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Kirsty Gallagher, the incredibly hot brunette television presenter fought to keep back the tears. She had just split up with her long time boyfriend and it hurt her like hell. Damn, it wasn’t fair, why couldn’t she get the right man? She was tired of getting it wrong, she swore to herself there and then that when she found who she thought was the right man for her nothing and no-one would stop her getting him.

Louise Redknapp, meanwhile, couldn’t have been happier. After years of trying she and her darling husband, Jamie, had just had their first child and the English Rose was enjoying her role as a wife and mother for a while rather than the sexy pop singer image she usually projected.

Who could have guessed that with in a month these two sexy ladies would be locked in a vicious, hair pulling catfight trying to scratch the others eyes out?

It all began at a Sports Dinner which Kirsty was scheduled to compere. She had felt like pulling out but eventually decided the show had to go on and, indeed, she had ended up having a really good night. There had been a lot of celebrities and sportsmen there and after her duties were over she had joined them for a few drinks and even found herself flirting with some of the guys (and there were plenty of young studs who were prepared to have a crack at Kirsty, she had a stunning, athletic figure, big breasts and a classically beautiful face). But no-one really impressed her or grabbed her attention and she was ready to leave when she fell in with a couple of footballers. They were interesting and smart and handsome and Kirsty immediately enjoyed herself more than in ages. On of the guys, Jamie Redknapp, was very good looking, well spoken and seemed genuinely interested in speaking to her. He was married, Kirsty knew that so nothing could ever come of it, but as the night wore on and she had a couple more drinks she couldn’t fight the attraction to him. She managed not to make a play for him or let him see how she felt but even so she had still arranged to have a round of golf with him in the coming week (both were enthusiastic golfers).

That night, frigging herself to a gushing climax in her bed, Kirsty determined that life hadn’t been fair to her so why should it be for anyone else. She had seen the man she wanted to have and to be with. So what if he was married? She wasn’t about to let that stop her, plenty married men had cheated before, Jamie would as well, and more, yes Kirsty was determined to have him.

She called him a couple of times that week before the game, ostentatiously to arrange the game but she managed to get him into long conversations about all sorts of things. Jamie was oblivious to Kirsty’s intentions but Louise, despite being distracted by her growing child was developing a bad feeling about this girl and though she tried not to influence her husband was concerned about her.

The round of golf was a lot of fun and Kirsty took every opportunity to get up close and personal with Jamie. How could he not appreciate that? Well he did up to a point but after one too many touches he realised that Kirsty had more than friendship on her mind and tried to politely keep her at arms length. But Kirsty wasn’t defeated and over their tea she made another pass at him, her foot finding the inside of his thigh and massaging him. Oh how close her came to succumbing to her charms but somehow he survived and made it out of there without letting himself down. He wrestled about whether to tell his wife but in the end their union was too close, their marriage too deep for him to have any secrets and he admitted what Kirsty had tried to a furious Louise that very evening.

Louise outwardly gave the impression to her husband that she had forgotten about it and let it go, she would say or do nothing to keep him happy but when Jamie headed off that Saturday morning for a week tour with his club she had altogether different ideas. She left her child with her mother and got in her sports car and headed over to the address she had got for where Kirsty lived. She intended to confront the bitch and tell her exactly what she thought of her and to make sure she never thought about trying to steal her husband again. Driving too fast through country lanes, her usually beautiful, soft face set hard with determination her mobile phone rang.

She answered on hands free sharply to be greeted by her friend Cat Deeley asking her how she was.

It would have been easy for Louise to lie but Cat was a good friend and Louise spilled the whole story over the phone, including that she was heading over there to sort this out.

“Don’t Lou, you’ll only cause more trouble. I’ve worked with Kirsty before on shows and she is really not worth the effort. She might come across nice on TV but she can be a real bitch off it and won’t listen to you. She’s tough as well, just leave….”

Cat was cut off in full flow, Louise didn’t need to hear that. She was determined and wouldn’t be put off. No one messed with her man!

