International Relations

By Fired Fighter

The magazine was a very popular one and making its cover was a huge deal for any model. It meant not only prestige and a world of future opportunities, but also a big paycheck and those were things that and both girls wanted real bad – so much so that they were prepared to do just about anything to get that cover. They were certainly prepared to fight each other for it – which, incidentally, was exactly what they had to do. The magazine’s owner, who always insisted on selecting his models himself, had been unable to choose between the two drop-dead gorgeous girls and, after a careful deliberation, had finally made a wise decision. A man with a long standing passion for catfights, he figured that he might as well use the opportunity to indulge in his passion and get his cover girl all at once. He met with both girls separately and explained it all exactly the way it was. The contract would be ready and waiting at his house. All either girl needed to do was turn up at the appointed time and sign it… if she could.

Both models immediately agreed to the proposition. In fact, they would’ve done this even without the contract as they were no strangers to each other and there certainly was no love lost between them. Very much like the owner, each girl saw a perfect double opportunity here: Kick the ass of a hated rival and get paid for it; it could hardly get any better than this.

Having arrived on time, the girls were now all ready for action, each one impatient to get her hands on her rival. The room they were in was more than big enough for the purpose and contained no furniture, save for the big armchair in which the host – a good-looking man in in his early forties – sat in anticipation of the fight. The rules had already been gone over and this process had not taken very long as there were to be no rules whatsoever – something that suited both girls just fine. They were to fight with all means at their disposal and the fight was to continue until one of them had submitted. That way there could be no doubt as to the winner.

They faced one another in the middle of the room each one clad only in her panties. The magazine whose cover they were vying for was known for its focus on well-endowed models and they were both more than answering that description. Both had fantastically-shaped bodies and superb breasts and each one had wanted to show off her assets in an effort to intimidate her rival and at the same time impress her potential employer.

And impressed the potential employer was as he looked upon the two gorgeous gladiatrixes who stood face to face, near-naked and ready to do battle. They were just that hot.

Kate, the twenty-one-year-old Brit, was a striking hazel-eyed brunette with an angelic face and the curvy figure of a Page 3 Girl (which she actually was). At 5’7” and around 130 pounds, her body looked both solid and strong and she carried it well, standing erect with her head high and her magnificent breasts thrust forward in a silent challenge to all potential rivals, stiff pink nipples pointing up.

The Russian girl, Natasha, was twenty-five, blonde and a proper stunner in her own right. She was 5’9” tall and probably weighed some 135-140 pounds having the voluptuous yet lissome and firm body and long, sturdy, well-muscled legs of a dancer (which she had been at one point). Her beautiful face had a wild, sensual look to it and in combination with her silky golden locks and shapely frame provided a very good explanation as to why she was among the most sought-after adult models, having done work for magazines such as Penthouse and Playboy.

Both girls appeared supremely confident as they tried to stare each other down. This wasn’t the first fight for either of them and they knew – or at least thought they knew – exactly what they had to do. Neither one seemed willing to back off even an inch; this was just too important to them – not only on a professional but on a personal level as well. They simply did not like each other. Kate, who was a very patriotic girl, had always felt that there were far too many foreign models – particularly from Eastern Europe – coming into the UK and she had always been pretty outspoken about it. She felt the presence of those ‘imports’ was an affront – to her personally, as well as to all other British women – and had never missed an opportunity to let this be known. And Natasha’s case was even more special. To Kate, the Russian beauty was not just someone, who was looking to put her out of work, but also a particularly detestable and arrogant tart that was in bad need of a good walloping, and the brunette fully intended to deliver said walloping.
Natasha for her part did not care what her rival thought. She herself considered the buxom Brit to be a stuck-up little bitch, who could only benefit from a few good, hard kicks to her soft rear and she saw this fight as the perfect opportunity. Now she would finally get to teach Kate some manners and show her just how superior Russian women were to British women, or to any other kind of women for that matter.

“Well, here we are, luv,” Kate smiled rather wolfishly at the blonde after the two had looked daggers at each other for some time, “Just the two of us; nobody to get in the way! I’ve been waiting for this for some time, you know! Now I’m going to show you just how wrong you were by to come into this country! We don’t need you lot here; we don’t want you, and you’re about to find that out the hard way, since you’re too dense to figure it out any other way!”

