by Amateur

Featuring:

Josie Maran

(Supermodel/Actress)

Born: May 8, 1978, Menlo Park, California, USA

Height: 5’7”; Weight: 123 lbs.; 34C-23-34

vs.

Laetitia Casta

(Supermodel/Actress)

Born: May 11, 1978, Pont-Audemer, Normandy, France,

Height: 5’7”; Weight: 125 lbs.; 35C-24-35

French supermodel and actress Laetitia Casta had come to the States at the invitation of one of Hollywood’s big shots who, having seen her act in a couple of European productions, had wanted to discuss a potential movie role with the added bonus of a possible modeling contract. She spent nearly a month in LA busy with numerous auditions and talks, but, in the end, even though there was nothing wrong with either her acting or her qualities as a model, the financial side of things proved to be a somewhat thorny issue and put an end to her Hollywood career even before it had began. She did not get the role. She did not get the contract. What she got instead, was a considerable amount of discomfort and pain when, at the very end of her stay in the country, she engaged in a wild catfight with fellow-supermodel and actress Josie Maran.

Having come across one another quite frequently during their respective illustrious modeling careers, the two did not have a very high regard for one another, to put it mildly. Actually, they downright hated each other’s guts And tits. And asses. And faces. And everything else. With good reason too. As they were both among the world’s top models, it was on more than one occasion that they had found themselves in direct competition for a lucrative gig. Which meant that, like in every competition, there had been winners and losers. Which meant that there had been plenty of hurt feelings – or rather egos.
An example:
A well-known fact is that Laetitia Casta has appeared in three consecutive Sports Illustrated swim-suit issues. A slightly less well-known fact is that at one point Josie had been considered a shoo-in for one of those and had ever had a verbal agreement with some of the execs. What had happened and how Laetitia had managed to get the spot was not very clear, but Josie had her theories about just what the dam’ French whore had done to change the execs’ minds, and in view of those theories, it was highly unlikely that Miss Casta would be getting a Valentine from Miss Maran any time soon.
Another example and another less well-known fact: Laetitia had been among the front-runners for the very same Maybelline contract that had eventually gone to Josie. She too had her own opinion on what had happened there. She also had an opinion on Josie.
There had been other instances as well, all of similar nature. And even though none of this seemed to have hurt either woman’s image, career, or earnings – Josie had had plenty of shoots (including SI) and Laetitia’s contracts with Revlon and L’Oreal were by no means any less lucrative and less prestigious than the one Josie had with Maybelline – it had definitely left a sour taste in both women’s mouths and made them positively loathe each other.
And things did not get any better when, during Laetitia’s time in LA, the two kept finding themselves together at various parties and functions. With each woman feeling that she knew all she needed to know about the other, the mutual hatred was there for everyone to see that wanted to. Each time they met, the noses were turned up higher, the looks between them turned nastier and the words muttered under their breaths turned uglier. The natural aversion that every beautiful woman has towards every other beautiful woman made even stronger by the fact that not only were they rivals on a professional level, but one of them was American and the other French, they simply could not stand the sight of each other. And, as everyone knows, when two feisty, hot-tempered, hot-bodied ladies hate each other and are forced by circumstances into frequent contact for long period of times, more often than not it is only a matter of time before the claws come out, the fangs are bared and the situation gets completely out of hand, to return to normal only after the dust has settled and just one woman is left standing.
That’s exactly what happened with Laetitia and Josie when they both went to a Hollywood party. This was the fifth time in as little as four weeks that the two met each other, and at that point the atmosphere between them had become so charged, that only the tiniest of sparks was required to set off the explosion.
In the end, it was a simple clash of shoulders that proved to be the aforementioned spark. A mere trifle, one would say, an occurrence that was as trivial as it was accidental – just two shoulders colliding inadvertently as their owners passed each other – something that could (and did) happen almost any time, any place between any two people who have to maneuver in a room full of other people. All good and well, except that this trivial, inconsequential, trifling, insignificant – call it what you will – accident did not involve just any two people. It involved two spirited, fiery women who not only could not stand the sight of each other, but also happened to be in a foul and somewhat aggressive mood at that moment. The collision was followed by an angry and none too refined remark from one woman, which invoked an even angrier and less refined retort from the other. More insults were hurled from both sides, both women keeping their voices low as each one felt that this was a private matter and did not want any interference from others. Ultimately, with neither lady willing to back off, things got to the point when both of them realized that there was only one course of action left for settling the matter and they decided to take it, each embracing the opportunity to teach the other a lesson.
Since each woman was convinced in her superiority and certain that she would win, neither of them had a problem fighting in front of the other guests, but at the same time they both felt that there was a chance – albeit a slim one – that somebody might step in and break it up and that was something Josie and Laetitia did not want. What they both wanted was a fight to the finish, without any help or interference – each beauty wishing only to prove that she was better and hurt the other as much as possible in the process – and at one woman’s suggestion, they both headed for the place where they thought this would be possible.
In situations like this, most people prefer that the issue be resolved somewhere in the great outdoors – the phrase: “Let’s take it outside” instantly comes to mind in connection with the prospect of imminent violence. However, since the party happened to be a rather high-attendance affair and the weather really good, which meant that there were no less people outside the house than there were inside, Josie and Laetitia opted to do the exact opposite to going outside, and headed upstairs with grim, resolute expressions on their beautiful faces.
Once they had found the master bedroom, the two instantly knew that they had found their battleground. The house’s owner – one of the more successful and richer producers around – obviously believed that size does matter. The bedroom was larger than most people’s living-rooms and despite the presence of the king-sized bed there was more than enough clear space for what the women intended to do. As an added bonus came the fact that when they closed the door the sounds of the party downstairs instantly disappeared – the room’s soundproofing clearly excellent. And that was good, since both women were aware that there would be plenty of screaming going on shortly – each one believing that it would be her rival doing the most of it.
They both knew what they had to do. Not a word had been uttered form the moment they had begun ascending the stairs until the bedroom door was locked and they were facing each other, determined to battle it out to the bitter end.
The first move was made by Laetitia, but it was hardly the move that Josie might have expected. Moving in a very slow and calm manner, the French supermodel began taking her clothes off, and finally, when there was nothing left to take off, she looked her American rival straight in the eye and spoke – for the fist time since entering the room.
“We will fight naked – woman to woman.” she said briefly and firmly, her French accent barely noticeable. She was not suggesting, or pleading, or demanding – she was simply stating a fact.
After overcoming her initial surprise of seeing the other woman suddenly undress, Josie twisted her lips in a mocking little smile and said: “There’s French women for you. Takin’ off their clothes at the sight of a bed.”
But despite her ironic tone, Josie had no hesitation in stripping down. For some reason deep inside of her she felt instinctively that this was the only way the matter could be settled properly. No clothes, no rules, no weapons, no protection and no interference – just two women battling it out using only what God gave them until the better woman was standing victorious over her vanquished rival.
“Bring it on, bitch!” the sexy California native said as she faced her rival completely naked
