Claire versus Rachel by Striker

After the superb fight between Kay and Emma, in which Emma, the 25 year old brunette beauty, had been subjected to a brutal initiation into the female fight scene, I was eager to plan the next fight.

I had Rachel drooling over my video of the Emma fight, just desperate to have a similar opportunity to fight this stunning young woman.

Kay had phoned me on a number of occasions wanting either a rematch with Emma, or to fight the equally beautiful blonde Sharon .

Neither of them were yet aware of Claire.

Picture a young Cindy Crawford with darker hair, and gravity defying natural D cup breasts. If you visited our head office in London you would see her at reception, usually wearing a skin tight little black dress. Claire is a 23 year old beauty with not only a centrefold body, but a dazzlingly pretty face, and the most deliciously smooth flawless skin you will ever see. As she has just returned from holiday in the Caribbean she is even more stunning than usual, sporting a sensational golden tan.

I did a bad thing. I went through Claire's holiday photos and “borrowed” several of the ones she had taken out of the packet and put in her drawer. These showed her topless, some on the beach, some taken in the apartment she had shared with her female friend. I copied all of the photos, and took them home to scan into my computer.

I showed the photos to both Kay and Rachel, who each reacted the same way, offering to fight Claire wherever I liked with or without a fee.

I was not surprised. All I had to do was get Claire to agree. It is surprising what money will do. She demanded more than Emma, but for £2000 she agreed to fight any woman of my choice for up to one hour, with a promise of strict confidentiality. It was not until later that I learned that Claire was desperate for money to pay off debts incurred by her younger sister, and that some very dubious characters were threatening her. This gave Claire a very good reason to put her untested body on the line.

Time flew by and the anticipation grew. Claire would fight in my basement gym as Emma had before, and was to wear a black string bikini of my selection. There were no rules to the fight, other than it would be split into rounds, and a one hour time limit was imposed.

The night of the fight arrived, and right on cue Rachel arrived in her big 4 by 4 Jeep. The powerful amazon changed into her fairly conservative fight attire and began to warm up, using my heavy bag and weights equipment.

Twenty minutes later Claire arrived in her MGF, wearing expensive designer gym gear. I took her into a separate room to change and prepare.

I left Claire to prepare and returned to check the lighting in the fight pit. This time I had position posts in each corner together with attachments which could be used to secure an opponent.

I had also left the heavy bag up to be used as in the Emma fight, and had placed attachments on the wall, to allow the binding of an opponent's wrists. This would allow an opponent to pummel her victim two fisted while preventing the secured female from falling to the floor under the onslaught.

In her changing room Claire stripped out of her gym gear and donned the thong bikini. The 23 year old had a 10 out of 10 body made all the more mouth watering by her golden tan.

Claire was perfectly prepared for this fight. Her hair and make up were immaculate, displaying her natural look and wild long dark hair. She had been beautifully manicured as well, her nails were painted, both toes and fingers, and her perfect body was simply mouth watering as it glistened with oil in the black thong bikini.

The 23 year old beauty walked out into the fight area wide eyed and innocent, and then the reality of what Claire was up against hit her. She saw Rachel in the opposite corner staring at her.

“And I thought Emma was hot……wow!….where did you find this one. She is even better!”

Claire blushed under Rachel's gaze, aware that she was being looked up and down. This was a big tough looking woman. She noticed Rachel's tattoos.

I called for the attention of the fighters and counted down from five. The one hour timer began.

“OK girls, Rachel versus Claire. You have one hour from now!”

Round One:

Leering openly Rachel reached out for Claire. Refusing to be overawed by the physique of her opponent, and showing real attitude, the 23 year old refused to back away and allowed Rachel to grab her upper arms, while she took hold of the bigger woman's wrists. I saw those strong fingers close around each of Claire's slender upper arms, squeezing hard into the toned muscle with a grip of iron. Rachel lifted Claire slightly, pulling her up onto her toes. Claire's head tipped back and her eyes closed. Her parted lips let out a reluctant squeal as her upper arms were squeezed. Her own grip on Rachel's wrists failed, and Rachel was able to shake the gorgeous receptionist by her arms causing her luscious breasts to jiggle like two firmly moulded jellies within the flimsy black bikini top.

