Rooftop Ruckus
by Damon

Anne lay on a beach towel atop the roof of her Chicago apartment, stretching out her long legs and arms before lying back flat and closing her eyes. She was dressed in a yellow French-cut bikini that clung tightly to her voluptuous five-foot-ten, 145-pound frame, the cotton material caressing her sweet chassis, especially her 36c breasts. She tried to soak up the last rays of the setting sun, when she noticed that it had become even darker than twilight should be. She opened her eyes and looked up to see someone standing over her and blotting out the sun.

Someone named Cindy.

Anne's face curled into a scowl as she saw her arch-rival standing there, the other blonde dressed in a similar bikini, although colored white. Cindy was just as shapely, pretty, and voluptuous as Anne, and a rivalry had developed between the two women who both lived in this same building, Cindy having relocated here from Seattle a while back. That rivalry had exploded into two brutal, nude, knockdown drag-out catfights in the past few months, both women winning once by choking the other unconscious with her bare hands. Anne, born and raised in Detroit, had triumphed in their first fight, while Seattle Cindy had emerged victorious in the rematch. Now, as Cindy stood over her, Anne knew that her archenemy was there for one reason and one reason only - not to get a light tan, but to fight her in a tie-breaking bout.

"Well, well, looks who's here," grinned Cindy coyly, one knee bent, one hand on her hip and the other clutching a white beach towel.

Anne sneered. "What do YOU want?"

"I thought I would come up here to catch some rays," continued Cindy, "but now, seeing you here ..." She grinned even wider, her mind flush with the prospect of potential female combat.

"Look," sighed Anne wearily, "I'm not in a mood to fight with you." She just wanted to finish tanning and go home. Though she could still remember Cindy's hands about her throat ...

"Why? Afraid you'll lose again?" She begin to grow excited within, recalling how she had strangled Anne unconscious in their last fight when both of them had been trying to choke each other out at the same time.

Anne glared at her rival. "You just barely won last time," she said with more than a little agitation.

"Won is the key word, sweetie," laughed Cindy. Then, in a more serious tone, she added, "And I'll win again if you have the guts to take me on a third time, Anne!"

Cindy was spoiling for a rubber match with Anne, for the chance for one of them to break the tie between them. She just had to goad her enemy a little more. But Anne quickly shot that hope down.

"Get lost, Cindy." And Anne got to her bare feet, turning her back on her old foe as she stretched again and prepared to lay back down on her stomach to tan her back, the matter closed as far as she was concerned.

She never made it back onto the towel.

Cindy dropped her own towel as Anne turned away from her, stepped forward, and reached in front of Anne's chest to latch onto the other tall, well-built blonde's luscious breasts with both hands. Her holds established, Cindy began squeezing with all her strength, bare hands crushing her foe's sheathed flesh as Anne's anguished cries rung out over the rooftop.

Anne's hands pulled madly at Cindy's wrists, trying to pry the other blonde's hands off her chest, but Cindy kept on squeezing savagely, teeth gritted in determination. Desperate, Anne snapped her head back and belted Cindy square in the nose, stunning her lovely opponent just long enough for her to tear free of those gripping, squeezing hands and then turn to face her enemy.

Both blondes glared at each other icily, their ample chests heaving in anticipation of what would happen next. Then suddenly, as if by some unseen cue, both Anne and Cindy screamed and lunged at each other, bare hands snaking out to latch onto vulnerable throats and squeeze hard in the hot, muggy summer evening.

"Agggh!" cried Cindy.

"Unnnh!" choked Anne.

Bare feet then shuffled and scrabbled across the rooftop as Cindy and Anne shifted and struggled about, hands tightening about each other's soft throats as the two blondes tried to choke each other out. Grunts and gasps, coughs and curses filled the air between them as they squeezed with all their strength, thumbs stabbing deep into windpipes as they both endured agony like never before, but still each woman refused to relinquish her steely grip about the other's slender neck.

Suddenly Cindy pushed in forward and managed to ram a knee up hard into Anne's crotch, stunning the Midwestern blonde for an instant. Cindy took full advantage of her attack and began to push her enemy down onto the roof where Cindy would have all the leverage and could then strangle her opponent at her leisure. But her premature victory celebration was cut short by the sudden, sharp sensation of pain in her face, pain provided by a bony fist smashing into her cheekbone, first one and then the other as Anne swung wildly, trying to get loose.

