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If you had some dude present himself as a 16 year old girl online and commissioned questionable fetish lesbian porn that involves violence towards women, and wrote stories in one of which at least one character is named after his ex-wife, do you REALLY think this is as deep as the Grummz iceberg goes?
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If you proclaim total Endsieg over Wokeism and lock your replies, nobody can reply. That means you win. Twitter logic.
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More like pussy logic, since this is like blocking someone.
I do love it that one of his cockwarmers popped up and now trying to act like the dev was spreading lies, when it was actual material about him.
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Jacqueline arranged her dress, smoothed her stockings, and waited with almost unbearable tension as the horse-drawn carriage clattered its way down the streets of Paris. Snow fell in large, drifty flakes from the night sky, dusting the streets with white powder. The gas-lamps of the city cast a warm, flickering glow across her creamy white skin, highlighting her high cheeks and illuminating her dark eyes with tiny pin-points of bright flame. With one hand she brushed aside her long, ebony curled bangs from the side of her delicate face as she leaned out to call to the driver.
“How much longer to Lady Colette’s?” she asked.
The driver was silent for a moment before answering her. “We have almost arrived, Lady Jacqueline, but I do not think you should do this.”
“I have wanted to do this ever since I met that blonde whore. She has disparaged my honor, and I must not let that go unchallenged. I will not let that tramp call me loose and wanton behind my back!” huffed Jacqueline.
“As you say, Madame.” The driver said as he hid his smile from his mistress. Everybody knew that Jacqueline actually was the town trollop, but finally someone had called her out, embarrassing her in the high social circles of Paris. “We are here,” he said.
Inside the mansion that was Lady Colette’s winter home in Paris, Isabella helped to prepare her mistress for Jacqueline’s arrival. She was dressed as a proper French maid, with a black, ruffled dress cut with a low bust line and a high ruffled skirt.
As Colette powdered her face and applied her rouge, Isabella took her hair up and teased it into place. “It’s better to wear it high, Madame, so as to put it out of reach of your enemy.”
Colette turned and smiled. Her youthful face beamed with joy for Isabella. She reached out with her gloved hand and bent Isabella to her lips before kissing her tenderly. “Thank you, my dear. You are always looking out for me.”
Isabella returned her mistress’ kiss with passion, and for a moment the two were silent as they hungrily kissed each other’s lips. Isabella softly caressed Colette’s naked breasts. “You must be careful of these. She will try to hurt you here,” she said as she lightly traced Colette’s nipples with her nails.
Breaking the kiss, Colette rose naked from her dressing table and turned to the full-length mirror on the wall. Her sleek body was toned and lithe, with large high breasts and full hips that tapered into smooth, long legs. She turned, and rested her hands gently on Isabella’s shoulders.
“I will be careful, Isabella. Thank you for your help and your advice. I have never fought a woman before, and I benefit from your wisdom in these street matters.”
“We servants are always getting into fights, Madame. The thing to remember is that when girls fight, there are no rules. Men will talk of tradition and rules when dueling, but there is no such thing when a woman’s honor is at stake.” Isabella’s eyes fell to the floor.
“Don’t worry for me, Isabella,” Colette smiled again. “My hatred for Jacqueline will sustain me. Now, help me into my garments.”
Isabella went to the wardrobe and laid out her mistress’ corset, stockings, and silk panties. The elaborate preparation was necessary, as each woman wanted to show that she was the most beautiful, the most radiant, and the most superior in every way.
After lightly powdering Colette’s body, Isabella slipped on the tight hourglass shaped corset and drew the laces together. Colette let out a gasp as her maid pulled hard on the strings, cinching her waist and pushing up her already ample bosom until they bulged invitingly from the top of the corset.
“Where is your mistress?” demanded Jacqueline as she roughly tossed her hat and shawl to Isabella. They stood in the study, where a fire roared across the large room and the shades were drawn on the windows. The furniture had been pushed to the sides, and a large oriental rug was laid out in the center of the room to serve as an impromptu arena for their combat.
“She begs that you await her here while she completes her preparations, my lady.”
“She will be begging for more than that once I had beaten her senseless,” Jacqueline sneered.
“Yes, Madame,” Isabella managed to say, although seething with anger at Jacqueline’s insult.
Just then the doors to the study opened, and Colette entered, her beautiful yellow dress trailing behind her and rustling as she strode rapidly into the room.
The two studied each other for a moment. Both women were tall for their sex, and made taller so by the long heels they wore. They were statuesque and bore almost classical features in their young faces, their skin fair and smooth as alabaster. Colette had the more ample bosom, but Jacqueline’s own breasts were proud and firm in their own right. Jacqueline had worn her hair down, its length spilling across her naked shoulders, while Colette had hers tied up, which was necessary since her golden locks usually reached to her buttocks if she let them down.
On some silent signal, they began to undress. They detached their skirts and threw them aside. As they removed their dresses, neither could keep their eyes from the other, as if daring the other to look away. They stripped with eager intent, casting aside their dresses until they were dressed only in their corsets, panties and stockings. They kept their heels, as each contemplated if the other would use them in combat. Thus revealed they regarded each other again. Colette was slender but not thin, and looked fast and sleek as a cat in her white corset and stocking.
Jacqueline was also well figured, but had slightly fuller hips and round, powerful looking thighs with well defined calves. Her corset and stockings were as black as the deepest velvet.
“Leave us,” Jacqueline hissed to Isabella.
“I am to stay to observe and bear witness to the victor,” Isabella stated simply.
Jacqueline whirled on one heel and sharply cracked the back of her hand across Isabella’s cheek, knocking her almost to the ground.
“I said to leave, you Italian slut!”
Isabella’s eyes flashed and she rose as if to launch herself at the French hellcat when Colette intervened. “Leave us, Isabella. The victor will be clear enough. Lock the door on your way out, and do not interfere no matter what you hear, until one of us has left the room.”
Isabella hesitated, and looked like she wanted to say something. But she bit her lip instead and withdrew from the study. With a click, the door was locked, leaving the two women alone.
“You should not have struck her, Jacqueline. I will repay you in kind tonight for the cruelty you have shown my maid.”
“Colette, you simple bitch. It is I who will be leaving this study victorious tonight, and you will be left weeping for your Italian whore.”
“Enough!” shouted Colette as she lunged towards Jacqueline. The two women tumbled to the floor as Colette dug her hands into her rival’s hair, pulling and scratching as they rolled around on the ornate rug.
Their stocking legs weaved and slid against each other as they searched for the opportunity to kick vulnerable spots or squeeze soft waists and thighs. Jacqueline bared her bright red nails and brought them to Colette’s angelic face, now twisted in fury, and sought to scratch and gouge her pretty green eyes. Colette barely managed to avoid this, grasping at her opponent’s wrists in a frantic attempt to keep them at bay, even as they tumbled furiously, rolling here and there across the carpet. Their shrieks and screams filled the air as they fought with animalistic passion, each seeking to absolutely destroy the other.
Colette twisted herself free, and Jacqueline sprang to her knees beside the roaring fire. The red glow of the flames flickered hungrily across the combatants and set their heaving bodies aglow in angry red light. Jacqueline sprung forwards like a jaguar, snarling as she buried her hands in her rival’s blonde tresses. Colette lashed out with her fist, and a dull crack resounded as her knuckles connected with Jacqueline’s stomach. Colette gasped and drew her fist back in pain. In the heat of their struggle, she had forgotten the whalebone that lie inside all corsets to help keep their shape; it proved as hard as armor in a strip that ran down the front of their corsets.
Jacqueline smirked as she tore at Colette’s hair, “You silly girl, now I’ll show you where it’s nice and soft!” she breathed in her ear. Freeing one hand from Colette’s hair, she balled a fist with the other and sent it hurtling into the side of Colette’s narrow waist. The blow sunk in just below her ribs, forcing a gasp from Colette’s scarlet lips. Before she could recover her breath, Jacqueline sent another blow smashing into her kidney. Colette sagged limply against Jacqueline’s chest, but was hauled up again by her hair only to suffer another terrible blow thudding into the back of her small waist.
She bit her lip and fought to stay upright on her knees even as Jacqueline increased the pace of her blows, battering Colette’s aching sides. Desperately she summoned her strength, and reaching around Jacqueline, began to pummel her own fists into Jacqueline’s back. The two woman ignored the pain of the others blows, and were frantically punching and pounding at each other’s kidney’s and backs, each blow eliciting a gasp from the other, only to be returned in kind.
They staggered and swayed on their knees, holding each other up by the roots of their lustrous hair. Colette’s braids became undone, and her hair trailed beautifully down the small of her back, stopping just above her heart shaped ass that shook with every blow. Their sultry eyes buried themselves like daggers in each other’s stare, and Jacqueline howled and snarled with anger. Colette reached up with both hands and yanked Jacqueline’s head down low, exposing her back as she struggled to say upright. Jumping up, Colette’s drove her elbow deep into her rival’s back, which landed with a sickening thud. Jacqueline coughed once, and Colette crashed her elbow again into her spine, knocking her down onto the rug.
Jacqueline groaned and lay sprawled out on the floor, her arms feebly trying to prop herself up. Colette move up and clamped her thighs around Jacqueline’s head in a kneeling position. She drew her legs tightly together, trapping Jacqueline’s head, and began to squeeze her smooth thighs together. Jacqueline groaned again, and her hands scrambled to try and pry Colette’s thighs apart. The soft embrace became a tortuous vice that choked the air from Jacqueline’s lungs and turned her face beet red.
Jacqueline dug her claws into the back Colette’s thighs, scratching desperately at the insides of those creamy limbs to escape the hold even as she moaned. Colette shrieked but refused to relent, and clamped her thighs together even harder. Reaching down across her back, Colette grabbed Jacqueline’s panties with vicious intent, yanking them hard into the crack of her rival’s round ass. The fabric dug painfully into Jacqueline’s pussy and ass, and Colette pulled harder until the bunched up fabric formed a silky rope that dug into and parted the soft lips of Jacqueline’s womanhood and tore at her soft slit.
Jacqueline screamed as her head was crushed and the furious Colette savaged her pussy with her own panties. She sunk her nails into Colette’s creamy ass cheeks and tore at the soft skin in frustration and pain. Desperately, she slid her hand beneath the soft fabric of Colette’s panties, her hand searching. Suddenly, Colette shrieked and let loose a keening wail! Jacqueline hand slipped her finger into the blonde bitches’ anus and was pumping it in and out, her nail scratching at the delicate insides of Colette’s private region.
Colette thrashed and pounded the mat with her feet as Jacqueline ravaged her anus. She tried to keep the pressure on Jacqueline’s head, bearing down to make her stop, but Jacqueline’s finger was like an unstoppable piston, scratching and sliding in and out of Colette. Finally, she could bear no more and rolled off of Jacqueline, the finger sliding out of its tortured hole. She cried a little as she clutched her hands between her legs, trying to sooth the pain. Jacqueline lay breathless on the mat, her chest heaving in huge gasps as she sprawled motionless trying to regain her energy.
“You fucking bitch!” cried Colette, leaping to her feet. Jacqueline quickly stood up to meet Colette’s charge, and the momentum threw both combatants into the large reading chair in the corner of the room. Jacqueline landed hard into the chair, sinking into the deep upholstery. Colette was screaming madly as she tore at Jacqueline’s hair. Sliding her legs up on either side of the chair, an exhausted Jacqueline managed to slip her legs around the waist of her opponent and bring them together in a devastating waist scissors.
Colette stopped her hair pulling immediately as the pain shot through her spine. Her back arched painfully as Jacqueline, still seated in the chair, poured the pressure into her powerful thighs. Colette shouted and scrabbled at Jacqueline’s stocking legs with her nails as the crushing scissors wrapped around her waist like a python. Jacqueline locked her shapely calves together behind Colette’s back to add even more leverage to the deadly hold.
Colette moaned and struggled to separate Jacqueline’s long legs. The tight corset that constricted her waist only aided her foe in crushing her waist and ribs. The tight lacing drew even tighter as Jacqueline squeezed and squeezed, racking Colette with intense pain and causing her to throw her head back and wail. Colette dug furiously into Jacqueline’s legs with her emerald green nails, digging deep rips into the silk stocking. This only served to infuriate Jacqueline, who then reached up with both hand and gripped the top of Colette’s tight corset, yanking it down.
