The Doubter

By Blizzard

Molly clicked her computer mouse and gazed at the monitor as the thumbnail expanded to full screen size. The shoulder length auburn haired girl leaned back in her chair as she studied the image.

“I don’t know why this stuff gets me so hot.” she said half aloud. “But it does!”

The 22 year olds roommate, Felicia, walked into the livingroom and approached Molly.

“I’m taking a shower, Tommy is coming over in a little while.” announced the long, curly haired brunette. “Don’t tell me you’re browsing those ridiculous lesbian sites again.” she scolded, looking over Molly’s shoulder at the screen.

“What do you mean by ‘lesbian sites’?!” asked the redhead, turning to look at the 26 year old.

“C’mon, those girls must be lesbians. Look at them!” said Felicia, pointing at the monitor. “She’s sitting on that chick’s face!”

Molly gave the brunette a perturbed look. “That doesn’t classify them as lesbians. They’re athletic performer’s.”

“Athletic performer’s!” scoffed Felicia. “Those chicks are just Barbie dolls that get paid to pose and look good. I could probably outwrestle all of them!”

Molly looked up at the larger girl with raised eyebrows. “Have you ever wrestled another woman?!” she asked.

“No.....but I know I could handle myself well if I ever did.” answered Felicia defensively.

Molly rose from the chair and faced the brunette with a coy grin. “O.K., let’s wrestle then!”

Felicia laughed nervously and replied “No thanks.....don’t tell me you’re a lesbian!”

Molly smiled at the taller girl. “C’mon, let’s have a friendly little match - it’ll be fun!”

The brunette stared at her roommate briefly and then responded “I have to take a shower, I’m seeing my man tonight.” The emphasis was on the word ‘man’.

“I understand.....” teased Molly as she returned her gaze to the computer screen. “You don’t want to get embarrassed.” It was a slicing comment.

Felicia scoffed and sized up her roommate. “I’m considerably bigger than you. I doubt that would happen.” The brunette had a valid point - she was 5’7” and 130 pounds, compared with the 5’4” 115 pound redhead.

“Prove it.” challenged Molly with a subtle grin.

Felicia sighed heavily. “All right, let’s go - but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The women moved to the center of the room and squared off, circling cautiously. Molly wore an excited visage, while her roommate appeared intensely serious. The redhead lunged at Felicia and gave her a quick shove backwards. She giggled as Felicia responded with a slapping motion that found nothing but air. The battler’s planted their bare feet on the plush carpet and converged on one another, intertwining their arms as they grappled for an advantage. Amidst grunts and squeals they struggled upon the carpet, their muscles flexing under exertion. Felicia finally managed to sneakily hook her foot behind Molly’s heel and then forced the redhead back, tripping the inferior sized girl to the carpet. Molly groaned as she hit the floor on her back, her roommate swiftly mounting her on her knees and sitting on her chest. Molly bucked her hips and kicked out with her feet in vain as a grinning Felicia sat on her and pinned her wrists over her head on the carpet.

“See, I told you!” announced Felicia as she smirked at the squirming girl beneath her. “I win!”

The brunette released Molly’s wrists and sat upright, smugly looking down at the red-faced girl. Without warning, Molly pulled her knees up, rocking her hips, and scissored the gloating brunette around the head from her position beneath her. Felicia shrieked, her hands clawing at Molly’s ankles with a panicked urgency. The redhead lurched her body forward, rolling on her hips and forcing Felicia backwards and to the carpet with a grunt. Molly retained the scissors hold and propped herself up on one elbow as she lay on her side, applying a reverse headscissors. Felicia cursed from her position now face down on the floor, her head securely trapped between her roommate’s calves. She beat the carpet helplessly with her hands and feet, angered by the redhead’s sneaky reversal. Molly grabbed one of the brunette’s ankles with her free hand and cinched it up tight, bending it at the knee and holding it securely above Felicia’s quivering ass. The irate brunette was hopelessly subdued.

“You claimed victory too soon, honey.” taunted Molly as she controlled Felicia’s squirming.

