[lexibabe]

i hear someone  approaching,   my vision adjustingto the   dim light,i see  a form coming closer,but can't make it out,

then  that voice,the  unmistakable  voice of  Alix,  i tense watching as she comes closer still.

she taunts  me,with a challenge, that's  all it takes,i  walk closer,able to now see the sleek   form of her body

the confident smirk on her face,  sliping off my  shoes  we start to circle,the tension building

then  we go for it  and lunge,our bodies  splat togather, owww i groan feling her claws bury in my hair

i sink my claws  in her stringy mop,,givin her empty hea  a shake side  to side

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I growl and hiss as Amy wraps her fingers around my throat ... I'm on top of her and my fingers are tangled in her black rain soaked hair. I lift her head up and slam it down into the squishy mud once ... twice ... The heavy downpour of rain drenching us both has made my skin slick and wet and allows me to grab her wrist with my other hand to pull her clawing fingers from my neck. I reach for a broken chunk of tombstone lying near us wanting so much to smash it into her snarling face and finish her off once and for all ...

But a piercing voice sears through my brain commanding me to enter the old church ... It's not Kate's voice. ... but another. With one final slam of Amy's head into the mud I get up off her ... give her a final quick kick in the ribs for good measure. As I move away I see Lynx returning to continue her fight with Amy but that's no concern of mine for now. Instead I glide across the glistening wet grass to the stone steps and the church entrance and the rest of my Sisters and the Voice beckoning me ...

[KateA]

Alone in the dead lands my body is being pummelled not by my wretched sisters but by the rain. The spirits of my victims look vexed, as do I. Am I really the only member of the Thirteen who is brave enough to face the terror of the dead lands or perhaps it is me that sends a chill down their yellow spines. This is no dance, there is no permission to give or rules to follow - my invitation is clear - come and fight me!

It is at that moment of peak frustration my Dark Lord appears before me, he taunts me yet he too is vexed by my sisters actions…

“Witch…your night is rather unimpressive so far. The only blood you have shed has been your own. Do your sisters hate you so much that they won’t accept your challenge or is it perhaps they all do fear you? Mmm vexing…most vexing indeed!”

I fall to my knees and before my Dark Lord, I plea:

“Oh my lord, My sisters fear me…I besiege you, release me from this infernal bond of sisterhood. Grant me the freedom to murder and slay my wretched sisters…”

“Enough Witch! You may get what you want…I’m inclined to grant you this boon. Besides who needs witches when we have social media to destroy the soul of humanity? However let’s see what your sisters will do…maybe one of them will find her courage and join you in the dead lands or maybe you’re so pathetic and hated, they don’t see you as being worth fighting? Either way…stand your ground witch - stand!”

And with that my Dark Lord disappeared from sight and I rose up to my feet and glared in the direction of St. Mary’s and my sisters.

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

As I lift my bare foot up onto the first gravelly stone step to the church door I suddenly stop and turn my head. Through the sound of the whistling wind and pelting rain I hear a voice in the distance ... I know that voice ... beseeching "Come and fight me!"

"As you wish, 'dear' sister ... as you wish ... "

I turn and retrace my steps ... once more gliding across the cemetery grass out to the forbidding deadlands where I see a solitary figure standing there ... waiting ... for someone ... for me ...

"Kate, I see you standing there ... standing your ground ... where you shall fall!"

[Amy J]

As Lynx sinks to her knees, I see Kate also on her knees in prayer to the Dark Lord.  She seeks his Favor...but I am a jealous servant of His.  Leaving the Welsh witch dazed and gasping for air, I shed the last of my ebony gown, my breasts fully bared to the night and my Sisters.

"You are hated, Kate.  Know that deep in your black heart.  But I answer your call and challenge.  Fear you?  Far from it, my dear!"

I charge into Kate, headlong, my breasts smashing into hers with savage force.   She stands her ground and the vicious impact ripples through us both, a deep disturbance in the ether.  We lock together, woman to woman, and I rip her dress down her back like tearing the veil between reality and the otherworld....

And I hear Lauren Vanessa ..... join us in combat, Wanderer.......

