Wetness
By SuperCat

Swinging with all she had she beat the bitch back across the room.

She had never felt so free as her fists slammed into a hard stomach, then a soft breast, and then a strong cross knocking the brunette slut against the far wall.

The woman looked back at her with blue eyes full of pain and hate.

Shyla motioned her to come out and get more punishment. She was LOVING the feeling the of this cunt crumpling from her savage assault.

The brunette took a second to regroup and came forward on watery legs. Blood was running onto her perfect tits from her busted mouth. Shyla could see the near panic in her eyes.

Shyla smiled at her enemy, “You suck cunt, get your weak ass over here and get finished off by a REAL catfighter!”

The brunette spluttered out a “fuck you!” and rushed the blonde beauty.

Shyla met her rush with gusto and the two amazing, lean, strong bodies clashed together; hands went into hair, knees sought out soft targets , the brunette tried to catch Shyla in the pussy, but the blonde deftly stepped back and threw the off balance woman to the carpet.

As the brunette began to rise; Shlya kicked her in the face, the blonde could feel herself get wet as she heard the woman’s nose break.

The brunette wavered on her knees. Her once beautiful face a bloody mess, her flawless, strong body destroyed.

Shyla strode over to her, moving with the grace and confidence of a jungle cat. Her feline eyes flashed with anticipation.

She grabbed a handful of light brown hair and hauled the woman to her feet.

“Now, I finish you, cunt!”

Shyla grabbed the brown haired woman by her perfect tits and SQUEEZED for all she was worth. Shyla smiled as she heard her cry out in agony. The light haired brunette grabbed onto her wrists and tried to get Shyla away from her boobs, but she was unsuccessful.

Shyla held the beaten woman upright only by her tits.

Finally, she felt the brunette’s tits just break under her claws, and with it her will to fight. The bitch let out a wail and her eyes went glassy.

Shyla savagely kneed her in the twat three times, and the brunette’s wail turned into a whimper.

“STOP, PLEASE GOD STOP, YOU’RE THE BEST CATFIGHTER!”

Shyla threw the loser to the floor.

“YOU DAMN RIGHT I AM! NOW GET OVER HERE AND EAT MY HOT PUSSY SL…”

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

“SHIT!”

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Shyla snapped out of her daydream as the exercise bike timer loudly went off, ending her time on the stationary cycle. She had been going for 45 minutes and her legs still felt great.

She realized she was drenched in every way.

She focused her eyes and saw the woman she had just been thinking of tearing apart; a gorgeous light haired, blue/grey eyed brunette who was in the same room doing the elliptical with her boyfriend. Shyla had noticed the bitch a bit earlier, and from the second she laid eyes on her, Shyla could not stop fantasizing about conquering the beautiful brunette. She had kinda made sure she had been in the same room with the couple, using a machine across the room.

Then the blondes eyes got slightly big with alarm.

The brunette bitch was staring right back at her.

She did NOT look happy. In fact her sensual mouth was turned into a frown.

Shyla was only slightly embarrassed.

“Shit, I must have been staring at her the whole time and didn’t even know it.”

Shyla smiled back at the woman and got off her bike. She toweled off the seat, which was obviously wet with her juices, turned, and with a last look back at the woman she was just dreaming of beating the shit out of, she strode out of the cycle room like a lioness, her perfect little ass swinging back and forth under her skintight lycra workout shorts.

She saw the bitch staring daggers at her in the mirrors that ringed the room.

“You know what, I may not be rich, but spending the money to join this gym was some of the best investments I’ve ever made!”

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Life was still tough for the little blonde, lord knows the job market hadn’t improved, but she had managed to make it by. She was luckier than most in the area. Shyla had managed to piece together some freelance work knocking out web pages for friends of friends and through some well placed online advertisements.

Better to be living piecemeal than no meal.

But really, what she really wanted to do was just catfight.

Beating up the Lebanese cunt in the park had made her feel so ALIVE, so REAL, and so POWERFUL; both as a fighter, and as a woman, that anybody who saw her could tell she had a glow about her.

Most figured she was in love, and in a sense, they were right.

It was the glow of a person in love with the notion that she had finally embraced something she had tried, admittedly not very hard, to suppress for so long.

She dreamed all day of fighting. Every bitch she saw, she eyed them up and imagined how they would look crumpling from her savage power.

The thought ran though her mind…”I’m a catfighter! I’m a catfighter!”

She yearned for a chance to prove herself again, but Shyla wasn’t foolish enough to go out starting random fights. She knew there was a time, a place, and a skank, for everything, and forcing the issue wouldn’t be to her advantage.

And she really didn’t feel like having her luscious little ass landing in jail for assault.

But Shyla knew there would be a time…and a place…and a skank…

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Shyla loved going to the gym and she loved it more that it was open 24 hours. Shyla kept odd hours but she knew working out kept her tight 5’5” body in shape and she loved the way she looked as she worked herself.

Nor only thatm, but even at 2AM there was plenty of eye candy, both male and female, around to check out as she did her routine. Like now, Shyla knew the couple were the only people in the whole place with her, or at least was reasonably sure. It wasn’t abnormal for Shyla’s overactive imagination to take her away to either wild fighting or wild eroticism as she worked out.

So good, yet so bad.

Tonight was the first time she knew she had gotten caught though.

Well, whatever, let the bitch glare at her.

