Struggle in the Shower by Damon

Lori pushed Bea's head against the shower floor, hands
tightening further about Bea's throat as she did so.
Bea fought to free herself, clawing at Lori's face and
chest, but could feel herself fading as the breath was
violently squeezed from her body ...

The two big-breasted, long-legged, brown-haired high
school beauties had been slugging it out in the locker
room shower for a short while after Lori had
"accidentally" spilled shampoo on Bea. She knew Lori
had done it on purpose, and after a terse verbal
exchange, had subsequently attacked Lori tooth and
nail. Lori answered the challenge head on, and the
fight was joined, unseen by prying eyes as the two
were the only inhabitants of the room.

They had fought back and forth across the shower,
trading punches and slaps for nearly five minutes,
bloodying each other's noses and lips in the process
as warm water from the shower heads washed around and
over them in the small space. Neither nude
wrestlerette had really been able to gain the upper
hand in that time, but then Lori changed the
complexion of the fight when she whipped some water
into Bea's eyes, blinding Bea for just a moment. A
moment had been enough, though, as Lori had rushed
Bea, wrapping her arms around her and driving her
backwards until Bea struck the far wall hard with her
back. Lori then took advantage of her stunned enemy by
grabbing her by the face and forcing her down the wall
and onto the floor, until Lori could straddle her
enemy, get her hands around Bea's neck, and begin
choking Bea lifeless.

Lori's fingers continued to grip and squeeze, thumbs
digging into Bea's windpipe as she choked the life
from her. Gasping and coughing for air, her eyelids
fluttering, Bea could feel oblivion closing in on her
as she struggled in vain to breathe. She looked up to
see Lori's face a mask of determination and hate, eyes
blazing and teeth clenched tight, as Lori poured all
her energy into her arms and down into her fingers,
which continued to wind tighter and tighter about
Bea's vulnerable neck. Just a little longer, thought
Lori, and she would squeeze the life from this bitch
that had dared to attack her. Just a little bit
longer, and it would be all over ...

Feeling herself losing consciousness, Bea rammed the
heel of her hand up under Lori's chin, again and
again, alternating hands, stunning Lori, until Lori's
fingers finally lost their hold and detached from
Bea's throat. Bea then reached up to clamp her own
hands about Lori's hanging breasts, and Lori reached
down to respond in kind, prompting a dirge of wails
from the two lovely combatants. They were stalemated,
with Lori having leverage, until Bea shifted hard to
the left and rolled on top of Lori. Bea squeezed
Lori's left breast viciously with her right hand
before lowering her head and biting down on that
breast as hard as she could, nearly engulfing the soft
mound in her greedy, eager mouth as Lori cried out in
agony.

She chomped down on Lori's boob like a piece of ripe
fruit, Bea also now sinking her fingers into the
tender flesh of her enemy's ass to provide greater
leverage for her attack. Lori shrieked as she
suffered, trying to pull free by pulling hard on her
enemy's hair. Getting nowhere fast with her hair pull,
Lori then gripped Bea's breasts harder and squeezed as
hard as she could until Bea herself was crying out in
pain. Seizing the moment, Lori karate-chopped Bea on
the side of the neck and rolled the stunned Bea off of
her before regaining her bare feet, Lori's left breast
aching and bearing teeth marks.

Lori looked down, trying to catch her breath, and then
felt herself being grabbed by the hair and yanked
forward to face Bea. Without warning Lori backhanded
her foe across the cheek, refusing to give in, but a
furious Bea then blasted Lori across the face with a
left hook, followed by a right cross, and then another
left, slamming Lori backwards and into the wall.

Lori sobbed slightly, blood dripping from her mouth,
but next thing she knew she was being grabbed around
the waist and hoisted in the air. She felt arms
wrapping about her body and fists knotting in the
small of her back, followed by intense pressure as Bea
began crushing her in a classic textbook bearhug.