Colette’s large breasts spilled out from the top of the corset, exposing her large rosy nipples. The hard corset now dug in painfully beneath her breasts, pushing them up as if in ripe offering to her opponent. With a flash of recognition, fear spread into Colette’s mind as she remembered Isabella’s warning about her breasts being targets during the battle. She screamed even before Jacqueline thrust her red nails deep into Colette’s mounds, gripping them with her claws and sinking her nails into the top of those luscious orbs.
Trapped in Jacqueline’s shapely legs, her breasts on fire from the tremendous gripping pressure being applied by her rival’s talons, Colette struggled like a trapped animal, her long silky hair whipping from side to side. She grabbed at Jacqueline’s wrists, trying to pry away the iron hold that threatened to burst her tits. With no escape in sight, Colette had to retaliate. Reaching up, she tore at the low top of Jacqueline’s corset until she had exposed the brunette’s own smaller, but firm tits.
Latching on, Colette dug her fingers deep into the soft flesh of Jacqueline’s mounds. Jacqueline gasped but continued to crush Colette’s waist with her legs while stabbing her nails into her breasts, which now had little crimson welts where the nails had scraped the tender flesh. It was a contest to see who would surrender first to the tit mauling, but the scissors on Colette was giving Jacqueline a decided advantage. Colette could barely breath, and she needed to up the ante or be forced to submit. She released one of Jacqueline’s breasts, which now bore stark white marks where Colette’s fingers had been squeezing moments before. She then brought both hands to bear on Jacqueline’s left tit, clasping her fingers together as they wrapped around that pleasure orb until it bulged from the pressure.
Jacqueline groaned from the double-fisted grip on her mammary. It was starting to turn red from the pressure and was becoming very sensitive. Colette could tell from the way that Jacqueline was starting to whimper that she was winning this breast war. She was surprised, however, to find that both their nipples had become hard and erect from the abuse they were enduring. Changing tactics, she released Jacqueline’s throbbing tit and began pinching and pulling at her nipples. The soft flesh was yielding, and Jacqueline wailed as Colette stretched her engorged nipples almost to the breaking point. Colette released them and they slammed back painfully into shape, only to be yanked up again by a clawing Colette who by now was using her long nails to dig into the sensitive area around Jacqueline’s areola.
Jacqueline fought back, cupping each of Colette’s breasts in her hands and digging her nails into the soft flesh underneath those huge mounds of milky flesh. With a final cry, she released the scissor hold around Colette’s aching waist and bunched her knees up underneath her, shoving her sharp heels into Colette’s breasts and kicking her away from the chair.
Colette screamed as she fell, and quickly inspected her red and puffy breasts. The heels had left deep scratches across her nipples, tracing up along her breasts and chest, and her tits burned from the abuse they had suffered at Jacqueline’s nails. Her ribs felt sore from the brutal scissors she had endured, and the corset now felt like it was a size tighter than before.
Jacqueline herself was moaning and holding her tits, still slumped in the chair. She rose up after a moment, still holding her left tit, and the women began to circle each other, looking for the next opening of attack.
It was Jacqueline that lunged first, barreling headlong into Colette and knocking the women to the floor. They struggled for position, twisting this way and that as their feminine bodies were forced into terrible contortions as they fought for advantage. They struggled side by side until Jacqueline managed to wrap her sexy but deadly thighs around Colette’s head, trapping her in a headlock. But Colette was determined not to be put at a disadvantage, and wrapped her own soft thighs around Jacqueline’s own head.
Side by side, the two women rolled on the carpet, locked in mutual head-scissors in a 69 position. They clawed at the vulnerable inner thighs of their adversary, and dug their nails into each other’s sculpted ass cheeks in an effort to inflict enough pain to escape. They tore at each other’s silk panties until only shreds remained, and then attacked each other where they instinctively knew the other was most vulnerable.
Almost simultaneously, Colette and Jacqueline jabbed their fingers into each other’s pussy, spreading their lips and seeking an opening to the velvety insides of their vaginas. Both girls screamed in outrage as their probing fingers found each other’s slit. Jacqueline tugged at Colette’s labia, twisting it and digging in her nails in the soft love flesh, while Colette frantically searched for Jacqueline’s clit, and stabbed at it with her long nails. Their legs
fell to the side, the mutual head scissors forgotten, as both women found new prey for their feline fury.
The pain was excruciating, and both women were yelling at the top of their lungs as they dove into each other’s mounds with rending and tearing claws. Colette was on top, and used her open hand to slap at Jacqueline’s womanhood, each stinging blow bringing Jacqueline to the brink of tears, while Jacqueline forced one, and then two fingers into Colette’s dry pussy.
Colette gasped with surprise and pain as Jacqueline’s digits invaded her womanhood, and she took three of her own fingers and jabbed them viciously into Jacqueline’s mound. She forced them deeper and deeper as Jacqueline did the same, both women raping each other with their fingers. Their dry pussies made the penetration extremely painful, and each used their nails to scrape at the insides of the other, tearing screams from Colette’s lips and gasps and yells from Jacqueline.
Almost as if in natural defense, both their slits started to gleam with wetness, and soon Colette found her fingers were gliding easily inside Jacqueline. Taking advantage of her wetness, Colette shoved ever deeper and faster into Jacqueline’s twat, while Jacqueline did the same to Colette. With every thrust they poured their venomous anger, and each made sure to dig their nails into the soft inner walls as they did so, and each was now crying from the terrible pain and the shame of the intense violation they visited upon each other.
Jacqueline, while reaming Colette, remembered how the other girl had hated her earlier invasion of her ass. Keeping her fingers buried inside Colette, she jammed her thumb into Colette anus and pinched her hand together, holding onto her pussy and anus like a bowling ball. Colette shrieked and thrashed while Jacqueline used her nails and vice-like grip to torture the blonde tramp.
Colette was sobbing openly now, her chest heaving and the tears streaking her make-up. “Stop! Please stop!” she shrieked as Jacqueline continued to tear at her anus and pussy. Colette released her hold on Jacqueline’s twat and rolled on her back, but Jacqueline followed, refusing to release her own clawing grip on Colette’s privates.
“You’re killing me! Stop! Oh God!” Colette whimpered. But with a cruel smile, Jacqueline only thrust her fingers and thumb deeper into Colette.
“Don’t be such a crybaby. This won’t kill you, but it may make end your love life.” Jacqueline popped her fingers out from Colette and shoved them at her face. “Smell yourself!” she spat. “Smell the scent of the whore that you are!”
“Please, no more. I beg you!”
Jacqueline was silent as she turned to sit on Colette chest, kneeling to pin her foe’s arms with her legs. She inched up on the sobbing Colette until her dripping pussy was directly over Colette’s tear-streaked face. Gingerly, she lowered herself onto Colette, smothering her cries and gasping with pleasure as her slit brushed across Colette’s fine features.
Rocking back and forth, she began to pleasure herself as she sat on Colette’s face, rubbing her engorged lips across Colette’s nose and lips. “Lick it,” she demanded, and an obedient and subdued Colette tentatively flicked her tongue out, probing Jacqueline’s wet slit with her mouth.
Jacqueline moaned and sighed as she rubbed her pussy all over Colette’s face, while Colette tongued her pussy and clit. Faster and faster she rocked against Colette until her moans grew and her body began to shudder in expectation of a tremendous orgasm. Jacqueline was so wrapped up in her own pleasure that she never heard the latch of the door open, and Isabella creep quietly in.
Isabella inched up slowly behind Jacqueline and her prone mistress. The fury and hatred in her eyes were mixed with tears she had shed when she had heard her mistress screaming capitulation through the study door. Jacqueline was arching her back and riding Colette’s face, moaning with pleasure and oblivious to Isabella’s vengeful intent.
With a scream, Isabella dove on top of a shocked Jacqueline, pulling her hair back and digging her nails into Jacqueline’s already battered left tit. Both girls sat astride a stunned Colette, fighting and clawing. Jacqueline reached behind to grab at Isabella hair, but the more experience Isabella ducked her head out of the way while yanking back hard on Jacqueline’s raven tresses. With her other hand, Isabella attacked Jacqueline’s breast ruthlessly, digging her nails in and drawing bright beads of blood.
Letting go of Jacqueline’s hair, she kept on hand on her breast to control her while she thrust the other down into Jacqueline’s dripping wet pussy that was still hovering over Colette’s face. “Take a good look, Madam. This is how you maul a pussy!” And with that she shoved her fingers into Jacqueline’s slit and pumped her until Jacqueline shuddered and moaned in intense orgasm.
“It’s always more sensitive once you make them cum.” Isabella explained. Jacqueline tensed in horror, knowing what was coming, as Isabella used her forefinger and thumb to roughly grab the brunette’s enlarged clit. The cry that wrenched from Jacqueline’s lips was so loud that it echoed throughout the study as Isabella pinched her clit with her nails while simultaneously raking her claws against Jacqueline’s black and blue breasts.
Standing up, Isabella looked down on a sobbing Jacqueline before she raised her heel and kicked her to the ground. “I will teach you to remember never to cross my mistress again,” she spat as Jacqueline sprawled to the ground. “Help me, Madam. Hold her leg.”
Each girl took hold of one of Jacqueline’s legs, wrapping her stocking ankles under their arms and grabbing them with both hands to get a secure grip. “Now pull!” Colette and Isabella yanked hard on Jacqueline’s long and curvy legs, splitting them apart at the crotch while Jacqueline lay on her back and gasped with pain. The cords of her muscles stood taut inside her soft, alabaster thighs, and her pussy lay dangerously exposed.
Standing on either side of her, the women started to rain kicks down between Jacqueline’s legs. First Isabelle would demonstrate, lashing out and connecting with the tip of her toe against Jacqueline’s still wet mound. Jacqueline screamed when the shoe connected and parted her love lips, burying itself in her pussy. “Aim for her clit.” Isabelle said, and Colette would grin and send her shoe deep into the folds of her enemies’ slit, sending Jacqueline screaming as her ass was lifted off the floor with the force of each blow.
“If you are wearing heels in a fight, you should use them.” Isabelle instructed. Still holding Jacqueline’s legs, she hiked up her skirt and placed the spiked heel of her shoe against Jacqueline’s left tit, centering it on her nipple. Colette did the same with the right, and both girls began to apply slow pressure with their feet, sinking their spiked heels into Jacqueline’s sensitive nipples until Jacqueline tits caved inwards around the points of the heels, her nipples pressed in painfully. The tortured girl moaned and cried out from the twin points of fire that raged in her chest.
“Now, finish her. Make her remember that she must never challenge you again.”
Colette thought for a moment while Jacqueline whimpered on the ground.
Grasping both her legs, Colette centered herself so that she had a clear view of Jacqueline’s crotch, and jammed her spiked heel into Jacqueline’s slit. Jacqueline’s mound exploded in pain as the heel dug deep within her vagina, the sharp point digging into her soft flesh. Colette ignored the screams and began to kick Jacqueline in the pussy, her heel still imbedded in that wet slit, so that each thrust of Colette’s shapely leg sent her shoe slamming against Jacqueline’s pubic mound while her heel dug deeper into her pussy.
Jacqueline was close to passing out, and could only groan with each penetrating shove. Colette would revive her by grinding her heel against Jacqueline’s mound until she woke up screaming, only to pass out again. After about five minutes of this, Colette slipped her heel out of Jacqueline’s pussy and let her legs drop limply to the floor.
“Thank you, Isabella, for being such a great teacher,” she smiled as she kissed her maid.
“It is only my duty, Madam, “ Isabella smiled as she led her still battered mistress out of the study and towards the bedroom. “What shall I do with this trash?”
“Send for her driver and tell him to pick her up. You needn’t bother yourself with the mess. Besides, I have other duties for you to attend to,” purred Colette as she steered Isabella towards the poster bed, and closed the bedroom door behind them.
- The End -
Jacqueline arranged her dress, smoothed her stockings, and waited with almost unbearable tension as the horse-drawn carriage clattered its way down the streets of Paris. Snow fell in large, drifty flakes from the night sky, dusting the streets with white powder. The gas-lamps of the city cast a warm, flickering glow across her creamy white skin, highlighting her high cheeks and illuminating her dark eyes with tiny pin-points of bright flame. With one hand she brushed aside her long, ebony curled bangs from the side of her delicate face as she leaned out to call to the driver.
“How much longer to Lady Colette’s?” she asked.
The driver was silent for a moment before answering her. “We have almost arrived, Lady Jacqueline, but I do not think you should do this.”
“I have wanted to do this ever since I met that blonde whore. She has disparaged my honor, and I must not let that go unchallenged. I will not let that tramp call me loose and wanton behind my back!” huffed Jacqueline.