[KateA]

How much time has passed is unknown to me, I am alone in the dead lands. I’m a solitary figure of evil, this my domain - I claim it as mine. As I will one day claim dominion over hell itself. Why have a Dark Lord when you can have a Dark Queen!!! But as I drunk on power slip further into my insanity, I at last see a figure appear from the gloom. It’s Lauren the painted bitch; myself and Lauren crossed paths numerous times over the centuries. But each time that accursed pact of sisterhood saved her from my wrath.

I feel my nails twitch with excitement, the spirits who surround me begin to moan as well. Oh how they crave to see my defeat and oh how I crave to disappoint them and prolong their tormented existence. But as I get ready to embrace Lauren’s face with my nails…Amy the demented speeds past her. The last time I saw Amy run that fast she was running from a pious nun of all things, the wretched servant of god threatened my sister with soap! Amazing how one of the thirteen can be defeated with soap…but this is Amy, he don’t call her a dirty bitch for nothing.

Eventually Amy’s body collides into mine and I shudder at the intensity of the impact. Our breasts crush into each other’s and at last I feel pain, delicious pain. We lock together tightly and I rake my nails down her back, as Amy begins to tear my dress.

*Ripppppp*

The sound of my own dress ripping excites me and I snake my right leg between Amy’s and hook her left calf as I hurl us both into the cold wet mud of the dead lands. But before we tumble, I hear you shout for Lauren to join us…I too call out to Lauren.

“Lauren you painted hag…come let me scar you, my nails hunger for your face as much as they hunger for Amy’s”

Then with a smile on my face, I sink my teeth into that foul bitch Amy’s right shoulder and with one final twist of my hips, we both finally tumble screaming at each other into the cold embrace of the dead lands.

[Amy J]

An embrace it is; one of loathing and contempt, of hatred and pride. Your low taunts are meaningless - the croak of a frog or the caw of a raven.  Empty.  But your body is a boon, for my claws!   I slash further down your back to the taut muscle of your ass.  Your teeth tear my bare shoulder.  We squelch into the damp ground, the home of worms and decay, the grasping recipient of corpses.

I break your bite with my thumb in your eye, Kate, rolling to mount you at the same time, burying you in the mud beneath me, forcing your face sideways into it until your heaving breath bubbles in the fetid water.  I scream in fierce glee and drop my hungry mouth to the bulge of your modest breast, little sister…..one good bite deserves another. 

On His Throne, the Dark Lords claps and roars with delight….

[Alix_Fights]

I see my nemesis for the moment, the bitch Lexi, return my glare as she starts to approach, closing the distance between us.  We start to circle, announcing her acceptance of my challenge, and my eagerness to fight her.  She lunges at me, and I at her, our toned bodies mashing together in hatred as our hands fly into each others hair.  She shakes my head side to side by my hair, my scalp already aching, and I curl my fingers in her wind blown locks, twisting them back and forth to put pressure on her roots as my nails dig into her scalp, both of us howling in anger.

[KateA]

We tumble into the cold wet embrace of the dead lands, the musty odour of death is overwhelming. My teeth relish the flavour of your flesh; however a swift and dirty thumb to my eye forces my mouth to release you and I howl in pain:

“Arhh Amy you dirty fucking cxnt!” I scream

But as I scream in pain you mount me and thrust my head deep into the dead lands. I’m submerged into a world of tepid water and decay. However I’ve survived the dark ages, the Witch trials of the 1600’s…hell I even survived the curious logic of a silly knight who wanted to see if I weighed the same as a duck! Like hell am I going to falter now against you! But as I begin to choke in the depths of the dead lands, I feel the warmth of your breath as you go to bite my breast. Immediately my left reaches up and restrains your forehead; as I bend your neck backwards in an effort to keep your teeth away. Yet your teeth succeed in finding my breast and I wither in pain beneath you. However with your neck bending backwards, I make a fist and repeatedly begin to punch you in your exposed throat with my right hand. You can suck in the pain of a few shots, but I throw many towards you and eventually you roll off and release me. With my body unburdened by yours, I rise up and gasp for air.

As the cold air fills my lungs, I regain my composure and rise slowly to my feet. As I do so I slip off the remains of my dress. Standing in muddy lingerie and stockings I look towards our Dark Lord and curtsy. The Dark Lord acknowledges my gesture of respect…but then I turn to you and say:

“Well Amy how about we claw each other’s faces this time? We both yearn too…so how about it? You scratch me and I scratch you…bitch?”

