Chapter 3 Sending a Lamb to the Wolf
Peggy receives word that Ms. Green won, but her intuition was telling her something wasn’t right. Make no mistake Milly was a fighter, and was built for the style of fighting going on, but Milly was in no way the caliber fighter, Gina or Peggy was.
For those who watched the fight and also had seen Peggy and Gina fight others, read the room like yesterdays newspaper. It was to them and others to obvious Ms. Purple threw the fight, the why was the bigger question they all wanted an answer to.
They would get that answer just not as fast as they liked, they were going to have endure seeing Ms.Green take on Ms. Gold. Though they loved seeing these duels, they were disappointed that they were positive Ms. Green was a pawn in a much bigger game. A game that was what they called leading a lamb to its slaughter.
No one knew it was the famous Peggy behind that eye mask, but her previous fights here in the big easy, spread like wild fire. Her ability to not only dominate but devour woman as busty and skilled and some in less than an hour, made her the one to watch and wager on.
The financiers all knew who Peggy was, and after more of Peggy’s exploits were read about, they easily knew her one true rival and hated rival was the one and only Gina. So when word got out that Gina was already living in New Orleans and fighting still, it was a no brained for these men to set this up with hidden identities.
The one goal?, was to get these two amazons in the same room once again, let them titfight as strangers then allow each to remove her mask and let them decide to fight it out cat to cat for the last time.
A few were sure Gina might not want to swap claws with he queen, after their last fight, but as they thought about the pride Gina lost over and over, it was obvious she and Peggy would drool at the chance to finally finish it woman to woman.
Peggy smirked as she was told her next “big fight” was against Ms. Green, Peggy while confident never got over confident, she had heard about Ms. greens ability, strengths. But more over what Peggy didn’t hear from those who saw her fight was the spirit to get as rough and nasty as need be to finish another woman.
Peggy was proud to have that instinct as to how hard and fast end a fight to ensure herself a win, the few times she fell short , she got a rematch and took it all out on her rival then with no mercy. Yes often it would lead to a catfight after, but Peggy was so hungry to just fight, she welcomed it , making her even more a threat.
The night was set for her and Ms. green to fight, as expected the elite of the French quarter were invited and wager to see this Queen of the French quarter either maintain her reign or lose it all.
This time the fight would be held at a different mansion, though the arrangement was much he same. Car parked to the side while horse an carriages ushered the masked couples to the front doors.
The main room for Peggy’s latest fight was drenched in the 3 colors of Mardi Gras as before, the rug as thick. Under it the finest marble floors. The thick drapes closed off every window from prying eyes, the bar stocked with finest bourbon, and finger foods to secure appetites.
Peggy arrives with her financier wearing a gold spandex mini dress, gold thigh highs heels and bra with diamonds. Her necklace splayed proudly on her veiny swelling breasts, with the deep cleavage ready to swallow her jeweled prize.
Her hair already up, she was assisted from the carriage and escorted in on her financiers arm. Her smile broad and sexy, as she searched the bar area for Ms. Purple. She wanted one last look at the woman that was as hungry and ready for a fight as she was the night they were introduced.
It wasn’t till Ms. Green , Milly was escorted in the bar area Peggy forgot about the one she wanted to fight and was all about the woman she was going to fight. Ms. Green wearing a emerald green mini dress, thigh highs heels and bra with diamonds, seem to float in after her recent win.
She had every right to assume she won fairly, and she was one step closer to becoming the French quarter Queen, just one woman stood in her way now. As she was walked about for all to see, and her own emerald and diamond draped necklace splayed over her veiny breasts and equally tight cleavage swelled.
Their financiers also in the same eye masks nod to one another then walk the women to within a foot of the other. Both breath in and arch forcing their already swelling busts to threaten the thin straps taught straps more. Each does her best posture pose for the other as they glare through he eye masks ready to duel.
The men as always wager and agree it is to be a titfight to the end, once that is agreed the two amazons are allowed to discuss the stakes . As typical the winner takes losers milk, bra and necklace. The real discussion was, what the winner would do to the loser as all watch to make certain the loser knew she was finished.
Ms. Green inhales , “So you know honey, after i crush your tits, i am going to make you pleasure me till i orgasm”. Ms. Gold just grins, “well that sounds lovely, but so you know sugar, after i crush your tits, i am going to make you worship my tits as all watch then you will beg for me to stop riding your face”.
They both clench their hands to stop from slapping each other, then the butler rings a bell, “if everyone would please move tot he fight room now”. The two couples stand still glaring as all those invited move along into another room, and take positions along the walls.
Like the previous fight Ms. green just had there is a small 6 x 6 gold and green velour roped ring around the rug they will stand on. First Ms. green is escorted in the fight room, she smiles as she walks the perimeter for all those betting to take her in. She then stops a the roped ring and waits.