“Damn you!” growled the brunette, gasping from between her roommate’s vise-like hold. “Now we’re even. Let me up and we’ll break the tie.”

Molly smiled as she flexed her legs, eliciting a grunt from her trapped foe. “Are you sure?!”

“I’m fucking positive!” gurgled Felicia. “Let me go!”

Molly released the hold and rolled away, rising to her feet as the brunette quickly got up and faced her, massaging her neck. The expression on Felicia’s face conveyed malevolence. What had begun as a friendly little match was quickly escalating into a serious challenge. Molly shook out her hands as she held them in front of her body, preparing for her roommate’s charge. She was well aware of Felicia’s frustration, and knew that this had transformed into a serious throw-down. It was exactly what she had hoped for.

Felicia’s stare burned into the redhead, and then she made her move. She rushed Molly, expelling a low growl as she came at her. Molly timed her charge expertly and caught one of her roommate’s wrists in her hand, leaned into her and grasped her behind the knee with her other hand. Before Felicia knew what hit her, she was groaning as she bounced off the carpet on her back, Molly having executed a perfect one leg takedown. The stunned brunette was flopped onto her belly and Molly immediately reverse straddled her, scooping up her legs and leaning back as she applied a Boston Crab. Felicia groaned under the pressure upon her spine, her hands clawing and thumping the carpet as she grimaced.

“Dammit!!!” she cursed breathlessly.

Molly cranked up the pressure and glanced over her shoulder as she listened to her foe gasp. “Not bad for a Barbie doll, hmnnn?!” she teased. “Your size advantage appears null and void to me.”

Felicia was defenseless, but livid. She beat the carpet deliriously, expletives pouring from her lips.

“I win.” announced Molly as she dropped her roommate’s legs to the carpet and stepped away from the brunette. “I trust you’ve gained a new respect for what those women can do.”

Felicia groaned as she struggled to a standing posture. She was embarrassed and very angry. As Molly stood before her with a confident smile, the brunette stepped into her and bumped her threateningly.

“Back off, Felicia.” warned the little redhead. “Take your defeat with maturity.”

Incensed, the brunette roughly shoved her roommate back across the carpet. Molly lunged at Felicia in retaliation, and was rocked by a stinging slap to her face. She stumbled to the side with a sudden yelp, and Felicia buried her fist into the girl’s unguarded belly. Molly groaned heavily and folded at the waist, coughing and gasping for air. The brunette grabbed Molly’s mane and commenced to yank the shrieking girl around in circles. The redhead eventually lost her footing and stumbled to the floor, quickly scrambling to her hands and knees. She released a painful cry as her roommate snapped a kick into her ribs, sending her face down upon the carpet. In an instant, Felicia was upon her, straddling her back on her knees and grabbing another handful of Molly’s hair. She viciously hammered the girl’s face into the carpet as the redhead’s arms slapped helplessly against the floor. Molly’s shrieks lessened as she was beat into a fog, and when Felicia finally ceased with her punishment, she lay softly moaning and semi-conscious upon the floor.

“You little bitch, look at you now!” hissed the brunette as she stood up and kicked Molly in the ass.

Molly’s feeble struggling failed to prevent her from further humiliation, as Felicia grabbed the legs of her elastic waist shorts and slid them off her. The whimpering redhead was yanked to her knees and her cotton tank top was pulled off over her head, revealing her full 34C breasts. The brunette held the half-naked girl in place by her hair and smashed her fist against Molly’s jaw with a harsh thud. The redhead released a short yelp and collapsed face down on the carpet. She lay there barely conscious, now reduced to her skimpy green thong panties.

“Oooh, I must get a picture of this!” giggled Felicia and she disappeared down the hallway.

“I am so glad you requested this little match!” said the brunette as she returned to Molly and knelt beside her lifeless foe.