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

As I drift over to the deadlands to do battle with sister Kate I see that Amy has gotten there ahead of me, seemingly leaving Lynx in the graveyard. I’ll let them rip each other to shreds and then feast on the pieces remaining. I cast my eyes and other senses in search of a new prey. Well, not new. No.

There’s Erin where I last saw her, still bonding with black cat Grimalkin purring in her arms. Having lived with the big cats in South Africa, I’ve learned much from my fierce feline companions. How to stalk, attack and conquer prey. With speed, cunning, stealth and ferocity.

I circle around behind her, staying in the shadows as I creep closer, closer … the whistle of the wind and splats of the heavy rain masking all sound coming from me as I get nearer to my unaware enemy sister. That’s when I make my move, blindsiding her from behind, wrapping my left arm around her neck tightly. Grimalkin flies out of her hands with a dreadful screeching rawl as I bring my right hand up, cupping her face with my razor sharp claws digging into the flesh of her cheeks.

I drag struggling Erin over to the jutting stone wall of the church. My blood red lips brush lightly against her right ear as I hiss “Your wandering sister has returned! Just like I swore I would! Bet you regret not finishing the job last time we met. I vow to the Dark Lord that I won’t make your mistake this night!”

I bare my white teeth and sink them savagely into Erin’s earlobe, drawing first … but most def … not last blood.

[Amy J]

We tumble into the cold wet embrace of the dead lands, the musty odour of death is overwhelming. My teeth relish the flavour of your flesh; however a swift and dirty thumb to my eye forces my mouth to release you and I howl in pain:

“Arhh Amy you dirty fucking cxnt!” I scream

But as I scream in pain you mount me and thrust my head deep into the dead lands. I’m submerged into a world of tepid water and decay. However I’ve survived the dark ages, the Witch trials of the 1600’s…hell I even survived the curious logic of a silly knight who wanted to see if I weighed the same as a duck! Like hell am I going to falter now against you! But as I begin to choke in the depths of the dead lands, I feel the warmth of your breath as you go to bite my breast. Immediately my left reaches up and restrains your forehead; as I bend your neck backwards in an effort to keep your teeth away. Yet your teeth succeed in finding my breast and I wither in pain beneath you. However with your neck bending backwards, I make a fist and repeatedly begin to punch you in your exposed throat with my right hand. You can suck in the pain of a few shots, but I throw many towards you and eventually you roll off and release me. With my body unburdened by yours, I rise up and gasp for air.

As the cold air fills my lungs, I regain my composure and rise slowly to my feet. As I do so I slip off the remains of my dress. Standing in muddy lingerie and stockings I look towards our Dark Lord and curtsy. The Dark Lord acknowledges my gesture of respect…but then I turn to you and say:

“Well Amy how about we claw each other’s faces this time? We both yearn too…so how about it? You scratch me and I scratch you…bitch?”

I rise from the swamp like a demon from hell.  Your taunting challenge burns my ears. You, who never rivaled my beauty, now wish to risk your plain face to damage mine!  I clap my hands to your temples and drag my nails down your cheeks.  Livid slashes bubble in their wake, a fleeting resemblance to the war paint of your Saxon men. 

Your scream of pain is sweet music.  Especially the panic of the rising soprano note when my claws reach your throat…..

[lexibabe]

uuumh,i groan, feeling trans of my hair rip free, I tighten my grip in  Alex's. hair, hearing her groans,,  we yank at each others. hair without caution

arching  by. body back, then slap into hers, let go, or. else. I hiss releasing my right hand swing a low slap ,hoping  to sla[p. across your hip  or ass cheek
 

our breast slap, and punch together under the fabric of our thin tops.