Cindy yelped at the blows and tore away from Anne, who pulled out of Cindy's chokehold to rub her raw throat and try to coax air back into her heaving chest. They both backed off to catch their breath and eye each other warily, both women wondering how next to attack the other. The respite lasted only a minute or so before both women, skin starting to become slick with sweat in the humid air, rushed at each other and began tearing away at each other's bikini tops with their bare hands. They stretched and shredded the thin cotton material with their greedy, clawing fingers until their bare breasts came bouncing free and they were both topless. Not missing a beat, they both latched onto each other's mammaries and began squeezing as hard as they could, twisting and turning, pulling and pinching as they assaulted each other's chests with a fury.

Both women threw back their heads and howled at the pain they were inflicting upon one another, but neither showed any signs of submitting anytime soon, neither cared if anyone heard their cries as they struggled for supremacy. Fingers sank deep into flesh and squeezed, fingertips found fleshy nipples and pinched them like vises, as each woman was determined to destroy the other ...

Anne was getting the worse of their breast-squeezing affair, as Cindy pulled mercilessly at her foe's thick nipples, stretching them forward like taffy. Now the pain was becoming unbearable; and despite squeezing Cindy's breasts as viciously as she could, Anne could not bring her enemy to the same level of agony that she herself was enduring. Desperate, she released her foe's hanging globes to reach upwards and wrap her hands about Cindy's throat again, shaking her foe back and forth as she poured on the pressure and began to squeeze savagely.

Cindy gasped at this new agony, and tried prying Anne's hands loose from her neck; but Anne was hanging on maniacally, teeth clenched and eyes ablaze as she choked the life from her rival, hands interlocking behind Cindy's neck and tightening the hold, fingers crushing the other blonde's neck.

"Guuuhhh ... uunnhh ... ullkkk ..." was all Cindy could mouth as the very breath was violently squeezed from her body.

"Choke, you fucking bitch!" snarled Anne through gritted teeth, hands squeezing harder. She began to pull Cindy downwards, trying to drag her down to the roof to her doom ...

But suddenly Anne was screaming again, her chokehold dissolved, her hands peeling off her victim's throat and clawing frantically at her foe's wrists as Cindy began to press her thumbs into Anne's eyes, trying to gouge them out. Now it was Anne's turn to slam a knee up hard into her foe's crotch, stunning Cindy just long enough for Anne to pull those clawing hands away before they did irreparable damage. But just as Anne went to renew her chokehold and finish the fight, her head was snapped back violently as Cindy swung upwards and caught her enemy flush on the chin with an uppercut. Anne's legs went wobbly as she tried to shake off the impact of the blow, but just as her head was beginning to clear, she felt two long arms wrapping tight about her waist and squeezing as Cindy caught her in a bearhug.

Anne's cries again rang out over the rooftop as a sharp pain collected in her spine and refused to depart, Cindy's balled-up fists pressing hard into Anne's lower back while her arms constricted the Midwestern beauty's waist more and more with each passing second. Anne clawed at the Northwest looker's shoulders, desperate to break free before being crushed, but Cindy held her foe fast in her backbreaking hold, biceps flexing and straining with effort.

"Feeling a little out of breath, bitch?" chided Cindy as he watched her opponent struggle in her grasp, the Northwest blonde beginning to lift Anne up onto her toes in her spine-snapping assault. But that confident grin quickly faded from Cindy's lovely face as Anne slammed both fists into either side of Cindy's cheekbones, drawing a loud cry from the agonized girl and breaking her grip in the process. Both women then tumbled to the thatched roof to assuage their wounds, Cindy covering and rubbing her pretty face with both hands, Anne massaging her sore lower back with both hands.

Anne was on her knees, rubbing her hands over her spine, trying to knead the pain away, when suddenly she felt herself being grabbed by the shoulders from behind and twisted about. Before she could resist, she felt a soft strand coiling about her neck and pulling tight before a fist crashed hard into her open mouth, knuckles slamming against her teeth and lips and drawing blood. Anne's head began to swim about the roof as she looked up through pained eyes to see Cindy standing there, face still red with the impact of Anne's earlier blows, grinning wickedly as she slammed another fist into Anne's face.

And another. And another. Anne tried to curse at Cindy, or even cry out, but found all she could do was gasp. She felt about her neck and found the remnants of a bikini top, fashioned into a loop and now pulled tight about her neck by Cindy's right hand, the cotton cloth cutting off Anne's air just as Cindy punished her rival with blows from her left hand.

