Big Bitch Bureau

Olivia97: Belle and I had taken an interest in Rhonda, hoping to make her a member of our new club, the Big Bitch Bureau. Before that though, Belle wanted to see how she handled herself and pit me, who has apparently become her little test dummy, against the newcomer. The three of us had rented a motel room for the night, mostly cleared out save for a sparse, tattered rug on the floor, a bed on the far wall, and a couch on the opposite wall facing the rug for Belle to spectate from. On one side of the rug stood me, dressed up in some cheeky panties and a crop top, with a lacy black push up bra beneath to give me some nice cleavage. Hands on my hips I sized up Rhonda, "Really Belle? You think this old frumpy bitch is good enough for us?"

Olivia97:

Bodied_By_Belle: “You’re cute when you’re in your feelings” 😉

Bodied_By_Belle:

Rhonda_Rumbles: I had arrived in the motel room a smell of cigarettes and sweat in the air from the dirty room. Nerves high in a room with two unfamiliar women whom I’m hoping to impress due to my eager desire to prove myself and have an outlet for some of my rage that gets built up from parenthood. I stand in a red corset pushing my breasts high staring across at my opponent for the evening Olivia. Unamused by her comment I retort “frumpy? We’ll see what you say when I’m pounding you into that nasty carpet bitch”

Rhonda_Rumbles:

Olivia97: "Yeah, we'll see granny." I was enraged, on a losing streak and looking to pummel poor Rhonda as a way to vent my feelings, and prove I wasn't just some doormat. I didn't waste time with anymore 'pleasantries,' instead erupting towards Rhonda at a quick pace. Hands up as I closed the distance towards her, I quickly tried to sink my fingers into her shoulder length hair and twist to tangle them into it, wanting a secure handle. As I did I huffed, attempting to tug her in by the roots while my right knee came up, hoping to shunt my knee cap into her corset garbed belly and start this match by winding the older woman.

Rhonda_Rumbles: Out of no where my nerves give way as Olivia rushes towards me rage in her eyes as in mine. I feel my roots tug making me grunt loudly then suddenly I feel a knee explode into my soft untoned belly making every part of my thick body jiggle. I gasp for breath as the blow partially knocked the wind from me then place both my hands firmly in Olivia’s hair pulling backwards trying to make her get a good look of the moldy ceiling. Raising my foot and stomping on her bare foot “you little cunt” I scream

Olivia97: Your hands tangle in mine in response as we resort to hair pulling, my hands tugging at your scalp while you grab my hair from behind and tug backwards, making me yip as my head tilts back and I am forced to look up at the ceiling. I pull against it, trying to correct my sight until you bring your bare foot up and stomp it down onto the top of my own. I scream out in pain, immediately shifting my weight to favor my healthy foot, agonized by the stomp, "Dirty fucking bitch!" I shout back, releasing your hair and swinging my hands wildly, trying to connect open palms with your face, chest, whatever I could really, slapping in a fury to try and fend you off.

Rhonda_Rumbles: The heat of battle continuing grunts and groans eminating from both of us. I feel some childhood memories returning and my rage releasing as I hear your scream. Suddenly I feel your hands all over me reddening my skin a symphony of slaps echoing off the walls. “Dirty? Dear your in a fight deal with it fucking whore this must be why you always lose” I drive my feet into the carpet trying to back you into the wall closest in view of belle.

Olivia97: My slaps smack into you, the sound of palm meeting flesh echoing throughout the room but failing to stop you as you keep your grip of my hair, yanking it backwards to help in your efforts of driving me backwards. Our bodies mash together, belly to belly and tit to tit as you pull my hair and bounce against me, slowly marching me backwards till I feel my ass flatten against the cheap motel drywall. With some leverage to support myself and nowhere for you to bully me back to I retaliate, yelling out in frustration as I try to drive my right knee up between your thighs, trying to mash your womanhood with the top of my quad in a cruel cuntbust.

Rhonda_Rumbles: My feet plodding into the carpet feeling successful walking you back staring at your chin as you stare up at the ceiling. Your supple skin pressed against mine becoming moist with sweat between both of us. As I feel you stop up against the wall I prepare to start punching at you freeing my right hand from your hand and balling it into a fist but before I can make any strikes my body goes numb momentarily and then a dull deep pain as you slam into my sex. I scream out “you fucking cunt” as I breath heavily leaning on you trying to gather myself

Olivia97: "Yeah I am, take it you bitch." I huff right back into your ear as you lean into me. I release your hair, my left arm wrapping around your torso to support your weight, holding me against you in a supportive fashion. It would be supportive at least if I didn't ball up my right fist and begin trying to dig it into your left side with repeated short, nasty hooks, trying to pummel into your obliques and inflict some torture on those well insulated guts beneath your corset, "Take it for me baby!"

Rhonda_Rumbles: As my breath starts to return as I feel myself pressed against you it quickly begins to leave again as your fist slams into my love handles below my corset. Each blow I feel straining the strings in the already tight attire. I moan “I’m not a little slut like you dear I’m not just going to take it” as I’m leaned into you I open my jaw and sink my teeth into your shoulder knawing my teeth trying to cut flesh. My arms both wrapped around the back of your neck trying to hold you close

Olivia97: As I feel your teeth against my flesh I panic, hands moving to brace against your hips to try and push, "Wait what the fuck? AAUGH!" My question is punctuated by a horrific scream, hands pushing at you to try and fend you off as your teeth dig into my shoulder and draw blood. I am howling, tears welling up in my eyes from the pain as your arms wrap around my neck and shoulders, keeping your mouth against my soft flesh while you gnaw into me, "FUCK, STOP!"