Lori's arms splayed out helplessly to the sides as Bea
intensified her vise-like hold, squeezing the life
from Lori while bouncing Lori up and down on her toes.
Lori moaned as she felt her spine snapping under the
relentless pressure, she saw Bea's eyes ablaze and her
white teeth firmly clenched as Bea funneled every
ounce of effort into her strong arms. Feeling the
fight draining from her, Lori began to push under
Bea's chin with both hands, trying to push out of her
foe's grasp. But Bea only reared back and lifted Lori
even higher into the air, even off her feet for an
instant, before slamming Lori back down painfully onto
the soles of her bare feet.

Frantic now, Lori decided to circumvent the immediate
problem by giving Bea something else to concentrate
on. Her left hand clamped over Bea's mouth, while her
right hand pinched Bea's nostrils shut to complete a
perfect smother hold. Bea's eyes grew even wider as
she struggled to breathe and found no air coming in.
She squeezed Lori even harder, further damaging Lori's
back, but the other woman's soft hands held fast.
Frantic herself now, Bea released Lori from her arms
and seized Lori by the wrists, but then Lori rammed
her knee up into Bea's crotch. She whimpered and
whined, but her cries were muffled by Lori's
suffocating hands. Desperate to escape as the room
began to swirl around her from lack of oxygen, Bea
pulled and tugged like mad, using up her much of her
air in the process, until finally she wrenched free
and threw Lori backwards. Bea gasped for breath,
breasts heaving and falling as she sucked in sweet
lungfuls of air.

But Lori came forward and again drove her knee up into
Bea's crotch, dropping her to her knees as she covered
up in pain. Lori dropped to her own knees and screamed
before seizing Bea by the throat with both hands,
almost knocking them both down to the floor. Bea
grabbed Lori by the wrists as she was knocked
backwards, and began coughing hoarsely as Lori's
thumbs again pressed deep into her windpipe. Lori then
began driving Bea back further, trying to force her
enemy down onto her back again where she could
straddle Bea and this time finish her in a cruel,
lingering fashion. Grunts and groans emitted from both
fighters as they strained against each other, one
woman determined to escape, the other determined to
strangle her enemy lifeless.

Bea managed to push back with all her strength, as
they faced each other on their knees; but still those
terrible hands tightened about her neck with each
passing second, with spittle starting to appear at the
corners of Bea's mouth. In a desperate gambit, Bea
balled up her right fist and slammed it into straight
into Lori's throat, before striking likewise with her
left. The hands again fell away as Lori clutched her
own throat, choking and sputtering from Bea's attack.

Bea recovered as quickly as she could, then got to her
feet and dragged the choking Lori up by her wet hair.
Lori felt herself being shaken, and then cried out as
Bea again squeezed her in a breath-taking nude
bearhug. Lori's arms flailed wildly at her sides as
Bea constricted her enemy even more and began to cave
in her ribs. Lori emitted one last scream before
pounding away madly with her fists at Bea's
collarbones. Bea shrieked at this new onslaught, but
then snapped her head forward to bash her skull
against Lori's nose, stunning the other battler and
ending her escape attempt.

Bea then continued squeezing Lori for all she was
worth, arms winding tighter and tighter as Lori moaned
in agony, until suddenly Bea dropped her foe almost
two feet down so that Lori's face was level with Bea's
heaving bust. Like lightning, Bea then seized Lori by
the back of the head and plunged her victim face-first
into her breasts, fully intent on suffocating her like
she had in fights past. Lori bucked and squirmed in
Bea's arms, but Bea's held her fast, soft flesh
filling Lori's breathing passages and smothering the
life from her. Lori bucked wildly and brought her
fingers into the fray, but it was far too late. She
struggled briefly as she scratched at Bea's chest, her
resistance growing feebler and feebler as her oxygen
was cut off, until finally she was still.

Bea held her victim upright for a few more moments, to
make sure she was really out cold, before dropping the
unconscious Lori onto the wet shower floor in a
curled-up fetal ball of broken, bloody flesh. Bea
showered and toweled herself off, and smiled as she
left an unconscious Lori lying there, in full nude
splendor under the still-running showerheads ...

END