In fact, Shyla kinda hoped she’d start something. But she knew the cunt wouldn’t. She was too angelic looking: light brown hair hanging down to her shoulders, young looking face with a full sensual mouth, stunning blue/grey eyes…too bad because the cunt had a body made for twisting, mauling, and beating on…

Oh well, a girl could always dream…

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Shyla opened her locker and reached for her shower accessories. She had spent a few minutes in the sauna relaxing and she had a good sheen of sweat on her tight, yet soft, body. Now it was time to wash up and go home, she had some freelance work to do and the blonde always worked best in the wee hours.

She pulled out her body wash and shampoo and sat them on the bench in front of the locker she was using. She went to take off her tight top but stopped for a moment to play with her nipples, thinking about that brunettes perfect tits in her hands, being squeezed and mauled…

The blonde beauty was so lost in her reverie she never heard the footsteps.

But she damn near jumped out of her skin as the door to her locker crashed shut with a metallic *WHANK*.

She stepped back involuntarily and opened her eyes.

Staring back at her with a look of utter hate was the brown haired girl she had been eying earlier. Shyla quickly appraised the woman with a glance. She was maybe an inch taller than the blonde, and her body was every bit as amazing close up. The brunette was wearing a tight grey workout top over a sports bra, which did nothing to hide those mouth wateringly perfect tits, cut halfway up her flat and trim stomach; a pair of skin tight blue lycra workout shorts that ended well up her well toned thighs, white tube socks pulled up to her knees, and a pair of cross trainer sneakers. Her light brown hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. Shyla could see part of the name badge they issued you on clipped to her shorts. She could make out “ANITA SI…” but that was it.

“Anita…mmm…you anit-a-ass kicking and you anit-a-be eating my pussy after I beat you bloody bitch…”

Shyla felt herself get steamy thinking about it, but she composed herself quickly and smirked at the woman.

“What the fuck is YOUR problem bitch?”

The brown haired woman gritted her teeth and bared them at the blonde. ‘You know damn fucking well what my problem is you slut!”

Shyla cocked her head to one side in a cute affectation. “Humor me cunt. What’s up your ass?”

“This should be interesting. Good lord stop it Shy, you’re tingling already!”

The brunette looked like she was ready to go for Shyla right then, she had to visibly restrain herself, and she snarled out “QUIT LOOKING AT MY BOYFRIEND LIKE THAT YOU SKANKY SLUT!”

It was all Shyla could do not to laugh in the brunette’s face. “OH SHIT! So THAT is what this is all about! Oh my god that is RICH! She thought I was looking at her boyfriend and not her!”

But Shyla saw no need to inform the brunette that she had zero interest in her man. Not that she wasn’t into guys, Shyla was an equal opportunity lover, but cock was the last thing on her mind when the brunette caught her staring earlier. She decided playing along was the best way to get what she REALLY wanted though.

So for the moment, yeah she wanted some cock.

The blonde smiled like a cat who has caught a canary.

“And so what if I was? Maybe I felt like taking him from you.” She stood with her hand on her hip. “Maybe he wants to fuck a REAL woman tonight, upgrade to some tight blonde pussy.”

The brown haired woman’s jaw dropped. Whatever she had been expecting as a response, it evidently wasn’t this.

“You BITCH! YOU FUCKING WHORE! Can’t get a man of your own you ugly slut, can you? Well, you had better not fucking even THINK about him anymore!”

“And what if I do cunt? What precisely are YOU going to do about it?”

The brunette’s mouth worked, but she didn’t seem able to make words form.

“Come on” and she snorted derisively “Anita.” And she pointed her finger into the brunette’s chest, right on those perfect tits.

“What”

“Are”

“YOU”

“Going”

“To”

“Do”

“About”

“It?”

Each word was punctuated with a jab into those amazing globes.

The brunette composed herself again and glared at Shyla with the hate of a cornered animal.

“I’ll fucking kick that ugly bleached blonde ass is what I’ll do cunt! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!”

“Try me. YOU really think you’re more woman than me? Cunt, I’ll kick your ass and show that stud how much more fun blondes REALLY are!”

Shyla was ecstatic! “OMG, YES! I’VE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THIS ALL NIGHT”!

She was even smiling as the brunette slapped her in the face as hard as she could.

“Best you can do? I’ll fuck him on top of you if that’s all you got slut.”

The brunette slapped her again.

“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!” she screamed.

Shyla retuned the slap, the brown haired woman’s head turned with the force. It knocked a tress of brown hair free which hung down over the woman’s face.

“Wow…she is one sexy thing. If I beat her I’m SO making her eat me out!”

But Shyla had no more time for thought, as Anita squealed in hate and went for her.

The blonde was more than up for the challenge and met her charge.

Anita dug her hair into Shyla’s blonde locks, but Shyla decided to go right for those tantalizing breasts.

*RIIIIIIP* Anita’s shirt came apart in her hands. This served Shyla doubly well, because the shirt restricted the brunette’s freedom of arm movement keeping the fire in her hair down to a minimum. But they two hellcats were off balance, and they fell over the wooden bench in front of the lockers.

They were very lucky neither of them got brained as they hit the concrete floor. But Shyla got the worst of the blow as the brunette landed more on top of her as they hit. The air was driven from the blonde’s lungs in an explosion and she felt like her chest was on fire. So was her scalp, because Anita was still ripping and tearing at her flaxen tresses.