Meanwhile, a mere few miles ahead of Louise’s speeding car, Kirsty reclined on a flowery lounger in her spacious garden. This was her day off and she was enjoying the sun, clad only in an incredible black, tiny, two piece bikini that struggled to contain her weighty breasts. It wouldn’t matter because after a short while she would lose the top and bathe topless for a while. After all, her house was secluded in the countryside with nobody near it in any direction and out here on the grass was well hidden by walls. She had the place to herself for the weekend as she contemplated her life and what she would do for a man. Maybe she should make another try for Jamie, get a few more drinks inside him then seduce him. She was sure he couldn’t hold out on her again. No red blooded man could. She pushed her designer sunglasses further up her nose, took a sip from a glass of chilled orange juice (with a large jug of it on a garden table by her side) and settled back on her lounger to listen to the rock music from her radio.

She never heard the car come to a halt on her driveway, she never heard Louise slam it’s door and storm up to the door and ring it’s bell repeatedly to no answer before banging with her fist on it. She could have given up but as she moved to her car she heard the faint strains of music coming from the back of the house and she let herself in the side gate and then was the dark hair of Kirsty lying over the back edge of the cushioned seat. She spoke Kirsty’s name (fighting the temptation to shout “Slut!”) but it was evident Kirsty could not hear her. But Louise wasn’t thinking rationally as she approached the sun bathing beauty, she convinced herself that the harlot was ignoring her and more then that she was mocking her with her glistening, sleek body stretched out in the sun. With those thoughts in her mind Louise made it to the table without Kirsty hearing her and she picked up the full jug of orange juice and ice and calmly tipped it up all over the near sleeping brunette.

It was like being hit by an electric current to Kirsty and she sprang up, got he legs tangled in the chair and fell over onto her face on the grass. Her expensive glasses fell down and she heard then crack as they got jammed under the table. Somehow she managed to scramble clear, still tingling as the ice cold juice ran under the bra (super hardening her big nipples) and ran under her bikini bottoms. She looked up to see Louise Redknapp standing over her, a huge smile on her face at Kirsty’s misadventures on the ground, dressed in a light grey trouser suit with matching jacket and a white blouse. She was dressed to impress her superiority to this bimbo and as she stood over her she took the chance to address Kirsty.

“That’s for trying to steal my husband you tramp! You fucking whore! If you come near him again I’ll rip your fucking eyes out bitch! Got it?”

Kirsty had kind of guessed why she would be there and guessed she had a point but right then she was still reeling from the shock of the attack and the rough crash so rather than try to discuss it or make excuses as to her behaviour, finding her discarded glass under her hand she grabbed it and threw it at Louise’s face. Louise saw it coming and dodged to the side but that gave Kirsty time to make it to her bare feet and she hurled herself into Louise and the two of them locked onto each other and they both went over in a grapple on the grass.

Kirsty was the taller, heavier and more muscular of the two but they were pretty useless when they were rolling about on the grass. Each grabbing the other’s wrist and trying to get their fingernails at the other’s face. This would be no athletic contest, Louise may have been a fairly placid woman but her blood was boiling and all she wanted was to hurt Kirsty. The ground was on a slight slope and as they rolled over in their death grip they finally rolled into a rose border, which was a real bad break for Kirsty as her exposed, bare back crashed right into the thorny stems of the pretty coloured roses in their summer beds. Kirsty squealed as she felt two or three of the sharp thorns puncture her back and instinctively released her hold of Louise’s hands. Which was a big mistake as Louise raked her right fingernails right across Kirsty’s face, then drew back and viciously slapped the same cheek before Kirsty could even think of covering up

Louise didn’t let up, the red mist had descended over her eyes and she smelled blood and was going for it. She wrapped her fingers into Kirsty’s usually immaculate dark hair and wrenched her to her feet, tearing her body from the rose thorns and hearing a satisfying noise as a small clump of hair came away in her hand but enough remained to pull Kirsty to her feet before Louise. Louise showed no sympathy as she screwed up her face and spat in Kirsty’s, showing her disdain for her rival, then stamped her heels nastily down onto both of Kirsty’s bare feet and pushed her backwards, trying to clutch her damaged feet, into the dangerous rose border once again.

This time even more thorns found Kirsty’s body and she lay in agony in the earth as they dug into her, everything seemed to go in slow motion to her as she heard the radio still playing in the background and felt the sun beat down on her prone, injured body. She realised that her assailant was walking around the border to probably once again lift her by the head but just as she felt Louise’s fingers once again pull at her hair her own fingers fastened onto a stone in the border and as Louise pulled her up again, more thorns tearing at her back and sides, she swung the hand with the stone in it and connected with Louise’s jaw and only just managed to keep her balance enough not to fall back into the border as she watched the shocked look on Louise’s face as she flew backwards herself, landing in a damp patch on the lawn right under the sprinkler system.