“Mmmmm…….look at that! You are so hot girl……and I got a whole hour with you.”

“Get off me you dyke!” yelled Claire struggling vigorously. The 23 year old was not overawed by Rachel, and managed to raise her knee up and jab it into the older woman's thigh.

“Yaow!” gasped Rachel leaving go of Claire and hopping away.

Her eyes blazing Rachel turned on Claire and lashed a right cross into her model face causing the receptionist to stagger back mouth open wide. Following up Rachel stung Claire with a jab to the cheek, then caused her to cry out as she chopped the side of her hand into the girl's slender neck through her long black hair.

Claire instinctively raised her guard to protect her pretty face from more punishment, but not before Rachel had smashed two further crosses into it, opening up a cut high on her left cheek, and splitting her luscious lower lip as it was mashed against her perfect white teeth. The blows left Claire groggy and opened her up nicely. Rachel stepped in to her and went to work close in, sending short punishing hooks into the slender receptionist's bikini clad body. I watched as Rachel sought out Claire's oiled tummy for special attention, and heard the thuds as her clenched fists smacked into Claire's stomach meat, and the groans and gasps from the sexy 23 year old as she was punched. Try as she might to defend herself Claire could not prevent Rachel's fists from finding their targets. I was spellbound as I saw the large straw haired amazon hammer a series of punches into the receptionist's glistening body between the two parts of her string bikini, ripping her fists hard into the beautifully toned flesh. She gradually beat Claire back until the receptionist's back was flat against a post. Rachel hit Claire twice more in her exposed belly. It was like hitting a slab of meat against a wall.

Moving her feet slightly Rachel opened her shoulders and began to punch Claire's body against the solid immovable post, fists thudding into the unblemished oiled flesh.

“Do you like this babe?” Rachel spat through clenched teeth as another punch drove into Claire's gorgeous body.

“I'm not done yet bitch!” replied Claire bravely, managing to block a couple of punches with her arms.

Rachel snorted in derision and smashed a punch low into Claire's abdomen just an inch or so above the top of her thong. The blow really hurt Claire, and she could not prevent herself from crumpling forward into Rachel's arms crying in pain. Rachel took her by her hair and dragged the bikini clad beauty from the pit and over to the wall. Positioning the receptionist with her back flat against the wall, Rachel began hammering her fists into the 23 year old's stomach. Claire mewled in pain as she was beaten, but somehow managed to stay on her feet. It may have been better for her to have fallen to the mat and maybe benefited from a few moments respite, but she glumly stayed upright with her back braced against the wall. A hard right handed punch smashed into the left side of her ribcage, a left followed into her weakening belly. Claire reached up automatically to grasp the two leather straps I had positioned on the wall, and Rachel eagerly took the opportunity to slip the thongs around her young opponent's wrists to secure the beautiful girl.

With no let up in the intensity the bigger woman coolly began to pump her fists into the receptionist's body. I watched as the fists worked over the pretty brunette's torso, pummelling the girl's ribs, belly, abdomen, and slowly but surely moving to the breasts. The sounds Claire was making as she was being body punched were so sexy. She moaned softly, then mewled as a fist smacked into one of the cups of her bikini, then gasped loudly and gave out a long orgasmic groan after a flurry of punches beat into her oiled stomach.

Claire's stunning body was being systematically softened up, and what fun it was to watch. The big ex rower's muscles working in her back and shoulders as she smashed her big fists into that young centrefold body. Our receptionist was certainly one of prettiest sexiest girls I had ever seen, and I relished seeing this brutal sadist working her over.

“Oh babe am I hurting you?”

Rachel delivered a gut wrenching right hook into Claire's navel, then a solid left full into the half melon mound of breast meat inside the scrap of black satin that was its only protection.

“UUUUUuuuuuuugh…..” Claire moaned, her head lolling forward

“Mmmmmmm you have amazing firm breasts babe. I'm going to really enjoy softening them up, but first that gorgeous little flat tummy of yours”

Straw hair whirled and again that muscular right arm drove forward burying its fist deep in Claire's oiled tummy with a wet “Smack”.

