[bcw8]

Renee saw the woman first at the resort pool.  She reclined in a lounge chair to the side, slim and taut in a black bikini.  She thought about her as she swam her laps, a steady rhythm back and forth.  She looked at her covertly afterwards as she rested, her back to the edge of the pool.  The water slapped at Renee’s nipples, but that wasn’t why they were hard.

She came into the sauna while Renee was there, wrapped in a big pool towel like Renee wore.  She smiled, and took the bench opposite.  She laid back, her short dark hair damp, and let her towel fall.  She was naked, her thighs open to Renee.  Minutes ticked away in silence.  In her mind, Renee ran her fingertips over the woman’s face and down her throat.  She licked the drops of sweat that beaded on her breasts and belly.  She kissed her pussy, her lips moving over smooth-shaven skin.  Renee closed her eyes and imagined what she tasted like.

When she opened them again, the other woman was looking at her,  She was touching herself, her middle finger sliding between her labia.  Her breathing was heavy.  She stood, and gathered her towel.  They were two steps apart.  She ran the same finger over Renee’s lower lip.  It tasted just as she’d imagined.

“I’m Mia,” said the woman.  “Would you like to join me for a drink?”  She smiled, and suddenly bent.  Her lips met Renee’s, the tip of her tongue flicking.  Her bare breasts just brushed the towel wrapped across Renee’s chest.  “Or,” she said softly, “shall we just fuck now, and have the drink after?”

Renee found her voice, with some difficulty.  “After.”

The silk of a spider’s web is strong.

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Mia was incredible.  Renee had never had a lover like this.  Her tongue, her fingers.  She made Renee cum, over and over, sometimes ripping it hard from her, sometimes teasing her softly to it.  And she took Renee to her level as well.  She pulled her along with words and moans and body language.  She led Renee to do things to her that Renee had never done to another woman. 

At last Renee surrendered.  No more.  She was wet with sweat and sex, exhausted and trembling.  Mia laughed and ran her hands over her body again; the promise of more, later.

They went for the drink.

Renee never took her eyes off Mia.  She didn’t notice the blonde woman at the bar, the one who watched them.  She didn’t see her leave, perhaps ten minutes before Mia pulled Renee’s finger into her mouth.  “My room this time,” Mia purred.  Renee felt herself grow wet at the very invitation.  In the elevator, Mia pressed into her, kissed her, bit her lower lip gently.

Once in the web, the strands entangle you.

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The blonde woman stood at the window.  She turned when they entered.  Renee looked at Mia, surprised that Mia was unsurprised.  Mia walked to the blonde, and kissed her, hard.

“Who is this?” said Renee.

“This is Carmen,” Mia said.  “She’s my lover.”  To the blonde, she said, “Meet Renee.” 

Carmen wore a short dark blue mini-dress.  She peeled it up and off, over her head, shaking out her hair.  She wore only a thin blue thong under it.  Her breasts were big, clearly implants; her body was hard.  Her left arm was half-sleeved with tattoos, roses and thorns.

“What’s going on?” said Renee, uncertainly. “Mia?  She’s your lover?” 

Mia laughed.  She slipped behind Carmen, and ran her hands over her body, her hard abs, then up to her breasts.  “Take off your dress, Renee.”  Unthinkingly, Renee followed her command, just as she had when they’d had sex.  After their torrid fucking, she’d pulled on a pair of skimpy panties and a loose sundress for the bar.  She covered her naked breasts with her arms.

“I don’t want a threesome, if that’s what you - “

“No, Renee,” Mia said.  She was squeezing Carmen’s breasts now.  The blonde woman still had not spoken a word.  “This is a game that Carmen and I play.  I like to find another woman, to make her . . . jealous.  I called her when we fucked, Renee.  She listened to it all.  How many times did I cum, Carmen?”

“Six,” said Carmen.  Mia nodded.

“So now what?” Renee said.  Strangely, some of the tension in her body dissipated.

“She’s a good match for you,”  Mia said this to Carmen.

Renee let her arms drop.  Her nipples had grown harder and harder while Mia spoke.  So had Carmen’s.  They were both in Mia’s web.

Mia's smile was radiant.  She said, simply, “Now? Now you and Carmen fight for me.”

[bcw8]

This was surreal.  Renee and Carmen stared at each other across the room.  Renee knew what she should say:  This is crazy, I’m not fighting her, I won’t play your sick game. 

