Kathleen
awoke an hour later, naked and flat on her back - and with a
splitting
headache. She rose to her shapely ass and rubbed her aching head.
Jennifer
was sitting across the way at a chair near the window, still without
a
stitch of clothing on, her bare feet propped up on a table. She had
obviously
showered since their fight, as her hair was still somewhat wet. She
folded
her arms across her breast as Kathleen stirred.
"Aw,
geez," croaked Kathleen hoarsely, "what did you do to me?"
'Heck,
what do you think? Jennifer queried. She flexed her hands in front of
her, as
if she were strangling an unseen opponent. "Choke, choke," she
giggled.
Kathleen
sneered at her rival. "You bitch."
"Yeah
- but I'm the bitch who won, baby," replied the redhead
"This
time."
"Yup
- but don't worry, hon we've got all weekend for you to try and get
even.
If you can."
"I
will," asserted the brunette, "Tomorrow. Now I just want a shower,
some
aspirin
and sleep."
Getting
up off the bed, her body covered in dried sweat, Kathleen shuffled
into
the shower, washed herself off, and gulped down two generic white pills
with
some water. When she returned to the rest of the room, Jennifer was
already
in bed. They had decided on just one bed for their weekend retreat -
it was
not only cheaper, but made a better ring than tying two single beds
together.
Kathleen climbed in beside the redhead, turned so that she was
facing
away from Jennifer, and closed the light.
In the
morning they rose early to get some breakfast, and to allow
housekeeping
the chance to clean up the room. No point in hanging the "do not
disturb"
sign on the door until Sunday. Management might wonder what the hell
was
going on in there - an orgy or drugs or something. If they only knew ...
They
knew they would have to keep it down tonight - no screaming, no yelling,
no
banging against walls or doors or the floor. To get thrown out for
freeform
catfighting in a motel room would be embarrassing, even if they
didn't
know anybody out here. Worse if the cops got called.
After
they ate, they went shopping for a while, just like any other women.
Unlike
other women, though, they liked to fight and choke other females,
especially
each other. They originally thought they would spend every minute
in the
motel, but decided against it so they didn't get stir crazy. Besides,
some
time away would make them all the more eager to combat later, as if to
say
"hurry up and let's get back and do what we really want to do."
They
soon decided fight only once that day, rather than all day - and make
that
one the best possible one they could, rather than a bunch of little
nothing
struggles. They returned to the room and lay by the indoor pool for a
while
in metallic bikinis, Jennifer in silver, Kathleen in gold, soaking up
some
sun and some light sleep. By late afternoon, they were ready.
Back in
the room, they undid their swimsuits and stood toe-to-toe between the
bed and
the dresser, facing one another. They stared straight into each other
eyes,
sizing each other up, Jennifer coolly confident, Kathleen a touch
anxious
and determined not to lose again.
"See
you when you wake up again." Jennifer teased.
"You
wish." Kathleen replied.
They
waited a few seconds more; then without a word they latched on to each
other's
breasts and began squeezing.
They
gritted their teeth, both women determined not to cry out, but their
mutual
assault hurt. A lot. Flesh rose and fell between their fingers as they
tried
to get the best possible hold on each other's tits. Their foreheads
pressed
together as they mauled one another, and their face-off was only
broken
when Jennifer pulled her head back and snapped it forward to crash
into
Kathleen's nose.
Kathleen
pulled away to run her hand over her injury - it hurt, but nothing
was
broken. She glared at her smirking rival, then rushed her. Jennifer was
ready,
but could do nothing as Kathleen wrapped her arms around the redhead's
upper
body, pinning Jennifer's arms to her sides. Kathleen then began to
bearhug
her foe, their breasts squashing together as the brunette squeezed
her
victim like a vise.
Both
girls grunted and groaned as they strained against one another, Kathleen
thinking
that escape was impossible from this hold. Then she made the mistake
of
drawing her head back, and gasped in shock as she felt Jennifer's teeth
sinking
into her throat. She slacked her hold and tried to pry Jennifer's
jaws
loose with her hands, but was terrified she'd only rip her own windpipe
out if
the redhead refused to let go. Switching tactics, Kathleen reached
down
and stuffed two of her fingers up into Jennifer's twat and deep inside
the
redhead. That did it. Jennifer pulled her teeth loose to deal with her
new
problem, and then freed her womanhood when she slapped Kathleen across
the
face. They glared daggers at each other, as if to say "how the hell could
you do
that?" but then they both knew their struggles were no holds barred.