“Uuugh” groaned Claire, now just suspended by her slender arms, back arched against the wall. She looked gorgeous in that skimpy black bikini. All shapely leg, tiny waist and large firm round breasts, the perfect female.

Rachel took her time, allowing herself the pleasure of savouring the effect of her punches on Claire.

When Claire's taut young body was still again, Rachel sank another punch into the waspish waist and almost drooled in pleasure as the sensations of fist smacking against bare tummy skin flooded over her.

The big woman's eyes were wide open, fixed on the receptionists sexy bare tummy.

“God you are good to punch” Rachel gasped, licking her lips as she drew back her arm once more.

The punches continued to smack into Claire's unprotected tummy splattering droplets of oil from the sexy little navel, knuckles working on the smooth skin and taut light muscle. The fists, almost a third the width of Claire's waspish 22 inch waist, were threatening to break the centrefold body in two.

For a girl with such gorgeous shapely legs and ass, and such toned upper body and arms Claire had an unusually small waist giving her a real “playmate” look. Her narrow waist flared out below into the swell of her superb hips and luscious thighs, while above it flared into the perfect ribcage and toned shoulders and arms, and those astonishing gravity defying D cup breasts. The tummy itself was beautifully sculpted, with the sexiest of navels in its centre. Her delicious nipped in waist and sculpted tummy offered a perfect target for any woman wanting to seriously weaken Claire.

With Claire's tummy bared and glistening with oil Rachel concentrated on methodically working it over with both fists, continuing to smack punches into the sexiest stomach she had ever seen until the bell rang for the end of round one. She left the young receptionist gagging and sobbing softly, tears streaming down her pretty face. This was worse than she had ever imagined. She had thought that maybe she could at least hold her own, but this brute was so strong and powerful. She felt helpless.

Reluctantly pulling back Rachel allowed me to move forward and untie Claire. She moaned softly, eyes closed, as I took her in my arms and half carried her to her corner where I sat her on the edge of the oil pit. With Rachel standing watching showing no signs of tiredness at all, I doused Claire with water, washing some of the blood from her face, and causing her to stir. She opened her eyes and smiled weakly.

“How am I doing?” she asked softly. I wanted to kiss those succulent lips.

“You are still in there girl, and just think of the £2,000!”

The idea of the leather restraints had been a good one. The sight of Claire helplessly suspended by her wrists in that thong bikini was so arousing. Then to see this brute of a woman concentrate on softening up the receptionist's mouth watering little tummy, beating Claire's smooth tanned stomach greedily with both fists, took arousal to new heights.

Claire was clearly out of her depth fighting Rachel, but I was not about to discourage her. She was rubbing her weakened tummy slowly so I took the opportunity to pour some more oil on her, liberally applying it to her thighs, tummy, shoulders and the tops of her breasts. I could hear her breathing more easily now, and it was evident from her superb condition and toning that it would require a lot more effort from Rachel to destroy Claire, if indeed that was to be the outcome. With relish I rang the bell for the second round.

Round 2:

Claire took a deep breath and slowly raised herself to her feet turning to face the bigger woman. Rachel had already covered the distance across the pit eager to continue where she left off. Claire's eyes grew wide in horror as she saw the first punch scything in towards her ribs. Rachel's muscular arms and shoulders began to work again propelling her fists into the smooth curves of the receptionist's body. Elbows drew back and then shot forward as Rachel's arms hammered punches into Claire's body. The young receptionist gasped and staggered, her body jerking and dancing to Rachel's tune. Unable to escape from her own corner, pinned against the post, Claire was subjected to a barrage of body punches which left her mewling in pain. Again and again Rachel's fists thudded into the meat of Claire's tummy, and smacked hungrily up into the half melons of firm breast meat. The sounds mingled with Claire's pitiful cries of hurt. The scrap of bikini top was taking a hammering, and slowly but surely began to rip and shred as the fists pounded into it, testing the solidity of the enclosed breasts.

