CrimsonDesire vs. Ewa with Natalia War Kitten (as Referee) from FCF.
Sometimes an opportunity comes around that is too perfect. I don’t need a reason to fight Ewa. Let’s get that out of the way. Any place, any time, I’d be happy to pull that bitch’s hair out and paint a masterpiece of claw marks on her body for my pleasure and her pain. But the chance to fight Ewa with Natalia War Kitten as our prize… that is just a divine thought. And that’s what happened.
Welcome, everyone, to the International Erotic Catfighting League. Welcome to the future where catfighters are rockstars and the most beautiful women in the world would rather fight and play sadistic games than stand in front of a camera and fake smile. Welcome to the madness that is a “Fuck the Ref” match with Ewa and me fighting for Natty’s perfect body. Welcome, and enjoy.
Natalia – Natalia War Kitten
Tonight is THE big night, but I’m not really that thrilled. The final Grand Slam for 2088 Winter Season and probably the biggest PPV of the entire year tonight will pretty much determine the final standing on the Season leaderboard. Given that Grand Slam victories count for four, there are little chances that the few matches left to close the season will have enough impact to change the rankings. This season has been particularly exhilarating, and I can tell that everybody is excited to see who will come on top…. but although I’m booked to participate in the main event of the biggest night in the International Erotic Catfighting League year I’m not thrilled at ALL.
Actually, I’m quite annoyed, since my participation in the main event won’t be as a competitor but as the referee…. the referee in a match where my two most hated rivals will fight to claim the gold for the entire season…. and as if that wasn’t enough tonight’s PPV is the world infamous Fuck the Ref Grand Slam.. which means the winner gets to fuck the referee. So not only I’m going to have to be there to raise the hand of one of my nemesis, but I’m going to get fucked…and without even fighting.
The IECL loves those kinds of events and for a good reason… they are the ones that attract the most viewers. Even though IECL arenas are small, and only the richest folks can dream of paying to watch the fights live, the matches are streamed into the web and watched by millions of horny fans all over the world. I heard a few members of the staff saying that they expected this night to break the viewership record of last Season’s finale…. great.
This certainly has been one terrible season for me. My record wasn’t great from the start, but I was still holding my place among the top fighters… and then I had to face Ewa at the Sydney’s Tamers Invitational…and got my ass owned… completely… in a very one-sided battle. Being collared and fucked by Ewa after such a humiliating defeat was truly devastating and from there my season took a nose dive… and just when I started to get some wins and it seemed I could go back to the top rankings I had to face Kim in the Hair vs. Hair Grand Slam…. and I got my ass owned again.
As it is tradition, Kim let me decide if I wanted her to give me a haircut or shave my pubes… and although I ABSOLUTELY hate to have my pussy shaved I was not going to let her cut my hair. And with that defeat, my season was pretty much doomed… not even among the top 5 now….and not even getting a match in the last Grand Slam…or so I thought. But then the IECL made the decision to let the fans vote over the internet to select who the referees would be for the Fuck the Ref event…. and the assholes of the world decided to make me referee of the main event…Ewa vs. Kim.
I head to the dressing rooms since I’m a referee I don’t even get to have my private changing room and start to take off my clothes, groaning annoyed as I look down at my still completely bald pussy, I so want to kill those two. I ask one of the girls where are the referee uniforms, and she tells me there are no uniforms and we are wearing only body paint. I need a couple of minutes to calm myself because I really want to punch someone and then head to the backroom where a group of attendants is painting all the referees to wait to be painted as well.
Two girls come with nothing but black and white painting and tell me to put my hands on the back of my head holding my hair up and spread my legs a bit…and as I do they start painting what would seem to be the briefest of booty shorts, black with mock white laces on my crotch and then a striped “top”, open in the front with a “knot” right under my breasts. They tell me to stay still until the paint dries… but then another member of the staff enters the place yelling that the last match has ended earlier than expected and that I have to get to the arena right now.
And so, I enter the luxurious French club that serves as an arena for this Grand Slam. The place isn’t that big, but it sure is packed, probably two thousand people in a place for five hundred… there is barely any room to move, the ‘aisle’ that leads to the mats is barely six feet long, and I have to basically walk naked surrounded by the fans. The French fans are not very polite, but that isn’t surprising, I’m used to hearing all manner of catcalls whistles and obscene mockeries, even when wearing a lot more than what I’m wearing now. Heck, some fans even clap and cheer… that was kind of nice I guess. I enter the mats and move besides the announcer, standing there, hands on my hips as I wait for the two whores. There is a droplet of black paint running down my left inner thigh… and I guess the painting didn’t dry as it should…. or is it that I’m a bit wet?…
Kimberly – CrimsonDesire
The big night is finally here, and I couldn’t be more excited. Since I joined the IECL two girls, in particular, have been a fucking THORN in my side: Natalia and Ewa. Don’t get me wrong. Both girls are gorgeous, and their presence in the league and our rivalries have only driven ratings up and up, which has meant more viewers and greater contracts. But the extra money we’ve all made together doesn’t change the fact that when the fight starts, we’ve all done awful things to each other.
There’s a reason we all dislike each other. We’ve all earned it. We’ve all done stuff to each other, whether fucking or fighting, that’s tough to come back from and tough to just shake hands after. At least Natalia and I were on speaking terms until our Hair vs. Hair match which ended with me holding her down and shaving her delicious sex before shoving a strapon in her pussy and my tongue in her mouth. We’d at least been cordial and civil until then, although it doesn’t surprise me that she’s very pissed at me now. But that’s not how it is with that bitch Ewa. There was never a time that cxnt and I even pretended to get along. Not even for a moment.
That bitch and I are two and two, and it bugs me every day that I’m in a tie with that slut. I’ve been watching the rankings, watching her rack up win after win as I did the same. I even watched her win over Natalia at the Tamer’s Invitational. I thought for sure Natalia would take her, and I was all set to watch that Polish cxnt get paraded all over the arena on her hands and knees like the bitch I know she is.
But she didn’t, and instead, it was Natalia getting paraded around and fucked, and from that point on I knew we were on a collision course for Fuck the Ref, and there was no doubt in my mind about who the fans were going to choose to referee our fight. And ohhhh my goodness… my brain is spinning just imagining how wild, catty, sexual, and even dangerous it could get with all three of us in the ring together.
And of course, this was no ordinary match. Our fate was totally in Natalia’s hand. The tie breaker not coming down to us and our claws and slaps or our headlocks and scissors, but to points awarded to us by a woman whose pussy I shaved and whom Ewa walked her around with a collar before fucking her hard. And we have special attire for this fight. Not the bikinis or lingerie which the fan LOVE to see, but more clothing meant to extend the fight, since this fight has rounds, and we must fight for 30 minutes, and to give us more points as we slowly shred each other’s armor.
I check myself in the mirror. My short red hair is down and tucked back behind my ears. My red blouse is tucked into my black skirt with a slit on the side designed to show more leg, but in this case, its primary purpose is to make sure that my legs aren’t too constricted. Underneath I have on a black lace bra and thong that do their best to cover as much as possible while still showing off all the goods to fans who have paid top dollar to be here in person and all the thousands, maybe even millions, who have paid to stream this fight online. I stand there in my heels, with my black thigh high stockings with straps that connect to my black garter, and while I am lost in thought, I hear a knock at the door. “They’re ready.”
There are screams, catcalls, cheers, boos, and hands all over me as I push my way through the crowd to the mats. And as I make my way through, there’s Natalia and mmmmmmmm… naked, except for the body pain which does nothing to hide every one of her delicious curves. She snarls a bit as she sees me, and I flip her the middle finger as I step onto the mat and wait for Ewa.
But as I turn my back to her and face the entrance, knowing I’m a fool to ever turn my back on that Polish cxnt for even a second, I can’t help but smile at the wetness running down Natalia’s leg. She might hate us, but she’s not oblivious to the fact that the two hottest girls in the league are moments away from fighting for the right to fuck her incredible body.
“Ewa!! Ewa!!! A moment please!!!” — I hear the loud screechy obnoxious voice over the dozen or so reporters blocking my way into the building. I huff nervously as my two bodyguards create a barrier around me with their arms and bodies, but the reporters are too stubborn and making sure to slow us down enough that I end up standing in place, my long fur coat covering my body as the flashes of their cameras blast off my large shades.
“Ewa!! One question for the Inquirer please!!” — Huh?? The Inquirer?? I guess their subscriptions must have really plummeted to venture into this form of… ‘entertainment’… I still remember the righteous crusade they launched at the industry in the early 2040’s calling it smut, violence porn, and the sadist’s playground. So, I turn my head and smile, and point with my index finger at that particular reporter; “You… What’s your question?”
She grins and wrestles her way through the bodies just enough to reach with her microphone to few inches from my pursed lips and asks; “After four battles with Kimberly, and two heavy, heavy losses, the latest of which was just two months back, how do you value your chances?” — She’s lucky that my shades are covering my face because quite honestly, I was ready to melt her where she stands with my glare, but I just smile and tilt my head.
“You just said it, I beat the bitch twice. And my two losses, I wasn’t really at my 100%, I was recovering from a cold.” — I lie blatantly, and she just grins and fires back; “And are you at 100% tonight??” — I give her a glare, and lean into the microphone, even as my bodyguards start shuffling and pushing me inside the building; “Tonight, I’m going to make that slut Natalia sing when I’m fucking her over Kim’s beaten, fat ass!” The cameras flash as we make it into the building, and I walk furiously to the elevator, my heart already pumping. I tried my best to not think of that last fight, but here I am, surrounded by idiots who want nothing but rile me up and throw my game.
I get into my changing room, my bodyguards bringing in my suitcases and I gesture for them to leave without even looking at their direction. They shut the door and stand guard outside. I toss my body at the couch and glance at the clock. 54 minutes left. Well, I got time. I just grab my phone and check social media. We’re trending… FUCK… I like seeing my name, but the problem is that WE are trending. My name and that cxnt’s.
I bite my bottom lip as I check the Vegas stakes, 52/48… In her fucking favor!! God damn it!!! I guess the memory of my recent loss is fresher in their minds that the beatings I’ve given her… Mother fucker!!! And as I am scrolling I see a picture from that last fight, that fucking ‘Sit on her face’ match, with that tramp’s ass straddling my face, my hands trapped under her shins, and her fingers spread all over my bruised and scratched breasts… ARRGHHH!!! I scream in anger and fling my phone across the room… That’s it… I’m going to fucking cripple her tonight! She won’t be fighting again!
45 minutes pass, and I hear the knocks on my door. I don’t respond; I’m just putting the final touches on my makeup, lining up my lipstick, as I check myself in the mirror. My white blouse form fitting, but not too tight to strain the buttons. Enough cleavage is showing, along with a hint of my white lacey bra beneath it. There was no restriction on the material, so I went with a leather skirt, knee length.
The material both light and sturdy enough, it won’t make it easy for that cxnt to rip and should buy me few moments. I set my right heel on the small stool, hiking up the skirt and I check the garter straps hooking to the tops of my stockings. They are secured. And only after the third knock do I walk to the door, and open it, giving the usher an intimidating glare before purring; “I’m ready.”
She turns and leads me down the hallway, and I can hear the roaring fans. The sound that just makes adrenaline pump through my veins. I’m in the zone. In the fucking zone, as I step out into the busy auditorium, I can only see the swaying arms, the sweaty overzealous fans and the drunken, horny looks on their faces. The Usher struggles to make way for us, as I can feel the fingers reaching to touch my shoulder, back, and hair, and as a female fan actually makes a grab on my hair, I grab her wrist and TWIST it so hard she screams out and falls on her boyfriend’s lap, but I don’t even bother turning to look.
I make my way to the arena, and my eyes narrow, there you are… The two of you… The cxnt, and the bigger cxnt. And to be honest, I’m not even sure who is who… I see the look on Natty’s face, and I smirk, tilting my head, as I look up and down at her, walking up to her left side, as Kim is on the right, and I purr; “Nice Zebra costume… Good thing you’re bald down there or those pretty straps would have looked weird Natty.”
I endure the hollering of the fans the best I can, standing in the middle of the mats waiting…and I have to wait a lot more since the two fucking divas are taking her time to enter…and the horny fans are getting more and more rowdy and well…horny. Finally, Kim enters first, and the attention shifts from me to her… which is a sort of relief but also annoys me since I hate being outdone. I literally growl at her when she comes closer, and she gives me fingers… and I have a very hard time resisting the urge to pounce on her. “fuck you cheap skank…” I say back…not sure if she can hear me with all the noise the fans are making…. they sure seem excited to see this main event.
And next comes Ewa, the attention once again shifting to her as it is now her turn to endure the comments of the fans… and there seems to be some kind of altercation…. but even getting in my tippy toes I cannot see what happened. I look at both of you, both dressed a lot better than me…which isn’t hard right now… but that brings a smile to my face for I know those clothes won’t last…and they will be removed in most painful ways. I take a deep breathe to calm myself and not pounce on Ewa when she too taunts me. “Eat shit Ewa…” Is my only answer, muttered while keeping my pose and my perfect smile.
The announcer finishes with the introductions in French and then passes me a headset with a microphone, so everybody can hear me announcing the points, and I step forward to stand in the middle of you two. “Ok whores … listen carefully. I know you two are stupid, and I don’t want to repeat myself so pay attention to my instructions.” I say making no effort to hide how much I dislike you both. Yes, I know I’m getting fucked at the end of the show but right now I’m the authority and if I am going to lord over you two for as long as it lasts.
“We are doing three rounds of ten minutes (10 posts each) with two minutes of rest. All three rounds will be fought unless one of you is too much of a wimp and decides she can’t continue. The winner will be the one who has scored the most points at the end of the three rounds … I’ll be awarding the points.” … I say with a mischievous smile. I know how IECL is run and I know nobody is going to complain if I act a bit unfairly.
“You’ll be awarded:
One point for each piece of your opponent’s clothes you claim and an extra point for each piece of your clothes you keep at the end of the round.
One point for each submission or smother hold…
One point for each takedown…
Three points for actually making your opponent submit…
Three points for a ten-count pin…
Three points for a knockout…
Four points for a smother… either submission or knockout…
My eyes lower against my will, and I quickly find myself staring at your heavy bosoms. “Follow my instructions at ALL times…” I continue, really starting to like bossing you two whores around. “If I tell you to stop you stop… if I tell you to go to your side you go to your side… and if you don’t… I’m penalizing your whore asses and taking fucking points away….” I add…. realizing a bit too late that maybe I shouldn’t have said it that way…. but the fans seem to be loving it.
“Did you bitches understand? … I know you didn’t… doesn’t matter… step back and come out fighting when I tell you…” I say, putting my hands on your chests and pushing you back. The wetness between my legs is starting to bother me…. just as much as the fact that my nipples are starting to harden. I try not to think about it… and once you are at a good distance I raise my hand and yell, “FIGHT!”
I haven’t forgotten what Ewa did to me. I back came into the league like I was on fire. I toyed around with this a bit when I was younger, but when I got pregnant and started my family, it was time to put that all behind me. But the itch never went away, and by the time my second child was crawling, I was back in the league and stack up win after win, until… “hey, we’ve got the PERFECT girl for you to fight. In fact, you two might actually get along outside the ring.”
God damn it. If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it 50 fucking times that Ewa and I seem so much alike that we’d have to get along. Do these people really think that two equally matched women who give their heart and soul into erotic catfighting are going to get along? Well… we didn’t, and after win after win I ran into her claws, and I paid for it. I’d have never experienced anything so intense. She was on top of me, naked body to naked body, tribbing me, fucking me, taking my head out of the fight as she just clawed me apart. She was smiling as she put her hands on my breasts and made me start to leak milk. She was purring as she clawed deeply up the side of my body. I knew right then as I sobbed my defeat that I had found my rival. And that’s what we’ve been ever since.
Eighty years ago, this might have been a private feud between two women who knew they had to fight but mostly had to keep it a secret. Not in today’s world though. Kim/Ewa is a thing. So is Natty, Ewa, and Kim. You say those names, just the first name, and especially together, and it seems everyone knows who you mean. And for the first time in the history of these rivalries, after all the paparazzi, the tabloid, the interviews, the protests by the church, and the huge contracts, for the first time we’re all in the arena together.
The excitement of the crowd is almost palpable, and I can feel it coursing through my body. It’s making me salivate. It’s making my nipples harden, and my clit stiffen. It’s making my muscles flex and tense. We’re all rock stars, paid to do what we do best: fight and fuck other women, and the greatest concert of all time is about to begin.
The most dangerous woman I know is just feet away from me, and we’re both seething and anxious for the change to rip into each other again. But for the moment, someone just as dangerous (despite her recent unfortunate losing streak) is between us. I hear the announcement in French, and then your announcement, and I just shake my head as I glare at you. If it weren’t for the cxnt I can see just past you I’d be all over you, ripping you down to the ground and ripping out that bush you’re so proud of … if I hadn’t already shaved it off.
I breathe in deep and listen to the scoring, trying to make sure I have it all memorized, although part of me worries it might not matter one bit how the official scoring is supposed to go. I feel Natty’s eyes drop down and I smirk. The one thing Ewa and I have over her is our breasts, and that might be the only thing. And she knows it too. I haven’t had a fight with that bitch Natty where she hasn’t tried her best to get her hands on my tits and make them suffer as best she could. But my thoughts shift back to Ewa… I have to fight this whore for 30 minutes, which is a LONG time to fight anyone, much less that cxnt. But hey… that’s just 30 minutes to use her body as I please and to listen to the points spin like the point counter in an arcade game.
I hear Natty’s remarks, and all I can do is purse my lips and snarl at her. “Fuck you, Natty,” I say as her hand pushes on my chest and feels my hard nipples… “I’m going to make you pay when I’m done with this whore!” I glare at Ewa as Natty just smirks. She’s got all the control for the moment, and as she yells fight, it’s like Ewa and I are shot out of a canon at each other. The crowd erupts, but even over their roar, I can hear the words flying from your mouth as I curse you all the same… “WHORE!!! cxnt!!!” We shout as we lunge at each other.
My hands come up right to your breasts, and I grab. I know what Natty likes, and this is as much about pleasing the ref as it is trying to hurt each other. My hands squeeze around the side of your tits, making sure to squeeze as much of your blouse as I can as my hands clench, and with your blouse stretched across the front of your chest with my legs driving and pushing me into you. My hands tug apart as I try to rip your blouse open and send the buttons flying, hoping to scores some points, literally or metaphorically, with the gorgeous bitch in whose hands our fates rest tonight.
I stand there, next to Natty, but I don’t have my side turned to her fully. Despite the charming little grin and her nudity, I know that the skank is NOT vulnerable by any means. I’ve seen her get psycho crazy during matches before, even when she was not involved, and I’m pretty damn certain that she wouldn’t mind a month’s suspension or any fine for the pleasure of attacking Kim or me. — Someone else in my place, would have considered kissing some ass and trying to tilt the ref into my favor, but I don’t do things this way; besides… It’s not like Kim is going to win Natty either.
I hear the French announcer talk, as I keep on a pretty smile, my hands on my hips, arching my back to push my 36FF’s out, and show my slim waist and flat abs; but when the headset goes to Natty my eyes almost pop out when she begins it with ‘Ok whores…’ the crowd erupts in a cheer, loving it, and that certainly means that no one in the IECL will run in to replace the ref. They care only about the ratings, and this Mexican tart’s performance is driving the fans up the roof.
You ask us if we understand, and we both give you a dirty look. “Kiss my ass, puta…” I hiss at her, and she immediately answers with a hard palm to our chest sending us stumbling back. I growl, and for a moment I consider just pouncing on Natalia instead; but then I hear the ‘FIGHT’ yell, and I grimace and turn to Kim, my body tensing, and we THRUST at each other. Screeching as my hands shoot up, I roar out; “WHORE!”
At the same time, the redheaded mama roars “cxnt,” and we SMACK into each other, well, not really a collision as we go at it with arm’s length… I feel the palms smacking on my chest “AWWHHH!!!” While my palms smack at her red mane… I grit on my teeth as the fingers tighten, around my tits and her hair, and I use my well-manicured nails to scrape at her scalp just a bit, and I pull DOWN hard, trying to bend her over as she begins to pull and twist on the blouse… Clearing going for the cheap clothing points…
“Nice try cxnt!!” I screech as I immediately take a wide step back and pull straight DOWN on Kim’s hair… With her hands busy at my blouse, it should be significantly easier to bend her at the waist than if they were in my hair, and I can feel two buttons popping from the blouse, but it’s a price I’m willing to take as I yank straight down, and raising my right leg I KICK wildly with my left heel, aiming it at the middle of Kim’s fabric skirt, and lashing DOWN, trying to use the heel to rip a long slit down the material, while grazing the inside of her black stockings too!
Natalia: Hearing Ewa calling me puta really infuriates me, making it all the harder to keep my cool and not pounce on her. I totally could… help Kim, double team the super busty pole bitch… but as much as I hate Ewa I’m not sure I want Kim to win…. fuck… I actually want both of you to LOSE! … But that is not possible… I know… I asked the organizers what would happen in case of a draw and they told me that then they will declare a winner…and I still get fucked.
And as much as being called puta makes me mad feeling the cool breeze against my bald pussy makes angry too. It is really hard to choose whom I hate the most… “I think I’m going to deduct points because you are wearing such cheap clothes…” I say, taunting you two as I see the buttons fly, having forgotten for a second that I’m wearing a mic until I hear my voice amplified around the arena…and the roar of the crowd who just heard me.
I squeeze my hands around your breasts, these fucking tits that you love to shove into my face, anyone’s face really, and make sure they know that you outgun them. And you do… but not by much. My own 38EEs are nothing to sneeze at, and they will do a fine job taking your breath away and earning me a few points when the moment comes. But as I start to squeeze I feel you step back, and instead of yanking you into me and getting some early control of you as I try to get you off balance, I end up bent forward as you jerk back and pull down on my hair.
“BITCHH!!!!” I shout as I hold onto your chest and blouse as I find myself suddenly staring down at the mat with my scalp burning from your claws and the hard pulling. Buttons pop from your blouse, but I’m more focused on your right leg as you kick with your heel. I tense for a moment, thinking you’re going for my kitty already and I’m about to take a sharp heel right between the legs, but whether intentionally or because you just couldn’t get your foot high enough, your heel connects lower, right between my legs and pulls down. The skirt is tight around my waist and doesn’t pull down, but the fabric tears from your heel and I wince as your foot comes down, grazing the inside of my black stocking and putting runs through it.
“YOU WHORE!” I shout as your foot lands on the heel below us, but over my own shout I hear Natty’s voice booming, and she’s not awarding points or even talking about us as we start the fight, she’s still taking about our clothes and even talking about deducting points. “Fucking bitch,” I think to myself as the thought of Ewa and I tearing each other apart for 30 minutes to a zero-zero tie while Natty grins as we wince, cry, and try to move flashes before my mind. I know now there’s almost nothing I can do to FORCE Natty to give me points. All I can do is hurt Ewa with every second that I’m allowed to, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
My hands leave her breasts, and they shoot up into her longer, dark hair, and I grab. My fingers twist into her locks right at the side of her cheeks as my feet start to move backward, and I pull straight down. If this bitch wants to bend me over and show my ass off to the entire world, then the least I can do is invite her to join me, and maybe we can take a little trip around the mats, bent over in front of Natty, and see who let’s go first. I grunt as I pull, the pain in my own scalp working on me as I tug, and shout, “Come on… cxnt… let’s go for a fucking walk!”
I step back a bit as I see you two go at it in full. And what a beautiful sight it is, watching two enemies trying to badly to rip each other clothes…and I’m sure once clothes are done you’ll try to tear each other apart. Kim bends over a bit, and I step to the side, leaning to check out her ass…. pretending I’m completely unimpressed.