“Big words from a little girl!” Natasha smiled scornfully, speaking with a thick accent. “All English women are little girls compared to Russian women, to REAL women! That’s why your magazines and agencies are always looking for women for other countries: English women just aren’t good enough! Today I show you difference between Englishwoman and a real woman! First I make you surrender, then I throw you out on street, where you belong! And this,” she added, pointing to the panties printed in the colors of the Union Jack which Kate had donned especially for the occasion, “I use this as a rag to clean my house!”

“Yeah? Well now, that’s a nice little dream!” Kate was good and mad now, two bright red spots burning high on her cheeks as both personal and national pride flared up at the other woman’s derision. “Unfortunately for you, you’re about to get a rude awakening! I’ll beat your big Russian bum black and blue and send you back home crying for your mummy! You’ll never set foot in this country again, I can promise you that!”

Natasha’s only answer was an even bigger smirk and for a while the two just stood there, hating each other in silence

As soon as they were signaled to begin, they lunged forward, their naked torsos coming together with a big slap as they latched onto each other’s hair, pulling hard. Almost immediately, the larger, heavier Russian gained ground on her foe driving the Brit backwards. Kate pushed back with all her might, but could not halt the blonde’s momentum and was soon shoved into the wall, back foremost. There she was finally able to answer Natasha’s charge by pushing herself off the wall and forcing the blonde to take a few steps back. Natasha quickly countered by spinning Kate around by her hair and tripping her.

The two fell on the floor with Natasha on top. The Russian wrapped her arm around the Brit’s head, trapping her in a headlock. Kate groaned and kicked and twisted in attempts to free herself.

“Are you ready to quit, little girl?” Natasha asked, squeezing hard on the brunette’s head.

“You wish!” Kate growled, without ceasing her struggles. Wriggling around, she now grabbed her rival’s hair with one hand and started yanking. Groaning and cursing as her neck was twisted steadily backwards, Natasha tried to hold on, but then the Brit used her other hand to claw at the Russian’s face and the blonde was forced to break the hold.

As the two rose on their knees, Natasha fired off a big punch, which landed on the side of Kate’s head, knocking the Brit down. Instantly, the blonde was upon her downed foe, punching, slapping, scratching and pulling hair. Kate squealed and curled into a ball, momentarily feeling overwhelmed by the Russian beauty’s brutal assault. However, she soon discovered that simply trying to cover up was never going to work and she needed to do something before the other woman had hurt her really bad. Twisting on the floor, she tried to kick Natasha away and when that failed, she simply latched onto the Russian’s big boobs and started mauling them. Natasha screamed in both pain and fury and grabbed her opponent’s wrists. She managed to pull Kate’s hands away from her breasts and now resumed her attack. Rolling Kate onto her belly, she used her knee to pin the brunette’s head to the floor and began pounding her body, fists and palms smacking audibly off of the Brit’s solid torso. Moaning, Kate pulled her knees underneath her body and pushed up in an attempt to rise, but couldn’t. Natasha was still kneeling on the side of the brunette’s head, keeping it pinned to the ground and now added a hand to the mix, tangling her slender fingers in Kate’s brown, silky hair to hold her in place. On her knees, with her face to the floor and her rear end sticking up in the air, Union Jack flying high, so to speak, Kate continued to twist and squirm, but seemed unable to get anywhere.

“Give up, English whore!” Natasha commanded, using her free hand to hammer away at her opponent’s back. “You are no match for me! You are too weak!”

But despite her disadvantageous situation, Kate refused to give up and continued her struggles. Twisting around to find a better position she kept pushing up, her strong, shapely legs flexing, her firm, pert ass shaking and quivering beneath its flimsy British flag-colored cover as she strained her body.

Shifting her position, Natasha now drove the point of her elbow deep into Kate’s back, drawing a loud cry from the English girl and flattening her to the floor. Swiftly, the Russian rolled the brunette onto her back and straddled her, hitting her in the face. Even pinned on her back, Kate fought back doggedly, clawing at her opponent’s face and massive, naked boobs. Grimacing in pain as her sensitive breasts were assaulted, Natasha delivered a series of blows into Kate’s face and suddenly grabbed her by the throat with both hands, squeezing hard.

“Uuulkh!” Kate said as Natasha’s strong hands constricted her throat, cutting off her air.