Just as it seemed that the bikini top must burst apart under the onslaught Rachel decided on new tactics, hauling Claire from the corner by her hair, and throwing her bodily across the pit.

I saw the look of resignation on Claire's face as she came to her knees in front of her powerful adversary, and tilted her face upwards, pleadingly. Rachel was growing stronger by the minute, relishing her dominance, and hungrily took a firm grip of Claire's hair holding the pretty upturned face steady. The free hand drew back, then lashed down and across the face, the knuckles mulching the full lips against perfect white teeth and dashing the pretty face to one side. The grip on the hair held the face in position for more punishment. Rachel drew her fist back again, took aim, and smashed it across the kneeling girl's face for a second time. This time it brought a spray of red mist from the receptionists succulent lips. I heard Claire's kitten like sobs and thought how sexy she looked kneeling, bikini clad, before such an amazon. Rachel hit the receptionist twice more across the mouth, each blow splattering a mixture of saliva and blood as the luscious lips burst.

The third blow was across the cheek and as Rachel had released her opponent's hair, it sent Claire skidding backwards in the oil. Gamely the pretty receptionist came to her hands and knees, her face dripping blood. She looked up to see where Rachel was, only to receive a brutal full blooded kick to the stomach which sent her rolling across the pit groaning and clutching at her waist.

Rachel lost little time in following up, slicing a kick across Claire's face as she tried to get up. Another spray of blood was evidence of the damage Rachel was inflicting.

Hauling a battered and barely conscious Claire to her feet, the vindictive amazon glared into the pretty blood smattered face. Wrenching Claire's head back by her hair she walked Claire over to the wall and proceeded to bind her wrists in the suspended leather thongs. I applauded Rachel, eagerly anticipating her next move on Claire. As for our pretty young receptionist. She was completely out of her depth. Rachel was simply pummelling her. Last week I had seen Claire strutting around the reception area in a tight fitting black dress, today I was seeing her in a thong bikini being given the beating of her life.

Rachel eagerly strung Claire up, drooling over that sleek torso and thrusting half melon breasts. She reached out and clasped a scrap of black bikini between the twin mounds of luscious breast, looking into Claire's terrified eyes.

“Want to show us what you've got babe?”

“No, please no,” begged Claire, desperate to protect her modesty.

“Too late!” Rachel hissed into her face, and tugged at the scrap of bikini top. It stretched a few centimetres until it met its limit, and then without further resistance it shredded apart, revealing Claire's full firm naked breasts. Eyes focused on Claire's jiggling half melons Rachel tossed the fragment of bikini aside and stood back in admiration of the perfection she had revealed. In the centre of each rubbery firm globe stood a proud brown nipple, surrounded by a circle of paler brown aureole. Oil had soaked through the material of the bikini and Claire's lightly tanned breasts glistened deliciously under the lights. The combination of pretty face, gorgeous breasts, sexy tummy and navel, and long shapely legs was hard to beat. Our receptionist was a real ten out of ten score for certain. Seeing her hanging there by her arms, her spirit broken, stripped down to just a tiny black thong, was a seriously arousing experience.

Rachel was sharing a similar experience I think, but she had the added pleasure of being able to feel this girl's body against her fists.

With Claire's exquisite body at her mercy, Rachel began to lash punch after unanswered punch into the receptionist's slick naked torso. The sounds of her fists smacking into bare skin and the brunette's cries, echoed around the room. Rachel's punches worked up and down Claire, thudding into her taut belly, smacking into each bare breast. She could feel the solidity of the receptionist's breasts as she concentrated on them for a while, lashing each beautiful breast from all angles with every type of punch in the book. Claire's rubbery firm breasts were repeatedly compressed against her ribcage by Rachel's cruel fists, then allowed to spring back into shape as the fist withdrew. The nipples were beaten deep into the breast meat again and again, then ground into the breasts even further as Rachel ground her knuckles into the sensitive turrets. Uppercuts smacked up into the lower curves of each breast, then hooks and crosses lashed each delicious naked breast. Rachel licked her lips, oblivious to Claire's screams, and worked the receptionist's breasts over with a vigour born of pure lust.

