Sister's Keeper - Chapter 6/Conclusion
by Damon

Jennifer reached down, fastened her strong hands about Kathleen's slender neck for the latest time, and started to squeeze, slowly and methodically, wanting to draw out her enemy's agony and make her suffer for as long as possible before the brunette finally expired. Kathleen, for her part, could only gasp in her opponent' s steely grip, her elbows pinned beneath the redhead's knees as she lay flat on her back on the basement carpet of Jennifer's home, pinned beneath her equally-nude opponent in what looked to be their last-ever encounter.

Kathleen started to gag as Jennifer began to work her thumbs into Kathleen's throat, the redhead's thumbs deftly massaging the brunette's windpipe in an undulating fashion, as she savored what she undoubtedly felt would be the last stranglehold she would ever perform on her long-time opponent. Jennifer wasn't sure if winning this fight would boost her into double-digits victories all-time over Kathleen, considering how many times the two women had fought over the months and years. She was still comfortably ahead in terms of wins—but after a few more minutes of relentless, unyielding pressure it wouldn't matter anymore. The fight would be over, and so would their rivalry—and Kathleen's life with them.

As had happened in their first fight on that small blue wrestling mat in the gym so long ago, Jennifer began to pull Kathleen's head up and then force it back down in a sickly, bobble-head doll fashion, as the redhead strangled the brunette to her heart's content. Jennifer's full breasts jiggled with each squeeze of her gripping hands, and she smiled iniquitously as she looked down upon her latest handiwork. Kathleen's brown eyes were shut tight as she suffered in her foe's grasp, and her swollen tongue now lolled lazily out of a corner of her mouth as she awaited her inexorable end. She tried to buck free beneath her tormentor, but after so much struggling this afternoon, it was hard to mount any kind of determined resistance.

And it wasn't just Jennifer that Kathleen had had to contend with this day. This particular encounter had not only had an audience, but an active third participant in the form of Jennifer's younger sister, Julie. The lithe brunette had tried to choke and strangle Kathleen herself several times, both as a solo act and in tandem with her sister. She had suffered herself in Kathleen's grasp more than once today, though, and now Jules was watching from the sidelines as her sister sought to put a final, fatal end to her longtime adversary. She smiled broadly as she watched the last event unfold, and she wondered how much longer it would be now …

"That a girl, Jenn," whispered Jules to herself, not watching to disturb her sister's concentration by speaking out of turn again.

Kathleen peered up hazily through dying eyes at Jennifer, who continued to meticulously choke the life from her foe. The redhead seemed to be in no great rush, but it was clear the end was approaching. Kathleen's mind swam, from all she had done in her life, to all she would now never do, her days finally coming to an end in her hated rival's powerful hands. It was a wonder it hadn't happened long before, with Jennifer having barehandedly strangled Kathleen so many times in their previous bouts. Kathleen had either broken free, or else been choked unconscious in all those previous encounters—but this time felt like the end.

And Jennifer, true to form, simply couldn't resist rubbing it in.

"I'm finally going to squeeze the f-cking life from you, Kath," chided the redhead , her green eyes dancing with glee, her wicked smile so wide it almost hurt her mouth. "Another minute or two and you're going to be nothing but a twisted little corpse."

She grinned again, venom practically dripping off her lips.

"I'm finally going to win—loser."

Kathleen glared up hatefully through her blurred vision into Jennifer's leering face. Though she couldn't see her, she was sure Jules was also nearby, leering as well, watching the other brunette's imminent demise.

Screw both these bitches, thought Kathleen—and then, now or never.

She twisted her head slightly side-to-side in her attacker's grasp, as if trying to ward off the anguish in her sore throat and burning lungs. Her eyes were closed again, and she began to twist more violently from side to side, a desperate plan now germinating in the fading recesses of her mind. It might already be too late, but what did she have to lose? She remembered her fight with Jennifer at the pool, particularly the part when she herself was being strangled by the redhead on the diving board, all those summer months ago …

Jennifer, for her part, would have none of Kathleen's last-ditch resistance. Even as Kathleen kept twisting, from her head down to her shoulders, Jennifer jammed her thumbs up underneath Kathleen's lower jaw to hold her victim's head in place, and then resumed squeezing her prey's vulnerable throat.

"Forget it, bitch," growled the redhead. "It's all over for you. It's all—"

She felt a sudden shift in weight beneath her, and the redhead's boasting was cut short as she suddenly felt small, sharp knives piercing her thick nipples. She shrieked at the pain, and then looked down to see Kathleen' s short but sharp thumbnails stabbing into those self-same, unprotected nipples. She then looked up slightly to see Kathleen grinning evilly, the brunette having once again fooled the overconfident redhead into thinking she was finished.

Had Jennifer pinned Kathleen's shoulders beneath her thighs, escape would have been virtually impossible; but by pinning only Kathleen's elbows under her knees, she had given the brunette a small but viable window of opportunity. Just as in their pool fight, Kathleen had distracted Jennifer from her true intentions—back then it had been pulling Jennifer's scarlet hair before launching a punch that sent both naked beauties sprawling off of the diving board. Now it was Kathleen having twisted her head and shoulders about just long and just violently enough to divert her enemy's attention and allow the brunette to slip her arms free from beneath the redhead's knees.