The sprinkler had been on all morning and it was a particularly muddy, wet patch that Louise fell back into. Fortunately, the stone blow had only glanced off Louise’s face, enough to knock her off her feet and send her reeling. Trying to shake off the effects of the punch, Louise rolled onto her front and on hands and knees tried to get up. She never made it though, as Kirsty had ignored the various aches and pains over her body and leapt on Louise’s back, landing with both knees right in Louise’s back and forcing her face and front right into the wet grass. Kirsty pushed Louise’s face into the muddy ground and rubbed it in as she cursed her out.

“You fucking cunt Louise! Who the fuck do you think you are coming round here and attacking me. You. Fucking. Dumb. Bitch. (Each word interspersed with Kirsty bouncing Louise’s face into the ground). What Jamie sees in soppy dog like you know I don’t know, especially when he can have a real woman like me.”

Kirsty got up enough to tear Louise’s jacket top unceremoniously from her flailing body and chucked it in the rose border. Feeling her own sore feet she made sure to take off Louise’s shoes and toss them high over the garden wall so they couldn’t damage her any more. Louise wearily tried to rise again and through mud encrusted eyes saw the Amazonian figure of Kirsty head up the garden and reach for a hose pipe, unable to move quick enough to do anything, Louise could only stay there and feel the full flow of an icy blast of water as Kirsty turned the hose on her opponent and it blasted into her, knocking the air from her lungs. Her clothes quickly became saturated and the ground even muddier as Kirsty got closer and closer and hosed the smaller woman unmercifully. When she finally turned the hose off Louise slumped back against a wall and Kirsty wasted no time rushing in and slamming a hard punch right into her gut. Her hand hooked between two of the buttons on Louise’s blouse and when she pulled away the sodden garment easily came away from Louise’s body and left her in her white bra.

Kirsty was starting to enjoy herself now actually, kicking this bitch’s ass was fun. Leaving her crawling pathetically on a small stone path behind the rose border Kirsty headed across the lawn and retrieved a nine iron from the golf bag she had out to maybe practise with later that afternoon. She strolled back towards Louise and easily sat on her back and hooked the steel shaft of the golf club under Louise’s chin and, holding both sides of the club pulled back choking the light brown haired slut out. Louise felt her head get lighter and lighter and could almost cry that she had been defeated so easily. Lucky for her Kirsty was so confident that she had already beaten Louise that she released her hold and stood before her, taunting her.

“You’re fucking pathetic slut. Fucking pathetic! I’m gonna….”

She never got to finish her threat as once she had stepped off Louise her foot had landed between a loop in the hose pipe she had discarded earlier. Kirsty didn’t notice, but lifting her battered face, Louise did and as Kirsty swore at her Louise grabbed the hose and tugged it as hard as she could. It couldn’t have worked better. The hose wrapped itself around Kirsty’s ankle and as Louise kept pulling it sent Kirsty flying backwards into a thick heap of stinging nettles at the edge of the unkempt garden. Dressed in just her skimpy bikini the landing was never going to be nice and it was only seconds later that she felt the first of a lot of stings across her back and ass. She hurried to her feet and fled the nettles but Louise had recovered enough to get up, coil the hose in a loop and hook it over Kirsty’s neck and tighten it, returning the favour of choking her.

Louise was that bit shorter than her opponent so as Kirsty reeled somewhat, Louise leapt up onto her back and tightened the wet, rubber hose around her neck and hooked her trousered legs around Kirsty’s taut mid section in a leg scissor type move. But Louise struggled to get a proper hold on her back, her sodden trousers were slipping from her waist and she felt them slid down her legs, distracted by this she never realised that Kirsty was snaking a hand around her and into the crotch of Louise’s wet panties until it was too late. With her face beetroot red from the choke Kirsty stabbed her sharp fingernails towards Louise’s cunt and struck pay dirt hooking them onto Louise’s pussy lips and pincering them with a vicious zeal.