The crowd is going in an uproar, watching the action begin. They see the buttons popping, my breast flesh oozing through the half-open blouse, as the red cxnt’s fingers squeeze my flesh. But I do get some basic control bending Kim at the hip, and ripping the skirt open. I hear Natalia’s words, oh my GOD, what a fucking cxnt. My eyes squint, shaking and pulling, pushing down, Kim now bent fully at the waist, but the tramp doesn’t go down!! Even as I step back faster, she keeps her balance in an admirable fashion, while I back paddle.
“FUCK YOU NATTY!! BETTER NOT CHEAT OR TAKE SIDES YOU TRASH!!” I grimace as I feel Kim’s fingers loosening on my breasts and shooting up, grabbing my hair by sides of my face. FUCCKKKK!! My eyes shut in pain, the sudden tug hurts, but I have you bent over, which means, you don’t have the necessary leverage to force me down outright, I can still fight back… SOME… And I arch my head back trying to fight the sensation; “Oh, I will take YOU for a walk cxnt, on all fours, with a leash around your neck, just like I did to this naked Mexican tramp!”
And I suddenly STOP stepping back and immediately step INTO you, trying to use the momentum to bring us closer together, so by the time I am bent over, I am actually over your back, my right hand, staying in your hair to keep you down as I slide my left down, and try to curl it around your head, to get you in a reverse headlock… The SLUT ref talked about submission holds, and I don’t know if she will count an easily breakable headlock like this, but I curl my arm, pressing my breasts down on your shoulders, to push you down, my right hand, releasing your hair to shoot down for the back of your blouse, grabbing the fabric and tugging UP, yanking it and trying to pull it from inside the skirt, to expose your tattooed lower back.
The crowd is certainly loving it, and I am too even if I try to act as if the ferocity with which you two attack each other was nothing… I even fake a yawn as you both yank each other hairs and bend over. But when Ewa starts yelling at me I raise an eyebrow. I take a few steps to slide partly behind Ewa and check her ass as I did with Kim…. and then I hear her call me Mexican tramp…. bringing back the memories of how she leashed me… I raise one hand and swing, smacking Ewa’s lovely rear hard and loud, right in the left cheek. “Respect the referee! … First warning … cxnt!” I yell as I step back to see if the headlock is properly locked.
I tug hard on the side of Ewa’s head, shaking and tugging and pulling, but I can’t get the bitch down fully, at least not at first. And as for my comment about going for a watch, that bitch turns it perfectly on Natty and me, and that’s part of what I can’t stand about this whore. She always has a comment for everything, and she can back it up with her claws. And with one fell stroke of her tongue, she threatens me (even those this isn’t that type of match, who the fuck knows what could happen with all three of us in front of a screaming crowd like this) and reminds the ref of what she did to her in their last match. Although maybe that last bit won’t work out in her favor.
Either way, the crowd roars at the comment, which Natty’s mic picks up and broadcasts through the whole arena. And they cheer even more as we both scream and curse each other, with me bent over, showing off the curve of my ass, and you being pulled down slowly and doing the same. The critics call this leak smut, violence porn, and a sadist’s playground, and they are all correct. Everyone here, whether physically present or watching at home, is here to watch two of the world’s most beautiful women hurt each other. And no one makes us do this. We aren’t sex slaves. We aren’t forced to fight like this. We are here, right now, together, because we love this mixture of competition, violence, pain, and sex. It’s the ultimate sadist’s playground, and we get to play with the most beautiful women around.
So, we yank on each other’s hair, getting wet between the legs as we do, and as I pull down I feel Ewa lunge at me, and she finally comes down… but on top of me! Her tits are on my shoulders as her right hand stays on my hair, and I continue to pull with both hand. I feel her left hand sliding around my neck, going for the headlock. Her arm curls, but just as it does I feel a smack that wasn’t from me, and I hear Ewa yelp in surprise as Natty’s voice booms over the crowd and issues Ewa her first warning. And in that moment, I’m able to reach up with my left hand and grab Ewa’s wrist. She clenchs, and I cough and grunt, but I already have the hold on.
“Ughh… you better listen to the ref, you cxnt” I grunt out as Ewa starts to walk me around a few steps, wanting the crowd and Natty to see what she’s got me, I squeeze and dig my nails into the soft underside of her wrists, but only enough to break the hold. That’s when I duck, turning away from her and under her left arm and try to swing up behind her as I still hold her right wrist. My breasts drive into her back as my right hand, now free from her hair, shoots around the side of her body and starts pulling at the blouse, trying to finish tearing it open and expose more of her incredible skin to my vicious nails. “mmmmmmm” I moan as my hips press against her ass with the back of my blouse hanging out the back of my skirt… “let’s show you off, WHORE!’ I moan into her left ear before lightly nipping at it with my teeth.
My eyes begin to burn… It’s just stage one… That BURN like a fire is slowly getting lit behind them, forcing them to heat up, for my vision to get blurry, and soon, pretty damn soon, for tears to start to flow down. It’s what happens with a vicious, firm YANK on the hair, or a particularly nasty and persistent pinch… And I know that our pain-lustful crowd will pick up on my tears first, not yours because your face is now covered completely by your dangling red hair. And I don’t want anyone to get the wrong fucking idea. It’s you who will start crying first. I grimace and work my shoulders, feeling Natalia stepping behind me, as I try to wrestle this red-headed BITCH into a reverse headlock, and just as my left arm begins to loop around the neck, I feel the hard SMACK on my left butt cheek, it’s so strong, that it STINGS even through the black leather of my skirt…
“OUCHHH!!!” I hear the yell following it to ‘respect the referee,’ and I almost back-mule kick my right heel back at the naked hermosa, if not for me needing my balance right now, and not wanting to open two fronts. That was indeed a ‘warning shot,’ and God knows what the second hit would be like. A stomp on my kidney if we’re wrestling on the floor, or a kick between my legs… Or just ‘accidentally’ stepping on my hair if I’m beneath this tramp stopping me from being able to get the upper position. I bite my tongue and focus on the job at hand.
My left arm makes it around the neck, my right, now pulling on the blouse, and yanking it up enough to be around Kim’s mid-back, when I feel the fingers lock on my wrist, and I grunt, I’m just inches from locking the grip, but I don’t have it enough when Kim rams her shoulder into my gut, and I grunt, stumbling back, and she pulls back, twisting and before I know it she is behind me, with my left arm bent around my back, PAINFULLY!! “AHHHH!!” I cry out in pain, feeling my elbow joint hurting like FUCK, and I almost tiptoe, feeling the lifted tits of the redhaired slut grinding into my back…
Her fingers holding my blouse and with a strong YANKKKKKK, the buttons just EXPLODE everywhere, the blouse ripping open, buttons flying everywhere, landing into the laps and chests of the roaring round, exposing my white lacey bra. “FUCK!!!” I screech, my left arm bent painfully, then I YELP, feeling the teeth snap on my earlobe… I grimace, and reach back with my right hand, I know I need to act fast before things get BAD, so I slap my palms against the exposed lower abs of Kim (thanks to the uplifted blouse and I PUSH my fingers inside her skirt, keeping my thumb out to hold on to the waistbant firmly, while my four fingers curl, and I try to jab my nails into her panty-covered kitty painfully, hoping she legs go and stumble back enough for me to PULL on the damaged skirt and shred it some more.
I step back watching Ewa’s ass jiggle a bit… that felt GOOD! But I resist the urge to spank her some more and step to the side to see her trying to lock Kim with a quite lame headlock. Still, I am feeling rather generous today. “One point for Ewa for the headlock!” I yell, raising my left hand up with one finger up. The crowd starts screaming, some booing, others cheering… but I don’t care and simply stand there with my hand up and a smug smile.
Then I see Kim struggling to reverse the hold… she clearly isn’t liking having Ewa on top of her…. not that I can blame her…even if Ewa isn’t precisely heavy…she has a way of making herself heavy at the worse moments… or maybe itis just her huge big tits. But then Kim manages to turn the tables, slipping herself behind Ewa with a nice hammerlock…and I raise my right hand with one finger up. “One point for Kim for the hammerlock…. and one point for tearing the blouse…” I add raising a second finger…
Score – Ewa: 1; Kim: 2
I drive into Ewa’s body. This fucking body. We should be out modeling somewhere, and all going out for drinks afterward and maybe going somewhere alone to enjoy each other’s perfect bodies. Me, Ewa, and Nat alone in a hotel suite celebrating each other’s feminine beauty, but that’s not who we are, and that’s not what we do with our bodies. So, mine collides with yours, and I just barely escape having your arm wrapped around my throat as I duck and twist.
I grab your blouse and rip, and the buttons go flying, quite dramatically, out into the first few rows of seats. Lucky patrons grab for them like they were a home run ball at the World Series and each button might be worth thousands of dollars someday. And as what appears to be a mini scuffle breaks out in the front rows, Natty’s voice booms out and she begins to award points. One to the polish cxnt, and two to me. It’s lead, and it’s a small one, as small as could be, but it’s a lead. And one that I’m sure that this bitch is very eager to bring back into balance, and when I feel her hand on my skin, pressing against my exposed lower abs, there’s no doubt in my mind what’s coming next.
Natty moves around us, her hands and fingers up awarding points as I feel your fingers curl into my skirt. My hips start to pull back off your ass and only now do I realize that I was practically grinding my sex against Ewa’s incredible ass. It’s almost instinct. This is an erotic catfight league after all. It doesn’t matter how much we dislike each other, erotic is always part of what happens here. Even the first time this bitch clawed me apart she was tribbing me to orgasm after orgasm as I screamed, and enjoying a few of her own along the way.
Hell, the last time we saw each other I was sitting on her face, and she had her tongue jammed up into my pussy because she knew that was the only way I was getting up. So, I can be excused for indulging for a second, but it might cost me as your nails curl in and my hips aren’t nearly far enough away. “UWWWWWWNNnnnnn SLUT!” I scream as your nails press into my black panties. But I’m too close to pull away, and even if I do, you’re going to tear my skirt even more.
So, I don’t. Instead of pulling back I thrust myself into you, your hand lodging between my sex and your ass. Your other hand, which is behind your back, get released, and suddenly both of my arms come up. My right arm shoots under your neck and pulls back, my left hand grabs for my right wrist and tries to secure the reverse choke hold, but my face is mangled in pain from the nails in my thong, and both our bodies are squirming as I try to secure the hold.
“Oh careful Ewa…. who knows what you may find there…” I say giggling as I see Ewa moving her hand down under Kim’s skirt. I can’t help purring when hearing Kim scream in pain… I know very well what she is feeling. Ewa’s claws have been in my pussy before, and I don’t envy her. I can’t deny that I enjoy it … and that it is turning me on. My nipples are now rock hard, clearly noticeable with only a thin layer of paint…and the wetness in my pussy is making the paint run down my legs a lot faster than it should. ” One point Ewa…for daring to grab Kim’s dirty pussy!” I declare raising my left hand while the crowd roars their approval at my unorthodox scoring methodology.
Score – Ewa: 2; Kim: 2
I’m in fucking trouble, and I know it. I’m surely going to kick myself in the ass during the first break on how I let you turn the tables so quickly and easily and get behind me. But right now, what matters most is to stop the inevitable flood of points in your favor that will surely be announced by that TRAMP Natalia starting now. I grimace and struggle, feeling your hip suddenly SMACK into my ass, and you begin to grind… The… FUCK… I mean, I’m not fucking surprised… look at me… But isn’t it a bit too early for that?? I guess not yet by this WHORE’s standards…
So, I do the only thing and go for your pussy… I swear I can feel HEAT radiating from it as you’re grinding it against my butt, but that matters very little, I hear you yelping and your body tense, your arm eases up on my left arm, and I try to pull it back to stop the painful pinch on my elbow, I hear Natalia’s taunt, and I want to laugh with her for once; when I suddenly realize that she is probably making fun of me licking that damn pussy last time… But then when she announces a point in my favor, I am quite surprised by it, feeling you back away, I hiss; “Yeah bitch… Fucking back OFF!! ARGGHH!!”
My words interrupted suddenly when I feel your slowly departing body rush in and SLAM into my back… “HUNNNGGHH!!” My own right hand grinding into my ass, as you push me few steps forwards, and I’m not expecting it, I stumble, almost falling face first, but your arms, sneak around my neck, and before I know it your forearm is against my throat, and your other hand grabs for the wrist, locking it in, and I barely bring my left hand up in time to sneak it between my throat and your forearm before you REALLY crank in the pressure; “HHAARKKKK!!!”
I gasp as we stumble around, your body grinding into my back, plastered to it, and you exert that ridiculous upper body strength of yours, pulling me back and trying to full-on choke me… My eyes widen. My right hand still wedged into your pussy, well, not really, I’m just pressing my digits against the panties. My right hand releases and I slide it along the waistband of your skirt… My throat slowly compressed, the chokehold working, I’m in trouble… But… My mind just repeats the fucking ‘rules’ Natalia recited…. ‘one point for each piece of your opponent’s clothes you claim’… But also…
‘One point for each takedown’ … And I know what I must do… my only chance… My right hand reaching, finding the clasp and zipper on your skirt and I twist it, opening it and as much as I can I PUSH my thumb into the zipper, it HURTS, but I slide it open, trying to loosen the skirt and make it slide down your thighs, just enough, for me to KICK my left heel back, aiming for your shin, and THROWING my body back into you, trying to get a two pointer if the skirt slides low enough, and if I manage to take you down. Although I have no clue how our crazy ref would score this!
Score – Ewa: 2; Kim: 3
I move in quickly into the action to face Ewa, getting close to her… maybe a bit to close, smiling as I invade her personal space and look into her eyes as she gets choked and then down on her tits. It is so hard to resist the urge to touch them and squeeze them, especially when they bounce so nicely as she struggles. I really love watching Ewa getting choked. “Choke her harder…. she loves it…” I say, giggling again, biting my lower lip as I’m enjoying this a bit too much. “One point for Kim for choking Ewa like a bitch…” I say raising my right hand showing one finger. But then Ewa strikes back, and I quickly jump back to make sure I’m safe from these two hellcats.
If this were straight wrestling I’d have the hold on already. Your hands would be frantically grabbing for a part of my body to hold or squeeze, instead of pressing your nails into my thong. But those bursts of pain that make me scream out and the crowd roar are enough to stop me from fully locking on the hold. Your left hand comes up between my forearm and your throat, and while it doesn’t prevent the choke hold, it does stop it from being totally devastating. I squeeze, feeling Ewa’s hand stop working on my kitty as she tries to make sure that she’s going to be able to breathe, and as I do I see Natalia moving into position and “mmmmmmmmmmm” she starts to taunt the bitch. She starts to tell me to choke her harder, adding that she loves it, and I can’t help but think of the time Natalia had Ewa on her back and was grinding her sex down on Ewa’s with her hands wrapped around Ewa’s throat.
God… I came so many times watching that fight with Michael. “Whatever you say, REF!” I shout back as I pull back on my arm and really crank up the chokehold. But as I do I fail to feel Ewa’s fingers sliding around the waistband of my skirt as I look at Natalia for just a moment. That moment is enough to make my mind wander as I think about what it’s going to be like to fuck her perfect body with Ewa broken on the floor next to us.
And in that split second, I feel Ewa grab the clasp of my skirt and the zipper. She twists the skirt and pulls down on the zipper with her thumb, but it works. She loosens my skirt, and it starts to slide down my thighs, leaving me in just my panties and my stockings and garter, with my skirt below my knees, and I just shout, “FUCKING cxnt!” I into her ear as she strips me. But she’s not done yet. Her left heel picks up as I try to hold onto the choke hold, and she kicks back into my shin, which thankfully now is protected by my skirt as she throws her body back into mine. “UWHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!”
I shout out loudly as we topple backward. I land on my back hard with your body on top of me, and I grunt out… “ughhhhhhhhh.” I lay there for a moment with you on top, my arms draped around your neck but no longer squeezing, and I quickly work my legs and lift my heels and push my skirt down and off my legs. There’s no point in being stripped AND trapped. I groan as we lay there, and as I work on getting my skirt down I can feel you twisting on top of me, but there’s nothing I can do about it. In seconds we’re chest to chest and grabbing for each other’s hair.
“BITCH!” I shout as you grab mine and I grab yours as well. Grabbing at the top of your scalp we both pull and twist, and we go rolling, jerking first to my left, rolling up on our sides as we scream, and then suddenly back towards my right as Natalia steps in to get a closer look at the action. We roll back and forth, with Natalia doing her best to avoid us as the crowd screams until you are finally able to roll on top, your hands in the side of my head, clawing my scalp and pulling my hair, and you force my head down as I scream.
My eyes are fluttering, my cheeks are flushed red, my lips are parted, and a thin line of drool is stretching from the right corner of my lips down to Kim’s red blouse sleeve. But what pisses me off the MOST is the sight of Natalia’s smug, pretty face leaning in, taunting me. Telling the BITCH to choke me more and that I love it… Well, SUE ME that I love being asphyxiated!!! It’s my fucking right!! But I certainly don’t love it at this very moment.
I almost kick my left foot up between Natalia’s legs instead of back at Kim, but my desperation to gasp in my air is paramount now, as I tug on the skirt, trying to unzip it and slide it down just enough to tie her legs and make this work. I don’t even fucking care if the point counts or not for undressing, but what matters is making the tackle work. And as I watch Natalia pounce back like a cat to dodge whatever the hell is going to happen, I have no way but to pray, and… it freaking does!! A miracle!
And the fall must be HARD, but I know that you can fucking take it, we’ve tackled each other down few dozen times, and I just stopped believing that you have a bone in your body from the miraculous way you shrug these falls off. Your arms loosen, and your legs are too tied up to scissor me, which allows me to twist and turn, and by the time your legs are free and kick up I am facing you, and I SCREAM; “FUCKING BITCH! HATE YOU!!!”
And I grab your hair, lifting your head to thump it down, but you grab mine and TWIST and I fall off you, our legs kick madly, yours having better mobility, now that you have no skirt on, but they end up tangling still and we start to roll again, the crowd going NUTS, watching two of the very best just scream and thrash across the floor. My blouse flapped open, letting my bra just grind into your lifted red blouse, our abs brushing together as we screech and try to outwrestle the other. I can only see the flailing red hair, your clenched white teeth, and narrowed eyes, everything else SPINS wildly.
But after what feels like an eternity, I manage it, the rolling slows down then stops, and I am atop of you, grinding my chest into yours, I can feel your inner right thigh pressing on my side, trying to push me off you, your leg curled around my ass, my skirt upturned. But I PUSH up, just enough to slide my chest up, my breasts ALMOST bursting out of my bra cups, and I let you take a glimpse of the sweaty orbs hanging over your face as I hiss; “BITCH, I bet Michael will make this his phone’s wall paper…” And with a grunt I DROP down, trying to smash my breasts down on your face, to trap it in you the best titty-smother in the entire league.
I jumped out of the way just in time as Ewa worked her escape. She always has that knack for hurting her opponents from the most unexpected positions, and this is no different. Down goes Kim’s skirt and then down she goes… with Ewa on top. “Ewa claims skirt…and takedown… TWO points!” I yell raising my left hand with two fingers up. I’m starting to enjoy this referee role a lot.
I get closer to see the tangled mess of limbs you are quickly becoming. I got to say that being this close gives me a whole different perspective of what a catfight looks like. I jump back as I see a kick flying in my direction…and start moving in circles trying to stay close but keeping my distance. Leaning in to get a better look, putting my hands on my knees, not caring if my ass shows or my tits hang from my chest. And you roll…and I follow you along the mats…until you are about to leave them…and I quickly jump into action, standing outside of the mats and putting one foot on Ewa’s butt to stop you too.
Score – Ewa: 4; Kim: 3
We go rolling, and if there’s one emotion that I feel with Ewa every time I’m in her fucking presence, is that word… HATE… and it comes spewing from her mouth. “I FUCKING HATE YOU TOO!!!” I scream back at the one person on this planet who has caused me more physical pain than any other, and while I might look back on our fights, watching them to study what went well and what went wrong, I’m always impressed by her, and that just makes me hate her more.
Most women would have been crumbling to her knees in a chokehold like that. Not Ewa, she finds a way to take me down, and take me down hard, and I fucking hate it. We spew venom and curses at each other as we roll across the mats, rolling from edge to edge, almost rolling off at times, and suddenly our movement stops with Ewa on top and Natalia standing over us with her foot on Ewa’s ass. And from this position on my back, even with Ewa’s claws in me, I can see Natty’s wet, gorgeous, and SHAVED pussy spread out as she rests her foot on Ewa’s back and stops us from going off the mat.
We grind chest to chest, both fuming, both glaring hateful daggers at each other’s eyes as my attention is pulled back from Natty’s sex to your angry face. You grind on me with her foot resting on your ass, as if you were trying to remind me that I might be big, but you’re bigger. Then suddenly you push with your knees. Natty’s leg slides off your ass to the mats between us as she was fully showing off for the crowd, bent over with her ass up and her tits hanging and in no position to pull back.
Your tits lift, you taunt about Michael, and fuck you for talking about Michael, and fuck him for giving that interview where he admitted he loved to watch me fight, and there was no one he’d rather watch me fight than Ewa or Natty… for obvious reasons. You taunt, lift, and your tits hang over my face for just a split second and then come crashing down. “ummmmmmmmmpphhhhhhhhh” I grunt out under your tits, feeling their warm mass smearing across my face and most alarmingly across my nose and mouth with are buried in your cleavage.
My legs kick, especially my right leg which is curled around your ass, and it starts to drive down hard into your firm flesh, but it’s not nearly enough to get you off me. So, I do what I have to do. I twist my head as much as I can, take in as much of your firm, full flesh into my mouth as I am able, and I bite down. Not hard, certainly not enough to break the skin. That’s the league’s one major rule. No one wants to see beauties like us in a blood fest. But it’s hard enough to make the point, and as I bite down my heels plant firmly on the mat and I thrust up with my hips and turn them, trying to throw you off and roll on top of you, not even realizing that Natty’s leg is still pressed to the mat between our legs.
Grunts fill the air. Yelps of pain from the wicked, merciless tugging on hair and scratching of scalps. This bitch fights… DIRTY. And so do I. We’re not just grabbing at the hair, we’re twisting, pulling at the roots, and using the sides of our nails to rake and slice at the follicles. It’s a step well and beyond just winning this rolling battle, and one going further into trying to just PLUCK the hairs out and leave bald spots on the other, forcing her to change her hairdo for weeks to come. Complete and utter pettiness with no purpose but to spite the other even more.
I feel every muscle in my body straining, struggling against your own. Your hips thrusting, your panties, soaked, smacking into my skirt, and your breasts lifting up in those rare moments of separation to drum down on my own painfully. We PRESS and GRIND our fronts into the other, challenging and stubbornly, each refusing to lose this little duel, despite knowing damn well how draining it is to our energy and reserves. And FUCK ME it is, but pride is a HUGE part of this fight. And then as we are rolling I suddenly feel something… HARD against my ass… It stops me from rolling off you and brings me back on top, but then I can feel the toes curling and poking at my ass… OMG… NO FUCKING WAY!!
I turn my head and SCREAM at the top of my lungs; “GET YOUR FUCKING FOOT OFF MY ASS YOU TACO-LICKING TRAMPPPPP!!!” The crowd bursting into a mixture of laughter and boo’s as I shift and move in for the smother. In a way, Natalia is helping me remain on top but pressing her ass down on my leather-covered butt, all until I lift and drop my barely covered breasts on your face… My fingers in your hair PULL up, to wedge your face and nose fully into the cleavage, I can hear the muffled cries as I shrug my shoulders, trying to move in for a DEEPER smother… Feeling your lips against the frame of the bra, I shrug and grind down.