Desperate to breathe, the Brit thrashed wildly beneath her Russian foe, clawing and tugging at Natasha’s wrists, while bucking her hips and kicking out her legs in frantic attempts to throw the blonde off. In response, Natasha just cursed between clenched teeth in her native Russian and gripped her foe’s throat even harder. Kate’s eyes bulged out and her face turned crimson as the other woman’s thumbs dug deep into her soft, vulnerable throat, crushing her windpipe. Hurt and frightened, the young brunette heaved and twisted about, her strong body fighting for survival with every fiber. Her head swimming, her vision blurry, she realized she was losing consciousness and she knew she needed to do something, fast, but she just seemed helpless against the power of the bigger woman on top of her.

“Uuulkh! Ghuulh! Ghuulh!” The pinned brunette gurgled, twisting and kicking with desperate urgency while tugging at Natasha’s forearms.

“It’s no use, bitch!” Natasha growled, sitting atop the bucking Brit, riding her struggles down and continuing to strangle her mercilessly. “I have you now! I told you, you are weak! Weak like all English women!” Savoring her dominance over her foe, the beautiful Russian smiled as she looked into Kate’s wide, panic-filled eyes and knew that the Brit was all but done for. “Now I finish you, whore! The contract is mine – and so are you! As always – Russian women rule!”

With that, Natasha pulled Kate towards her, still keeping her grip on the brunette’s throat and then slammed the back of her head into the floor. Then again. That was it! She was ending this right there and then!

“N-no!”

The word came out of Kate’s constricted throat as nothing more than a weak croak, but for all that it held all the conviction and determination in the world – as did the young Brit’s eyes. There was no way she was losing to this Russian slag! Ever! Fighting with all her might Kate now abandoned the idea of detaching the other woman’s hands from her throat by pulling them away. Instead, she raised her own hands, clenched into fists and brought them sharply down on the Russian’s braced arms – right onto the elbows. Natasha screamed in surprise and pain and her arms buckled a bit. Sensing the steely fingers around her throat loosening, Kate instantly repeated the treatment a second, then a third time, and suddenly the grip on her throat was broken and she could breathe again. Before Natasha could adjust to the sudden loss of position, the British beauty reached up with one hand and sank her claws into the Russian’s left breast. Almost at the same time, Kate’s other hand flashed up and her palm slammed into Natasha’s chin. Stunned by the blow, the Russian woman failed to react properly when the Brit heaved up and to the left.

As Natasha toppled over with a squeal, Kate rose up and pounced on the blonde, pummeling her with both hands. Groaning, the Russian woman tried to get up, but the Brit was all over her, hitting and clawing and screaming like a mad thing.

“YOU FILTHY SLAPPER!” Kate shouted, sitting astride her squirming opponent and beating her about the head with her fists. “D’YOU LIKE THAT? D’YOU WANT MORE?”

Badly rattled by the torrent of blows, Natasha squealed and kicked, while trying to protect her face with her hands. She managed to buck her attacker off, but only for a moment. Kate was up and on her foe in a heartbeat, shoving the Russian onto her belly and straddling her. Grabbing Natasha’s hair with one hand, the English girl pulled the blonde’s head back and began whaling away with her other hand.

“Fucking slag!” Kate hissed, rapidly slapping the side of Natasha’s reddened face. “I’ll knock your fucking block off!”

Although hurt, Natasha was by no means ready to just give up, though. A proud and strong woman she wasn’t about to lie down and let herself be overwhelmed like that. Grunting with effort, she managed to draw her knees up underneath her body and used her powerful arms and legs to push up, throwing Kate clean off. She then tried to stand up and put some much-needed breathing space between herself and her opponent, but was not allowed to. Kate threw herself at the blonde’s legs,
grabbing her ankles and bringing her down with a mighty yank. Natasha hit the floor hard, letting out a low moan as the air was knocked out of her. She tried to rise, but only made it to her knees.

Leaping upon her foe like a tigress on her prey, Kate wrestled the blonde down to the ground and proceeded to bring her under control. Tenaciously, the British beauty forced the bigger Russian onto her back, despite all of Natasha’s furious resistance, and then mounted her in a full body press.