Except, she wanted to.  She wanted Mia.  And the thought of fighting for Mia . . . aroused her.  A test, to prove herself. 

“You’ve done this before?” she said to Carmen.

“Three times,” Carmen said. “I beat each one worse than the one before.  Mia liked that.”

“You think you can beat me?”

They were nose-to-nose now, their nipples brushing together.

“Oh yes,” said Carmen. “I know I can.”

Their hands came together.  Their fingers interlocked.  First the muscles in their forearms corded. Then their upper arms, their shoulders, their backs.  They fought to keep their faces still, but pain crept in anyway.

Mia was right.  They were a good match.   The pain built in Renee’s hands and wrists but she held.  She bent Carmen’s hands, slowly, forcing them back.  She felt Carmen’s arms tremble.  Sweat broke out over both of them.  A bead formed in Renee’s cleavage, then broke, running between her breasts and down into her navel.  Carmen pressed back, forcing their hands back to even.  Her breasts pushed into Renee’s.  Her implants made them hard, solid spheres.  Renee’s breasts curved to conform to them, flattened under them. 

Mia had undressed.  She lay on the bed, her eyes bright, and slowly circled her clit with one fingertip as they strained.  Slowly, their arms sank to the 3 and 9 position, then back up.  Now Carmen bent Renee’s hands.  The brunette couldn’t feel her fingers now, couldn’t tighten them on Carmen’s hands.  Her wrists burned.

“Is she stronger than you, Renee?” Mia asked.  Renee sobbed, a sudden harsh burst.  Her body wanted to sink down to escape the pain, but her mind rebelled at the image.  She wouldn’t kneel, no no no.  She took a step back, then two.  Her back hit the wall.  Carmen’s nipples hit hers, dead on, and again the blonde’s tits crushed into hers.  Renee couldn’t kneel now, even if she wanted to.  Carmen’s face was an inch away. 

“I listened,” the blonde said, through clenched teeth.  “I listened to you moan while Mia sucked your tits.  For that, I will ruin your nipples, bitch.  I promise you that.”   She stepped back.  Renee’s will no longer made any difference.  Even though her mind screamed No, she sank to her knees as Carmen twisted her wrists, to the point Renee was sure they would snap. 

“Let her go, dear,” said Mia.  Her breath came fast as she watched Renee, so submissive on her knees, her head down, her breasts swaying.  Carmen delayed a second, but obeyed.  She pulled back Renee’s head and spit in her face, contemptuously, then dragged her up.

“A game,” said Mia.  “Bearhug her.”

Carmen locked her arms around Renee’s ribs, and squeezed.  Renee jerked in pain.

“Three minutes,” Mia said.  “If you make her say please within three minutes, Carmen, you can then hurt her anyway you want.  If you endure three minutes, Renee, I will reward you.”

Carmen buried her face in the side of Renee’s neck, and squeezed. 

It hurt the worst in her breasts.  Jesus Christ, those implants.  It was like two rocks were being pushed deep into the center of her breasts.  Renee moaned.  Her ribs and back were almost as bad.  Each time she exhaled it was harder to inhale.  Her arms hung useless, still in numb agony from the fingerlock.  It seemed like an eternity of crushing pain.

“Thirty seconds,” Mia said, amused at the panic that lit in Renee’s eyes.  Carmen shifted, and jerked the brunette up on her toes.  Her biceps were across Renee’s lowest ribs.  Carmen squeezed.  The last woman’s ribs had cracked, and the feeling of that had nearly made Carmen cum.  She wanted it again, from this bitch.  Harder. 

“One minute,” Mia said.  Renee sobbed.  She couldn’t help it.  “Just say please, Renee,” Mia reminded her. 

“No,” Renee gasped, but the effort to say the word let Carmen crush her harder.  The second minute seemed to last endlessly longer than the first.  Carmen started to pulse, relaxing her hold just a little, then tightening.  It stabbed her stiff nipples into Renee’s now soft and inverted nubs.  It made the word burn in Renee’s brain.  Her lips started to form it, a half-dozen times.  Each time she choked it down.

Two minutes gone.  Carmen slammed Renee into the wall, her head and arms flopping like a marionette.  She could only breath in short quick bursts now.  Again, into the wall.  Again.  Carmen screamed in fury and poured all her own flagging strength into her hold.  Renee bit her lower lip until it bled, because it kept her from begging.

