The inspiration, and some terrific input, for this, and for the first Brenda fight, came from catftluvr (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=16633) - thank you!Brenda lay on her back, sheets tangled around her legs, the breeze from the window cooling the sheen of sweat on her body. She felt her husband’s cum slowly trickle from her. He was in the shower now. She closed her eyes and thought of how she’d fucked him, riding his cock, her hair wild, her 38DDs swinging. She’d milked him dry, but she wanted another orgasm. Her fingers found her still-engorged clit, and it took her only a minute before she clenched her teeth to keep him from hearing her.
She’d cum - hard - picturing what she’d do to his bitch mistress. Yeah, she knew he was having an affair. She actually knew quite a lot. She’d seen the texts and the photos. Big-tittied blonde whore. Her name was Kate.
Ever since Rhonda, Brenda had looked for the signs. It’s not that she wanted Michael to have another affair, but if he did, she’d be ready this time. After Rhonda, it would be a chance at redemption for Brenda, another shot at the test she’d failed before. She and Rhonda had fought, and there was no way to soften it. Brenda had lost. She’d lost badly. Rhonda had beat her tits to pulp, cut them with a broken wine glass.
Brenda closed her eyes. Rhonda had made her beg. This would be different.
Fight me, slut, Brenda had texted Kate.
Where and when? Kate answered in no time at all.
Today was when. Brenda had the where.
Brenda worked in the office of what used to be called a junkyard. Now it’s auto salvage or if one feels fancy, a reclamation center. It was Sunday, so the place was closed. Brenda had a key. Kate was punctual, 2:00 p.m. They stared at each other across the office. The pretext to get Michael there didn’t matter. He walked in five minutes later. “Oh, fuck,” he said.
Brenda stood. She wore a light cotton shirt with snaps instead of buttons, and a short denim skirt. She had her best lingerie on under it. Kate wore white shorts and a pink t-shirt, and very obviously no bra. Her big nipples had been on full display from the moment she’d walked in. This pissed Brenda off even more, which Kate clearly saw, which pleased her, which pissed Brenda off even more.
“We three are going four or five rows deep,” Brenda said. “Your little slut and I are gonna fight. You are gonna watch.” She didn’t wait for any questions. She turned and went out the back door.
Brenda had picked a little cul-de-sac, a dead-end of wrecked Toyotas and rusting Fords. The cars were hot in the sun, radiating heat into their small three-sided arena. The ground here was pretty clear of broken glass or other shit, so she kicked off her sandals.
Kate did too, and then peeled off her shirt and shimmied out of her shorts. Standing there in slender white bikini panties, she ran her hands through her short blonde hair just in order to lift and sway her bare tits. They matched Brenda’s, with bigger nipples. “Come on, bitch,” Kate said. “Haven’t you ever been in a catfight before?”
Brenda didn’t answer that. She unsnapped her shirt, slowly. It, and her skirt, she tossed at her husband’s feet. Her black lace bra had a front clasp. She rubbed the lace over her erect nipples before it joined the pile.
“No rules,” Brenda said.
“Two rules,” Kate shot back. “One. We fight until the winner decides the loser has had enough.” She cupped her breasts, pushing them up and together. “Two. He fucks the winner, while the loser watches.”
Brenda wondered if Michael would object. He didn’t. Her eyes went cold.
“Come at me, bitch,” she said.
Still cupping her breasts, Kate took a few steps forward.
“Come fight my tits, wifey,” she said. “Yours are big but they’re fat-big. They’ll be sagging to your knees when I’m done.” She raised her hands, palms facing Brenda. “Come fight my tits with your tits, cxnt. Scared?”
Brenda stepped up, her face dark with fury. They interlaced their fingers, tested the grip.
“I’ll let you go first,” Kate said. “It’ll make it just that little bit more humiliating for you after I bust your fat boobs.”
Brenda lunged into her, their heavy tits colliding with a hard slap.
Immediately, Kate hit her back. Brenda gasped. Her breasts were mashed flat.
She lunged into Kate again but the blonde hardly moved. Kate punched back with her tits and this time Brenda squealed in pain. She staggered back and tried to drop her hands but Kate held them tight. With a wicked grin, Kate pounded her chest into Brenda, once, twice, three times. Brenda’s dark curls whipped around her face as her head snapped back each time. Her ass hit the side of a car and then her back was pinned to it. Kate hit her one last time.
Brenda fell to her knees, cradling her chest.