Shyla was fortunate the brunette didn’t just press her advantage, because she probably could have finished her right then, but Anita was more interested in ripping Shyla’s hair out as they rolled across the floor.

Thankfully for the honey haired warrior, she got her lungs back after a minute or so and she was able to refocus her attack as they tangled on the concrete floor. She got one of her hands into Anita’s hair as well, ripping it free from her loose ponytail. With her other, she punched at Anita’s taut belly and tore at her sports bra, trying to get at those breasts.

The two cats spat at each other in anger, hissing “SLUT, CUNT, BITCH” into each other’s face.

Anita’s grip on the blonde’s hair allowed her to gain an advantage by smashing Shyla’s head to the hard floor though. The blonde realized her error in strategy all too painfully as she suddenly saw stars and felt a rocket go off in the back of her skull.

“Fuck me! I was too into those tits, got ahead of myself, oh god my poor head!”

Another bomb went off and Shyla grabbed her head and tried to crawl away from the brunette.

“OH NO, FUCK YOU CUNT, YOU’RE NOT GETTING AWAY FROM ME!”

Anita reached for Shyla and grabbed her by the back of her tiny workout shorts, pulling them halfway down her legs and damn near ripping them apart. She dove on top of the blonde and Shyla was ridden down to the floor.

Anita pressed her advantage by punching at the blondes head with one hand. The other, she tried to wrap around Shyla’s throat. Using her strong legs, she managed to kick Shyla’s shoes off her feet.

“You wanted this ass kicking you slut! No trampy cunt takes MY cock!” she snarled in Shyla’s ear as the struggling blonde grasped at the floor, which afforded her no purchase.

The blonde tried in vain to keep the brunette from applying an arm bar choke, but when one of Anita’s right hands caught her on the temple, she cried out in anguish and went limp enough for the bigger brunette to get her arm across her throat. Anita rode her to the ground, and as the blonde tried to get the arm from around her neck, the brunette finished ripping off Shyla’s tight workout shorts, exposing her little red panties with white hearts on them.

Shyla was in a near panic, she hadn’t expected to be so dominated this quickly and knew she needed some sort of plan or she was one beaten catfighter. Her feet kicked at the concrete as she tried to leverage herself out of the choke. She was gagging and she knew her face was probably beet red as she struggled for air.

And on top of all that, the brunette cunt was talking shit a mile a minute into her ear.

“Yeah slut, you fucked with the wrong bitch this time, no fucking blonde Barbie doll take my man, nobody, you piece of shit tramp skank! I’m gonna kick your ass so bad, then I’m gonna go fuck that stud you want so bad!”

“Oh shut up, seriously just shut up!”

Shyla knew she only had one chance. She got one of her hands behind her and grabbed a bunch of brown hair. Pulling for all she was worth, she yanked Anita’s head back juuuust enough to where she had a little space between Anita’s arm and her throat, then she got her mouth down in the space and bit down on the brunettes forearm as hard as she could.

Anita yelped and released the hold, then she shut up as Shyla threw a wild right that clipped her on the jaw, knocking her back on her very well rounded ass. Shyla let go of her hold on Anita’s hair and took just a moment to get breath back into her lungs, fighting through the fire in her throat.

Then, seeing her rival disoriented and holding her chin in her hands, her eyes lit up and she dove on the brunette.

Shyla’s hands went instinctively to the brunette’s sports bra, which was holding on for dear life, and her knee drove into the woman’s lycra covered pussy. Anita made a sound halfway between a moan and a scream and fell to her back, her hands trying to cover up her hurt womanhood. This allowed Shyla to finish tearing off her top, exposing her luscious breasts to the blonde’s fury.

Shyla had never seen such well formed tits, topped off with pink nipples so nice they couldn’t have been painted on any better.

She felt herself get moist looking at them, and then her primal need to tear into them took control.

The blonde’s sneakers went flying across the floor as her feet pounded at the concrete in panic as Shyla laid into her boobs. The blonde’s nails twisted and tore at the sensitive titflesh, her hands grabbed them as tight as she could as she tried to pull them from the brunette’s chest. As she lifted the brunettes upper body from the floor she even bit down on one of the nipples in her erotic fury.

She had never felt so hot in her life.

Anita’s hands tired to pull her tormenter from her breasts, but she was having no luck. She screamed in agony as Shylas teeth found her nipple again and again.

“STOP IT YOU CUNT, PLEASE STOP IT OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH MY TITS, YOU BITCH!”

Then she lost her voice as Shyla’s knee found her crotch again.

Shyla was enjoying herself as never before. Beating Rashida had made her empowered, this made her feel…glorious.

But her glory came to a painful halt as Anita’s flailing fingers caught her in one of her beautiful eyes.

She gasped and now it was her turn to pull away from her rival.

The two women moved away from each other for a moment. Anita covering her tits and massaging her pussy, Shyla with her hand to her eye.

They both got to their knees and glared at the other.

“Fucking piece of shit! Fuck you!”

“Fuck your man cunt, I just want to beat your ass!”

“Come on then slut, you want me blondie?”

“Gonna see you bloody you asshole!”

They went for each other again, this time though it was Anita, pissed that her own tits were so badly mauled by the blonde battler, who went for the tits, and Shyla was swinging for the face.

Shyla felt her own small, but very well formed, boobs freed to her enemy as Anita easily tore her workout shirt and bra away, but she wrapped her hand around the brunette’s face in a claw hold, her palm covering the woman’s mouth.