“As you say, Madame.” The driver said as he hid his smile from his mistress. Everybody knew that Jacqueline actually was the town trollop, but finally someone had called her out, embarrassing her in the high social circles of Paris. “We are here,” he said.
Inside the mansion that was Lady Colette’s winter home in Paris, Isabella helped to prepare her mistress for Jacqueline’s arrival. She was dressed as a proper French maid, with a black, ruffled dress cut with a low bust line and a high ruffled skirt.
As Colette powdered her face and applied her rouge, Isabella took her hair up and teased it into place. “It’s better to wear it high, Madame, so as to put it out of reach of your enemy.”
Colette turned and smiled. Her youthful face beamed with joy for Isabella. She reached out with her gloved hand and bent Isabella to her lips before kissing her tenderly. “Thank you, my dear. You are always looking out for me.”
Isabella returned her mistress’ kiss with passion, and for a moment the two were silent as they hungrily kissed each other’s lips. Isabella softly caressed Colette’s naked breasts. “You must be careful of these. She will try to hurt you here,” she said as she lightly traced Colette’s nipples with her nails.
Breaking the kiss, Colette rose naked from her dressing table and turned to the full-length mirror on the wall. Her sleek body was toned and lithe, with large high breasts and full hips that tapered into smooth, long legs. She turned, and rested her hands gently on Isabella’s shoulders.
“I will be careful, Isabella. Thank you for your help and your advice. I have never fought a woman before, and I benefit from your wisdom in these street matters.”
“We servants are always getting into fights, Madame. The thing to remember is that when girls fight, there are no rules. Men will talk of tradition and rules when dueling, but there is no such thing when a woman’s honor is at stake.” Isabella’s eyes fell to the floor.
“Don’t worry for me, Isabella,” Colette smiled again. “My hatred for Jacqueline will sustain me. Now, help me into my garments.”
Isabella went to the wardrobe and laid out her mistress’ corset, stockings, and silk panties. The elaborate preparation was necessary, as each woman wanted to show that she was the most beautiful, the most radiant, and the most superior in every way.
After lightly powdering Colette’s body, Isabella slipped on the tight hourglass shaped corset and drew the laces together. Colette let out a gasp as her maid pulled hard on the strings, cinching her waist and pushing up her already ample bosom until they bulged invitingly from the top of the corset.
“Where is your mistress?” demanded Jacqueline as she roughly tossed her hat and shawl to Isabella. They stood in the study, where a fire roared across the large room and the shades were drawn on the windows. The furniture had been pushed to the sides, and a large oriental rug was laid out in the center of the room to serve as an impromptu arena for their combat.
“She begs that you await her here while she completes her preparations, my lady.”
“She will be begging for more than that once I had beaten her senseless,” Jacqueline sneered.
“Yes, Madame,” Isabella managed to say, although seething with anger at Jacqueline’s insult.
Just then the doors to the study opened, and Colette entered, her beautiful yellow dress trailing behind her and rustling as she strode rapidly into the room.
The two studied each other for a moment. Both women were tall for their sex, and made taller so by the long heels they wore. They were statuesque and bore almost classical features in their young faces, their skin fair and smooth as alabaster. Colette had the more ample bosom, but Jacqueline’s own breasts were proud and firm in their own right. Jacqueline had worn her hair down, its length spilling across her naked shoulders, while Colette had hers tied up, which was necessary since her golden locks usually reached to her buttocks if she let them down.
On some silent signal, they began to undress. They detached their skirts and threw them aside. As they removed their dresses, neither could keep their eyes from the other, as if daring the other to look away. They stripped with eager intent, casting aside their dresses until they were dressed only in their corsets, panties and stockings. They kept their heels, as each contemplated if the other would use them in combat. Thus revealed they regarded each other again. Colette was slender but not thin, and looked fast and sleek as a cat in her white corset and stocking.
Jacqueline was also well figured, but had slightly fuller hips and round, powerful looking thighs with well defined calves. Her corset and stockings were as black as the deepest velvet.
“Leave us,” Jacqueline hissed to Isabella.
“I am to stay to observe and bear witness to the victor,” Isabella stated simply.
Jacqueline whirled on one heel and sharply cracked the back of her hand across Isabella’s cheek, knocking her almost to the ground.
“I said to leave, you Italian slut!”
Isabella’s eyes flashed and she rose as if to launch herself at the French hellcat when Colette intervened. “Leave us, Isabella. The victor will be clear enough. Lock the door on your way out, and do not interfere no matter what you hear, until one of us has left the room.”
Isabella hesitated, and looked like she wanted to say something. But she bit her lip instead and withdrew from the study. With a click, the door was locked, leaving the two women alone.
“You should not have struck her, Jacqueline. I will repay you in kind tonight for the cruelty you have shown my maid.”
“Colette, you simple bitch. It is I who will be leaving this study victorious tonight, and you will be left weeping for your Italian whore.”
“Enough!” shouted Colette as she lunged towards Jacqueline. The two women tumbled to the floor as Colette dug her hands into her rival’s hair, pulling and scratching as they rolled around on the ornate rug.
Their stocking legs weaved and slid against each other as they searched for the opportunity to kick vulnerable spots or squeeze soft waists and thighs. Jacqueline bared her bright red nails and brought them to Colette’s angelic face, now twisted in fury, and sought to scratch and gouge her pretty green eyes. Colette barely managed to avoid this, grasping at her opponent’s wrists in a frantic attempt to keep them at bay, even as they tumbled furiously, rolling here and there across the carpet. Their shrieks and screams filled the air as they fought with animalistic passion, each seeking to absolutely destroy the other.
Colette twisted herself free, and Jacqueline sprang to her knees beside the roaring fire. The red glow of the flames flickered hungrily across the combatants and set their heaving bodies aglow in angry red light. Jacqueline sprung forwards like a jaguar, snarling as she buried her hands in her rival’s blonde tresses. Colette lashed out with her fist, and a dull crack resounded as her knuckles connected with Jacqueline’s stomach. Colette gasped and drew her fist back in pain. In the heat of their struggle, she had forgotten the whalebone that lie inside all corsets to help keep their shape; it proved as hard as armor in a strip that ran down the front of their corsets.
Jacqueline smirked as she tore at Colette’s hair, “You silly girl, now I’ll show you where it’s nice and soft!” she breathed in her ear. Freeing one hand from Colette’s hair, she balled a fist with the other and sent it hurtling into the side of Colette’s narrow waist. The blow sunk in just below her ribs, forcing a gasp from Colette’s scarlet lips. Before she could recover her breath, Jacqueline sent another blow smashing into her kidney. Colette sagged limply against Jacqueline’s chest, but was hauled up again by her hair only to suffer another terrible blow thudding into the back of her small waist.
She bit her lip and fought to stay upright on her knees even as Jacqueline increased the pace of her blows, battering Colette’s aching sides. Desperately she summoned her strength, and reaching around Jacqueline, began to pummel her own fists into Jacqueline’s back. The two woman ignored the pain of the others blows, and were frantically punching and pounding at each other’s kidney’s and backs, each blow eliciting a gasp from the other, only to be returned in kind.
They staggered and swayed on their knees, holding each other up by the roots of their lustrous hair. Colette’s braids became undone, and her hair trailed beautifully down the small of her back, stopping just above her heart shaped ass that shook with every blow. Their sultry eyes buried themselves like daggers in each other’s stare, and Jacqueline howled and snarled with anger. Colette reached up with both hands and yanked Jacqueline’s head down low, exposing her back as she struggled to say upright. Jumping up, Colette’s drove her elbow deep into her rival’s back, which landed with a sickening thud. Jacqueline coughed once, and Colette crashed her elbow again into her spine, knocking her down onto the rug.
Jacqueline groaned and lay sprawled out on the floor, her arms feebly trying to prop herself up. Colette move up and clamped her thighs around Jacqueline’s head in a kneeling position. She drew her legs tightly together, trapping Jacqueline’s head, and began to squeeze her smooth thighs together. Jacqueline groaned again, and her hands scrambled to try and pry Colette’s thighs apart. The soft embrace became a tortuous vice that choked the air from Jacqueline’s lungs and turned her face beet red.
Jacqueline dug her claws into the back Colette’s thighs, scratching desperately at the insides of those creamy limbs to escape the hold even as she moaned. Colette shrieked but refused to relent, and clamped her thighs together even harder. Reaching down across her back, Colette grabbed Jacqueline’s panties with vicious intent, yanking them hard into the crack of her rival’s round ass. The fabric dug painfully into Jacqueline’s pussy and ass, and Colette pulled harder until the bunched up fabric formed a silky rope that dug into and parted the soft lips of Jacqueline’s womanhood and tore at her soft slit.
Jacqueline screamed as her head was crushed and the furious Colette savaged her pussy with her own panties. She sunk her nails into Colette’s creamy ass cheeks and tore at the soft skin in frustration and pain. Desperately, she slid her hand beneath the soft fabric of Colette’s panties, her hand searching. Suddenly, Colette shrieked and let loose a keening wail! Jacqueline hand slipped her finger into the blonde bitches’ anus and was pumping it in and out, her nail scratching at the delicate insides of Colette’s private region.
Colette thrashed and pounded the mat with her feet as Jacqueline ravaged her anus. She tried to keep the pressure on Jacqueline’s head, bearing down to make her stop, but Jacqueline’s finger was like an unstoppable piston, scratching and sliding in and out of Colette. Finally, she could bear no more and rolled off of Jacqueline, the finger sliding out of its tortured hole. She cried a little as she clutched her hands between her legs, trying to sooth the pain. Jacqueline lay breathless on the mat, her chest heaving in huge gasps as she sprawled motionless trying to regain her energy.
“You fucking bitch!” cried Colette, leaping to her feet. Jacqueline quickly stood up to meet Colette’s charge, and the momentum threw both combatants into the large reading chair in the corner of the room. Jacqueline landed hard into the chair, sinking into the deep upholstery. Colette was screaming madly as she tore at Jacqueline’s hair. Sliding her legs up on either side of the chair, an exhausted Jacqueline managed to slip her legs around the waist of her opponent and bring them together in a devastating waist scissors.
Colette stopped her hair pulling immediately as the pain shot through her spine. Her back arched painfully as Jacqueline, still seated in the chair, poured the pressure into her powerful thighs. Colette shouted and scrabbled at Jacqueline’s stocking legs with her nails as the crushing scissors wrapped around her waist like a python. Jacqueline locked her shapely calves together behind Colette’s back to add even more leverage to the deadly hold.
Colette moaned and struggled to separate Jacqueline’s long legs. The tight corset that constricted her waist only aided her foe in crushing her waist and ribs. The tight lacing drew even tighter as Jacqueline squeezed and squeezed, racking Colette with intense pain and causing her to throw her head back and wail. Colette dug furiously into Jacqueline’s legs with her emerald green nails, digging deep rips into the silk stocking. This only served to infuriate Jacqueline, who then reached up with both hand and gripped the top of Colette’s tight corset, yanking it down.
Colette’s large breasts spilled out from the top of the corset, exposing her large rosy nipples. The hard corset now dug in painfully beneath her breasts, pushing them up as if in ripe offering to her opponent. With a flash of recognition, fear spread into Colette’s mind as she remembered Isabella’s warning about her breasts being targets during the battle. She screamed even before Jacqueline thrust her red nails deep into Colette’s mounds, gripping them with her claws and sinking her nails into the top of those luscious orbs.
Trapped in Jacqueline’s shapely legs, her breasts on fire from the tremendous gripping pressure being applied by her rival’s talons, Colette struggled like a trapped animal, her long silky hair whipping from side to side. She grabbed at Jacqueline’s wrists, trying to pry away the iron hold that threatened to burst her tits. With no escape in sight, Colette had to retaliate. Reaching up, she tore at the low top of Jacqueline’s corset until she had exposed the brunette’s own smaller, but firm tits.
Latching on, Colette dug her fingers deep into the soft flesh of Jacqueline’s mounds. Jacqueline gasped but continued to crush Colette’s waist with her legs while stabbing her nails into her breasts, which now had little crimson welts where the nails had scraped the tender flesh. It was a contest to see who would surrender first to the tit mauling, but the scissors on Colette was giving Jacqueline a decided advantage. Colette could barely breath, and she needed to up the ante or be forced to submit. She released one of Jacqueline’s breasts, which now bore stark white marks where Colette’s fingers had been squeezing moments before. She then brought both hands to bear on Jacqueline’s left tit, clasping her fingers together as they wrapped around that pleasure orb until it bulged from the pressure.
