ACW's - Mature Women Fight Fourm

22:11 Mature_Mellanie: I'm always hungry for a fight, yes the levels of my appetite vary but it's always there gnawing at me, that need to compete, to just find a bitch to go at it with. It's in my nature, and in my latest opponent I feel I've found someone that shares that. Sure, plenty of women like to fight or to bitch at one another, but to feel it in your bones, the need, not the want but the literal need to compete with body and claws, that is something far rarer. It is that need that has led me here. The two of us finding one another online and both quickly identifying the other as a seemingly ideal opponent. Now we test that. One will win. One will lose. Neither sure who it will be, will it be a close contest that tests our endurance to the limit or will it be a one sided beatdown that's over nearly as quickly as it has begun? We don't know and I love that, the anticipation enough to make you climb the walls. I stand there wearing nothing but a dark blue string two piece bikini, you similarly dressed in a tiger print bikini. Our eyes locked, glaring at one another. Not a single word spoken, not a single word needed, we feel all we need to say. I need a win after my defeat at the hands of Holly whilst you want to see how long your impressive winning streak can continue. Regardless of our win loss records though, we both just have the urge to cat, to defeat and humble our opponent. You strut towards the centre of the room, I hold my ground, keeping you waiting, tilting my head ever so slightly to the right giving you an unimpressed look before I sigh and take my time sauntering over to meet you in the middle of the cleared room. I'm both taller and heavier, a fact I seek to emphasise as I make a show of looking as far downwards as I can whilst still meeting your eyes.

07:20 Lisa47: The atmosphere seems to if anything amp up when I break my vigil and sashay across the carpet. Belly doing somersaults, the usual pre match jitters. I was expecting you to start your march a beat after me. But no…… you simply stand there and treat me to one of the bitchiest looks I’ve ever encountered. As I stand awkwardly in the appointed place I can feel my jaw clenching and my muscles popping at your effort at mind games. When you stride up, you make it clear that you’re going to try and intimidate me with our difference in size. I regard you coolly, hands by my sides. Letting my gaze start and the floor and slowly work up your impressive frame- but I’m giving away nothing. Simply cocking a disdainful eyebrow, you been weighed and measured in my mind….. and found wanting as many others have. A 3 inch and two stone weight difference may scare some people, but I’ve duelled and won against bigger then you and with better pedigrees. Now we’re up close and personal. Able to smell hints of one another’s perfume. Spot the tiny flaws on one another’s mature bodies. My lips purse as I drink you in…… readying myself for one of us to break the detente. Allowing myself a smug thought about stripping you and putting your big boobs through some very enjoyable torments. My mouth forms a thin, line of concentration …… all I can hear is our breathing , punctuated by that damn clock. Our inhalations synch……. My poker face abruptly dropping when I zip up my left hand and send a maybe 40% power slap at your right cheek……

12:37 Mature_Mellanie: As we meet in the middle of the room we just stand there regarding one another, the calm before the storm, although whilst it might look calm, just like with a storm it is anything but. It feels like it lasts for ages, dragging on and on but in reality it's nothing. We stand there silently appraising the other, looking into one another's eyes, gazing into the soul of the other, two cats ready to explode into action at the proverbial drop of a hat. The only sound coming from either of us is our breathing, we haven't laid so much as a finger on the other and yet it feels so deeply intimate. Then you send a slap to the right side of my face, it takes a great deal of effort to hold my face still but I refuse to show weakness, my jaw tenses and I let out a gasp of pain, doing my best to suppress the burning sensation that radiates across my cheek. I don't respond immediately, making you wait for it, you know it's coming. The silence continues each fraction of a second it's own eternity then suddenly I lash out, my right hand striking the left side of your cheek but unlike you I'm holding back far less of my strength as I strike you.

12:51 Lisa47: The clap from my hand across your arrogant face is the snap that makes this meeting real. Your head tilts with impact and the shock wave makes your breasts give a moderate jiggle. At first I allow myself a tight smile. The light red mark on your haughty features looks so delightful under the single lightbulb. But then the pause begins. My self assurance evaporating as the sands of time pass. Just staring at one another. I know every contour of your visage. They’re burned into my brain. My physique shifts with enforced wait. And when the return blow comes it’s loaded with venom & a damn site more weight than I expected. My brain bounces around inside my skull and a flash of light sears across my vision. My head spinning to the right with a loud SSSSMMMMAAAACCCCKKKK! sound. This time it’s my bust floundering in my bikini cups. Shutting my eyes momentarily as I wait for the pain to subside. My left cheek burning. I snap my head back to looking at you. Clenching and unclenching my small fists. Long, deep breaths through my nose inflating my chest, eyes slightly wild. Finally I master my respiration…… then it’s your turn to wait, the ghost of a smile that haunts your face fuelling my animosity. I wait another beat, with my right hand by my thigh, then loose a much faster, harder effort at your already struck cheek- the hand cutting through the air