Always
had been.
Pissed
off now, they grabbed each other by the face and tumbled sideways onto
the
bed. There they rolled and wrestled, fingers groping lips and chins and
noses
while clawing at eyes. Kathleen rolled hard to the right and got
herself
on top of Jennifer, only to feel the sickening sensation of the
redhead's
hands sliding downwards to grip her throat. Fingers squeezed about
the
brunette's windpipe as Kathleen once again marveled how Jennifer could
choke
her so hard from such a powerless body position. Gasping for air as the
self-assured
redhead grinned wickedly below, Kathleen rammed the heel of her
hand
underneath Jennifer's chin, then yanked the dazed redhead's hands off of
her
neck. Seizing Jennifer underneath the armpits, Kathleen pulled the
redhead
up before hip-tossing her onto the floor on her back.
Before
Jennifer could prop herself up on her elbows, Kathleen was upon her,
grasping
her foe by the ankles and lifting the redhead's legs high into the
air.
Dragging Jennifer forward, Kathleen spun the redhead over, the
brunette's
hands still gripping the other girl's ankles, before she sat down
and
punished her rival in a Boston Crab. Kathleen poured on the pressure,
rearing
back to really sock it to Jennifer, as the redhead groaned. But
Kathleen
again made the mistake of getting too close, and when she tilted her
head
back she felt hands reaching up and over it to lock below her chin and
pull.
She thought she had been taking control of the match; now Kathleen
found
herself trapped in a hangman hold and was getting the worst of things.
She
released the Crab and flailed the air with her hands, trying to pull
free,
but Jennifer had wriggled out from under the brunette and rising to her
feet,
still hanging her struggling victim behind her as she planted her naked
soles
firmly on the carpet. She jacked up her hands, lifting the suffering
brunette
onto her toes, then relaxed her arms to rest before starting up
again.
Then she felt hands crossing down and interlocking beneath her own
chin,
and now she was trapped in the same hold, the hunter now becoming the
hunted
as well.
The two
women strained and flexed and yanked for the next few moments,
pulling
at each other's chins and spines, but knew they both couldn't
continue
like this. This was no way to win, not where they were concerned. A
moment
later and they both relaxed their holds long enough for them to fall
free on
their faces.
They
fell foot to foot, and both women rolled over to attack each other with
those
pretty feet. Kathleen pressed the ball of her left foot over Jennifer's
mouth,
her toes pinching the redhead's nostrils closed - but Jennifer
one-upped
her. Hooking her right foot behind Kathleen's neck, Jennifer pulled
the
brunette's head forward with that foot before pressing her left foot hard
against
Kathleen's throat to complete a spectacular foot choke, the first
ever
administered in one of their fights. Both women suffered for the next
few
minutes, denying each other of breath by using their bare feet instead of
their
bare hands. Jennifer escaped by grabbing the brunette's foot with both
hands
and biting down hard on the sole. Kathleen had no such recourse,
though,
and the pain was evident on her face as she felt Jennifer's toes
digging
into her windpipe. The redhead roared with delight, snarling like a
lioness
as she put it to her opponent, the brunette fading fast. Kathleen
clutched
feebly at her foe's feet even as they choked the life from her, the
redhead's
shapely feet exerting tremendous pressure on the brunette's
tortured
neck, a force more powerful than the flame-haired beauty could
generate
with her strangling hands. Jennifer slammed Kathleen's head against
the
sides of the bed as she worked her toes deeper into the soft flesh of her
foe's
exposed throat, feet accomplishing what hands could not ... until
Kathleen
grabbed Jennifer's big toe and wrenched it back so violently that
Jennifer
had to cover her own mouth lest her screams reverberate throughout
the
small motel. She rolled over in sheer agony, kneading and rubbing her
wounded
digit, as Kathleen slumped against the bed and rubbed her raw throat,
coaxing
air back into her trachea and into her lungs.
