[marlu Queen]

I head back towards Amy amid Alix as Marlu not showing I see the to young witches catfighting in the mud I silently walk over to the young witches I kick Alix with my left leg as I grab Amy by her hair as I swing you in to a gravestone

I jump on top of Lynx with both hands, that bitch witch is very bruised from her fight against Amy, I forcefully grab Lynx's head and hit it against one of the tombstones of the muddy dead lands, the rain does not stop and the quagmire becomes increasingly It is more intense and heavier, I begin to bury Lynx's head in the mud trying to drown her.

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

Oh you bitch Marlu attacking me while my back turned you fingers as we crash in to the mud my being force into the mud as I throw my left elbow in to your side of the face knocking you of me I remove my rode kneeling nude as I challenge Marlu to the old witch fight code of the past

[marlu Queen]

Oh you bitch Marlu attacking me while my back turned you fingers as we crash in to the mud my being force into the mud as I throw my left elbow in to your side of the face knocking you of me I remove my rode kneeling nude as I challenge Marlu to the old witch fight code of the past

Like a fierce cat witch, I show my teeth and my claws, didn't you have enough bitch? I come to claim my throne! Your elbow barely made a dent in my side, you are very weak from your fight against Amy... I attack you and this time it is your back that creaks against the dull gravel of muddy stone... you are semi-unconscious and I begin to bury your face in the mud, the spirits tormented by Kate begin to raise their arms from the earth claiming Lynx within their graves

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

The arms of the dead pulling at me I fill with hate and strength as my head goes in the mud I push you up with my hands as my left leg go see underneath your chin kicking you off me as my naked body raises up at  rub my breasts and my pussy while sister lets take this in the old ritual style marlu

[marlu Queen]

Your kick manages to keep me away from you, but you remain prey to the hands of the zombies from beyond the grave. I manage to get away from the muddy cemetery and continue in the direction of St. Mary to claim my throne as queen of the thirteen

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

I pull free finally and see you head to the church I slither through the graveyard and in through the side door for st Mary's I stand in the throne room and stand in the sister Marlu I know your disrobe as face me witch on witch as my strength retunes

[lexibabe]

down into the mud we go, with a wet splat sound, followed, by. an  unngh,from us both.

we thrash around, puling and grabbing at each other

you straddle,  me,, get of me I snarl,wirthing  trying to arch and buck you off

your hand presses my head downturning my cheek to the mud,,,

owww I howl feeling your claw dig into my tit

your taunts, only make things worse for you

able to work my body. and stretch my arms. out. my hands finding your dancing tits,,and. curls  my fingers. around. your girls

[marlu Queen]

I pull free finally and see you head to the church I slither through the graveyard and in through the side door for st Mary's I stand in the throne room and stand in the sister Marlu I know your disrobe as face me witch on witch as my strength retunes

Looks like Lynx is using magic, you've taken a beating from Amy and me, including the zombies grabbing you from their graves, you should be buried among the zombies, you witch

[Alix_Fights]

Advantage me, until you fight fire with unholy fire, curling your fingers into my tits.  "AIEEEEEE" I scream, and curse myself out for leaving you such an obvious opening, but the deed is done.  My hand leaves your tit, and joins my other in your hair, trying to twist your face fully into the muddy ground, sacrificing my tits to your nails to hopefully smother you out.  "Breathe mud, you vile bitch", I snarl, my face a mask of pain from your torture of my tits.  My arms shake from the force needed to achieve my goal, and I tell myself to keep twisting your head to drive your face deeper into the mud.

[lexibabe]

my neck creaks. twisted at an awkward angle,  my face being pushed.  deeper  into the gooey mud
I try and pull my legs up and brace on my feet. bucking, hoping to cause you to lose balance
 you tell. me to eat mud,, I think I see a chance, to change things

freeing my right hand. ,I swing a wild punch at your body, I feel it thump into you

and hoping. that takes some of the fight out of you

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

As my teeth sink into the soft flesh of Erin’s earlobe, her familiar and protector, the loyal black cat Grimalkin, tries to come to her defense.  The cat attacks ferociously, slashing and scratching at my legs with her razor sharp claws while adding cruel savage bites to do anything to aid her mistress, my hated sister. I happily welcome the stinging pain from her feline claws and fangs, knowing full well that torment and suffering are merely tests of my commitment to the Dark Lord … both the giving and receiving … Yes, agony is a good thing. And, oh, there will be much agony under the Blood Red Moon this night!

I snap my head back, my ice-blue eyes shine in the red moonlight … the crimson of Erin’s blood stains my white teeth. As Grimalkin continues to bite and scratch and Erin continues to fight to free herself from my grasp, I tighten my grip on her neck and spin us around … knocking Grimalkin away from my legs with a hard kick.

“Shall we dance, sister? Under the light of the Blood Red Moon?”

I arch my back and press my breasts into Erin’s shoulder blades as we finish our whirling spin, slamming her face first against the stone wall of St. Mary’s. My arm still snaked around her neck, I grab the back of her tousled mane and push her cheek hard into the cold wet slimy mossy rocks. My wild laughter drowns out the sound of the wind and echoes through the graveyard.