12:59 Mature_Mellanie: I enjoy the sight of my hand connecting with your face, especially given how you react, you take it well but I just love the fact that I've caused you pain. In the grand scheme of our fight the single slap is meaningless, it has done nothing to advance my cause of achieving victory, but it hurt you and thus it gives me satisfaction, gives me pleasure. I'm here to defeat you, but I'm also here to hurt you, because I can and for no other reason than the fact that I'm a bitch who takes pleasure from inflicting pain. As you open your eyes, recovering from the blow, I part my lips just a little, the merest hint of my tongue poking through to give a tiny lick of my lips. I know the next slap is coming, I know you'll try to mirror me, making me wait, trying to torment me, I do my best to steel myself against the coming blow but with that uncertainty of when it will land there is only so much one can do. Then all of a sudden you lash out, string my right cheek again with a far harder blow, my neck twists as my head turns with the blow. I gasp, wincing as I feel the stinging sensation of your slap. I quickly change things up, giving you no time to savour the blow nor to prepare for mine I deliver a nasty backhanded slap with my right hand to your left cheek, looking to deliver some instant payback.

13:08 Lisa47: My turn to feel the sensation of sadism. Your blonde mane fanning outwards, the bobbed hairdo trailing the corkscrew motion of your head. I can’t help but feel my nipples stiffen as I watch the reaction in what seems like almost slow motion. Expecting you to take your time and make me sweat, the quick fire backhand stuns me. It shoots out almost whistling on it flight, cracking me across the cheek like a comet. The sheer momentum behind it almost makes me stumble, Im forced to stamp my right foot down to the ground to stop me lurching sideways. My cheek is crimson….. my head jarred from that wicked return. I work my jaw side to side angrily. Pulling my right hand through my wavy greying hair. Shooting you pure vitriol through slitted eyes. As my fingers comb through the back of my hair, I use the movement to increase the swing my right hard- loosing a tight arc and curling my fingers to let the nails lead, aiming for the glowing cheek that I’ve already been acquainted with

13:15 Mature_Mellanie: If looks could kill we'd both be dead. Glaring at one another with the kind of hatred only two warring women can ever experience. I take great pleasure as I see you stumble from the blow, I don't just think of pleasure, my body responds feeling it between my thighs as my nipples perk up to pay attention. You quickly fire back with your own response, curling your finger and letting my feel your talons as you again lash out at my right cheek. I let out a cry of pain as you connect, twisting me hard, staggering me. This time I don't respond with a slap, my blood boiling, adrenaline pumping through my veins I want more. I blindly charge forward, lowering my upper body looking to drive my shoulder into your chest trying to tackle you to the floor, wanting you on the back foot or to be literal, your actual back, so that I can unleash all of my nastiest thoughts upon your bikini clad body.

13:25 Lisa47: And in an instant, the nature of the battle changes…….any hint of refinement in the pair of us melting away as my claws find your mature flesh. A thin layer of skin jamming under the nails. There’s no time to congratulate myself though, the babe in blue with her heaving breasts and jagged mouth throws herself at me with a furious bark. The rapid drop of your shoulders warning me that it’s just got personal, the leading shoulder slamming into my bosoms- mushrooming the sides of breasts out of the skimpy tiger print material. I act quickly, throwing my feet back and bracing…. The balls of my feet dragging across the carpet fibres sending heat into my feet. I try to circle both arms around to clasp my hands on the back of your neck to use your forward force to drop your body weight downwards….

13:30 Mature_Mellanie: As I drive you backwards you wrap your arms around me, gripping the back of my neck to pull me down with you, something I have absolutely no objection to as I crash down hard on you. I let out a groan from the impact as my momentum is suddenly halted by your own body which in turn was stopped by the floor but I know any discomfort I have is likely far less than your own given that you are sandwiched between my larger body and the floor. I quickly latch on to your hair with my left hand, looking to use the grip to control your head, I wrap some of your weave between and around my fingers then pull sharply to your right, trying to wrench your neck painfully as I attempt to straddle you, looking to cement my position atop you and take control.

13:42 Lisa47: My legs backpedaling, catch around one another…. I trip with your bull like charge and capsize over my own feet. Dropping like a stone first onto my fleshy rump and then laid out on my back! Your mass slamming down on top me, feeling all 155lbs of your weight Smashing onto my smaller frame with you trying to scamper yourself up my body. “Aahhhuuggh!!” My hair is snared in your fist, a plume of dark grey flecked mane spewing over the back of your hand and “GGGRRAAAGGHHHH!” As my cranium is crunched to the side. A wicked sensation goes from my lata to the bottom of my ear. It’s a searing tearing feeling and my face screws up in agony. But I’m not finished yet. Pulling the soles of my bare feet to my backside, I attempt to plant them into the floor while Trying to scoop your right arm with my left and thrusting my weight over onto my right shoulder plate, unleashing the strength in my legs to bridge up and try to topple you

13:50 Mature_Mellanie: As I try to pin you down against the floor so that I can have my wicked way, you make it clear you have no intention of letting me take advantage of my current positioning, as you plant your feet underneath your prone form and push off as you grab at my right arm and bridge up underneath me. I keep my grip of your hair, trying to yank your head sharply to try and discourage you but as you lift I'm quickly unbalanced and I lose my position, falling off of you and onto my side. I wince as you dump my body to the floor but I've loving this, I don't want easy prey, I want to earn my victory, I want your best so that there are no excuses should I best you and so that I can use the story of my victory to try and intimidate Holly, our mutual rival that you hold an impressive win record over. Whilst I'm eagerly anticipating victory I know I should be careful, you're on a winning streak and whilst that could make you arrogant I know that to have gone undefeated for so long means I can't afford to underestimate you.