They
remained as such a while longer, licking their wounds, until Kathleen
tried
to clamber to the bathroom on her hands and knees. She had almost made
it when
she felt a weight on her back, and hands wrapping around her face
from
behind to cover her nose and mouth. The redhead was trying to suffocate
her,
and Kathleen was in a bad position to defend herself. She pried at
Jennifer's
fingers, but the seals remained airtight. She could taste the
bitter,
acrid, sweaty flesh of her foe's hands as she tried in vain to suck
air
into her covered breathing passages.
"Mmmph,"
was all the brunette could mutter.
"Don't
breathe" whispered Jennifer in a soft voice. "Don't breathe. Just
pass
out."
Kathleen
refused to do that. Determined to beat this bitch even though she
had
been battered, and now couldn't breathe, she tapped hidden vestiges of
strength
and pushed off with her knees to begin rising off the floor, the
redhead
still on her back, hands still plastered over her face. Steeling
herself
for a last-ditch effort, Kathleen reached up and behind her head to
grab
Jennifer by the hair with both hands; then she vaulted forward,
catapulting
the redhead over her and onto her back, her smotherholds
eliminated.
Jennifer
quickly recovered, though, spinning around to face Kathleen as they
both
rose to their bare feet. They made a grab for each other's hair, each
getting
a good grip on the other's locks, but it was Jennifer who pulled
Kathleen
headfirst to the right so that the brunette struck her head against
the
bathroom door frame. The brunette's grip weakened on her opponent's hair,
and
Jennifer was quick to press her advantage. Forcing Kathleen into the
lavatory,
the redhead slammed the brunette's forehead against the sink, all
but
taking the fight out of her.
"I'm
getting tired of this, Kathleen," voiced Jennifer as she closed the
bathroom
door behind her and locked it, sealing them both in the small room
where
the final scenes of the fight would be played out. "I’m going to put an
end to
things for tonight." She grabbed Kathleen by the hair again and yanked
her
upwards; then the redhead felt flesh against her face as the valiant
brunette
backhanded her foe across the cheek, refusing to go quietly. A
mistake.
"Ooooo,
you!!!" squealed Jennifer, her face a mask of rage. Without warning
she
blasted Kathleen across the face with a left hook, followed by a right
cross,
and then another left, slamming the brunette back against the door. A
dazed
Kathleen was only vaguely aware of Jennifer rushing her with hands
outstretched,
but by then it was too late. Once more the redhead's grasping
fingers
got hold of the brunette's vulnerable white throat and began
squeezing
mercilessly, the fire-tressed female determined to choke the life
from
the dark-haired girl.
Jennifer
began throttling Kathleen as the brunette grabbed the redhead by the
wrists
and tried to pull free; but her attacker's grip was like steel.
Jennifer's
blue eyes blazed and her white teeth were gritted as she funneled
all
energy into her thin arms, the redhead's thumbs pressing down hard on the
brunette's
windpipe while her other fingers crushed the back of Kathleen's
neck. The
victim's face was a portrait of agony, eyes shut tight and lips
pursed,
and she whimpered softly as she felt her life running out in the
redhead's
cruel hands.
She
also heard the redhead taunting her. Almost like cackling - like the
witch
she was.
"Your
throat feels so good in my hands, Kathleen," admitted the red-haired
siren
as she maintained her murderous grip. "It always has. Oh, I could do
this
all night. I could spend the rest of my life choking you ... and choking
you ...
clenching my hands around your neck ... gripping and squeezing ...
watching
you struggle to breathe."
Jennifer
then tightened her hold, her knuckles turning white as Kathleen's
face
began to turn red. Rising up on the balls of her naked feet, Jennifer
pushed
forward and poured all her strength into strangling Kathleen, the
redhead's
arms braced up against the brunette's chest as she got right in her
face.
"Air
... no air," gasped Kathleen from deep inside tortured lungs. "God
... I
can't
... breathe ..."
"Small
wonder," joked Jennifer, as jolly as ever. And why not? She was
winning
- again.