But the brunette was handing out some serious breast damage of her own. Her hands ripped away at Shyla’s tits, focusing on the blondes perky and hard nipples. The light haired brunette was trying to rip them from the blonde’s chest.

Shyla screamed in pain and redirected her attack again to the brunette’s awesome tits as well.

And so the blonde and brunette went hand to tit on their knees, trying to maul each other to submission by destroying each other’s lovely breasts. They hissed at each other like the angry cats they were and spit flew from their full, ripe lips as they growled and snarled.

Shyla saw Anita finally start to break under her clawed attack and she read the brunette’s eyes perfectly as Anita tried to head butt the blonde, but even so she took a bit of a shot on her cheek, but whipping her head to the side, she smashed Anita back. The mutual head butts took some of the fight out of the women, and as if by agreement, they flung each other away, both of them taking one last long tug on the hard nipple of her enemy.

Shyla ran her hands over her pained tits. “Oh shit, my poor boobs, why do they have to be so fucking sensitive!”

She got herself as composed as she could and rose to her feet. She beckoned the brunette to do the same. She smiled as she tasted a little blood from a cut in her mouth, and then smiled more as she saw Anita grimacing from Shyla’s brutal tit mauling. The brunette looked wary as her amazing blue/grey eyes shot hate lasers at the blonde.

Shyla motioned for the bitch to get up and fight.

“Come on slut, what? Those tits can’t take the gentle caress of a real woman?”

“Fuck you, fuck you blonde man-stealing slut, fuck you!”

Shyla put her fists in the air: “Shut up cunt. This blonde bitch is gonna fuck you up!”

Anita slowly made her way to her feet and put her fists up in return.

Wordlessly, the two women advanced and circled.

Arms flicked out, jabbing, testing the other. Both women were wary of the other, having already been beaten savagely, and thusly, they were afraid to commit.

“You wanna fight or what Barbie?” Anita snarled.

Shyla knew she had to keep her composure and make the brunette lose hers. She smirked at the woman and faked a big right hand. The brunette fell for the feint and dodged to the left, directly into a short, powerful left that crashed into her ribs. Anita gasped in pain and took a step to the side, directly into the right Shyla had reloaded.

The brunette staggered from the blow and Shyla came in for the kill. A left to the tit, another left to the belly and then a huge right uppercut that stood the brunette up, but it was the jab straight to the nose that followed that was the real punisher and Anita squawked in shock and fear and tried to keep her feet as she reeled backwards into the shower area. The slight raise of the tile that separated the concrete from the showers proved to be her undoing though and as the blonde came in on her she fell on her ass and rolled across the tiles.

Before she could even sit up, Shlya followed with a kick right to the brunette’s pussy.

“OOOOOOOHHH, OOOOOH FUCK!” and Anita made a gagging noise and grabbed herself.

Shyla smiled down smugly at her enemy. “Ooooh, does the widdle baby hurt? I don’t know how, I think I could fit my whole foot up there. In fact…” and the blonde reached down, grabbed Anita’s skintight shorts and pulled both them and the brunettes little black panties off. Shyla disdainfully tossed them aside. Then her eyes lit up.

“Smells nasty in here. I think you need a shower cunt!”

And she began turning on the water of the showerheads that would douse the brown haired beauty. Hot and cold alternating. Shlya laughed as the hurt woman thrashed back and forth.

She was enjoying this so much she was too slow when Anita did begin to rise. Shyla moved in to knock the brown haired woman down again, but was stopped in her tracks as the panicked brunette cried out and jabbed her right below the belly button.

Shylas eyes bulged out and she stopped in her tracks. Then it was her turn to stagger backwards through the scalding and freezing showers. Anita lunged and caught her between the legs with a wild punch and Shyla turned and moved away from the woman, her hands this time the ones to instinctively go to her hurt womanhood.

“OOOOOH, MY PUSSY! YOU ASSHOLE!”

Anita snuffled through her bloody nose. “Gonna fuck you up cunt, you wanna get wet? Let’s fucking get wet.”

Now it was Anita’s turn to batter her opponent across the tiles. Her fists splatted and splashed into Shyla’s taut belly and firm tits, spray flew from Shyla’s long wet honey hair as her head snapped back and to the side from Anita’s punches: a left to her cheekbone, a right to the chin, jabs to the nose, and then a straight fist that caught her in the temple. Shyla fell against the wall, her back crashing into the water control of one of the showers. She moaned in agony and began to fall to the floor.

“No way blondie. No fucking way!” Anita snarled. She viciously kneed Shyla in the pussy. Standing her back upright again. The brunette grabbed Shyla by the throat and slammed her head to the wall. Shyla felt like her world was going to black out as her head exploded into stars.

It was the clod rush of air and water on her pussy that brought her back from the brink. Anita had grabbed her cute little panties and with the strength of one insane with rage had ripped the fabric from her body. With it she got a decent handful of Shyla’s pussy hair as well.

“OH FUCK! I REALLY LIKED THOSE PANTIES!”

She tried to move away from the enraged brunette, and managed to get the shower control from jabbing her spine and kidney anymore, but the brown haired woman had her hand tight on Shyla’s throat and her other was savagely pounding into Shyla’s body. No matter where the blonde tried to block, Anita had another place to attack.