Jacqueline groaned from the double-fisted grip on her mammary. It was starting to turn red from the pressure and was becoming very sensitive. Colette could tell from the way that Jacqueline was starting to whimper that she was winning this breast war. She was surprised, however, to find that both their nipples had become hard and erect from the abuse they were enduring. Changing tactics, she released Jacqueline’s throbbing tit and began pinching and pulling at her nipples. The soft flesh was yielding, and Jacqueline wailed as Colette stretched her engorged nipples almost to the breaking point. Colette released them and they slammed back painfully into shape, only to be yanked up again by a clawing Colette who by now was using her long nails to dig into the sensitive area around Jacqueline’s areola.
Jacqueline fought back, cupping each of Colette’s breasts in her hands and digging her nails into the soft flesh underneath those huge mounds of milky flesh. With a final cry, she released the scissor hold around Colette’s aching waist and bunched her knees up underneath her, shoving her sharp heels into Colette’s breasts and kicking her away from the chair.
Colette screamed as she fell, and quickly inspected her red and puffy breasts. The heels had left deep scratches across her nipples, tracing up along her breasts and chest, and her tits burned from the abuse they had suffered at Jacqueline’s nails. Her ribs felt sore from the brutal scissors she had endured, and the corset now felt like it was a size tighter than before.
Jacqueline herself was moaning and holding her tits, still slumped in the chair. She rose up after a moment, still holding her left tit, and the women began to circle each other, looking for the next opening of attack.
It was Jacqueline that lunged first, barreling headlong into Colette and knocking the women to the floor. They struggled for position, twisting this way and that as their feminine bodies were forced into terrible contortions as they fought for advantage. They struggled side by side until Jacqueline managed to wrap her sexy but deadly thighs around Colette’s head, trapping her in a headlock. But Colette was determined not to be put at a disadvantage, and wrapped her own soft thighs around Jacqueline’s own head.
Side by side, the two women rolled on the carpet, locked in mutual head-scissors in a 69 position. They clawed at the vulnerable inner thighs of their adversary, and dug their nails into each other’s sculpted ass cheeks in an effort to inflict enough pain to escape. They tore at each other’s silk panties until only shreds remained, and then attacked each other where they instinctively knew the other was most vulnerable.
Almost simultaneously, Colette and Jacqueline jabbed their fingers into each other’s pussy, spreading their lips and seeking an opening to the velvety insides of their vaginas. Both girls screamed in outrage as their probing fingers found each other’s slit. Jacqueline tugged at Colette’s labia, twisting it and digging in her nails in the soft love flesh, while Colette frantically searched for Jacqueline’s clit, and stabbed at it with her long nails. Their legs
fell to the side, the mutual head scissors forgotten, as both women found new prey for their feline fury.
The pain was excruciating, and both women were yelling at the top of their lungs as they dove into each other’s mounds with rending and tearing claws. Colette was on top, and used her open hand to slap at Jacqueline’s womanhood, each stinging blow bringing Jacqueline to the brink of tears, while Jacqueline forced one, and then two fingers into Colette’s dry pussy.
Colette gasped with surprise and pain as Jacqueline’s digits invaded her womanhood, and she took three of her own fingers and jabbed them viciously into Jacqueline’s mound. She forced them deeper and deeper as Jacqueline did the same, both women raping each other with their fingers. Their dry pussies made the penetration extremely painful, and each used their nails to scrape at the insides of the other, tearing screams from Colette’s lips and gasps and yells from Jacqueline.
Almost as if in natural defense, both their slits started to gleam with wetness, and soon Colette found her fingers were gliding easily inside Jacqueline. Taking advantage of her wetness, Colette shoved ever deeper and faster into Jacqueline’s twat, while Jacqueline did the same to Colette. With every thrust they poured their venomous anger, and each made sure to dig their nails into the soft inner walls as they did so, and each was now crying from the terrible pain and the shame of the intense violation they visited upon each other.
Jacqueline, while reaming Colette, remembered how the other girl had hated her earlier invasion of her ass. Keeping her fingers buried inside Colette, she jammed her thumb into Colette anus and pinched her hand together, holding onto her pussy and anus like a bowling ball. Colette shrieked and thrashed while Jacqueline used her nails and vice-like grip to torture the blonde tramp.
Colette was sobbing openly now, her chest heaving and the tears streaking her make-up. “Stop! Please stop!” she shrieked as Jacqueline continued to tear at her anus and pussy. Colette released her hold on Jacqueline’s twat and rolled on her back, but Jacqueline followed, refusing to release her own clawing grip on Colette’s privates.
“You’re killing me! Stop! Oh God!” Colette whimpered. But with a cruel smile, Jacqueline only thrust her fingers and thumb deeper into Colette.
“Don’t be such a crybaby. This won’t kill you, but it may make end your love life.” Jacqueline popped her fingers out from Colette and shoved them at her face. “Smell yourself!” she spat. “Smell the scent of the whore that you are!”
“Please, no more. I beg you!”
Jacqueline was silent as she turned to sit on Colette chest, kneeling to pin her foe’s arms with her legs. She inched up on the sobbing Colette until her dripping pussy was directly over Colette’s tear-streaked face. Gingerly, she lowered herself onto Colette, smothering her cries and gasping with pleasure as her slit brushed across Colette’s fine features.
Rocking back and forth, she began to pleasure herself as she sat on Colette’s face, rubbing her engorged lips across Colette’s nose and lips. “Lick it,” she demanded, and an obedient and subdued Colette tentatively flicked her tongue out, probing Jacqueline’s wet slit with her mouth.
Jacqueline moaned and sighed as she rubbed her pussy all over Colette’s face, while Colette tongued her pussy and clit. Faster and faster she rocked against Colette until her moans grew and her body began to shudder in expectation of a tremendous orgasm. Jacqueline was so wrapped up in her own pleasure that she never heard the latch of the door open, and Isabella creep quietly in.
Isabella inched up slowly behind Jacqueline and her prone mistress. The fury and hatred in her eyes were mixed with tears she had shed when she had heard her mistress screaming capitulation through the study door. Jacqueline was arching her back and riding Colette’s face, moaning with pleasure and oblivious to Isabella’s vengeful intent.
With a scream, Isabella dove on top of a shocked Jacqueline, pulling her hair back and digging her nails into Jacqueline’s already battered left tit. Both girls sat astride a stunned Colette, fighting and clawing. Jacqueline reached behind to grab at Isabella hair, but the more experience Isabella ducked her head out of the way while yanking back hard on Jacqueline’s raven tresses. With her other hand, Isabella attacked Jacqueline’s breast ruthlessly, digging her nails in and drawing bright beads of blood.
Letting go of Jacqueline’s hair, she kept on hand on her breast to control her while she thrust the other down into Jacqueline’s dripping wet pussy that was still hovering over Colette’s face. “Take a good look, Madam. This is how you maul a pussy!” And with that she shoved her fingers into Jacqueline’s slit and pumped her until Jacqueline shuddered and moaned in intense orgasm.
“It’s always more sensitive once you make them cum.” Isabella explained. Jacqueline tensed in horror, knowing what was coming, as Isabella used her forefinger and thumb to roughly grab the brunette’s enlarged clit. The cry that wrenched from Jacqueline’s lips was so loud that it echoed throughout the study as Isabella pinched her clit with her nails while simultaneously raking her claws against Jacqueline’s black and blue breasts.
Standing up, Isabella looked down on a sobbing Jacqueline before she raised her heel and kicked her to the ground. “I will teach you to remember never to cross my mistress again,” she spat as Jacqueline sprawled to the ground. “Help me, Madam. Hold her leg.”
Each girl took hold of one of Jacqueline’s legs, wrapping her stocking ankles under their arms and grabbing them with both hands to get a secure grip. “Now pull!” Colette and Isabella yanked hard on Jacqueline’s long and curvy legs, splitting them apart at the crotch while Jacqueline lay on her back and gasped with pain. The cords of her muscles stood taut inside her soft, alabaster thighs, and her pussy lay dangerously exposed.
Standing on either side of her, the women started to rain kicks down between Jacqueline’s legs. First Isabelle would demonstrate, lashing out and connecting with the tip of her toe against Jacqueline’s still wet mound. Jacqueline screamed when the shoe connected and parted her love lips, burying itself in her pussy. “Aim for her clit.” Isabelle said, and Colette would grin and send her shoe deep into the folds of her enemies’ slit, sending Jacqueline screaming as her ass was lifted off the floor with the force of each blow.
“If you are wearing heels in a fight, you should use them.” Isabelle instructed. Still holding Jacqueline’s legs, she hiked up her skirt and placed the spiked heel of her shoe against Jacqueline’s left tit, centering it on her nipple. Colette did the same with the right, and both girls began to apply slow pressure with their feet, sinking their spiked heels into Jacqueline’s sensitive nipples until Jacqueline tits caved inwards around the points of the heels, her nipples pressed in painfully. The tortured girl moaned and cried out from the twin points of fire that raged in her chest.
“Now, finish her. Make her remember that she must never challenge you again.”
Colette thought for a moment while Jacqueline whimpered on the ground.
Grasping both her legs, Colette centered herself so that she had a clear view of Jacqueline’s crotch, and jammed her spiked heel into Jacqueline’s slit. Jacqueline’s mound exploded in pain as the heel dug deep within her vagina, the sharp point digging into her soft flesh. Colette ignored the screams and began to kick Jacqueline in the pussy, her heel still imbedded in that wet slit, so that each thrust of Colette’s shapely leg sent her shoe slamming against Jacqueline’s pubic mound while her heel dug deeper into her pussy.
Jacqueline was close to passing out, and could only groan with each penetrating shove. Colette would revive her by grinding her heel against Jacqueline’s mound until she woke up screaming, only to pass out again. After about five minutes of this, Colette slipped her heel out of Jacqueline’s pussy and let her legs drop limply to the floor.
“Thank you, Isabella, for being such a great teacher,” she smiled as she kissed her maid.
“It is only my duty, Madam, “ Isabella smiled as she led her still battered mistress out of the study and towards the bedroom. “What shall I do with this trash?”
“Send for her driver and tell him to pick her up. You needn’t bother yourself with the mess. Besides, I have other duties for you to attend to,” purred Colette as she steered Isabella towards the poster bed, and closed the bedroom door behind them.
- The End -
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Carmen and Donna arrived on the sandy, moonlit beach dressed in their Baywatch swimsuits. The ocean pulsed on the shore as the moonlight undulated in ribbons across the water. They walked purposely towards each other, stopping only to look each other over. As they neared, they began to circle each other, Carmen with her hands on her hips, Donna tossing her hair back defiantly.
No words were needed. Carmen was the new girl on the cast, and her personality was as fiery as the character she played on Baywatch. Haughty and arrogant, she slighted the other girls, not the least of whom was Donna, who had had about enough. They agreed to meet alone after taping for the show to decide the matter in a way that would leave no question as to who would be the dominant actress.
The air was cool and Carmen nipples were erect from the cold as well as the growing anticipation of finally clashing with Donna. She stepped up to Donna so that her bullet-like breasts pressed into Donna’s chest. Donna flipped her a sarcastic smirk and gave her a little shove back with her own orbs.
Carmen and Donna pushed and rubbed their tits against each other in a little game of breast-to-breast sumo. The swishing of their spandex swimsuits as their breasts collided could be heard above the whisper of waves, punctuated by an occasional soft gasping from one girl or the other as their hardened nipples found their mark.
Donna could feel herself get exited as they dueled with their breasts. She was already moist, and was sure that Carmen was starting to feel the same. But she wasn’t here for pleasure. Donna broke the stalemate by grabbing Carmen’s hair and kneeing her in the pussy. Carmen yelped and fell to the sand, and Donna fell on top of her.
They rolled in the sand. Donna had a firm grasp of Carmen’s hair while she dodged kicks and blows from the hellcat actress. Carmen reached around and laid her red painted nails into the skin of Donna’s back, dredging red furrows from her spine to her waist. Donna replied by punching Carmen in the kidneys until Carmen stopped her scratching.
Carmen was doubled up in the sand, clutching her injured sides. Donna hauled her up to her knees by the hair and punched her in the stomach. As Carmen pitched forward from the force of the blow, Donna dropped her elbow into the back of Carmen neck.
Carmen cried out and tasted sand while Donna leapt on her back, straddling the stricken actress. Grabbing her opponent’s ankles to twist her legs back, Donna rammed her ass into the small of Carmen’s back repeatedly, driving her into the sand and eliciting a satisfying cry with each thump. Donna stopped to give Carmen a good ass spanking, then turned around and put the poor beauty into a camel clutch, yanking back hard on Carmen’s head with both hands.