“Nnyeeet!” Natasha squealed as she was pinned flat on her back beneath her opponent. Shocked and enraged, she bucked and twisted with all her strength but failed to impress Kate, who kept her commanding position and even consolidated it by grabbing Natasha’s wrists and pinning her arms to the floor above her head. The Russian howled and thrashed about, but seemed helpless against her determined foe and remained flat on her back beneath the younger woman. Underlining the complete turning of the tables, the voluptuous Brit now further embarrassed her captured foe by slamming her massive, sweaty boobs onto the Russian’s face and rubbing them all over, both humiliating Natasha and depriving her of air.

“Who’s weak now?” Kate asked half-gleefully, half-angrily, her hazel eyes shining brightly as she continued to dominate her larger opponent body to body, mashing her slick, tanned breasts against Natasha’s beautiful countenance while grinding her pelvis hard into the blonde’s undulating belly.
“Answer me, tart! Who’s weak? Still think Russian women are so good? It doesn’t look that way to me!”

The smothered Russian bridged up and kicked furiously, fighting hard to escape the other woman’s fleshy trap, desperate to avoid defeat at the hands of her British foe. She somehow managed to wrench her arms free and buried her hands in Kate’s hair. Pulling and heaving with all her might, she succeeded in rolling the brunette and getting on top of her.

“YOU are weak, you English whore!” The blonde snarled in Kate’s face, her blue eyes blazing with fury and hatred as she struggled to keep the brunette pinned on her back, “You and your whole country! I will…”

She could not finish as the English girl suddenly surged up, reversing the positions.

“You’ll what, slag? Huh? You’ll what?” Kate growled, staying atop her foe, using her weight to keep the blonde down. “I’ll tell you what! You’ll keep your bloody mouth shut and only open it to submit to me, do you understand?”

Once more, the dominant British beauty pinned the struggling opponent’s arms above her head, rendering her helpless. Once again, the Russian woman thrashed about in frenetic attempts to escape. The two magnificent, naked bodies struggled on the floor, sweat pouring out of them as they strained against each other. Both women were giving it their all, each striving to prove her superiority over the other, each one feeling that the pride of her entire nation was on her shoulders.
And it was Kate who was doing the better job of defending her (and her country’s) honor. The British girl had the advantage of position and was keeping it, using the full potential of her curvaceous body to dominate her opponent, weighing Natasha down, overpowering her, controlling her.

“Nyeeet! Otpusty menya, suka! (Let me go, bitch!)” The pinned blonde groaned, struggling furiously.

“Sorry, luv! I don’t speak dog!” Kate grinned mischievously. “And I don’t think you should, either!”

Drawing her leg back, the brunette brutally slammed a knee right between her opponent’s legs, once, twice. Natasha bellowed in agony, shuddering and convulsing with each impact, the terrible pain in her groin seeming to incapacitate her momentarily, virtually giving Kate a blank check – one that the latter was quick to use.

Again the English beauty’s voluminous boobs engulfed the blonde’s face, cutting off her air.

“Mmph! Mmph! Mmmmmmmmph!” the Russian woman said. She was beginning to really panic at this point and struggled like mad to break free and breathe again, kicking and twisting and bucking and heaving with every ounce of strength she had in her shapely, toned body.

“I don’t think so, bitch!” Kate panted, also taxing her body to the limits to contain the thrashing blonde, while continuing to smother her with her bare breasts.

And it was those spectacular boobs of the Brit that were doing the Russian in. Covering Natasha’s entire head, the massive mounds of supple flesh completely sealed off the blonde’s mouth and nose, not letting any air in or out, while the rock-hard pink nipples scraped the Russian’s beautiful countenance and poked her eyes, adding further discomfort.

Without any oxygen coming into her system, Natasha was in dire straits. She still struggled, but it was obvious that she was getting nowhere. Her superb body overwhelmed by the British girl’s equally magnificent frame, the powerful Russian was fading fast, her energy depleting rapidly through exertion and lack of air.
Now in total control, Kate straightened up and sat on Natasha’s chest, in a schoolgirl pin. Hips bucking, bare feet pushing at the carpet, the blonde started bridging up in attempts to throw her opponent off, but it was no good. The English girl rode her rearing foe hard, firing rapid slaps into the Russian’s reddened face and taunting her all the time.