Instantly hit by this sharp pain, Louise released her grip on the hose and tumbled to the grass, pressing her hands to her hurt pussy. Kirsty, groggily cast aside the hose from around her neck, picked up the golf club, hooked it neatly between Louise’s legs and with a determined heave brought it swiftly up smashing into Louise’s damaged sex. Louise howled at this new agony and could not bring her hands up from protecting her crotch to even block a series of hard slaps to her face as Kirsty straddled her. In that position and with her enemy distracted Kirsty found it simple to roll down Louise’s white bra and expose her perfect tits. Not perfect for long as Kirsty set to work with her razor sharp claws, scratching them mercilessly and twisting her nipples with an unnatural vigour. By trying to protect her injured pussy when Kirsty had sat on her , Louise’s arms were trapped under Kirsty’s powerful thighs and she was helpless as the athletic brunette got her wind back and rained damage down on Louise’s exposed breasts.

Kirsty tormented her tits for at least five minutes with no respite, her nails reducing Louise’s breasts to a raw red scratched mess with several scratches visible and mixed these attacks with fierce punches to the breast flesh , already bringing a bruise to both tits. By now Louise was crying and semi- pleading for a release but looking up at Kirsty she saw no semblance of mercy in her dark features. Desperation over took her, there seemed to be no escape until Kirsty shifted her weight slightly atop her and somehow Louise managed to wriggle her fingers free and get them under her for Kirsty’s descent . From there it was relatively simple to sneak them into Kirsty’s bikini bottoms and with a grunt of effort she willed her fingers forward and like a crabs pincers fixed her nails into Kirsty’s pussy lips. And as Kirsty suddenly halted her attack and tried to roll off Louise just squeezed her fingers harder and held on for grim death.

As tears blurred her vision and her chest throbbed in pain Louise relentlessly held on, ignoring Kirsty’s swipes with her arms, then her rolling about to try and escape and indeed as their bodies rolled in the mud Louise was able to wrap her legs around Kirsty’s stomach from the side. This time she locked her ankles and as Kirsty squealed like a pig Louise just poured more and more pressure into the two fingers she was nipping Kirsty’s cunt with. She strained her own thighs to squeeze Kirsty’s stomach and create pressure there and , making sure her own damaged breasts were just out of reach, she sent over swipes with her free hand that tore at the black top of her opponent and eventually tore the bikini top off and revealed Kirsty’s magnificent tits.

Louise couldn’t quite believe how quickly she had turned her predicament around but didn’t care as she tightened her hand and leg grip on her fading opponent. But her tits still felt like they were on fire and she wanted revenge, feeling that Kirsty had plenty to occupy her Louise leaned closer and attached her free right hand on Kirsty’s left nipple and began to pull on it as hard as she could, as if trying to pull it clear from Kirsty’s pain wracked body.

The only thing that Kirsty had left to use was her free left hand and briefly seeing her chance with Louise bent forward to torture her tit, Kirsty used it to punch the singer right in her face. It stung Louise but had little power and Louise just leaned a bit further back (Kirsty’s nipple still in her grasp) and avoided the following three swipes of the fist. But as her hands fell to her side, nearly defeated Kirsty felt the hose nozzle at her fingertips. She grasped it with whatever energy she could muster and, with all this hidden behind her side so Louise could not see, Kirsty flicked the nozzle to allow a full force blast and mad e a supreme effort to roll in the leg scissors to get just close enough to jam the nozzle into Louise’s surprised mouth. Kirsty released the hose and watched as the blast of cold water flew out of the nozzle and rammed into Louise’s mouth.

It happened so fast that Louise was totally unprepared and as the harsh blast of water smashed into her she had to release her hands and legs to try and escape the blast. She did that and finally managed to desperately pull the blasting hose from her mouth, but she had swallowed a lot of water and could do little but lie on the grass and cough up mouthfuls of water and try to catch the breath that had been so ruthlessly smashed from her. Kirsty, meanwhile, rubbed at her wounded cunt and nipple and tried to get her breath back as well, feeling the ill effects of the leg scissors. But who could recover first? Both knew they had to or they would be in a severely compromised position in the fight.

It was Kirsty! As Louise continue to flounder like a grounded fish, coughing up tap water, Kirsty ignore her pain a nd forced herself to her feet and stormed over to Louise, flipped her onto her back , looked deep into Louise’s pleading eyes, gave her a spiteful middle finger salute and stamped her heel down right onto Louise’s cunt. A dull, sick pain spread through Louise’s stomach that only got worse as a vengeful Kirsty stamped down ten more times on the easy target, each stamp harder than the last until it actually hurt Kirsty’s foot delivering them. Then she held the legs further apart and leaped up to smash her knee onto the same severely damaged target.