“Three minutes,” Mia said.  She hadn’t thought Renee would make it; that she had endured excited Mia, because it enraged Carmen.  Carmen threw Renee to the floor, where she sucked in air.  “Come here, dear,” Mia said.  Carmen did, crawling on the bed to her.   She tried to push her face between Mia’s thighs, but Mia gripped her hair.

“You couldn’t make her beg,” she said.  “Maybe you aren’t as strong as I thought.”  She got to her knees, and turned Carmen to face Renee.  She pulled the blonde’s arms back and pinned them.

“Your reward, Renee,” said Mia.  “You get to make her tits bleed.”

[cflover]

YES!!! I like Mia hold Carmen for Renee!

[catfightfan_2000]

This story is so HOT! Like all of your exquisite writings, but I absolutely love this kind of scenario. Can't wait to see what happens next...on the edge of my seat!

[bcw8]

She slapped them, first.  Then curled her hands into fists.  Carmen’s head went back as Renee learned what it felt like to hit another woman in her tits.  She waited for Carmen’s head to come back, for the blonde’s eyes to meet hers.  She showed Carmen her fingernails, waggling them before her cold blue eyes.  Long.  Sharp.  Carmen strained, but Mia held her, and she dared not defy Mia.

Renee started with the undersides of Carmen’s breasts.  She dug her nails into the crease at her chest wall, into the scar from her implant surgery.  She slowly pulled out and up.  Carmen jerked in pain.  Renee’s nails left long red scratches, but didn’t break the skin.  She set them again, this time above Carmen’s curves, and raked down.  Deeper this time.  She watched the pain in Carmen’s face, and the pleasure in Mia’s.  Both made her pussy wet. 

She set her thumbnails in the center of Carmen’s nipples, those nipples that had been dominating hers.  She toyed with the stiff nubs as her fingers worked, finding their places in semi-circles around the center.  She could feel Carmen’s implants, the shape and solidity of them.

Carmen closed her eyes.

“Look at me, bitch,” Renee said.  Mia pulled on Carmen’s arms.  She opened her eyes and the second she did Renee drove her thumbs as deep as she could, and squeezed.

Carmen screamed.  Her tits deformed around Renee’s crushing grip and that hurt immensely but it was the red-hot poker of two thumbnails spearing through her nipples that was unbearable.  Renee shook her, focusing on the pain she still felt in her wrists and breasts.  Revenge and jealousy are tremendous motivations.  Blood began to bubble from where her nails pushed in.  Twin streams trickled down her thumbs and across the backs of her hands.

“Good,”  Mia breathed.  “Now let her go.”

Renee didn’t.  She twisted.  Carmen screamed, again. 

Mia was on Renee like a cat.  She dragged her backwards off the bed and ferociously drove her face into the wall.  Once.  Twice.  Three times.  She flung her onto her back on the bed again, dazed, blood running from her nose.

“Don’t disobey me, Renee!” snarled Mia. 

Head down, Renee nodded. 

“Say it,” said Mia.

“I won’t disobey you,” Renee said, her voice low.

“Teach her, Carmen,” said Mia.

Hate in her eyes, Carmen hit Renee in the face. 

Mia was satisfied.  “Face each other,” she said.  On their knees, in the center of the bed.  Blood from her nose dripped across Renee’s chest.  Carmen’s nipples were stiff again.  Staring at Renee, the blonde woman wiped blood from them and streaked her own face with it.

Mia pulled the desk chair around, and sat in it, her thighs spread to show them her wetness.  “Which of you is queen of the bed?” she asked.  “The one who beats the other to the floor and claims the bed alone for one minute.”  She rolled the pearl of her clit between her fingers.  “That one gets to taste me.”

Carmen’s fist rammed into Renee’s abs.  Renee buckled over.  Carmen’s hand closed on her throat, and smashed the back of her head into the headboard of the bed.  She hit the brunette in her guts again, heavy chopping shots.  Renee’s body jerked under the impacts.  Carmen gripped her hair and slammed her forehead down on the left bedside table, knocking its lamp flying.  She planted her foot on Renee’s ass and shoved her off the bed.

Renee lay on her side, her head spinning.  She thought only seconds had passed but then Mia’s voice cut through.  “Thirty seconds.”  She struggled up, clutching at the bedspread,  pulling herself back onto it.