“So much for the big, bad Russian women, I suppose.” Kate said breezily when, after almost a full minute of fruitless efforts, Natasha stopped her struggling and lay still beneath the Brit, nearly sobbing with exhaustion and helpless fury. “Now that we all know what’s what, I want you to say – very loud and very clear – ‘I give up. Kate is the winner. British girls rule’. Three simple things – three simple truths. Even a worthless, muddleheaded tart like you can manage that much. Unless, of course, you want to get smacked some more!” Sitting pretty on top of her foe, her large, glistening breasts heaving up and down with her heavy breathing, the sexy young Brit was all smiles and smugness now. The job was done, the point was proven; all that was left was to put on the finishing touches and collect the prize for her hard work. “Go on then, you big Russian bitch! Say it! Or are you going to just lie down there sniveling all day?”

“NO!” Natasha screamed furiously, once again beginning to buck and twist, unable to bear the thought of losing to the young Brit. “I WILL NOT LOSE! I’M STRONGER! I SHOW YOU, ENGLISH WHORE!”

But for all her pride and good (or bad) intentions, the sexy blonde was unable to achieve anything constructive and remained flat on her back beneath her foe, her efforts only weakening her further.

Somewhat angry and at the same time somewhat amused, Kate again delivered some hefty slaps to the Russian’s unprotected face and even added a few good punches to the mix, but much to her surprise this failed to quiet down the Russian woman, who kept on resisting.

“Blimey! She’s a tough ol’ cow, i’n’t she?” Kate grinned at the magazine’s owner, who was watching the action intently from his chair. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve got her and she knows it! She’s done!” Noting the sizable bulge in at the front of the trousers of her employer-to-be, the lovely brunette gave him a sizzling smile. “All ready for me, I see! Just hold it a bit longer, luv. I’ll be with you in a moment. Have that contract and pen handy!”

“Alright, Ms. Tartyana Slutski, time to end this! It’s been great fun smacking you about, but we’re all out of time, I’m afraid!” Kate said to the blonde squirming beneath her. “I have some more important things to attend to, so just do your pathetic little ‘I-quit-please-don’t-hurt-me-any-more’ song and dance, then pack your bags and be on your merry way back to Mother Russia! It’s obvious that the competition is way too much for you here in the UK; you just can’t keep up! Go back home where you can continue pretending that you’re something special among all the other worthless Ruskie slappers!”

“LET ME GO! I KILL YOU!!” Natasha howled, kicking around furiously, both enraged and mortified by the English girl’s insults to her and her country.

“I told you, I haven’t got time for this!” Kate sighed almost wearily. “You’re a really stupid bitch, but even you should know when you’re beaten! Here, maybe this will make it more clear to you!”

With that, Kate inched further forward, her crotch coming to rest on the pinned Russian woman’s chin.

“Go on then, slag, kiss it!” The dominant Brit commanded, pushing the Union Jack (and what was underneath it) into Natasha’s face.

“NEVER!!” Natasha screamed, tears of humiliation welling up in her eyes as the damp fabric pressed against her mouth.

“Kiss it, you Russian scrubber; you know you want to!” Kate insisted, now pumping her hips rapidly, rubbing herself against her helpless captive’s face. “You’re done! I’m too much for you! British women rule! Say it! Britain rules!”

“Mmmph! Nyee-mph!” Natasha groaned in her tormentor’s crotch and then suddenly sank her white teeth in it.

Kate screeched in agony and her whole body jerked back convulsively. Almost instantly, Natasha swung her legs up, hooking the brunette’s shoulders with her calves and toppling her over with a big push. Taking advantage of her opponent’s surprise, the Russian scissored the Brit’s neck between her legs and began squeezing.

Gurgling, her eyes popping out, Kate thrashed around wildly as the blonde’s powerful legs strangled her. Seizing the initiative, Natasha poured all her efforts into her lower body, her sculpted thighs rippling, crushing the other woman’s neck and head in a vice-like grip.

“Now I show you!” The sexy blonde spat out, her blue eyes burning with hatred while she put on the pressure.

Stunned by the sudden reversal, the young British beauty fought desperately to escape her foe’s scissors and regain the upper hand. She knew how close she was to winning the fight and was not about to miss her chance. Straining her strong, sturdy body, she bucked and twisted like mad, her solid legs kicking, her big, juicy boobs bouncing all around, while her hands slapped and scratched Natasha’s thighs. Unmoved, the blonde continued to punish her foe, determined to break her. Now in control, the gorgeous Russian continued to make full use of her awesome dancer’s legs, squeezing the living daylights out of her trapped foe. Keeping the Brit trapped, she rolled her all over the floor, choking her, hitting her and pulling her hair, while screaming insults at her in English and Russian and demanding that she submits.