“Fucking weak-titted cxnt,” Kate said. “No wonder your man was looking for a real woman to fuck - again.” She grabbed Brenda’s hair and banged her head against the car door. She walked back to the center of their fighting space. “Yeah, I know about your basement fight. Get up, bitch. You can’t possibly be ready to quit already.”
Brenda screamed in rage and charged. Kate met her head on. Brenda took her to the ground but the blonde buried her nails in both of Brenda’s breasts and threw her off. Once Kate was on top, she dragged Brenda’s tits all over her chest, jamming them together, jerking them apart. There was a second of relief when Kate suddenly let go, but the blonde woman raised both hands high and smashed them down as fists in the centers of Brenda’s aching tits.
Kate got up. Brenda curled in a ball, sobbing in shock and pain. She watched the blonde wildcat strut over to her man, her ass twitching in her thin white panties, and kiss him like a oversexed porn star.
“Nooo,” Brenda moaned. This couldn’t be happening. Kate unzipped him and pulled his cock out of his pants. He was hard as stone. Kate turned sideways to give Brenda a full view of her slowly going down on him, sliding her fingers down his shaft and over his balls as her lips sank all the way to the base. She held him like that for several seconds before coming up again, gasping. She faced Brenda as she ground her ass against him, her hands up in her hair again as she shook her tits back and forth.
Brenda forced herself up to her knees but this time Kate charged her and kicked her savagely in the face. She landed hard on her back, unable to breathe for a moment. Blood gushed from her nose.
“I knew I’d beat you,” Kate said. “But I didn’t expect it to be quite this fucking easy. He said you gave that other bitch a good fight - for a while.”
Kate took Brenda’s panties, and not gently. She ripped them, and the lace didn’t tear until well after it was sawed back and forth between Brenda’s pussy lips. The brunette was scraped raw, her skin red and inflamed below her dark trimmed triangle.
Kate let her get to her hands and knees. She slapped Brenda’s ass, then dug her nails into it. “Did you like the show?” she said. “The way I sucked his cock? Every time I do it he tells me how much better at it I am than you ever were.” She twisted Brenda’s hair in her fist and jerked her head back, and slid her hand over the pale curve of her ass down between her thighs. “You know, Brenda, I was thrilled when you found out. When you texted me.” She tightened her claw on Brenda’s pussy. “One of our favorite bits of foreplay is the way I describe to him how I would destroy you in a catfight. God, it makes me so wet! And Michael - well, clearly it’s his thing.” Kate let go. “C’mon, Brenda, get up.” she said. Her voice was husky with sex.
Brenda stood, on fire with fury and humiliation. Blood trickled over her lips and chin and dripped on her freckled tits. One drop ran full over the curve of her nipple and down her heaving belly. The sight of Kate going down on her husband had made her sick with jealousy but also, truth be told, had made her pussy wet too. So had hearing of their verbal foreplay.
Kate was licking her fingers, the hand that she’d just used to claw Brenda. “Mmmmmmmm!” she said again. “Maybe you’ve got some cat in you after all!”
Nose to nose, they went for each other’s tits, fingers sinking deep into big heavy globes.
Kate had faint pale triangles where she’d tanned at some point while wearing a bikini top, and Brenda concentrated on crushing everything within those tan lines. She felt a surge of elation as the blonde woman’s face contorted with pain. She squeezed harder. Kate screamed, stamping one foot. Then Kate, with her fingers buried in Brenda’s tits, twisted them.
For a moment, Brenda couldn’t breathe. She felt the point of torque deep in the center of her breasts and their outer surface spiraled like laundry being wrung dry.
“Oh fucking god!!” she wailed. Kate twisted harder, jerking Brenda’s tits outward as she did.
“Does this hurt, cow?” Kate said. It hurt more than anything. Brenda let go of Kate’s breasts and grabbed her wrists. She went up on her toes, trying to relieve the pressure.
“He loves to cum on my tits while I describe doing exactly this to you,” Kate said. “Do you think he’ll ever cum on your tits again?”
Brenda sobbed. She dug her nails into Kate’s wrists but she couldn’t make her let go. Kate was pushing her back into the cars again. The back of her thighs hit the front grille of a used-up sports car. Its hood was hot against her bare ass. Kate put one foot up on the front bumper and bent Brenda back. Then, both feet on the bumper, Kate bent forward at the waist, pushing straight down.