In a daze of pain and defeat Louise could only curl up into a ball for protection. It wasn’t especially successful as Kirsty easily slid off Louise’s white panties and threw them away and feeling the stinging on her own back knew what her next move would be. She wrenched Louise to her feet by her usually immaculate mousy brown hair and frog marched her back to the end of the garden. She allowed Louise to look up and see what awaited her before flinging her face first and stark naked into the stinging nettle patch she had fallen in earlier.

Through a fog of pain that seemed to dull her senses Louise gamely scrambled to her feet to escape the nettles (while being stung all the time) but as she stumbled from the patch her fight seemed done as Kirsty swung the wooden handle of a rake connecting on the side of Louise’s face and sending her flying down. She was unconscious before she even hit the grass.

Some time later, Louise slowly started to come round. She ached all over her body. It felt like she had just gone through a combine harvester twelve times. She was lying on the lawn, staring right up into the blazing hot sun overhead. The heat and a thumping headache made her want to just close her eyelids but she knew something wasn’t right. Her mind came into focus gradually and as it did she remembered where she was and why and made to get up. Her body reacted but as she tried to get up she didn’t go anywhere. She pushed again, her legs and arms straining but still nothing. For a brief instant she had the horrible though that she was in some way paralysed and panicked. It took her a few moments to realise that her naked, beaten body was in fact tightly pinned to the wet lawn.

In actual fact as soon as Louise had hit the ground, Kirsty had wasted no time in dragging her adversary to the middle of the lawn, spreading her limbs out wide and getting her croquet hoops from the shed. She then hammered them in hard over Louise’s motionless neck, arms and legs effectively pinning her to the ground. With no leverage and severely weakened Louise was totally unable to shift the hoops. Then a dark shadow passed over her, blocking out the light.

She squinted up to look into the harsh features of Kirsty, she was still topless and her large breasts hung freely while all she wore was the small black bikini bottoms.

“Had a good sleep cunt? As you can see I took precautions to ensure you wouldn’t try to attack me again.”

“Uurgh! Let me up you Bitch!”

“Ha! Tough talk but what are you going to do about it Lou? You came in here and attacked me from behind, totally unprovoked, maybe I should call the police, I’m sure they and the tabloid papers would be interested in your attack on me. Aaw, what’s the matter are all those nettle stings itching you, I bet you just wish you could scratch them eh? “

Louise screwed up her face, she was anxious not to beg this bitch to release her but she was right, she desperately needed to free her hands to at least try and sooth the harsh rashes that were irritating her.

“Uuurgh! OK, please let me up. Please.”

Kirsty just smiled, turned away to get a cool glass of juice and enjoyed Louise’s discomfort, eventually she addressed her again.

“Tell you what, seeing you’ve been so bad if you kiss my ass then I’ll free a hand, give you some relief while I work out what to do with you.”

Through tears Louise could only nod her assent and pray for the humiliation to be over, but it wasn’t. First Kirsty produced six spring loaded clothes pegs, placed one on each of Louise’s nipples and two on either side of her pussy lips. Fighting this new pain Louise could only grit her teeth and look up as Kirsty pulled off her bikini bottoms, cast them aside and lowered her round backside onto Louise’s face. Seconds later Louise was being smothered and puckered her lips and kissing Kirsty’s ass a sign on defeat and humiliation. And then, without warning Kirsty went flying forward, off Louise’s face and a second later she looked up into the worried face of her friend Cat Deeley.

Cat had been concerned for her friend as soon as she had heard her voice on the phone that morning. So much so that she had cancelled her appointment for that morning and found out where Kirsty lived and sped over there. She had done so in an attempt to stop Louise doing anything stupid or that she might regret. But getting no answer form Kirsty’s front door and making the same journey around the house that her friend had made earlier she was confronted by the very real spectacle that Louise was in a lot of trouble. Being a loyal and good friend Cat’s first instinct was to get Kirsty (the spiteful bitch must have started it) off of Louise so she charged across the lawn and shoulder charged the brunette off of her friends face (my god she had been sitting on Louise’s face!).