The blonde sobbed and cried in pain and shock. All she wanted to do was get away from this bitch and curl up in a ball to cry for an hour. She started to fall as she felt the hold on her throat loosen and she gasped in air, but she was stood back up as the brown haired woman grabbed her wet tits and hauled her upright by them, pulling her small but sexy boobs upwards like she wanted to tear them from her chest. Then Anita rocked her almost off her feet with another knee that smashed into her already hurting clit.

Shyla gasped in agony and the world became even more watery as her vision trebled. Then she saw stars as Anita slammed her head into the tiled wall. She saw water spray from her long hair and then she was forced to look into the gleeful eyes of her tormenter.

“GIVE IT UP CUNT! LEAVE MY MAN ALONE!”

Shyla was too out of it to formulate a response.

“DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME YOU NASTY SLUT? I WANNA HEAR YOU QUIT! TELL ME I’M BETTER!”

Shyla shook her head, the water beating off her body helped her come around quicker, but she knew she was still in deep trouble.

But she was still unapologetic.

“Fuck you!” she slurred, and spat blood and water at the brunette.

Anita screamed and threw the blonde across the showers. Shyla fell halfway across and rolled to the far wall. She wasn’t hurt by this and was frankly grateful for the moment’s respite to regroup herself as best she could.

She heard the slap of Anita’s feet on the floor, muffled by her tube socks, but still there. Shyla opened her eyes just enough to get a bearing on where the brunette was. She quickly did her geometry, musing momentarily about how the things one DOES learn in High School can indeed be useful, and as the brown haired beauty got to the right spot, she lunged forward.

Shyla drove her arm between the brunette’s legs as if she wanted to split her down the middle, and as Anita stopped in her tracks, she nailed her with a left hand to the solar plexus, making sure to dig the knuckles in under the bitch’s ribcage.

Anita whimpered in shock and pain and began to sink down.

But Shlya stood her right back up by launching herself straight up. The top of her head popped the slut right on the chin. Shyla heard the *clack* of teeth as her enemies jaw was shut forcibly. Shyla rose to her feet as Anita staggered back through the spray of water.

‘GET BACK OVER HERE CUNT!” Shyla said and to prove her point, reached out with her left hand and grabbed the brunette by her shaved pussy.

“You got a big pussy slut!” she hissed and put two fingers into Anita’s vagina. She could see the brown haired woman’s knees turn to water and Anita start to sink to her knees as her hands went to cover her wounded pussy.

But Shyla was a capable multitasker and doubled up on Anita’s punishment by punching her in the nose.

The brunette’s head flew backwards and now it was water rivulets spraying off darker hair as it flew from her head. As she came forward again Shyla smiled to see blood now freely running from her nose and mouth.

She saw Anita’s eyes start to cross and a low groan came from deep inside the woman.

“I’m not even gonna ASK for your submission you cunt!”

She redoubled her hold on the brown haired woman’s snatch. Anita cried out and this time her knees did give way. Shyla tried to hold on to her pussy as long as she could, but it slipped out of her grasp as the beaten bitch fell.

Anita lay there on her side, grabbing at her privates in the shower. She cried softly in the beating water. Shyla cruelly grabbed the control of the nozzle that was pointed at the battered woman. She turned it to scalding hot and laughed as Anita screamed and jerked away.

“NNOOOOOOOOO! PLEASE NO! STOP THAT!” She blubbered.

Shyla turned the water down and began doing it with the next faucet. Anita dove face first across the tiles to get away from the water.

Shyla followed her across the shower and delivered a kick right to Anita’s ribs as she tried to crawl away. Anita rolled over to her back and Shyla was able to catch one of her legs.

“Got you now slut! Oh my GOD I love this!”

Spreading the brunettes legs Shyla quickly stomped down on Anita’s stomach and then she smashed her heel down onto Anita’s shaven beauty. She smiled as the brunette spasmodically jerked on the tiles like she had been electrocuted.

Still holding the brunette by her sock clad foot, the blonde warrior strode over the prone girl. She slid her arm down woman’s smooth sexy leg and pulled it over as she mounted Anita in a schoolgirl pin.

She stared down into the brunette’s bloody face and frightened pained eyes.

“You’re so fucking stupid cunt, so stupid. I never wanted to fuck HIM, I wanted to fight YOU! Looks like you picked the wrong hot blonde to fuck with tonight slut! Now, I’m gonna take GREAT pleasure in finishing you up, and you know what? I might just take your man anyway. I don’t particularly want him, but I want you to know you lose to me in EVERY way!”

Shyla could feel her juices running down her thighs, it didn’t matter that she was in a shower right now, she was still simply GUSHING.

She shifted her body to push the brunette’s tits up from between her straddling thighs and began to work over them as only Shyla could. There was nothing in the world for her at that moment but the sheer joy of tearing into one of the best pairs of breasts she has ever seen once again.

She worked one, twisting the nipple as far as she could, then slashing at it with her nails, then digging into Anita’s well formed areola and finally grabbing away at the whole of the tit itself. Then she switched over to the other breast, and finally, she attacked both at once.

Anita was beside herself in pain and her hands slapped ineffectively on the floor. Her legs kicked out but could find no purchase on the wet shower floor.

Shyla finished mauling Anita’s breasts and smiled down at the tearful brunette. She slapped the woman in the face and drawled out a “Slut!” Moving her body forward, the blonde pressed her pussy against the brunette’s chin.