But your right leg goes into a frenzy, kicking up and driving the heel down, like a fucking stabbing dagger down on my left calf and right thigh, stabbing and ripping the stockings, and making me SCREAM in pain with each thrust, my left leg pushing out to force your right thigh outwards and mess up your aim…., but amidst the struggle, you manage to turn your head to BITE my cleavage, and I CRY out in pain, you’re clamping on the flesh, biting and gouging the teeth in, just a step away from breaking skin as I CRY out in pain, feeling the THRUST up as you twist us and this time, without the support of Natty’s leg, I can’t stop it, but as I twist I suddenly feel something between my thighs, her ankle, and there is no stopping the flip as I YELP in pain, rolled over to my back with you ontop, chewing on my tit, wondering if she even had a chance to pull her leg back, or if she took the leg twist and fell down with us; which is NOT something she would find amusing!
I rub my sole on Ewa’s butt a bit. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t mind as she seems busy… then notice that Kim is staring at my pussy… most of the black pain has gone away, dripping down my legs, so it is pretty much now bare to see…and completely bald thanks to her. I give Kim a dirty look and step back. Not sure what was more humiliating, getting collared or getting shaved. I frown for a bit but then smile as I see Ewa’s tits all over Kim’s face. “Point for Ewa for shoving her jugs in Kim’s face!” I declare raising my left hand once more. But then I feel your legs hitting mine, and when I try to step back, your other leg sweeps my feet, and down I go.
My eyes wide in shock, my arms waving, trying desperately to hang on to something until I land on my butt with a loud thud…followed immediately by a roar from the fans. My face turns bright red from fury, and I quickly scramble to my knees beside you two. “YOU FUCKING cxntS!” I yell grabbing each of you by the hair with one hand, pulling your faces apart…. but then reminding myself I’m the referee I let go your lovely manes and give the tops of heads a slap. “Minus two points for both bitches for being idiots!” I yell… making the crowd go nuts.
Score – Ewa: 3; Kim: 2
[In her aroused state our referee seems to have forgotten how to subtract for a moment. I said it was 3-1, but she insisted this was the correct score, so we went with it.]
I sink my teeth in, making sure to twist my head so I can actually get my teeth on your skin and not get a mouth full of bra, and I start to chew. And my lips are actually curled into a smile as I do, not just from the pleasure of biting down into this Polish cxnt’s skin, but from your joke. There isn’t one of us on these mats who hasn’t spent time licking the “tacos” of the other two women on these mats. So, my lips curl into a smile as my teeth sink down into your breasts, and I thrust with my hips and twist, and without Natty, on top, we go rolling, and we take Natty with us.
In the midst of our twisting and warring legs I feel another, even another set, and the gasp from the crowd, followed by the thump of Natty’s body landing ass first on the mats next to us, tells me all I need to know even if I can’t see the action in front of me. I hear her scream as I roll on top of Ewa while keeping my teeth buried in her tit for now and over the speakers booms her voice calling us fucking cxnts. But more alarming is the suddenly tug on my hair.
“Ughhhhhhh BITCH!!” I shout as you pull my teeth from Ewa and as I open my eyes I see you pulling on her hair too. My back bends backward, and Ewa lifts off the mat and our breasts, mine still covered, hers only by her bra and now coming out of their cups from the motion earlier, press together. Our heads drop, and with two slap hard slaps to the top of our heads, we both groan, but my knees are already pressing to the mat and trying to push my body up on yours.
As Ewa screams at Natalia, calling her a fucking whore for slapping us, I shoot my hands up into her exposed blouse, sliding them up her sides to her shoulders. I grip in, grabbing my fingers around the bulging muscles and I dig my claws in. My thumbs press from the front and the rest of my nails from the back as I shove down hard and squeeze. My knees press and my ass lifts, and I start to slide my exposed ass, covered by just my thong, up your body until my ass is just above your stomach.
I give your shoulders one more good squeeze, really digging the nails in, and then my hands release, grabbing the collar of your blouse and my hands shoot across each other, pulling the fabric. I glare down… “don’t worry about her cxnt… you should be worried about me!” I shout as I pull with both hands, crisscrossing them across your throat and I suddenly drop my ass down, smashing it into your stomach and grinding it down, only to lift it up again and go for another smash as I try to choke you.
My eyes are just shut in pain, my tears, streaming down my cheeks, as I CRY out in pain… The teeth just wedged so perfectly along the line of my bra, so that each and every one of them is dug into nothing but flesh, is just making me feel like a beartrap has sprung on my left tit. I cry louder and louder, and as we flip over, I tug harder on your hair, but it’s not enough, every newton of force I apply to your head just makes your jaw clench tighter as if you’re telling me that you don’t give a FUCK if you break the skin.
I just wail in pain, hearing suddenly Natalia cursing, and then a violent YANK on my hair, from a third hand makes me cringe, but I feel your teeth pulling back off my tit, and not voluntarily, your teeth dragging across your skin and pretty much pulling my left tit out of the bra cup… I hear Natalia’s screams, the point deduction that if anything, fucked ME up more as it diminished my lead, and then the nasty THUMPS to the top of my head… “AWWWHHHH!! FUCK YOU NATALIA!! YOU ARE THE WORST!!!” But as I try to pull on your hair, I feel your fingers stabbing into my shoulders, and I GASP in pain…
My body paralyzed, as your nails jam into the muscle tissue, and it’s what you need to slip your left leg from between mine, and frog leap up dropping your ass on my stomach… “OOMMPPPHH!!” I grunt in pain, my fingers unable to tighten on your hair, they slide down your face trying to push at your jaw or chin, but you tighten your muscle pincher again and I YELP, hearing the taunts, as you grab my blouse and TUG, shifting your hands, and suddenly I find my own torn open blouse turn into a noose, choking me…
My eyes go wide again, and I grab at your wrists, but you’re positioned perfectly, pushing down with your shoulders and back, and my arms along can’t pull off, so I grab for the fabric itself trying to rip it open when your ass slams on my abs… I grunt and cough hard, the jolt shocking my system as you lift and drop again, and again, slamming that clenched pure muscle of yours down on my abs, each one sending a shockwave through my solar plexus and lungs, weakening me as I start to cough again, drool running down my cheeks, as I gurgle, my hands slowly falling off the blouse, unable to rip through it, as my eyes flutter, and I begin to just light out.
I really want to get involved…more involved… punishing you both… but although so far, I’ve been allowed to get away with my refereeing I’m not sure if there will be consequences if I take sides. I get back up to my feet and step back to let you two continue and to get a better angle to watch Ewa get choked and crushed by Kim. Raising my right hand, I announce another point. “One point Kim… for turning Ewa into a pancake….”
Score – Ewa: 3; Kim: 3
My hands continue to pull across your throat as my ass lifts and drops down hard on your abs, not just once or twice, but three times. Each time you cough loudly even though you need to preserve air. Each time I feel you getting weaker and weaker. Your hands grab for my wrists at first, but I just keep pushing with my arms, leaning forward as I need to and flexing my arms to keep the top of your blouse pushed down into your throat. The fabric is stretching in my grip, pulling around the back of your neck and wrapping around your throat, and I’m thankful that Natalia’s earlier taunt about how cheap our clothing is couldn’t be farther from the truth.
They pay us far too much money for fights like this to ever show up in something cheap, and sometimes it costs us. I hear Natalia award me a point for turning you into a pancake, but that’s not really the points I’m after right now. You grab desperately at the fabric of your own blouse, trying to rip it, but as my ass slams down again I watch your hands drop limply to the side as you gaze up at me with hate and anger. There’s no worry that this will go too far. We might hate each other, but this isn’t that kind of place, and we aren’t that kind of girl.
And I just get to watch as your hands drop and your eyes flutter. The crowd is screaming, losing their mind as they see what’s happening, but only I, and maybe Natalia, can really appreciate the view. It’s the subtleties. The drool. The way your eyes flutter. The way your hands try to move. The way your face changes color. The way your fluttering eyes turn back to angry glares for a moment, only to flutter again.
“What’s wrong, Ewa?” I thought you liked being choked? I say with a smirk on my face as I lean over you. I look down at your drool, and I roll spit from my lips and down my tongue, making myself drool on your face and on your lips as I keep my hands tight and wait for the referee to give me the signal and award me the points. If she’s crazy enough to wait any longer, I know I’m going to just have to let go and keep fighting.
I smile as I see Ewa starting to pass out. Her lovely eyes fluttering as Kim continues choking her mercilessly. Not that she deserves any mercy. I see Ewa’s arms fall limply beside her and can’t help but get really wet. Dropping to my knees, I try to take a closer look… then grab Ewa’s right arm and lift it…only to make sure that she is out. “SHE IS OUT SHE IS OUT…BACK OFF!” I yell… not really waiting for Kim to back off to instead pounce on her slamming my right shoulder on her shoulder to knock her off Ewa and push her away.
“TO YOUR SIDE!” I yell, pointing to Kim’s side and then turning my attention to Ewa, pulling the collar of her blouse open to let her breathe again. I remain there, kneeling beside Ewa, giving Kim dirty glares each time she thinks about coming closer, waiting for Ewa to come over. “Come on come on… it is just round one….” I say slapping Ewa’s face a bit…not as hard as I would like. “You there, bitch?”
Everything is hazy, everything is swirling around. All I can see is the face of Diablo, of Ba’al, of Mephisto… And they are all freaking fake-tanned asshats with tattoos up their necks and cheap dye jobs. I can feel the wetness drizzle on my cheek and lips from your spittle, but I can’t even tell what it is… Is it raining?? Indoors? Did someone hit the fire alarm and turn on the sprinklers? Did Godzilla rip off the roof?? Each question answered with a resounding YES in my mind, and followed by a prolonged fantasy where I am carried in the arms of a topless, handsome fireman, or fleeing in a speeding car from the King of Monsters… But then…
Smack smack I feel the stinging slaps on my face, and as my eyes flutter, there it is, another Spawn of Evil, this one from down South, and smells like a burrito…. “ugh.. get…. off… me…” I shove weakly and wildly at Natalia, turning over, gasping and coughing, coming back to reality and trying to remember… How much was it a knockout… 2 points?? Fuck. FUCK… it was three… I grimace and crawl away… Feeling Natalia SMACKING me on the ass again, my skirt lifted up exposing the bottom half, and the shredded, torn stockings…
The crowd is laughing, and I cough, gasping for air… FUCK… I look up, and there are 2 minutes left on the clock. TWO fucking minutes… How long have I been out for? I’m dizzy, but the clock is stopped… I can’t… fucking…. look ridiculous… I grunt and reach for my heels, taking them off, and I toss them aside… Dizzy like this, I have no business fighting with them on anymore… I push against the mats and rise up… Panting, staring at Kim’s direction.
Well, at least there is 3 of her swirling around, no longer 8… I reach and pull my blouse off, tossing it to the side… My left breast hanging out of the bra, but I don’t even notice… But then as my focus returns, I remember Natalia’s words; ‘One point for each item of clothing you keep AFTER each round…’ FUUUUUCKKK!!! I grit my teeth… Seeing only two of Kim now… I can feel steam blowing out of my ears…
It’s 3-6 now, if I can count for anything; and I need to fucking get something in, so I shriek and RUSH forwards, not waiting for Natalia’s count, but as I stumble and barrel, unsteady, I sorta sidestep and end up SMACKING my shoulder into Natalia’s painted breasts hard, recoiling to the left and as I come straight for Kim…
My eyes go wide, still seeing two the redhaired bitch, I bring my hands up, my claws out, and I swipe down, not really at her skin, but mostly at the blouse, trying to tag my fingers into the red fabric and rake DOWN, to rip what’s left of the buttons and pull her down with me.
I smile as I see Ewa coming over but then frown as she shoves me back. I let her go and stand up. “You got knocked out bitch…. can you continue?” I ask, smiling and leaning over Ewa. Then I call the score, putting three fingers from my right hand right in front of Ewa’s face. “THREE points for Kim for knocking Ewa out like a light!” I say. I step back looking at the board above me 3-6 two minutes left and then see Ewa charging….at me… “Ughhh! BITCH!” I yell as her shoulder smacks on my perky nude tit… but clearly, I’m not the target but Kim….”FUCK YOU BITCH… oh… yes… FIGHT!” I say restarting the clock even though you two are already going at it.
Score – Ewa: 3; Kim: 6
I hold the grip as long as I can, even after I hear Natalia screaming that you’re out and telling me to back off, but it’s only for a split second. Natalia clearly didn’t care if I was going to let go or not. Her right shoulders slams into my side, and my grip, which was already releasing, comes completely off as I grumble to the side. It’s my instinct to lash out at Natalia, to grab her by the hair and yank her face first down into the mats or maybe face first down between my legs, but when she shouts to for me to get to my side, it might sound to everyone like she’s protecting Ewa, but I think we both know she’s really protecting herself after that shit she just pulled.
I roll over a couple of times and then slide to my knees, watching and smiling as Natty leans over Ewa’s face and starts to slap her face, taunting her even as she checks on her. Ewa shoves Natalia over and starts to gasp and cough as she rolls over and starts to crawl away to her own side, only to gift a swift smack in the ass from Natalia as she crawls, and the whole scene just makes me smile as I rest with my knees on the mat and my feet under me as I slowly start to rise. I breathe in deeply and fill my lungs with much-needed air as the sweat drips down my body, and I stare at what’s happening across the mat from me.
My stockings are torn. My skirt lies on the mat between us. My blouse is almost ripped open from all the grinding with the buttons just barely hanging on, and my hair is an absolute mess and my scalp burns underneath the fiery red hair, a pain that most don’t even see, one that’s just for you and me as we jammed our nails into each other’s scalp and roots as we rolled across the floor and clawed. And I can see Ewa struggling, and … strangely … I’m not just waiting for Natty to tell us to keep going. I’m waiting for Ewa to be ready. We’ve both been where you are now. You don’t fight each other four times and not have moments where you aren’t sure about the footing underneath you, and we’ve both, at times, given the other the chance to get back in the fight. We’re both here to prove ourselves, and the only way to do that is bitch to bitch.
So, I watch carefully as you start to move. Natty tries to stop you at first, but you just end up smacking your shoulder into her painted breast. She curses you and says the fights back on, but we weren’t waiting for her command. I was only waiting for you. You stumble a bit, even after bumping into Natty’s naked body, and then you sway, and the come right at me with your hands up, and I’m ready for the worst.
How angry are you? Angry enough to claw my face? That’s my major worry, and my hands come up even as your hands swipe down. You swipe at my breast, but mostly at the fabric of my blouse, and you grab the black fabric in your claws, and you pull down, yanking my forward into you and tearing open my blouse. The buttons fly, not as dramatically as yours did earlier when I ripped yours from behind, but the effect is the same. I let my momentum carry me into you, my breasts, now exposed, press into yours and our bras rub together, and I can feel your exposed nipple rubbing on my bra.
My left hand comes up and wraps around you, grabbing the back of your hair and tugging back hard, while my right hand goes for the zipper of your skirt as I remember what Natty said about getting points for each article of clothing you carry into the next round, and at this point, with just minutes to go in this round, I’m more interested in stripping you than anything. I tug on your hair, trying to hold you in place as you tug open my blouse, and I yank down on your zipper, trying to pull your skirt down as I do and strip you more. “Mmmmm come on you fucking bitch… Fight me… if you can.”
I’m still punch drunk with the asphyxiation, with the lack of oxygen and anger. I am not really sure if the Kim I’m going to slam into, the one I’m reaching to grab her red blouse is going to be the real you, or the spinning mirage, but I put all my chips on red; and roll! Only to realize a moment later that… well… both are fucking RED!!! But alas, as my fingers swing down on the blouse, I feel something, the dent of skin under my nails, and the silky fabric around my fingers, that latch tightly and pull DOWN. Which is not hard, because all I need is to put my body weight down and YANKKKK, and I feel the buttons popping and snapping beautifully…
They pop, and I see the black fabric of your blouse, barely containing the gleaming, sweaty EE orbs of yours… And like always, you meet the competition head-on, letting the momentum carry you into me and “OOOOOOUUUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!” You slam your breasts into mine, and I gasp in pain, my momentum cut as our bodies come to a halt for a sudden before you take over and send me back…
But you don’t depart, no, your left arm wraps around my body, holding me tight, as I feel your right reaching back, feeling for my skirt… And my eyes go wide… FUCK… NO!!! I just… CAN’T LET YOU!!! My left hand immediately shooting out, pointing my elbow and I jab it at your arm to push your right arm outwards… For a second or two, but I know it’s not enough as you will reach down again, this time, with a better understanding of where the zipper is…..
But here is a thing that our clench made me realize… Or rather, notice… I’m barefooted… And you still have your heels on. Which gives you a height advantage, and a decent one at 3″ on top of your naturally taller frame… I can clearly feel it now as your breasts pretty much weigh down on mine. So, my first instinct is to bend my knees and DIP low… Bringing my center of gravity lower, and curling my toes to push them into the mats. The stockings don’t give much traction, so I need this to not slip back… Trying to hold myself in place and at the same time, further my skirt from your reach…
My left hand shoots up, inside your now flapping blouse… My fingers spread, I reach to… GOUGE… your armpit… Trying to jam my nails into it, to claw hard and cause your arm to spasm… With your left busy holding us in this clinch, I need to try to run the clock out on your right arm… While my right hand reaches for your hip, feeling the strap of your black thong, and without a second’s hesitation, I slide my thumb inside the waistband, between it and your hip, and I resist the urge to TUG to snap it or give you a wedgie, instead, I push my hand around your waist, reaching for your other hip from behind, with my thumb closed on your waistband, trying to make a grap for the other hip, to snip at it, and with both sides of the thong held, and it stretched, all it needs then is one strong YANK to rip it straight and clean off your body.
I swing a kick at Ewa’s butt as she marches on but misses completely and nearly fall on my ass again. Stumbling back and losing track of the match for a second as you two once again lock up and, by the way, the crowd is yelling, I can tell it is getting pretty intense. I look at the clock… we are almost done with the first round, and you two are already a mess…. and that brings a smile to my face… maybe…maybe if you two hurt each other too much you won’t have the energy to fuck me.
I left my heels on for a reason. I wanted to be taller than you, to look like a more dominant force over you in your woozy state. My breasts rest on yours as we clench, and I drag them down over yours, making you feel their weight before I lift and start the process over again. Your hands clench on my blouse, making sure it’s pulled over, and I grab for your hair with my left hand, holding it and you in place as I tug and our bodies press. My right hand tries to undo your skirt, but you’re starting to get your fighting senses back, and you’re no longer pawing wildly at my blouse.
That fire is back in your eyes, and as I taunt you to fight me, you start to lower yourself. Just you do your hand shoots up straight into my left armpit. “ughhhhhhhhhh GOD DAMNIT” I scream out as my whole arm jerks in pain as you claw into the sensitive nerve endings. My arm feels paralyzed in pain, and we glare into each other’s eyes as we both know what the other is trying to do.
You grab for my thong, getting it in your thumb and pulling it back and around, stretching the thin fabric and trying to snip at it with your thumb. I feel you sawing, and you tug hard, and in one hard yank, the fabric tears away from my body. “BITCH!!!!!” I shout as you secure not just a point but cost me another point going into next round. My left hand then releases from your hair, and I grab the back of your bra just to the side of the clasp and I start to tug hard to the side, doing what I can to just rip the flimsy hooks of the strap open or tear your bra at the seams as I grunt and I hear Natty remind us of the time.
“FUCK!” I shout as I had the upper hand, but you still managed to get a point, and now I’m trying to do the same, and as I pull, twisting to my left and yanking on your bra, I lift my right heel and step in, wanting to remind you of why I left my heels on as I step in and across and try to press my heel into the side of your bulging right calf.
Clenched together, I can feel your heavier, taller body bearing down on mine… With our heels, it was… manageable, but now, I feel like I’m fighting a giant, and it’s certainly not a fair fight… But despite my wooziness, and the odds, I try to use my instincts to battle you back… We’ve fought enough in the past that I can at least understand what you are going to do next, and I manage to stop your assault on my blouse… Your attack on my breasts is…. painful… and humiliating, to say the least… Using your covered breasts, and the underside to drag down mine, and slowly, bit by bit, peel my bra down…
But at least, exposing my tits doesn’t mean my bra is off, not yet… Well, Natalia is unpredictable, but even she would not duck a point for just the cups being pulled down… So, I keep my focus entirely on disabling your right arm which works great, and with a quick snip at your thong, I feel it YANKED off your body and coming off in my grip… And now you’re just utterly… bottomless… Your skirt and thong gone… I end up raising my right arm in the air, with your thong dangling between my fingers in a little victory gesture… But… what the FUCK am I thinking??
The clock is not over yet, and this is not one of those ‘Strip the Kitty’ stipulations… The fight is still going on strong, and you remind that by pushing your right leg between mine and hooking it around my left then… “AIIIIIEHHHH!!” I feel a fiery pain down the back of my left calf, as you not only rip my stockings open but leave an 8″ long red streak down my skin… Enough to send me stumbling back, but with your right leg tangled with my left, our height differential, exhaustion, and my dizziness, I end up tripping, and I CRASH down to my back with you landing atop of me…
“UFFFFF!!!” I gasp out in pain, groaning as I feel your covered tits crushing my bare tits… But… not only that… something is… different… I can feel it… My bra… My bra straps are now hanging loosely down my arms as they slide down my shoulders… You’ve unclasped it a second before you tripped me… And my mind EXPLODES with frustration. Not only did you take my bra off, but you also performed a fucking take down!!! And just as I try to process it, my eyes flash at the clock, and my heart sinks…
I wince a bit as I see Ewa digging her nails in Kim’s armpit… that always hurt so much… and it also leaves the arm numb… which I know is what Ewa wants. I take a few steps to get closer and get a better view of the battle. Right now, clothes seem to be the main target, which sounds smart considering the round is about to end…. and I know I may have to dive in to break your entanglement. “Point for EWA!” I yell as I see Kim’s thong getting ripped…stepping to the side to get another look at Kim’s ass.
And I wince a second time when I see you both falling and hear the loud thud of your bodies hitting the mats. “Takedown Kim!” I yell Raising my right hand with one finger…. quickly moving to see what’s happening in that mess of flesh you are becoming… noticing Ewa has lost her bra. “Kim claims bra!” I yell raising my hand again and raising another finger… I know very well there are no bras more desired than Ewa’s in this league…
Score – Ewa: 4; Kim: 8
I pull with my arm, press with my leg, and twist my body. Your leg goes weak as my heel presses into your calf, and you stumble back. Your bra tears in my hand, and I’m all smiles as we collapse down. It couldn’t have been more perfect. My breasts crash into yours, and I can hear Natalia shouting out new points as we crash down to the mat. My breasts mash into yours, and I grind my covered tits down into your chest more as we both struggle knowing there are only moments left in this round.
From the fall your grip on my armpit goes weak, and I can see the look in your eyes that tells me you know what these last few seconds. Even without Natalia counting out you can do the math in your head. My hands grab for your forearms, trying to make sure that in these last few seconds you can’t tear another piece of clothing for me or put me in a hold to score some last-minute points. I dig my nails into your exposed muscles and try to pin your arms to the floor as I lean in, grinding my chest on yours and looking down in your frustrated and disheartened face…
I lean in as I grind, pushing my face beside yours and trying to hold your arms down, and I bring my lips to your right ear. Our legs struggle between us, and my dangerous heels still swipe as your legs keep moving to try and stray free of them. All the while I can feel your hips bucking, trying to get out of this position on your back. I lean in, whispering into your ear… “don’t look so frustrated… I still have two more rounds to tear you apart before I fuck that Mexican whore” and as the words drip from my lips to your ears I lower my head to your shoulders and I start to bite firmly into your shoulder, not where I clawed your before, but closer to your neck, as I grind my chest side to side, dragging my covered breasts and my bra across your bare flesh and your hard nipples.
