Lydia vs Lisa- The Catfight

The cold night air wrapped itself around Lisa’s lithe frame as she unlocked the door to the old warehouse and drew aside the door with a rattle. She breathed deeply, steadied herself with another slug of vodka from her hip flask and went inside.

Fluorescent tubes flickered into life, illuminating a scarred concrete floor- and at the centre, a crudely constructed wresting ring. Canvas stretched over packing crates, rough wooden posts at either corner and blue nylon rope tied between tem to mark off the boundaries. Crude, yes, but effective.

Jesus, it was cold. She threw another switch and the central heating thrummed into life. Lisa exhaled and leaned against the radiator, feeling the cold throbbing metal bite into the gooseflesh of her thighs. She shuddered, taking another nip of vodka, her nipples hardening both in response to the cold and at the thought of what was to come.

The rattle of the warehouse door made her jump. Her opponent looked her in the eyes, a contemptuous smile playing across her seductive features.

“On the sauce already? Save some for later- you’ll need it to deaden the pain.”

The two girls sized each other up. Lisa was the taller of the two, at 5`7”, slim and lithe with 34B breasts and a wonderfully taut, pert body honed by years of aerobics and sports. She had short, shoulder length red hair and was exceptionally pretty. Blonde Lydia, by contrast, stood a mere 5`4” and was considerably more buxom than her opponent, 34D breasts and a curvaceous body, with a face that exuded sensuality. Both girls were wearing denim cut offs and T-shirts, Lydia’s straining to hold her full breasts in- a desire to sexually intimidate her opponent deciding her against wearing a bra.

Why they were here? Well, now you’re asking. The dislike had evolved into hatred over the years, through primaries and comprehensives, each jealous and fearful of the other, the usual teenage concerns of sex and popularity fuelling the animosity. Tonight, after 22 years of each other and 14 years of mutual loathing, was the night to end the feud for good. The winner stayed- the loser, if she survived, disappeared. No rules. No ref. No restrictions. Last girl standing wins.

Lisa screwed the top back on her hip flask.

“Okay, bitch, are you just going to mouth off or am I going to get a chance to kick the crap out of your fat ass?”

Time to go. The two girls glared at each other, mutual hatred glinting in their eyes. They climbed into the makeshift ring, Lisa’s brown eyes never leaving Lydia’s blue ones.

A moment of anticipation. They both knew the score- Lisa had tried her hand at plenty of combat sports, whilst Lydia was the veteran of countless playground, and later nightclub, catfights.

The girls began to circle each other warily, Lydia beckoning her rival forth-. After a couple of rotations Lisa decided she may as well take the initiative, and lunged forward, claws outstretched.

No problem. The more experienced blonde ducked aside, kicking Lisa `s legs out from under her, and fell on her back, one hand masking the redhead beauty’s face, the other pulling her hair back viciously, hissing into her ear “Yeah, and now the fun starts, you stupid scrawny bitch.”. The sexy blonde smacked her opponents face off the canvas, stunning her (remember, this was stretched over wood) and turned her on her back, punching her on the bridge of the nose. Lisa gasped, her poise falling away from her, she’d never expected the match to turn this brutal this fast. The blow to her nose stunned her, tears sprang to her face and she reached up toward a nose she was sure was broken.

Never one to pass up a opportunity, Lydia smiled vengefully and smashed Lisa`s head against the unyielding wooden floor three times more before kneeing her viciously between the legs, causing her victim to double up in anguish.

Lisa convulsed, coughing, as her opponent pulled her up straight by the hair and let fly one in the gut, doubling her over again in agony.

“Fuck!” she gasped, now cold with fear and the realisation she was losing the fight. Deciding this was too easy, Lydia decided she was going to have a little fun here. She straightened up, stood back and pushed Lisa into the ropes. Lisa sagged, coughing, trying to stem the flow of blood from her nose, her poise and confidence completely shattered.

Looking up through a haze of pain she saw her hated enemy smirking at her. Right. She shook her head to clear it and advanced on the blonde, more cautiously this time, guard raised like a boxer. Lydia stood in the centre of the ring, beckoning her on.

Think, girl, think, thought Lisa desperately. Remember the stance- side on fists up, feint and punch. Trying valiantly to will the awful pain in her stomach and nose away, she attempted to square up to her opponent.

Lydia came on quickly, feinted for the face and went for the stomach again. Lisa went down on her knees, to be met with a chop onto the bridge of her nose again.

Literally blinded by pain and struggling to breathe, Lisa was helpless to stop her tormentor kicking her to the floor and hauling her crop top over her head- Lydia got the top just so it trapping her arms and face, and straddling her opponent, started to open hand slap her stomach, eliciting muffled cries of pain from Lisa.

Smiling she worked her way up to Lisa’s pert 34B breasts, now naked and exposed to the cold night air, the nipples erect in response to the elements and the adrenalin coursing through her system.

“This all you’ve got? Christ, no wonder you didn’t bother with a bra” sneered Lydia, and set to work, punching her opponents breasts till bruises started to form on them. Lisa could do nothing but shriek and sob impotently, as, unable to extract herself from her top nor buck her hated opponent off her, she had no alternative but to take the savage beating. As Lydia let fly with a double handed axe hammer to first her left, then her right, Lisa could only cry as she felt blood vessels begin to burst under the assault.