13:57 Lisa47: There’s a horrible moment when you simply teeter…. But as my buttocks clear the floor, the thin band between my legs stretching between my bum cheeks and crotch, you pitch over landing on your right side, but still with a mitt full of cougar hair. I let the force take me and manage to get my knees down to the floor. Bent over with your hold on my tresses. I’m blowing hard, this is a war of attrition! But with both hands freed, I try to take the pain…. It can’t be any worse than childbirth! First stop is reaching my right hand out to try and force the edge of my sweaty palm under your nose, to try and force your head back, simultaneously trying to throw my left leg over your lying buxom body to achieve a mount…

14:04 Mature_Mellanie: Warring like a pair of big cats. Neither of us in our prime, our movements aren't the quickest but both of us with years of experience. You get to your knees whilst I'm still laying on my side and I know I've lost out on the better positioning against you. Your right hand presses against my face, pushing my head backwards. It puts me at a disadvantage, blocking my clear vision of you. On my side I can't really make good use of my right hand so I begrudgingly release your hair with my left but then try to rake my nails down where I estimate the side of your face should be, looking to inflict pain and to hopefully allow myself an opportunity to recover. My clawing isn't quite quick enough though as I feel one of your bare legs come across me as I'm rolled onto my back and you straddle me, fighting from my back though suddenly allows me to make proper use of my right hand and I reach up somewhat blindly feeling for your bikini top and working my right hand underneath the striped fabric and applying a squeezing grip to your left breast.

14:16 Lisa47: The comeback is on! I’ve had a scary few minutes where it was all you, but a mix of good fortune, cunning and experience has me sat astride you. My fleshy leg over your ribs and knees glued to the carpet. My head still low with your hair hold, the roots actually squeaking where they’re being tugged so hard. But I feel your chin starting to lift with the heel of my right hand putting pressure on your septum. Such a delicate and overlooked part of the anatomy. I’m gulping in air, my chin very near to collar bone. One of your deadly hands swishes trying to tear at my face, but for the moment blinded as you are, the blades of your fingers miss the target. My left hand starts to search for your hair, wanting to pay you in your own coin. That’s when I feel it…..hairs on the back of my neck start to raise as spider like fingers fish under a padded bikini cup. Slipping along my sweaty flesh until they alight on my thick brown nipple… nails pushing into the plump bosom…. Sending rolls of surplus titty flesh cascading around your fingers and squeeze my boob! I give a sharp hiss. Starting to shake wildly on top of you, but trying my damndest to drop my rump onto your navel to give you something to think about. 10 seconds…. 20 and the pain is unbearable! I snatch my hands away from your face and try to twist my sharp nails into your boob gripping arm to get you gone! But all the while hunched over by your steely mane hold. The fabric of my bikini bottoms stretched thin across my seat!

14:26 Mature_Mellanie: The face, groin and breasts are all prime targets in catty fights, not always the best targets to achieve victory but they make a statement. So many women think that a submission is just achieved by inflicting more pain than an opponent can handle and whilst yes that is entirely possible, a submission is typically earned far before that, it's when one woman swallows her pride and realises that for what it's costing her to continue fighting, it is just no long worth it. The pride cost is high but if it's the difference between taking a loss and avoiding longer lasting damage it's the smart move, especially if it's clear that the odds just aren't in your favour, it's rarely the logical position to allow yourself to suffer more pain and damage once the outcome is clear even if pride might demand it. I'm starting to feel like I'm in a furnace, whilst I keep myself in shape my exercises just don't replicate this level of intensity both in the levels of exertion and the speed of movement, with you sitting atop me it only adds to the close heat. My swipe at your face is largely ineffective however I instantly observe a reaction from you as soon as I start attacking one of your breasts, now bringing my other hand down and towards your chest I seek to work that hand into your other bikini cup to allow me to use both hands to attack both breasts simultaneously. You respond by bouncing your ass onto my stomach, I gasp as you, driving some of the air out of my lungs and making me feel a little nauseous as you squash my belly.

14:43 Lisa47: You’ve made a statement….. victory at all costs. No target is off limits. And you’ve focused on an area where I’m particularly sensitive…. Both from a pain perspective and from my ego. It’s what attracts perspective lovers to me….. and now they’re being wrenched twisted and tugged. The nails burrow in like pin points. Scratching and bruising the soft tissue. Making me quiver, roar with pain. You surrender your grip on my hair at last, but the relief doesn’t last- despite my burning hairline. It gives up on that and then steals into the other cup, dragging the fabric downwards to unseat my girls. Then tearing in with the same abandon as your other hand. On your stomach, my pillowy cheeks slap off of you as the lacerations continue. Spraying spittle from my mouth that is formed into a perfect O of torment, my crotch grinding into you as I writhe and wriggle. I seize the chance to take the fight back to you! Flinging either hand at your demented face in a series of wild forehand swings. Putting everyone I have into them while my bust pays the price…… tears roll down my hot cheeks. A non stop whimpering as I let fly