The fall is fucking HARD… I don’t know how you do it… I don’t know what fucking vertebrae you’re missing in your fucking spine, that makes these landings SEEM like they don’t affect you, but I certainly feel this one… Maybe it’s the prior beating, choking, and strain on my lungs. But this fall just almost flat out knocks me out. I mean, I can still hear our cxnt of a referee’s voice calling the points…. flat out two in your favor… And curse her, she doesn’t even miss the bra, that many would have overlooked considering that your DAMNED FUCKING TITS ARE CONCAVING MY OWN inwards right now…
I moan out in pain, as my left hand falters on your armpit, giving your right arm a new lease on life, while my body shudders, and you just PUSH up a little, rubbing those patterns of your black bra against my now exposed breasts, my sensitive areolas, and stiff nipples… And that’s a secret that few outside the catfighting circle know… The reason we pick those patterned bras, because if you just. RUB them against bare breasts, they fucking irritate and hurt like HELL!! And you just take a good moment simply RUBBING your tits over mine enough to let out a cry of pain out of my lips.
And you fucking relish in it, grabbing my forearms and you PUSH them down pressing my forearms to the ground… And I wince, bucking up, my ass still covered by the leather skirt, well barely, and the white thong beneath, the straps of my garter hanging pretty much loose to the shredded and torn stockings… I lift your hips up in the air, but you THWWAKKKKK mine down back, each time I lift up you grind down as you pin my arms and hiss your words in my ears…
“Fuck… you… Kim… You lucky… piece… of…”
But before I finish my words… I suddenly hear it… I fucking… HEAR IT… In the LAST voice in the world that I want to hear counting the numbers… “One… Two… Three… Four….” And my mind suddenly SNAPS to the fucking rule that I almost missed hearing during the Mexican tramp’s little speech…. ‘Three points for a ten-count pin’… And with the redhaired witch’s hair covering my face, I can’t fucking even SEE the clock anymore… Wondering if it will run out first, or if our cxnt of a ref will finish her count first… Or if she is even LOOKING at the clock anymore…. “… Seven… Eight….” FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK!!
I move a bit closer…. watching the action… then taking a quick peek at the clock above …. watching you two…. then the clock. Kim is settling herself nicely on top of Ewa…. and then goes for a nasty bite. Ouch… I wince a bit again and then giggle. I can’t help but enjoy seeing Ewa hurting after what she did to me… The time is almost up, so I get closer and brace myself… I plan to stop this fight as soon as the bell rings. The fans are getting very loud again as they too know the round is about to end and want to goad you two into hurting each other before I step in. And then I notice that Ewa’s shoulders are flat on the mats… so I drop to my knees and start counting…and soon the fans are counting with me… Seven Eight NINE
And then there is the BUZZZZ right when I was about to finish the count. I giggle…loving the mixed reaction of boos and cheers from the fans…. quickly standing and moving to Kim… I grab her by the hair and YANK… “ROUNDS OVER BITCH!!!! GET OFF HER!” I yell trying to pull and then push Kim towards her side. “TO YOUR SIDE!” I yell at both of you. “First rounds over… Two additional points for Ewa and Kim for keeping to pieces of clothing….” I say, raising both hands up in the air with two fingers up each.
Score at the End of Round 1 – Ewa: 6; Kim: 10
I’ve got Ewa down, a position that I’m keenly aware is something to be taken advantage of while you can. I’m shoving my tits down into hers, clawing and squeezing her forearms and biting down into her shoulder as I just every muscle that I can find in my body to try and crush her right through this fucking mat. Ewa’s hurting. Natty knows it. The crowd knows it. But most importantly Ewa knows it. My only goal is to hurt this bitch, but then I hear the counting.
OH FUCK! That’s right … points for pins. I really focus on keeping you down as Natty counts from one and slaps her hands on the mat right next to Ewa and I. Ewa starts to buck, but I lean in, using my breasts as much as I am able to keep her chest on the mat. The crowd joins in the call… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… BUZZZZZZZZZZZ… “FUCK!!!” I shout as I pull my teeth out of Ewa’s shoulders and pull my head back, looking at Natty with that fucking grin on her face as her hand rests just above the mat. It couldn’t be more than a fucking inch between her hand and the mat.
I release Ewa’s arms and slap the mat hard, “damn it bitch!” I shout not at Ewa but Natty as she moves to her feet. “ROUNDS OVER BITCH!!! GET OFF HER!!!” is all I hear as this Mexican cxnt grabs my hair and pulls me to the side, literally dragging me the bitch I dream of hurting when I’m deep asleep and walking through my favorite fantasies. “FUCKING cxnt!!” I shout in frustration, grabbing for her hands in my red hair as she drags me to one corner and yells “TO YOUR SIDE!”
Ewa’s still laying there for the moment, her chest heaving as she rests on her back on the mat, and I slowly and painfully get to my feet as Natty calls out the additional points for our clothing surviving the round. I point my finger and scream across the mat at Natty, loud enough that her mic picks it up and booms it out throughout the venue… “I’M GOING TO FUCK YOU HARD FOR THAT, cxnt!” My hands come back to my hips, and I bend over, breathing in deep, trying to block out the pain, suck in oxygen, and focus on round two.
I am pinned down… My tears are gushing so much they are forming two shallow lakes in my eye sockets… All I can feel is the sharp biting pain in my shoulder, from this hell-hound biting it. My body pinned down, my breasts compressed under the still covered pair of this cxnt… My hips ground down… My skirt hiked up my thighs, showing not only the welts on my legs and thighs from the kicking and raking of heels, but the moist front patch of my thong. But you, you are bare -bottomed, and you seem pretty exhilarant about it, lifting and grinding your hips down to keep me for the count, that I’m saved off with nothing but the moody cxnt of a referee.
I hear the curses and protests, and I just lay down, panting. Breathing hard. Still suffering the trauma and headache induced by the chokehold finisher from just a couple minutes ago. I had no business rising, and while I watch Natalia snatch you by the hair and pull you off me, I realize I have MAJOR ways to catch up. This could have been easily another 4 points in the ginger cxnt’s lap.
I rock and slowly roll to my side, panting, and rubbing my shoulder in pain. It’s actually bleeding just a tiny bit… The league’s rules on blood are ambiguous as everything else. ‘Avoid cutting your opponent.’ Another ‘frowned upon’ rule that in fights like this is massively overlooked in favor of getting a point or escaping a hold… I push up to my knees then feet, and then stumble to the corner. I am breathing hard, and I grab a bottle of water from one of the ushers, and I gulp half of it, then spray the other half on my face and overheated chest…
The water streaming down my breasts and hard nipples… I’m topless, only in skirt and thong, and you’re bottomless, the exact opposite… I hear the bickering and bitching between you and Natty, and I just find myself FURIOUS… How… DARE she ignore me… “YOU BETTER FUCKING WORRY ABOUT ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!” I roar wildly at you across the mats… Turning my head to Natty; “AND YOU, GET US FUCKING STARTED ALREADY!!!”
I stand in the middle of the mats, giggling, placing my hands behind the back of my head and looking at the two bitches that are fighting. I know I am going to get plowed at the end of this, but I don’t care about that right now. Right now, I’m going to have my fun, and part of my fun includes being a bitch of a referee for you too. I look at the score. 6-10 for Kim…but there are still two rounds to go, and so many things can happen… so many opportunities for mischief. The fans seem to be loving the show, and I’m pretty sure the ratings must be off the roof.
Any way I look at the board to see how much time we have before the next round starts. I can feel my pussy dripping, the pain coating my labia has been mostly was off, but I’m still ‘wearing’ my shorts and referee top. “Ewa… Kim… ” I say trying to draw your attention to me… and then I raise my hands up, one pointing at each of you and give you both the middle finger. “Fuck you, cxnts… you better shut up your whore mouths, or I’m going to start deducting points…” I let you know…giggling a bit… and then the break time is over. “OK, cheap cxnts… that first round was fucking lame… so like… try to do better… ok? … now… FIGHT!”
I grab one of the waters from one of the attendant’s just as Ewa starts to move. A quick twist of the cap and I’m gulping it down as she rises and walks to the corner and begin to do the same. I pour some on my face, feeling it run down onto my overheated chest and I just smile as the crowd roars in applause both from the exceptional round and from the show as we both pour water on ourselves and shake it off in ways we both know the crowd loves.
There’s no ambiguity about what this place is or what this crowd wants. Fighting and sex, intertwined and confused, all ending in one beautiful feline forcefully fucking another. There isn’t a person in this room or watching online who doesn’t want to fuck us both. There isn’t a person in this room or watching online who won’t cheer as we cause each other intense bodily pain. I hear Ewa’s shout across the mat, and I glare back at her, holding the water bottle in one hand and using the other to flick her off… “FUCK YOU WHORE!” I shout back across the mat at your silly insult, as if I’m ever not worried about the SECOND toughest whore in this league.
I look at you seethe. Yes, we both stripped the same amount of clothing from each other, but I’d rather have my tits exposed than my pussy any fucking day. I toss the water bottle at the attendant’s feet, causing it to spill, and I rip off this damn torn open blouse which is so shifted and torn that it’s just getting in the way more than anything. I tug it off, not removing but literally ripping the wet remains from my arms and chest, leaving me in just my bra, my tattered stockings, and my garter.
I toss it outside the mats and turn back just as I hear Natty’s voice calling our name. Fuck, that bitch is so fucking sexy as she giggles and smiles. She knows what’s coming, but she’s loving this, and while she knows just how much she’s pissing us off, damn she looks good doing it. But then her hands turn, and her middle fingers extend, and I return the favor but without saying a word. I can’t afford to lose points against Ewa unless it’s something where we both learn points. Even with a lead, against this bitch I know that could vanish in a moment if I’m not careful. And then Natty says it… FIGHT! And round two is on.
I had Ewa “on the ropes” just a minute ago, and sure we’ve rested and recovered somewhat, but just minutes ago that bitch was out cold. “Come on bitch… Bring those tits over here!” I call out across the mats as I raise my hands to chest level and stick my claws straight out… “My nails want to play,” I say as I start to move across the mat. One step, then another, my pace quickening as I want you to think I’m going for your chest, and I do, but only with one hand. My left hand lunges out first, grabbing for the side of your big, now wet right breast, but as it just out my right hand lifts and my fingers spread, and I swing my palm down at your right temple hard, wanting to test just how well that groggy head of yours is working as my nails extended prepare to drag down your temple if my hand connects.
I stand there, furious. At Kim… For being so fucking good… At Natty for being such a fucking cxnt… But mostly at myself for letting myself be so fucking sloppy… I try hard to focus, to control my breathing, to think of round one, and analyze what I did wrong, what I could have done better… Kim flips me, and I raise both hands, pointing my middle fingers at her, and I just ROAR out in frustration; “NO BITCH, FUCK YOU!! I WILL RUIN YOU BEFORE I BREAK THIS FUCKING BITCH OF A REF’S TACO!”
Natalia then giggling just points at us and threatens us with point deduction, which really, at this point… wouldn’t fucking matter, if we both lose points does it really make any difference? I watch you suddenly yank your blouse off, ripping the remaining buttons off and exposing your black lacey bra… “WAAIIT A MINUTE!!” I scream and jump forwards, pointing at her and bitching at Natalia… Who just listens to me protest for nearly a minute, then she just coldly answers, checking her nails so non-challantly; “she robs you points but loses points too”… Okay… err… I guess… I guess that’s fair!
I turn to return back to my corner, my chest heaving, my breasts rising and falling, bouncing lightly as I walk, and I can see the annoying flashes of cameras taking pictures of my magnificent pair, with the sweat and water coating them… But this is not the time to model; this is the time for; “FIGHT!!” I hear Natalia’s voice, and I almost get a stroke, I’m not back to my corner yet, so I quickly spin, expecting to see a red-haired Medusa flinging herself at me, but no, she’s standing there in the corner, taunting me… I grit on my teeth and almost spit back; “I’d bring them over, but I don’t want to catch nothing from your nasty diseased cxnt….” Turning my head to Natty, I mock; “Don’t worry Natty, I’m going to save you from whatever she has because I’ll be the one fucking you… Just remember, you owe me…”
But as I’m mocking, you’re on the move, and as I notice you, you’re already in range, with your claws UP!!! I take a quick step back, almost dodging your left claw, but my breast is just too big, and you SLAP against the side, making me YELP as you clutch it, grabbing and practically holding me in place, as your right swings and SMACKS me across my temple; “FFUUUUCKKK!!!” The thud hurts, and I feel the ringing in my ears just get louder, but it’s only the start as your nails rake across my temple, dragging and leaving a burn on my skin; “CUNNTT!!”
My body reacting on its own, as I kick wildly with my right foot, my white stockings torn at the front, my toenails exposed, and I fire the kick at your left shin, and rake down wildly, trying to scratch down the same spot my heel kicked earlier… My right hand is going for your left wrist at my breast, sinking my nails into your wrist and TWISTING it outwards to free myself, while my left claw dips down and using the same tactic of Slap’n’Scratch you employed to my temple, I swing up aiming for your exposed, shaved kitty! “Oh, my nails want to play too Kim!!”
I roll my eyes action unimpressed at Kim’s insults and Ewa’s complaints and bragging. I wish so much I could be fighting you both right now…and fucking you two hot sluts…. but I can’t. I’m the referee sand refereeing is what I must do. “uuuuhhh….” I purr as I watch Kim slap Ewa’s breasts… I never get tired of watching Ewa’s glorious rack get punished. I step closer and get back into my referee stance, lowering my body a bit, placing my hands on my knees as I follow the action closely, giving the fans the perfect view of my perfect ass and shaved pussy…. though I’m pretty sure not many are checking me out right now with you two going at it once more.
The first time Ewa and I fought each other, there was no question about what the league had in mind. Not a single promotional picture had whole body images of us. Every photo was just from the chest up, with cleavage spilling out everywhere in every picture and words Topless and Tit Torture used as many times as they could reasonably fit them into website banner and promotional photos. We knew what they wanted, and we obliged, and while our rivalry has become so much more than that, it’s not lost on either of us that in chest to waist ratio, there’s no one else like us in the league.
We came out that night topless and went right after each other’s tits, just like I do now, and reaching out for your tit like this just bring back memories of that delicious night this rivalry came to life. My hand connects with the firm, full flesh, gripping and clutching and pulling in as my hand swing and… YESSSSS it connects, right in her temple and my fingers pull down, and as this cxnt screams out, I can’t help but smile. God. Why does it feel SO FUCKING GOOD to hurt this fucking cxnt?
Ewa calls me a cxnt, and it’s hard to argue with the premise. I make my living hurting other women and then force fucking them to make sure that they don’t end up doing it to me while thousands, and tonight, millions, watch. But it’s not her words that worry me. It’s the fucking kick aimed right at my shin. “awwww FUCKK” my shin stings with pain, and that pain is only amplified as your nails pull down right over the same spot your heel kicked earlier. Your right hand pulls my left hand from your breast, must to the dismay of the fans who love us, but love most of all to see us hurt in our most feminine and sexual parts.
But if they boo as you pull my hand from your breast, they cheer as your hand lowers and then slaps up to my kitty. I freeze for a second from the harsh slap and from knowing what could be coming next, and that’s when I feel it. Your nails pulling up and over my wet labia… “uwwwww cuntTTT” My whole body tenses in pain as you hold my left hand and my right hand shoots up, grabbing the top of your head, digging my nails into your scalp as I grab and pulling down, trying to bend you over and get your hand off my shaved pussy.
The crowd is just going insane… They could not have asked for anything more… Two big-busted, angry, tough bitches who hate the dirt the other walks on? Check… A hot as fuck naked referee, with her body pain running now with her sweat and pussy juices? Check… Corruption? Twists? Table-turning? Unpredictability? Check, Check, Check, Check… It’s no wonder not a single official from the league is in sight; they are all in their back rooms rubbing their hands together and counting the money they are making off our tears and sweat; and sooner than later; cum. But right now, I don’t give a FUCK about them. All I want is to embarrass, hurt, and fuck this TRAMP up.
In only your bra, garter, and shredded stockings, I know I don’t have many points to win off you; just the one for the bra, but I resist the urge to go for your chest just to get at your kitty first, and you SING loudly!! “HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM CLAWS, BITCH???” I screech as I drag my nails up, hoping to drag ALL the way to your clit, but your body jerks back and my nail only drags across a couple inches of your labia before they come off… Your right hand is moving up my hair, and you suddenly pull me DOWN… “AWWHHH!!!”
My body bent over… And my tits hang down… I try to push back up, but you are GRINDING down, and the first thing that happens is your other hand breaks free, and it joins the effort, and with TWO hands pushing down at my hair I bend over more, my hands slapping at your hips, my skirt-covered butt sticking out and I end up… BUMPING into Natalia’s naked hips… it’s accidental, but it’s hard, and I can hear a grunt and the steps of her stumbling back… My hands clutch at your hips for balance, as you hold and drag me around, and I know how vulnerable I am right now, whether it’s your claws over my back, my side breasts, or your knees shooting up to greet my hanging breasts, so I just do my best to tilt my head up and I PUSH my face into your chest, I want flesh, bare skin; but I only feel the black lace of your bra, and I close my mouth on it, content to feel the hard poking nipple through the lace bumping into my tongue, and I BITE hard, trying to get both the flesh, but also, to shred and tatter your right bra cup.
The fans are getting louder and louder. They love it when girls go for each other’s tits and pussies… which is what you both are doing right now. “Ewa one point for pussy claw!” I say raising my left hand showing one finger. But as I’m giving Ewa the point she hits me with her hips. Obviously not intentional since Kim is yanking her hair down but I don’t let that stop me from raising one hand and spanking her lovely pale ass hard. “Watch it slut!” I say… keeping my hand on Ewa’s butt a second longer than it’s needed to SQUEEEZE IT.
Score – Ewa: 7; Kim: 10
Michael loves it when I fight either of these two women, but especially when I fight Ewa. Win or lose, fucked or the one fucking this Polish cxnt, for a whole week on I’m on edge. For a whole week, I’m sexually charged. As soon as I’m able to move, I can’t stop fucking and sucking. I can’t stop wanting to make him cum. There’s just something about this bitch that every part of me reacts too. It only took one fight together to make us both international stars. One fight to ensure that as long as we were both in the league, we were going to do this over and repeatedly until… only god knows when it will end. Or how. Round 2 starts with claws to tits, and then claws to pussy, and I grab Ewa’s head and hair and yank her down, screaming and calling her a slut and cxnt and every name I can think of ass my pussy burns from her claws even if we both know that could have been much worth. And then I see Natalia there. I smirk, I turn hard, and BUMMPPPP Ewa’s ass goes crashing into Natalia.
“Mmmmm that’s it Natty… SPANK THIS CHEAP POLISH WHORE!” I shout out for you two but also for the crowd who screams out at the spanking, but just as I scream it out you lunge forward and make me scream again, but this time in pain. “OWWWWWWWWWWW GOODDDD DAMN WHORE!!!!!!!” I shout out as you lunge into me and push your face into my breasts, one place most girls are terrified to place their face, but not you. Not bold, wild Ewa. You bury your face and then bite, biting into my bra, and I can feel your teeth tearing the fabric and pushing into my skin. My nipple comes exposed as the fabric tears, and I feel your strong wet tongue poking at the hard nub as my areolae are caught in your teeth. I scream and reach out on instinct, my hands shooting down the sides of your body, so smooth and sexy and covered in a thin layer of sweat. My hands slide down, caressing down your skin, and then my fingers curl, my nails sink in, and I start to pull my nails back up your sides to your midsection and slowly making my way towards your hanging breasts.
I’m bent over… GAWD I FUCKING hate typing that…. once more, before this TRAMP… And what’s worse, is the chicken-SHIT Latina behind me, who pounces back and lifting my skirt, she SPANKS my right butt cheek SO hard, pushing her own manicure nails into it, and making me yelp out in pain… My eyes fill with tears, as I feel the immense tug on my scalp, but I try to persevere… I need to… get… something… My fucking pound of flesh from this redheaded cxnt… And I press my face… Not just my teeth, not my lips, my entire FACE into her right tit… So much that my own nose dents the firm flesh inwards and pushes enough lace-covered creamy meat into my mouth to bite. And I go to fucking town. I bite hard, just like the cxnt bit my shoulder, that still stings… And oh gawd, lovely… just fucking lovely… SING FOR ME SLUT!!!
I can hear the crowd going loud, watching this nearly porno go on… Natty behind me, her hand pressed on my ass, inside my skirt… Me bent over, my mouth on Kim’s tit… If anyone had no clue what was going on, they would have had a VERY different theory about the surroundings, but the look of pain on Kim’s face should give a clue, as my own face is totally concealed with the huge mass that is her right F-cup… I can feel the naked skin against my teeth now, but the torn lace is pressing against my throat and soon begins to trigger my gag reflex, just in time for the nails to jam into my sides and RAKKEEE up…
“FFFUUUUCCKKKKKK!!” I cry out in pain my body jolting back, no longer pulled down I arch backward, but your nails stick to my skin, raking and leaving five trains on each of my sides, from my slim hips up the obliques, along the ribs before your hands sink into my breasts… I cry out in pain, and I stumble back, my hands slapping at your wrists, but once again… BUMPPP!! My body hits our revered referee, and I can feel the sweat-melting black and white paint smear my back, but most importantly, the hard-as bullets nipples gouging at my shoulder blades, blocking my retreat and allowing Kim to close in, cupping my tits in a picture-perfect dual tit claw!!
Ewa’s ass feels so good in my hand I almost don’t want to let it go. But I have to… and I have to step away from you two before you bump into me again. I look at Kim frowning a bit as she goads me to spank Ewa some more… “Keep your mouth shut bitch… I’m the ref here!” I yell pointing at Kim with one finger as she pushes the sexy Ewa into me. “Ughhhh ” I groan as I feel Ewa’s sexy back against my rock-hard nipples and her delicious ass against my crotch. I instinctively wrap my arms around Ewa’s body, just loving how it feels…her curves are simply divine…. and watching her scream in pain from this close makes me purr. She feels so good, she looks so good…and she smells so good I can resist rubbing my wet crotch against her ass as she gets her tits clawed. I rub myself against Ewa’s back a bit more, keeping her trapped there for Kim to torture and then step back. Feeling a bit guilty for helping Kim I move behind her and SPANK her ass harder, grabbing the left cheek and SQUEEZE it… “One point deducted from Kim for pushing a Pole slut into the ref!” I announce with a mischievous smile on my face.
Score – Ewa: 7; Kim: 9
We’re surrounded by horny screaming fans, a ref who literally can’t hide her arousal because her wetness is mixing with the paint and running down her legs, and if our past fights tell us anything, Ewa and I are well on our way to that frenzied sexual state as well. It’s not often that by the end of these matches when one finally has the right to fuck the other, it’s no longer just a desire or a nice punishment, but it’s necessary, it’s become all that we can think about.
Even as Ewa bites me and I scream, while Natty keeps her claws in Ewa’s ass and squeeze, as Ewa’s tongue stabs and slides across my nipple, uhnnnnnnn… I feel that shudder between my legs. But that little jolt of pleasure isn’t enough to distract me from the intense pain in my throbbing breast as your teeth sink in, and I do what I would naturally do… I claw. I slide my hands down your body and start to pull up, dragging them up your sides, over your obliques and ribs and up to your tits, and I just latch on. The crowd erupts as you shoot up in pain and they get an even better view of what’s happening. “I got ’em now BITCH!” I say to you as you start to pull away, and I just smirk, because I can already see it before it happens.
Ewa backs right up into Natty who is trying to retreat, but Natty… she seems ready. Natty doesn’t stumble or pull back. Instead, she wraps her arms around Ewa’s waist and pulls her into her, and for a moment it’s like two of them, one naked and one half-naked, are slow dancing out on the dance floor. It would be a beautiful image of one gorgeous bitch between two incredibly beautiful women if it weren’t for Ewa’s screams and my nails in Ewa’s breasts. I just look at Natty as smile as I step up fully, straight in front of Ewa and claw into her breasts and squeeze her firm full flesh. The crowd is screaming, people are high fiving, and I finally look at Natty and I smile… . and that’s when her demeanor starts to change.