Cat immediately forgot about Kirsty and looked deep into her friends injured face and couldn’t help but gasp and hold her hand to her mouth in shock.

“Oh my god Lou , what has she done to you?”

Cat was taken aback for a few moments and didn’t react to the situation but soon snapped out of her inertia and set about trying prise out the hoops that held her friend so tightly to the ground. Damn they were tightly wedged into the earth! Dressed in a white T-shirt and blue jeans Cat got on her knees to get a better hold and began trying to wrench at them. But before she had even moved one Kirsty had got to her feet and sprinting like the athlete she was she sprang at cat’s unprotected back and jumped on it, hooking her arm around Cat’s neck from behind and wrapping her strong thighs around Cat’s lithe body and squeezing with all the strength left in her body.

Which was considerable as Cat was feeling as her ribs were brutally constricted and her windpipe came under a great pressure. She staggered to her feet which was a mistake as Kirsty was deceptively heavy compared to Cat’s own body weight and that just served to put the squeeze further on her. She instinctively flung her head back wards and managed to score a direct hit when her skull caught Kirsty bang on her nose and there was a satisfying crunching noise. Kirsty immediately released her hold and slipped to the grass on her naked ass and she flung her hands to her face and felt the damage, horrified to find a flow of blood coming from her nose.

Cat was also feeling at her sore areas, specifically she rubbed at her throat, trying to coax more air into her lungs. With her eyes watering at the pain she turned to see her attacker and realised that Kirsty must be insane and had beaten Louise up and obviously wanted to do the same to her. Cat saw red, she had grown up on the hard streets of Birmingham and had been in a few scraps before scoring her big ticket to fame. Instinct taking over she walked over to the still recovering brunette and kicked her hard in the ribs. It was unlucky that Cat only had canvas trainers on, if she had been wearing shoes of any kind she probably could have finished the dispute there and then. As it was Kirsty desperately covered up with her arms and managed to absorb many of the blows without too much damage.

Cat’s kicks were without real direction but she was sure that she had subdued the Scottish bitch when she peered down at her and it was a real shock when Kirsty’s foot shot up athletically and connected right into Cat’s crotch. Cat doubled over and Kirsty forced herself to her feet and delivered a vicious uppercut right onto Cat’s chin. Cat staggered and reeled and Kirsty wasted no time in hooking her fingernails into Cat’s long hair and tugging nastily at it and tearing strands out.

Sharp zaps of pain ran through her scalp and she felt totally disorientated as Kirsty moved to spin her foe around by her hair before letting go and watching with satisfaction as the smaller girl flew across the grass and crashed into the side of a small wall.

Ignoring the pain but enraged by the blood still trickling from her nose Kirsty stormed over behind Cat and hauled her to her feet before her and delivered a head butt of her own, connecting flush on the bridge of Cat’s perfect little nose.

“See how you like it cunt!” spat Kirsty.

This blow was even harder than Cat’s and her noise seemed to be flattened and Cat felt the pain flood through her face. Kirsty realised her advantage and also that she was at a disadvantage being stark naked while Cat was fully clothed and she started ripping the casual clothes from Cat’s body. Her shirt and bra came away easily and Kirsty managed to drag the jeans off leaving Cat in just her white panties, draped over the wall. It was too inviting a target and Kirsty hurriedly undid the belt from the trousers, doubled it over and whipped it across Cat’s backside five times. Cat raised her bloody face to try and halt this carnage but Kirsty was ready and looped the belt and put it over Cat’s neck and began to choke her with it, aiding the process by planting a foot firmly in Cat’s back to increase the pressure.

Kirsty pulled back with all her might, making the leather belt taut between her hands and Cat’s neck. Cat pawed at her neck trying to loosen the tight squeeze that was on her neck but could get little purchase. Cat started turning a deep shade of red in her face which mixed well with the blood coming from her smashed nose, she was fading and knew it. But what saved her was nothing she did, it was Kirsty who released the choke of her own accord. Not because she feared going to far, no, those white panties that were all that was left on Cat were like a red rag to a bull for the demented brunette and she released her choke to rip them from Cat’s limp body.