Michael watched. Kate had been the hottest fuck since Rhonda. He couldn’t help it. Her ass was up, her slender white panties translucent, soaked with sweat except where they were glued to her smooth pussy with a potent mix of sweat and her juices, the scent of which he faintly caught in the humid breeze. Her magnificent tits were swaying below her as she bent forward, her big nipples thick with blood.
His wife was stripped naked and helpless on her back on the car hood, her belly and legs slick with sweat, her legs spread wide between Kate’s, her clawed pussy on display. Her tits were almost in her armpits as the blonde wildcat bore down on her. Framed within Kate’s legs, he saw that Brenda’s breasts were bleeding now as Kate’s nails ripped out and dug back in.
Amazing. He hadn’t been this hard since Rhonda’s basement.
Brenda was panicking. This morning, she was masturbating while dreaming of dominating Kate, but she was the one being beaten - she couldn’t break the bitch’s grip on her tits! With core strength she didn’t know she had, she jackknifed, lifting her legs up and scissoring Kate’s hips from behind. Then she jerked her legs down. Kate flew backwards off the car bumper, landing hard on her back.
Screaming, Brenda threw herself on the blonde. She hit her, twice in the face and twice in her tits, before Kate punched up into Brenda’s bruised boob. Brenda sobbed in pain. Kate threw her off. Kate’s mouth was bleeding.
“Now you’ve done it,” she said to Brenda.
She stomped Brenda, into the dry grass and dirt of the junkyard. Her head, her belly, and her pussy, but especially her tits.
“No more,” Brenda gasped when Kate finally stopped. She couldn’t stop herself. It wasn’t begging, it was just . . . something she couldn’t keep herself from saying. Kate didn’t care either way. “Rule one,” she said.
Junkyards are full of junk. Odd and ends. Like broken timing chains off old motors. Kate found it lying in the open engine compartment of the second car she checked. She draped it over her shoulder, hanging down between her swaying breasts, and came for Brenda.
Brenda had made it to her knees. From behind her, Kate reached between her thighs and dug her into her pussy again. Kate dipped and lifted Brenda across her shoulders in a back-breaker, anchored by the pussy claw at one end and a hand on her face at the other. Brenda’s legs and arms dangled, her spine bent in an arc, her tits flopping to the sides of her chest.
Michael watched closely. Who knew Kate was so strong? But it was the sadistic cruelty that was starting to boil over that captivated him. This had started over his cock, and it was still partly about that, but it was also cracking open, going much deeper. He was seeing it again. The wife wants to beat the mistress, to defend her place, to teach the slut her place. The mistress wants to
destroy the wife. Maybe that is part of why they exist?
Four steps back to the sports car hood. Brenda’s body banged hard into it as Kate dumped her on her back. Brenda’s head hung over the left fender, her hair dangling down to the long-flat tire.
Kate swung her chain, experimentally. It was more rusty than greasy, but the links weren’t locked up. It whistled through the air. Kate grinned.
Brenda screamed the first time the chain came down across her tits, and the second time, and the third. After that, she couldn’t scream.
Kate was breathing hard, panting, really, with effort and with arousal. Oh, how she’d wanted this moment! His fucking bitch wife! And the cxnt had asked for it. She’d thought she could outfight Kate, even though Kate had already outfucked her, by luring him away. Stupid fucking wifey. Now she was getting her tits busted. And every lash of the chain made Kate wetter.
She finally stopped, her arm aching with exhaustion. Brenda moaned. Her tits had been bruised and cut before. Now they were a disaster zone. She was criss-crossed with angry red marks. Most of the ones that had hit soft tissue had bitten deep, tearing the skin. Her big pink nipples, especially, were sliced open. Inside, blood vessels and milk ducts were burst. She had nowhere to go to escape the pain. It was an immense storm cloud filling her sky.
And it was about to double.
Kate wrapped the chain tight around the base of Brenda’s left breast. She pulled it even tighter. The chain constricted, biting deep. The constant burning pain spiked into sudden agony for Brenda. She bucked and screamed. Kate jerked, pulling her off the car hood. Kate’s grip on the chain held as Brenda fell. Brenda’s ass hit the ground, but not her upper body. Head back, arms flung out, she dangled from the chain in Kate’s hands, pulled tight in a noose around her breast. Kate put one foot on her throat and pushed down, pulling up on the chain at the same time.
“I’ll rip it off, bitch,” Kate snarled.
Brenda couldn’t breathe. Kate’s foot on her throat and the unbearable pain in her breast made it impossible. She felt the chain slowly slipping up her breast from her weight and from Kate pulling up with both hands. The effect was like her boob being pulled through a too-small hole, made of steel, with rough edges. The chain cut and scraped her inch by inch in sheer torture. When it came free, it was the sweetest relief. She could breathe again.