She goes from rubbing herself on Ewa’s ass like that polish booty was her own personal sexy toy and then steps back. She does spank her again, squeezing her ass as my nails sink in Ewa’s magnificent flesh oozes through my fingers, and then she says it. She deducts a point from me for pushing Ewa into her. “WHAT THE FUCK!” I scream and shove Ewa back again by her tits, but in that distracted moment I shift my attention from Ewa to Natty, and Ewa’s warning about paying attention to her instead of Natty, proved prophetic. Ewa’s claws come up and sink into my abs, and I scream… “AWWWWWW FUCKKKKKK… UWHNNN BITCH!!!” I shout out as my arms tense and keeping my grip on your ass becomes harder from the intense pain as we stand here in this double claw hold.
“AAAAAAAAAHIIIEEEHHH!!!!” My head rolls back, and I just WAILLLLL out in freaking pain… My back is pinned to Natty, who wastes no time wrapping her arms around me… FUCK… If this were a fight between her and me, I would probably lose the round if that tough, crafty cxnt got that kind of position on me… But with Kim assaulting my tits, I know I’m completely at the mercy of the ref, who holds me for no less than two fucking hours… at least it feels that way, even though the clock barely ticks down 30 seconds before she releases me… But the result is nasty, deep, and UGLY gouges on my tits from Kim’s claws, and as Natty side-steps Kim pushes me back as I just cry out before Natty utters the verdict, a point… for ME???
What the FUCK is going on?? But I don’t fucking protest, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth, especially with Kim’s claws coming off me and her half turning to face our cheating, diabolical ref, who clearly has NO interest of settling this fight fairly… We’re four minutes already into the round, and I know I’m getting my ass kicked… So… Yeah, if she’s going to suddenly give me an assist, I’ll bloody take it!!
And what’s more, is that Kim is going to take TEN fucking nails stabbing into her abs!! Well, my preferred targets would be her tits, raking and ripping off her bra completely to get an easy point… But with the pain to my chest I am hunched over, to cover my mauled tits, and the wash-board, Sports-Illustrated worthy abs are my targets as I jam my nails in and cause the redhead to just CRY out and stumble back… I push wildly like a bull stabbing its horns in her guts; well, my claws, cuz I don’t have horns, BECAUSE I AM NOT A SHE-DEVIL LIKE FUCKING NATALIA; but I still go for it, twisting my nails, until I feel a smack raining at my wrists, knocking my arms off, and I stumble, my shoulder pressing into Kim’s hip….
And before I know it I feel them, her exposed right tit, and covered left pressing on my back, she bends over, and her left arm wraps around my waist, holding me in place, and then; “AAWWHHH!!!” That damn left claw grabbing my left tit, holding on to it to secure the hold, as her right hand reaches down and starts to rip, shred, and TUG at my leather skirt, which took enough punishment it just slides down my thighs… My hands begin to slap and scratch, clawing at the black stockings, and we tumble down, dropping to our knees, my body arched, my tits brushing against the mats, with Kim arched over me, holding me down and shredding my skirt completely.
I step back… putting some distance between myself and Kim as I’m pretty sure she is going to be very, very pissed with my scoring. The fans are going nuts again, some booing loudly but most of them cheering the erratic refereeing. I smile and look at Kim, acting like I’m completely innocent, even blowing Kim a kiss right before Ewa gets her hands on her. And Kim’s distraction costs her a lot of pain…but she is quick to react and strike back… “Kim claims skirt… One point!” I yell cheerful, loving this referee thing a lot more than I had anticipated.
Score – Ewa: 7; Kim: 10
The next few moments feel like chaos. My hands are clawing Ewa’s breasts. Her claws are sinking into my tight abs and working on my core. Natty backing away. I swing down, realizing my hands are too weak to hold the claw with this bitch’s nails pressing into my toned abs, and instead I swing my arm down, knocking her hands from me, causing Ewa to stumble forward. I lunge, looking right up at Natty who… fuck… maybe her calling in this league is to be the bait that makes other girls do awful things to each other just for the chance to fuck her.
“BITCH!” I shout as I bend over Ewa and grab her gorgeous left tit. I squeeze, mainly to hold her as I tug and tear at her skirt as her nails scratch as my stalking and we tear at each other wildly until we both collapse to our knees with me atop you and Natty standing over you, like two pets resting at their mistress’s feet and doing to each other whatever she pleases.
I push at your skirt, yanking and pulling and pushing, anything to tear the fabric and get it off you until you are on your knees. My knees are spread, and your head is down there… inches away from my kitty as your tits press into the floor. I reach out and smack your ass, which looks almost bare with your thong wedged up between your cheeks from all the fighting. I let go with both and grab the fullness of that polish ass, squeezing it and then dragging my nails up over the cheeks as I pull up, moving into a sitting up position as my nails pull to your waist.
I push my nails in and squeeze as I grab your waist and turn, the crowd screaming as they know what I’m trying to do. I want to turn you, get you on your back, and slide my pussy over your mouth and start to ride you. I turn your hips, you buck hard, but you eventually turn. And I slide up, getting my hips in position and starting to lower myself as my hands slide down, grab your thong with both hands, and pull it up into your pussy, wedging it further inside you as I hold it like reins as I go to ride your face with my naked, wet sex.
My teeth clench, I’m in trouble. FUCKING AGAIN… FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! That damn headache that never fucking ceased since I was knocked out by the cxnt’s choke hold; is really slowing everything down… It’s constantly putting me EXACTLY one step back; on the reactive side… And while my reaction game is great, arguably the best in the business; it’s NEVER good to be on the defensive… And it’s something that shows to everyone as we arch over, my nails in your abs, then within seconds, we’re sinking to our knees, before our horny crowd, and hornier referee, watching the way your breasts pancake against my bare, scratched back; and mine mushroom against the mats.
Once again, I’m being worked into a very basic, almost Olympic-wrestling style hold. Except that I guess, those wrestlers don’t have FF-sized breasts to be clutched and mauled, and skirts to be tugged, worn, and shredded until all that is left is white, sweat-discolored thongs, garter belts, and stockings…
Even those last ones are so torn, gaped and shredded; there is more skin showing than hidden, and even as I try to keep my knees underneath me to stop myself from being fully pressed down; that doesn’t really matter as you recognize that, and immediately switch up, pushing your body up and your hands back to my hips, I yelp, but it’s barely heard, my face grinding into the rubber mats, and on them; I find myself tasting a rather unique mix….
A celestial cocktail; that I could perfectly decipher its components; Two parts Kimberly sweat; Two parts my own sweat; One part Natalia’s pussy juice; and lastly, one part ICKY black and white body paint from our WHORE of a fucking referee!! I feel the bitter combo as Kim twists and pulls me, and despite my knees fighting I end up flopped on my back, and I gasp as I see the pounce; so quick and precise; and with nothing but the pink, shaved folds, with a twin 2″ long scratch marks across the labia before it all goes DARK, and a THWUUUAAMPPPP sound fills my ears, and an immense pressure ensues on my skull… FUCKKKK!!
I try to disbelieve it at first, but the scent, the smell, the reeking seeping juices on my face are just overwhelming truths… The bitch is… SITTING ON MY FUCKING FACE!!! I thrash wildly… I’m so fucking rarely on the receiving end of a facesit… I think my last was in 2012 against the 200lbs Betsy Swallow; many, many years before I began my professional ‘high caliber’ career as a fighter. And while Kim certainly smells and tastes a thousand times better and lighter, I know the first lesson…
I shoot my arms up, so they don’t get pinned under your shins, and I curl them inwards, and I just send them in a FRENZY… of slaps… rakes… nail drags across Kim’s front… My hips are thrusting up wildly, trying to drag my head back and away… But it’s not even doing much… My head is PINNED; and right now, all my flailing is tugging on my own neck and hurting it… But I need to keep the fight going, slashing and slapping madly with my nails feeling both skin and lace pulling and tugging with each slash… Maybe I can get her fucking bra?
I just love how your bodies look when you are struggling, tangled so tightly that there is simply no daylight between your bodies, skin to skin, muscles tensed, and your pretty faces twisted into a grimace of agony. I want so much just to pounce and get in the middle of it, despite how painful it looks…. and I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one. If we didn’t have such tight security, I bet we would have a lot of hecklers running into the mats. “FACESIT FOR KIM… One point!” I yell really, really loud… because I know that even with the mic so close to my lips I may not be heard with the explosion of cheers coming from the fans when they see Ewa getting queened like a slut… I get on my knees and look down, trying to see if there is a pin…. starting to count. “ONE! TWO!!!!” but then Ewa shakes her body and lifts her shoulders.
Score – Ewa: 7; Kim: 11
That’s the thing about this club. Every time you agree to fight someone, you agree to fuck them too. It’s a one to one ration. That’s life in this crazy league where fighting and sex are blended and swirled together by the world’s most gorgeous, sexual, and sadistic bitches. When I close my eyes, I know exactly what both of these bitches taste like. I know what they smell like. I know what turns them on while were fucking because I’ve felt the little spasms and I know what they’ve forced me to do to their bodies. And as I ride Ewa’s face, it’s not just about a pin or a smother; it’s about riding her.
It’s about smearing myself across her and wetting as much of her face with my wetness as I can, so that every breath she takes she will inhale my scent. That kind of thing can become overwhelming to lesser woman, although Ewa has almost nothing in common with lesser women. She instantly protests both with muffled words and with slaps and claws to my thighs and sides, but I just keep grinding down, rocking my hips back and forth and rubbing my pussy, sore from her earlier claw, across her face. I can feel the sting as I rub, but… there isn’t a girl in this league who doesn’t like pain, and that stinging sensation only makes me rub harder.
The crowd is screaming as loudly and passionately as they have all night as I sit atop my most passionate rival like this, and their shouting and cheers only escalate when Ewa moves her hands from my thighs and sides to my bra and exposed tits. Natty starts to count the pin but as Ewa reaches up her shoulders come up. “UHNNNNN FUCKING DIRTY BITCH!!!” I shout as your fingers grasp my tits, grabbing as the underside of my bra. You squeeze and start to pull catching as much flesh in your fingers as you can, which isn’t the most effective way to tear off someone’s bra, but that’s not your only goal. I arch back, pulling on your thong and sawing it into your clit until the fabric snaps in my hands just as my shoulder straps snaps and my bra comes pulling down in your hands.
“YOU cxnt!!!” I shout as your pull harder on my bra until the claps tears as well and the whole things tears off in your hands, and as you do I stumble to the side, my hips coming off you just a bit, my right hand resting on the mat and my left resting on your sweaty abs. I left my left hand and slap it down hard to the cheers of the crowd, digging my nails in and pulling over your now exposed sex just as you did to me at the start of this round…
I’m on my back, and I can no longer hear the roars as loudly and clearly as they used to be… They are muffled… As your inner thighs close on my head, pressing onto my ears; I just arch and kick even wider. But I feel your palm on my crotch, your nails lightly grazing my sex and inner thighs… That sensation alone freezes me for a moment, but then I feel you gripping my white, soaked panties, tugging on them… I YELP, and I feel pretty grateful I’m lasered down there, or the sensation of the wet fabric tugging on the hairs would have been awful; but that relief is abruptly ended as I feel the thong just sawing up my buttocks, into my crack, as if you’re using my own panties to saw me in half…
“MMMRPPHHHH!!!!” My cry muffled, but everyone in the arena, from the very furthest seat to our referee’s premium spot can see the way my toes curl and stab into the mats, the way my hips THRUST up in the air like I’m the bride of Satan fucking my invisible prince… My buttocks clench, and my shoulder blades and head melt further into the mats, under your bare pussy and buttocks, that just grind down more.
Your fingers latch onto the thong, tugging on it, an unfired warning shot to my left-handed grip on your bra… My right hand, well, that one is pretty content sinking into your bare right breast, into the sweaty flesh, feeling the dents my teeth left earlier, as we both have a brief Mexican standoff then… RIIIIPPPP!!! SNAPPPP!!! The two last bits of garments TEAR off at the very same second… Leaving us in nothing but memories of stockings and garter belts holding on to nothing but tiny bites of lace… Your body slips to the side, and I feel your inner thigh pressing on my face and lips… A sudden, brief reprieve, but as it happens, and I begin to twist, it just happens…
That… sensation… The palm… pressing just inches above the clit… Right on the womb… That GRIND of the palm heel… The one that means that the fingers are arching back… Primed to strike like the tails of five scorpions… And a moment after, it happens… The fingers clamp, and the nails jab into my labia… I SHRIEEEK in pain, my mouth managing to part as your misaligned body gets its chance to slide back in place, and the nails just stab in….. Gouging and clawing my kitty… And instantly the taste of sweaty thigh is augmented by that of soaking kitty as you press back into my head, and despite my muffled ears, I can hear Natalia’s voice rise again… The count… This time, it feels almost in high-speed… Accelerating… One — Two — Four — Seven — Nine!!
I lay on my tummy on the mats, rubbing my sweaty, painted tits on the padded floor, pushing my feet up as I lower my her to take a very good look at Ewa’s shoulders. Starting to count the pin each time her sexy shoulders are down. “ONE… TWO…THREE… FOUR……” Ewa breaks the pin, and I have to restart the count a few times… until my attention is drawn to your clothes again as you exchange them… Kim is taking the bottoms while Ewa takes the top. “Kim claims thong… Ewa claims bra…” I yell signaling points on each hand….and then Kim’s hand goes to Ewa’s pussy….and I wish so much it would be my hand clawing that pussy.
“Pussy claw for Kim… One point!” I yell showing another finger in my right hand as I move my head over to take a peek at Ewa’s pussy… I’ve seen it so many times… sometimes from way too close, but still I want to see it again… and check if she is as wet as I am. Then I realize Ewa’s shoulders are down again… and I drop once more flat on my tummy, with my perky tits mushroomed on the mats to count. “ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN NINE TEN!!!!!…. Pin for KIM… THREE POINTS!” I yell…. and then push myself to my knees and pounce on Kim, putting my hands on her tits and pushing her back and off Ewa… “OFF HER BITCH… TO YOUR SIDE!” I order around as I break the lockup… I just love bossing them around… if I could only do this without getting fucked, I’ll be referee all the time.
Score – Ewa: 8; Kim: 15
The pull means that we are essentially naked. It’s certainly not the first time we’ve been naked together, and I’m certain it won’t be the last, but it does mean that every last piece of “armor” that could have protected us from each other’s nails or teeth is gone. Completely gone. And we are completely exposed to each other in this vicious game as we fight not just for the right to fuck each other, but for the right to fuck our sensual and sexy referee. But we don’t hesitate, yanking the last bits of our clothing from each other’s bodies.
My tits now fully exposed, but so is your sex. The vicious two-way pull sends me stumbling, but not completely off you. My right hand on the mat, my left on your pelvis, in striking distance. It’s a bitch move, but we didn’t join this league to make friends. My nails sink in and pull up your pussy. The crowd screams and Natty moves down to get a look at Ewa’s pussy as my nails dance across her sensitive skin. And then Natty shifts, noting the pin, and she begins to count.
“You fucking cxnt,” I moan down to you, not as a response to pain but almost to myself to justify what I’m doing to you. My hips slide back into place fully over your face, and Natty’s count begins as I spread my knees and just smear down, spreading my pussy across Ewa’s mouth, and nose as Natty’s slams the mat and the crowd shouts with her to a delicious ten count. I pull my fingers from your pussy just as the crowd shouts out the number 10 and Natty’s hand connect, but not before taking a quick swipe at your clit just to make my point. I toss my head up, smiling as the crowd cheers when suddenly I feel Natty’s hands on my tits shoving me backward and off you.
I fall back, landing on my back awkwardly with my ass on Ewa’s face and then rolling to the side. “Fucking bitch!” I shout back at Natty again who seems to relish every chance she has to be in control, which is quite a funny attitude to have for someone who is going to lose all control as soon as this fight is over. The clock stops, and I roll to my side and then to my knees, resting a good couple feet away from you two as I breathe in deeply and smirk as I see a distinct glistening shine on Ewa’s face and her matted hair as the event lights shine down on her naked body and honey smeared face.
The thrashing is not doing me much… My best attempts, the absolute best of them are just drawing me draws… Shredding your bra just as you tear at my thong, then… I just find myself standing there… naked… In that desolate wasteland…. nothing on the horizon… Just… absolutely NOTHING in every direction… Sure, I took your top, your last bit of clothing that ‘counts,’ but you too mine too… We’re both bare naked except for worthless, free-hanging garter belts and stockings that do not cover an inch higher than our knees and perform rather poorly south of that…
There is no direction and no clue… All I can do is shut my eyes, then… EEEEEEEEEKKK!!! the pain erupts in my kitty as you grab at it and squeeze, sinking the nails in the labia as the count just…. sprints past my mind like Natalia uttered all ten numbers in one breath. And before I can even muster what happened I see the lights back on and the thrust of our BELOVED referee yanking her off me…
But even then, Kim doesn’t topple completely off me, her rather considerable FAT FUCKING ASS remains on my face even as Natty pushes and wrestles her away, and I roll to the side, coughing and sputtering… My face… Well, it’s gleaming, but let’s just say it’s not all sweat and tears this time… There is something else, that fills my nostrils that is driving me CRAZY mad with rage, as I sputter and push up to my knees… I see Natalia pushing at Kim, trying to get ‘order’ back in the ring… My eyes glance up, and I see the digits, we’re well past halfway past the 6th minute… And I know I’m barely now with half the points of this redheaded cxnt… I don’t know what’s going on… I have no clue what voodoo magic she’s using, but the gap is just… getting… wider…
So instead of backing off to my corner, I just remember one tiny fact… The clock… never… stopped… It never stopped ticking whether Natalia called it or not… Sure… the bitch can control the score, but not the time… And I just dig my toenails into the mats, and as I watch Natty’s back turned to me, pushing at Kim I LAUNCH myself, slamming my tits into Natalia’s, painted back, my arms swinging wildly around her… My nails, all ten of them stabbing at Kim’s bare, exposed tits, trying to use the impact to send Kim to her back, with Natalia sandwiched between us, and acting as a mock-shield to my tits and pussy, while I tear Kim to SHREDS!
I giggle as I push Kim away and point my finger to her side of the mats with authority. I bet neither of these two dumb bitches noticed I skipped number eight in the pin count. Not that it would have mattered since Ewa was totally under control. My hands in Kim’s breasts squeeze them as I force her to retreat. “don’t get cocky just because you are winning bitch… I can take away your points just as easily as I give them…” I threaten Kim, loving to have such control of the situation…. even if I know I’m going to lose it completely once the fight ends…
And then I feel a hard impact behind me… or more likely TWO hard impacts as Ewa’s big breasts slam on my back, and I’m pushed forward into Kim! My perky breasts pressed against Kim’s bigger pair while Ewa’s even bigger ones mushroom against my back and suddenly I find myself trapped between the two sluts. “UGHHHHH!” I scream, my arms sliding over Kim’s shoulders as my forehead slams into hers and our lips press in a most painful kiss.
“FUCKING cxnt!” I scream at Natty as she gets between Ewa and me. Being naked, having felt that bitch’s face under me and her pussy in my claws has my adrenaline spiking and I’m ready to go as Ewa stands and we both move to our feet, but Natty, because she wants to be the boss of this whole fucking wild adventure, stands between us with her back to Ewa and facing me as she continues to order me back to my side of the mat. She’s bitching back at me, threatening to take points away when I scream out, “WATCH… .” But I never finish the sentence. Ewa comes crashing into Natty, quite obviously using her as a weapon and shield, and send her crashing into me.
The burrito bitch’s smaller, but no less sexy body collides with mine polish devil cxnt’s nails find my large breasts and sink in, and we all go toppling back to the mat. My head almost hits outside the mat on the harder floor as I fall to my ass and then onto my back and my head bounces and Natty’s collides with mine as we both grunt and are dazed. Her lips fall to mine, her legs seem to magically, or maybe quite intentionally, slide into position between mine so that our naked, wet pussies smear together and our lips press. Mine push out against hers, but not for a lover’s kiss, but to scream, as Ewa twists her hands and sink her nails deeper into my breasts and my body squirms and writhes in pain against Natty’s incredible body.
I slap at Ewa’s sides, screaming up against Natty’s lips as I feel the polish cxnt’s nails pressing into my breasts. And that’s when Natty, the fucking bitch, start to kiss me. Her lips curl before she does and she whispers as if breathless with a lover (although with the mic everyone in the place can hear her), “el dolor es placer” and she thrust her lips to mine. My own are already open as I scream, and she slides her tongue in, grinding herself against me and rubbing her kitty on mine as she licks across my tongue. “FUUUUUUUUU FUUUUUUUU” I scream out, Natty’s lips stopping me from forming the whole world, and I reach out under Natty’s arm for Ewa’s hanging hair.
I grab, twisting it in my fingers and yanking down, trying to force Ewa to headbutt Natty’s head as I buck with my hips, trying to thrust and turn, but Natty keeps grinding down on me, and if throwing one of you bitches off me wasn’t hard enough, getting two off is proving to be frustratingly. “FUCK!” I shout, finally able to free my lips from Natty’s probing mouth and unsure if the headbutt even worked. I release with my left hand and only pull with my right as my left drops down, drives claws first into Ewa’s side, and I try to throw her off Natty’s back with one hand pulling and the other pushing.
Does this even MAKE FUCKING SENSE??? Does flipping attacking the bloody ref make any as I realistically press, grind, and pin my rival down, but with the tissue-paper-thin figure of authority and the rule of law sandwiched between us? But at this point, I truly don’t fucking care… I’m so far behind on points; I might as well spend the rest of this round raking, mauling, punishing Kim into a worse state to begin a desperate, run to the mill round 3…
Seven points… Seven… Seven… SEVEENNN!!! Is all I can hear in my ears as my hands find themselves trapped between Natalia’s perfect D’s and Kim’s F’s… Natty’s nipples are stabbing into the back of my palms, while Kim’s try to bore through the front to touch their kin… But they don’t… They fucking don’t because it’s my NAILS stabbing into Kim’s tanned flesh, clawing and crushing using the weight just to grind down…
I fully expect to hear our referee’s bitchy, high-pitched, screechy, and poorly pronounced objections filling the air… But I don’t… All I hear are moans, groans, and sloppy smacks of lips… It takes me a split second to realize what’s happening… You are… making out?? I almost throw up into Natty’s hair at the prospect of your filthy lips pressed together and your tongues exploring the other’s throats… But the groans from Kim’s lips keep the hope alive… Natty CLEARLY have no freaking care in the world to Kim’s pain, that I just DOUBLE down on, clawing and mauling her tits savagely…
Her right one, in particular, the one I bit earlier, the one that held its own, I try to gouge into more, as I rock my hips, GRINDING my bare kitty into Natty’s ass… But it’s not all strategy… fuck no… I’m actually turned on… and it’s evident by my seeping juices as I grind into the Latina’s tight round buttocks, and in turn, pressing her naked kitty into Kim’s… the black and white pain slowly smearing itself from the ref, and onto the combatant’s kitties and hips…
Kim thrusts up, trying to throw me off, but I grimace, and barely, BARELY avoid falling off… Again, with 220+ lbs. on her chest, the thrust was not very successful, so I reach out and grab at Kim’s arms, straight into the biceps… I dig my nails in and PUSH down… Trying to pin the arms down, and I just GRIND my naked tits into Natty’s shoulder blades, pressing down… I try to spread my legs for balance, and I just purr into Natty’s arms… “Count … us… ref… Count us… A full… body… pin… Fucking… Count… this… bitch…
And now I’m trapped between the two hottest wildcats in the business, turned into a cute little sandwich… and I can’t deny that although it hurts, it feels amazing. I’m a bit overwhelmed by the whole situation… Ewa rubbing her voluptuous body behind me and Kim rubbings hers…or more like I’m rubbing mine on hers… I can feel my legs slipping between Kim’s legs and with Ewa humping my ass I have no alternative but to hump Kim’s pussy with mine… which only helps to get my juices flowing even more than before. I get a bit carried away, humping Kim and kissing her delicious lips… I even take the chance to bite Kim’s lower lip and suck it a bit… then break the kiss and raise my head a bit to yell at Ewa for attacking me…. and for grinding my ass with her pussy…. when I hear her demand that I count Kim…
“Fuck you cxnt!” I yell at Ewa… turning my head, so my lips are close to her left cheek…and then spitting into her face. “GET off me!” I demand… but then I feel another thrust…and I moan aloud into the mic… making the fans go insane… With Ewa’s pussy grinding my ass and my own pussy grinding Kim I feel like it won’t be long before I am cumming….and I really don’t want to have to endure that humiliation…on top of all the others I’ll probably have to endure tonight…. so, I start counting…. and rather quickly as Ewa continues fucking me from behind and forcing me to fuck Kim… “ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN…EIGHT…NINE… TEN…Pin for Ewa… now get the fuck off me!”