Kate wasn’t ready to submit. She knew she was better than the Russian and was determined to prove it, so she just kept on fighting, writhing in the blonde’s clutches, trying to prize her thighs open. But Natasha was just as determined to win this and she was not about to let her captive get away.

Pressing her advantage, the Russian relentlessly overpowered the younger Brit, using the full strength of her toned, shapely body. Kate was doing her best to resist, but her efforts had little effect. Natasha was stronger and had the better position too; she continued crushing and pounding Kate mercilessly, doing her best to annihilate the brunette.

Once again the tables had turned completely, much to the English girl’s despair. She had been so close to winning now she found herself in real danger of losing – something that both frightened and infuriated her. Caught in the vice of Natasha’s sculpted legs and pummeled from all sides, it was now her turn to panic and she did so. Her face turned nearly purple from the tremendous pressure of the blonde’s thighs around her head, she twisted and heaved frantically, arms and legs flailing, hands pawing at her captor’s slick, hard body.

In response, Natasha simply intensified her assault. She could sense her opponent’s energy waning and now went all-out in a final bid to crush Kate’s resistance. There was just no hope for the brunette. She fought valiantly, but and all of her efforts were in vain. She was doomed.

Having her foe right where she wanted her, Natasha slowly and methodically took Kate apart. The young brunette showed remarkable heart, fighting the bigger woman every step of the way, but in the end it did her no good. The Russian beauty was just too much for Kate and she squeezed, slapped, punched, clawed and choked the English girl’s splendid body till it was nothing more than a heap of limp, sweat-soaked flesh quivering on the floor.

Once she felt that she had taken the fight out of her opponent, Natasha rolled Kate over onto her back and mounted her in a loose straddle, sitting on her belly. Kat tried to struggle, but the blonde would have none of it. She sent a few hard punches into Kate’s face to quiet her down, then used her knees to pin the brunette’s arms at her sides. Groaning, the helpless British stunner began to buck and twist, but could do nothing against the other woman’s weight on top of her. She tried kicking out her legs a few times but was too battered and exhausted at this point. Her spent body simply couldn’t generate enough force and the only result her half-hearted efforts produced was some wobbling and jiggling of her lush thighs and massive boobs.

The slow rolling of her rival’s spectacular bust caught the Russian’s eyes and she unleashed her fury on the Brit’s precious assets, smacking and punching the two slick, wobbling mounds with a purpose, sending them flying around, her own magnificent, sweat-coated breasts bouncing and swaying as she swung her arms. Powerless to stop the demolition of her prized chest, Kate bleated in protest, her feet pushing weakly at the floor as she attempted in vain to bridge up and throw her tormentor off.

“Do you give up?” Natasha asked, pausing for a moment to catch her breath.

“SOD OFF, YOU SLAG!” Kate shouted, still struggling.

The blonde responded by leaning forward and slapping her superb breasts into the brunette’s face – a measure of revenge for being smothered by Kate earlier in the fight.

Her face buried in the Russian’s mountainous orbs, the English girl jerked and twisted around, desperately trying to get some air into her lungs. Natasha just laughed nastily and continued to smother her foe with her naked boobs, mashing them hard into Kate’s face. She did this for several more seconds, then pushed herself up a bit, allowing Kate to breathe.

As the brunette sucked in air with audible gasps, the blonde again demanded a surrender and again received an insult in reply, which prompted her to reapply the smother. This was repeated again and again, and each time the British beauty’s answers were getting quieter and less defiant, until she was practically sobbing into the Russian’s boobs, realizing her utter helplessness.

Still, Kate would not submit. She just couldn’t suffer the humiliation of having to admit defeat to her foreign foe – not to mention losing the magazine contract. So she just kept ignoring Natasha’s calls for a submission, even though it was clear that she could no longer effectively fight the blonde.

Angry and tired, really wanting to finish this, Natasha now repositioned herself, once again sitting on her rival’s belly and latching onto the brunette’s breasts with both hands. As the Russian’s sharp claws dug into her tender titflesh, Kate howled in agony, squirming around like crazy in desperate attempts to escape. She was much too weak though, and could do nothing but lie there while the dominant blonde mauled her boobs savagely, crushing them in her hands, twisting and pulling them in all directions, her manicured fingernails slashing the smooth, soft skin. Several seconds of this and it was clear that Kate couldn’t take any more. Not only was she hurting badly, but she also feared that the other woman’s unrelenting fury might lead to some permanent damage to her precious boobs – something she just couldn’t live with. Totally helpless and in terrible pain, the beautiful brunette finally submitted, pleading for mercy in a series of high-pitched screams.