“Mmm…baby, I think when I’m done with you I’m gonna let you eat me.” And she ground her wet box onto the lower part of Anita’s face. When the brunette jerked to move her head away Shyla struck like a snake and her strong legs pythoned around her neck.

Her face caught right next to Shyla’s pussy, her neck constricted by Shyla’s legs, Shyla’s hands controlling her own, Anita was caught and caught good. A low “UUUUUHHHHH” came from her mouth and her eyes began to bulge in her head.

Shyla lay on her side and poured it on. Smirking into her enemies panicked eyes to emphasize her womanly victory. She rolled her hips liquidly, squeezing her legs together while rubbing her clit on her enemies face juuuust enough to bring her into the throes of pleasure.

“This is the greatest feeling ever, oh to dominate, and to dominate such a hottie! Making that perfect body break was everything I dreamed it was! Beating these cunts just gets better and better. And to feel that water beating off my body as I work it…oh wow…WOW!”

Shyla closed her eyes and threw her head back.

“SUBMIT TO ME CUNT! TELL ME WHO’S BETTER!”

Anita had ceased to offer much resistance, her hands just rested on Shyla’s thighs, her eyes were half closed.

She made as if to work her mouth to say something.

“WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”

Anita tried again to say something.

Shyla loosened up her scissors hold so she could hear the brunette bitch submit.

…And was immediately in a world of pain.

The blonde should have known better. She had done something similar against Rashida the first time when the Lebanese bitch had grown overconfident herself. As soon as Shyla released her leglock, the brunette turned like a cobra and bit down on the inside of Shyla’s smooth thigh as hard as she could.

Shyla gasped in shock and pain and recoiled. She tried to scoot away from Anita, but the brunette held firm, her hands now found Shyla’s tender areas and her nails started violating the blonde from the front and the back.

“GET OFF ME YOU DIRTY CUNT!”

Shyla was at last able to kick herself away from Anita, and she moved away across the tiles. She rolled through some scalding hot water from one of the showers, making her hiss in pain.

As she came to rest, she was met with a foot that crushed her tits back to her chest, the another to her flat stomach.

Shyla nearly lost it as her breath was driven away. Her eyes watered and she gagged. She was powerless to stop the enraged brunette from kicking her in the face and Shyla felt herself rolling over and falling backwards, coming to rest against the wall.

It was the taste of blood in her mouth that was her lifeline.

“OH fuck me! Swimming in darkness and copper. I can’t lose this, come on Shy, hold on!”

And then more kicks as Anita systematically stomped her into oblivion.

Fresh pain erupted in her side and then her pussy as the brunette connected. Shyla had to force herself to open her eyes to try to protect herself from the savage kicks the best she could. Anita’s strong sexy leg was like a piston, and her foot was a knife blade as it stabbed into every vulnerable area. The blonde’s face, tits, ribs, stomach, pussy, thighs…all were targeted without mercy.

Shyla was so panicked she didn’t even notice she was sobbing.

“I’m gonna kick you to fucking death you man stealing skank!”

“Man steal….oh…shit what an idiot she…OW, OH OWOWOWOWOW OH THE PAIN!”

Anita had just connected into the blondes furry public mound.

Shyla scrunched herself along the wall under the beating water until she found herself in the corner. She covered up as best she could and held her nails out in defense, like any cornered animal.

“If this is gonna be my last fucking stand…”

She saw Anita go to send a kick to her face and she flinched back involuntarily, and was stunned when it was just a fent to get her head free and Anita’s fist crashed into her jaw.

She felt herself lying on the wet tiles of the shower as the warm water beat down on her battered body.

“GIVE UP BLONDIE! HE’S MINE!”

Shyla spit on the floor in defiance. She noticed it was mostly red.

Anita kicked her in the tits again.

“You know, when I was a girl, I used to tear my Barbie dolls arms and legs off. I never knew why. But now, oh yeah, I know. Barbie was a fucking blonde slut, and this hot brunette wanted to see her hurt. Now, now I get my fucking wish!”

Shyla felt pain erupt in her crotch as Anita reached down and grabbed a handful of pubic hair. She felt it come free with a soft purring sound.

“And you’re not even a real blonde.”

“Fuck you, carpet…drapes…don’t mattOW OH FUCK FUCK YOU!”

“Whatever, fuck you slut!”

Anita slid down beside the blonde, still with her right hand tearing away at Shylas furry mound, nails pinching and twisting her clit.

She sat behind Shyla and swiftly tucked her enemies head under her left arm. She released her pussy hold to wrap her strong legs around Shyla’s midsection. With her now free right hand, she laid into Shyla’s small, perky boobs. She began kicking into the blonde’s pussy as she squeezed her thighs around Shyla’s sides.

The blonde was fucked and she knew it. There was no escape. She could do nothing but strain and struggle as Anita tore into her. She could no longer tell if it were her own tears or just water running down her face as she stared at the lights on the ceiling. She couldn’t breathe, her tits felt like they were being shredded on her chest and her poor pussy…oh her poor pussy.

She wanted to give up, she knew she wasn’t fighting for anything more than the sake of fighting.

But it was that thinking that kept her going. It was her love of combat that dictated she couldn’t fucking quit to this asshole, no matter how much the bitch hurt her.

So she swallowed back the agony and defeatism and gritted her teeth.

She knew the cunt would make a mistake.