Score – Ewa: 11; Kim: 15
Ewa… fuck that whore. But Natty. If she called me late at night, told me no fight she just wanted to fuck each other all night in the shower, I would be there in a heartbeat. I’d still shave her pussy bare the next night and kick her ass from one side of the mat to the other, but gawd would I fuck this hot Mexican whore. That’s all I can think of, her and I in the shower, going down on each other, fucking each other with strapons, making out, sucking each other’s breasts, and fucking wildly for hours and hours as she grinds down on top of me. Her pussy rubs against mine as I scream out in pain and pleasure. The crowd is on its feet screaming as one of the most fucked up threesome imaginable takes place before their eyes.
Two women who hate each other on the outside, sticking their nails into each other’s flesh and tearing at each other’s skin as the both grinding their pussies on the ref, one on her sweet pussy, the other on her sexy ass. I stab into Ewa’s skin and pull her hair, but her hands meet my arms immediately and thrust them down to the mat as she starts to scream about a full pin, but with her hands off my tits, the shock of nails in my breasts, tearing at the same place this whore bit me is gone, and for the moment, I indulge, bringing my lips to Natty’s and kissing her wildly as I grind myself up against her, clit to clit, trying to distract her from Ewa’s insistent demands as her nails bite into my arm and keep me pinned to the floor.
I smile as Natty spits back into Ewa’s face, but despite my best efforts, Natalia seems eager to get out of this position. And I think I know why. I remember our shower fight. Just me and her in a small glass shower with nothing a showerhead and a strapon. I remember how that bitch caved when I touched her ass. I remember how she begged for more as I fucked her from behind. But now Ewa’s is the one behind her, fucking herself against Natty’s ass, and I see it. That look is so familiar. She’s close. This fucking whore is close but… fuck… I think I am too. I smile for a second as Natalia brings her face to mine. I think she’s going in for another kiss, but instead, the bitch starts to count. ONE TWO THREE… she’s speeding through the numbers right to 10.
“NOOOO FUCKING BITCH… YOU FUCKING BITCH!” I shout up at her, directly into her face as she continues to trib with me in this Natty sandwich. But she just smirks as she calls out 10 and announces the pin for Ewa. “YOU cxnt!!! YOU STUPID FUCKING cxnt!” I shout, yanking my right hand free from Ewa’s grasp as she let’s go on the count of 10, and as Ewa slides off Natty I pull my hand back and just start to smack and spank Natty’s ass hard… “YOU… CHEAP… LITTLE… SLUT!!!!!!”
I grunt and struggle… There is a little river of sweat flowing between Natty and me, and her and Kim… The two rivers making our bodies slip, grind, and feel a bit… unstable… It’s almost impossible to secure any position; if not for Natty’s… clear… and total WILLINGNESS to comply… The horny Mexicana is always, ALWAYS ready to fuck… Even when we fought, it’s like nothing I’ve ever done… In the midst of the nastiest, most intense of duels, she would pause, to lick my cheeks… To grind her putty or ass against my body… To drag her nipples across mine… A complete and utter nymphomaniac to the very core; I know that right now, her body’s desire to just grind down on Kim, especially in such dominant position will supersede her anger over mine.
The kiss proves it. And even though I get worried for a second when she screeches into my ears to get off… My pussy grinding on her ass is all it takes for her to roll her head back, resting it on my shoulder, and allowing Kim’s eyes and mine to meet… And I can see the FURY and rage in Kim’s… Her teeth clenched… She snaps her teeth at me, but with Natty between us, she can’t reach… And I SNAP back wildly at her… “Fuck YOUUUU!!!” — “No BITCH… Fuck YOUUUU!!!” We scream loudly, our voices amplified through Natty’s mic to everyone, with the speedy count recited until suddenly I hear the words; 11-15… FUCK ME!! I DID it… I’m not there yet, but despite the pains and adversity, the gap has been shrunk…
And as expected, Kim goes into a FRENZY… Screaming, cussing Natty out… Roaring at her as she wrestles her right arm out of my grip, and SMACK it down on Natalia’s ass, and I would have LAUGHED it off if I had it in me, but I just kick back and roll away… Watching Natty still splayed down on Kim… The crowd… They are in another world; another planet, another universe… ROARING as they can see my body, with Natty’s referee top and panties smudged across my tits and hips; and they can watch the ref splat over Kim, as I smirk and then POUNCE, not at Kim, but just behind her, my hands gripping her red hair and YANKING it back, tugging, almost as if I’m trying to straighten her head and lengthen her neck, but with Natty’s weight on her, it’s not really dragging her; it’s just putting weight on her vertebrae, as I YANK harshly and look up at Natty; “Come on Natty… You’re so freaking close… CUM… Just freaking CUM on this worthless ink slut!!!” Twisting my fingers in Kim’s hair, trying to trick Natalia into remaining as a dead rock on her chest while she CUMS, to allow me to torment and damage Kim’s neck for a bit longer!
I count as fast as I can, giving Ewa what she wants to save myself from the embarrassment of being forced to cum… but it is a bit too late for me. Trapped between two heavenly bodies like these and getting fucked from both sides it isn’t easy to resist the urge… especially when I was already so horny from watching these two bitches fight. I bite my lower lip trying to stop the moaning, but I just can’t. Ewa’s pussy is grinding my ass and Kim’s own sex against mine, clit to clit… with their bodies covering mine almost engulfing it completely I just can’t control myself…. and then Kim starts spanking me… and Ewa starts demanding me to cum… and that’s more than I can take… I start moaning like a porn slut….out of control into the mic that is inches from my lips, making the crowd go completely insane…. and CUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM… my pussy flooding as I squirt into Kim’s sex… feeling my whole body going limp between you two. My mind almost shutting as my vision gets blurry and my head swims a bit. I want to stay between your bodies forever… squirting and drooling over Kim…
Score – Ewa: 11; Kim: 15
[Our referee got a little confused in her orgasmis bliss, but Ewa and I talked it out peacefully and got the matter sorted – Ewa S: (Fuck you Kim… You’re fucking lucky Natty is between us… Take us from her post… And that I’m still laying on her back bitch, and see what happens to you); Kimberly: (Fuck you, Ewa)]
The sizable lead I had shrinks, although doesn’t disappear, in what feels like an instant as this cxnt counts from 1-10 faster than she’s ever counted in her life. She’s desperate to get free. Desperate not to cum like a fucking little weak whore in the middle of someone else’s fight. But that’s exactly where this is heading, and all she did was fucking cost me point. So, I slap at her ass, spanking her firm cheek as it bulges out to the side as Ewa grinds down on her and spreads her. My hips buck with each slap, and I send my clit driving up into Natalia’s as Ewa grinds down…
“OH MY GOD… YOU FUCKING SLUT!!!” I shout into Natalia’s microphone as her moans fill the arena and the people go crazy. People know what they are getting into when they buy tickets to this public showing, and Natty’s not the only one groaning in orgasmic release. I can feel her gushing against me, flooding her honey against my kitty and making me feel all warm between the legs as a puddle forms between us on the ground. I bring my lips to hers… She’s too damn sexy to cum like that without anyone kissing her, and I kiss her softly, my hand up, rubbing over to Ewa’s side as the ref seems lost in orgasmic bliss between us.
And that’s when I grab Ewa’s hair again, and I pull hard to the side, trying to catch her off guard and pull her off me, but… fuck… this whore wants to be between us, and I’m just not inclined to give up the chance. So, I make sure she doesn’t go anywhere. My legs come up and grab her around the sides as I turn hard to the right, pulling with my right hand and thrusting with my left hip. Natalia’s body so limp it slides slightly to my right, and that’s all the leverage I need to send this Natalia sandwich rolling over onto our side.
I breathe in deep, finally able to fully breathe again as the weight of you two bitches comes off my chest, and freeing Natty to turn as she might please between us. My left hand reaches out, reaching across Natty as my right arm lays under our heads and pulls on on Ewa’s hair, and I grab Ewa’s clawed, slightly bruised, and very sore right breast. I grab for the nipple, clenching it in my knuckles, and I pull, pulling Ewa into Natty as my left leg kicks through Natty’s legs and aims my sharp toenails as Ewa’s right shin to kick and drag down her skin.
I feel every bit of reverberation, every twitch, every thrust going through our ref’s body, as she practically, and in a sense, quite literally MELTS between us… The paint completely runny now and imprinting a discount version across our breasts and hips; although only Kim’s shaved kitty gets the fade imprint of the smudged straps on them. But between the two of us, surely Kim is the one to get the Lion’s share of Natty’s CUM that explodes and smears over her thighs… For a moment we just grind and try to recollect ourselves.
We’re not strangers to this, to this rare, explosive, Supernova-like moments of pleasure amidst the pain, anguish, and agony of long battles… But this time, we are not directly involved with the cumming, gushing, leaky Mexican… She is just… a buffer between us, and with nearly a minute and a half left on the clock, we go back to grapple at the other… I feel the grip on my hair, the other on my right tit, and I YELP in pain, I reach for Kim, but before I can secure my grips we are rolled over to our sides…
And from there, I can feel the nails BITING into my tit flesh and making me yelp in pain, the hand in my hair YANKING me forwards and thumping my face into the back of Natty’s skull… “UUNGGHHHHH!!” I feel lucky that it hit the bridge of my nose, or it would have been hurt way worse, but the sudden pain allows Kim to roll us over further and now I’m on my back with Kim on top, and Natty still being the stuffing of this nakedness Sandwich… I grimace, my right hand going for Kim’s hair, gripping it and with a shriek I pull DOWN, trying to bump her forehead into Natty’s… I mean… we both know how our ref is not straight in the head, so a bit more brain damage can’t really hurt, now can it???
As my left hand slides around and I sink my nails into Kim’s right butt, and I mean, the crack, my nails slipping between the curvy, muscles glutes, and then as the digits vanish into her crack, I curl them and STAB into the soft, sensitive, non-muscular tissue, gouging my nails and clawing hard, my thumbnail jamming into the hard cheek as I claw and twist, twisting my body to the left, and slowly trying to roll us over again… At this point, I don’t know how we would score any points… And neither seem to care, all we want is just to… HURT… the other more… pluck just one more hair from her scalp, and add one more scar to her skin…
With Ewa behind me and Kim in front there is really no way for me to last long…. and I cum so hard and long that I feel almost as if my soul had left my body for a bit, my legs trembling as my whole body spasms. I’m sure this is going to win this year’s Forced Orgasm of the Year award… though not sure which one of you two is going to be given the trophy. My body is still numb, making me feel limp like a ragdoll…but you two are still fighting it out! We get rolled to our sides, and I start to come over… and quickly realize I need to get OUT of here. “BREAK IT BITCHES… BREAK IT!” I yell as I squirm between you two.
Looking at the clock and seeing we are almost at the end of round two…. but not sure if you are going to break up even after the buzz sounds. The fans have been on edge for the last minutes, and they get even louder as they see us rolling…until Ewa ends on the bottom and I’m once again sandwiched… this time with Kim on top. I have barely any breath left after being crushed into and orgasm, now with my ass pressed against Ewa’s sex while Kim’s hips grind on mine. I raise one arm waiving it in the air like calling for help… but absolutely nobody is going to come to my aid. “BITCHES STOP!” I yell, and then I feel Kim’s head bumping into mine… almost knocking me out.
Score – Ewa: 11; Kim: 15
I knew I wanted to be a fighter since I was a little girl watching the new Olympic event… catfighting. I don’t even know how many fights I’ve had since then, but I know one thing for certain, in all of those fights, I’ve never been in a situation like this. I’ve never tried to fight someone with someone else between us. It might make the most sense, even if we just want to hurt each other and that’s all that was at play here, for us to break, reset, and get back to a more traditional style of catfighting. But what the fuck is traditional about this league or this fight. Who puts the three of us into a fight together and expects something normal to happen.
No, we keep fighting with lost-in-orgasm-land Natalia between us. I pull your hair and pull you off us, twisting and turning the sandwich on its side as I lay my arm across Natty, almost like I’m hugging her, and dig my nails into your breast and nipple. Natty seems to be coming to our senses as she screams for us to break it, but neither of us listens. We just keep fighting, trying to inflict pain on each other, trying to hurt each other more as round 2 prepare to come to a close. The roll continues, rolling us on to Ewa’s back and Natty starts to really scream as she’s crushed between our bodies. She waves her hand like she expects the fucking REF to come help her. She orders us to stop. But we don’t. I came here to hurt this bitch tonight, and that’s what I’m going to do with every second that I can.
But as I grip tighter on Ewa’s breast, I feel her hand reaching around Natty and grabbing my ass. I expect the claws, and I tighten, not feeling the other grabbing my hair and yanking my forehead, which was already pretty close to Natty’s, down into her head. It hurts, but not as much as your nails, pushing and grabbing my ass, pulling on my cheek and then stabbing down into the crack of my ass and making me scream out. My head pulls back… “FUCKING SLUT!!!!!!!!!” I shout as your nails, intentionally or not, scratch across my tight hole, which could be really bad if things go south.
Ewa pulls my hair again as we scream and sends this sandwich falling to its side again as Natty continues to scream for us to let us her go, but this time as we fall Natty’s body slides, and she falls onto her back as we lay at her sides, like two women resting on each side of our mutual love. We each have one hand under us, holding the other’s hair and tugging, and we each have one free hand. Natty tries to escape as our hands shoot across her body and trap her again. “FUCK YOU YOU POLISH cxnt!!!” I scream as I reach across Natty and jam my nails into your stomach, pulling across the skin and sweat and body pain of Natalia, dragging across slowly as I thrust my kitty to Natty’s thigh to try and protect it from your reaching fingers while the cameras zoom in for the crowd in the arena and the fans at home on our naked, warring bodies.
It’s total anarchy here, and well, I mean… what the FUCK did they expect when they instated this dimwitted cxnt of a vindictive whore to be our referee? A by-the-books fight? A handshake a pat on the butt after each round? A loop of daisies adorning her neck for the ‘Most Neutral Referee’ achievement of the year? She’s a fucking, LEAKY, HORNY, PUSSY LICKING TRAMP!!! That’s the fucking truth, and right now, she’s laying there held with nothing but our own body compression in place, as we writhe and wrestle from one position to the next, before flopping to our sides. Her arm is waving up comically and uselessly in the air, calling for a back that will not come… My left arm is trapped under her body, and it’s my only way to keep that redhaired vixen in check, holding Kim down to her side instead of pouncing on me, but unfortunately, a very similar grip is stopping me from slithering over Natalia to get at my heated and hated rival.
My right thigh and Kim’s left toss over Natty’s body as we GRIND into her, it’s not intentional, but as our legs push and poke, our knees bumping and our toes scratching at the other’s shins, all I can feel is my naked kitty GRINDING into Natty’s hip bone… Ughh… No no… fucking focus… “AAHHIIIEEE!!” The claws jab into my stomach, scratching and raking… My nails land on Kim’s upper left arm, and I start to rake down… Dragging my nails down the face of that tattoo on her arm… It’s almost I’m in a fucking fight with whoever is tattooed on it, raking over the inked cheeks and lips, scratching… But… ughhh. My hips… they keep grinding into Natty’s hip bone… I bite my lips…
I try to stop but even when I do, Natty’s body bumps into me, while it’s her will or it’s the cxnt on the other side pushing into her, but I find my body trembling… Warming up… The nails on my abs strangely… feeling like a pianist stroking on the keys perfectly, making me groan, gasp, then with a loud SQUEEEL that is magnified through the microphones; I shudder and GUSSHHH hard, cumming over Natty’s hip bone, my juices streaming and coating her right side… My mind almost shortly blacking out, but a voice in my head just screams… ‘KEEP YOUR LEFT HAND SHUT!!’ ‘KEEEP YOUR LEFT HAND SHUT’… And I just do… I keep my grip on the tuft of red hair closed as I try to keep Kim at bay on the other side of Natty’s body…
I have almost no control over my body now as you two thrash me from left to right as you battle. I’m trapped between your two bodies, and you don’t seem to care at all what happens to me as long as you can keep hurting each other. Your bodies keeping me trapped, now with our pussies grinding against my hipbones from the sides. Your bodies feel like they are burning coals…hot as hell….and your pussies pressing on my sides are even hotter. I’m completely soaked in sweat and the poor paint job that was my referee attire is now a complete mess that barely resembles anything at all. I feel like there is no escape…so dazed and still feeling numb and weak after the orgasm… it feels like I spend an eternity trapped in a tornado of luscious flesh…. but then I hear the fans counting, and I wonder for a second if there is a pin or something… but then realize they are counting backwards…and when they all scream ZERO!!!!!
The buzzer sounds loudly signaling the end of the round… but of course, it doesn’t end as you two keep fighting each other…. and I can feel Ewa cumming on my hip! “FUCKING BITCHES!” I yell furious, reminding myself I’m the one that needs to put order in here. “BREAK THE FUCK UP!!!!” I yell putting my hands under your chins and pushing both of your heads back, trying to break up this entanglement. “FUCKING BACK OFF BITCHES!!!” I yell and keep yelling and insulting you as I struggle with both of you… finally rolling to one side, I press my back into Ewa’s tits and place my bare soles against Kim’s taut tummy… and using all my muscles I stretch my body and finally manage to push you both away from each other. “BACK THE FUCK OFF!” I yell again, clearly exhausted but determined to get you both away… “GO TO YOUR FUCKING SIDES cxntS!” I push Ewa away to make her roll to her side, getting on my knees quickly to turn to Kim and push her too… finally managing to stop the round after a couple of extra minutes… I stay on my fours, panting heavily, feeling my pussy dripping.
Score at the End of Round 2 Ewa: 11; Kim: 15
I’ve never had a fight with Ewa that would classify as a typical catfight, even by the standards of this fucked up league. Every match we’ve ever had has been something special, with the both of us pushing each other as far as anyone has ever driven us, bringing out the very best and the very worst in each other. Every fight has been dripping with intensity and sexuality that always left us, well, dripping. But this. This is something out of this world.
Our legs are tossed over Natty, and we are grinding away unintentionally as we fight and claw, like she’s some double dildo stuck inside us to make sure that we get fucked as we try our damnedest to hurt each other. “FUUUUCKKK” I moan out desperately, the more I reach for this bitch, the more I am thrust against Natty, and the more I feel like I’m going to burst.
I moan and scream as your nails press into the face tattooed on my arm, the face of someone very special to me even though I only met her once. Her name is Michelle, and she’s the first woman I ever arranged a fight with. Not the first woman I fought, of course. There were bitchy wild fights in high school, especially as this was becoming more mainstream, but that’s not what I’m talking about. Michelle was the first woman who I met that want to arrange a fight for no other reason than she wanted to fight.
We talked a lot, met in a public place before going private, made sure we both wanted this, made sure we both knew what we wanted to do, and then we went and did it. It was mild compared to what I do now, but she was the first person to lock herself in a room with me and give herself entirely to me in a fight. As I laid on top of her, completely naked, with one hand mauling between her legs and the other clawing her sizeable tan breast as she cried and screamed her surrender, I knew I wanted to do this for the rest of my life. I also knew I wanted never to forget the face of this woman.
And now this bitch has her nails in Michelle’s face and my skin, clawing hard as I tear into her abs and that when… “YESSSSS YOU WHORE!” I shout across Natty as Ewa squeals, and I see that telltale look in her eyes as she starts to gush against Natty. “AWWW FUCK!” I shout as you yank my head back even as you cum hard, and it pulls me off Natty just enough, twisting my body away from her just the right amount, to remove my soaked kitty from her hip.
The counting starts. Backward. Nooo… FUCK!! I need to capitalize. I try to turn back to Ewa, but her grip in my hair holds my head down as I hear the ZERO from the crowd mixing with the sound of the buzzer, and as I lay there frustrated I can feel my pussy twitching and quivering in lust. I was so fucking close. I’m still so fucking close. “FUCCCKKK!!” I shout out in frustration.
Natty is screaming for us to break the fuck up. Her hands go to our chins, and she pushes, finally seeming to find the will and strength to escape a position that I know this whore thoroughly enjoyed. She gets her body between us and turns, pushing us apart with her back and legs and she finally manages to push us away as I turn back and scream, “YOU FUCKING WHORE!” at both of you. I roll onto my back on my edge of the mat and just lay there, breathing hard and almost gasping for air. My mind is just spinning with anger and desire.
What the hell was all that? I get to my knees and grab one of the bottles of water and pop the cap as quickly as I can and pour water over my head and chest, letting the cold, refreshing water run down my breasts and between my legs and trying to calm myself down. And then I start to chug. The crowd is going wild, even during the break, screaming “Fight! Fight! Fight!” Over and over as we all lay there exhausted. But I try to block out their words. I don’t need any encouragement to keep going. I need my body to rest, and I need my damn pussy to calm the fuck down before round three begins. I’m even… fuck… I’m ever considering fucking myself right now before round three begins, so I don’t have to deal with this as we fight.
Motherfucking assholes! I want to scream. I want to curse. I want just to grow two extra sets of arms, so I can fucking choke you both. But nah, all I am doing right now is humping Natty’s sexy hip bone, grinding my labia against it, letting it flatten out my clit as I rub it and smear it against her slender flesh, driving myself to this point of ecstasy. A sensation strangely accelerated and helped by the redhaired witch’s nails gouging into my abdomen.
The fingers are poking, pushing, bending my tensed abs, like the keys of a piano, sending a melody of rushing orgasm through my body, that finally escapes in a shameless gush, smearing Natty’s right side, and further smudging the black and white Zebra makeup that she’s wearing.
For a long moment I just lay there, shaking, my fingers just grabbing the upper right hand. My index and middle fingers pushing into the eyes of the mystery woman tattooed on my rival’s very toned and slender limb, all until Natty does something, wonderful! Well at least I think she did it for my benefit, but I’m stupid sometimes, and this is one of them.
Her body turns, her back is pressing into my chest. And while she means it or not, she is protecting me, pushing feet into Kim’s gut and thrusting. The barrage of insults leaving her foul mouth is nothing that surprises anyone. They call her ‘Double Foul’ for a reason, her love for foul plays, and her fucking foul burrito-breath mouth. And with a thrust she separates us, my nails and Kim’s leaving red souvenirs on her upper left arm and my right side.
For a moment I roll back, staring at the ceiling. Blinking, gasping. My body is shaking. The slutty ref is rolling over me with her back, then the other side, she shoves me away and pounces to push at Kim. Leaving pretty much most of her back paint smeared on my chest and abs. It no longer looks like stripes. It’s more of a spiraling, confused, drunken Picasso of lousy makeup, sweat, and cum. And I hear the loud nasal voice screaming, telling us to get to our corners.