“Well, I guess now we know why French women take off their clothes.” Laetitia said as she slowly ran her eyes up and down Josie’s naked frame. “It’s because, unlike American women, they actually have something to show!” She explained, looking pointedly at Josie’s breasts with a scornful little smile.
Josie’s eyes widened, then flashed angrily. She opened her mouth to say something, but quickly changed her mind. As far as she was concerned, mere words were never going to be a good enough means for addressing the issue. Not only was the charge monstrously false – her breasts were not at all that much smaller than those of Laetitia and the rest of her body was a match for the latter’s in every way – but it came from a bitch who was... well... FRENCH, for God’s sake!
A low, animal-like snarl came from somewhere deep inside the American woman’s throat as she lashed out with her right hand, slapping Laetitia in the face and at the same time grabbing the latter’s tresses with her left hand and shaking her head violently back and forth. Another sharp, cracking sound came as Josie delivered a second slap to Laetitia’s face before the Frenchwoman could react.
More than a little stunned by the speed and ferocity of the American’s attack, Laetitia could only groan and unsuccessfully try to protect her face with her hands as she took a third slap, and then a fourth – a backhanded one – before she finally came out of her shock and fought back by grabbing Josie’s hair with both hands and kneeing her in the stomach, doubling her over.
“Bitch!” the Frenchwoman growled as she yanked Josie to one side and at the same time tripped her, causing her to crash to the floor, full length.
Josie tried to get up, but Laetitia immediately kicked her in the head sending her down on her back, and pounced on her with a snarl.
As Laetitia attempted to get on top of her fallen foe, the American beauty quickly picked up her long legs and snapped them around her rival’s waist, locking her ankles and squeezing as hard as she could, at the same time reaching up with both hands and latching onto Laetitia’s hair.
“Fuckin’ slut!” Josie hissed, pulling her rival down towards her and then rolling over onto her right side so that the two were lying face to face, the California native’s legs still scissoring the Frenchwoman’s waist.
Their hands tangled in each other’s hair, their lithe, naked bodies squirming and twisting, pressed hard against one another, the women groaned and grunted as they pulled back and forth with all their strength, each trying to roll the other over on her back and get on top of her. And while neither seemed able to do it, it was the body scissors she had her opponent in that gave Josie a slight advantage. The American’s shapely legs were really powerful, and although the hold was not enough to force Laetitia to quit, it was certainly hurting the Frenchwoman, whose beautiful face was now a few shades darker than normal from the effort she was putting into keeping her abs tightened up to counter the effect of the scissors.
Breathing heavily and hurling insults in each other’s faces, the two sexy combatants now each removed one hand from the opponent’s hair and began trading face and body slaps, groaning and screaming with pain, effort and hatred as they struggled for superiority, still pulling each other’s hair viciously with one hand.
Finally, the combination of Josie’s assault on her scalp, face and upper body and the pressure being put on her midsection by the American’s legs proved a little too much for Laetitia to be able to handle and she decided to put a stop to it by simply raking her fingernails across Josie’s eyes. Josie screeched and jerked back covering her face with both hands. Feeling her opponent’s legs around her waist loosening somewhat, Laetitia writhed furiously and eventually succeeded in wriggling free of the scissors. She then quickly tried to straddle Josie, but the latter managed to draw her knees up and get both feet against the French model’s chest before suddenly pushing with all her strength, sending Laetitia flying backwards through the air.
As Laetitia crashed heavily on her back, Josie sprang to her feet and ran towards her fallen rival intent on stomping the Frenchwoman into the floor. Laetitia instantly picked up her legs and lashed out, both of her feet slamming into Josie’s flat belly and forcing the American to double up with a low moan. Laetitia then quickly got up and rushed her foe, the two naked bodies colliding with a loud slap. Josie could not withstand the momentum of the other woman’s charge and went over, managing only a short squeal before landing on her back with a thud – the Frenchwoman on top of her.
Clinging tightly to each other, the two naked, sexy women rolled back and forth for a while, snarling and screaming as they pulled hair and slapped and clawed, each trying to pin the other. A quick rake of Josie’s fingernails across Laetitia’s eyes drew a screech of pain and allowed the American to pull back and straddle the distracted, temporarily blinded Frenchwoman.
“Goddam’ bitch!” Josie panted out and began slapping Laetitia’s face with both hands as Laetitia groaned and squirmed underneath her.
Arching her back and twisting back and forth, the pinned woman reached up and got hold of Josie’s long, flowing locks, pulling hard. Josie groaned as she was forced to lean forward and to her left, and once again tried to go for her rival’s eyes. Laetitia suddenly heaved upwards and sideways, while pulling Josie’s hair with all her might, eventually succeeding in toppling her over. The Frenchwoman rose up on her knees in a flash and punched the American in the head with a short, angry scream. Lying on her back, Josie tried to kick her opponent, missed, and got hit in the head again. Laetitia now got on top of her squirming rival and drew her right fist back preparing to deliver another blow.
Josie suddenly shot out both hands, grabbed Laetitia’s hair and dragged the French supermodel down, wrapping her left arm around the latter’s neck while holding on to her hair with the right hand. Laetitia groaned and tried to pull free, but Josie tightened the headlock even more and now rolled Laetitia over getting on top of her. This though, was a mistake on the American woman’s part as it allowed Laetitia to get her in a body scissors. With both her hands free, Laetitia wasted little time in getting hold of Josie’s long tresses and pulling as hard as she could. Josie let out a moan of pain as her neck was twisted backwards, but did not release her own hold, and a furious struggle ensued, both combatants giving it their all.
Moans and groans filled the air as the two sexy women, squirmed and twisted back and forth, straining to their limits in their efforts to hurt each other. Both had tears in their eyes from the vicious hairpulling, but neither was willing to quit or try a different angle of attack. They just continued trying to rip each other’s hair out by the root while maintaining their other holds – Josie with her arm around Laetitia’s neck, and the Frenchwoman – squeezing the American’s slim waist between her strong legs.
It was Josie that finally broke the deadlock by jamming her right thumb in her opponent’s eye while still holding the hair at the top of Laetitia’s head. Screeching, the Frenchwoman released her scissors hold, and, writhing furiously, she drove all ten fingernails in the American’s face. Josie screamed even louder than her foe and instantly jerked back, rolling off of Laetitia.
The two got to their feet at the same time and backed away from each other, cursing and rubbing their watering eyes. They circled around for a few moments, both of them seeming a little reluctant to attack as they breathed heavily, watching one another’s movements carefully, their bodies tense and glistening with sweat. Each woman was somewhat surprised – rather unduly so, given the fact that the two were virtually identical in size – that she had not been able to overcome her rival quickly as she had originally planned and now found it necessary to think of a different strategy. They were both still confident though. Despite the fact that the opposition had so far proven to be tougher than expected, each one was convinced that she would win. Losing was simply not an option for either beauty. Not only could they not stand each other, but they were from different countries as well which made a potential failure absolutely unimaginable for each of them. With both personal and national pride on the line, even the thought of defeat was absolutely unbearable for either woman, and the determination to emerge victorious from this battle at any cost was clearly visible on both faces.
Laetitia was the first to attack, leaping forward and reaching for her rival’s hair with both hands. Josie lashed out with her right foot and kicked the onrushing Frenchwoman in the stomach. Laetitia groaned and backed off a step clutching at her belly. She charged her foe again and this time was met by a punch to the face that made her stagger and nearly fall down. Snarling angrily, she made yet another attempt to close in with the American, but the latter again used her seemingly superior fist fighting skills to punch her opponent in the face.
“C’mon, bitch,” Josie taunted as Laetitia once again staggered backwards with a groan. “Wanna piece? Come and get it!”