Natasha wasn’t feeling too merciful, though, and continued to mangle her opponent’s tits: “I tear your tits to pieces, English whore!” the sexy blonde snarled angrily, yanking Kate’s breasts around and twisting and pinching her stiff nipples with a vengeance: “You’re weak! All British women are weak! Russian woman are best!”

“AIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE! MY BOOBS! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! WHATEVER YOU SAY! I’M WEAK! ENGLISH WOMEN ARE WEAK! RUSSIAN WOMEN ARE THE BEST! YOU WIN! YOUR’RE THE BEST! WHATEVER YOU SAY, JUST STOP IT, PLEASE! OH GOD, MY BOOBS! PLEASE, MY BOOOOBS!” the tormented Brit’s blubbery screeches filled the room, her defiance a thing of the past all of a sudden.

“Suka!” Natasha growled, burying a fist deep into Kate’s left tit. “Now you know!”

The statuesque blonde released her victim and stood up, gasping for air, her sweat-drenched body shaking with fatigue and tension. She was exhausted, but looked positively radiant in victory, standing tall, her big, firm tits thrust forward proudly. At her feet, the defeated English girl just curled up on her side and cried, completely broken.

Smiling smugly, Natasha bent down and took off Kate’s panties without encountering any resistance from the brunette. A few short orders, accompanied by some kicks and stomps by the blonde, forced the beaten woman on her back. Looking down at her foe and still smiling, the Russian beauty put one foot on the fallen Brit’s chest and raised her arms in the air, triumphantly waving the captured “flag” in the shape of the brunette’s Union Jack underwear.

“I am best, yes?” Natasha asked, flashing the magazine’s owner an alluring smile, while still holding her victory pose, displaying her magnificent form to both him and her defeated rival. “I get contract now?”

“All yours, luv!” the man grinned back. “You earned it, no question. You’re the best!”

Natasha almost purred with pleasure like a big, sleek cat. It had been a long and hard fight, but, even though she had been really close to losing it at one point, she had prevailed and the prize was definitely worth it. She had beaten the stuck-up little English bitch and proven herself superior and, of course, there was that big contract. Plus, looking at the bulge in the owner’s pants, which was now positively threatening the integrity of the fabric, and the downright ravenous way he was staring at her near-naked body, she knew that there was a good chance that what she had just won went beyond just a contract. All in all, she reflected, not a bad day’s work.

“Did you hear that, little whore?” The blonde asked Kate, her foot still planted firmly on the brunette’s chest. “Do you have anything to say now?”

No, Kate had nothing to say. She too had seen the way the owner was looking at Natasha and, like the other woman, knew very well what the look meant. It could (it SHOULD) have been her standing there, having it all to herself, not that Russian tart! She nearly wept in frustrated fury, realizing that the opportunity of a lifetime had just slipped through her fingers … No, not slipped. It had been taken from her, taken by a superior foe and there was nothing she could do about it. She had tried her best, she had even come close, but in the end, it was not enough. She was beaten and beaten soundly, no doubt about it. During the last few agonizing moments of the fight, she had really felt Natasha’s power and now knew the sad truth. As much as it pained her, she realized that the Russian woman was better than her. Stronger, more experienced, more skilled fighter – just plain better. The young Brit’s embarrassment, stemming from her painful discovery of the foreign blonde’s supremacy, knew no bounds – and neither did her bitter disappointment.

And it was about to get worse.

“I’ll be right back, baby!” Natasha smiled at her new more-than-just-employer. “I just need to take out the trash!”

With that, the blonde got hold of Kate’s hair and literally dragged her, kicking and screaming, all the way through the house and to the front door. A big shove, a hard kick to Kate’s curvy bottom and the English beauty was catapulted out in the street, naked as on the day she was born. Squealing in protest, she turned and tried to bolt back inside the house, but it was too late.

“Dasvidanya, blyad! (Goodbye whore)” The victorious Russian babe said and, shooting Kate one last scornful look that cut the brunette to the quick, she slammed the door shut and went back to claim her spoils.