14:53 Mature_Mellanie: In my experience most women that prefer to fight in bikinis or lingerie do so at least partly due to the fact that they are proud of their tits and/or their ass. From what I've seen you've got a pretty good rack although naturally I believe mine are more attractive. I know by attacking your chest I can both wound your body and inflict a high degree of physical pain with relatively low effort on my part but I can also lash out at your ego, attacking a body part that you ascribe a special degree of pride to. I plant my palms into the undersides of both of your breasts, spreading my fingers out and digging my nails in, using them to slice deeply into your skin, trying to break your flesh I then try to ball my hands up, dragging your clawed flesh together as my palm rises as if I was trying to burst a balloon, something that wouldn't be an inaccurate description. I suspect it's desperation that you respond by unleashing your hands upon me but rather than going for my breasts you start to strike at my face. I cry out in pain from the blows, my face stinging as you rain down fury upon me and quickly turn my face red, I try to turn my face to the right, and tuck it into my shoulder to provide some better cover and minimise the profile of your target but I refuse to stop attacking your breasts, in fact I now start to slowly but firmly rotate my hands, my left counter clockwise, my right clockwise as I twist at your breasts as I crush and claw them.

15:37 Lisa47: The total bitch between between my legs seems to delight in rending the boobs that I’m so very proud of! The animal print is stretched under my favourite pair of assets giving a partial view of my tan lines, now bedecked with thin but deep scores from the spurs on her hands. Both D cup bosoms are rolled upwards, compressing them into the ultimate breast lift. Tiny streams of red melt down my sweaty chest. The crazed whacks to your face clearly hurting you, but not stopping you disfiguring my cleavage. My juggs are slapped together with a hearty wet slapping sound, then pushed further up yet, pulling the underboob taut. My nipples poke out from between your pink painted nails, thick still. The turning of my mammaries has me screeching in a shrill squawk. The teats pointing out unnaturally sideways. The scarified skin a tapestry of wounds. Spare titty skin balloons out of the gaps between your pinkies.the upwards push of your hands under my chest starts to curve my vertebrae. Wet hair sticking to bronzed shoulders. Rage flows through me! My beloved boobs torn to shreds!!! My chubby ass shivers on your firm belly with my manic squirming…… finally I snap! Balling my weaker left hand (due to your turned face) I sling my knuckles towards your nose- I have to stop this insane pain!!!!!

15:48 Mature_Mellanie: It's a battle of attrition. My chest mauling against your face slapping. Neither can endure for ever but one will out last the other. Both of us have the ability to put an end to it, either by surrendering or simply abandoning our own attack in order to defend against the other. Despite the pain we are suffering, the damage we are taking, neither of us will back down. Both going all out to just hurt the other, the two of us desperate to demonstrate just who is the bigger bitch, the alpha female, the Queen of the cougars. My face takes blow after blow from you but I know how much you must be suffering, confident you'll abandon your attack any moment and either cry out your submission or will try to force my hands from your chest and so I keep going as you batter my face. I'm soon proven right, you do abandon your slapping but rather than that being the end of your attack you instead throw your left fist into my nose. I cry out in pain, it feels like my nose has exploded. I quickly withdraw my left hand from your right breast and bring my arm across my own face shielding and also trying to tend, my wounded nose in my elbow pit. "CUNT!" I screech at you "I'll rip those fucking tits off your chest for that!" enraged by the punch and making sure you know it. I adjust my right hand, no longer going for your breast flesh, now it's all about the nipple, I cruelly pinch it between my thumb and forefinger making sure you get the nail then I twist it as sharply as I can.

16:23 Lisa47: The front of my fist clangs off of your nose, it was a full swing with whatever I could put behind it…. But as it struck I feel the jolt of knuckles hitting a hard surface. I whine as it goes numb, my thumb was wrapped inside the fingers having had no formal training and it it aches dully….. throbbing, along with the rest of the hand. Blood spurts from the target and you vocalise your pain where I scream and groan. A pool of blood forms on the carpet, but I can’t be smug. With your arm across your face that avenue is bolted shut to any attack. “NO!!!………NOOOOOOOO!!!! ……. YOU BLONDE SLUT!!!!!!!!……… AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIII!!!!!” I look down at my scathed bust. The freed bosom awash with red… purpling bruises. it swings, swollen…… no longer something to be proud of, but my screaming wasn’t from looking at the damage you’ve caused: it’s the big brown nipple that it pincered between two painted claws. Spun around so far that it shrivels! “NO!NO!NO!” I howl….. jiggling around like you’ve plugged me into a socket! Feverishly I tear at the offending hand. My black nails digging trenches into your arm while I sway around in my straddle yelling myself in a cacophony of misery. Both titties looking like I’ve been dragged through brambles, and a nipple that feels like it’s been cauterised. “No!……..No!……….No!……” I wheeze…… rocking around violently on top of you as my talons taste your flesh