Anne staggered as she was assaulted on both ends, trying to cover up with her hands as Cindy rained punishing blows down upon her and tightened the loop at the same time, leaving Anne to hazily wonder whether she would be choked to death or beaten to death first ...

Cindy began driving Anne to her knees as she pounded away at the Midwestern blonde with her left hand, her right one tightening the bikini top about Anne's neck and choking her. Anne coughed hoarsely even as she tried to ward off her enemy's punishing blows, but she was fighting a battle on two fronts and losing both. Her skull and throat racked with pain, Anne quickly devised a desperate plan for freedom that she hoped would work ... that HAD to work.

Still on her knees, Anne played along for the next few moments, reeling from Cindy's twin attacks as before, before finally marshalling her efforts for her counterattack. Her right side trembling as she summoned all the strength she could spare, Anne leaned back and then fired her right fist straight into Cindy's bikinied crotch as hard as she could.
Cindy's shriek reverberated about the roof, even causing Anne herself to jump slightly, so unexpected was the sound. Cindy immediately loosened her grip on the bikini top about Anne's neck, and fell down and onto the roof, hands clutching her wounded womanhood.

"You cunt," she whimpered. "You fucking, fucking cunt ..."

"No, I think it's YOUR fucking cunt, you bitch," croaked Anne as she rubbed her wounded throat, red marks evident on her neck where the bikini top had sawed into her white skin. The battle was halted for the next few minutes as each woman assuaged her injuries, but it was Cindy who was the more badly hurt, and it was Anne who regained her feet first. Striding two or three steps over to where Cindy had fallen, Anne then bent down and grabbed onto Cindy's bikini briefs before dragging them down the Northwest blonde's long legs and finally over her bare feet, leaving Cindy completely nude. Anne then stepped up and out of her own briefs, totally exposing herself as well, and then flung both briefs over the edge of the roof. She then did the same with the tops and towels, before Cindy got any more ideas about using them as potential weapons. No, the two women would finish their fight totally naked, and totally with their bare hands and feet alone.

"And now we're even for this fight," growled Anne, as she advanced on Cindy again, intent upon on ending things. Seconds later and Anne was again crying out in pain as well, as Cindy lashed out with one leg and kicked Anne square on the left kneecap with her heel. Anne howled as she went down, hands clutching her wounded knee as she collapsed to the roof. Both women lay there, both in agony, both unable to move or continue the struggle. Anne clutched at her damaged knee, rubbing it with both hands as she lay on her side, while Cindy lay on her back, hands massing her sore crotch. The pain was incredible, and neither could fathom how they would finish this third and latest fight between them.

Then they thought of victory, and of how much punishment they had each absorbed from the other so far, in all their fights combined. They turned and glared at one another, their hatred unspoken but tangible, and their competitive fires were restoked. Then glared at each other icily, and rose shakily to their bare feet once more to renew their struggle for supremacy - and life.

As best they could in their battered conditions, they headed towards one another, but again it was Cindy gaining the upper hand. Just as they came together, the Seattle-born babe staggered Anne with a roundhouse right to the face, then another, then another, until she lashed out with right roundhouse kick to the cheek that sent Anne tumbling across the roof. Unable to halt her headlong flight, Anne crashed headfirst into the raised brick doorway that led downstairs to the apartment building. The Midwesterner slumped to the ground, but began to rise as she heard Cindy coming at her from behind, bare feet slapping across the rooftop.

Anne turned to grapple with her foe, but only caught a knee in the cunt for her efforts, as Cindy's secured her hands about Anne's shoulders and held her in place before kneeing her down low. Another knee to the crotch, and then another, and then Anne was moaning low and long and loud in unbelievable agony.

"How do you like that, bitch?" growled Cindy, still angry about the fist to her groin. "How does that feel, you slut?"
Her agony was just beginning. First Cindy clamped a hand over Anne's mouth and then pinched her nostrils shut with the other, effectively suffocating the Midwest beauty. Cindy pressed and pinched with grim-faced determination as Anne clutched fiercely at her foe's wrists but failed to break loose. Cindy then fired another knee up into Anne's groin, stunning her foe once more, Anne's resultant cries muffled by Cindy's smothering hands.
Then Anne felt Cindy's hands peel away from her breathing passages, allowing her to suck in some much-needed air, but it was only a temporary reprieve, as the worst was yet to come.


