OK, here's the final rivetting showdown between Tasha & I based on a Poll run here on Free Catfights in 2007 before it crashed - enjoy the story even though it's taken about 2 years - thanks, Tom!
The previous 2 fights with Tasha are respectively at:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,4305.0.htmlhttp://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,4423.0.htmlHope you enjoy - please comment!
Hugs
Kayla
P.S. Next posting will be a repost of my 2nd fight with MarieB.
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KAYLA VS TASHA 3 by TOM
Since the dawn of time, there have always been a few men who actively enjoy participating in violence. Today, those who are not soldiers, box, wrestle or play football. This is one reason why mixed martial arts are growing in popularity. In this age of gender equality, it was inevitable that a few women would emerge who also like engaging in such violence. Tasha makes no secret of the fact that she enjoys “whipping another woman’s ass”. Kayla, being a world-class heptathlete and triathlete, pursues sports which involve confronting and mastering pain. There are enough other women with similar attitudes that a sub-culture of female fighting has grown up.
How the feud between Kayla and Tasha started is unknown. They first tangled in a grocery store where they fought tooth-and-nail until the store was trashed and Kayla knocked unconscious. They next met in the ring at Toni Ann’s gym. Kayla got an early advantage, beat Tasha and viciously and brutally humiliated her sexually. Tasha wanted a rematch. So here we are.
Toni Ann agreed to referee the fight. (How she managed to establish a gym outside the purview of any sporting authority is too long a story to be told here). A date was set. Even though it was likely that both women were familiar with the Toni Ann’s super-extreme rules, she sent the following email:
“I am sending this email to remind you of the rules for your upcoming fight which are the standard super-extreme rules of the gym. Rounds are three minutes long with one minute between rounds. Only attacks below the shoulders are legal and may be conducted with fists, elbows, knees or feet. I will help a fighter who is tangled in the ropes, but otherwise it’s up to you to get to your corner. If a fighter loses consciousness, timing will be suspended while I revive her. The fight ends with a submission. It is understood that the loser and all accompanying her will be at the disposal of the winner.” That was code for saying that the loser and her friends would be sexually humiliated by the winner. It was a standard stake for a fight like this.
Tasha insisted on wearing a thong while Kayla preferred to fight nude. Toni Ann flipped a coin and Tasha won. So Toni Ann added the rule that a fighter had to remove her opponent’s thong before pussy-punching. That’ll make it interesting, I thought, because I’m pretty sure that both women like to pound her opponent’s womanhood.
Kayla, Heather and I made a point of getting to the gym two hours early. (Heather doesn’t usually watch Kayla fight but she decided to support her lover due to the animosity between Kayla and Tasha). Toni Ann is a fierce fighter and her reputation is such that she has trouble finding anyone willing to fight her. As it happened, a young woman named Brandi had just moved to the area and was bad-mouthing Toni Ann to anyone who would listen. So Toni Ann challenged her and she accepted. We wanted to see Toni Ann in action. The fight was under old-style bare-knuckle rules. Toni Ann spent forty-five minutes punching her around the ring. She made no attempt to knock Brandi down but instead concentrated punishing her opponent.
Brandi’s face was so swollen that her own mother would not have recognized her. Her right eye was swollen shut, her nose was broken and she bled so profusely from facial cuts that her shoulders and breasts were covered in blood. Finally Toni Ann forced her into a corner and administered a pounding to her ribs, breaking three in the process. Then she pounded Brandi’s stomach until she was doubled over in pain. Toni Ann dragged her by the hair to the center of the ring, held her head in place and hit her with an uppercut that seemed to start at her knees. The CRACK of the punch echoed through the gym. Brandi’s eyes rolled up in her head and she fell unconscious. It took several minutes to revive her and we heard later that the punch had broken Brandi’s jaw; she also had the three broken ribs along with the broken nose. I hoped it was a harbinger of the beating Kayla would give Tasha.
Tasha and her friends, Garry and Lisa, arrived. It was time.
