[Amy J]

We are locked together in a slow waltz of pain, Lauren Vanessa.  So many decades of loathing to let out, to spend freely at last.   You drive your knees into my pussy.  I smash your face.  We both rip the other’s breasts.  It is a gruesome dance we perform, you and I.  A ritual of darkness. 

I release your quivering tits and peel your claw from mine, prying your fingers up, bending them back to the point of dislocation.  You scream as I twist your wrist, the note changing as you’re forced to turn and bend in order to bear the pain of your wrenched wrist and torqued elbow. 

Bent forward, in front of me.  Your ribcage bared, your tits dangling, your face downturned.  You are not the only witch willing to drive her knee into a hated rival with all her strength, you cxnt.  The crunch of your ribs….the splat of battered breast meat….the thud of that same cheekbone….. music to dance to…..

[marlu Queen]

A scream breaks the stormy night, I feel how you sink your nails into my chest, without thinking twice, face to face... I nail my nails into your sore left tit, it seems that all witches have our objectives in destroying and attacking breasts of the others... with my free hand I scratch your face and pull your hair hard, pulling your head back...

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I strain and twist to relieve some of the pressure on my fingers and wrist. I let out a howling screech as the searing pain shoots from my hand up my arm and then my fingers start to get tingly and numb. I desperately fire my other elbow into your ribcage right below your jutting breast which forces you to loosen the grip on my wrist. Before I can pull free, you sense my vulnerable position and repay my knee strikes with your own … sadistically firing your knee like a piston up into my ribs … my heaving breast ... and finally, as I double over, my cheek …

My head snaps back and my blue eyes glaze over a bit as I drop to my knees in the muck. On my knees, true ... hurting badly, most def ... down but not out. Through blurry yet hate-filled eyes I glare up at your smirking face. My breath is coming in wheezy moans and my body is racked with pain … I have but one thought in mind … to wipe that smirk from your face and make you suffer tenfold what you’ve put me through! From my knees with a hissing oath on my lips, I raise my free hand up … my inked witchy fingers groping and clutching until they find your kitty and clamp on it with a vise like deathgrip … Call it the Iron Pussy Claw … call it whatever you choose … I call it Punishment … Retribution … Revenge …

“Scream for me, dark sister!” I hiss through my bloody lips as I clamp down harder and squeeze your wet mound … digging my talons into the tender flesh …

[Erin Lee]

Starting to get a lil annoyed now by these inferior witches who seem to think they can rake my face and tits with their claws and nothing will happen to them ion retribution.

Well you Spanish bitch, you are about to learn a hard lesson.

I claw your face and sink my nails into your nipple, this finds a response from you. You claw at my left tit and scratch my face before yanking on my hair. I let out a roar of pain and anguish. My fists clench, i can actually feel the blood pump through my body. I clench my teeth before throwing my head back and howling at the blood red moon.

I bring up the elbow of my right arm and whip it round to drive it into your jaw, then, raising my left foot i look to slam my heel into the inside of your right knee. I look to send you down into the mud and if i do i will stomp the fight out of you, Spanish witch.

[Amy J]

My scream rends the night like lightning from the fading storm.  Your nails plow deep into the raw nerves of my clit.  I shudder in the dark sheer cliff of an orgasm of pain.  My back arches, my dark-tipped, bloodied breasts throbbing.  You bring me down to your level, Wanderer…..we were Queens once; now we are naught but whores savaging each other in the mud……

But as my legs buckle , as I scream again, as I fall to my knees with your claw in my pussy, I clasp my hands.  Not in prayer - we are far too lost to be supplicants for grace.  Into a single bludgeoning club that I lift above my head and bring down along with my full weight.  As my knees hit the ground, so this club smashes into your face, Lauren Vanessa.  Your grinning, cruel, bloody face.   Your agonizing grip falters….but doesn’t fail. 

My fists fall apart.  Mindlessly, numbly, I sling first one and then the other into your face.  Into your eyes.  My knuckles cut the skin over the bone of your brow.  My hands ache, horribly.  I cannot hit you as I wish I could - you are too close, my arms are too weakened.  But I know I hurt you…..and I will keep hurting you until you break…..or I do……

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

Seeing the Spanish witch Marlu again I get back to my feet as grab her body pulling her in to the mud with me as my left hand mauls her breasts and my right hand mauls her pussy

[Alix_Fights]

We block out the sounds and sights from witchy catfights around us, concentrating on each other as we battle on.  Lexi tries pounding my head into the wet mud, but it's too soft to cause an issue, and the fucking bitch should know that.  The pain in my scalp is beyond incredible, however, and I know from her screech that her pussy is in extreme pain as well.  She tumbles off me, and we get to our knees once again, facing off again, or faces distorted wit unholy anger.  I lunge at her, this time aiming my claw at her breasts, digging in my nails and raking downward, clawing and stretching her firm full breasts.  I glare at her, knowing what has to come next, but I'm too filled with rage to care.  I sense the presence of the Dark Lord, counting down the festivities, alerting us all the end is close.  I redouble my efforts at Lexi's breasts, gouging deep, digging into the base of her nipples, and seeing the desperate look of pain in her eyes. "You horrid bitch" I moan in anger and frustration.