Oh, fuck THAT bitch! I clench my teeth and roll to my side, and that’s when I see it. There, sat on a little round marble table, between one of the whales and his Russian trophy prostitute of a wife. My teeth clench, and I push to all fours, crawling towards it. I see his eyes go wide, the painted bitch to his side sneering at me. Oh, fuck off bitch, like I would care!
But I don’t go for him, no, I go for the plate placed right there. A white, wide platter, it’s warm. With a little mountain of tortilla chips, melted cheese, beans, and ground beef. The diced lettuce meant more for a garnish than to do much to make the Nacho platter healthy, and I yank it, turning, and staring at Natty’s back. Standing there, barking like a fucking Chihuahua asserting her dominance, and I walk up towards her. The crowd is cheering. No one is objecting, and none are trying to warn her. And getting behind her, I bring my right hand up, and I tap on her right shoulder, and as our Mexicana cxnt turns, I SWING the platter down on the top of her head, sending the Nacho Supreme mashing into her hair, fair, and splattering down on her mouth and naked tits. “HERE! I THOUGHT YOU NEEDED A TOUCH UP FOR YOUR WHORE MAKEUP, BITCH!”
I’m panting, exhausted and covered in sweat and cum…and I know most of it isn’t mine. My body feels so hot, and I really can’t help it. Being trapped between two gorgeous whores that were trying to tear each other apart… and ended up dragging me into their mess. And a mess is exactly what I feel like right now. The paint on my body is barely holding right now and no longer covers my naked body.
I get on my fours after finally pushing the two sluts away from each other and slowly push myself up to my feet. I can’t believe I’m so tired and heated when I am not even fighting. I look at the clock… there isn’t much time left in the break, and then a new round will start… and once it is over… I shake my head, pissed again. It is so unfair that I’m going to get fucked by one of these bitches. SO FUCKING UNFAIR!
The crowd is still at full throttle, cheering and yelling all manner of insults at the three of us. Guess the bets have raised pretty high for the third round. Fucking jerks, I think and then feel someone tapping on my shoulder, I turn around, knowing pretty well it must be Ewa. “What the heck you wanAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! I scream aloud in shock and horror as I feel something being splattered on me… something hot and extremely sticky all over my hair, face, and tits. I wail a second time as I step back, shocked to see the food coating my body…
“YOU FUCKING cxnt!” I yell at Ewa, seeing red right now and pouncing on her I try to grab her hair with both hands…then with one using the other to start slapping her face and head completely furious and not giving a fuck about being the referee anymore. “You are so fucking DEAD BITCH!” I yell as I try to pull her head down by the hair to continue slapping it with my other hand. The break time over and the crowd roaring as they want the fight to continue…. but I don’t give a shit… with my hair, half my face and perky tits covered in hot cheese I don’t give a fuck about anything other than trying to beat Ewa and yell at her…”fucking polka cow…. I’m going to kill you!”
I watch. My eyes, of course, turned directly to Ewa. Not because Natalia isn’t a threat, because I’m well aware that that bitch is always a threat, but because Ewa is the more significant threat right now. My eyes dart to her and… she’s crawling… crawling away… creeping towards the stands. I know her too well even to imagine that she might be running away. Even if she has next to nothing left, Ewa is more likely to run at you than away from you. She’s willing to give her all to put one more gash in your skin before the fight comes to an end, and I respect the hell out of her for that.
But then I see her grab the plate. “Natty, you fucking whore!” I call out, trying to get Natty’s attention on me. “You cheap CHIMICHANGA BITCH!” I shout out as I move to my knees and start to stand. I watch as Ewa moves closer and then taps her on the shoulder and SPLAT!!! There is an immediate roar of laughter. The crowd goes wild as Natty takes a plate full of Nacho Supreme to the face, and I can’t help but giggle for a moment as this Mexican slut wipes nacho cheese, salsa, sour cream, and guac from her hair, face, and breasts and smears it down her body. And then she… OMG!!!
Natty screams at Ewa and just charges. Of course, this was always a possibility. You can dress Natty up as a referee it (or in her naked painted on outfit, maybe undress her as a referee), but it doesn’t change who she is. She’s a fighter, and she just got embarrassed and humiliated. She charges and grabs Ewa’s hair with both hands and starts to tug her around in circles. The two of you go spinning around the mat with Natty holding onto Ewa’s hair like a child hanging on to her favorite toy as another child tries to rip it away.
I watch for a moment, shocked. The timer has started. Round three is officially underway, and this couldn’t possibly be any better for me. I watch as they spin and Natty bends Ewa forward by her hair. I take another sip of the cold, refreshing water and then toss it aside, watching as Ewa’s ass comes swinging by and I slap it hard and then sink my nails in. The impact is enough to stop the swinging for a moment, and I rip the nails of my right hand off Ewa’s ass as I thrust myself against her, wrapping my arms under hers and reaching around for those big fucking tits of hers. I sink my nails in and squeeze hard. My tits, sweaty and wet, press into her back as my nails curl into her cleavage and I pull back hard, pulling her into me as Natty rips on her hair and tries to pull her away. “FUCK… YOU… EWA” I speak directly into your right ear as my fingers squeeze and claw and my arms squeeze around you from the back.
I am… happy… I’m fucking ecstatic right now… This might as well be the end of round 3, not round 2. They could declare Kim the winner, throw her a fucking parade, and give her a diamond-encrusted strappy to fuck Natalia up, and I would be so fucking OK with it. Because right now, right fucking now, I am staring into the Latina’s brown eyes, watching a thick yellow line of cheese drooling off her right brow to drip on her hard nipple. And all I can see is the anguish, the shock, the rage, and the utter humiliation.
Yeah, I’ll fucking take it! And I could NOT be fucking more excited. But that whole episode does NOT last too long. The fucking War Kitten bares her claws and pounces for me. And ready or not, I must fucking react. I feel the left grip on my hair, yanking me down. “AWWWWW!!!” While the right wails on my cheek, shoulder, and neck with furious slaps. Ok, I brought it upon myself, but right now. The bitch is attacking me, and I will fucking FIGHT BACK!
My left hand reaching and wrapping around Natty’s waist, and I push my nails into her smudgy, tight round buttock, my right lashing in hard wild smacks, reaching high, but I can’t get to her face, so I swat wildly at her left breast. But it’s too fucking hard to aim when I’m forced to stare at the floor. I don’t notice the clock ticking us into round three, but I do notice the uproar from the crowd. And I’m no rocket scientist, but I can predict what’s going to happen.
I piston my right foot and kick back, blindly, and aimlessly, and of course I miss! But a moment later, “AAHHHH!! FUCKKK!” I feel the nails raking up my ass, and the firm breasts smacking into my back and pulling me upright, against Natty’s pull. And the biggest loser is my scalp! My hair is popping out by the roots as I am trapped, my ass grinding into Kim’s kitty. But at least now I can reach and clutch Natty’s hair, and I PULL her inwards, if anything, to stop the yanking on my hair, my right swinging a hard SMACK to her left cheek, as I lift my left foot and STOMP hard down on Kim’s foot. “GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING cxnt!”
I hate so much to have my hair coated with sticky stuff…. not the first time it has happened as for some reason the bookers at the league love to set me up in messy matches. It is definitively not the first time I’ve found myself with my tits dripping hot cheese, pulling the hair of another bitch… but this is by far the time I’ve been the most pissed by it. The cheers and laughter of the crowd only make me more furious… as does the fact that Ewa DARES to fight back instead of taking her justly deserved punishment.
“You fucking cxnt!” I yell again as I keep pulling her hair down, swinging furious slaps to her face and head. I wince as I feel Ewa’s nails on my butt and then I feel her slapping back at my perky tits that wiggle from left to right making me moan in pain as sweat, paint, cheese, and foodstuff flies from them.
The Kim comes into the scene, and I remember I’m supposed to be the referee between these two and not attacking Ewa… but I still don’t care. I’m so fucking pissed with Ewa right now… and I get even angrier when she reaches for my hair and pulls it down. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” I scream as I am not forced to bend over, almost losing my balance as my hairs lose the grip on Ewa’s hair and then BOOM! A hard slap smacks my face, making it snap to the side as I stumble a few steps in that direction, slipping in the food on the floor and end up falling on the mats on my side. I lay there, tears rolling down my cheeks from the pain and the humiliation, rubbing my face with one hand while with the other I try to push the mess that my hair is off my face.
Round one was mostly Ewa and I fighting without much interference, and round two, which we would find out later is referred to around the league as the Natty Sandwich, was largely Ewa and I fighting with Natty between us. And now round three is starting out as a three-way catfight, or more precisely, a two on one catfight, between the three hottest and wildest bitches in the league. But who knows this current order of things will last? I’m not stupid. If Natty gets a fucking chance, she might just as well go after me just like she’s going after Ewa, so there’s no way I’m letting my guard down even for a second with this bitch. But for now, she’s helping me make Ewa suffer, whether she means to or not, and I’m going to take full advantage of it.
A rip of my nails up her ass. My tits on her back. Claws in her chest as I pull her back into me as Natty holds her hair, and Ewa screams as strands of her long, dark hair is ripped out of her head in Natty’s gasp. And Ewa focuses more on Natty, going for her hair and slapping her cheek as she pulls Natty in towards her. Ewa’s foot stomps down on my own, and I shout out loudly, picking the left foot up and balancing only on my right for a moment as I squeeze my fingers and claws into her tits and try to hold on. “Fucking WHORE!”
But with my grip on Ewa like this, her and Natty are really the ones fighting. Ewa yanks Natty down by the hair and I put my left foot down, but I do so gingerly and not just from the pain in my foot but all because I feel the mess spread across the mat that is a mixture of sweat, water, honey, and now nacho supreme. I watch as Ewa bends Natty over and Natty almost slips. “Stay up, SLUT!” I shout at her, knowing I have the advantage so long as she’s up and fighting, but almost as I scream it, Ewa slaps her face hard and sends her tumbling down to the mat and back into the mess that Ewa made. And as soon as Natty starts to falter, I KNOW this bitch is going to try and turn around and pay me back for taking advantage of her like that, and I can’t let this chance slip away. I need to stun her. I need to make her lose focus for a moment, and so I open my right hand from Ewa’s large right breast and then pull it up and slap it down right between her legs.
My hand slaps down with a loud SMACK as my palm connects with her raw, wet sex that’s still sensitive with her honey as I shout, “STOP FUCKING UP MY SEX TOY YOU WHORE!” My left hand shoots up and I try to curl my arm around your throat, hoping I’ve been able to shock you enough with the slap to lock another choke hold in and make this bitch suffer and wear you down even more as your sexy ass grinds into my kitty and my tits bulge out against your sweaty back.
Right now, I am totally in deep shit. It’s not only enough to fight ONE of you cxnts, to have my hands full, but I already am down four points, I have my fingers full of Nacho-Supreme hair, and my palms are smearing the cheese over her cheeks, while she is turning my own cheeks bright red with her wicked smacks. But my arms begin to slowly get tied up, pushing inwards in pain to ease the clawing to my breasts.
“LET FUCKING GO OF MY TITS YOU JEALOUS TRAMP!” I scream, barely whipping Natty off and down, and she crumbles like a Jenga tower. Crashing down and flopping to the mats. And it gives me a moment to reach up, overhead to go for Kim’s hair, thinking I might be able to pull her over and off with her stumbling foot, but then. “OOHHHH!!!” My eyes go wide as I feel the hard SMACK down on my ultra-sensitive kitty. “FUCKKK!!” I yelp and hunch over, my body instantly starting to fold, when “UUGGHHH!!” The fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing and pulling me back up.
My eyes narrow and gush with tears, FUCK! My priorities shifting immediately from going for Kim’s hair, to reach down to cover my pussy, to reaching up to grab and tug at her left wrist, when another SMACKKKKK lands on my sex, and I yelp, my knees buckling, and I know my only way to escape is just to collapse my knees and SINK down. My left hand still wrapped around your choking wrist, my right reaches up, trying to find the tramp’s cherry red hair, hoping I can make a grab and throw my body forwards, using whatever slick sweat and tears covering my back and her naked front, trying to slide/throw her off me, and into our groggy, still collapsed cxnt of a referee! “I SAID GET OFF ME!”
My fingers slap and squeeze on your raw sex, and it makes you yell out loudly. My hand shoots up from behind and goes right for your throat, and right as you’re about to grab it and stop me from choking you, I slap you again, this time curling my nails in to make the point as my fingers start to squeeze around your throat. I can feel your hands shifting as you cry out again in pain and your knees begin to give. Your left hand grabs my wrist, and you drop to your knees almost at the same time. My hand leaves our pussy as I bend over you holding your throat. My hand grabs for your large chest to dig my nails in again, and just as they latch on I feel your hand grab my hair, and you pull forward, tossing me over your back by my hair and wrist and sending me crashing down onto Natty who is still laying there and rubbing her face.
‘Uwwwwwnnnnn FUCKKKK” I scream as I go tumbling over you and come down ass first on Natty’s naked upper body. My hand pulls from your throat just as I go over, and I manage to catch your hair as I stumble into Natty and my other hand pulls from your breast. I turn, turning to face you and fight you, not even realizing that I just pinned Natty fully onto her back and my ass right onto her face until I feel her nose tickling between my cheeks as I pull you by the hair and try to yank you into me…. Or really… into us.
I’m so angry right now that I’m crying a bit. I’m at the limit of what I can take, being sidelined from the matches to be the referee…and to get fucked by the winner, ending last round trapped between your two hot bodies and now having my hair and body covered in nacho stuff. I’ve had enough, and I’m done being the stupid referee. If I’m going to get fucked at least I’m going to make sure to pay one of you hell before it happens…and right now I know very well who is going to get punished…Ewa. I start to push myself from the mats, turning around to see you two, opening my mouth ready to announce how many points I’ll be deducting from Ewa’s ass… when I see Kim crashing down on top of me.
“UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I scream as Kim’s gorgeous body lands on top of me, crushing my perky breasts with her ass and knocking all the air out of my lungs. My tearful eyes open wide as my mouth blows air and my body spasms with the impact. My hands go up to Kim’s ass as she wiggles on top of me and ends up pressing her ass on my face. “get…. off….me….” I manage to moan with what little air I got legs…sinking my claws on Kim’s ass out of pure fury.
Score – Ewa: 11; Kim: 15
I am squealing in total pain and agony. It’s nothing short of total despair, feeling my pussy swatted and smacked and slapped this roughly. The nails are digging into my labia, giving me a harsh squeeze that just screams out ‘I own your pussy.’ But that fucking bitch will NEVER own me. Fucking NEVER. I dip down, feeling the hard-gouged nipples dragging up across my shoulder blades, the crowd roaring as they want me to drop down and throw my body forwards.
There are one of two ways for this. Either I manage to throw you off me, or my spent, and weary body will just collapse mid-attempt, and I will end up face and chest first into the mats, trapped under you, and beneath the knees of that pissed off ref! But for my good fortune, your whore body slips up, and I fling you over. Making me grateful for your excellent diet that makes you so light, and you come crashing down on Natty, your ass smacking her head and knocking her down as you sprawl on top of her.
But you don’t let go of me, oh no, your hand JERKS Me forwards by my hair, and I YELP, my both thrust into you, my palms pushing into the mats trying not to crash down, but the violence of the pull and tug on my neck sends me flopping and I come CRASHING down, face first right between your thighs, my face buried in Natty’s shoulder and neck.
I grimace and try to wiggle up, my left hand reaching up, feeling the tattooed right thigh, and I scratch at it, my right going to swing for your face, but I miss, so I slam it down, driving the heel of my right palm straight into Natty’s right D-cup, crushing it down against her chest, feeling the runny pain against my palm, as I wrap my fingers around it and SQUEEEEZEEE tightly.
If I could have just got that bitch down… if I could have lowered myself, put a knee in her back, anything… she’d be on her fucking face right now with me on top of her instead of flipping me over her back. I don’t even see Natty’s body before I crash into her, and there is an utterly frantic moment between Natalia and I as I knock her fully onto her back and I turn both from the grip in Ewa’s hair in and to face this wild bitch and to get my hands on her before she gets hers on me.
But as I turn my hips my ass just sort of slides… right onto Natty’s face as I pull on Ewa’s hair and send her jerking forward towards me. And I’m just waiting for her hands to strike and claw my body, but it’s not Ewa’s claws I feel. Ewa’s hands go to the mat first. It’s Natty’s claws, her voice muffled by my sweaty cheeks as she insists that I get off her. But her nails make the point better than her voice does. My body almost leaps as her nails sink in as I look down between my leg’s only to see Ewa’s fucking face right there. I want to squeeze my fucking thighs around her head. I want to reach down and claw her cheeks. But this bitch and her nails are taking my focus away.
And at that moment Ewa reaches up and claws down my right thigh. Scratching it hard. A swing at my face barely misses, but when it smashes down, it smacks into Natty’s ample breast. My ass is already letting from her face, as Ewa’s starts to squeeze Natty’s tit tightly in her hand. I slide forward off Natty’s ass and push my sex against Ewa’s face as Natty claws even harder from the pain Ewa is causing her. My ass slips to the floor with Ewa’s face still between my thighs and her mouth dangerously close to my sex, and I turn my hips, trying to close my legs and protect myself, but also turning towards Natty.
I reach out as Ewa grab’s her right breast and I grab for her left, and we both start to squeeze so hard around her flesh that we can see the blood rushing up towards her bulging nipple. My right hand grabs Ewa’s hair again and pulls her head back, trying to expose her face and slapping down wildly as the crowd is on its feet screaming as fiercely as they have all night as we all go at it with each other.
As if having Kim land on top of my body wasn’t enough now Ewa comes crashing down too. “UGHHHH!” The impact isn’t as hard but the piled weight of both of you. Breathing has now become impossible. My eyes shut as I grimace in pure agony, crushed under your bodies. I try to push Kim’s ass, digging my nails into it but it barely helps at all, and with Ewa on top of us, squirming and struggling I feel like I’m being pulverized.
Then I feel Ewa’s pal into my right breasts, and I scream without making a sound… my mouth opens, and I bite whatever I can in retaliation…ending up biting Kim’s butt since it’s right on my face. Pushing on Kim’s butt as I desperately try to get free from this before I pass out…. feeling how the cheese in my now crushed tits, mixes with the sweat on Kim’s back…. and against Ewa’s palm on my tits…
Score – Ewa: 11; Kim: 15
Okie, I did not fucking count on this. But there is clearly NO escaping these cxnts. If it’s not Kim dragging me down, it’s Natalia pouncing on me, and right now, I can feel my cheeks brushing against the insides of Kim’s thighs. Natalia’s nails are wedged deep into her buttocks, and I can even see the Latina’s mouth parting, and she bites at the tanned, round, perfect bum, shoving Kim, sliding her off and to Natalia’s left side, but with Kim’s grip on my hair I end up sliding over, and my face is right over Natalia’s now. With Kim’s legs framing me, I find myself staring down at Natty who is in a total frenzy, and we start snapping our teeth at the other’s lips.
My right hand squeezing and twisting her boob, getting a surprise assist from Kim at Natty’s left one, when my hair is pulled UP. “FUUUUCKKK!!” I yelp in pain, and then a barrage of slaps just land on my sore cheeks, so much I have to curl my left arm up to cover my face, yelping, my body sliding to the right, but there isn’t much where I can go. But maybe… MAYBE…
I just push on Natty’s breast, my left hand reaching down and grabbing the cheesy and tortilla covered hair, pulling her UP and trying to turn her to face me, with her back against Kim… If anything, I could perhaps use her as a human shield, and direct Kim’s strikes to her… But knowing damn well that in doing that, I will face the wrath of the little total Mexican slut myself!
If round 2 was chaos and something like a whirlwind, then what the hell do we say about round three. All three of us are fighting it out. All three of us are clawing and slapping and squeezing and doing whatever we can to hurt the bitch that’s closest to us… all so one of us, Ewa or I, can fuck this churro cxnt who has her nails, and now her fucking TEETH in my ass.
“FUCKK!! FUCKK!!!” I scream as I slide down off Natty’s face and her teeth thankfully pull from my skin. I look down to see Natty and Ewa, held apart by Ewa’s arm extending and her hand clutching Natty’s breast my hand ripping back on Ewa’s hair and the two snap their teeth at each other like wild animals. I reach out, part of me thankful to be out of the fray for a moment and the other part of me wanting to throw myself right back into it, and I reach across Natty and grab her other breast and I grab her nipple and start to pinch viciously, squeezing and twisting her tit as I let go of Ewa’s hair and slap wildly at her face. Ewa’s left arm comes up to cover, and I slap down her arm as her hand grabs for Natty’s hair, and she starts to push, pushing on her hair and her breast and sliding her between Ewa and myself.
Her sexy body slides in, and it’s a fucking Natalia sandwich again, and except this time she’s facing the Polish whore AND Ewa’s not the only fucking bitch whose ass I want to kick. I grab Natty’s hair with Ewa, and I start to pull back on Natty’s head with my left hand as my right stops slamming slaps down in Ewa’s arms and instead slams then down on Natty’s side. I slap, slap, SLAP down on the little Mexican slut’s side before sliding my arm down between you two, grabbing her sexy, toned, tummy that and I push my nails in and pull up, scraping them across her flesh as you two face each other and fight.
I’m no longer sure who is doing what to my poor body. Ewa has her hands on my tits… I think, but then I realize it is Ewa’s hand on my right tit and Kim’s hand on my left. I snap my teeth at Ewa’s lips trying to bite her, and she just does the same as me, catching my lips a couple of times to make me moan in pain once more. Then I feel Kim pinching my nipple, and Ewa crushing my other tit, and I howl in pain, closing my eyes as tears roll down my cheeks. I am the referee, but now I’m getting double teamed…. “fucking bitches!!!!” I yell furious but too weak to stop Ewa from putting me once again in between the two of you. Now Kim is slapping me, and all I can do is squirm while my body is crushed between the two big titted whores.
“Let me out! ” I yell desperately as I try to push Ewa’s chin with one hand…. my other arm reaching behind me trying to grab Kim’s hair to pull it “fucking stop!” I keep yelling, but nobody is paying any attention. The fans are screaming like wild animals, obviously loving the action and I know I’m not getting any help from anyone right now. I could deduct some of your points…. but I guess right now nobody cares about the score. “FUUUUUUUUUUK!” I gasp…feeling like I’m going to pass out…my body completely soaked with sweat, tears, cum, and cheese.
Score – Ewa: 11; Kim: 15
The break works, well, somewhat. I can still hear the CRACKING of palms against flesh, hitting and hurting and stinging, but the burns are not spawned on my cheek or neck or shoulder, it’s all against our paint taco licker deluxe. The bitch who finally is wearing the perfect makeup and hairdo, thanks to my insight and contribution. I twist Natty’s right breast with my hand, watching her face twist in pain, and I scream back. “BITCH YOU SHOULD THANK ME; I GAVE YOU AN UPGRADED MAKEOVER… HUNGGHH!!”
I grunt suddenly as her palm EXPLODES into my chin, sending my teeth cracking shut, and my neck, weakened from the vicious, non-stop hair pulling is yanked back, and I am thrust over, rolling as I suddenly feel Natty’s body sprawled atop of me. “NGGHHH! GET OFF ME!!” I yelp as I reach up with both hands and I grab at her chin, pushing it back. But there is a sudden jolt that travels my body as her paint-smeared kitty brushes against mine. “Nnnghhh!!”