"Give
in," offered the gleeful redhead as she brushed the tip of her nose
against
the brunette's, like some jungle predator nuzzling its helpless
herbivore
prey just before the kill. "Give in, and it won't hurt so much.
You'll
just go to sleep."
Still
Kathleen scratched and clawed and her antagonist's wrists and hands,
desperate
to survive, but weakening all the while.
Jennifer
frowned as she maintained her hold. "Fine. I offered you the easy
way
out. Now you pay the price."
Licking
her red lips, the redhead began to crush Kathleen's throat in her
hands.
"I'm going to squeeze the breath from you, once and for all." She
didn't
mean it, of course - she knew she would never find another superlative
catfighting
partner like Kathleen, and she wasn't ready to let her go ever -
but she
didn't mind scaring her a little. Putting the fear of me into her,
Jennifer
thought humorously to herself.
Kathleen's
brown eyes bugged out and she wanted to scream, but she knew it
was
impossible. Her tongue was hanging out now and she just wanted to hold on
as long
as she could before the end. She felt she would surely go down in the
next few
moments, and indeed was preparing herself for the sweet embrace of
unconsciousness,
when Jennifer said something stupid.
"And
the redhead goes up 4-2 in the series," laughed Jennifer as she held on
for the
finish. Or so she thought.
Just as
Jennifer prepared to wring out the last of Kathleen's consciousness,
she saw
the brunette pooling all her strength into her right arm, her whole
side
shaking, before she fired a punch that buried itself deep into the
redhead's
trachea. Jennifer gagged in pain and released one hand to assuage
her
wounded throat, and then felt new pain as Kathleen grabbed that arm and
twisted
it behind the redhead's back, the brunette pulling Jennifer's other
hand
away from her throat in the process. She punished her rival in this
hammerlock
move for the next few minutes, wrenching the redhead's arm and
elbow
up in agony every time the redhead tried to wrench free.
"Let
go of me you whore!" cursed the redhead, enraged at herself for letting
a
surefire victory slip away.
"Uh-uh,"
muttered Kathleen. "You had your chance." The brunette took her
time,
sucking in life-giving air and recovering from her latest ordeal.
Finally,
her strength and energy almost fully returned, Kathleen draped her
other
arm around Jennifer's neck and began to choke her in a headlock. To add
salt to
the wound, she bit down on Jennifer's left earlobe, not hard enough
to draw
blood, but firm enough to let the redhead know she wasn't kidding
with
her.
"Fucking
bitch!" Jennifer swore as Kathleen's teeth sank into her soft skin.
The
redhead was at a total disadvantage now, one arm trapped behind her, the
other
one unable to pry Kathleen's arm away from her neck. And still she spat
insults.
"I
should have choked your lights out when I had the chance! Your life was in
my
hands!"
Kathleen
then released her bite to spit out, "And now yours is gonna be in
mine,
bitch!" She forced the redhead down to the smooth tiled floor, and
pushing
forward, wrestled her over the edge of the bathtub and down inside
it.
Still keeping Jennifer's arm wrenched behind her, Kathleen reached out
with
her right hand and turned on the faucet full blast (warm water, of
course)
before pulling up the shower plunger and bringing a cascade of clear
aqua
down upon the two naked combatants.
Rolling
Jennifer over onto her back, Kathleen snarled, "Now we fight," before
dropping
down on her opponent and wrapping her in a frontal headlock,
Kathleen
on top of Jennifer, their heads side-by-side. They grunted and
groaned
as they strained against one another, wet flesh pressing together and
full
breasts squashing together as they fought woman-to-woman. Jennifer
wrapped
her arms around Kathleen's head, trying to squeeze it like a melon,
as
Kathleen tightened her two-armed noose about the redhead's neck. They
punished
each other like this for the next few minutes until it became clear
that
the brunette was winning handedly, especially when she banged the
redhead's
skull against the white porcelain surface several times, scrambling
her
already scattered brains, and softening her struggles.