19:56 Mature_Mellanie: I gently try to tend to my wounded nose using my arm, I can feel blood trickling from my nose, I can smell and even taste the coppery flavour, usually it's something I enjoy but I hate the fact that you made me bleed especially from the fact that's it's from my nose. I hope you haven't done any lasting damage, my nose hurts badly and my eyes are watering. Despite just how much it hurts though I'm taking pleasure in listening to you screech and scream as I destroy your nipple. It's music to my ears, figuratively speaking, I can't help but think how delicious you will sound as I force you to submit to me and then the noises you make from what I do to you afterwards. I'm determined to keep my grip as long as I can but your clawing at my arm is incredibly effective, my arm burning as you scratch at it wildly. Now it's my turn to howl in pain "YOU FUCKING BITCH!". I do as much damage as I can before I withdraw my arm but as I do I lash out trying to back hand you across the face. "Stupid cow! You should give up before I rip the fucking thing off!" With one arm still there to cover my face and the other no longer attacking your nipple, withdrawing it after I try to slap you, I quickly try to buck upwards trying to unbalance you so that I can get off of my back. "Get your ass off me, bitch!"

20:17 Lisa47: My whole boob feels like a volcano about to erupt. If this was an animation it would be bright red and pulsing to the size of a melon. My left hand is shooting pains up to my shoulder, the problem with novices trying to throw punches! So although I’ve burst your nose, the usual fuzzy feeling of wanton sadism has the sheen taken off of it. By now there’s a healthy, but unhealthy for me, bleeding from my gripped tit. I’m getting some results from the lacerations to your lightly muscled arm. Deep, gory track marks are riven into your sweaty flesh. The kind that will leave a memory embedded of a legendary meeting of two vicious cats. The growling admonishments deafening admissions that you keenly feel the wounds. With a final take across my bust ,that finds me wailing on my haunches, which has me react by twisting my face into a frieze of pure harrowing suffering and folding slightly at the waist- I’m lined up beautifully for the feral swat from your bloody hand! Time stands still as it detonates across my rosy cheek. A haze of perspiration…. Mixing with red as the nails find my mouth, swiping my head sideways to the right. My mauled bosoms shift as my torso spins. A loud croak after the explosion from my ruptured mouth….the follow up hip thrust upwards adds to the impetus of the slap. Depositing me onto my thickset rump…. Cradling my face with my left hand, seeing stars…… working my jaw to try and get some feeling into it- stunned,with my mouth finding the same taste you recently sampled

20:50 Mature_Mellanie: I sit upright, checking my nose with my right hand whilst using my left hand to lightly tend the scratches on my right arm. "Fucking cunt!" I spit almost under my breath. I glance over at you, seeing you cradling your face with your left hand and checking on your jaw. As hurt as I am I know that I've got an opportunity, you've presented me with an opening that I'm desperate to exploit. You had me on my back and things could have gone a lot worse for me, now it's important I take advantage of any opportunities that I'm presented with. I smirk to myself as I get a wicked idea, I quickly slide up behind you, stretching out with my legs and looking to wrap my thick legs around your midsection in a body scissors wanting to crush your body, as my legs look to snake around you, my hands are similarly utilised. I reach around with both hands, claws extended, looking once more for your already wounded breasts. I whisper into your right ear "I'm going to rip you to pieces you nasty fucking cunt!" you can just tell from my voice how delicious I find the idea, eager to inflict pain on you, wanting you to suffer.

21:06 Lisa47: Over a stretched tiger print bikini top, a pair of mangled breasts jiggle. The skin blemished and cut. The thong cut bikini bottoms misshapen from this epic encounter, with the back panel stuck up between my squishy buttocks. The bright bursts of light are beginning to recede from the brain busting bitch slap. My jaw throbs terribly though. My once pretty rack, now sat over my top- usually pert for 49 years old, they now look slightly droopy…. And covered in multiple scores, courtesy of your wicked claws. A shake of the head and I’m nearly back compus mentus (?). That’s when a pair of hefty of thighs dart around my waist, cinching my ribs in so hard that the bones bend in with a dull crunch. My red rimmed eyes with the smeared mascara go on stalks. Immediately my tired arms try to seize the flesh and work my black nails into the expanse of skin, my fingers feel sticky to the touch- there’s a cocktail of cat blood running to my half knuckles. A strong construction and I let out a retching wheeze….. trying to twist my body side to side hoping the sweat will make an exit possible…. But the dual tiddy grip puts pay to that! Again you target my tenderised chest again the agony returns. Again I howl, high pitched with a quavering tone. Your arms and legs pulling me in to a lethal embrace

21:41 Mature_Mellanie: I strain my legs as I try to crush your ribs, I give you a few good hard squeezes then just go into constrictor mode. Locking my legs around you and then just tightening my grip when you scream or exhale, looking to wear you down, trying to work your breathe out of your body like you were a tube of toothpaste. That's business, it's all about winning the fight, what I'm doing to your breasts though, well that's just because I'm a nasty bitch. I could just squeeze them or give you a hint of claws, but no I want them destroyed, some of it is payback for what you've done to me, most of it is just because I take pleasure from inflicting pain upon other women. I want to hear you scream, I want you to experience more agony that you can handle. Once more I seek out your nipples, thumb, forefinger and of course their nails and I pull and twist. "Sing for me bitch! Beg me to accept your submission, wish I was filming this so that cunt Holly could see what she's in for the next time I get my hands on her." I cackle, enjoying myself far more than any well adjusted person should.