Anita was whispering in her ear, telling her what a loser she was, how much she loved hurting her, how she was going to go get laid after this…

“Oh blow it out your ass bitch.”

Shyla tried to find a way to bite the arm around her neck, no luck. She tried to roll her way out of it, no luck.

The lights above were starting to get gray. The pain was the only thing keeping her going, that and the beat of the water on her face.

Her poor tits were on FIRE.

And still the vile twat was in her ear.

“You fucking blonde loser slut, listen baby, blondes NEVER win in a real fight!”

“Oh the fuck they don’t!”

With her last reserve, she let go of the arm around her neck and jabbed backwards, towards the hectoring voice in her ear.

She felt her fingers connect right in Anita’s eye.

The brunette beauty yelped and Shyla felt the hold around her neck loosen. She squirmed and got herself a little breathing room. Then she launched her own head backwards as hard as shoe could.

She felt Anita’s mouth *CLACK* as the top of her head hit home.

“HOPE THAT WAS YOUR TEETH BREAKIN YOU CUNT!”

She did it again. Anita’s holds all released as one.

Shyla had the presence of mind to push herself free, she rolled over twice.

She came to her knees with her claws out, and saw Anita just shaking the cobwebs out of her now foggy head.

The blonde knew she had to throw EVERYTHING into this last assault. She could feel herself tapping her last reserves, and she had no doubt the brunette was just as winded. They both had just undergone a strenuous workout, after all, and the terrible punishment they had inflicted on each other had finally taken its toll.

She took just one moment to catch her breath, than she came at Anita, fists flying.

The brunette still hadn’t cleared her head, and the ferocity of the blondes charge caught her unprepared.

A left to the stomach sent her reeling backwards, trying not to wretch, then a right to the ribcage. Shyla loved hearing the brunette squawk as her fist crashed into the woman’s side. Anita’s big blue/grey eyes bugged out and Shyla could see her knees buckle.

“Not so fast slut, I’m not done yet!”

She jabbed into Anita’s bloody nose, than with a mighty swing she nailed the brunette with a savage left hook. Shyla got wet just hearing the *thwack* of her fist connecting with the woman’s head. Water flew from Anita’s brown hair and she spun around, falling forward and only just barely catching herself up the wall before her face smashed into the wet tiles.

The blonde didn’t slow her attack, driving rights and lefts into the brunette’s kidneys. Anita whimpered and began to slide down the wall.

“Oh no you don’t cunt!”

Shyla reached between the woman’s legs and grabbed. Her other arm, she wrapped around the brunette’s neck from behind.

As she choked Anita out, she began to finger her.

“UUUUUUNNNNNGH,,,,UUUUUNNNNNGH…NOOOGHHHH!”

“Just to show you I can you dirty skank! You like this don’t you? Uh huh…you ARE a slut aren’t you? You probably liked being choked too, it turns you on, you fuckin pervert…”

“UUUUUUCCCCCKKK! GNNNNNNNN! OOAOAOOAOAOAOAOHHHAAAHHH!”

And Anita broke and Shyla could feel her juices running down her hand.

So she grabbed the woman’s clit and immediately twisted it all the way around.

Anita spasmed and fell limp in Shyla’s choke.

Shyla got right up in the slightly taller woman’s ear.

“It’s OVER cunt, you never should have started this, but I’m OH so fucking glad you did!”

She slammed Anita’s head into the wall and turned her around. Blood ran red into pink in the running spray of the showers, staining the lower part of her face all the way down to her chest. Her blue/grey eyes were lost, there wasn’t anybody home.

She grabbed the beaten woman by both magnificent nipples. Anita’s once perfect tits were covered in scratches and trickles of blood ran from her pink areolas.

She stood there, holding Anita up by only her tits.

She smiled.

“Yeah, I’m SO glad you started this…”

She threw the brunette across the shower. The woman’s legs no longer worked for her and Anita stumbled and fell halfway across the room. She rolled over and lie on her back, he breath coming in deep hitches, and her eyes staring at the ceiling.

Shyla sauntered over to her enemy. She was still cautious, but she knew what she had to do.

She kicked Anita in the side as hard as she could. The brunette made a low groan and rolled into a fetal position.

Shyla knelt down next to Anita and pushed the brown haired woman over onto her back. She smiled and mounted Anita, pinning her arms next to her sides, sitting low on her belly.

She flexed her hands in front of Anita’s blue/grey eyes.

“Give up?” she purred.

“Who..who…the fuck are you?”

“I’m a catfighter bitch. You picked the wrong fucking fight tonight cunt. Now,give up?”

“No! Fuck you! Never hear me quit!”

“I like that. But Oh, baby, I AM going to hear you tell me I’m the best!”

“Hate you! Fuck you!”

Shyla smirked and shook out her long, soaked blonde hair.

She made a show of making her right hand into a claw in front of Anita.

“Fuck me?”

Then she reached back and grabbed onto Anita’s pretty, but now ravaged, pussy. Her hand began its catfighter’s work of pain.

The brunette yelped in agony.

“No baby…no…”

She made a show of making her left hand into a claw in front of Anita.

“FUCK YOU SLUT!” she cried out and reached for Anita’s prefect tits.

She tore away at her opponents most sensitive areas without abandon. Her only thought was to make pain so her enemy would quit. Her nails went for areolas and clits, her fingers twisted, tore, pulled…

Anita went berserk in her pain. She thrashed in the pools of water, her sock clad feet pounded on the tiles and she bucked her body the best she could.