By the time the bell rang for the end of the round Claire was totally broken, and sobbing uncontrollably. She was trying to talk but couldn't. Her eyes were imploring. She had taken as much as she could and she wanted it to stop now. All thoughts of her money had been beaten from her. She could not endure any further beating from Rachel. Her head lolled forward, and she hung defenceless and helpless.

Rachel dragged up Claire's face by her damp straggly hair.

“Now that was fun babe.” She taunted the stunning young brunette.

As Rachel retired to take refreshment I undid Claire's bonds and carried her spent body to the relative security of her corner, where I splashed water over her face to revive her. Shaking the thong clad woman by the shoulders I managed to get her to stir. I allowed myself the indulgence of a few strokes and squeezes, soaking my tee shirt with oil as I held her against me. Our young receptionist had been beaten almost senseless, and was in no position to object to my fondling her body.

Round 3

When Rachel hauled Claire up to her feet for round 3, the young receptionist was barely able to stand. It was a testament to the tone and fitness of her supple young body that she was able to stay on her feet at all. As a contest it was all over. Claire's eyes were semi glazed, her head hung in sublimation and her slender arms hung uselessly at her sides. She had been reduced to nothing more than Rachel's plaything.

The straw haired woman taunted Claire, circling her slowly as she spoke, occasionally prodding a finger into that smooth oiled body. Claire did nothing, except give out soft gasps with each prod. Once, the finger pushed a nipple half an inch into he left breast and she squealed, crossing her arms in an instinctive attempt to protect her delicious boobs. Rachel laughed and easily brushed the less muscular arms away. Grabbing Claire at the back of her neck she marched the thong clad beauty over to the wall. There, she thrust the oiled upper body of the receptionist against the wall belly first, so that her breasts and belly slapped loudly against the hard surface. Drawing the girl back by her hair, Rachel drove her knee hard up into each cheek of Claire's taut ass, then smashed her face into the wall, bursting open the girls nose in a spray of red. Holding Claire's face against the wall, Rachel began to smash punches into her kidneys, her heavy fist thudding into the smooth silky skin of the receptionists tapered waist. With relish Rachel tore into Claire's body, driving her fist repeatedly into the glistening meat of the girl's naked back, hammering her knee into quivering thigh meat. Out on her feet, and gurgling in her own blood, Claire took an incredible amount of punishment. She would have fallen in a heap but Rachel had bound her once again to the wall, having first turned her to open up the belly and breasts.

Rachel's eyes glinted as she took up her well practiced boxers stance in front of the bound and helpless thong clad receptionist. Once again the room echoed to the sound of Rachel's fists thudding into Claire's stomach and breast meat mixed with the younger woman's pitiful cries of pain. The amazon could almost feel her fists driving through the wall of Claire's stomach muscle. She could almost believe that she could drive so far into Claire that she could feel the girl's spine. She brutalised Claire's flat tummy, crushing her organs, grinding her hard fist into her smooth skin, hurting Claire so much that her screams sounded more like those of an animal than a human.

Moving up that centrefold body Rachel ripped her fists into Claire's naked breasts, beating the solid mounds to pulp. Blood began to seep from Claire's battered nipples, as the heavy fists pounded and pummelled the bare breast meat. Rachel could feel her knuckles crushing the sensitive glands in each breast. She ground her fists into each breast making Claire scream in agony, her knuckles coming away smeared with Claire's blood.

Satisfied with her work so far, Rachel took a short pause, then curled a brutal full force punch into Claire's lower abdomen, only just above the top of her oil soaked thong. Deliberately she looked into Claire's glazed eyes as she drove the fist deep into the girl, through the smooth skin and into the womb, grinding her knuckles into the womb. I gasped aloud at the sight. Rachel hit Claire again in the same place, and the receptionist mewled in abject terror, her body wracked with unimaginable pain. Rachel allowed herself to slide a finger inside the top of Claire's thong and pull it down a little until the neatly trimmed hairs of Claire's groin were just visible. The amazon licked her lips, and slid the thong down further, easing it down Claire's sleek oiled thighs exposing her cunt. This was unbelievable.