Laetitia rushed Josie again and this time managed to latch on to the latter’s hair with both hands, despite taking another punch to the face. Cursing loudly in French, she began shaking Josie back and forth, moving the American around in circles by her hair. Groaning, Josie got hold of her assailant’s wrists, but soon realized that she would never be able to detach Laetitia’s hands from her hair this way, and quickly switched tactics by grabbing Laetitia’s naked breasts and squeezing them with all her might. Laetitia screeched, and now it was her turn to tug at the opponent’s wrists, her face contorted in agony. However, the French beauty’s large tits provided for a really good handhold and the sexy California native continued to crush them mercilessly in her small, yet incredibly strong hands, pulling and twisting the supple flesh in all directions, digging her sharp fingernails into it.
Letting out an even louder scream, Laetitia fought back with a slap to the other woman’s face, and when that didn’t help, she decided that it was about time for what went around to come around. She reached for her rival’s tits with both hands, got a good grip on the full, firm orbs and dug her talons in deep, causing the American supermodel to shriek in agony.
Cursing and screaming in both anger and pain, the two women stood facing one another, squirming and twisting back and forth as they tortured each other’s tits, each doing her best to inflict as much suffering as possible on the opponent. Pretty soon both had tears welling in their eyes from the intense pain in their tender breasts, and with neither beauty willing to quit, things seemed to be at a very painful stalemate. A few long, agony-filled moments later, Laetitia suddenly decided on a new plan of attack and pinched her rival’s, erect nipples between her thumbs and the second joints of her forefingers, clamping down on them as hard as she could and forcing a loud wail out of Josie. The American tried to respond by squeezing and twisting her foe’s tits even harder, but it soon started to become increasingly obvious that the French model was getting the better of her American foe in this new situation. Laetitia’s grip on Josie’s nipples appeared to cause the California native a lot more discomfort than Josie’s talons digging into Laetitia’s abundant tit-flesh were causing for the Frenchwoman, and it wasn’t very long before Josie found herself on the back foot. Groaning and screaming ever louder, the American tried to rally and pulled her foe’s big tits sharply upwards, then twisted them outwards and finally began mashing them together as hard as she could, puling both of them to and fro, her long, slender fingers sinking deep into the pliant, sweaty flesh. It was no good. Even though Laetitia screamed in agony as her tender boobs were being crushed in the other woman’s hands, she fought the pain and responded by cruelly twisting Josie’s nipples in opposite directions while pulling the American’s tits towards her.
Her face distorted in anguish, Josie screeched at the top of her lungs, shaking her head from side to side as she tried to hold on and increase the intensity of her own efforts, but it was in vain. Sensing that she was winning, Laetitia growled, baring her teeth in a vicious grimace, and pulled Josie’s nipples with all her strength, still twisting them as hard as she could. The American beauty let out a loud, harsh wail of utter agony, tugging at her tormentor’s wrists and, completely overwhelmed by the pain, she slowly sank to her knees in front of the French supermodel, tears flowing freely from her eyes as her proud breasts were stretched to way beyond what she ever thought possible for titflesh to stretch. She was not quite yet willing to quit though, and now abruptly shot her right hand upwards, her fist slamming in Laetitia’s exposed crotch with a sickening thud. The Frenchwoman gave one piercing shriek and crumpled to the floor, curling up on her side and clutching at herself.
“Fuck!” Josie moaned, rocking gently back and forth on her knees as she held her sore breasts in her hands, trying to assuage the pain. “Fuck!” she added, louder this time as she removed her hands from her breasts and stared at her improbably distended nipples “You fuckin’ bitch!” she whined, looking accusingly at Laetitia and swallowing her tears at the same time. “You’ll pay for this, I swear... I’m gonna make you...”
Getting to her feet, Josie stepped towards Laetitia, who was still curled up on her side with her hands between her legs. Moaning and groaning, her legs moving back and forth from the knees, the French beauty seemed oblivious to everything other than the excruciating pain in her groin and could not protect herself when Josie kicked her viciously in the kidneys and then stomped on her.
“Get up!” the enraged American woman shouted, kicking her fallen foe again: “Get up, you fuckin’ French CUNT!”
Bending down, Josie got hold of Laetitia’s hair with both hands and started pulling the Frenchwoman up to her feet, intent on knocking her down again. Laetitia though, had other ideas and grabbed both of Josie’s ankles, yanking as hard as she could. Josie squealed and went over, landing on her back with a thud. Laetitia quickly tried to straddle her downed opponent, but the American instantly picked up her long, sexy legs and snapped them around her foe’s neck. Grabbing two handfuls of hair, Josie then pulled Laetitia’s head further up between her shapely thighs, locking her ankles and squeezing as hard as she could.
“Gotcha now, bitch!” Josie growled and, lying on her back, she began pouring on the pressure, at the same time twisting her lower body from side to side as if trying to break her rival’s neck.
On her knees and bent forward with her head trapped between the other woman’s legs, Laetitia struggled to pull free, but could not do it. Josie’s legs were really powerful and the American used all of that power to crush her opponent’s neck and head mercilessly while pulling the Frenchwoman’s hair with one hand and slapping her back and forth across the face with the other.
“How’s that feel, you fuckin’ slut? Huh?” Josie yelled, her teeth bared in a vicious grimace as she continued to punish the blonde with heavy slaps to the face. “Still think you’re bad?”
Her face twisted in anguish and reddened with the strain, as well as from the slaps, Laetitia groaned under Josie’s relentless assault and squirmed back and forth in desperate attempts to escape. All her efforts seemed to be in vain though, and she continued to suffer in Josie’s vice-like grip. Then, just as it was beginning to look like she would have no other option but to submit to the power of the California native’s legs, the French model stopped her futile attempts to prize Josie’s thighs open with her hands and suddenly dug all ten fingernails into her rival’s crotch, clawing furiously.
The sexy American woman bellowed like a wounded lioness and instantly relinquished her hold, writhing and squirming as she desperately reached for the French beauty’s wrists in order to push the clawing hands away. Once free, Laetitia threw herself forward landing on top of her foe and pinning her on her back. Josie squealed, and tried to throw the other woman off but it was too late. Laetitia quickly slid forward dropping her large, naked breasts right on her rival’s face and wrapped her glistening arms around Josie’s head, immobilizing it completely, and at the same time bringing her own breasts closer together.
With her face jammed deep in the Frenchwoman’s impressive cleavage and completely surrounded by the supple, sweaty flesh, the American could not breathe and began to panic. Squirming and twisting back and forth, her long arms and legs flailing wildly in all directions, she strained every muscle in her lithe, toned body in a desperate effort to escape from underneath the other woman, or at least get some air into her lungs. It was no good. Laetitia remained right where she was, clinging tightly to her trapped victim, using her weight to keep Josie pinned to the floor and her breasts to seal off the American’s mouth and nose, depriving the writhing, thrashing California beauty of much needed air.
“Do you like that, you stupid American whore? Are you ready to admit defeat yet?” The sexy French model growled as she lay on top of her pinned, struggling foe, her torso rapidly expanding and contracting with her loud, heavy breathing, the effort she was putting into maintaining her suffocating embrace causing the muscles on her tapering back to ripple under the smooth, sweat-covered skin.
Josie did not like “that” one little bit, nor was she ready to admit defeat yet. Her lungs feeling like they were on fire, she bucked and writhed more violently than ever, knowing that unless she managed to get some oxygen into her system, fast, she would pass out and the Casta bitch would be able to do as she pleased. She clawed furiously at Laetitia’s glistening back with little effect, and then grabbed the Frenchwoman’s hair with both hands, pulling with all her might. Laetitia groaned as her neck was slowly twisted backwards almost to a breaking point, but did not release her hold, fully aware that if she managed to hold on for just a little longer, victory would be hers. But Josie had no intentions of allowing herself to be defeated by some French slut and now removed her right hand from Laetitia’s hair and, placing her palm under her foe’s chin, began pushing as hard as she could, putting even more pressure on Laetitia’s neck, while still pulling the Frenchwoman’s hair with her other hand. With the stakes as high as they were, and sensing that her rival was on the brink of unconsciousness, Laetitia did her best to resist, but only managed to do so for another couple of seconds.