21:55 Lisa47: I’m a sorry sight, caught up in your spider hold….. trapped prey…. This gruelling grudge match has exhausted. The sheer wanton violence you’ve brought has overwhelmed me and now I’m captive in your strong limbs. My rib cage bows and creaks woodenly. Breasts fattened by the injury swelling, now in your sadistic clutches. And clutched they are! The big thick brown nipples like catnip to your pink talons. Extending them to breaking point, before twisting them gloatingly. Your crossed ankles keep me hemmed in, tiring me out- keeping me your prisoner. My own hands flail at yours as I whine. A particularly nasty tuning of my dials spends a spurt of saliva out of my mouth. Making me arch backwards with a loud “EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!………. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!” Flinging myself around in the vice….. the sweat from my body collects around your powerful thighs, such is the seal you have around me. My feet paw the ground in front of me…… dragging my skittering heels all around us my torso trying to crane back in my struggles. Veins bulge in my temples and throat. A rictus covering my face, wide hips trying to buck upwards…….

22:05 Mature_Mellanie: I delight on your torment. If there's anything more enjoyable than taking a strong powerful nasty woman and turning her into a weak screaming bitch, well if there is anything better I'm not sure I've experienced it and it's certainly beyond my imagination. Well, maybe there is one thing that would be more enjoyable, turning you into a broken and submissive bitch for me. Now that would be divine. As powerful as my legs are, it takes a considerable effort to keep the pressure up but I've got you where I want you and I have no intention of letting you out of your prison of pain until I've grown bored of your screams and have earned my prize, your complete and utter defeat. I continue to focus on your nipples, moving my face back to your right ear and cooing softly "Surrender bitch, surrender before your pathetic tits are never the same again!" I lick your ear suggestively, having fun making a point of my current dominance "You think I won't twist them off?" I sneer "How much are you willing to bet?" As you buck and lurch back and forth trying to escape I lose my grip on your nipples but look to quickly re-establish my attack. "Awww don't you like having your gnat bites played with?"

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22:21 Lisa47: the “big cat” wilts in your hold. My frenzied bucking starting to lose its initial defiance. Your grand thighs have me…… the tops almost pushing my boobs upwards. Rolling the flesh. The now bright red nips are tugged outwards from my body with one of my feet stamping the floor, hoedown style. My knees hitched up under your encompassing legs, spread wide. If some one was stood in front of us watching they could see how the fabric of my bottoms had stretched thin and edges of my dark thatch peep out from the animal print. Your back is on the carpet… my shoulder blades sliding over those rock nipples of yours. Another sharp yelp when your hands slip off the greasy skin of my sweaty and bloody raw tits. The saccharine sweet entreaties and the tongue filling ear…. Making it feel like I’m submerged…. Which maybe I am. I’m sinking and lost…….trilling like a boiling kettle……. Hands trying to bat at yours… slapping them off only to have the palms start to slap the outside of my roughed up peaks so that they smack together dead centre of my body. Flecks of perspiration flying. Cawing in a mere croak. My voice box fried yr

21:04 Mature_Mellanie: I'm a nasty bitch. I can't help but feel aroused as I maul you, two bitches in a nasty private war, both determined to destroy one another but right now you're the one being maimed and I'm all hot and bothered at what I'm doing to you. I love it. Abusing your sensitive and once proud nipples. You slap at my hands trying to free your nipples and succeeding but I'm still in a great position and able to attack your breasts. "Where's that big cat I was warned about huh? Where's the bitch that defeated Holly? Where is she? That's the woman I came to fight!" I hiss at you taunting you, trying to add psychological damage to the physical wounds I'm inflicting upon you. "Surrender you weak bitch, you're fucking done for!" I snarl into your ear.

21:13 Lisa47: Two mangled, sweaty peaks radiate pain in horrid waves through my torso. The skin is a latticework of nail drags and red open sores. The tan lines invisible through the scarlet heat!! The relief is immediate when my girls are finally unhanded…… blood dribbles from the lacerations…… brown nipples now a disturbing swollen pair of teats. My bruised face matches my bust. Slick dark hair with its natural silver streaks flattened with sweat and stuck around my tear streaked cheeks with the running eye make up. Your taunts hurt- maybe not as much as my injuries, but fertilise the doubts in my racing head. With my right hand, I try and reach between my legs to grab at your sex….. I’m fast running out of steam…… every movement feels a battle of its own after the meat grinder I’ve been fed through

21:18 Mature_Mellanie: I slap at your breasts, toying with you, stinging your sensitive chest showing you that you're at my mercy, that I'm the better woman and that I'm in complete control of this fight. "You're mine bitch, you should give up now whilst I'm still being nice enough to let you, otherwise I might decide I want to torture you all night, you think your pathetic udders are hurting now? Do you really want to find out how sadistic I can be?" Hissing at you from behind. Caught up in my trash talking I don't realise your hand reaching between your own thighs and behind you, suddenly feeling your hand against my bikini bottoms, I wince the moment I feel your hand between my own thighs, a thin layer of fabric all that is protecting my womanhood from your hand.