Jennifer
tried to wrap her legs around Kathleen's waist and squeeze the
brunette
to death, but Kathleen knocked the redhead's knees painfully against
opposite
sides of the tub to dissuade her of that notion. Draping her left
arm
around the back of Jennifer's shoulders and neck, Kathleen clutched
Jennifer's
left breast from its bottom up in her right hand before lowering
her
head and engulfing as much of it as she could in her eager mouth, teeth
pressing
down hard. Jennifer tried to cry out, but Kathleen clamped her free
hand
over the redhead's pretty mouth to stifle her. At the same time,
Kathleen
also reached back with one of her long legs and brushed the drain
plunger
with her toes, causing the tub to fill up with water.
Finally
the brunette rose to her knees and stared down at the redhead, as the
waters
began to rise from beneath and over the two women as well as wash down
on them
from above. Pinned underneath her aggressor, Jennifer began to panic
as the
water began to lap the sides of her pretty face, rising relentlessly
towards
her breathing passages. The brunette sneered as she looked down at
her
frantic foe, then prepped herself for the finale.
"Now
I finish you."
Greedy,
eager hands latched onto an unprotected throat and squeezed as
Kathleen
began to strangle Jennifer senseless. She worked her hands like a
garrote,
pulling Jennifer's head up only to plunge it back beneath the
surface
again. Up and down, up and down, until the redhead began to look like
a very
pretty yet very drowned rat. Spinning her prey sideways and over the
edge of
the tub, so that Jennifer's head touched the tile floor, Kathleen
choked
the life from her foe even as Jennifer squeezed her attacker's waist
in a
leg scissors, ankles locked high above the floor. She also groped wildly
at the
brunette's face, hands grabbling over Kathleen's nose, mouth and eyes
as Jennifer
tried to fight her way free. Both of them were soaked to the skin
as the
waters pounded them , yet their only concentration was on each other.
"No
way .. unnhh ... baby," mouthed Kathleen as Jennifer clawed her mouth.
Undaunted
if uncomfortable, she tightened her hands about Jennifer's throat,
trying
to do to her what the redhead had almost done to her minutes ago
against
the door. Now all the leverage and advantage was on Kathleen's side,
and she
knew it was only a matter of time before this fight ended in her
favor.
"Gugghh
..." gurgled Jennifer from below, spittle running down the sides of
her
mouth. "Guhhh ... auggh ...".
"Choke,
bitch," Kathleen cursed from above. "Choke! Choke!"
Jennifer
grabbed frantically at Kathleen's wrists and hands, but by then she
knew
she was only postponing the inevitable. Kathleen then braced the soles
of her
bare feet against the far wall of the shower and pushed hard, sending
both
women sliding out of the tub and across the bathroom floor. Kathleen
remained
on top, flattening herself against her foe as the redhead's legs
fell to
a prone position alongside the brunette. The dark-haired beauty
stretched
wide with her legs and grapevined the redhead, preventing any
possible
flight, then teased her soon-to-be-beaten foe.
"Nighty-night,
Jenni!" squeaked Kathleen with delight as her fingers curled
wickedly
about the other woman's throat for one final choke.
"Fuck
... " Jennifer frowned weakly despite her agony, then yielded as the
brunette
finally choked out the last of the redhead's consciousness.
Kathleen
maintained her grip for the next few minutes, determined to make
certain
this fight was over. She twisted Jennifer's head from side to side as
she
squeezed, the redhead completely motionless, arms fanned out to the
sides.
An aerial photographer would have produced a fantastic shot of a wet,
fully
nude brunette, her luscious ass, legs, and feet in full view, atop an
unconscious,
yet lovely, drenched redhead, her head corkscrewing left and
right
thanks to two soft hands squeezing mercilessly about her exposed
alabaster
throat.
Finally
satisfied that she had triumphed, Kathleen turned back to shut off
the
shower as water began to spill over the sides of the tub, then she pulled
the
plunger up so it would empty. Standing up, the soaking wet brunette
rubbed
her bare wet foot over Jennifer's face, toes groping the redhead's
nose
and lips, before placing her sole upon the redhead's breasts and
striking
an erotic victory pose, her hands running through her long dark wet
curls,
her teeth and eyes dazzling, her firm breasts in full glorious view.
"Kathleen
ties the score at three, and the crowd goes wild!" she cooed.
END