Dakota was strong and had been in too many fights. She had a mean streak and knew how to use her size and strength. She had fought other women close to her size and some bigger, but it was her confidence that always ended up intimidating even the strongest opponents into eventually yielding to her. It helped that she could also take a punch.
But Louisa was as big and strong as Dakota and she was equally confident if not moreso. More importantly, she didn't just have a mean streak, she was downright mean, and she looked to fight. She loved to fight and she loved to take down other women who thought they were queens.
The crowd cheered, and while some worried that the bar patrons would hear them, the surrounding rock of the cove actually funneled all of their noise out to sea. The two fighters were sweaty and slick almost instantly, as their stances widened to get footing in the soft sand and their powerful legs and buttocks tensed and flexed as they tried to gain leverage. The fight was only 2 minutes old and both women had "drawn first blood". A nasty welt was developing under Dakota's left eye and Louisa's nose was bleeding. Both women's powerful arms were either pumping punches furiously or yanking viciously on their opponent's hair. A brutal roundhouse-uppercut from Louisa smashed into Dakota's gut. A loud "Ooof" escaped the big woman's lips and her face drained momentarily. She stumbled back, releasing her grip on Louisa's hair and for some reason Louisa released as well.
It was a devastating punch. A lesser woman would have dropped to her knees and been battered to a pulp, but Dakota held her stance, wobbly at first and shaken, but still standing. The color returned to her face just as Louisa, sneering, moved in for the kill. Dakota's overhand right struck almost like a stealth bomber. The left hook that followed was devastating as Louisa's head first snapped towards her right side and down only to meet the combination's second blow and snap back in the other direction. A third punch from Dakota's right hand again smashed into Louisa's face squarely, blood spraying out from her nose now and immediately pouring down around her mouth. Louisa's face was a macabre picture from a horror flick, her eyes wide as she stumbled backwards from the blows and her friends gasped and cheered her to recover. As she stumbled, Dakota chased her a bit and hit her again, with a glancing blow off the top of her head that seemed to be minor, but somehow was enough to set her off balance the big European fell on her ass.
Dakota was quick to move towards her, but was caught with a wicked kick to her pussy. The blow caused her to wince and yelp and one of her friends to yell, "Low blow!" but one of Louisa's countered with "Fuck you, it's a fight, there are no rules!"
The blow to the flimsy bathing suit bottom pulled one of the ties on her hip out so the suit fell to one side, exposing her shaved pussy. No one cared, not even Dakota and she didn't even seem to notice. She wanted to beat the shit out of this bitch, who scrambled back to her feet quickly with the opportunity afforded her by the kick. Dakota was raging now and moved in quick. She swung a punch that had it connected, might have knocked Louisa out but the Russian blocked and twisted, and countered with series that punches that hit like pistons, left tit, gut, left tit, face, left tit, and face again. Dakota's lip started to bleed, her breasts, both of them, were driven out of her flimsy top and now she was essentially. naked. She didn't care though and ironically, the wild swings that Louisa threw caused her bikini top to break free as her big breasts swung with the momentum of her body.
The punches had hurt Dakota and she was stunned, Louisa seemed reinvigorated and her face was a mask of intensity. Dakota tried to counter, but the punch was glancing at best, and Louisa began to pound Dakota's face, breasts and body as her foe tried in vain to defend herself. The punches were brutal and Dakota was hurt. Her nose was now bleeding and her left eye, which had been just a welt, was starting to swell. For some reason, the big bitch was targeting her breasts and they were bruising and swelling. The world was beginning to spin so she charged forward and wrapped up with Louisa. Their big breasts pressed together and the sweaty flesh slid easily across one another. Louisa's breasts compressed hers, to her disappointment, and hers were bruising so it hurt more than it should, but her ego was also injured by that. She grabbed Louisa's bathing suit bottom and instinctively yanked up, the flimsy fabric momentarily dug into Louisa's crotch, but then tore free, leaving both women naked. The double bearhug an immediate battle of strength and will. Their bodies were pressed together and their powerful arms cinched pressure onto their foe. Their chests were compressed and their breathing was made more difficult. Their legs and buttocks strained against one another. Louisa's hot breath was in Dakota's ear "I'm gonna beat you and then face fuck you bitch..." and she punctuated that with an incredibly powerful squeeze that caused Dakota to yelp in pain.