With her right palm still pushing against her opponent’s chin, Josie stretched out her long, slender fingers and drove the nails in Laetitia’s eyes. Laetitia screamed and released her hold, jerking backwards and rolling away from her foe, which allowed Josie to finally get some air into her aching lungs. Affected by the long period spent without air, the American remained lying on her back, gasping and gulping as she desperately tried to replenish her exhausted oxygen supply and regain some of her strength. She was not given much time to do so, though.
On her knees and rubbing her watering eyes with her palms, Laetitia managed to clear her vision relatively quickly and now pounced on Josie, while the latter was still trying to recover.
Straddling her foe and pinning her flat on her back, the French beauty hit Josie in the face a few times, snarling angrily with each blow, and then she suddenly got hold of her throat with both hands and began squeezing, determined to finish the American woman off while she had the chance.
As Laetitia’s strong hands grasped Josie’s throat, the California native made a small gurgling sound and began thrashing around, her eyes bulging and her face becoming redder and redder. Laetitia ignored her rival’s struggles and continued to choke her, pushing her thumbs deep into the American’s wind-pipe, cutting off her air supply completely. Already weakened by the Frenchwoman’s breast smother, Josie realized that she had very little time to try and do something to stay in this fight. She grabbed Laetitia’s wrists and tried to pull the squeezing hands away from her throat, but Laetitia did not release her grip and now pulled Josie towards her and slammed the back of her head against the floor. Fortunately for the American beauty, the bedroom’s soft carpet absorbed some of the impact and she was not too badly hurt, but she knew that she could not possibly take much more of this and unless she managed to get out from underneath the other woman, she would be finished in no time.
Muttering to herself in French, her eyes burning with hatred, Laetitia slammed the back of her opponent’s head into the floor again while continuing to grip her throat as hard as she could, fully intent on destroying the sexy California native.
Her face now almost purple from lack of air, Josie squirmed and bucked frantically underneath her tormentor, her long legs flailing helplessly. She let go of Laetitia’s wrists and latched on to the Frenchwoman’s big tits, squeezing and twisting the pliant flesh, pulling the sweaty orbs in all directions, her sharp fingernails digging into the soft skin. Laetitia screamed in pain, but did not let go of her rival’s throat and now bashed the back of Josie’s skull into the floor for the third time, dazing the American woman somewhat. Josie still had some fight in her though, and quickly reached up with her right hand and grabbed Laetitia’s long tresses, pulling as hard as she could while still mauling the French supermodel’s right breast with her left hand. Laetitia groaned as she was forced to lean forward and to her left and struggled to stay on top of Josie while still maintaining her grip on the American’s throat.
Feeling that she was about to be defeated, and fighting for her country’s pride as well as for her own, Josie gathered all of her strength for one final desperate attempt to escape and gave Laetitia’s hair a mighty tug sideways and at the same time let go of the Frenchwoman’s tit and clawed at her face, searching for the eyes.
Laetitia screeched and jerked back, letting go of Josie’s throat and trying to roll away from her foe. The almost unconscious Josie was too busy sucking air to be able to do anything to prevent the other woman from getting away and Laetitia managed to get to her feet and back off, rubbing her teary eyes with her hands.
There was a temporary lull in the action as each woman took some time to recuperate before engaging in combat once again.
Laetitia was the first to recover. Stepping towards Josie, who was still lying on her back gasping for air, she kicked the American in the ribs with all her strength. Josie groaned, but seemed totally out of it and the Frenchwoman gave a nasty little smile as she lifted her right knee preparatory to stomping on her helpless foe.
Moving with lightning speed, Josie shot out both hands, grabbed Laetitia’s left ankle and yanked hard, at the same time rising up on her knees. With her other leg already in the air, Laetitia had only one way to go: down. Josie snarled angrily and pounced on the surprised and somewhat dazed Laetitia, slapping and punching.
The two women began rolling around, grunting and screaming with pain and effort, their lithe, toned, sweaty bodies writhing and twisting back and forth on the floor as they pulled hair and slapped and clawed and pinched, each one trying to pin the other. A rake of the fingernails across the eyes, followed by a vicious bite to the side of her face had Josie shrieking in pain and covering her face with both hands. Pressing her advantage, Laetitia pushed Josie face down on the floor and attempted to straddle her, but the American quickly reared up and managed to rise on her knees before the Frenchwoman could get on top of her.
Seeing her chance, Laetitia instantly tried to wrap her arms around Josie’s throat from behind in a choke hold, knowing that if she managed to sink it, her rival would be finished in a matter of seconds. Josie realized that as well and now jerked her head violently backwards and was lucky enough to connect with Laetitia’s face before the Frenchwoman had had time to apply the hold properly. Laetitia screamed in pain, but despite that, she still tried to get her arms around her foe’s throat.
“Guess again, bitch!” Josie growled and suddenly threw herself backwards toppling Laetitia over and landing on her back on top of the Frenchwoman.
Before her rival could react, Josie rose up, reverse-straddling Laetitia and punching her in the belly. Laetitia groaned and raked her claws down Josie’s smooth, tapering back. Screaming with both pain and rage, the American beauty slammed her right fist directly into the sexy Frenchwoman’s shaven mound. Laetitia howled in agony and writhed violently underneath her tormentor.
“Let’s see how YOU do without air, bitch!” Josie growled, an idea suddenly popping into her head.
Moving quickly, the American supermodel slid backwards and planted her firm, shapely ass right on her French rival’s face in a reverse facesit, cutting off Laetitia’s air and keeping her pinned down at the same time.
Her face buried beneath Josie’s well-rounded, glistening ass-cheeks and no air coming into her lungs, Laetitia began to panic and writhed and squirmed like a woman possessed, her slim, sexy, sweat-drenched body bending and twisting back and forth, arms and legs flailing, breasts bouncing wildly in all directions...
“I gotcha now, you fuckin’ cunt!” Josie panted out, sitting erect, her glistening chest rising and falling quickly with her heavy breathing. “You like that, you Goddam’ French slut? Huh? You like it?” She kept on yelling as she rode the bucking, heaving Frenchwoman’s face, pumping and grinding her taut, sweaty ass against it as hard and as fast as she could while slapping Laetitia’s big, jiggling tits with both hands, reveling in her trapped rival’s suffering, thoroughly enjoying her dominance over the beautiful Normandy native...
Slapping and clawing desperately at Josie’s hips and back, Laetitia thrashed around, kicking and twisting like mad. Completely deprived of life-giving air she was fast approaching unconsciousness and knew that she simply had to get out from underneath the other woman’s sexy derriere in order to avoid being smothered into a most humiliating defeat.
Annoyed and somewhat hurt by her rival’s constant slapping and scratching at her back, the American beauty now decided to put a stop to it and tried to grab Laetitia’s wrists and immobilize her arms. The move proved to be a mistake. Laetitia, who until now had simply been lashing out blindly with her hands in a state of total panic, seemed to regain some of her composure at the touch of the other woman’s hands, and, wresting her arms free from Josie’s grasp she reached up with her right hand and grabbed a handful of the American’s long, flowing locks pulling with all her strength. Josie groaned as her neck was suddenly wrenched backwards, but the Frenchwoman did not stop there and now brought her left hand into play by pinching her opponent’s left nipple and twisting it cruelly while pulling it as hard as she could, stretching Josie’s whole breast outward.
Both of Josie’s nipples were already sore from Laetitia’s erstwhile abuse and now the California beauty – still not quite feeling one hundred percent after the smothering and brutal choking that she had been subjected to by the French model just moments ago – let out a harsh scream and fell over to her left, unable to resist Laetitia’s double assault on her hair and tit.