“Does everyone understand the stakes?” asked Kayla.
“Yup, the loser and her entourage are at the winner’s disposal”, said Tasha. “I can’t wait to give it to you up the ass with Johnny Dildo while you give Garry a blow job.”
“Talk’s cheap”, hissed Kayla.
Our group was alone in the gym so Heather and Lisa stripped to their bikinis. Garry and I remained clothed and surveyed the view-Kayla and Tasha in thongs, Toni Ann, Lisa and Heather in bikinis that left little to the imagination.
Kayla and I stood outside the ring next to our corner. I pulled off her t-shirt and stripped her of her jeans. As is our custom, I kissed her nipples for luck. Since she was wearing a thong, I ran my fingers up her belly and brushed her breasts. She hopped into the ring, and exchanged glares with Tasha. These women clearly didn’t like each other and it didn’t take a genius to figure that the loser was in for a horrible beating and it wouldn’t be fun for the winner either. The bell rang for round one.
Tasha rushed at Kayla with her arms outstretched. She is a brawler, a wrestler who tries top get her opponent on the ropes or on the mat. She then pounds vital areas of her opponent’s body and uses wrestling holds to sap her energy. Kayla, on the other hand, knows how to use her fists. As Tasha rushed at her, Kayla backpedaled, all the while peppering Tasha’s breasts with straight jabs. Tasha winced as each punched flattened a breast but she kept coming. Kayla threw a right hook that landed knuckles-first just behind Tasha’s left nipple. That made her grimace. So Kayla landed a similar punch to the right breast. By the time the bell rang to end the round, Tasha’s boobs were already a delicious shade of pink.
“A couple more rounds of pounding those tits and then I go to the belly”, said Kayla as I toweled her down.
“Be careful”, I replied, “She’s both tough and good. The bell rang for round two.
The second round was a continuation of the first, except that Kayla threw more of those vicious hooks. Once Tasha got close enough to throw a one-two to the belly. Kayla felt them-Tasha’s a hard puncher. Still, Kayla was in control as round two ended.
We were silent between rounds-Kayla knew what she had to do. The bell rang for round three.
As she left her corner, Tasha was holding her right forearm across her breasts. I smelled a rat. Tasha was too tough to be that affected by a couple of rounds of breast-beating. Kayla didn’t see the situation the same way-she closed with Tasha to pound her stomach. Tasha absorbed four punches and then like a snake her right hand shot out and grabbed Kayla’s left wrist. Before Kayla knew what was happening, Tasha whirled her once around and let go. Kayla bounced off the ropes into a vicious karate chop just below the navel. The result was devastating.
I heard the WHOOF as all the air left Kayla’s lungs. She doubled over and, out of instinct, clutched the injured area with both arms. Tasha grabbed her right arm in a hammerlock and pushed her to the ropes. She placed Kayla’s body on the top rope so that her nipples were squashed against the rope. Then she pushed Kayla sideways, raking her delicate nipples along the rope. Kayla howled in agony. “Titties a bit delicate, dearie?” taunted Tasha. She held Kayla against the rope with her left and smashed a series of rights to Kayla’s kidney. As each punch landed, Kayla’s body writhed as it had received an electric shock. When the bell rang to end the round, Tasha released her and she fell to her knees.
Between rounds Kayla was able to pull herself to her feet and she tried to get her breath back. All too soon, the bell rang for round four.
Kayla leaned against the ropes, seemingly defenseless.