She set the digital camera on the carpet and began to roll Molly onto her back, in preparation for a pose. The little redhead ignited, swinging her elbow up and crunching the startled brunette in the jaw. Felicia’s teeth clacked together as she cried out and toppled onto her back, dazed by Molly’s resurgence. The frenzied redhead mounted her roommate and unleashed a savage barrage of slaps and backhands to the pinned girl, eliciting yelps from the overwhelmed brunette as her head snapped back and forth. Molly jumped to her feet and hauled up her whining foe by her long mane.

“I’m going to demolish you, you bitch!!!” snarled the redhead.

She held Felicia’s hair with both hands and rammed her knee into the girl’s unprotected crotch, traumatizing her pubic bone. Felicia gagged with excruciating pain and nausea, collapsing to her knees with her hands sunk between her legs. Molly lifted her foot and smacked the girl in the chest, dumping her onto her back on the carpet. The battered brunette jerked in gasping agony, her legs shooting into the air as her foe stomped her in the belly. Molly relentlessly straddled the overwhelmed brunette on her knees and rattled her head back and forth like a ragdoll with repeated slaps. The heavily breathing redheaded wildcat finally paused, looking down at her glassy-eyed and half-conscious opponent.

“I find it curious.....” hissed Molly as she stood up and untied the drawstring to Felicia’s cotton sweatpants, “that a homophobic cunt like you felt the desire to strip me nearly naked.”

She yanked the sweatpants off Felicia’s tanned legs, revealing her sheer white string bikini panties. The brunette’s t-shirt was removed, leaving her in a similar state of undress, now clad in her panties with her pert little 32B breasts unveiled.

“Isn’t that interesting?!” mused Molly with a coy smile.

Felicia whimpered ashamedly as her inferior sized roommate pulled her up and laid her face up over her outstretched knee. Molly jammed her hand under the girl’s chin and forced her head downward, increasing the pressure on the girl’s arched back. Felicia was brutalized while held in the backbreaker hold, as Molly cruelly clawed at the brunette’s pussy through her filmy panties. The poor girl screamed in pain as her womanhood was ravaged with claws and rakes. Molly changed tactics and attacked her helpless roommates tiny tits, slashing at them and leaving crimson gouges across the tender flesh. Wicked nipple tugs and pinches illicited devastated moans from the faltering brunette, the combination of punishments she was receiving being too much to withstand.

“Please........no ...more.........” she desperately begged in a frail tone.

Molly tattooed her roommate’s belly with a nasty rake of her nails and unceremoniously dumped the girl face down on the floor. Felicia was devastated, laying unmoving as she softly whimpered. Her entire body had been ravaged by her little foe, and she was too battered to save herself at this point.

“You couldn’t outwrestle a 12 year old, you pitiful bitch!” snapped Molly as she left Felicia lying face down and went over to an electrical outlet.

The redhead unplugged a 6’ electrical extension cord from the outlet and returned to her foe. She knelt beside the unresisting girl and used the cord to lash her wrists behind her back.

“So when is Tommy coming over, cupcake?!” teased Molly as Felicia whimpered with embarrassment.

The brunette was rolled onto her back and she looked up at Molly with pleading eyes.

“Please leave me alone, Molly.” she sniffled. “I’m sorry.”

The redhead stood over her and pressed a foot to the girl’s throat.

“You’re fucking sorry all right.” said Molly. “You scoff at my interest in the catfight genre, but Tommy is the one who turned me on to it, you ignorant bitch!”

A confused expression crossed Felicia’s tear stained face as she stared at Molly.

“For that matter, it seems to me that I’m better suited for Tommy - what do you think?!” asked Molly.

“Fuck you, slut!” growled Felicia. “You stay away from him!”

Molly removed her foot from the girl’s throat and suddenly rammed it down harshly onto the brunette’s crotch. Felicia jerked in agony, screaming out as pain surged through her body. The nasty redhead repeated the torture, this time leaving her heel jammed in Felicia’s crotch and grinding it viciously against the girl’s abused womanhood. The delirious brunette was on the verge of passing out, the pain being so intense.

Molly stood proudly over her battered foe, taking one of the girl’s erect nipples between her toes and tugging on it teasingly.