“AAAGHH! LET GO, BITCH! LET GO!” The American yelled, kicking and squirming while tugging at her rival’s left wrist with both hands in an attempt to force Laetitia to release her tortured nipple.
Desperate to get as much air into her lungs as she could, and needing some time to do it, Laetitia was only too happy to comply with the request and allow her foe to roll away from her. Her respite was short-lived though, as the relatively unharmed American woman quickly got to her feet and came at her, fists clenched and eyes blazing.
With her entire left breast throbbing painfully and with murder on her mind, Josie tried to stomp on her foe, but Laetitia managed to lash out with her right foot from the floor and kick her opponent in the stomach. It was not the best of kicks, but it still drew a low moan out of the American and forced her to take a step back.
“Bitch!” Josie said venomously, her eyes narrowing to slits and her lips coming off the white, even teeth.
Laetitia now tried to get up, but Josie quickly moved towards her and kicked her in the head sending her back down to the floor. Josie then stomped on her rival’s belly and kicked her in the ribs, twice, evoking loud groans of pain from the sexy Frenchwoman. Squirming and rolling over the floor, Laetitia was trying to protect herself with her hands, but without much success. Josie kicked her in the head and suddenly bent down, grabbing her by the hair with both hands and hauling her roughly to her feet.
“Now we'll see how tough you are, cunt!” the California beauty growled and, still holding her rival’s hair with her left hand, drove her right fist in the French supermodel’s stomach three times in quick succession.
Laetitia grunted with each blow and her knees began to sag. Still, she was not ready to quit and tried to respond with a punch of her own. She was aiming for her opponent’s crotch, but unfortunately for her, she missed by a good few inches. Her fist hit high on Josie’s left thigh and the only thing it achieved was to even further infuriate the American, who now let out a short, angry scream and swung her extended right arm through the air like a baseball bat, her clenched fist flying towards Laetitia’s head.
The proud owner of a well-developed, toned body, the American woman packed quite a wallop, and the blow delivered with all of her strength and most of her weight behind it, would have probably knocked the French model into another dimension had it connected. It did not. Josie was nearly blinded by rage and her effort to make the punch as devastating as possible reflected on her aim; her fist glanced harmlessly off the top of Laetitia’s head without causing any damage. The momentum of Josie’s wild swing caused her body to twist to one side and she nearly fell over.
Seizing the opportunity that her rival’s missed blow presented her with, Laetitia lunged forward and tackled the American before the latter could recover her balance. Josie squealed and went over, hitting the floor with a thud. The Frenchwoman landed on top of her rival and now tried to rise up and straddle her, but Josie picked up her legs and managed to kick Laetitia away.
Both women got to their feet and faced one another, breathing heavily and sweating profusely, their shapely bodies shaking with tension and fatigue.
Still, despite the fact that they were both tired and hurt, each woman was still determined to fight to the finish and now they rushed each other, screaming and snarling. Locking up, the two sexy combatants began staggering around the room cursing at each other while trading punches and slaps. Grunts and groans filled the air as palms and fists smacked and thudded into naked flesh, each woman going for an all out assault on her rival without even a thought of trying to defend herself.
But even amid all the mayhem, it soon started to become clear that Josie had the edge in this two-sided abandoned violence. While both antagonists were strong, proud and determined women in fantastic shape, and neither of them was sparing any effort – physical or mental – in her quest for totally destroying the opposition, it was the American that had the better handling of the situation and seemed to thrive on it while the French beauty appeared to be a little bit out of her depth. While not necessarily physically stronger than her foe, Josie appeared to be a better fighter than Laetitia. The California native’s attack was simply more focused and accurate and her slaps and punches almost never missed their target. They were also a little bit more powerful and did more damage to the other woman, whose own erratic blows were not only somewhat weaker, but often went wild, either missing completely, or at best landing in areas like the shoulders or high on the side of the head where they could not possibly have any serious effect on the American model.
Taking heart from her obvious success, Josie kicked into high gear, her slender, deceptively strong arms swinging back and forth with more purpose than ever, fists and palms striking time and time again, landing with great force on the other woman’s face and body.
Groaning and yelping under her rival’s relentless assault, the Frenchwoman was trying to fight back, but without much effect. She was now hurt and somewhat discouraged and was looking more and more to protect herself from the American’s blows rather than respond with some of her own. This gave Josie even more confidence and now she really got stuck into her foe with a flurry of slaps to the face that had the beautiful Frenchwoman retreating in total disarray. All thoughts of counterattacking completely forgotten, Laetitia was now trying only to cover up with her arms as she kept on backing away from her opponent, who continued to follow her around the room, hitting her mercilessly and screaming in anger with each blow.
“That’s right, run, you yellow bitch!” Josie growled and unleashed a powerful punch to Laetitia’s left breast, her fist landing with a loud smack and causing the large, heavy mound of supple flesh to flap back and forth and jiggle briefly before getting back into its original shape.
Laetitia groaned and momentarily clutched at her hurt mammary with both hands, but in doing so, she left her face unprotected and Josie came at her with a succession of slaps to both cheeks. Red-faced and teary-eyed, the French beauty moved back in an attempt to get away from her attacker, but her escape was suddenly hampered as the back of her legs struck the footboard of the bed and she flopped onto her back on the mattress with a short squeak of both surprise and desperation.
Completely panicking and with only one thought in her mind – to keep as much distance as possible between herself and her enraged foe – Laetitia chose the wrong option and, instead of getting off the bed by simply rolling to either side, she just scuttled backwards along the mattress until she reached the headboard and the wall behind it, and had no more room to retreat.
“Just as I thought!” Josie said scornfully, looking down at her foe. “Brown belt in judo my ass! The only belt you’ve ever had is a garter belt, you pathetic cunt! Now I’ll show you the difference between a real woman and a weak loser of a French slut like you!”
Baring her teeth in a vicious snarl, Josie leapt onto the bed and pounced on her rival determined to press on her advantage and dismantle the downed woman. Her back pressing against the headboard, Laetitia quickly picked up her knees, managed to place both feet right on her rival’s stomach and, letting out a loud grunt, she straightened her body with one convulsive jerk, pushing with her legs as hard as she could and literally launching the American woman into the air.
Just a fraction of a second before being catapulted, Josie managed to see the triumphant gleam that had appeared in the Frenchwoman’s eyes and, as her body hurtled backwards through the air, she suddenly knew that the bitch had set her up. She hadn’t been that badly hurt or scared at all! All that apparent cowering and running away had been nothing more than the setting of a trap – a very simple one at that – and she, Josie Maran, the pride of California, supermodel, actress, and a world champion dumbass, had walked right into it! She had been overconfident and much too cocky, and now, with a sinking heart, she realized that she was going to pay the price for it.
All of this flashed through Josie’s head in a split instant. Shocked by her opponent’s sudden countermove, she was totally paralyzed and was unable to even try and twist her body sideways, or do anything to soften her fall in the short time she was airborne. The only thing she could do was to mentally curse herself for having been stupid enough to fall for the French tramp’s cheap trick and hope against hope that she would not be too badly hurt.
Then she landed. Flat on her back. With the added height of the bed – a clean drop of some eight feet.