A second later Ms. Gold the standing Queen is escorted in and likewise walks by the guests for last look then stands by the ropes across from Ms. Green. The financiers beckon the maids with their trays and they remove their fighters necklace, then dress and finally bras.
As the maids retreat each man unhooks the velour rope in front of hs fighter and allows her to step within the boundary of the man made ring. Both women in just heels thigh highs thong and garters and eye mask stares. Their heavy round breasts rise and fall slow but fully.
Nipples thick stand stiff, and both Peggy and Milly see the scars earned over their years, they ow know inward their opponent is as nasty as two women can get if need be. But Ms. Green sees the deep imprint scar of a full mouth bite left on her rivals breast, near the nipple.
She takes in an extra deep breath as she can only guess but is sure this woman and her last fight either fought each other like wild cats, or they fought another who was a total savage at different times. Either way Milly knew if this was to get nasty, her rival for tonight was able and willing to get savage.
The mansions host announces the same rules to all , the style fight and the cost to each. He then rings a final bell, “Ladies if there is nothing else, Fight”. There is complete silence, Milly and Peggy breath out then each with slow calculated steps walks to the center.
They stop inches apart, both try to look past the masks to see if they know their rival, they can’t place it and slowly their hands ease to their own hair, breasts lift and swell out.
Then with an almost flawless step they close in. Nipples flick gingerly, then again, first Milly then Peggy whisper to each other,,”Fight me “, “Lets fight”. Peggy as is her style waits for her rival to start the duel, she often did this to see just how her rival liked to titfight , then she would force whoever her rival was to fight her way instead. There was something to her method or she wouldn’t be as good as she is.
They slowly step in the small tight circle as Milly seemed less eager to go at Peggy. As they circle so close together their slow heavy firm wobble of their breasts forces their thick nipples to graze and catch then flick off the others.
It causes a slight jostle they only feel, but it makes both breath in, then as Peggy planned , Milly starts the fight. They step and Milly head on bumps her breasts into Peggy’s, Peggy grins as her breasts hardly shift from the joust.
Milly swallows, she is slowly seeing and feeling why Peggy is the Queen after so many fights. But Milly was a fighter as well, or she wouldn’t be standing in front of Peggy. She becomes a bit insulted her own G’s couldn’t cause a shift, as such she eases her breasts around Peggy’s, their tight flesh a soft hiss.
Then Milly drives an upward style thrust into Peggy’s rounded front underside, just below the aureola’s. The sudden low thrust not only is a shock to Peggy, but it lifts and bounces her breasts the most anyone had to date at the start of a fight.
Peggy is forced to react with a soft grunt, “uuhhmmmff”. Milly tightens her chest and then instantly after uses her breasts to plow head on into Peggy’s breasts. A firm dense audible CLOP!!, fills the room.
Peggy arches from the hit, her breasts get jostled as she again grunts, “UUGHh ohhh”. The quick attack fills Milly’s confidence, she now steps at Peggy again this time she uses both her breasts to plow into Peggy’s big right then quickly again into Peggy’s left, two solid CLOPS again fill the room.
Peggy gets forced back a step and instead of strutting like it was a victory, Milly waits as she follows Peggy then delivers three solid head on jabs with her breasts. The SLAP of flesh fils the room, and Peggy can not deny her rivals weighted firm G’s are making solid contact.
She feels her firm breasts rattle side to side and jostle, her lips purse as she feels the opening volley. Milly now steps after Peggy again, and she whispers to her rival, “nmm stand and fight Honey”.
All those watching despite the masks go eyes wide and mouths drop open. In all the fights they watched Ms. Gold in no woman has taken such control so fast at the start. Before Peggy can brace or reply , Milly steps to her and now uses both her breasts on the outer walls of Peggy’s mighty twin globes.
She drives with her shoulders left, then right. Then quickly again, left then right. The smacks to Peggy’s side walls are firm and solid, her breasts get forced to collide together and get jostled.
Peggy would love to act as if the move was useless, but there was no denying Milly used her breasts like a Queen, and shifted the true Queens breasts as if she was a novice in her first fight.
Peggy breathes in sharply, her lips purse again as she pants out, “UUGHh , ohhh, mffff mffff bitch”. Milly despite only 5 minutes into the fight licks her lips as f she can taste a quick victory is near.
She again forces Peggy to retreat, this time however Peggy can feel the drooping rope at her the back of her knees. She quickly looks side to side and sees she is both along the rope line and near a corner post.
Milly an evil smile approaches and stuns everyone watching and Peggy. Milly gets in Peggy’s space and instead of a head on plowing move, which Peggy’s as ready for, Milly dips and walks into Peggy as she thrusts up fast and hard.