Rachel was pursuing animal instincts now. She began to punch Claire's moist cunt, mulching the girl's sex lips under her knuckles, grinding Claire's sweet clitoris against her hard pubic bone. She brutally beat Claire. First the breasts, then the womb, and now her clitoris.

Not satisfied yet, having spent several minutes pummelling Claire's groin, Rachel turned to her face. Swinging freely Rachel battered Claire's pretty face, reducing it to a bloody mask. Globules of gore splattered over her own body as her fists opened up Claire, mulching sensuous lips, crushing her pretty nose, closing her big brown eyes. Claire hung, body twitching each time it was struck, her cries reduced to mere whimpers now. A massive uppercut jolted Claire's head back and blackness came at last.

When Claire next came too, she found she was on her back in the oil pit with Rachel squatting across her hips. The blows began to land on her naked oil soaked body. Rachel hammered the receptionist for a good fifteen minutes, punching down into flat tummy and full breasts until the time limit was met, and Claire had been reduced to a senseless humiliated wreck. Rachel dragged Claire's carcass across the pit to me, gloating over her prey. Those big brown eyes flickered open as Rachel jerked her head up by her hair and held her there. At least she had survived to earn her money and could pay off some of her debts, but she felt nauseous and numb. She knew that she would have to go through this all again, maybe more than once, to earn enough to get herself out of trouble.

“The winner of the fight is Rachel!” I announced, seriously aroused by what I had seen.

It was quite the most ruthless destruction of one woman by another woman that I had ever witnessed. Quite what Rachel did with Claire after I left I didn't see, except that I know she humped the beaten girl senseless. It was an experience of a lifetime for Rachel, and one she was extremely eager to repeat. I promised her I would do all I could to arrange a rematch as soon as Claire was fit enough.

My little femfight stable was really beginning to develop now, and I was keen to expand. Ideally I would retain the girls who had already performed with the promise of more money. Did I mention that a lottery win was responsible for my being able to turn fantasy into reality? Several meetings and telephone calls resulted in a new roster being drawn up, including a couple more “ten out of ten” bodies to my delight.

The new girls:

Alison Cable

A 25 year old curvaceous dark blonde with beautiful eyes and lips, absolutely gorgeous body, full firm 36D breasts, and a happy sunny personality.

Tara Ellis

A 24 year old raven haired beauty with smouldering brown eyes, slender toned body, gorgeous skin, and very firm 34C breasts. Tara is a little quiet and reserved but a real find.

Jane

A huge and it must be said fat brute of a woman, in total contrast to most of my other girls. Her 17 stone frame would make an interesting contrast to the 8 to 9 stone average of most of the girls chosen for their looks like Sharon, Claire, Alison etc. She was eager to fight for money, and promised to bring almost literally a new dimension to my fights. At 29 Jane is the eldest of my women.

The confirmed talent:

Sharon

The most stunning blonde I have ever seen. 5'6” of long tousled blonde hair, dazzling eyes, perfect toned body, tiny waist, full firm 36C breasts, and the sexiest ass imaginable. The ultimate babe. A kittenish sense of humour, and cat like grace set off this gorgeous 23 year old.

Kay

A tall powerfully muscled and athletic 26 year old with no scruples and a hunger for physical confrontation. The heaviest of my fighters, and with Rachel the most ruthless. Little sense of humour, and quick to anger.

Emma

A very pretty dark blonde 25 year old with such a bright open personality, beautiful clear blue eyes, luscious full lips, and a mouth watering slender body. 36C breasts jut firmly, above a gorgeous little waist and tummy.

Claire

A gorgeous 23 year old brunette with come to bed eyes, and a body to die for. Her full firm 36D breasts are sheer perfection. Humorous and eager to please this girl, like many of the others , could have pursued a career modelling in different circumstances. Far too pretty to fight.

Rachel

A tall straw haired angular featured athlete, this 27 year old loved to fight, and at 5'10” is the tallest of my fighters. A real fighters body with small firm breasts, rippled torso, and powerful shoulders. Shows no mercy, and has strong lesbian tendencies.