“This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.” said Molly as she slipped her sweaty thong off and straddled her stretched out rival.

“No!!! No!!!........Nmmmmmmmmffffff!!!” pleaded Felicia crazily as her roommate lowered her auburn fringed slick cunt onto the poor girl’s face.

The brunette bucked her hips and kicked her legs wildly as her breathing passages were stifled by the musky scent of Molly’s drenched pussy lips. The redhead smiled and sighed as she began a weighty, slow grind upon the brunette’s face, teasing her buzzing clit as it rubbed against Felicia’s nose.

“Uh oh, does this make us lesbian’s?!” asked Molly smartly. “I’ll have to ask Tommy when he gets here.” She reached back and pinched Felicia’s nipples between her fingertips. “I know him better than you do. This is going to give him a big fat boner!”

“Hmmmmffff........” was the brunette’s crestfallen reply to the pointed remark. She was fading fast, unable to breathe as Molly scrubbed her face with her soaked pussy.

Molly’s rhythm gradually increased in intensity as her throbbing clit became electrified and her respiration’s came fast and heavy. She clutched Felicia’s hair tightly as she rubbed her sweltering slit upon her blubbering roommate’s face. The brunette’s feet weakly kicked out one last time and then came to rest on the carpet, spread eagled and still. Molly fucked the unconscious girl’s face with reckless abandon, soon exploding in a screaming climax as her fluids flooded Felicia’s unresponsive face.

The redheaded girl remained atop her limp foe for several moments, allowing her sensitive clit to finally ebb in it’s pulsation’s. She exhaustedly rose to her feet and smiled as she looked down at her unconscious roommate. Felicia was the epitome of destruction, half naked and her face covered with Molly’s sex. Molly leaned over and slowly peeled the brunette’s panties off, and then brought them to her face and took a deep sniff.

“Pheewwww! You definitely need a shower, dirty girl!” she exclaimed, crinkling her nose. She pulled the damp panties down over Felicia’s head and left them draped around the brunette’s neck. “Smell those nasty things for a while, skank!”

Molly walked over to the apartment door and picked up one of Felicia’s athletic shoes. She calmly unlaced it and returned to her rival with shoelace in hand. Kneeling at Felicia’s feet, she pulled them together and used the lace to tie the girl’s big toe’s securely together, now completely subduing the beaten brunette.

“Now let’s take that picture, creampuff.” said Molly, playfully plucking at Felicia’s thick, dark pubic patch.

The exhilarated redhead grabbed the digital camera from the floor and stood back from her trussed up, unconscious roommate. She clicked several pictures from different angles, and then stood over Felicia. She inserted her big toe into the brunette’s mouth and snapped another picture as she giggled.

“These will make a nice addition to the wrestling newsgroup’s tonight, huh cupcake?! You’re going to be famous!”

Suddenly there was a rap at the door and then Tommy walked into the apartment and froze in his tracks.

“Hey Tommy!” greeted Molly with a grin. “Boy, did you just miss a show!”

The redhead excitedly retold the events of the fight as Tommy listened with stunned amusement. He stared at his demolished girlfriend, amazed that little Molly had beaten her up so decisively. He couldn’t quell the growing bulge in his pants as Molly described the battle. When the redhead mentioned uploading the pictures she took to newsgroup’s, his eyes lit up.

“Let’s take a few more!” he said. “That is if you don’t mind appearing in them.”

Molly handed him the camera and walked over to Felicia. She stood over the girl and posed with her foot on the brunette’s chest.

“Of course I don’t mind.” she answered proudly. “I kicked her pathetic ass!”

Tommy snapped several different victory poses, and almost came in his shorts when Molly straddled Felicia and posed with her naked pussy planted firmly on the poor girl’s face. The sultry redhead headed across the room toward the bathroom, and then paused to look back at Tommy.

“I’m going to take a shower, stud.” she said seductively. “Why don’t you let the creampuff snooze and come wash my........back.........”

The End