Carmen greeted her with a vicious punch into her left breast.  It knocked Renee to her back, her head and arms off the edge of the bed at its foot, where Mia sat.  Carmen mounted Renee’s waist, rubbing her thong-covered pussy on her stretched-tight belly, and dug her claws into the undersides of Renee’s tits. 

“Payback, you whore,” Carmen snarled.  She pulled Renee’s breasts as far apart as she could, then slammed them together.  Renee moaned, blood pounding in her dangling head, her sinuses filling with it from her damaged nose.  Carmen twisted her tits then, wringing them like wet cloths.  The pain at the point of torsion in the center of her breasts forced a choked scream from the brunette, blood spraying from her nose and mouth.  Carmen slid down one of Renee’s legs then, and drove her fist between her thighs.  Contemptuously, she dumped her sobbing rival to the floor a second time.

Renee barely made it back on the bed in time.  She managed to block Carmen’s first punch.  She hit the blonde girl, knuckles into one of her prominent cheekbones.  But then Carmen’s hands closed on her breasts again, kneading her, milking her.  Oh god, it hurt so much.  She turned her head, her eyes streaming tears.  Mia was looking straight into her eyes, and smiling.  By her tits, Carmen threw her so hard from the bed that her back hit the nearby wall.

Carmen didn’t bother to wait the minute.  Mia let her iron discipline slip just this once as she spread her legs for the triumphant blonde to kneel between them.  Renee lay on her side, cradling her battered boobs.  She didn’t want to see it, but the sounds pulled her.  She opened her eyes and watched Carmen drag her tongue between Mia’s pussy lips, watched her suck on her clit in small, intense pulses.  Mia’s legs were trembling.  She had both hands on Carmen’s head now, moving her where she wanted her.  Renee closed her eyes again, but she had to listen, and the sound Mia made when she climaxed burned in her brain.

“Very good, love,”  Mia gasped.  Her body was as wet with sweat now as the two combatants’.  “Take the bed.  Renee’s turn.”

She might as well have slapped Carmen.  “What?” the blonde erupted.  “I beat that bitch!”

Renee opened her eyes.  Mia’s gaze was cold on the kneeling blonde.  Carmen lowered her eyes and turned away.  Renee pushed up, and crawled to Mia. 

“Carmen thinks you’re beaten,” Mia said.  “Are you?”

“No,” Renee said.  “Never.  Not by that cxnt.”

Mia twisted a finger into Renee’s hair, tugged her close.  Renee inhaled the sweet scent of her recent orgasm.

“Make me cum again, dear,” she said.  “Or I’ll hold you myself until Carmen is satisfied with your punishment.”

Carmen watched, smoldering, as Renee pushed her face deep into Mia.  She licked, and kissed, slowly teasing her mistress’s clit back to full engorgement.  She ran her hands over and under Mia’s slender leg, up the insides of her thighs.  She curved her hand under her own chin, and penetrated Mia, one finger, then two, exploring and caressing.  Earlier today, she had found a spot inside Mia, a spot on her inside under her clit.  When she stroked it, and sucked on her clit . . .

Mia convulsed with a feral orgasm, her thighs clamped hard on Renee’s head.  Her hard flat stomach heaved up and down as it ripped through her.  Renee pushed in harder, drinking her in, pumping her clit.

“NO!”  Carmen couldn’t stand it.  She shrieked in rage and ripped Renee away by her hair.  Like two panthers they tore at each other, slamming into the desk, the wall, and finally the floor.  Mia’s breathing gradually slowed.  She watched them, and licked her lips.

[Wives Fighting]

Wow this is super hot.

[cflover]

Go Renee!! Beat Carmen and fight Mia! Make them both your sex slave!
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[bcw8]

They were locked together, legs and arms intertwined.  One on top, then the other.  They ripped at each other’s hair.  They clawed, and punched.

“She doesn’t want you,” Carmen gasped.  “She has me.  She likes to watch me fight. When you’re finished, she’ll fuck me over your unconscious body, you little bitch.”

“She wants to replace you,” Renee spat back.  “You know it.  You saw how I just made her cum.  She wants me.  She wants me to beat your fucking ass.”

“Which of you is right?” Mia teased.

Carmen was on top.  She couldn’t deny Mia’s last orgasm.  She still saw it in her mind, Mia twisting and bucking and it was this bitch’s face in her pussy, not Carmen’s.  It drove her wild.   Her hands flashed to Renee’s throat, and she lunged over her.