Jenn growled again despite her pain, and pressed her thumbs even harder into Kathleen's throat—but now Kathleen was stabbing her thumbnails even harder into Jenn's erect nipples, the flesh there even more sensitive than that of her breasts, and the redhead was ultimately forced to free up her left hand to try and pull the brunette's hands away from her chest. Kathleen then shifted her defense, pulling both her hands away to grip the wrist of the hand that was still ensconced about her throat. With one savage tug she pulled it free of her slender neck, Kathleen's hands still encircling Jennifer's wrist and holding her in place.

Kathleen then took further advantage of Jennifer's preoccupation to wrench her right leg free from underneath the redhead as the brunette leaned to her left. She brought that leg up high, her slender calf coming across Jennifer's face to rest on the redhead's right collarbone. The brunette then rolled hard to her right, taking Jennifer down with her, and kept rolling over until she was sitting atop her enemy. Kathleen snarled and squeezed her hands about Jennifer's neck, but the brunette knew she didn't have much energy left to strangle with after pulling a stunt like that, as Jenn began trying to claw her way free of her attacker's grip. She would have to do something else to finish Jennifer off, and quickly.

Julie sat incredulous just a short distance away, disbelieving that the other brunette had been able to turn the tables like that when it appeared her life's end had been all but assured. Still reeling from the strangling she had received at Kathleen's hands, Jules nonetheless managed to get to her feet and began to painfully make her way over to where the two other women were at war, ready to aid her sister again.

Unfortunately for Jules, Kathleen heard and saw her coming, having already suffered mightily from Jules' previous sneak attacks. She rose up slightly off of her redheaded opponent, taking care to slam her left knee against Jennifer's jaw to leave her momentarily stunned and prevent any counterattack while she took Julie on one more time. Kathleen then turned snarling towards the other brunette as Jules advanced on her, arms outstretched.

Jules never had a chance.

Before Jules could reach her opponent, Kathleen lashed out with her right leg and sent her heel crashing off of Jules' chin.

"F-ck off, bitch!" she cried out as her kick sent Jules sprawling back onto the carpet.

The other brunette hit hard on her back and lay there stunned. She tried to rise, her arms and legs all akimbo—but the blow Jules had just sustained had been too much for her battered body, unused to the strains of all-out catfighting as she was, and she collapsed unconscious.

Kathleen smiled with weary, reserved delight as her first opponent of the day was now finally out of the fight. She looked down to see a dazed Jennifer nonetheless reaching up, ostensibly for her opponent's breasts and throat—but Kathleen merely seized the redhead by the wrists and pinned her down.

"Not happening, bitch," she rebuked her longtime foe. "Not today."

As she knelt slightly over the redhead, her feet perched forwards on the floor, Kathleen still knew she didn't have enough strength left to choke Jennifer out. She thought for a moment and then grinned sinisterly, with more than a little exhaustion this time out, as she recalled her favorite finishing move and knew that once again it would suffice for her needs.

"Lights out—loser," she snapped.

Releasing Jennifer's wrists, Kathleen spun herself 180 degrees and then lowered her luscious rear-end square atop the redhead's face. She reached forward, grasped Jennifer by the ankles, and lifted the redhead's long legs high into the air as she rocked back and forth, face-sitting Jennifer into oblivion.

Kathleen grinned again, squeezing Jennifer's ankles in both hands as she continued to mash and grind her sweet cheeks against the redhead's countenance. Kathleen knew it was only a matter of time now, although the fight wasn't completely finished just yet. She felt groping along her stomach, a sensation of something traveling up her body, and she looked down to see Jennifer's hands latching onto her bare breasts and squeezing them in a final act of defiance.

Kathleen grimaced and even gave a small grunt as Jennifer's fingers sank into her unprotected flesh one last time. The brunette nonetheless continued to rock away as if she were sitting on a sliding seat. She held Jennifer's legs aloft, and ignored the squeezing of her own breasts and even the pinching of her nipples as best she could. She rocked harder and harder, using up the last vestiges of her strength, pouring everything she had into ass-smothering the redhead one more time.

Jenn's grip grew softer, her hold on Kath's breasts weakened as her air supply was stagnated. A minute later and the redhead's hands finally fell away from her rival's ample chest, and she slipped into sweet unconsciousness like her sister had moments before.

Kathleen finally relented another half-minute later, making sure this fight was finally and truly over, before she fell forwards herself, exhausted by her efforts. She managed to shuffle her way on her backside towards the far wall, as she rubbed her raw throat and looked down upon her sleek naked shape to see it decorated with violet bruises, crimson scratches and other souvenirs of today's festivities. She could only muse what her neck and throat looked like after being strangled so many times, but she knew it wouldn't be a pleasant site. Beads of sweat cascaded down her shapely naked form, from her hair and forehead, down her shoulders and over her breasts to her long legs, tight ass, and already-moist snatch

Despite her fatigue, the brunette began to make her way up the stairs, to her clothing, her car and freedom. She had absolutely nothing left in the tank, nothing at all to fight with—and if either of her opponents had roused herself from her unconsciousness, Kathleen wouldn't have been able to fend her off.

I was lucky, thought Kathleen to herself. Damn lucky.

Julie herself almost finished me off on her own, and then Jennifer, then both of them together, then Jenn again. It was mostly through sheer dumb luck I survived today, and I can't count on that happening again. Not if they both come after me again two-on-one, which they probably will after what happened down here.

She mused several possible solutions—and then she sighed, with more than a little bit of resignation.

I think I'm going to need some help.

END