Dazed and in agony, Anne then felt Cindy's hands gripping her bare breasts from underneath, squeezing them and holding them in place, fingertips pinching the pointed fleshy nipples hard. Anne moaned again before feeling a stinging, pinching sensation in her left breast. She looked down in horror to see Cindy biting down hard on that soft fleshy mound, the blonde nearly engulfing it in her eager mouth.

The Midwestern blonde wailed and pulled at the other blonde's hair, but she was too battered from the blows to her head and face to offer much resistance. She suffered a while longer as Cindy's white teeth sank deeper into her breast, hands squeezing the soft flesh mercilessly all the while, until she sensed herself being released and her face being plunged downwards into Cindy's heaving, sweated bust. The Midwest girl smothered in her foe's firm breasts, Cindy's soft hands holding Anne's face in place as she denied her enemy of oxygen, and Anne thought this was truly the end as she felt herself passing out. The taste and feel and scent of sweat was overpowering, as was the warmth of soft flesh ...

But then Anne could breathe again, as Cindy released her breast-smother, only to slam Anne's head back hard against the wall, prompting more moaning from the bruised and battered victim. Her moans were soon stifled as Cindy shifted her grip to seize Anne by the throat with both hands and began choking her again, even more savagely than before, the Seattle beauty determined to watch Anne's life run out between her fingers.

"Unnnhhh ... guuhhh ... ulllkkk ..." was all Anne could mouth at her new agony, her hands wrapped tightly about Cindy's wrists and trying to pull those terrible hands loose.

"Choke, you fucking cunt!" snarled Cindy, tightening her hold with each passing second. "Choke!"
Cindy slammed Anne back first into the wall again, her hands still locked about the blonde battler's throat and squeezing hard. Anne coughed as she clawed at Cindy's face with one hand while clutching one of Cindy's wrists with the other, trying to break free, but still the Northwest beauty kept choking her hated foe, determined to finish the other woman off and claim their tiebreaking bout.

Anne soon began to gasp hoarsely as the breath was violently squeezed from her body, Cindy's soft hands like a steel vise about her foe's ravaged throat. Anne pulled wildly at Cindy's wrists with both hands now, desperate to end this airless ordeal before the other blonde ended her life, which by the looks of things could be any minute now. Any minute at all ...

Anne continued to suffer in Cindy's two-handed grip, the Northwest blonde's hands still fastened about her Midwest rival's throat, squeezing mercilessly and choking her to death. Anne strained to pull Cindy's hands loose, but her foe's grip was simply too strong, too relentless. Faced with the end of her life, Anne summoned all her flagging strength to once more fight back, fists pummeling away like pistons on Cindy's face, the Midwestern blonde swinging wildly in a desperate attempt to escape from her Northwest counterpart.

Cindy tried to hold on, trying to choke Anne lifeless even as she was battered, but her triumph was put on hold as Anne's fist crashed off Cindy's chin and sent the other blonde sprawling. Anne dropped to her knees on the roof, hacking and coughing, saliva dripping from her lips as a souvenir of her ordeal, while Cindy was seated on her shapely ass a few feet away, shaking her head and trying to clear the cobwebs from her enemy's blow.

They recovered for long moments, both eager to recover first and mount an attack. Anne stumbled to her bare feet, but Cindy did likewise; and it was the latter woman who gained the upper hand by lashing out with another roundhouse kick that stunned her foe and sealed the issue. Just as Anne looked up, Cindy's heel crashed off her chin and sent the Midwestern blonde sprawling back onto the edge of the roof. Anne just lay there, her head swimming as she fought to stay conscious with Cindy bearing down on her. She tried to raise her hands to defend herself, but it was too late. Cindy was upon her almost immediately, straddling Anne by the waist on the edge of the roof while raining down rights and lefts into the Midwestern blonde's face, the sounds of bone upon bone and flesh upon flesh almost sickening. Anne slumped against the roof, the rough texture of the black tarpaper tiles doing little to ease her agony, until Cindy decided enough was enough.

Grabbing Anne by the shoulders, Cindy positioned her victim so that her pretty head hung over the edge of the roof, exposing her throat. Cindy smiled wickedly, savoring the next moment, heady with victory. Then she pursed her lips and drew a deep breath and smiled again evilly, before plunging down with both hands and squeezing them hard about Anne's neck in a final death grip. The Midwestern blonde emitted a strangled cry as she felt the life draining from her, and spittle began to run uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth as Cindy squeezed with all her remaining strength in a killing grip, thumbs pressing down savagely. She shook Anne back and forth as she throttled her, both women's breasts and nipples squashing together as Cindy pressed down against her victim, determined to finish the fight once and for all.