The incredibly soft and thick carpet which covered the bedroom’s floor helped Josie in the sense that it prevented her skull from shattering into pieces too numerous to be counted, which would have been the result had she landed on a hard surface, but that’s where the good news ended for the sexy American woman. As she hit the floor, all the air came out of her lungs in a single burst through her mouth, and she just lay there, gaping like a fish out of water, desperately trying to start breathing again, her eyes wide open, her attractive face suffused with blood and her arms and legs spread wide. Such was the force of her bone-jarring impact that she was left completely incapacitated – incapable of moving, speaking, breathing, or even thinking – her mind in a total haze as she stared blankly at the ceiling, while the whole room seemed to spin wildly around her.
Just what Laetitia wanted.
A steady stream of French expletives erupted from the gorgeous Normandy native’s mouth as she scrambled off the bed and swiftly kicked the helpless American beauty right between her splayed legs, her foot producing a loud slap as it connected with Josie’s glistening labia.
Josie’s eyes nearly came out of their sockets and her face contorted in sheer agony as she rolled over the floor clutching at herself, in too much pain to even scream. Her mouth was wide open, but the only sound that came from it was a sort of a hiss which issued from somewhere in the back of her throat and was reminiscent of the sound of the air coming out of a punctured beach ball.
Such was Josie’s obvious distress as she writhed back and forth with intensity which threatened to snap her bones that, even in her fighting-mad state of mind, Laetitia paused uncertainly for a moment, not quite sure whether she hadn’t caused some really serious and irreparable damage to the other woman with that vicious kick to such a vulnerable area.
But the French beauty’s hesitation did not last for more than a couple of seconds. After all, she said to herself, this was a fight, not a candle-lit dinner. If you can’t stand the heat – stay out of the bedroom, was Laetitia’s take on the situation. She had no intention of showing her opponent any mercy as she was positive that Josie would do the same thing to her without thinking twice if she got the chance.
Plus, there was always the possibility that the bitch was faking most of it in the hope of buying herself some time to recover, and that was something Laetitia could not allow to happen. Defeating her American foe was vitally important to the French model and now that she felt she was practically on the verge of achieving that, she was determined not to make any mistakes. Josie had proven to be a lot tougher and much more dangerous than Laetitia had thought and the latter knew that she could not afford to allow the California woman even the slightest opportunity to get back into this fight.
Hell-bent on getting the victory while the going was good, Laetitia now went on the offensive with a kick aimed at her rival’s head. Josie’s violent writhing and twisting led to Laetitia’s foot missing its target and slamming into the American’s shoulder, but Laetitia did not seem too discouraged by that and now bent down, grabbing Josie by her sweat-soaked hair with both hands and hauling her up to her feet.
Josie could only moan and gasp as she stood in an awkward position, her thighs pressed together, her hands gently massaging her tortured womanhood, trying to assuage the agonizing pain. At this point she was in such a bad way that she would have fallen back down on the floor had Laetitia not held on to her hair and kept her upright.
“Now I finish you, bitch!” Laetitia panted out, her accent slightly more noticeable than before.
Snarling, the Frenchwoman slapped Josie in the face a couple of times and then shoved her against the wall. One hand still tangled in her rival’s long, dark tresses to keep her on her feet, Laetitia now drove her fist a few times in Josie’s flat belly. Josie was too hurt and exhausted to be able to tighten her abs and Laetitia’s fist sank deeper and deeper every time, doing some real damage. The proud, head-strong American woman refused to quit though, and despite her desperate situation, tried to fight back with a punch of her own, aiming for her opponent’s belly. But the blow, although well-directed, lacked any real power behind it and merely glanced off the French supermodel’s well-developed abs without having any effect.
“So, you want more!” Laetitia growled and punched Josie on the jaw, stunning her, before raking the sharp fingernails of her right hand down the American’s left breast.
“Bitch!” Josie groaned and lashed out blindly with her right hand, her open palm landing on the other woman’s left cheek with a loud smack.
Laetitia screamed – more in anger than in pain – and retaliated by punching her foe in the face, twice. She then grabbed Josie’s large breasts with both hands and, digging her fingers deep into the supple orbs, pulled as hard as she could, whipping the American around and sending her towards the center of the room. Josie just stood there swaying unsteadily back and forth, her arms dangling limply at her sides. She was practically out on her feet and could do nothing when Laetitia suddenly moved in for the kill.
Snarling and cursing, the French beauty closed in with her opponent and her fists and knees repeatedly smacked into the California native’s sexy, athletic, and totally defenseless body. Josie valiantly tried to fight back, but it was no use. A barrage of heavy body blows mixed with a flurry of slaps to the face from the French hell-cat soon brought the dazed and hurt American woman down to the floor, where she lay moaning and trying to cover up with her arms.
Laetitia kicked her downed rival in the ribs and pounced on her, rolling her over onto her back and straddling her. Josie tried to struggle, but the woman from Normandy was in total control now and just sat on her chest keeping her pinned to the floor.
“I have you now!” Laetitia announced proudly as she sat firmly on top of her fallen foe, breathing heavily, the sweat literally pouring out of her and dripping on the trapped and equally sweaty Face of Maybelline.
The American chose to disagree. Exhausted and hopelessly pinned though Josie was, she just could not bear the thought of losing to anyone – or anything – French, and continued fighting with everything she had left. Unfortunately for her, what she had left was virtually nothing. She bucked weakly a couple of times, wriggling back and forth and achieving nothing other than exhausting herself even further. She tried kicking, but that was no good either; the numerous blows to her stomach had taken a serious toll on her legs, and she only managed a few weak attempts at kneeing Laetitia in the back before what little strength she had left in those long, shapely – normally so powerful – legs was gone and she just lay stretched out on her back, gasping and moaning.
The only hope Josie had now were her hands and she tried to use them, but Laetitia would have none of it. Well aware that she was sitting pretty and the only weapon left in her rival’s arsenal capable of hurting her any were the hands, the French supermodel kept her composure and maintained her position on top, remaining watchful and focused. She would not waste any time and effort trying to get hold of Josie’s sweat-slippery arms, but would rather wait for Josie to reach up and would then block the grasping hands without any trouble. Every time Josie tried to grab either Laetitia’s breasts or hair, or claw at her eyes, Laetitia effortlessly brushed the reaching arms aside and quickly followed up with a slap to the unprotected face. The slaps both hurt and enraged the trapped American woman and made her continue her fruitless attempts which led to her using up her last reserves of energy.
“Get...offa me... you fuckin’ cunt.... I’ll fuckin’...kill you!” Josie groaned continuing her vain attempts to grab the other woman’s hair or tits.
The French beauty was totally unperturbed and kept of pushing her rival’s arms aside with ease, while remaining firmly seated on top, simply riding the sexy American woman out, waiting for her to exhaust herself completely.
For a while, the situation remained unchanged – one beautiful, sweat-drenched woman sitting on top of the other, who fought weakly and unsuccessfully to free herself and got a number of slaps to the face for her trouble. The only sounds that could be heard were the women’s rapid, heavy breathing and the struggling American’s moans and groans, punctuated at almost equal intervals by the sharp crack of skin striking skin every time one of Laetitia’s palms came down forcefully on Josie’s face.
Finally, after almost three minutes of having to constantly reach up, Josie no longer had any strength left in her arms and they just fell limply at her sides. This was just what Laetitia had been waiting for and she now made her move by swiftly and effortlessly pulling Josie’s arms in the exact position that she wanted them to be in and then pinning them to the floor with her knees.
“No!” the California beauty groaned and tried to struggle, but it was too late, and she didn’t have enough strength anyway.
“Do you surrender?” the gorgeous French model asked, panting and she looking down at the face of her sexy American captive.
“Fuck you, bitch!” Josie spat out, squirming feebly back and forth without a ghost of a chance to free herself.