Carmen flailed and moaned, her hands desperately trying to pry Donna’s fingers out from under her chin. Donna poured on the pressure and leaned forward to whisper something in Carmen’s ear.
Whatever she said was the wrong thing, for Carmen’s face turned red and, letting out a shriek, she managed to topple Donna into the nearby lapping waves. Carmen, in a fury, fell upon the surprised Donna in a splash.
Both girls came to their knees as they wrestled for position. Carmen brought her nails to play again, ripping Donna’s suit down the middle. Donna’s breasts spilled out from their perch, which only invited an attack from Carmen. Donna yelled as Carmen grabbed both her nipples and yanked them back and forth.
Donna was in pain and shock from the tit torture as a gleeful Carmen went to work, this time using those nails to rake and scratch at her breasts. Grabbing blindly, she pulled down the front of Carmen’s own suit and fumbled for her naked breasts. Donna’s own kneading and twisting left white pressure marks on Carmen’s coppery titflesh.
Both girls were now locked in a bruising breast battle. Yelping and fighting back tears, they almost ritualistically abandoned all attacks except for their tit fighting. Anything went as they tortured each other’s sensitive orbs. Carmen was pulling on Donna’s nipples almost to the breaking point, while Donna dug her nails in the undersides of Carmen’s pendulous assets. A wave poured over them, the salt water stinging in all their scratches, and both girls cried out.
Donna suddenly whimpered. She was not used to this type of punishment, and Carmen now had both hands on one of her breasts, squeezing it in a vice-like grip. Tears flowed freely from Donna now as she tried to fight back. She pinched at Carmen’s nipples, trying to scratch them off with her nails, but she was weakening. Her tit felt like it was going to burst, and Carmen was beginning to smile through her clenched teeth.
Donna let go of her opponent and clutched at her own wounded chest. She begged Carmen to stop, but Carmen would not relent. Ugly bruises were appearing on Donna’s breast, but this just encouraged Carmen.
Carmen put one hand in Donna’s hair to steady her, and used her free hand to backhand Donna’s tits. Donna yelled, and Carmen came back across with another titty bitch-slap. Then she balled her fist and sank it deep into Donna’s left areola. Donna nearly passed out, but Carmen brought her back to consciousness with another fist, this time sending it into her other wounded breast.
Grabbing Donna around the waist, Carmen crushed her chest against her own in a bear hug. Donna’s breasts were raw from the treatment they had received, and with every pulse of Carmen bear hug Donna shed new tears. Carmen’s breasts were still firm and erect, and they dug into Donna’s unrelentingly.
Carmen continued to clamp down on Donna, squeezing the air out of the blonde. Donna’s cries turned to whimpers, and then to silence as she finally passed out.
Carmen rose from the sand and kicked her unconscious opponent. Donna only moaned and rolled to one side. This was Donna’s last season, she would have to quit the show now, or Carmen would come back to finish the job. Carmen pulled her suit up around her somewhat sore breasts and walked away, leaving an unconscious Donna for the crew to find the next morning.
Carmen and Donna arrived on the sandy, moonlit beach dressed in their Baywatch swimsuits. The ocean pulsed on the shore as the moonlight undulated in ribbons across the water. They walked purposely towards each other, stopping only to look each other over. As they neared, they began to circle each other, Carmen with her hands on her hips, Donna tossing her hair back defiantly.
No words were needed. Carmen was the new girl on the cast, and her personality was as fiery as the character she played on Baywatch. Haughty and arrogant, she slighted the other girls, not the least of whom was Donna, who had had about enough. They agreed to meet alone after taping for the show to decide the matter in a way that would leave no question as to who would be the dominant actress.
The air was cool and Carmen nipples were erect from the cold as well as the growing anticipation of finally clashing with Donna. She stepped up to Donna so that her bullet-like breasts pressed into Donna’s chest. Donna flipped her a sarcastic smirk and gave her a little shove back with her own orbs.
Carmen and Donna pushed and rubbed their tits against each other in a little game of breast-to-breast sumo. The swishing of their spandex swimsuits as their breasts collided could be heard above the whisper of waves, punctuated by an occasional soft gasping from one girl or the other as their hardened nipples found their mark.
Donna could feel herself get exited as they dueled with their breasts. She was already moist, and was sure that Carmen was starting to feel the same. But she wasn’t here for pleasure. Donna broke the stalemate by grabbing Carmen’s hair and kneeing her in the pussy. Carmen yelped and fell to the sand, and Donna fell on top of her.
They rolled in the sand. Donna had a firm grasp of Carmen’s hair while she dodged kicks and blows from the hellcat actress. Carmen reached around and laid her red painted nails into the skin of Donna’s back, dredging red furrows from her spine to her waist. Donna replied by punching Carmen in the kidneys until Carmen stopped her scratching.
Carmen was doubled up in the sand, clutching her injured sides. Donna hauled her up to her knees by the hair and punched her in the stomach. As Carmen pitched forward from the force of the blow, Donna dropped her elbow into the back of Carmen neck.
Carmen cried out and tasted sand while Donna leapt on her back, straddling the stricken actress. Grabbing her opponent’s ankles to twist her legs back, Donna rammed her ass into the small of Carmen’s back repeatedly, driving her into the sand and eliciting a satisfying cry with each thump. Donna stopped to give Carmen a good ass spanking, then turned around and put the poor beauty into a camel clutch, yanking back hard on Carmen’s head with both hands.
Carmen flailed and moaned, her hands desperately trying to pry Donna’s fingers out from under her chin. Donna poured on the pressure and leaned forward to whisper something in Carmen’s ear.
Whatever she said was the wrong thing, for Carmen’s face turned red and, letting out a shriek, she managed to topple Donna into the nearby lapping waves. Carmen, in a fury, fell upon the surprised Donna in a splash.
Both girls came to their knees as they wrestled for position. Carmen brought her nails to play again, ripping Donna’s suit down the middle. Donna’s breasts spilled out from their perch, which only invited an attack from Carmen. Donna yelled as Carmen grabbed both her nipples and yanked them back and forth.
Donna was in pain and shock from the tit torture as a gleeful Carmen went to work, this time using those nails to rake and scratch at her breasts. Grabbing blindly, she pulled down the front of Carmen’s own suit and fumbled for her naked breasts. Donna’s own kneading and twisting left white pressure marks on Carmen’s coppery titflesh.
Both girls were now locked in a bruising breast battle. Yelping and fighting back tears, they almost ritualistically abandoned all attacks except for their tit fighting. Anything went as they tortured each other’s sensitive orbs. Carmen was pulling on Donna’s nipples almost to the breaking point, while Donna dug her nails in the undersides of Carmen’s pendulous assets. A wave poured over them, the salt water stinging in all their scratches, and both girls cried out.
Donna suddenly whimpered. She was not used to this type of punishment, and Carmen now had both hands on one of her breasts, squeezing it in a vice-like grip. Tears flowed freely from Donna now as she tried to fight back. She pinched at Carmen’s nipples, trying to scratch them off with her nails, but she was weakening. Her tit felt like it was going to burst, and Carmen was beginning to smile through her clenched teeth.
Donna let go of her opponent and clutched at her own wounded chest. She begged Carmen to stop, but Carmen would not relent. Ugly bruises were appearing on Donna’s breast, but this just encouraged Carmen.
Carmen put one hand in Donna’s hair to steady her, and used her free hand to backhand Donna’s tits. Donna yelled, and Carmen came back across with another titty bitch-slap. Then she balled her fist and sank it deep into Donna’s left areola. Donna nearly passed out, but Carmen brought her back to consciousness with another fist, this time sending it into her other wounded breast.
Grabbing Donna around the waist, Carmen crushed her chest against her own in a bear hug. Donna’s breasts were raw from the treatment they had received, and with every pulse of Carmen bear hug Donna shed new tears. Carmen’s breasts were still firm and erect, and they dug into Donna’s unrelentingly.
Carmen continued to clamp down on Donna, squeezing the air out of the blonde. Donna’s cries turned to whimpers, and then to silence as she finally passed out.
Carmen rose from the sand and kicked her unconscious opponent. Donna only moaned and rolled to one side. This was Donna’s last season, she would have to quit the show now, or Carmen would come back to finish the job. Carmen pulled her suit up around her somewhat sore breasts and walked away, leaving an unconscious Donna for the crew to find the next morning.
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I get asked all the time how I ended up in catfighting. People find me cute and innocent looking, and can’t imagine me yanking out some other girl’s hair or tearing her clothes off. All I can say is that I didn’t quite expect to end up fighting other girls for a living either, and was surprised to find out how much I enjoyed it!
It started out simply enough. As a college student at Brown I partied too hard and spent too much, finding out quickly that I needed more money than my scholarship could provide. My girlfriend danced at a nearby strip-club called Foxy Lady, and she introduced me to lap dancing as a way to pay the bills.
I was nervous about it, but she took me to the club one night to watch her dance. As I watched her bump and grind against the dance-pole, lit by the lights and tracked by the eyes of men and women alike, something happened to me. First, I was finding myself feeling aroused. And second, I had a growing, secret feeling that I could do it better than her! Looking back, I guess that was the first time I started to get excited about the idea of competing with (and even dominating) other women.
Kim, my friend, beckoned me to join her on stage. She winked at me as she took a spin on the pole, and then licked her lips playfully at me while dragging me onto the stage with both hands. Now I was on the spot! I was nervous before, but now I was almost shaking with stage fright.
Kim was really good at putting me at ease, though. She let me keep my clothes on as she danced around, under and over me. She rubbed up against my back, her hands on my hips, and showed me how to move to music. She took my hands and guided them across my breasts, stomach, and thighs. I was so pre-occupied that I almost didn’t notice that the dollar bills were just flying up onto the stage by now.
Almost too soon, the song was over. Kim kissed me gently on the lips (much to the delight of the crowd), and handed me half of the money that our little act had generated. By the time she had disappeared behind the stage curtain, I knew I wanted to do this…or at least I thought I did.
After my impromptu audition, it was easy to convince the club owner to sign me up. My first week didn’t go very well. While I enjoyed dancing with Kim on stage (we had refined our act to a T), I was awkward with the male customers. I hadn’t yet had my first sapphic experience, but I knew I was more attracted to the women than the men by that point. But by the end of the week I learned not to think about it, and I was doing as well or better than the other girls in the club.
Slippery When Wet
When Saturday rolled around, there was something I hadn’t seen before at the club. Every week a group of the girls put on a hot-cream and hot-oil wrestling show. They chose the most athletic girls for this show, and Kim was one of them.
They had cleared one of the stages, and laid down some padding and a plastic tarp. The audience gathered around the pit to bid on the girls for the privilege of oiling them down and standing in their corner. Kim was first up, a blonde this weekend (she loved to change her hair color), and she looked great in her sleek, black mono-kini. The outfit wouldn’t do much to hold in her breasts, but then again that was the point of it all.
Of course the whole show is rigged. The girls flip a coin on who is meant to lose the match that night, and the moves were practiced so everybody knew how to act and react. Kim’s opponent, Sheila, was to lose tonight.
Sheila arrived, parading past the whistling and hooting audience to sit in her corner opposite Kim. Her auburn hair was tied back, and her one-piece swimsuit was cut low in front to reveal her sizeable cleavage. The money flew as the M.C. drummed up the crowd, and soon Kim and Sheila were being oiled down in preparation for the match.
They put on a great show. Both girls rolled around, pulled each other into pretzel like contortions, screamed at the right times, slapped each other, pulled each other’s tops off, and all the while threw their best hateful glares at each other while trash-talking, spitting and hissing. The ref had to pull them apart to end the match, and the audience loved it.
I loved it too. I loved the idea so much I asked if I could be in the lineup for next weekend. Kim laughed and volunteered to be my opponent, and the girls were agreed that I’d make a great addition to the team. Because of my girl-next-door looks, they decided I would be the “good girl” to Kim’s “bad girl.” They even picked out a Catholic schoolgirl outfit for me to wear to the match. After few simple practice sessions (or acting lessons, as it were), I was ready for my debut.
When the M.C. called my name, “Delicious Debbi,” I stepped past the curtains and into the smoky lights and thundering music of the club. I was wearing my schoolgirl costume over a purple two-piece bikini that was so small that I was sure I was going to lose my top in the first round (normally you wait until the second). I’ve always had a naturally large chest, but I’m tall enough to carry it off without looking too top heavy. My long, brown hair swished against my back as I strode towards the pit. If this were a real fight, my hair would get me into trouble; but even after I started fighting for real, I kept it long. Sort of a trademark or calling card, I suppose.