Dakota retaliated by squeezing back. Her face tightened up into a twist of pain and exertion as she crushed Lousia's lower back and lifted her off the ground. Louisa's legs flailed and arms release as she threw her head back in a yelp of pain and Dakota tried to throw her down but the other woman was able to grab her again, thwart the effort and the two returned to a mutual bearhug, struggling with one another. Louisa's legs proved stronger and eventually she drove Dakota backwards, slamming her into the jagged rocks. Her naked back crashed into the rock and Louisa slammed her heavy weight into her again. Dakota moaned and winced in pain. Dakota growled and dug her sharp claws into Louisa's full, taut, buttocks. She left long deep welts and trails of blood. Louisa growled in pain, leaned in, and sunk her teeth into Dakota's shoulder causing the other woman to scream in agony. Dakota took her claws and raked Louisa's face and eyes causing the olive skinned woman to shriek and stumble back as the two broke their grip on one another, gasping for breath.
Dakota momentarily leaned on her knees as Louisa put her hands on her hips. They waited a moment, both in pain. They both started to step towards each other, Dakota swinging first. Louisa dodged it and the blow carried Dakota a little off balance. It was sluggish and weak anyway. Both girls cheering sections screamed for them to finish the other woman. Louisa countered with a series of punches, all to Dakota's head and face. Her head snapped side to side as she was unable to defend herself well, her hands up defensively and flailing but Louisa's powerful punches left her punch drunk and she dropped to her knees. The big dark woman moved in quick, grabbed her hair with her right hand, widened her stance and swung big left hooks into Dakota's face. The thud of the blows echoed through the cove as Dakota's head bounced from the punches.
Her friends screamed for her to get up and attack Louisa. Louisa wasn't giving her a chance, she grabbed Dakota's head with both hands and kneed her in her face and chest wildly. The blows were brutal. Dakota was desperate, but wasn't quitting, she wrapped her arms around Louisa's thighs and tried to bring her down. At first she failed but then she found her mouth dangerously close to the big woman's labia and she did what she had to, she bit down. The screech from Louisa was ear splitting, she went down and Dakota sluggishly tried to scramble on top of her. Both women were covered in sand now, sticking to their bodies from the sweat that they were drenched in. The sand was gritty and caused them both pain as their flesh now did damage simply by rubbing across one another. They were in a desperate catball now, a test of which woman was stronger, which was better, who was the true alpha. Their breasts crushed each other and rubbed viciously the sand causing their nipples to bleed and become raw. The bite to Louisa's pussy had brought tears to her eyes but she wasn't crying. They rolled about, first one on top and then the other, all the while their friends cheering them on. It was a true test of powerful woman versus powerful woman but only one would prove to be the better, stronger and ultimate victor.
Their muscles strained as their shaved pussies rubbed together and the grit of the sand made the weapons unto themselves. Their arms burned with exhaustion as they clawed and tore at each other's bodies. Louisa was stronger though, and ultimately she ended up on top. She overpowered Dakota and maneuvered into a straddling position.
"Dakota, don't let her get you there!"
"Dakota!"
"Dakota, GET UP!" yelled her friends.
"I'm TRYING!" yelled the big woman, pinned beneath her foe.
"Finish her, LOU!"
"You got her now Louisa"
"Beat the cow bitch, Louisa!" yelled Louisa's friends.
And she did. Louisa rained punches down onto Dakota' s face and tits as Dakota struggled to defend herself and tried to grab at Louisa's big breasts and wrists, and tried to buck her off unsuccessfully. At one point, Dakota grabbed Louisa's nipples and twisted fiercely, causing Louisa to pause and growl in pain, but then she retaliated by doing the same and in the test of wills, Dakota yielded, first, her nipples already more raw and blood from the damage they had suffered.
While Louisa tired slowly, she did not stop punching Dakota. Dakota's struggles slowed as well and she knew that she had been beaten. As her face swelled even worse, her tits bruised and battered, she mumbled, "Fuck you bitch, you win....get off me..."
Louisa stopped and sighed. She got up and looked at her friends and raised her arms in victory, though she didn't look very victorious. She stomped on Dakota's pussy once for good measure, causing the supine bitch, tits up, to convulse.
As she started to walk away, she suddenly stopped and said, "wait..." she turned back to Dakota, who hadn't moved yet. "I promised you something else!" and she maneuvered quickly over Dakota's face, squatted, grabbed Dakota's hair and rubbed it aggressively into her pussy as she gyrated her hips.
The crowd of Dakota's supporters quickly moved in to stop it and things got a little rowdy as Louisa was pulled off, but nothing more transpired. Her friends helped her to her feet, battered and defeated.
"Holy shit...holy fucking shit...." Dakota mumlbed...
"I'm sorry" Caroline said, "It's my fault... I'm sorry..."
Dakota leaned against one of her friends, "Holy shit...that bitch got me good...mother fucker....."