Laetitia responded to the insult with a sweet smile and two heavy slaps to Josie’s unprotected face – one for each cheek. The slaps undoubtedly hurt Josie but they also hurt Laetitia’s palms somewhat and the Frenchwoman decided to try another method for forcing a submission from her helpless foe.
Rising up on her knees Laetitia abruptly dropped right back down on Josie’s chest with practically all of her weight.
“UGGHH!” the beautiful California native said as the air was driven out of her lungs for the umpteenth time that evening.
“Did you like that?” Laetitia inquired calmly “Do you want more?”
“Go to hell, you French cunt!” Josie said hoarsely.
Laetitia dropped her ass forcefully on her pinned rival’s chest again. And again.
Josie was really suffering. She was unable to breathe normally and, as if that was not enough, every time Laetitia rose up, her entire weight was transferred onto her knees which were planted just above Josie’s elbows and that caused a considerable amount of pain for the American as the bones and muscles in her upper arms were virtually being crushed between the other woman’s knees and the floor.
“Had enough already?” Laetitia asked, obviously enjoying torturing her all but defeated foe.
“Fuck you!” Josie said again, but despite her apparent defiance, she was desperate. For the first time in this fight – in her life, in fact – she felt overpowered and overwhelmed and she was beginning to panic. Her whole life she had always won at everything she had tried and gotten everything she had wanted, and now, having suddenly found herself in the unfamiliar situation of being on the losing end and totally helpless, she really struggled to cope. The sensation of being physically dominated by another woman was driving her almost out of her mind with fear and rage. The fact that the woman dominating her was French was driving her completely out of her mind with fear and rage. She could not – she WOULD NOT – lose to some French slut. No American woman could be beaten by a French bitch. It was just not possible. Not ever.
But at the same time, somewhere deep inside of her, she was beginning to realize that, despite her resolve, there wasn’t much she could do at this point. She had no strength left, none whatsoever, and she just could not see a way out of her predicament. Hurt, completely exhausted, and unable to breathe, she was at this moment nothing more than a helpless victim to the hateful Gallic witch, who could continue to torment her as much as she wanted.
And continue the hateful Gallic witch did. Time and time again, Laetitia’s shapely, sweaty ass slammed down on Josie’s naked chest, the Frenchwoman’s round, taut buttocks squashing the American’s large, firm breasts, flattening them against the ribcage and driving the air out of Josie’s lungs in the process. Each time Laetitia’s glistening derriere made contact with the pinned woman’s chest, there was a loud smack, almost instantly followed by a low grunt from Josie, whose face was by now beet-red from all the previous slaps and current lack of air.
“Stop it!” Josie groaned all of a sudden.
“Do you surrender?” Laetitia asked, pausing for a moment.
“Dream on, bitch!” the California native replied boldly, even though she could barely breathe.
Laetitia immediately resumed her punishment of her rival, jumping up and down on top of the hapless American model with wild abandon, her large, unrestrained tits bouncing and swinging in all directions with her sudden movements, the sweat literally pouring out of her and dripping on the pinned woman.
Puffing and gasping, her face the deepest shade of red imaginable, Josie held out for as long as she could, but she knew it was hopeless. Rendered completely helpless by her opponent, she didn’t have an ounce of strength left anywhere in her body and could do nothing to fight back, or escape, or even defend herself and had to just lie there and take everything Laetitia dished out, which, she knew instinctively, was going to be a lot. Looking up at the French beauty bouncing up and down on her chest, she could see the determined expression on the attractive face, an expression that clearly said: “I can – and will – do this all night if I have to”.
And Josie couldn’t take this for a whole night. Not only was she really hurting, but it seemed to her that she hadn’t taken more than three breaths in the last five minutes, and it was this latter part the American was finding particularly difficult to endure. Pain alone, she could handle. The inability to breathe was a different matter altogether – it was absolutely terrifying. Lying on her back underneath the other woman, pinned down and completely exhausted, Josie suddenly realized how utterly defenseless and vulnerable she was at that moment. She knew Laetitia could kill her now if she wanted to – there wasn’t a thing she could do to stop her. And as to whether Laetitia would actually go as far as that – in a house full of people no less – well...the bitch was French – Josie wouldn’t put anything past her. Still, the American tried to fight off the rising panic and bolster her resolve by repeatedly telling herself that she simply could not lose to a Frenchwoman, and that Laetitia would probably soon get tired, or bored of tormenting her, and would eventually stop.
But Laetitia did not stop. Victory in this fight was really important to her, and feeling that she was really close to it now, she continued to slam her bare ass down on the other woman’s chest mercilessly, bent on completely destroying Josie.
It went on for another half a minute or so, but in the end, the combination of pain, exhaustion, helplessness, lack of air, and sheer misery, proved too much for the sexy American woman and she finally broke down.
“Alright, you bitch“Josie groaned, still hoping to at least save some face by getting out of this without actually uttering a submission, per se. “Get offa me!”
Laetitia would have none of it, though. It was imperative to her to extract a submission from her American foe and she wasn’t about to release her captive before she had gotten what she wanted.
“Do you surrender?” She asked yet again.
Although clearly beaten, the California native was still reluctant to admit defeat, the thought of submitting to a Frenchwoman virtually gnawing at her insides and making her very soul writhe in anguish.
Trying to make her hesitant opponent make up her mind, Laetitia dropped her ass on Josie’s chest once more, expelling the last traces of air from her lungs.
“Do you surrender?” the dominant woman persisted with the most topical question of the day. She then went as far as to offer an opinion: “You are helpless, bitch; I can beat you silly!” And she strengthened her case with a hard slap to the pinned American’s face.
“Alright!” Josie rasped out, gasping for air. “Alright, you fuckin’ French whore... I...I surrender... Get offa me!”
Laetitia still wasn’t satisfied.
“French women are better than American women, no?” She asked sweetly, deliberately making her French accent more pronounced.
“NO!” Josie groaned, feeling both mortified and furious.
The sexy Frenchwoman’s ass slamming down on her chest twice more quickly made the American supermodel change her tune. Josie hated Laetitia – as well as everyone and everything else French – with every fiber of her being and would have gladly dismembered the bitch with a rusty hacksaw at the first opportunity she got, but right now – she had to breathe.
“Fine... French women... are... better...” the beaten California beauty wheezed. “Now get off... Lemme breathe!”
Being an American woman herself, Josie didn’t believe for a moment that French women were superior (although right now she was lying flat on her back underneath one), but she just felt that keeping Laetitia pacified would be a lot better for her health. Still, even though she didn’t really mean what she said, just having to say it brought tears to the proud California beauty’s eyes and made her see this as the most humiliating moment in her life. Little did she know that it was about to get much worse.
Leaning forward, Laetitia shook her shoulders back and forth for a few seconds, disdainfully rubbing her full, sweaty tits in Josie's face, before finally dismounting her defeated rival and getting up on her feet. She bent down, grabbed Josie’s hair with both hands and roughly pulled the limp American to her knees, and then dragged her over to the side of the bed, pushing her face into the mattress.
Josie was now kneeling down beside the bed with her legs spread wide. Her belly pressed against the edge of the mattress, she was bent over, her upper body resting on the bed with her arms flung aside. She tried to struggle, but was too exhausted. Laetitia simply tangled her left hand in Josie’s hair and pressed the left side of her head against the mattress keeping her in position without any effort at all.
“Lemme go, you bitch!” Josie moaned weakly.
Instead of letting go, Laetitia moved closer to her captive and pressed the front of her sweaty pelvis against Josie’s equally sweaty ass. Josie moaned again in protest, but the Frenchwoman ignored her and began rotating her hips slowly, rubbing her shaven mound against the American’s firm, round ass-cheeks. Josie squealed and tried to get away, but she had no strength left, none at all, and could do nothing.