Then Kate wrapped the chain around her own fist, and dropped across Brenda’s stomach. Kate’s first punch was to her face, and her cheek exploded. The chain cut her open, blood flying. It hurt Kate’s hand, too, so the blonde’s next four punches were to Brenda’s breast. The same one. The blonde woman’s face swam in and out of Brenda’s ability to focus. Four more punches with the chain-wrapped fist, all straight into her left nipple.
Kate couldn’t stand it any longer. Her pussy rubbed up and down on Brenda’s belly every time she hit her, and the sensation of Brenda’s body jerking under her was like a small electric shock into her clit. She was so fucking aroused. Destroy her, take him. She stood up and turned to him, peeling her wet panties off as she went.
“The fight’s not over,” Michael said.
Kate brought his fingers to her pussy, “I guess you’ll have to fuck me twice, then,” she said.
Kate’s tits were sore but nothing like Brenda’s, and Kate wanted her to see his hands on them. She chose the angle carefully, like setting up a porno scene for Brenda’s benefit. She wore the chain around her neck, dangling into her cleavage. From behind, his hands cupped and squeezed her tits, because hers could take it, bitch. Between her wide-spread legs, Brenda could see him penetrate her, his cock emerging gleaming wet from her and then plunging back, because her pussy was a hundred times better than hers..
“Noooooooooo,” Brenda sobbed.
He stopped, denying Kate her orgasm when it was seconds away.
“Rule two. I fuck the winner,” he said.
Kate screamed at him in frustration. He pushed her off. She came for Brenda with murder in her eyes.
She wrapped the chain around Brenda’s neck and dragged her from car to car until she found one she liked. One with a door that still opened and closed easily. The driver's seat was gone from it too - even better
“Remember at the start, bitch? When I said I’d bust your fat boobs?” Kate said. She controlled Brenda with the chain around her neck like a big dog on a leash.
The first time she used the car door on Brenda’s tits, it was with soft pressure at first, slowly building, then with her weight leaning into it. Brenda beat at the car chassis, at the door, but she was a weak bitch. She couldn’t stop Kate.
Getting her in position to slam the door hard on her tits one at a time was harder. Kate cursed at the sobbing brunette, and banged her head against the steel door frame. Brenda couldn’t fight back any more. There was no satisfying clunk of a normal door slam, but there was a hysterical scream each time Kate whipped the door into Brenda. Five times on her left tit, ten times on her right, since her left one had such a big head start.
Even under Rule one, Brenda was finished. Her tits were ruined, bloody, blood-filled bags that sagged and swelled. Her freckled skin was red everywhere and purple where the impact bruising was the worst.
Kate dumped her on her back in the dry grass and dirt, and knelt over her face, still holding her leash. Brenda’s breasts were like the carcasses of animals slaughtered on the altar of her chest to some dark god.
“I win,” Kate moaned, “She’s done. If I beat her any more, I’ll kill her. I want her to remember this the rest of her life.”
Michael came to them. Kate watched Brenda’s eyes and if she closed them Kate twisted the chain. “Watch,” she ordered.
Brenda watched his cock penetrate Kate’s wet-slick pussy from behind, only six inches above her face. Kate’s sweat and juices spattered on her cheeks like rain. She saw his balls, the balls she had cupped so many times, swinging as his belly slapped his mistress’s ass.
“Watch, goddammit!”
He was thrusting hard now, and deep. Kate was moaning. Brenda could see her clit, it was so thickly engorged. His cock made it dance.
Kate’s face went dark as she held her breath through her orgasm, her hips bucking. That made him cum as well, mostly pumping it deep into the blonde, but one thick rope of his jizz fell across his wife’s battered lips. Brenda’s final humiliation was Kate rubbing her pussy on her face, with his cock still clenched in it. She hadn’t thought anything could be worse than Rhonda. She was wrong.
Two days in the hospital. She needed some surgery to repair her left breast. It was bigger than her right one now, thanks to that. Police came and went, finally accepting the story of a brutal attack and robbery by a total stranger.
She wouldn’t wear a bra for a month. She’d never again lift and caress her breasts in the shower without thinking of Kate, and Rhonda, and pain. He’d never touch them again without her remembering humiliation.
Worst of all was Kate’s texts. She sent the same one, every day.
I fuck him whenever I want. When I do, I think about how I beat you, Brenda.
