  They’ve obsessed on armor chinks, the places to attack, the cracks to open until everything is exposed.
 
Serena accepted pain, in order to attack Becca’s breasts. She took fists, endured claws.  She didn’t waver. She knew Becca. She knew how she wanted Becca to suffer. Her vengeance was single-minded, focused on the white woman’s swaying breasts.  And oh, how she punished her, her screaming rival. Brown fingers and painted nails.  Savage biting that forced the weaker watchers to turn away.  Fists, with force and angles that tore at the delicate inner structure of Becca’s bust.




 
Destroy Becca, as a woman.  That was Serena’s dream, her lust, her drive.  Make her cringe in pain at a man’s touch. Ruin her beautiful symmetry, turn her into a misshapen parody. Rob her of ever nursing a child. Ruin her.

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Re: The Ruin of an Enemy
« Reply #6 on: March 29, 2021, 04:43:08 PM »
Well, I’m officially rooting for Serena now. Seems like the more sadistic of the two. Can’t wait for the next chapter!

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Re: The Ruin of an Enemy
« Reply #7 on: March 29, 2021, 04:46:31 PM »
Fantastic

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Re: The Ruin of an Enemy
« Reply #8 on: March 30, 2021, 02:50:25 PM »
Well, I’m officially rooting for Serena now. Seems like the more sadistic of the two. Can’t wait for the next chapter!
Never underestimate a redhead

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« Reply #9 on: March 30, 2021, 05:18:52 PM »
But hate had twisted Becca into an animal as well.  She took everything that Serena poured over her, until she was bowed and bloodied.  She still fought back, a snarling wildcat.  She endured, and attacked.  It was a war, nothing less.
 


Becca beat the brown woman to the floor, a fusillade of fists into Serena’s face.   She pulled Serena’s spine into an exaggerated arc, flashbulbs of pain exploding along the curve.  She tore at her tits like a demon, as if she had absorbed her rival’s fury and now turned it back on her. An eye for an eye, recast as a nipple for a nipple.


 
Becca bent one long leg until Serena’s hip cramped in agony, until her hamstrings and ligaments shrieked like over-tightened violin strings, an instrument tuned by a lunatic.
 
That pain paled in comparison to the claw she sank into Serena’s pussy once she split her, a savage violation Serena was forced to suffer with a knee on her throat, constricting her screams into strangled sobs.



Becca tried her level best to break Serena’s arm.  She choked her as she wrenched it into a contortionist’s nightmare, into a wounded bird’s wing shattered by a predator.
 
Enemies go to war, and leave Civilization behind.  In this club, there was no longer any pretense of spectacle to please an audience.  There was only total war between the two, clashing again and again like sword on sword.  A savage spiral, downward toward ruin.

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Re: The Ruin of an Enemy
« Reply #10 on: March 30, 2021, 08:35:58 PM »
Excellent sketch work!!  Love the pussy clawing!!

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Re: The Ruin of an Enemy
« Reply #11 on: April 08, 2021, 12:15:12 PM »
The two women had no thought of escape or surrender.  Their minds were bent entirely to destruction, to the point that only their base drives could be said to be functioning at all.  They tore and twisted, slashed and stabbed.
 
Serena drove her fist into Becca’s belly, targeting her ovaries, instinctively understanding the cramping agony, the brutal blinding pain it caused.  She bent the blonde woman over the couch back, keeping her in place with a claw set in her bruised and slashed breast, trying to break her with a foot on her throat, her stiletto like a dull knife. 
 
Becca attacked Serena’s pussy again. The screams she ripped from the Latina fed her fury.  More. She wanted more. She tore Serena’s thong away, and sawed it into her mouth, distorting her screams, her cries that began to fade. And the diminishment fueled Becca even more.
 
The pendulum of violence settled now, favoring one woman. Becca. She grew as Serena shriveled.  Her fists took a savage toll on her brown-skinned rival. Repayment for every insult, but more than repayment, more than revenge.  This was about breaking Serena completely, about setting beyond any doubt who was the better woman. 
 
The less-hardened spectators looked away.  The crueler ones cheered Becca on. 









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Re: The Ruin of an Enemy
« Reply #12 on: April 08, 2021, 10:32:55 PM »
Excellent work

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Re: The Ruin of an Enemy
« Reply #13 on: April 10, 2021, 01:26:58 PM »
The owner of the club stepped forward at last, and raised Becca’s arm as the winner, her fist clutching Serena’s thong, one trophy for the night.  The brunette was unconscious, on her knees, held up by Becca’s leg and grip in her hair.  Her nude body was shattered and slashed.  Her once-beautiful face was swollen and bloody.  There was no question as to who was the better woman tonight.  No doubt which enemy had won this war. 
 
But remember Becca’s regret. She was determined, this time, that no olive-skinned Phoenix would be left to rise from ashes.  She was granted ten minutes. 
 
Serena survived, of course. It was not that level of madness, and even Becca did not wish her dead.  Just the opposite. Becca wanted her to live for decades to come with memories and mirrors reminding her of who she once was, before she made an enemy for life. Even the cruel customers winced as Becca attacked …
 
She left beauty in ruins.



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Re: The Ruin of an Enemy
« Reply #14 on: April 10, 2021, 01:31:59 PM »
It’s the only way to rid yourself of a true enemy...total domination! As always, fabulous sketches and story!