Even though I was supposed to lose tonight, I didn’t mind losing to Kim. I couldn’t help noticing, back in the dressing room, how beautiful she looked as she got dressed for the match. I remember staring at her as she pulled on that tight black mono-kini again, sliding it up over her full hips and up the crevice of her curvaceous ass, adjusting the should straps that lifted up her round, round tits and wiggling her feet into her high, black shoes. She caught me staring, and I blushed as she smiled.
The bidders were chosen, and I stripped out of my outfit (again my breasts were threatening to spill over my top as I undressed) to begin the match. There was no oiling this time, since we were wrestling in hot cream, but we gave our corner-men a warm-up show as we slithered and stretched in the white, foamy stuff. I swiveled to face Kim and, when she was looking, spread my legs and licked the cream off my index finger while I stared into her dark eyes. She retaliated by turning around, flashing her ass at me and pulling her thong aside to give me a glimpse of her shaven pussy. She threw a look at me over her shoulder, bemusedly watching my reaction.
The bell rang and we launched ourselves at each other.
“You fucking schoolgirl slut!” she taunted as she crashed into me.
We collided and went down in a rain of cream and flailing limbs. Kim sat on my back and yanked my hair, while I screamed appropriately and pounded my fists on the ground.
We battled back and forth. I slapped her hard a few times (overzealous?) and trapped her in a scissor-lock while I spanked that gorgeous ass of hers. She hollered and pushed at my legs, trying to escape the hold. As predicted, I popped out of my top, and Kim used that moment of my distraction to get out of the hold and push my legs back up over my head.
She drilled her eyes into mine as she straddled me, pushing my legs back almost to my shoulders now. I made a grab for her hair but she pulled back just in time and smirked at me, still holding my ankles as I thrashed on my back. I saw her eyes follow the “v” of my legs down to my bikini bottoms, and then she looked up and winked at me. There was a little wet spot on my bikini bottoms… I was wet, and getting more excited by the second!
Kim let go of one of my legs and waved her finger at me. “Naughty, naughty, little girl! You shouldn’t have such thoughts.” Then I watched as she took that accusatory, waving finger, slowly move it down to my crotch, tracing a line in my calves and thigh with her nail as she went. I was quivering as she hooked her finger underneath my thong, and slipped it into my hungry, wet pussy.
“Oooooo, so wet!” she exclaimed.
I was helpless and Kim inserted first two, and then four fingers inside me. She pulsed her hand in and out of my pussy, sending me rocking back and forth in the slippery cream. I heard moaning, and realized it was me making those mewling sounds! The crowd was strangely silent now that the show had developed into something more.
“Oh please…please fuck me!” I whispered to her breathlessly.
Kim reached up with her other hand and inserted her fingers into my mouth. I sucked at them desperately, moistening her fingers with my saliva. Taking her hand back, she trailed her fingers across my trembling lips, down my neck, and over my left breast as she continued pounding into me with her other hand. She made little wet circles around my nipple, and then suddenly pinched it hard. I yelped with surprise and nearly came, when she put her finger to her lips.
“Shhhhh, not yet.”
She leaned over, still thrusting into me, and began to lick my open lips, teasing my tongue with hers, not letting me kiss her.
The booming club music was all around us, and we were lost in each other, ignoring the crowd that was now pushing forward to see more of us. Kim was still teasing me, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed the hair I had missed just before, pulling her head down to me, and forced a deep, probing kiss out of her. She nipped at my lower lip and I bit her back. It was my turn to be aggressive! I grabbed her by her tits and forced her over onto her back. She gasped and smiled.
“Little girl has a temper,” she exclaimed. “Ouch!”
I tugged at her nipples as I crept up onto her stomach, straddling her waist. I moved up slowly until my dripping pussy was over her breasts. I could feel her hard nipples pushing into my clit, and I used my hand to guide them back and forth over that sensitive area.
“Mmmmmmmmmm!” was all I could get out as I bit at my lower lip in mounting ecstasy, sliding my clit back and forth across her bullet-like nipples.
With my other hand, I reached behind me to make sure Kim was receiving her share of attention as well. Kim was gasping and moaning as we rode each other like this, the hot cream invading every crack of our bodies as the slippery foam engulfed us in our lovemaking.
“Oooooooooooooh!” I came then, and suddenly. My juices spilled over Kim’s breasts, at which point Kim exploded into orgasm herself. I had never cum that way in my life (and rarely that way since), and I slumped over Kim, exhausted.
It was then that I noticed the crowd was on its feet and applauding. Kim and I looked at each other, smiled, and burst out giggling. The M.C. was at the mike, milking our tryst for all it was worth.
“Have you ever seen a show like it? Only at the Foxy Lady! Come back next weekend!”
I get asked all the time how I ended up in catfighting. People find me cute and innocent looking, and can’t imagine me yanking out some other girl’s hair or tearing her clothes off. All I can say is that I didn’t quite expect to end up fighting other girls for a living either, and was surprised to find out how much I enjoyed it!
It started out simply enough. As a college student at Brown I partied too hard and spent too much, finding out quickly that I needed more money than my scholarship could provide. My girlfriend danced at a nearby strip-club called Foxy Lady, and she introduced me to lap dancing as a way to pay the bills.
I was nervous about it, but she took me to the club one night to watch her dance. As I watched her bump and grind against the dance-pole, lit by the lights and tracked by the eyes of men and women alike, something happened to me. First, I was finding myself feeling aroused. And second, I had a growing, secret feeling that I could do it better than her! Looking back, I guess that was the first time I started to get excited about the idea of competing with (and even dominating) other women.
Kim, my friend, beckoned me to join her on stage. She winked at me as she took a spin on the pole, and then licked her lips playfully at me while dragging me onto the stage with both hands. Now I was on the spot! I was nervous before, but now I was almost shaking with stage fright.
Kim was really good at putting me at ease, though. She let me keep my clothes on as she danced around, under and over me. She rubbed up against my back, her hands on my hips, and showed me how to move to music. She took my hands and guided them across my breasts, stomach, and thighs. I was so pre-occupied that I almost didn’t notice that the dollar bills were just flying up onto the stage by now.
Almost too soon, the song was over. Kim kissed me gently on the lips (much to the delight of the crowd), and handed me half of the money that our little act had generated. By the time she had disappeared behind the stage curtain, I knew I wanted to do this…or at least I thought I did.
After my impromptu audition, it was easy to convince the club owner to sign me up. My first week didn’t go very well. While I enjoyed dancing with Kim on stage (we had refined our act to a T), I was awkward with the male customers. I hadn’t yet had my first sapphic experience, but I knew I was more attracted to the women than the men by that point. But by the end of the week I learned not to think about it, and I was doing as well or better than the other girls in the club.
Slippery When Wet
When Saturday rolled around, there was something I hadn’t seen before at the club. Every week a group of the girls put on a hot-cream and hot-oil wrestling show. They chose the most athletic girls for this show, and Kim was one of them.
They had cleared one of the stages, and laid down some padding and a plastic tarp. The audience gathered around the pit to bid on the girls for the privilege of oiling them down and standing in their corner. Kim was first up, a blonde this weekend (she loved to change her hair color), and she looked great in her sleek, black mono-kini. The outfit wouldn’t do much to hold in her breasts, but then again that was the point of it all.
Of course the whole show is rigged. The girls flip a coin on who is meant to lose the match that night, and the moves were practiced so everybody knew how to act and react. Kim’s opponent, Sheila, was to lose tonight.
Sheila arrived, parading past the whistling and hooting audience to sit in her corner opposite Kim. Her auburn hair was tied back, and her one-piece swimsuit was cut low in front to reveal her sizeable cleavage. The money flew as the M.C. drummed up the crowd, and soon Kim and Sheila were being oiled down in preparation for the match.
They put on a great show. Both girls rolled around, pulled each other into pretzel like contortions, screamed at the right times, slapped each other, pulled each other’s tops off, and all the while threw their best hateful glares at each other while trash-talking, spitting and hissing. The ref had to pull them apart to end the match, and the audience loved it.
I loved it too. I loved the idea so much I asked if I could be in the lineup for next weekend. Kim laughed and volunteered to be my opponent, and the girls were agreed that I’d make a great addition to the team. Because of my girl-next-door looks, they decided I would be the “good girl” to Kim’s “bad girl.” They even picked out a Catholic schoolgirl outfit for me to wear to the match. After few simple practice sessions (or acting lessons, as it were), I was ready for my debut.
When the M.C. called my name, “Delicious Debbi,” I stepped past the curtains and into the smoky lights and thundering music of the club. I was wearing my schoolgirl costume over a purple two-piece bikini that was so small that I was sure I was going to lose my top in the first round (normally you wait until the second). I’ve always had a naturally large chest, but I’m tall enough to carry it off without looking too top heavy. My long, brown hair swished against my back as I strode towards the pit. If this were a real fight, my hair would get me into trouble; but even after I started fighting for real, I kept it long. Sort of a trademark or calling card, I suppose.
Even though I was supposed to lose tonight, I didn’t mind losing to Kim. I couldn’t help noticing, back in the dressing room, how beautiful she looked as she got dressed for the match. I remember staring at her as she pulled on that tight black mono-kini again, sliding it up over her full hips and up the crevice of her curvaceous ass, adjusting the should straps that lifted up her round, round tits and wiggling her feet into her high, black shoes. She caught me staring, and I blushed as she smiled.
The bidders were chosen, and I stripped out of my outfit (again my breasts were threatening to spill over my top as I undressed) to begin the match. There was no oiling this time, since we were wrestling in hot cream, but we gave our corner-men a warm-up show as we slithered and stretched in the white, foamy stuff. I swiveled to face Kim and, when she was looking, spread my legs and licked the cream off my index finger while I stared into her dark eyes. She retaliated by turning around, flashing her ass at me and pulling her thong aside to give me a glimpse of her shaven pussy. She threw a look at me over her shoulder, bemusedly watching my reaction.
The bell rang and we launched ourselves at each other.
“You fucking schoolgirl slut!” she taunted as she crashed into me.
We collided and went down in a rain of cream and flailing limbs. Kim sat on my back and yanked my hair, while I screamed appropriately and pounded my fists on the ground.
We battled back and forth. I slapped her hard a few times (overzealous?) and trapped her in a scissor-lock while I spanked that gorgeous ass of hers. She hollered and pushed at my legs, trying to escape the hold. As predicted, I popped out of my top, and Kim used that moment of my distraction to get out of the hold and push my legs back up over my head.
She drilled her eyes into mine as she straddled me, pushing my legs back almost to my shoulders now. I made a grab for her hair but she pulled back just in time and smirked at me, still holding my ankles as I thrashed on my back. I saw her eyes follow the “v” of my legs down to my bikini bottoms, and then she looked up and winked at me. There was a little wet spot on my bikini bottoms… I was wet, and getting more excited by the second!
Kim let go of one of my legs and waved her finger at me. “Naughty, naughty, little girl! You shouldn’t have such thoughts.” Then I watched as she took that accusatory, waving finger, slowly move it down to my crotch, tracing a line in my calves and thigh with her nail as she went. I was quivering as she hooked her finger underneath my thong, and slipped it into my hungry, wet pussy.
“Oooooo, so wet!” she exclaimed.
I was helpless and Kim inserted first two, and then four fingers inside me. She pulsed her hand in and out of my pussy, sending me rocking back and forth in the slippery cream. I heard moaning, and realized it was me making those mewling sounds! The crowd was strangely silent now that the show had developed into something more.
“Oh please…please fuck me!” I whispered to her breathlessly.
Kim reached up with her other hand and inserted her fingers into my mouth. I sucked at them desperately, moistening her fingers with my saliva. Taking her hand back, she trailed her fingers across my trembling lips, down my neck, and over my left breast as she continued pounding into me with her other hand. She made little wet circles around my nipple, and then suddenly pinched it hard. I yelped with surprise and nearly came, when she put her finger to her lips.
“Shhhhh, not yet.”
She leaned over, still thrusting into me, and began to lick my open lips, teasing my tongue with hers, not letting me kiss her.
The booming club music was all around us, and we were lost in each other, ignoring the crowd that was now pushing forward to see more of us. Kim was still teasing me, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed the hair I had missed just before, pulling her head down to me, and forced a deep, probing kiss out of her. She nipped at my lower lip and I bit her back. It was my turn to be aggressive! I grabbed her by her tits and forced her over onto her back. She gasped and smiled.