"Unnhhh ... uunnnhhh ... ullkkk .." was all Anne could sputter as she clutched weakly at Cindy's wrists, her strength all but gone.

"Your life is mine!" crowed Cindy.

Bare hands wrapped tighter about a vulnerable throat and squeezed, as Cindy began choking the life from Anne with all her might.

"Unnnhh ... unnnhhh," was all that Anne could mouth as Cindy strangled her senseless. The pain was excruciating - but even worse were the taunts.

"Your life is mine, bitch!" growled Cindy as she squeezed with reckless abandon, thumbs pressing down harder.

"I'm gonna choke you till there's no need to anymore!"

Anne was so battered and exhausted that even if she wanted to shudder, she couldn't have. But Cindy wasn't done yet. Victory wasn't the only thing he wanted now - she wanted dominance, or at least Anne's admission of it.

"Say it, bitch!" continued Cindy, licking her lips in excitement. "Say that I'm the best. Say it!"

Anne coughed and gasped, but she refused to give in to her hated foe - which angered Cindy even more, and so she tightened her hold.

"Say it, or you'll wish you had! Say I'm the best! Say it! Say it!!!" She was wild now, sweat pouring off her and down onto Anne as the temperature and humidity around them increased.

Anne didn't want to, didn't want to ever show any signs of weakness to this bitch, not even a tear, the coughing was bad enough ...

"I'll kill you!" shrieked Cindy, angered beyond belief at her foe's silence. "I'll teach you to defy me!"

She bore down again with renewed vigor, squeezing as hard as she possibly could, fingers crushing Anne's neck, thumbs pressing deep into her throat as she shook the other blonde up and down. Anne groaned below, hands still wrapped ineffectually about Cindy's wrists and holding on for dear life as she was throttled from above.

Cindy was unrepentant, determined to win at any cost. "Die, you bitch!" she snarled. She hated Anne, the other blonde was so much like her. She hated her so much ...

Anne gritted her teeth and tried to persevere, even as she turned red, then blue, then purple from lack of breath; but in the end the fire in her throat and in her lungs won out, and she finally said something she thought she never, ever would ...

"You're ... acckk ... you're ... the best, Cin," she gasped softly.

It hurt - hurt worse than being strangled, this conceding of defeat. She knew she would be out soon, there was no pretense of a comeback victory, and she wished for this ordeal to end as quickly as possible before Cindy could gloat too much.

"What?" queried Cindy, half-mocking, half-serious. "What did you say, cunt?"

"You're ... aaggh ... the best." And with that, Anne passed out in pain, exhaustion, and humiliation, Cindy's hands having cut off the blood flow to her carotid artery long enough to render her unconscious.

Cindy looked down incredulously at her out-cold foe, hands still tightening about the vulnerable neck. And then her incredulity gave way to a fiendish smile, a smile as big as the moon as her opponent's words struck home.

"Yes ... YES ... YEESSS!!!" she cried, whipping her own head back and forth in a full frenzy now, hands squeezing once more with all her strength as her unconscious prey did nothing to protect herself. She could finish her off once and for all, and thought she would - but no, letting her live with this memory would be even harsher, and she could hardly wait to rub it in the next time they met. How sweet it would be ...

Cindy maintained her hold for the next minute or so, savoring the feel of flesh in her fingers. The feeling of domination was wonderful ... At last her lust and glee were sated and she released her enemy to the roof, before standing up over her. Anne just lay there silently, arms and legs akimbo, head turned to the side, mouth and eyes closed as she slept the sleep of defeat. But even if she really was out like a light, Cindy wasn't going to let her forget it.

"That's right, bitch!" she snapped, one long finger pointing downwards at her prone pretty victim. "I'm the best! The BEST! I can outfight you, outwrestle you, outsmother you and outchoke you every time! You're nothing but a loser compared to me! A loser! And I just kicked your ass again! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Cindy then turned on her heel and strode away, sweaty and naked, not even looking back at her vanquished victim who lay silent and deathly still over the edge of the roof, but alive - barely.

Anne's bare chest rose and fell ever so slightly as the sun began to set above her sweat-slick, exhausted form. A long silver tear streamed down her cheek as she lay there, broken and battered, just a sliver of her former self ...

END