Tasha was smart, she approached Kayla slowly and carefully. Kayla tried a belly smash but Tasha blocked it easily. She had no trouble with Kayla’s attempted tit punches. When she got close enough, with her right leg she swept Kayla’s legs out from under her. Kayla crashed to the mat. Tasha leaned down and grabbed Kayla’s thong with both hands and quickly stripped it off. Not only was Kayla now semi-helpless but also her pussy was now a legal target. My stomach knotted as I prepared for Kayla to be tortured into submission. Tasha didn’t waste a second. She dropped to her knees next to the prone Kayla and slammed her left fist between Kayla’s breasts which had the effect of pinning her in place. She moved her right hand to Kayla’s crotch and gently stroked her pussy a few times. Then she inserted three fingers into Kayla’s vagina and massaged rapidly. Looks of pleasure and pain crossed Kayla’s face. They were replaced by pure pain as Tasha scratched the delicate interior of Kayla’s pussy with a fingernail. She repeated that three times and then slapped a vaginal claw on Kayla, grinding her fingernails into Kayla’s delicate pussyflesh. Kayla may have pounded the mat in pain, her face may have contorted in pain but I knew it would take more than a vaginal claw to force her to submit. The bell rang to end the round.
As Tasha stood triumphantly in her corner, Kayla rolled onto her side clutching her wounded womanhood. All too soon the bell rang for round five.
Tasha approached her prostrate foe with caution. She kicked Kayla twice in the right thigh and then grabbed the right ankle. She raised and used it to leverage Kayla onto her back. At this point Kayla’s entire body was vulnerable and Tasha went to work with the aplomb of a veteran fighter. She slammed her heel into the pit of Kayla’s stomach several times and then slammed it into her pussy. Kayla writhed in pain as Tasha threw a hammerlock on her right arm and pulled her to her feet. She pushed Kayla across the ring and positioned her so that her breasts lay on the top rope. Then she pushed her down. Kayla screamed as the delicate underside of her breasts grated against the rope. Tasha turned her around and tangled her wrists in the ropes. Kayla fixed her with a look of hatred. “Fuck you”, she said.
Tasha stroked Kayla’s wounded breasts. “Boobies a bit sore, dearie?” Kayla did not reply. Tasha grasped each nipple between thumb and forefinger and kneaded them. Then she pulled them towards her and let the breasts snap back. After repeating that procedure, she returned to punching. She threw a volley of punches to Kayla’s already hurting breasts and then went to work in earnest on Kayla’s belly. Finally Kayla could take no more so she slumped forward, unconscious. Toni Ann signaled that the round time be halted and she quickly moved to Kayla and gave her smelling salts. Once her eyes opened, Toni Ann waved Tasha to continue. She only had time to ram a knee to Kayla’s pussy before the round ended. Toni Ann untangled Kayla’s wrists from the ropes and she fell to the mat. She had just begun to struggle to her hands and knees when the bell rang for round six.
Again Tasha put Kayla in a hammerlock. And began pushing her towards her own corner. I wondered if she was going to slam Kayla boobs-first into the turnbuckles. But Kayla finally had a counter-ploy ready. As soon as the reached the corner and stopped, Kayla raised her right foot and slammed the heel as hard as she could on the top or Tasha’s foot. I’m sure that it was my imagination that heard bones crack. But between pain and surprise, Tasha released the hold, grabbed her foot and began hopping around the ring massaging it. Kayla turned around and leaned against the turnbuckles, getting her breath and willing the intense pain in her pussy out of mind. Moving slowly, she went after Tasha ready for revenge. Tasha faced her but Kayla only had time to slam a pair of punches to Tasha’s boobs before the bell rang.
This time Kayla returned to her corner. “You’re going to have a lot of soothing to do tonight”, she whispered. I grinned because soothing Kayla’s sexual places gets amply rewarded. As the bell rank for round seven, I was optimistic that it was payback time.
Kayla had recovered enough that she was able to throw her lightning-fast jab to Tasha’s tits. The punches were hard enough that Tasha grunted as each landed. Tasha tried a belly smash in reprisal but telegraphed it so, as she threw it, Kayla grabbed her wrist and flung her into the corner. Tasha crashed hard into the turnbuckles and, although she did not lose consciousness, she was stunned for a couple of precious seconds. Before she could recover, Kayla was on her. She yanked Tasha’s thong down and off. Now both women were nude, the battleground was level again. However Kayla got one surprise.