“Little girl has a temper,” she exclaimed. “Ouch!”
I tugged at her nipples as I crept up onto her stomach, straddling her waist. I moved up slowly until my dripping pussy was over her breasts. I could feel her hard nipples pushing into my clit, and I used my hand to guide them back and forth over that sensitive area.
“Mmmmmmmmmm!” was all I could get out as I bit at my lower lip in mounting ecstasy, sliding my clit back and forth across her bullet-like nipples.
With my other hand, I reached behind me to make sure Kim was receiving her share of attention as well. Kim was gasping and moaning as we rode each other like this, the hot cream invading every crack of our bodies as the slippery foam engulfed us in our lovemaking.
“Oooooooooooooh!” I came then, and suddenly. My juices spilled over Kim’s breasts, at which point Kim exploded into orgasm herself. I had never cum that way in my life (and rarely that way since), and I slumped over Kim, exhausted.
It was then that I noticed the crowd was on its feet and applauding. Kim and I looked at each other, smiled, and burst out giggling. The M.C. was at the mike, milking our tryst for all it was worth.
“Have you ever seen a show like it? Only at the Foxy Lady! Come back next weekend!”
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Nikki swept her nails gently up and down along Eileen’s naked thigh. Eileen cooed at the tantalizing touch and rolled over to look into the deep brown eyes of her lover.
“Mmmmmm. I thought we were done? Or are you trying to score extra credit points with the ref?” Eileen murmured.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, there isn’t much you can do for me once I step in that ring.” Nikki nipped lightly at Eileen’s shoulder.
Nikki was right. The Cable Catfight Network had few rules. Two girls enter the ring, one girl steps out. The ref was only there to make sure someone didn’t get killed, and to call the match once it was obvious a fighter could not continue. This made Eileen’s job simple, but caused her no end of worry when Nikki was involved. And Nikki’s first match was tonight.
Eileen shuddered. Nikki’s wandering fingers had found their way into Eileen’s moist pussy lips and were gently sliding in and out, teasing. They had met at training, and instantly found a bond. Eileen wasn’t cut out to be a fighter, but Nikki was there to help and console her that day when Eileen was nearly beaten to death in a training match with Cindy, the reigning champion. That match ended her dreams, but she couldn’t bear to be apart from Nikki, so she stayed, and she refereed the brutal matches, and she vowed that nothing serious would happen to Nikki as long as she was on watch.
Eileen’s back arched in a spasm of pleasure. She moaned and reached back to grab Nikki’s short red hair. Eileen’s pelvis rocked back and forth, her body urging Nikki to fuck her harder, harder!
Nikki smiled and rolled Eileen onto her back. Straddling her, she let her nipples dance with Eileen’s before sliding down her body and tonguing her juicy pussy to a messy orgasm. Eileen felt like she had exploded as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed against her sensibilities. As the waves subsided, she sat up and gently lifted Nikki’s chin, staring again into those brown, doe-like eyes.
“Fuck her up good.”
Nikki smiled again, and got up to get ready for her fight.
The giant metallic clink of spotlights turning on filled the arena and momentarily hushed the boisterous crowd. Where there had only been darkness, there was revealed a small square patch of canvas surrounded by ropes and four hard and angular posts. The Killing Square.
Lit for an instant Eileen stood in the center, frozen by the light, her long jet-black hair falling across her striped bikini ref outfit, blown by the wind machines that drove the dry ice smoke across the ring. Then, darkness again, as the spots began their dramatic sweep up to opposite wings of the auditorium.
“In the red corner, appearing for her first time…as good at fixing limbs as breaking them… Nurse Nikki!” The announcement shattered the silence as rock music blared from the speakers.
The tracked Nikki as she made her way to the ring. Her long legs swished in their gartered white stockings as she danced and wiggled down the isle, blowing kisses at the crowd. Her short-skirted uniform was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a white string bikini underneath with a little red cross over one breast. She tossed her little nurse hat aside as she climbed into the ring, and waved while she stripped down to her bikini, heels and stockings. She winked at Eileen, who smiled back nervously.
“And in the blue corner, the bad girl from St. Kickass Academy, Sexy Schoolgirl Suzi!”
A good portion of the crowd hooted and hollered as the girl they loved to hate strutted down the isle swinging a table-leg from a school desk and partially dressed in a schoolgirl’s plaid skirt and a silk blouse tied up tight between her large breasts. Her black fingerless gloves and ankle-high wrestling boots said she was here to do some damage. Throwing back her long blonde hair, she growled at the crowd as she flipped up over the ropes and into the ring.
“Fighters to the center. Suzi, no weapons.” Eileen wanted to make sure Suzi knew she was watching her closely. Suzi cast the wooden club aside while Eileen patted down the girls, taking a little extra care with Suzi, who was glaring at Nikki, sizing her up.
“Girls, you know the rules. Anything goes. The fight goes on until one girl can no longer continue, or time runs out. During the last thirty seconds of the match, a bell will ring. The first girl to leave the ring and touch the floor of the arena will be declared the winner.”
Suzi and Nikki returned to their corners. Suzi flashed Nikki from the opposite corner, revealing that the schoolgirl wore no panties underneath her skirt.
”C’mon you little lesbo. Does this turn you on?”
Nikki just ignored her. Eileen didn’t detect any nervousness or hesitation in her. Nikki had trained for this, she knew how rough it was going to be. Eileen stepped aside, and signaled for the bell to be rung.
The girls came out like bullets. Suzi was screaming like an animal as she jumped on Nikki and wrapped her thighs around Nikki’s waist. Nikki spun around, trying to throw Suzi off, who by now had a hold of Nikki’s hair and was holding on to it with one hand while slapping Nikki with the other.
Nikki’s scalp was on fire, and her cheeks were red from the slaps. She ran forward, slamming Suzi into a corner post, then again, and a third time before the blonde hellcat dropped in pain, holding her back.
Nikki stumbled back, dazed by her own maneuver. Instead of pressing the attack, she gave Suzi enough time to stand and catch her wind. Recovering, both girls began to circle each other warily. Suzi had learned that her opponent wasn’t going to be the pushover she anticipated.
Suzi lashed out with a boot to Nikki’s stomach, doubling her over. Suzi grabbed Nikki’s red hair, holding her head down.
Suzi grinned as Nikki struggled, then punched Nikki’s back with her other hand. Each blow to her spine elicited a soft moan from Nikki as she was smashed to the canvas by the repeated blows. Still gripping her hair, Suzi hauled her winded opponent to her feet, only to smash her in the stomach with her knee.
Nikki flew back from the blow, landing on her ass. Suzi stepped over and grabbed Nikki’s legs. Dragging a dazed but squirming Nikki to the ropes, Suzi bent her opponents leg over the middle rope, entangling it and preventing Nikki from escaping. Nikki yelped as Suzi snapped her head back by the hair.
Suzi reached down and untied Nikki’s top. She whipped off the small swatches of material, as a humiliated Nikki tried to cover herself up with her hands.
“Hey, ref! Are these the tits you like so much?” Suzi grabbed Nikki’s breasts in both hands and squeezed them until Nikki screamed. Eileen could only watch in horror as Nikki’s breasts deformed under Suzi’s cruel hands, Suzi dung her nails in, leaving red welts on Nikki’s perfect tits.
Suzi reached just outside the ropes and retrieved her wooden club. Raising it above her head, she smashed it down on the helpless Nikki’s entangled leg. Eileen cried out and rushed over to stop Suzi.
“No weapons, Suzi. You bitch!” Eileen wrested the weapon from Suzi’s hands. Suzi didn’t care; it had served its purpose. Tears were streaming out of Nikki’s eyes while pains shot through her from her tits and leg. It may not be broken, but she wasn’t going to be able to walk on it.
Eileen didn’t want to, but she had to let the match continue. There were no real disqualifications in the arena. The fight must go on. She almost cried when she looked into Nikki’s face…those soft, brown eyes, wet and shut tight from the pain.
Suzi wasted no time. She dragged Nikki by her arms to the center of the ring and straddled her face. Suzi balled up her gloved fists and began landing haymakers into Nikki’s stomach. Nikki’s cries could be heard from under Suzi’s skirt as each blow brought Nikki closer to losing the match.
Suzi stopped and the crowed booed her. Eileen looked desperately for any sign of life from Nikki, ready to call the fight.
Any doubts that Nikki was still conscious were dispelled when Suzi grabbed her legs and yanked back on them, splitting Nikki at the crotch and aggravating her wounded leg. Nikki’s scream was pitiful and loud despite being muffled by Suzi’s heart-shaped ass.
Finally, Suzi stood up. Nikki was gasping in air and clutching at her stomach and leg. Suzi strutted around the ring, knowing victory was near.
“Give up, Nikki. Submit. I’ll call the match!” whispered Eileen. Nikki just shook her head no. “Please! Make it stop…don’t go on.” Eileen pleaded.
Nikki crawled to the corner ropes and used them to prop herself up on her one good leg. Noticing this move, Suzi turned and jumped at Nikki, kicking her legs out in a flying drop-kick.
Nikki gasped as her chest was smashed between Suzi’s boots and the hard corner post. Suzi grabbed Nikki’s arms and tied them up in the ropes. Suzi was winding up to land more haymakers into Nikki’s tits.
Suddenly, Nikki’s threw up her good leg in a vicious kick, her heel arcing up between Suzi’s legs and burying itself in her naked pussy. Nikki felt the lips part as the tip of her shoe connected with Suzi’s clit.
“Take that you cunt!” Nikki screamed, as Suzi doubled over, gagging in pain at her feet.
Suzi could do nothing but clutch at her womanhood while Nikki, still tied up in the ropes, used her good leg and spiked heel to stamp down repeatedly on Suzi’s breasts. Nikki was screaming with rage as small flecks of blood started to seep through Suzi’s blouse.
Suzi began to cry, and Nikki brought the toe of her shoe down on her hated foe’s throat. Suzi struggled, but was too weak to break the choke. Nikki ground and ground her heel into Suzi’s neck until the girl’s sobs subsided and her body stopped moving-passed out from lack of air.
“I’ll kill her! I’ll kill her, Eileen!” Eileen rushed to Nikki, prying her leg away from the unconscious Suzi.
“It’s alright, Nikki. You won, you won…” Eileen repeated, trying to sooth the girl. Eileen kissed her, and Nikki burst into tears.
“I didn’t know it would be like this,” she cried, “I wanted to kill her.”
“I know,” said Eileen quietly, as she freed Nikki from the ropes and raised her fist in victory. “I know.”
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Nikki swept her nails gently up and down along Eileen’s naked thigh. Eileen cooed at the tantalizing touch and rolled over to look into the deep brown eyes of her lover.
“Mmmmmm. I thought we were done? Or are you trying to score extra credit points with the ref?” Eileen murmured.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, there isn’t much you can do for me once I step in that ring.” Nikki nipped lightly at Eileen’s shoulder.
Nikki was right. The Cable Catfight Network had few rules. Two girls enter the ring, one girl steps out. The ref was only there to make sure someone didn’t get killed, and to call the match once it was obvious a fighter could not continue. This made Eileen’s job simple, but caused her no end of worry when Nikki was involved. And Nikki’s first match was tonight.
Eileen shuddered. Nikki’s wandering fingers had found their way into Eileen’s moist pussy lips and were gently sliding in and out, teasing. They had met at training, and instantly found a bond. Eileen wasn’t cut out to be a fighter, but Nikki was there to help and console her that day when Eileen was nearly beaten to death in a training match with Cindy, the reigning champion. That match ended her dreams, but she couldn’t bear to be apart from Nikki, so she stayed, and she refereed the brutal matches, and she vowed that nothing serious would happen to Nikki as long as she was on watch.
Eileen’s back arched in a spasm of pleasure. She moaned and reached back to grab Nikki’s short red hair. Eileen’s pelvis rocked back and forth, her body urging Nikki to fuck her harder, harder!
Nikki smiled and rolled Eileen onto her back. Straddling her, she let her nipples dance with Eileen’s before sliding down her body and tonguing her juicy pussy to a messy orgasm. Eileen felt like she had exploded as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed against her sensibilities. As the waves subsided, she sat up and gently lifted Nikki’s chin, staring again into those brown, doe-like eyes.
“Fuck her up good.”
Nikki smiled again, and got up to get ready for her fight.