[lexibabe]

aiiigh,i wail  the bitch digs her claws into my breastfeeding her talons dig deep into my skin

paybacks a bitch, and I can be to, not letting her get away with anything, I sink my claws into her breast,

our sobs. and groans.  mix. and mingle, our foreheads. bump, we lean in closer

a booming voice. announces the contest ins winding down

I barely hear it

releasing her  breasts catch two handfuls of her hair.  and stumble to my feet, trying to pull and drag her up

[Alix_Fights]

Our hateful catfight continues as we go from attack to attack, changing tactics, sometime initiated by her, sometimes by me, but always with retaliation from the other.  She releases my wet, muddy tits, pulling me up from the muck with a double handed yank on my hair as she staggers to her feet. "ARGHHHG" I grunt, staggering to my feet along with her, my nails clawing her breasts one last time before I dig my fingers in her ruined hair, yanking her head side to side as she does the same to mine.  Our sore and marked breasts mash together painfully, our wails mixing with those of our battling sisters of the coven.

[Erin Lee]

So focused am i on beating down the Marlu Queen i fail to notice Miss Hell for Leather Lynx sidling up on the pair of us.

I'm just about to take Marlu out of the fight when she's pounced on by the Lynx and dragged down into the mud where the pair of them start to fight and claw each other. I note that the Lynx has gone for Marlus most tender areas, ripping and tearing at her tits and kitty.

Much as i'm happy to wait and see how this turns out i'm also annoyed that my victim has been torn from my grasp. I wait till Lynx is mounted on Marlus body and i move in behind her. Grabbing her hair i yank it backwards with a view to making Lynx lose her balance. She topples backwards to where i have my legs far enough apart to get her head between. Then i snap them shut around her head. I cross my ankles and start to jump up and down before i drop my knees down into the mud and drive the back of her head into the ground. I make sure to keep seated on her face and start to slap her tits left and right with both hands.

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I’m channeling Citah’s feline fight-to-the-very-end spirit to help me resist succumbing to your non stop attack. Amy, I know you’re in agony judging from your shrieks and the pain etched on your face. This gives me the strength and will to keep the Iron Pussy Claw clamped in spite of the pounding of your flailing fists on my battered face. My grip falters and lessens in force but never breaks and now you’re on your knees also.

Both of us kneel in the muck locked together … Your fists have done their damage … my eyes are swelling and I feel the blood trickling from my nose and cut cheeks and lips. The iron taste of it fills my mouth. Our energy is ebbing … I sense it. You’re fading, Amy, your punches get weaker and more desperate. The muscles in my arm tremble as I weaken too.

At the last moment, knowing we’ve reached the breaking point, the instinct for survival kicks in for us both. Simultaneously we shove the other away and collapse into the muddy grass gasping, moaning and barely conscious … We use our bare feet to push away to get more space between us to gain enough time to muster enough strength into our broken bodies for the Final Battle …

[Amy J]

I drag myself along the ground like a corpse escaping her grave.  I have battered you relentlessly….yet you fight on.  You have tortured me to the edge of reason….yet I are no closer to submission.   We stare numbly at each other.   This isn’t over.  This will never be over.   

I let the rain wash my bloodied face and bruised body.  Hellish light streaks the sky.  A moment’s respite…..before the end….

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I painfully sit up and lean against the base of a large monument of a dark angel … I tuck my knees up and lift my battered face to the sky to let the pelting rain wash away the blood … Wish it could do the same to the pain and torment but that’s not happening.

I can hear shrieks and cries and curses and sounds of battle all around … I’m confident the dark angel will shield me from any sudden unexpected attacks while I recover my senses … I look around and catch sight of Amy slithering not far from me in the wet grass …

“Perempuan nakal!” I hiss savagely between gasps of pain and sent a vile gob of bloody saliva in your direction. “Anjing betina!”

The End is fast approaching, Amy … Maybe my end but most def YOURS …

Thus it has been prophesied and decreed. Thus it shall come to pass.

[lexibabe]

get up her you witch bitch I snarl,
then owwww,i howl feeling her claws. sink into my beast once again

you dirty,, I finish my comment releasing my right hand for a quick slap across your muddy cheek


and plunge both hands back into your skanky mop,, feeling my scalp  on fire  once. again,, our breast bounce. and slap each other,, we stagger and stumble trying to stay up right

stumbling backwards into someone

I hear a familiar  curse, hard to tell if its Katie,,marly,,Erin,or lynx

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I pull myself up to my feet ... my battered body shudders in protest and I take a long deep breath ... The rain has cleansed my face although it'll be a while before the swelling goes down and the purplish bruises fade. I refuse to give in to the pain and I climb cat-like up to the top of the black marble base of the Dark Angel statue.

I stand in front of the Dark Angel with my arms outstretched like inked wings. My toes curl over the edge of the base as I scan the horizon ... searching ... searching for ... for who? Who else but the one who loves to gamble ... gamble with dice ... the Sister who summoned us all here.

"Kate? Where are you, Kate? E taka nas naj...nah sus gah nilpa! Come let me thank you in person in a really special way for the invitation!"