Laetitia now got hold of her rival’s wrists, twisted her arms behind her back and held them there using only her left hand. She kept Josie in place by pushing the front of her pelvis against the latter’s ass, thus pressing the American’s belly firmly against the edge of the bed. Once Josie had been rendered completely helpless, Laetitia reached around the Californian’s body with her free right hand and began gently rubbing her labia.
“No! What are you doing?” Josie groaned and tried to resist, but in her current state of total exhaustion, she was completely powerless to stop the Frenchwoman, who continued her indecent assault undisturbed.
“Stop! Stop it, you sick whore!” the American whined, and suddenly, to her absolute horror, she discovered that, independently from her, her body was responding to the other woman’s touch.
She was getting turned on.
She had been beaten, disgraced, and was now literally being raped – all by some French slut, whom she hated more than anything in existence – and she was getting turned on by it. She didn’t want to – she hated herself for it almost as much as she hated Laetitia – but she just couldn’t help it. Tears of humiliation spilling from her eyes, she desperately tried to resist, but it was no use. The more she thought about how discomforting, demeaning and just plain wrong all this was and how much she loathed the horrible bitch behind her, and the harder she tried to fight the feeling that stirred inside of her – the more turned on she got.
“Stop it! Let go!” the helpless woman groaned, shivering in both excitement and disgust as her most private of regions was being caressed by her loathsome rival, and then suddenly letting out a squeal of embarrassment as she felt herself getting wet.
Laetitia felt it too and purred contentedly, sliding her hand back and forth along the length of the other woman’s smooth, swollen labia, slick with Josie’s sweat and juices. Presently the Frenchwoman’s fingers slipped inside the American’s now sopping sex, probing and teasing. Josie groaned at the invasion, but could do nothing to stop it and remained motionless, nearly weeping in dejection while her conqueror had her way with her battered, limp, sweat-drenched body.
Wishing to make a point, Laetitia now went straight for Josie’s clit, found it, and attacked it vigorously, her fingers expertly rubbing and massaging the hard, throbbing knob. Josie moaned and squirmed feebly, but she was just too weak and remained bent over on her knees with the front of her upper body flattened down on the bed while the other woman continued to violate her. She could feel that she was getting close to having an orgasm now and desperately tried to steel herself, not wanting to give her rival the satisfaction of making her come. It was no good. Try as she might, she had no control over her own body, which now belonged solely to Laetitia.
Sensing that Josie was near the edge, Laetitia kicked into overdrive, working her hand back and forth, her fingers wiggling and rotating, squelching around the slippery wetness of her rival’s womanhood while her thumb kept on manipulating the Californian’s clit knowledgeably. A few quick, hard thrusts of the Frenchwoman’s pelvis against the American’s shapely ass added to Josie’s humiliation, and she squealed indignantly while desperately trying to fight off the waves of pleasure that surged through her totally against her will. It was much too late. Only a few moments later, her body began to shudder as she arched her back and came in a series of violent convulsions, ultimately slumping inertly on the bed with a cry of shame, utterly defeated on every level.
Laetitia – quite turned on herself – thought briefly about using her beaten rival’s body for her own pleasure, or even forcing the helpless American woman to gratify her, but then decided against it. She had achieved what she wanted and felt that her point will come across even more clearly if she didn’t show her desire, which she thought might be seen as a weakness.
Kneeling between the defeated woman’s calves, the victorious French beauty bent forward and covered Josie’s upper body with her own, her large, sweat drenched tits sliding smoothly over the American’s glistening back, the rock-hard nipples poking and scouring; she leaned down and brought her mouth right next to Josie’s left ear.
“You see?” whispered Laetitia as the other woman lay limp beneath her, panting and gasping, and trying desperately to fight back her tears. “I can defeat you; I can hurt you; I can fuck you; I can kill you – I can do to you whatever I wish, because I am better than you!”
“You fuckin’ slut!” Josie whined, now crying, “I’ll kill you for this, I swear to God I’ll fuckin’ kill you! I’ll...”
The outburst was cut short as Laetitia stood up, grabbed the California native by the hair with both hands and roughly pulled her off the bed and down to the floor, kicking her, twice.
“Shut up!” the French supermodel snarled as Josie curled into a ball and lay there, weeping. “Any more from you, bitch, and I’ll rip your face off!”
Both women were a sweaty mess, and at this point Laetitia decided to take advantage of the fact that the bedroom had an en suite bathroom and went in there, leaving Josie on the floor to lick her wounds and try to come to grips with her crushing defeat.
By the time Laetitia came out of the shower trying energetically to dry off her hair with a towel, Josie had stopped crying, but sill lay on the floor feeling too battered and weak to even attempt standing up.
Her superiority over her American foe proven, it was mission accomplished for the sexy Frenchwoman and she now quickly dressed up and prepared to leave, but just as she was walking out through the door, she could not resist the sudden impulse to have one last crack at the beaten model. She stopped and half-turned around, giving one soft whistle which made Josie look at her from the floor.
“Vive la France!” Laetitia sang out, biting her lower lip lightly and wrinkling her nose in an impish grimace as she slowly wriggled her hips with her arms raised triumphantly.
Over the last few minutes Josie had felt too hurt and miserable to really think about anything and she had almost forgotten, but now she was once again cruelly reminded her that the woman who had beaten and degraded her so badly was actually French, and this was way more than she could stand.
A wild howl issuing forth from her mouth, her attractive face twisted in almost maniacal rage, Josie rolled over on her stomach and tried to get up, not caring about exhaustion or pain or anything at all, except the French slut’s total destruction. As she scrabbled blindly at the floor in an attempt to rise, her right hand accidentally snatched one of her own stiletto heels and, driven by the powerful combination of righteous anger and overwhelming hatred, she pushed herself up on her knees, exhaustion and all, and hurled the shoe at her loathsome foe with the combined strength of every woman in America behind it.
Josie’s aim proved to be exceptionally good, but unfortunately, she was a fraction too late as Laetitia was already on her way out and the shoe clattered harmlessly against the closing door at about the same spot where the Frenchwoman’s face had been just moments ago. The violent effort that she had put into throwing the unlikely projectile was too much for the battered, exhausted American beauty to be able to keep her balance and she sprawled face first on the floor. The two taut, glistening, beautifully-rounded mounds of her ass quivered briefly and violently with her heavy landing and then settled into a steady jiggling born out of her whole body’s convulsive shaking as she lay there in defeat, repeatedly pounding the carpet with her small fists in frustration, and sobbing with humiliation and impotent rage.
“I’LL GET YOU, BITCH!” She screamed hysterically at the empty room. “THIS ISN’T OVER! I DON’T CARE WHAT IT TAKES, I’LL FIND YOU AND I’M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY! YOU HEAR ME, YOU FRENCH WHORE, I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ KILL YOU IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO!!”
Her voice trailing, the beaten woman lay still and wept quietly, her soul writhing in anguish as she relived every moment of her humiliating loss again and again, the thoughts of what she would do to Laetitia the next time she met her doing nothing to soothe her mental agony.

Yes, it's the end. You were expecting free beer maybe?
Anyway, those who wish to deliver their insults and curses in a more private environment, please note that my address is now: theamachur@yahoo.com.

Next up:

Carmen Electra (Model/Actress)
Born: April 20, 1972, Cincinnati, Ohio, USA; Height 5'3”; Weight: 110 lbs. (36C-23-35)

vs.

Melinda Messenger (TV Host/Actress)
Born: February 23, 1971, Swindon, Wiltshire, UK; Height: 5'3”; Weight: 108 lbs. (34D-22-34)

It'll probably take a while though. Till then – take care!

Ummm... Michael G?

PS. This story, like my previous ones, was supposed to go with a number of photos of the two antagonists, but those cannot be posted for several reasons, so if you'd like to see them, send me am e-mail address and I'll try to get them over to you as soon as I can.