I squint in pain, and like fucking magic, I lose two fucking whole seconds. They just disappear as if I got jolted through the time stream, and I feel a hard CRACKKK on my cheek. I ‘m not sure who delivered it, Kim or Natalia, but I have no way of telling with my chestnut hair wrapped around my face, covering it. And the cxnt is doing nothing in the way of pulling her taco off mine, in fact, I can feel the GRINDING between our labia, her clit pushing against my own, and I wince, keeping my right hand against her chin to push her head away, my left pulling outwards. But my lapse in judgment, forgetting about the redheaded threat is immediately corrected, as I feel the back of my head smack into something large, round, and firm, accidentally backhanding Kim against one of her boobs!
Like the start… this couldn’t be any better. When it all matters, halfway through round three, Ewa’s not fighting me, she’s dealing with our cheese-crazed referee. I pull Natty’s hair hard, pulling her face away from Ewa as I smack into her side and then claw down Natty’s stomach. But this bitch can fight, and even with claws in her abs she thrusts her palm up into the space between her face and Ewa’s and she thrusts her palms into Ewa’s face and thrust’s Ewa’s head back and the two of you go rolling over onto Ewa’s back with Natty on top, shoving her head down into the mat with Natty’s body, slick with the mixture of tonight’s events, smearing down on Ewa’s body.
I watch as I catch my breath for just a moment as Natty thrusts down and whether intentionally or not, her Mexican kitty smears across Ewa’s and I can see the look of pleasure and frustration in Ewa’s face. And as the two whores moan and fight with their hands on each other’s chin, their teeth snapping at each other’s fingers which are just out of reach, I raise my right hand and slap it down hard onto Ewa’s hair covered face.
Ewa seems stunned as my hand pulls back. For a second, maybe two, it’s almost like she’s not moving at all, and … omg… could she be out? But a moment later she’s back, and I can hear her moaning as the horny Mexican whore grind herself down on my polish rival, grinding her clit into Ewa’s. I move in for another slap, raising my hand even higher knowing there are points to be had, enough to really lock in this fight once and for all if I can make this bitch pass out, but as I lift my right hand into the air to strike Ewa’s face again, her hand flings back, backhanding me across my right breast. It’s not enough to hurt me, but enough to stop me for a second, and in that moment her fucking hand turns, and she grabs onto my breast, latching on and digging her nails in.
“FUCKK YOU WHORE!!! I scream as my hand swings down wildly, missing your face and instead of striking Natty on the side, just hits her underarm. I pull forward into you from your grip, and my hand slides down, clawing down Natty’s side, over the side of her breast, and down to your larger tit which bulges out around hers. I press my nails in and I squeeze, as we each one hand titclaw each other, and I slump forward, my head coming to rest on your shoulder as we claw each other. My mouth opens. My taste buds taste your sweaty skin again as they have so many times before, and I bite down into this polish cxnt as we claw each other’s bulging breasts.
Now I am fighting Ewa, we both trying to bite the other like wild bitches with our hands pushing the other’s chin. My head pushed far high, making me stare at the fans and the blinding flashes of their cameras. They love this almost as much as I hate it. And I try to overpower Ewa, despite how tired I am, grinding my body into her, trying to make the cheese she spilled on me stick to her body…and while I do that my tits start to massage her own massive breasts as my pussy slams against her over and over again.
I wince and growl in anger, hating how good her body feels…and much to my shame, I can feel myself starting to get turned on. I’ve almost forgotten completely about Kim as my hips start to grind against Ewa, making my clit sword fight hers for a bit… until Kim reminds both of us she is still there, missing Ewa to strike me! “Aaaaaaagghhhh… fucking cxnt!” I yell as I let go Ewa… Kim’s claws are running down my side, and once more I’m getting trapped between you two… I start to shake my body furiously… trying to slip free and roll out of this death trap. “Let me gooo!”
Score – Ewa: 11; Kim: 15
I don’t fucking know what is wrong with this IDIOT Ref tramp above me! Let her go? I’m getting CRUSHED right now. Her weight atop of me, and just because she fucking wants to take advantage of my sore, aching sex that got out of an orgasm into a slapping treatment into a clawing abuse. And now, she just grinds down on me, playing fence with her clit, just like her nipples graze and flick my own. My head pinned down, forced to the side, right cheek brushing into the sweat and cum soaked mat, my hair mummy wrapping my head, and covering my stinging, sore lips.
My left hand is just clutching at something of Kim’s, it’s large, round, and centered by a little horn, that I try to claw and pinch. But without being able to see, I’m certainly NOT doing the better game there, especially with Kim sliding up and pressing her back down on Natalia. Sure, the DIMWIT ref thinks she’s in trouble, but it’s me, the one on the bottom who can truly realize the real aim of this fucking bitch, who I am officially in a fight with. One where we are halfway through round three and neither have scored a point yet.
She wants to crush me. To flatten me, and with her body pressing down on Natalia’s back, she not only forces my hand off her breast, but causes their combined weights to PUSH down on me, flattening me, and I gasp out. It’s hard as it is to breathe with Natty’s hand forcing my neck to the side, but now, my ribs creak and ache. And I squirm, my legs shifting, joined now with the two other sets. Toenails are scraping and poking, and if it’s not Natalia’s limbs trapping mine, it’s surely Kim’s grinding down. We form a little three-layered pancake on the floor, and I’m just aching, gasping.
My left hand swats wildly at your right sides, sometimes hitting Natalia, sometimes Kim, my right breast clawed by the side, scratched and scraped. My right struggling to keep the pressure up on Natalia’s chin, but I am slowly losing my strength, grimacing, gasping as my arm falters, and with it, Natty’s D’s just flatten mine out. Grinding them to my chest, trapping them, and ensuring that any breath that leaves my lungs is not replaced. My voice is turning into a whimper as I just flutter, coughing, croaking, choked and crushed, as my eyes begin to roll, and my consciousness begins to fucking fade… AGAIN… FUCK!!! FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUuuuucccc….kk……k………
Ewa grabs my tit, and I go stumbling toward, slapping down the two whores in front of me and clawing down Natty’s side and breast down the Ewa’s, and we maul and squeeze each other. The whole world seems to love to watch us scratch and slap and bite each other’s tits, and we’re delighted to oblige. Fuck. We might enjoy it more than they do. And as I drop down my mouth comes to Ewa’s shoulder and I bite, but it’s only temporary, just enough to make sure that that bitch stays in place as I start to shift my legs, getting to my knees, and getting myself up over and onto Natalia and make this cxnt deal with not just Natty’s weight but mine.
Our breasts pull from each other’s hands as I move over onto on Natalia’s back and start to press down, and I can hear the grasping and grunting of my rival underneath us as she’s crushed down into the mat. Our legs kick and fight, toes scratching at each other as Ewa struggles with everything that she has, just like she always does. Her left hand swings wildly, slapping Natty in the side and then me and back and forth, slapping whatever skin she can find as she desperately tries to push us off. And then there is a drop as Ewa’s arm falters… and I smile.
Natty drops entirely onto Ewa, and I can feel Natty’s smaller but firm tits crushing down on Ewa’s breasts. And I just keep pushing down. Hearing Ewa’s breathe leaving her hips but her lungs never filling again. My arms snake around Natty. One hand is sliding between our stomachs and down between both your legs. The other sliding down her side to you and pulling on your skin with my nails and hands to pull myself down on you more.
I slide my hand between your kitties, and I can feel both of your swollen, throbbing clits going from stabbing each other to stabbing against my hand, and I start to rub it back and forth against both of you. I slam my hips down into Natty’s ass, making sure to keep your hips together as Ewa’s eyes start to flutter, and I use my hand to fuck you both as I grind myself down on Natty’s sexy, tight ass, giving Natty a front row view to what’s happening to you, something so obvious even our dumb cxnt of a ref couldn’t miss it.
Once again I’m trapped into the two bitches, getting crushed… but this time we are forming a nice pile, with Ewa on bottom and Kim on top. I can barely breathe at all…but still I can’t stop myself from grinding my body against Ewa’s hot curves. I hate her… I hate her so much I can’t put it in words…and yet she never stops from turning me on…even when I’m covered in… this mess, even when it hurts so much… I continue grinding myself against Ewa, while Kim sits on us. My pussy hammering itself down on Ewa’s sex… my nipples trying to flicker Ewa’s own as my tits crush Ewa’s bigger pair. And I can feel Kim taking full advantage of the situation, pushing her weight on mine and slipping one hand between Ewa’s and my sex to start tormenting us.
I can feel Kim grinding my ass from behind…and I’m pretty sure now that she will be doing it again when this fight ends since it seems pretty obvious Ewa is going to lose it…. and it is completely her fault for being a cxnt. I look up at the clock, there is still time left in this fight but looking down at Ewa it seems she is pretty much done…. and it seems like this is the perfect chance to get some revenge on her. I push hard on her face with one hand, and with my left, I try to cover her mouth to block it… then letting her head go I pinch her nose to stop her from breathing. Timing my hips with Kim’s thrusts I grind my sex against Ewa’s again and again, trying to make her cum and make her pass out. “Enjoy the void bitch…….” I say with a wicked smile.
Score – Ewa: 11; Kim: 15
Nnghh… no… fucking… nooo. My eyes flicker with a flash of determination… I won’t… I can’t. It’s. It’s only 4 points difference… Glancing at the clock, I see a number… is it a three? Or an eight? I can’t tell… My vision blurred by hair and tears. And my lungs just burn, under my crushed, aching ribs that just threaten to fucking COLLAPSE any second now. I am whimpering and sobbing. But you fucking cxntS don’t let me get a second… I can feel the hand slipping between our hips.
The fingers that now nestle against my clit, rubbing it feverishly perfectly framing it for Natty’s engorged head to just slam, pummel, and batter into it. My left hand swings, but it’s no longer even making it to the sweaty, paint-smeared flesh. All I can feel is the gyrating hips above me, moving with such power and determination as you join forces to FUCK me down into the ground. Fuck. No… I thought this was fuck the ref, and now, it’s turning into group-fuck the Ewa!
I feel Natty’s hand slide up, from my jaw and wrap around my mouth. Palms are pressing against my lips, smothering them in, and the other pinching my nose shut. A picture-perfect hand smother. And I hear the angry voice, hissing with her Latina spiced accent the words. She IS going to send me off… The fucking REF… By all means, foregoing her neutrality and all, and now, she wants to not only smother me out but make sure I go out with another, powerful orgasm before she tallies the points to Kim.
FUCK… I grimace, moaning, I whimper and try to turn my head, but there is barely any air left in my lungs, the asphyxiation working in her favor, as I begin to tremble, to shudder, and with a series of muffled groans and cries I shudder and CUMMMMM hard, exploding against the onslaught of Natty’s kitty and Kim’s expert fingers, my eyes rolling back into my head as I am literally sent to the void, a moan trailing off, but my last thoughts are going back to that moment, smacking the Nacho plate on Natty’s head, and I have one clear thought on my mind…
It was SO fucking worth it…..
I grind myself hard. I haven’t cum yet, and fuck do I need. I am grinding hard on Natty’s ass as I push down and rub my hand quickly back and forth across your clits, framing them for each other so you two can grind it out between me. But Natty… oh, this sexy bitch never ceases to surprise me.
If you didn’t recognize her face from the PPV fights and just saw her walking down the street, you’d probably assume she was just a sweet, simple Hispanic girl. You’d have no idea the fucking hellcat she is. You’d have no idea that she’s the kind of bitch to drive her clit down into another woman’s while covering her mouth and nose with her hand and telling her to enjoy the fucking void. But that’s who this bitch is, and that’s why fan’s love her. Even her fucking rivals love her, even if they won’t admit it.
And Natty makes good on her promise, sending Ewa off just as she had planned. I feel Ewa’s body start to shake and tremble and shudder. I hear her groans, one last loud, but muffled moan, and then a burst of wetness against my fingers. Ewa’s head drops back and MMMMMMMMM YESSSSSS I think to myself. I grab Natty tight, pulling her into me as we lay upon Ewa, and I grind and grind and grind, grinding myself on her ass until I shudder, cumming against the crack of her ass and gushing my honey down her ass and over her holes.
“UHNNNNNNMMMMM” I scream out as I cum, working Natty in my fingers for as long as I can before I finally just collapse, rolling off Natty and falling to the mat next to Ewa. My body is aching and exhausted and scratched and even bleeding slightly. My thighs are glistening with sweat and cum. The crowd is screaming. And I look over at Natty on top of Ewa and smile as I think about what I’m going to do to her when this is official over.
Despite how uncomfortable and furious I am…and how much my body hurts… I’m fucking loving this. There is no way around it, I’m a bit of a sadist and smothering a bitch while fucking her is a huge turn on for me… even more so if that fucking bitch deserves it more than anyone in this world. And Ewa’s body is so fucking hot…, and she looks so gorgeous when she is about to pass the fuck out. Kim grinding my ass from behind and using her hand to keep Ewa’s clit and mine locked only makes this even better… and I grind myself down on Ewa full of fire and zeal determined to make this bitch cum before I send her to the dreamland. And I know that as much as I Ewa may hate this, it is turning her on too. And I’m very proud of my ability to make girls cum against their will… even if I’m getting a lot of help right now.
I grind Ewa down mercilessly, and in a second I can feel her cumming… just as she starts passing out…. and just as Kim starts to grind my ass more furiously…and almost at the same time they both cum!!!.. squirting one in my ass and the other against my pussy. “aaaaaahhhh you bitches….” I moan, blushing bright red as I realize I’m not going to be able to control myself another second….and in an instant, I’m howling with pleasure as
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmm yesss… yessssssssssss….”
I moan into the microphone that is barely still in place after all this fighting. I feel like my body is going completely limp over Ewa…just as hers does… and Kim slips off us. I lay on Ewa for a bit longer catching my breath before pushing myself off her to the opposite side from where Kim is laying. I look at Ewa’s gorgeous body and announce. “3 points for Kim for knocking Ewa out…. minus 5 points for Ewa for unsportlady like conduct…”
I then grab Ewa’s hair and pull it hard, to make her sit up, slipping behind her and sliding my arms under her armpits I push her shoulders up, moving my hands to the back of her head as I get on my knees, trying to get her to her knees too trapped in a full nelson…pressing my chest against her back, trying to make her push her big tits forward towards Kim… The fight is pretty much decided…but there is still time in the clock to make Ewa pay for dipping cheese on me.
Score – Ewa: 6; Kim: 18
For a moment, I just lay there. Breathing. Processing. Trying to recover. I couldn’t tell you what the fuck this wild and crazy referee has planned next, so I keep my eyes on the two of you, and I feel a bit of relief as Natty rolls off to Ewa’s other side. Sure, Ewa is between us now, but the only thing moving right now is her breasts rising and falling with each breath. The three of us lay here. Hated rivals who just got done having a threesome where one bitch cummed on the other’s ass while holding your clits together and another smothered the third woman unconscious, and yet somehow we all manage to orgasm almost simultaneously together.
I smile as Natty announces the points. No one has stopped the clock which is probably a good thing at this point. I shift to my knees, waiting for Ewa to come back and watching the time tick by, but then Natty starts to move and that look in her eyes… ohhhh if looks could kill, the way she glares at Ewa tells me something very naughty is about to happen.
Natty starts to pick Ewa up. The way Ewa’s head moves it looks like she’s starting to come to, but I can’t be entirely sure. What the fuck is… OMG… Natty slides her arms under Ewa’s arms and pushes up, locking her hands behind her head and putting her into a full nelson as she gets her up to her knees. For the moment Ewa’s head hangs as Natty pushes her body into Ewa’s from behind and holds her up for me. I move in front of Ewa, and I start to brush the hair from your face.
“You there, bitch?” I ask, making sure I can see your eyes before I do what Natty obviously wants me to do. I finally get a look at your eyes. They aren’t rolled back. They are staring at me, glaring angrily and with hate. “There you are, BITCH,” I say with a smirk as my hands shoot up under your breasts, grabbing them by the undersides and squeezing, pushing my nails in and pushing my hands towards each other, forcing your massive tits, the pride of Poland, together as Natty offers me something pricelessly… the chance to let my nails dance and play on my most hated rival’s body.
For a little bit, there is just peace. And quiet. And serenity. I’m laying on that beautiful beach, watching the sunset, a Margarita in hand. I’m just relaxed and serene, except for that itch. I look down, and I’m covered in tiny baby crabs! Thousands of them crawling on my legs and breasts and arms. I scream. Or try to, and I jump, spinning and flailing. No sound is coming out. It almost feels like my lungs are filled with rocks. Then the crabs disappear, so does the bitch, but the tingling, the tickling remains. And slowly, as everything plunges into darkness, the sensation slowly turning to pinching, to aches, to bruising as my consciousness returns. And I softly begin to moan, my voice returning, the darkness fading, and I slowly, very slowly come to.
The first thing I feel is the pressure at the back of my neck. My head forced down. My chin is resting on my chest bone, making it even harder to breathe, as I moan. My arms curled up like chicken wings, flapping weakly, my body trapped in the full nelson. And is it weird that without even looking, I can tell EXACTLY who is holding me up, just by how thick and hard her nipples feel? Natalia has some of the biggest in the business, and they are like bullets pushing into my back. I moan and try to wiggle, but I’m totally open and vulnerable.
Then I see them, the knees shuffling closer. The redhead is settling in front of me, and I grit on my teeth, hissing “Bite me, cxnt.” I know I’m fucked, it’s all over now, but I will be damned to fucking show this whore any kind of weakness. And without much care, she grabs my breasts and “AWWIIIEEHHH!!” I yelp, the fingers gouging into my flesh, the nails sinking into flesh, wrists twisting, pushing, shifting them and grinding them against one another. “FUCK FUCK FUUUUCK!” I squeal and grimace, my buttocks grinding into Natty’s crotch.
I push Ewa’s head hard down, I want her chin pressed against her chest… I bet she can’t see a thing with those huge boobs she has. I push myself into her, pressing my nipples on her flesh, stabbing her back, and slam my hips on her ass. It is all decided now. I’m going to get fucked by one of my rivals… but I’m going to make sure Ewa gets fucked too one way or another. “See what happens when you mess with me, bitch!” I whisper in Ewa’s ear as I hold her in the full nelson, making sure her tits are fully exposed. I look over to Kim and give her a nod. “1 point for Kim for making Ewa scream like a bitch…” I announce having my fun now as the clock ticks down.
Score – Ewa: 6; Kim: 19
My grip softens for a moment, and I lean in directly to Ewa’s face, making sure I’m far enough away that she can’t lunge out and bite my lip or anything. I massage and knead her tits for the moment, rubbing them and caressing them, but with my nails pushed into your skin. “God, Ewa… it seems like this little Hispanic whore hates you even more than I do. What do you think, Natty? Who do you think hates this whore more?”
My hands suddenly pull down the front of your tits, clawing over your areolae and hard nipples and pulling free for a moment. “Ohhhh points for making you scream, whore…. I like that. Hold her up straight, Natty” I say as I watch Natty pull back, rubbing her breasts more and more into Ewa’s back and rubbing herself on Ewa’s ass. I can see the clock. Time is almost up. I breathe in deep as Natty pulls you up straight, stretch my hand across my chest and …
SMACK! … I backhand your gorgeous right breast hard and then swing my arm back again and SMACK!! My palm connects with your left breast, and each hard smack makes your chest bounce. I can see the clock ticking down, but I can also see just how much Natty loves this. So, I keep it up, slapping your tits back and forth with hard slap after hard slap that are meant to leave bruises on your glorious glands. But with time expiring, I want to end all this chaos and sex and hated with you screaming.
My hands latch on again, grabbing from the sides and smashing your sore breasts together and making your cleavage swell. It’s an incredible site for me and Natty and the cameras and anyone at the event lucky enough to have a good angle. I look you straight in the eyes, spit in your face, tell you, “FUCK YOU… EWA” and then extend my thumbs, jamming my thumbnails right into the base of our sensitive nipples and squeezing on your tits as hard as I can, making your flesh bulge through my fingers as the crowd cheers with a wild frenzy.
I cry out in pain, my breasts attacked, mauled, clawed and twisted. And what is frustrating is the ease, the relaxed demeanor this cxnt shows while doing it. There is no rushing, no fear of retaliation with my arms tied up. Natty’s lips brush against my ears, whispering her taunt, her little vindictive vengeance, and then adding insult to injury in the form of that point. FUCK I didn’t scream that loud. Is there even a rule for that?
But I have no time to protest and bitch. I glare at the fucking cxnt. I heard the score, from Natty’s lips and I fucking can’t believe it. What the FUCK happened? We were 4 points apart, and now… we’re 13??? HOW… I glance up to make sure I didn’t hear it wrong, but the board verifies it, and my heart sinks watching the time remaining. LESS than a minute. And suddenly despair just beings to set in… HARD… WHAPPPPPP!!
The backhand cracks me across my face hard, my brain is rattled, and a spike of pain erupts down my neck and spine… The way it’s held in the nelson makes me let out a loud CRY, as I feel some deep nerve pain, and hopefully not damage. I whimper, my eyes welling with tears. “Bi—bitches…” Then you move in to SMACK my breasts, swinging across one, and another, knocking them together and apart. Not stopping until my tanned breasts are bright pink with the hard smack marks.
The crowd cheering, as the clock ticks down, the entire minute almost swallowed I this assault. I glare at you, and I hiss defiantly; “no, fuck YOU, Kim… AIIIIEEHH!!” A shriek leaving my lips as the nails STAB into the base of my nipples as you push your thumbs in, almost inverting my nails back, as I just sob, trying to hold back the screams and pain. My back smeared with what’s left of Natty’s pain, feeling her cum-soaked crotch grinding into my ass…..
I didn’t think I would enjoy watching someone hurt Ewa so much. I mean of course I have enjoyed every time you lose a fight…but I always thought I rather be me doing the punishing… yet there is something so satisfying about holding you up while Kim destroys yours tits that I’m getting horny again despite the two hard orgasm… and I shamelessly rub my sex on Ewa’s butt while Kim attacks those huge targets. I even lean my head over Ewa’s shoulder to spit on her tits from above… just to watch the saliva fly as her tits get smacked all over her chest left and right. I look down at Ewa’s tits as they get rocked and pure. It is like poetry in motion. I then lick Ewa’s ear and bite it, sucking it and stretching it. Noticing the time is about to run out I lick her face and make sure to deduct some points of her before the buzz.
“Minus 3 points for Ewa for being such a weak cheap WHORE!” I yell in your ear and into the mic between your ear and my lips… right before the buzz signals the end of the match… and the crowd erupts in cheers celebrating Ewa’s destruction. But I don’t let Ewa go…holding her up a bit longer just because I love dominating her. “You lost cxnt… the match and the season…. and all because you are a fucking stupid bitch…” I whisper, and then I push Ewa down, letting her fall face and tits first into the mats as I get up… grabbing Kim’s right wrist and pushing her arm into the air to declare her… “THE WINNER!”
I’m just… euphoric. Of all the ways I could have imagined this night going and ending, I never imagined Natty holding Ewa up for me and letting me, no… encouraging me to do my worst to those massive mammaries of her. But Natty is in full-blown sadistic lust right now, and I love it. She’s taunting Ewa. Deducting points. Spiting at her tits. That little Mexican is getting herself worked up into a fucking frenzy, and I’m sure a fuck going to fuck her hard in that frenzy. I just smile at her, thinking about all the ways I’m going to fuck her as she taunts Ewa about losing and about losing the season as the buzzer sounds. I just let her keep going, working herself up more and more until she pushes Ewa down, and I watch Ewa slump to the floor in front of us.
Natty takes my hand and lifts it, declaring me the winner. I look up at the scoreboard and almost laugh when I see the final tally. My hand raised in the air with the crowd cheering and I look over at Natty, and I smirk as I think about the score…. “You know…. You either really hate this cxnt…. Or you really wanted me to win…” My eyes scan Natty’s body one more time, and I think about that backside of hers lubed up with my honey, and I smile, “either way… go get my strapon, you little cxnt.”
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(One kiss from each of us for all of you who took the time to read all of this.)