Rhonda_Rumbles: I feel you let me go, my head still not logical and fully in fight or flight flight mode I realize I’ve drawn blood as a warm copper taste hits my tongue . I release my bite stepping back from you raising my hands in a boxers pose. A drip of your blood seeping from the corner of my mouth down my chin. I spit it in your direction a combination of saliva and blood as I watch it drip down your well endowed chest. “I thought you wanted to fight little girl? Not ready to do what it takes to win?”

Olivia97: My shoulder is smeared with blood, your teeth marks well defined as the holes in my skin continue to seep. Once you pull away I hunch over a bit, a hand coming up to clutch at my shoulder, blood now soaking my palm as I take a few moments to try and recover from what just happened. While I do you spit your horrid mix of blood and saliva at me, feeling my own fluids run down my chest and between my tits, staining my top, "You're a fucking animal!" I huff, but seeing your hands up and with my back to the wall, I know this is far from over. Not wanting to fight from my trapped position I drop my shoulder and shout with fury, trying to slam my shoulder into your stomach and drive you back towards the middle of the room in a furious football-style tackle.

Olivia97: I have invited @Queen_Stephanie to join #Motel_Throwdown.

Rhonda_Rumbles: As I watch you I see something change in your eyes an animalistic like scene which I ready myself for. You charge at me head down but even with my best attempt to avoid you catch me squarely your bloody shoulder slamming into my body sending me to my ass in the center of the room. I do my best to wrap my arms around the back of your neck as I hold your face close into my chest my meaty thighs wrapped around your waist trying to slam my heels into your hips “get off me you fucking hippo”

Olivia97: I realize my blind rage has put me in a poor position, getting you down to your ass but now held against you, my cheek against the side of your tit and your thighs around my plump waist, squeezing in on my guts. I groan, huffing as we exchange sweat and I spit up some saliva onto your corset. Not going to just let you squeeze me out I ball my fists again, trying to beat them into your frumpy love handles, wanting to keep inflicting what pain I can into your belly as the two of us fight like savages, doing whatever it takes to fuck up the other.

Rhonda_Rumbles: I feel your warm sweaty body pressed into mine in a vicious hug. I feel you begin to try to break free by slamming your fists into my sides. The pain immense from the continuous blows my grip with my legs weakens a bit, before the grip is totally gone I try to inflict some damage of my own balling my hands into fists and beating down onto the back of your skull feeling your face hammer into my chest from each blow “I’m going to end you you fucking little slut”

Olivia97: As you begin pounding hammer fists into the back of my skull the strength of my own punches trails off, until finally they cease and my arms slump to the rug at your sides, my body jolting with each hit to my brain as my legs jerk and squirm. My eyes slightly close, my vision frosting over as each slam is punctuated by a sickly grunt. All I can do is huff, trying to catch my breath and steady my focus, needing a moment to recover while my brain rattles in my skull.

Rhonda_Rumbles: I feel you go limp on me for a moment a sense of remorse rushes over me, then I remember we both agreed to this and you would have done the same to me if given the opportunity. Then my remorse is gone and I hustle out from under you letting you flop to the floor. I grab you by the hair raising your face “had enough bitch?” Then eyeing belle on the couch “is this what you fucking wanted?”

Olivia97: You get out from under me, leaving me face down on the dirty carpet, bloodied and concussed with my eyes fluttering and my jaw nearly slack. A slight groan emerges from between my lips as you pull my hair, hefting my head up just enough to look towards Belle sat on the couch. My arms weakly flop and press into the floor, trying to lift myself, but not yet having the stability.

Rhonda_Rumbles: “I don’t hear you” I shout now sitting my weight onto your back and sending a firm right openhanded slap to your cheek as I still hold your hair back supporting your neck. After the slap I grab your chin with my right hand your head firmly in my grasp now as I stare daggers at belle from across the room huffing with rage. My chest raising with each breath.

Bodied_By_Belle: My jaw hangs slack, enraptured with the display of dominance Rhonda has put on at my co-founders expense…startling myself as I realize this vicious beast awaits my answer…”You’re in. A million times in!” I say in a raspy rush of breath. Cheeks tinged pink…embarrassed about just how deeply enraptured I was.

Olivia97: Rhonda mounts my back, giving me a brutal slap to my cheek that keeps me firmly in a concussed state of delirium, my head hanging weakly in her grip of my hair as I drool, some blood rolling over my lower lip. She grabs my chin, hooking me back and angling my battered face like a grisly trophy on display for Belle.

Rhonda_Rumbles: Hearing belles response and seeing the look on her face I let Olivia drop limply onto the floor. I stand above her placing my foot on her ass and flexing at belle “take a picture it might last longer bitch” as I step off Olivia I lean over grabbing her underwear and tearing it off then throwing it at belle “im glad im in your little club but remember this the next time you want to mess with the frumpy mom”

Olivia97: I let out an involuntary yelp and groan as Rhonda rips my panties off of me, exposing my cunt and my tight pink rosebud between my splayed, wobbly cheeks as I lay belly down, limp on the floor, pulverized by the newcomer. "Guh..."