Everyone including me watched in shock and fear as Peggy’s head was tossed back, her hands drop away from her own hair and her lips open as she shouts out, “AGHHH BITCH MY TITS!!!”. The SMACK rang out two times as Peggy’s breasts were bounced up at her chin.
Before they could settle and allow Milly to destroy the undersides, Peggy’s knees buckled and she fell backwards to the floor on her ass over the rope.
She drooped onto her bare back and cupped her breasts, she was hurt and felt Milly’s fight was something to be Leary of, she was strong, maybe she really did beat Gina?. Whatever the truth was , the new challenger just did what almost no other woman has done to Peggy, and put her in real jealousy in under 15 minutes.
Those who wagered on Peggy just stood in utter shock, those who put money on Ms. Green smiled in pride and confidence. Milly stood thighs apart bust rising and falling heavier hands still on her own hair. She looked down over her breasts not even red yet and hisses down at Peggy, “you gonna fight or lay there bitch?”.
Peggy was stunned more than hurt, but there was no denying she felt the uppercuts, her undersides were red and her breasts were bounced as if they weren’t. firm at all. As Peggy starts to get up, she caresses her undersides to feel for pain.
Once up two maids run over and fix the ropes and post, then Peggy stands and sucks in a breath. All the guests look to see if their Queen fighter was to hurt, but when Peggy sets her hands on her hair and shimmies slow then hisses, “Oh Bitch i was warming up, now lets fight”.
They nervously nod and applaud, Peggy breathes in and then she and Milly again circle a good foot apart but close in on one another. This time Milly pauses widens her thighs and shimmies her breasts as she challenges Peggy, “cmon Bitch tit to tit fight me”.
Peggy keeps her strong breasts and chest a secret still, and doesn’t flex , instead she shimmies slow and hisses, “step on up Bitch lets get to it”. Milly now over confident walks right into Peggy, their tits again CLOP firmly, both women moan at the heavy collision and feel.
That is right till Peggy decided to show Milly just what a hard tit to tit fight was. As soon as the room hears the CLOP, the next sound is Milly reacting to Peggy’s attack. Milly looking at their breasts with a confused look pants out, “UUGHh ughh mmfff mfff mfff oh you bitch, uhnn uhnn ohh get off me uuummfff bitch “.
Peggy is smearing, pushing , pressing , shoving, and dragging her heavy form breasts all over Milly’s and making hers shift , and slide and roll across her chest and back. To add to the attack, Peggy is taunting as if Milly has no fight, “yess feel my tits , cmon cow fight my tits , lets go bitch fight , you hurt ready hmm cmon Bitch put em up”.
The tide of the room changes like a tsunami rolled by. Peggy isn’t fighting Milly, she is taking comets control. Milly looks like she is lost as what to do, rightfully so, she was able to put the Queen on her ass in under five minutes and now suddenly she can’t decide if she should lift, drag, or thrust.
20 minute mark comes and every one who was sure Milly was ready to win watch in shock, as those who know their Queen smile and wait for the fight to end. As they watch and i see every eye sparkle through the masks, all we hear in the large room is the echo of flesh being hit and rubbed and Milly’s panting reaction of confusion, pain and weak attempt to fight back if at all.
Peggy is not just making Milly retreat, but she guiding Milly backwards so the ropes can not be a factor tat stops this momentum. So Peggy fights Milly around the square roped area, forcing her to back pedal as she makes her 36G’s pound and work Milly’s pair all over her now reddening chest and tits.
Milly shakes her head no as she drops her hands down and pushes at Peggy to try to slow or stop her constant attack, between sweat and the tears welling up, are the slaps of film flesh and Milly’s grunts as she winces in pain and gasps at the feel of Peggy’s not just heavier but much firmer tits crushing into hers and moving them with ease.
Peggy grabs Milly’s wrists and throws them aside, “Get your hands off me bitch and fight tit to tit or give “. Milly is being embarrassed both visually and verbally, as she can not even think of mounting a counter attack.
At 35 minutes of Peggy’s relentless attack the ultimatum comes as all expected, the move was like a dance. Peggy knocked, pushed, dragged and smeared Milly to a corner post, as Milly arched so as to trip her tits lifted it was what Peggy set her up for.
Peggy widens her thighs as she dips after a long drag right to left then as Milly’s breasts wobble to a halt, Peggy thrusts up with all the power in her thighs and delivers the sharpest SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!!!, series i ever heard.
Milly’s tits are jostled up to her chin and shimmy and wobble from the blows, but instead of dropping to her torso, Peggy grabs Milly by her thong and steps in and upright and now pounds her tits up and into Milly’s undersides.