All sense of civility and humanity had disappeared from these rabid women. They were like wild animals, it was survival of the fittest between these two British celebrities and it was only going to get worse. Cat was dazed for the moment and struggling to recover so Kirsty got atop her chest and delivered a stinging series of slaps and punches to Cat’s already damaged pretty face. Cat had just enough about herself to block some of the blows and hook her fingers up and into Kirsty’s long hair and start pulling at it. This prompted Kirsty to do the same and seconds later the two of them were tumbling on the grass pulling wildly at each other’s hair. But Kirsty had too much for Cat and finished this brawl by getting the mount position and banging the back of Cat’s head on the grass several times before getting up and dropping a knee right onto cat’s chest.

“I think you should have a trip to the nettles, just like your stupid friend” growled Kirsty, lifting Cat unceremoniously by her hair and dragging her toward the ominous patch of stinging nettles.

But they never made it. Instead as Kirsty dragged her foe she never noticed Cat grab the discarded rake as she went past it and somehow she managed to position it between Kirsty’s legs and spring it quickly up between her legs with a lot of force. Kirsty stopped in her track, let go of Cat and felt for her injured pussy. Cat saw her chance and made it to her feet, grabbed Kirsty and propelled her to the left and right through a glass panel in the big greenhouse of the garden.

The serenity of that English country afternoon was shattered by the smashing of glass as Kirsty flew head first through it, landing in a mess of glass and tomato and cucumber plants on the hard concrete floor inside the glass house. Disorientated and dazed Kirsty somehow made it up to her hands and knees and felt with horror a cut across her forehead which was leaking blood. Knowing that she may be on the verge of gassing out she urged her battered body on to get up and crawled to the door, totally unaware of where Cat was. Cat had used the time to regain some wind and had positioned herself by the side of the door, she was on Kirsty’s blind side and as the sliding door was pushed to the side by Kirsty’s attempted exit she bided her time perfectly, waited until Kirsty was half way through and slid the door on the rail as hard as she could into Kirsty’s unsuspecting body.

The blow staggered Kirsty and she fell to the ground and Cat took advantage by wedging Kirsty’s head in the doorway and ramming the door onto it a number of times. Cat spied a metal watering can by the side of the greenhouse and picked it up with every intention of slamming it on Kirsty’s forehead. She would have as well but as she had it held overhead just lining the shot up Kirsty desperately threw up the handful of spilt earth she had managed to gather in her hand, up and straight into Cat’s eyes. It connected perfectly, the earth hitting Cat’s eyeballs and blinding her, she swung the watering can anyway but missed and as she overbalanced Kirsty dug deep into her reserves of determination and clamped her nails onto Cat’s pubic hair and ripped out a clump of hair to a squeal from Cat. She then attached the nails on her right hand right onto Cat’s cunt and scratched and twisted it while her left hand fount one of Cat’s nipples and did likewise there.

Cat dropped the can and fell weakly onto her back and could not find the strength to fight back as she felt paralysed by this excruciating pain. Kirsty just poured it on, tormenting these most sensitive of areas on Cat’s body, even finding time to look up and see Louise looking over forlornly, still pinned to the lawn, as her friend effectively lost her battle. Kirsty kept the pressure up for a further five minutes, during which time Cat’s body and mind shut down and blacked out, leaving her motionless on the grass.

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When Cat came to she was dangling by the wrists from Kirsty’s washing line, almost directly over the prone form of Louise. Cat too had clothes pegs attached to her nipples and pussy lips and again Kirsty stood before them (this time dressed in jeans and a shirt). Kirsty had a horse’s riding crop in her hand and just to make sure Cat was paying attention she cracked it off Cat’s peachy ass.

“Listen up sluts! You want to leave here with your hides then you’ll do exactly what I say. Cat, I’m going to release you and Louise and I want the two of you to get down to some hot lesbian action on the lawn while I film it. Thinking of jumping me? I wouldn’t (with that Kirsty walked to her house, slid open a French window and out came her pet dog, Stinger, a Doberman Pincher) because if you do one word from me will see Stinger here, take you apart much better than I ever could”.

Neither Louise not Cat had it in them to stand up to this and it was with great glee that Kirsty Gallacher filmed the batter and bruised Cat Deeley and Louise Redknapp licking out each others pussy’s and asses before being sent on their way, still naked in their cars with Kirsty’s warning that if either told of this the tape would be on the internet within seconds.

They wouldn’t tell but they would both brood over their defeat and plan a revenge attack…….

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