[KateA]

We tumble into the cold wet embrace of the dead lands, the musty odour of death is overwhelming. My teeth relish the flavour of your flesh; however a swift and dirty thumb to my eye forces my mouth to release you and I howl in pain:

“Arhh Amy you dirty fucking cxnt!” I scream

But as I scream in pain you mount me and thrust my head deep into the dead lands. I’m submerged into a world of tepid water and decay. However I’ve survived the dark ages, the Witch trials of the 1600’s…hell I even survived the curious logic of a silly knight who wanted to see if I weighed the same as a duck! Like hell am I going to falter now against you! But as I begin to choke in the depths of the dead lands, I feel the warmth of your breath as you go to bite my breast. Immediately my left reaches up and restrains your forehead; as I bend your neck backwards in an effort to keep your teeth away. Yet your teeth succeed in finding my breast and I wither in pain beneath you. However with your neck bending backwards, I make a fist and repeatedly begin to punch you in your exposed throat with my right hand. You can suck in the pain of a few shots, but I throw many towards you and eventually you roll off and release me. With my body unburdened by yours, I rise up and gasp for air.

As the cold air fills my lungs, I regain my composure and rise slowly to my feet. As I do so I slip off the remains of my dress. Standing in muddy lingerie and stockings I look towards our Dark Lord and curtsy. The Dark Lord acknowledges my gesture of respect…but then I turn to you and say:

“Well Amy how about we claw each other’s faces this time? We both yearn too…so how about it? You scratch me and I scratch you…bitch?”

I rise from the swamp like a demon from hell.  Your taunting challenge burns my ears. You, who never rivaled my beauty, now wish to risk your plain face to damage mine!  I clap my hands to your temples and drag my nails down your cheeks.  Livid slashes bubble in their wake, a fleeting resemblance to the war paint of your Saxon men. 

Your scream of pain is sweet music.  Especially the panic of the rising soprano note when my claws reach your throat…..

“Hahaha…Hahaha Oh Amy…don’t ever change.” I sneer in between my fit of giggles. It’s clear that you’re putting on a show for the Dark Lord, in your mind you’re rising up from the swamp like a Demon from hell. However for us still in reality you have the grace of a decrepit old whore who has been on her knees all week blowing off the entire US Navy.  My sister Amy has been accused of many things over the years, being graceful in her movements is not one of them. Yet as our eyes lock, we both smile and recklessly lunge for each other’s faces. Your nails strike my face first and instantly I feel the pain and sting of your claws and cool almost refreshing feel of my own blood dripping down my cheeks. I want to scream out in pain and I do…but first my nails dig deeply into your cheeks. While you slowly drag your nails down my face, I frantically thrash and slash at yours with my own. My attack is rabid, animalistic in nature and cruel.

With both of us working over each other’s cheeks; we scream in pain together and hurl insults at each other:

“Arhhhh…Owwwwww…Bitch…Whore”

But then your claws reach my throat, you dig them in deeply - the pain is excruciating! I force myself to smile through gritted teeth and I press my breasts into yours. I hiss at you:

“Your face is a mess now my dearest Amy, you fucking dirty whore!”

However this was all a game of misdirection and while you focus on my words and the pressure from my breasts, you don’t notice my right knee that slams into your pussy. You bend towards me, as one would expect from a low blow and instantly I grab and yank on your hair with my left hand and slam my right fist straight into your face. It hits your nose sweetly and a sickening crunch sound is heard, as you fall onto your flabby ass I snarl at you:

"Amy you're nothing to me…accept practice you dirty cxnt!"

[Amy J]

Mmmmmmmmm……I’ve inflamed you, Kate.  Good.   I want your fire.  I crave your hate. And your bloody face is a snarling mask now.  Your knee.   Your fist.   You batter me, and I inhale the pain like the rotting stench of the bog around us.  With my head bowed, I watch my blood drip from my face into the mud, a swirl of scarlet swallowed by the filth.   

Then my leg sweeps like Death’s Scythe into your ankles.  You join me in the mud and almost before you thud into it, I am on you like a cat.  On your back.   Dragging back your head.  Stare into the falling rain, Kate.  Try to count the drops.  My nails slice into your jutting breast like razors.  My thumbnail pries into your nipple, lifting it. 

I scream as you scream, but my sound is gleeful……

[marlu Queen]

The spell has been cast. As queen of the Latin witches and member of the thirteen, I am summoned and transported to the dead lands of Saint Mary. I can feel my powers disappearing as I make my way through the rainy quagmire. I can see how Kate is stuck with Amy and the rest of the witches of the thirteen lurk and fight in the darkness... I came to claim my throne as Queen of the thirteen witches