The first three fights that Mia had set for her, Carmen had finished the other woman like this, brutally throttling her into unconsciousness.  She knew Mia liked it, that choking excited her.  Mia slipped from her chair and came to them cat-like, on her hands and knees.  Her eyes were bright, indeed.  She ran her hands over Carmen’s swaying breasts, caressing them.  “You are strong, my love,” she purred into the blonde’s ear.  She reached down, found Renee’s hand, and brought it up to Carmen’s breast.  “So are you,” Mia said.  Renee’s other hand followed suit.

Carmen’s arms locked out; she pushed straight down on the brunette’s windpipe.  Renee gripped the blonde’s nipples, and pulled down and out.

“Who will let go first?” Mia asked, her face halfway between theirs.

Not me not me not me not me, Carmen thought, but the pain in her breasts was indescribable.  Renee’s face was darker now, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted.  She pulled harder.  Carmen screamed, and shook her head, hair flying wildly.  One minute one minute, she thought.  Bear it one minute. Oh god.

Renee’s feet drummed against the floor.  Her vision began to swim.  Tear them off, she thought.  She felt Carmen’s blood flowing down her forearms again.  Tear them offffffffffff.

Carmen let go.  She flung herself back and away, shaking in agony.

Mia applauded.  “Well done, Renee!” she said.  “Now you - choke her.”

Renee crawled.  She found Carmen’s throat, squeezed.  In return, Carmen’s hands found her tits, dangling down.  Renee tried to send her mind away, tried just to escape the brutal milking.  She couldn’t.  She let go after only a few seconds, sobbing, and crawled away.

Mia frowned.  “That was disappointing,” she said.  “Really, Renee.  I have to say Carmen did better.”  She stood, and twisted a fistful of Renee’s hair.  “Up,” she said.  Once Renee managed to stand, Mia slid behind her.  She lightly dragged her nipples back and forth across Renee’s back, her hands stroking her heaving belly before caressing her battered breasts.  Renee stiffened and sobbed at her first touch, then calmed at her gentleness.

Carmen staggered to her feet.  Mia’s hands, under Renee’s arms from behind, came up to Renee’s face, then locked behind her neck.  “One minute,” she said to Carmen.  With her body pressed hard against Renee’s, Mia felt every blow deliciously ripple through the brunette, and into her, especially the punches into her tits.  Mmmmmmmmmmmm.

Renee was still conscious one minute later, but barely.  Mia pulled her to the bed, and lovingly arranged her there, on her back, her belly and breasts mottled with livid fist marks.  Carmen’s shoulders slumped with exhaustion.  Mia kissed her, tasting Carmen’s sweat and blood and a bit of her own pussy still on the blonde’s mouth.

Carmen knew she needed to ask.  “Please,” she said.  Mia’s fingers parted her pussy.  Oh yes, Carmen was wet.  Mia smiled, and nodded.  “Finish her,” she said.

Carmen stepped out of her thong and mounted Renee, straddling her face.  She reached behind her ass, and gripped her rival’s wrecked breasts, hot and swelling in her hands.  Slowly, she spread her knees wide and ground her pussy on Renee’s unresisting face, her hips undulating. 

“You swore she’d never beat you,” Mia said to Renee.  “You were wrong, weren't you dear.”  Neither she nor Carmen could tell for sure if Renee heard.  Mia kissed Carmen again, and gripped her ass, pushing her down harder on Renee’s face for a few long, suffocating seconds.  Renee jerked, and that was enough.  Carmen came, hard, her body spasming, her pussy flooding her vanquished rival’s mouth.

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A month had passed since the destruction of Renee.  Mia smiled at a lovely redhead as she joined her at the bar.  Carmen sat alone at a corner table, and sipped her drink.  Spiders do not need to eat frequently.

[cflover]

Mia is amazing! Mia's rules!!!

[deity17313]

Stories were becoming boring but this idea of the spider and its way of life interwined with a catfight storie was good bc, very good descriptions of the damage. Wish they would fight over a male protagonist in a future storie+1 on a good read.

[deity17313]

You should add more scenarios where the heroines are involved in a game set by the lover their fighting over. Ps wish youd add a fatal catfight. Your original stories you first posted had a couple and that surrealist feeling is cery missed.