21:25 Lisa47: Plump Lisa titties wobble and roll with the accurate and hate filled claps from either side. The minced mammaries dancing around and canoning together. “Nnuuhhhhhh!!!…….. uuunnghhhh!!!…… you…blonde…….. oooohhhaahhh!!” Cuts from either bosoms kiss together as more and more strikes pound them…the shining tanned arm that’s cast between my leg offers scant protection from your violence. Just as I feel your pronounced labia through the moist bottoms another barrage sets about my boobs and I let out a squeal of pure, unadulterated surrender. My tits have taken enough…… “no more!!!!!……. No more!!!!!……. I give!!!” Trying to cradle both leaden arms around my destroyed jugs

21:32 Mature_Mellanie: Your surrender is music to my ears, I dump you over onto one side as I get up from behind and below you, getting to my knees. I kneel over you sneering down at you, watching you pathetically tending to your mangled and blooded breasts. "Who is the better woman you cunt?" It's a question but it's clear that I'm not asking you I'm telling you what to say. "Say the wrong thing and find out what it will cost you I fucking dare you!" I grab your face, digging my fingers into your cheeks as I force you to look up at me, shooting you a nasty bitchy smirk of superiority as I await your response.

21:37 Lisa47: At my yielding, you simply twist and dump me onto the carpet. Disgusted by the sweating bloody figure that you’ve defeated. I’m crumpled on my side. Shoulders shaking as I silently sob. The perspiration makes every cut magnify its torture of me. Shivering with the beating I’ve taken…. My stretched bikini top dragged under my chest….. I’m literally quivering when your fingers pinch into my cheeks and force my jaws open…. Shellshocked from a primal battering…… my reddened eyes can barely meet your hard stare…… “please….. no….. more….”

21:42 Mature_Mellanie: I laugh in your face as you sob, as you plead for your torture to end. "Pathetic." I declare, laughing hard before shoving your face towards the carpet. I get to my feet, leaving you to sob in a pile on the floor. Moments later though I return with my mobile phone, taking a few photos of you and recording a short video, I then turn my back to you and record a selfie video, making sure to get you in the background "This is the bitch that beat you Holly? Fuck I really was having and off day when we fought. This, is exactly what I'm going to do to you when we next fight. Until then though..." I turn back to face you "I'm going to have some fun with my little bitch." I stop recording then straddle your face, planting my bikini covered sex onto your face and posing over your beaten body, taking a few more snaps with my phone camera.

21:47 Lisa47: My unbeaten streak has been stopped dead by the better and more brutal cat who had a point to prove. I’ve never been bested in such a way….. reduced to gibbering and submissiveness in such a humiliating fashion. Tossed to the floor, like a rubbish sack. I try and shy away from the camera and your gloating. Nursing my ruined chest, feeling every second of the drubbing from the big blonde. I’m twisted around until I’m on my back. Arms pinned under heavy legs with a sticky bikini grinding my mouth. A petrified eyes peer up from your crotch with freely running weeping eyes……. Your musk filling my nose……. The lesser woman in her place

21:48 Lisa47: The phone capturing the carpet burns on my legs…… the red stripes that glow on my withered frame….. and of course….. the shredded udders…..

21:53 Mature_Mellanie: I look down at you, seeing your eyes looking up from under me, I love it, seeing the fear in your eyes. The nasty bitch was the impressive winning streak not just defeated but broken, fuck it's delicious. "Here's the deal cunt, pleasure me, pleasure me as best you can and if you do a good enough job I might just leave you alone, and if you ever get a thought pop into your head for a single instant about using your claws or your teeth..." I lean down towards you menacingly "If you even think about it, I'll FUCKING KILL YOU" I stay there, leaning over you, making my point, my back hurting but I don't show it "Understand?"

21:56 Lisa47: My hips roll weakly side to side under you…… flabby thighs puckering and jiggling as they fall onto the floor…… I can feel the carpet fibres soaking up my sweat… knowing the blood is leaving pinkish stains around me. A crude outline of a beaten woman. You snarl your challenge at me….. I’d shrink back if I could….. but there’s nowhere for a wretch like me to hide. I nod quickly….. wanting the nightmare to end as fast as I can. My mangled mouth opens and I push out my tongue….. tasting your juices through the sodden bikini panel. Lapping pathetically at your big cat slit….my vision swimming from my crying. Your backside a millstone on my brutalised boobs. Agitating the slices you’ve taken out of them

22:02 Mature_Mellanie: "Mmmmm there's my good little slut." I bite my lip as your tongue licks at my bikini bottoms. I allow you to continue for a moment before climbing off of you. I strip out of my bikini, leaving myself completely naked then I lay down on the floor. "Pleasure me you weak fucking whore! Show me what you're good for, since you're a pathetic fighter and a poor excuse for a cat!" I lick my lips as I command you to me. "Remember, you even have a thought of not playing nice, you'll regret it for the rest of your life... the full minute of it." I shoot you a look that makes it clear I'm not making an ideal threat, that if you dare to attack me I'll make you pay. I know I'm taking a risk, I've stripped naked, I've got on the floor, my defences are lowered completely, but I'm so fucking aroused at what I've done to you that I'll take the risk, one bitchy cat exposing herself to another.