But it was no use.

Finally, Shyla felt her enemy literally break under her attack. The *snap* as the fight went out of her was almost palatable. She moaned piteously and just lie still.

“DO YOU QUIT? AM I THE BETTER WOMAN?”

“Yyyyy…yyy..es!”

“LOUDER CUNT, SUBMIT TO ME!”

“I QUIT, PLEASE STOP, I GIVE UP! YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME, PLEEEEEEEAAASSEE STOOOOOOOOOOOOP!”

“TELL ME AGAIN CUNT!” and she ratcheted up the holds a notch.

“OH GOD, PLEASE STOP, I QUIT, YOU CAN HAVE HIM I’M A LOOOOOOOOSER I QUIT!” And the brunette trailed off into a wail of defeat and agony.

Shyla smiled.

“Oh, but I don’t want him…SHUT UP LOSER SLUT!” and she let go of Anita’s pussy and tits and moved forward over the supine brunette into a traditional schoolgirl pin. She looked down into Anita’s blue/grey eyes. She still looked hot even with pink blood running across her face from her nose and mouth.

“…I want YOU!”

Anita looked back at Shyla in humiliation and resignation.

“Don’t worry loser, beating you made me so hot I won’t last long.” And she chuckled. “But if you try ANYTHING, and I mean ANY funny shit, I’ll make sure you can’t walk for a month!” and to prove her dominant point, she reached back and grabbed the brown haired woman’s pussy again.

“I w…w…won’t, please, just let this end, let me go…”

“SHUT UP BITCH, MORE LICKING, LESS WHINING!”

And so Shyla put her hot, wet box over the mouth of the beaten brunette and the blonde rode her defeated enemy into orgasmic oblivion.

She was correct in that it didn’t take long for Anita’s lapping tongue to bring her to a glorious ecstatic drenching, and Shyla threw her head back in the streaming water and gasped and moaned as her strong thighs tightened around Anita’s head.

But she hadn’t told the brunette she wasn’t going to be content at one. Again she forced her hot, sopping pussy all over the losing brunettes face, staring down again at Anita’s defeated eyes as the brunette pleasured her. The thought of her total victory over the brown haired woman’s perfect body made her explode again and then, quickly, in a third time.

“Oh God…well…at least you’re good for something you worthless shit.”

The blonde stood over her foe. Looking down at the spread eagled brunette, who was now quietly weeping.

“Get up slut!” and Shyla reached down and pulled Anita off the tiles by her nipple. The brunette came to a position on her knees in the water. Her head was down and Shyla could hear her hitching sobs.

“Christ, will you shut the fuck up! You’re such a pathetic slut!” the blonde sneered. She whipped her foot out, catching the brunette one last time, hitting her public area and stomach in the same shot. Shyla caught Anita by the hair as she fell forward and held her head up, making her look into the victorious blonde’s eyes.

“Good thing you’re in the shower cunt, you’re gonna need to clean up after this.”

And she clocked Anita in the side of the face with a vicious right hand.

She could see the water spray from the brunette’s whipping hair and blood fly across the shower from her mouth, and Anita spun to the floor and lay there, unconscious.

Shyla took a moment to make sure Anita wasn’t playing possum, then she turned the brunette loser over to her back so she didn’t drown in the pools of water forming by the drain. She put her foot on Anita’s face one last time, not minding at all the pink stains the loser’s blood got on her sock, they were ruined anyway.

She sneered down at Anita and walked away.

Well, almost. She couldn’t resist one last kick to those once amazing but now mauled and broken tits. The cunt didn’t even so much as moan.

She dried herself as best she could, sopped up the blood on her face and breasts with an extra towel, and got dressed as fast as possible. Shyla was still half sure somebody was going to bust in the door and, like, arrest her for assault on a cunt or something. She winced as she put on her tight jeans and even the silky lace of her top felt like fire on her own poor boobs .

The victorious blonde spared one last look at the brunette loser spread eagled in the still pounding water as she turned and walked out the door.

“Down the drain, cunt!”

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As Shyla left the woman’s dressing room, she saw the brunette’s boyfriend standing with his bag outside the men’s locker room.

He wasn’t the hottest thing ever, but she couldn’t resist. Frankly, she was still pretty fucking horny.

He looked up, saw her and despite the fact that she knew she looked like she had just gone through hell, he smiled. A nervous smile, but a smile.

“Excuse me, but is my…”

She walked up to him, grabbed his chin in her hands and made him look into her eyes.

“Stud, your…” and she snorted derisively, “girlfriend isn’t gonna be out for a while, or should I say she WILL be out for a while. You know, you could really do better. She talks a good game but…” and she turned every watt of her incredible kaleidoscope eyes on the stunned guy, “in the end, I think you need some real blonde pussy to make you happy.”

She deftly reached in her purse and whipped out a business card. She put it in his front pocket softly, running her hand on his thigh.

“Call me if you want a real woman.”

She strutted away, her tight ass swinging under her jeans, her perky but painful tits thrust up like a challenge.

“The cards were a nice touch. Not bad for a ten dollar investment. It’s awesome to finally hand one out.”

The card said:

“Shyla Stevens

Catfighter

Any day, any time, any place”

And gave the number of a prepaid phone she had bought just for this.

It was all she could do not to giggle as she walked to the door of the gym.

And her smile got even bigger when her phone started to ring.