Milly screeches out, “OH GOD MY IT NO!!”. Peggy growls, “SHUT UP AND FIGHT YOU COW!”.
Milly has tears running from her eyes Asher undersides are nearly cherry red and her tits are being bounced as f they have no firmness at all. Everyone gasps at the sight of Peggy destroying this fighter so fast and so soundly.
Finally as Peggy snakes her arms around Milly and continues the underside abuse, Milly’s head drops to Peggy’s shoulder as she gasps for the fight to stop, pleading for anyone to step in, but no one dare say a word to stop a fight.
Finally as Peggy jabs her tits into the raw undersides she growls at Milly’s ear, “Want me to stop?’, Milly nods yes weakly. Then Peggy dips and uppercuts her tits again another scram,’AWWWWW MY TITS PLEASE STOP I GIVE PLEASE!!!!”.
Peggy grinds Milly’s underside as she says loudly ‘’ SAY IT SAY YOU GIVE BITCH”, Milly crying loudly, “I DO I GIVE YOU WIN “.
Peggy opens her arms and Milly falls back over the rope and post onto the edge of the rug, she rolls to her side and Peggy steps over her looking down over her tts “All fours Bitch now”. Milly waves Peggy off as if she won’t so Peggy takes a fistful of hair and forces Milly onto all fours.
She straddles her then slaps her hands onto Milly’s breasts and roughly with hate twists and squeezes till Milly is milked Ramon the rug. Satisfied Peggy rolls her on her back and forces Milly to kiss and suck her thick nipples then finally she sits up on Milly, she calls for the maids who hand Peggy both bras and place both necklaces on her.
Peggy smiles she looks down at Milly, who is now forced to pleasure Peggy to an orgasm. Finally satisfied Peggy stands as she does she yanks the mask off Milly and all see her rivals identity. Peggy hisses at her, “I see you in the quarter bitch I’ll claw your tits off got it?”, Milly nods and Peggy is dressed and parades out to her carriage with her man.
As the guests pay off the others who bet on Ms. Gold the only talk is when will she fight Ms. Purple, as her carriage drives away she looks at her financier and asks, “When will Ms. Purple and i be fighting ?”.
He swallows as he knows the set up not only worked but will brig the most savage fight known to the French quarter , he simply pats Peggy’s thigh, “All in good time my dear , all in good time, just be ready”.
Peggy sat in her room, she slowly caressed her creams over her breasts, as she did her glare was off into the distance . She wouldn’t tell me where she was daydreaming to, but if i had to guess it was regarding her upcoming fight against Ms. Purple.
Peggy kept it to herself, but it was becoming clear, she also felt something about the woman named Ms. Purple was bothering her. A long past rival?, someone maybe wanted at her but couldn’t?, whatever it was Peggy knew over all the fights this one coming was going to be more than the rest.
Miles away in another mansion, sat Ms. Purple, she to sat caressing her creams into her full firm breasts. Her stare was off to the distance, but as she worked the cream into her mass, she couldn’t help feel her next rival was someone she fought, or was suppose to but never got to.
Neither woman was sure of her prediction, but they dare not try to guess or assume they were right. But as these two amazons sat to thinking the worse , an old rival determined to fight as if her life was on the line was waiting to once again face her.
They firmly knead and squeeze and work their breasts, the creams now invisible form a glass like sheen over their breasts. The shine reflecting the light of the room, and their blue veins mapping the way to the aureolas and nipples as they stiffen to the fullest.
While the feeling was arousing, for these two it became a hunger burning deep within. Both had done what they could to spread the word they were willing to fight again and finally end their hatred and jealousy for one another.
For Peggy, it would be yet another victory over her hated rival, another fight proving to her rival her tits were far superior, and to her rival the final savage fight o break her for good. For Gina it would he’d doubt on Peggy being the best titfighter, and to devour her in a savage catfight break the queen and the reputation for good.
As each woman massages her shiny breasts they moan as they picture the fight in their minds, and each smiling a she sees herself stand over her rival hands up in victory. The longer they run through the fight that not yet has taken place, the more aroused each becomes till they pleasure themselves to orgasm.
Their financiers pay close attention to their fighter, making every possible form of training and preparation his fighter needs is met. The only thing they keep from each is the true identity of their rival, to have their fighter run be Queen of the French quarter was for these men the social elite high they longed for dating back to their great great grandfathers.
Over the years the title changed hands but the desire to have the fighter to obtain it for them never altered, now as they both have learned of Peggy’s reputation and more her fights against Gina, and likewise Gina’s reputation and her fights with Peggy were that of legends.
They knew once these two women meet again, the titfight might get rough and long, but the fight after would be something none witnessed before.