22:08 Lisa47: I regard you through my tear filled eyes. Utterly devastated….. my chin on my breastbone. Looking at you between my torn chest. I nod exhausted. Rolling onto my belly. Then dragging myself across the floor. Leaving a slick behind me…. Totally cowed. Your threats terrify me….. I’m a bag of nerves as I get between your statuesque legs…… your body so much more powerful than mine. My torn mouth hovers over your cunny. Some bleeding showing on my lips as I haltingly drop my face onto your sex. Closing my mouth around as much of your kitty as I can….. sealing my mouth in place, your nectar tainting my tongue….. pulling the flat of it up the length of your aroused folds….. working it back and forth against you. Hands lightly holding the insides of your thighs. Able to feel the muscles flex while I try to pleasure you

22:13 Mature_Mellanie: I try to hide my obvious arousal as you drag yourself pathetically to me, not wanting you to feel like you have any power, wanting you meek. In truth though I'm eagerly anticipating you touching me, it's been a little while and I need it, my appetite doesn't get satiated nearly as much as I want or need. You slowly move your face between my thighs lowering your head and taking as much of my womanhood into your mouth as you can. "Oooooooooh fuck that's it you weak dyke slut! Mmmmmm pleasure me, worship me, thank me for showing you mercy you weak fucking bitch!"

22:18 Lisa47: I slobber over your womanhood. My mouth a wet pocket of flesh against you. Now flooded with your sex juices, I obediently continue my servitude on your pulsating V. I feel a hand in my hair as you prompt me, lifting my head from your sticky crevice. “Thank you…. For your mercy” I humbly echo. Your honey painted around my mouth… then pulling me back onto you. I pull my knees across the floor. Aggravating the burns on my legs, my plump behind in the air feasting on your champions snatch. Dipping my tongue in the oily puddle of your arousal

22:19 Lisa47: Wiry pubic hairs tickling my nose as I dine out on you….. the rhythmic squelching of a horny crotch the music to my penance

22:23 Mature_Mellanie: I close my eyes, laying back and starting to fondle my breasts, alternating between squeezing them forcefully and toying with my nipples. "Oooooooh you hungry whore!" I press my hips up, trying to push my cunt into your face. My feet clenching. "Oooooooh yes yes yes yes yes! Nasty bitch, give me what I want! You're such a weak fucking bitch aren't you? Pathetic loser slut! Oooooh I'm going to tell everyone what a slut you are, how weak you are, how pathetic you are! Uhhhhhh mmmmmm yes!"

22:30 Lisa47: My shiny back, complete with its talon tracks, red sores and bikini ties curved down so that I can make you climax. Sending that a women of your tastes likes it I let my weight onto my tongue as it scours you…… the hard clitoris poking against the organ that licks and pets you feeling you going with me…… pushing my tongue home…. Plumbing your sex hole…… shaking my head to spur you on….. before licking quickly along your greasy girl. Long fast laps. Kissing your erect clit. Tapping it with the tip of my tongue then sucking your lips. Before rolling the full length of tongue right there….. feeling you buck into my loser face

22:40 Mature_Mellanie: I'm extremely aroused, there's nothing like the thrill of victory over a rival, that spark you get from taking a strong dominant woman and turning her into a pathetic broken mess. There really is nothing that can compare to it, I crave it. As a result of my advanced arousal it doesn't take much for your efforts to yield fruit, you're such a damaged wreck that no matter what you do it's going to drive me wild. I start to tremble and buck underneath you before I let out a groan as I shudder and squirm as I reach my climax. I roll over onto my side taking my now very sensitive vagina away from you, as a serious of after shocks rock my body. My orgasm is huge, so incredibly intense "Uhhhhhhhhhh jesuuuuus fuck!"

22:45 Lisa47: The constant pussy worship and the sight of a defeated foe being made to do it pours petrol on the fire between your legs. The turbulence from your strong hip thrusts a tell that you’re ready….. I curl my tongue inside your hunny pot and feel the walls crush it as you howl in pleasure. The speedy turn forcing me onto my face on the floor. Sticky of face and broken of spirit. Utterly demoralised I simply lie face down trying to recover my wits. Both boobs pancaked out on the floor. One foot pawing the carpet arms clutched around my breasts…….. outfought and soundly beaten……..

22:50 Mature_Mellanie: I lay there for a moment, waiting for my orgasm to fully subside and catching my breath. After a few moments I start to stir, picking myself up and off of the floor. Looking down at you "You're a weak whore Lisa, perhaps after I've broken Holly I'll give you another shot at me, if you're ever dumb enough to challenge me again." I lower back to my knees, pulling your animal print bikini off of your body, stripping you naked before returning to my feet and planting my right foot on the side of your face "If you do ever challenge me again, you better make it worth my time." Pressing my foot more forcefully into the side of your head now "No fun in beating a subby slut who can't put up a fight." With a shove of my foot I get off of you and collect my own bikini, leaving the room, getting dressed then leaving you alone, stripped naked and defeated, weak and alone. (End?)