The giant metallic clink of spotlights turning on filled the arena and momentarily hushed the boisterous crowd. Where there had only been darkness, there was revealed a small square patch of canvas surrounded by ropes and four hard and angular posts. The Killing Square.
Lit for an instant Eileen stood in the center, frozen by the light, her long jet-black hair falling across her striped bikini ref outfit, blown by the wind machines that drove the dry ice smoke across the ring. Then, darkness again, as the spots began their dramatic sweep up to opposite wings of the auditorium.
“In the red corner, appearing for her first time…as good at fixing limbs as breaking them… Nurse Nikki!” The announcement shattered the silence as rock music blared from the speakers.
The tracked Nikki as she made her way to the ring. Her long legs swished in their gartered white stockings as she danced and wiggled down the isle, blowing kisses at the crowd. Her short-skirted uniform was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a white string bikini underneath with a little red cross over one breast. She tossed her little nurse hat aside as she climbed into the ring, and waved while she stripped down to her bikini, heels and stockings. She winked at Eileen, who smiled back nervously.
“And in the blue corner, the bad girl from St. Kickass Academy, Sexy Schoolgirl Suzi!”
A good portion of the crowd hooted and hollered as the girl they loved to hate strutted down the isle swinging a table-leg from a school desk and partially dressed in a schoolgirl’s plaid skirt and a silk blouse tied up tight between her large breasts. Her black fingerless gloves and ankle-high wrestling boots said she was here to do some damage. Throwing back her long blonde hair, she growled at the crowd as she flipped up over the ropes and into the ring.
“Fighters to the center. Suzi, no weapons.” Eileen wanted to make sure Suzi knew she was watching her closely. Suzi cast the wooden club aside while Eileen patted down the girls, taking a little extra care with Suzi, who was glaring at Nikki, sizing her up.
“Girls, you know the rules. Anything goes. The fight goes on until one girl can no longer continue, or time runs out. During the last thirty seconds of the match, a bell will ring. The first girl to leave the ring and touch the floor of the arena will be declared the winner.”
Suzi and Nikki returned to their corners. Suzi flashed Nikki from the opposite corner, revealing that the schoolgirl wore no panties underneath her skirt.
”C’mon you little lesbo. Does this turn you on?”
Nikki just ignored her. Eileen didn’t detect any nervousness or hesitation in her. Nikki had trained for this, she knew how rough it was going to be. Eileen stepped aside, and signaled for the bell to be rung.
The girls came out like bullets. Suzi was screaming like an animal as she jumped on Nikki and wrapped her thighs around Nikki’s waist. Nikki spun around, trying to throw Suzi off, who by now had a hold of Nikki’s hair and was holding on to it with one hand while slapping Nikki with the other.
Nikki’s scalp was on fire, and her cheeks were red from the slaps. She ran forward, slamming Suzi into a corner post, then again, and a third time before the blonde hellcat dropped in pain, holding her back.
Nikki stumbled back, dazed by her own maneuver. Instead of pressing the attack, she gave Suzi enough time to stand and catch her wind. Recovering, both girls began to circle each other warily. Suzi had learned that her opponent wasn’t going to be the pushover she anticipated.
Suzi lashed out with a boot to Nikki’s stomach, doubling her over. Suzi grabbed Nikki’s red hair, holding her head down.
Suzi grinned as Nikki struggled, then punched Nikki’s back with her other hand. Each blow to her spine elicited a soft moan from Nikki as she was smashed to the canvas by the repeated blows. Still gripping her hair, Suzi hauled her winded opponent to her feet, only to smash her in the stomach with her knee.
Nikki flew back from the blow, landing on her ass. Suzi stepped over and grabbed Nikki’s legs. Dragging a dazed but squirming Nikki to the ropes, Suzi bent her opponents leg over the middle rope, entangling it and preventing Nikki from escaping. Nikki yelped as Suzi snapped her head back by the hair.
Suzi reached down and untied Nikki’s top. She whipped off the small swatches of material, as a humiliated Nikki tried to cover herself up with her hands.
“Hey, ref! Are these the tits you like so much?” Suzi grabbed Nikki’s breasts in both hands and squeezed them until Nikki screamed. Eileen could only watch in horror as Nikki’s breasts deformed under Suzi’s cruel hands, Suzi dung her nails in, leaving red welts on Nikki’s perfect tits.
Suzi reached just outside the ropes and retrieved her wooden club. Raising it above her head, she smashed it down on the helpless Nikki’s entangled leg. Eileen cried out and rushed over to stop Suzi.
“No weapons, Suzi. You bitch!” Eileen wrested the weapon from Suzi’s hands. Suzi didn’t care; it had served its purpose. Tears were streaming out of Nikki’s eyes while pains shot through her from her tits and leg. It may not be broken, but she wasn’t going to be able to walk on it.
Eileen didn’t want to, but she had to let the match continue. There were no real disqualifications in the arena. The fight must go on. She almost cried when she looked into Nikki’s face…those soft, brown eyes, wet and shut tight from the pain.
Suzi wasted no time. She dragged Nikki by her arms to the center of the ring and straddled her face. Suzi balled up her gloved fists and began landing haymakers into Nikki’s stomach. Nikki’s cries could be heard from under Suzi’s skirt as each blow brought Nikki closer to losing the match.
Suzi stopped and the crowed booed her. Eileen looked desperately for any sign of life from Nikki, ready to call the fight.
Any doubts that Nikki was still conscious were dispelled when Suzi grabbed her legs and yanked back on them, splitting Nikki at the crotch and aggravating her wounded leg. Nikki’s scream was pitiful and loud despite being muffled by Suzi’s heart-shaped ass.
Finally, Suzi stood up. Nikki was gasping in air and clutching at her stomach and leg. Suzi strutted around the ring, knowing victory was near.
“Give up, Nikki. Submit. I’ll call the match!” whispered Eileen. Nikki just shook her head no. “Please! Make it stop…don’t go on.” Eileen pleaded.
Nikki crawled to the corner ropes and used them to prop herself up on her one good leg. Noticing this move, Suzi turned and jumped at Nikki, kicking her legs out in a flying drop-kick.
Nikki gasped as her chest was smashed between Suzi’s boots and the hard corner post. Suzi grabbed Nikki’s arms and tied them up in the ropes. Suzi was winding up to land more haymakers into Nikki’s tits.
Suddenly, Nikki’s threw up her good leg in a vicious kick, her heel arcing up between Suzi’s legs and burying itself in her naked pussy. Nikki felt the lips part as the tip of her shoe connected with Suzi’s clit.
“Take that you cunt!” Nikki screamed, as Suzi doubled over, gagging in pain at her feet.
Suzi could do nothing but clutch at her womanhood while Nikki, still tied up in the ropes, used her good leg and spiked heel to stamp down repeatedly on Suzi’s breasts. Nikki was screaming with rage as small flecks of blood started to seep through Suzi’s blouse.
Suzi began to cry, and Nikki brought the toe of her shoe down on her hated foe’s throat. Suzi struggled, but was too weak to break the choke. Nikki ground and ground her heel into Suzi’s neck until the girl’s sobs subsided and her body stopped moving-passed out from lack of air.
“I’ll kill her! I’ll kill her, Eileen!” Eileen rushed to Nikki, prying her leg away from the unconscious Suzi.
“It’s alright, Nikki. You won, you won…” Eileen repeated, trying to sooth the girl. Eileen kissed her, and Nikki burst into tears.
“I didn’t know it would be like this,” she cried, “I wanted to kill her.”
“I know,” said Eileen quietly, as she freed Nikki from the ropes and raised her fist in victory. “I know.”
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Oggdo Bogdo
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From personal experience of dealing with a shithead ex-friend, the pattern goes:
>It didn’t happen
>It’s not me despite all the evidence pointing to it
>I was hacked
>Okay, it was me
>Why do you care?
>Here’s why you should accept my degeneracy
Every. Fucking. Time.
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Yeah just some hecking wholesome lesbian wrestling here, nothing to see dudes.
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- 9 de Mayo, 2019
then by all means, show me the creepy shit so we can laugh at him even more. your retarded faggotry has blinded you to the fact that i also think he's a nigger, and it's totally possible that he's doing it, but until you provide evidence, i'm not just going to take your word for it. trannies post evidence of themselves being disgusting pieces of shit all the time, and when grummz is revealed to have posted more than this, we'll laugh at more than this.
i do not just 'listen and believe', i'm sorry.
agreed, which is what most of us are doing. you're the one who's sperging out and saying it's more of a big deal with regards to the lesbian shit with no evidence.
"it's worse, just trust me guys." i do believe you when you say it's probably worse. but until we see it, i'm not just gonna go GRUMMZ IS GROOMZ AND ALSO A TRANNY AND ALSO HE'S A PEDOPHILE. i'll need to see the proof or even hints of those things, beyond a single email from, what, 15 years ago?
yup, he's got violent fantasies, as we all said we expected it to be. what the fuck is your point here? that we don't hate mark kern for the right reasons, or don't hate him enough?
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Protip: every single social media figure you follow and like is some flavor of degenerate. Every one.
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Maybe take the time and watch the video, then read this thread.
People have posted excerpts of fiction written by Mark Kern.
The evidence is literally there, you just need to RTFT.
[EDIT] Evidence that it is not just "some lesbian porn", not that its anything criminal.
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I did watch the video, and I have read the thread. my point is that there is no evidence of him writing more than weird fightporn. he's not a pedophile as far as we've seen so far. i think he's a weirdo for writing the lesbian shit that he wrote. nowhere in the posts i made did i say he didn't write creepy lesbian porn. lidl is implying there's more than creepy lesbian porn written, and i'm asking for evidence of that. if there's evidence of crimes being done, which there are allegedly, make sure he gets reported. frankly, if you donate to grummz' patreon, or to any of his projects, you get what you deserve; nothing.
so far, it's just been people crying that the people making fun of markie aren't doing it the right way, and that no one is flipping the site over because he writes weirdo porn. news flash: mark kern is a porn addicted weirdo. he's no different than any other weirdo guy we make fun of on kiwifarms, and the point others in the thread have made multiple times is that because it's mark, it seems like no amount of "what a weird faggot writing weird violent lesbian porn." will ever be enough.
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I only made it through by having it as background noise. The narration, pacing, script... really everything is just amateur, driven only by the spite of some brain-dead e-leftoid.
Another user on here rightly pointed out that this would have been far more effective if it was focused on his digital skin-walking as a woman, rather than him being a coomer. Given the online left's track record over the past few months regarding skeevy behavior, I would gladly put money down that the narrator for this video probably has his own gooning discord or something equally as perverse. The online right and left are going to be in a serious stalemate if their chosen line of attack is accusing each other of being perverts, as both seem to be operating from the premise of being sex-positive, whether it be from the angle of "polyamory/trannies/consent" to "DDDD boobs in video games are BASED".
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so what i'm gathering is that grummz is such a mediocre person that he couldn't even embezzle money to commission truly outrageous porn? i mean, and i hate that i can say this about a cow, at least he's not a pedophile or rapist
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Are you feel like winning ?
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he's not a pedophile or rapist that we know of! personally i am hoping that part 2 reveals that he's got a loli gooning server so we can have something to find intensely funny AND creepy, rather than just watching him write about wanting lesbians to footfist each other, which the more i think on it just makes me concerned for his wife's physical safety.
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I didn't even consider that. fuck
I haven't kept up with grummz because i don't really care about activi$ion-blizzard shit. but wasn't he a rabid leftist a year ago. or am i mixing him up with another grifting game dev
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Fanfiction is for little girls and fat women so I assumed whoever he hired to write these was a woman, maybe his ex-wife, until I fucking read some of it. He obviously wrote it himself because it reads exactly like the story KingCobraJFS wrote in high school, "Special Blonde". It's like he was going through puberty while writing them. Cobe's book was actually better, this is Chris tier autism.
While it does read like something a troon would write, we have to remind ourselves that troons are just gross guys like this who claim to be women. That's literally the only difference between a troon and regular pervert, that claim. The people dunking on him are perverts too, they just think making it their whole personality makes it less weird.
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This is a gossip website and you and your fellow penis brothers are somehow really insistent that this dude writing pussy stomping rape fanfiction about his ex-wife as pretty_little_girl_16 is a total nothinburger and actually is totally wholesome and normal. Why do you require him to be convicted of raping a child in the court of law before we are allowed to say he is a weird freak who is fucked in the head?
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- 15 de Ago, 2024
They are divorced and she took him to court for child support.
She has already made the very reasonable decision and ditched this cow.
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Welp, still trying to act like he's totally being harassed and targeted.