[Erin Lee]

(Apologies to all for my absence, bit of a medical thing)

So there i am, happily stroking Grimalkin and listening to all the blood curdling cries from my evil sisters when i'm suddenly blindsided. At first i don't see who it is raking my face with her claws but then a bolt of lightning lights up the face of my old enemy The Wandering Witch, Lauren.
I let out a low shriek of pain and Grimalkin shoots from my arms. Your sharp lil teeth then sink into my earlobe, the first known case of a witch vampire. I'm dragged across the sodden ground, still on my feet but firmly in your control. This is no way to treat the descendant of a Pendle witch.
Seems reputations mean nothing to you, and why should they, we are here to rip each other to pieces.
It's then that my familiar Grimalkin comes to my aid, hissing, scratching and biting at your legs.
You lash out with a well directed foot and send the jet black cat tumbling into a gravestone where he lies gasping for breath, now you are free to continue your attack on me. You wrap an arm around my neck and spin us round. I see the wall of the church coming rapidly towards my face, my arms snap out, hands meet rough hewn stone saving my face from further damage, at least for now.
You then grab at my hair and push my cheek against the wet moss covered stone. You shriek with laughter...but now you got me all peed off.

I thrust back my right elbow, seeking out your ribs, at the same time i lift my left foot which is still encased in my thigh length black boot. I drive the heel down towards the instep of your right foot..."Did you really think taking me down would be easy, bitch"? i hiss as i twist from your grasp.

I make no attempt to attack your face but instead i grab hold of your hair and drag you to me. My lips meet yours but this is no loving kiss, as our lips meet i drive my right knee up fast and hard, it unerringly arrows towards your oft used kitty. "A kitty for a kitty" i mock looking over at a now recovering Grimalkin.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Oh the sounds…the sounds you made as your weak flesh collided into the cold and unforgiving stone of our Dark Lord’s throne. It was my magnum opus, a symphony of pain, music for my wicked ears. Your screams would have surely waked the dead, if they were not already roaming the dead lands. As for my attack, its effect was just as I desired. Your hand took flight almost instantaneously and my breasts heaved in the cold air, relieved that your assault was over…yet I must admit your touch and the pain itself was a delicious sensation.

However my triumph is short lived as you wrap your legs around my waist and squeeze with all your might. Immediately I begin to control my breathing, yet my body feels as if my internal organs might just burst under the pressure. I curse at you…

“Ow…Amy you fucking bitch, either release me or I will take your sight!”

Now it is my turn to thumb both of your eyes and you know I would not hesitate to blind you. My thumbs begin to press into your eye sockets and quickly you release me. Free from you I stumble forwards and barely manage to stay on my feet; swiftly I turn to face you and I raise my fists in clear challenge. With our eyes locked, we stare into the emptiness of each other’s souls…

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

With our Dark Lord sat on the edge of his throne with excitement, myself and Amy stare hatefully at each other. With our fists raised we stalk each other, yet despite the deadly serious nature of our encounter…we both smile excitedly. Out of the Thirteen it is perhaps us who most of all have a fetish for pain? A lust for blood? My lust for blood is legendary - The Crimson Demon - is a moniker I’ve inherited with pride over the centuries. Meanwhile the only moniker you inherited was “The Demon Whore of Bangkok!”.

But then the ground beneath us begins to tremble as our Dark Lord says:

“Tear the Bitch apart!”

Excitedly we hurl ourselves together, fists flaying as we throw hammer blow after hammer blow at each other. You slam a fist into my ribs; a few seconds later an uppercut from me collides into your jaw. We both suck up the pain and keep on punching, one second my body shudders…then  your body is rocked. I scream in pain, only for you to scream just as loud. You send a combo of punches towards my belly and breasts, your punches are so hard that wounds of my breasts begin to flow again with new blood. I curse you:

“Ow….Ow….arhhh Amy you dirty whore!”

Yet, despite our exchange of blows, we both stand our ground…however my next act confounds you. As I begin to chant…impossible Kate has no magic this night! Yet chant I do…

“By the last pathetic flicker of your sad little spells,
By the vanity of a third-rate witch with all the grace of a drunk toad,
By the desperate wiles of a bargain-bin slut clinging to her borrowed broom,
I call forth the one thing you’ll never have—actual talent!
Let every lame enchantment of yours wither like your love life,
Let your cheap charms fizzle out like your tragic attempts at eyeliner!
For I, Kate, have had it with your sad, wannabe-witch act!”

But my chant was a deception! As with a smug grin plastered across my face I suddenly lean in and grab two handfuls of your hair, before thrusting my forehead into your already battered nose. Blood erupts from your nose and the Dark Lord erupts with laughter at my unorthodox attack and I shout out the word “Explosion!”

[Alix_Fights]

Lexi is down and vulnerable, but still she fights on like the courageous witch she has transformed from.  Her legs try to pull up underneath her, but that move is too predictable, foiled by my rising with her, and then dropping on her ribs with all my weight, the cracking sound filling the rain soaked darkness.  Her right hand releases my left tit, and then swings wildly at me, her punches raining on my toned body, the smacking sounds of fist on skin filling the night with yet more new sounds of battle.  I'm committed to my attack, staying as upright as I can, moving up now to place my butt on her full breasts.  My still hands clenched in her hair, using all my strength to bear down on her head, the mud now enveloping her entire face as she still squirms heroically beneath me.  "You're finished sister, the battle is over" sneering at her with words I truly hope are true.