“Awww, doesn’t baby want to play any more?” taunted Lydia. “Now, we both know you’ve lost, but I’m not finished with you, no, I want some fun. Now-“, she grabbed Lisa’s nipples between her fingers, “-WAKE UP!” - and pulled with all her might.

Lisa screamed and screamed as her sensitive nipples were stretched to breaking point between her foe’s nails, shrieking in agony and the fear of permanent damage to her once proud chest. Lydia was surprised- Lisa’s nipples, if you pulled hard enough, could be stretched to over two inches in length

“Hmmmm… I wonder what they taste like” she murmured into Lisa’s ear.

“Please, please, no, I give in, I’ll do anything”

”What? Sorry, Lis, a just can’t quite make that out.. I guess I’ll have to keep going until I get a surrender”

Lisa could only utter an incomprehensible bellow as Lydia bit down onto her abused nipples, ripping and gnawing and tearing for a full five minutes, until suddenly getting up off her opponent.

“Come on, bitch, get up, I want to see you fight”.

What the fuck- Lisa couldn’t follow what was going on. She could barely stand, she certainly couldn’t fight. But here was Lydia, pulling off her own top as well as Lisa’s, and helping her over to her corner.

“Wha…”

“We haven’t finished yet. “

She walked over to Lisa, pulling her into the centre of the ring and pressing their chests together, Lydia’s D cups overwhelming Lisa’s ravaged B cups. Reaching up, she pulled Lisa’s head to her.

“You have no idea how much I’m going to hurt you, do you?”

“Please.. no more.. I give, I’ll leave, you win, I-“

“Oh no. You’re not getting away that easily. You’re going to pay for every breath you took in my presence, every moment I wasted thinking about you, every one of those dumbass little jerks I had to waste my time stealing off you and every time anyone looked at you when they should have looked at me.. by the end of this fight, if you can still talk, you’ll beg me to kill you.”

Lisa went cold with terror. She couldn’t hope to fight this hellcat, and if the broken nose, blackened tits and bloody, swollen nipples weren’t enough, this was just the start.

Lydia went suddenly aggressive, shoving her hard in the chest. Lisa staggered back crying out, her arms going instinctively to protect her aching, battered assets. Lydia dove on her, ramming her fingers into Lisa’s eyes and beating on her pussy.

With Lisa effectively blinded for the time being, Lydia yanked down the denim hot pants Lisa was wearing, and dove on the soft cotton panties beneath. With her left hand she yanked the panties down to Lisa’s knees and rammed her right straight up into Lisa’s femininity, scratching and clawing and the walls of Lisa’s cunt.

Lisa’s shrieks reached new heights and she flailed wildly from side to side, trying to get this demon off and away from her vagina. Lydia contemptuously slapped her down, and putting her face directly over Lisa’s, snarled “Guess what, cunt? You know what I’m going to do to you? You are never, ever going to have sex again. You are never going to have children. That’s how bad I’m going to hurt you. That’s why you’ll beg me to kill you. That’s why you’ll throw yourself under the first truck you see when you eventually walk out of here. I’m not going to kill you- you’re going to kill yourself because of what I’m doing to you.”

She stroked Lisa’s clitoris gently.

“Does that feel good?”

Lisa moaned.

Lydia began to caress her clit, stroke one of Lisa’s swollen nipples and kiss her on the mouth.

“Does that feel good, cunt”

Lisa moaned her assent again.

“Okay, now try this-“ and with that Lydia simultaneously bit down hard on Lisa’s clitoris and dug her nails deep into her labia, relishing the demented shrieks of pain and terror she was getting from her opponent.

“Does baby hurt?” Lydia was trying not to laugh.

Lisa, blinded from pain and Lydia’s fingers, was quite demented with pain, shrieking and gibbering. Lydia felt a warm, moist sensation on her fingers. Withdrawing them, she looked on Lisa with renewed disgust.

“You filthy little bitch. You filthy, shitty, worthless little bitch. You can’t do anything, can you? You haven’t landed a punch all night, the only way you can fight me is to- PISS ON ME? JESUS!”

Lisa was incomprehensible with sobbing as Lydia yanked off their remaining clothes and squatted over her opponent’s face screaming, “Well, have I got something to show YOU, CUNT!”

And sure enough, she had. Lydia opened up, warm, moist urine flowing from her all over Lisa`s crying face and body.

“DRINK IT! FUCKING DRINK IT, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!”

So she held Lisa’s nose until she had no option to open her mouth- and then released another load of urine into it. Unable to maintain breathing Lisa mercifully passed out. Lydia went for her cunt to wake her up but Lisa was too far removed to respond. After another quarter of an hour, Lydia decided enough was enough and put her clothes back on, walking off to find a nightclub where she could strut her stuff and leaving her opponent bleeding from her nose, her eyes, her nipples and from between her legs.

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Driving through town the next day, Dave was too preoccupied with avoiding the traffic and navigating the infernal one way system to expect pedestrians wandering onto the intersection at its busiest point. He certainly wasn’t prepared for the pretty young girl who, one minute she was on the sidewalk, the next, well…..