[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.

[bcw8]

Beautiful

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Beautiful

Yes, I am….shame the same can’t be said about the other Witches

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I knew it wouldn’t take very much to unleash the temper of my long time hated sister/foe … her sickening pride in being the descendant of Katherine Hewitt (I’ve honestly lost count of the endless times I’ve heard her tell that story over the decades) … Yes, my sneak attack, the abuse of Grimalkin and my drawing first blood in such a Vampira-like fashion triggers her primal rage … as expected.

As I slam her cheek into the sharp cutting stones of the wall, Erin’s elbow smashes into my ribs just below my heaving right breast. Pain … Pain feels good! I feed on it! The spiked heel of her black boot drives into the instep of my bare right foot. My blue eyes widen from the sudden shock and I let out a hissing gasp as my blood has now also been shed.

Erin suddenly twists free and we face each other … Flashing eyes locked … teeth bared … both hissing. Simultaneously we grab for hair and our crimson lips join together in a frenzied venomous kiss of pure hatred. Her knee shoots up hard and fast into my vulnerable kitty … a shock wave of fiery agony courses through my body! Lips still locked and fingers twined and tangled in each other’s hair, I fight the pain as best I can, focusing on returning it to the bitch … with interest!!!

I see her eyes dart quickly over to Grimalkin and use the distraction to my advantage. Before Erin can react, I use her hair to twist us around again so her back is to the wall. Then propel us into it as hard as possible … driving the back of her skull into the unyielding unforgiving stone using my hands in her hair and my hate-kiss to keep her from pulling free!

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

Marlu I a witch of the earth I life with in it I still hurt from yours and Amy's attacks but I am not done yt

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

The Demon Whore Of Bangkok’s face tempts my claws like no other…I simply must be the one to ruin it. My excitement gets the better of me, my lust for cruelty consumes me and I rush towards you. I extend my claws like razor sharp talons, my chest heaves with excitement as my nails inch closer to that moment of chaotic destruction. Yet my lust to scar and maim betrays me and deftly you evade me and grab me by my hair and lunge my face towards your thrusting knee. There is a sickening crack that even makes the Dark Lord wince; the spirits of my victims all moan in approval. They rapturously cheer for you, yet I wonder if their support would come if they knew you as well as I?

“Oww  Ow Fuckkkkkk my nose…you fucking bitch…I will kill you Amy! On the blood of my ancestors I will Kill you!” My declaration is loud and clear, however my declaration of a blood oath to kill you falls on death ears.

“Silence Witch! You know the rules…no one shall die tonight! You and your sisters are my slaves…obey me witch! Defy me and a fate worse than death awaits you both!” Screams the Dark Lord, but then cheekily I reply:

“If not tonight, how about tomorrow my Dark Lord? I hear tomorrow is a good day to die!”

The Dark Lord ignores my plea, while you visibly contemplate the challenge. Yet with my nose shattered and bleeding profusely over you the dead lands, you continue to hold and pull on my hair. I’ve fallen down onto my knee if front of you, my head feels groggy and my stomach is doing somersaults. Yet my desire to hear you scream and my own insanity drive me on, I make a fist with my right hand and slam it into your unguarded pussy! Your face turns various shades of red as the pain travels up every nerve in your body and you drop into the dead lands beside me.

With us both on our knees we stare coldly at each other, half of us wants the other dead…the other half wants to torture her sister for all eternity. Will either craving be fulfilled? Only time will tell…

[Emily2.0]

It's just total mayhem!!!Clapping!!!

[Nataliefightsyou]

I wished I saw this I would’ve entered it good luck ladies

[lexibabe]

I try to bridge. again, and again yo. buck   Alex. off ,but I just can get  enough leverage,,my feet keep slipping in the sloppy mud

the silly witch, thinks. she has me where she wants me, but I have more than  1 trick in my  bag of tricks

Alex is to bust gloating, and. taunting, to notice  I drop my right hand.  into the  gooey mud

raking in a handfuls try and time it just right, then lift my hand.  and fling the mud at her face hoping to surprise, and distract her.

here is some  mud for your. eye. cow,,, u snarl

{sorry to have been a little slow to answer Alex,,,Friday's. can be hectic in rl}

I should'ent be the only one. e having bus pie   for halloween

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

There is an old human saying “If looks could kill?”. Most definitely an appropriate sentiment for tonight, while my sanity has always been a topic of debate. Amy was known as being an emotionless and cold blooded killer, mass killer to be precise. Her calm almost professional killing was an art in its own right, Amy would always have a plan, a cunning plan and she would execute it will clinical precision. Clinical is perhaps the best word to describe Amy. However tonight is different…there is no plan, if anything Amy has embraced her inner Kate and is revelling in the insanity and pleasure of the violence and pain we joyfully inflict on each other. We’re both completely lost, insane and utterly reckless and tonight is merely now an hors d'oeuvres…we now fight only to wet our appetite for future displays of vulgarity and violence.

So when the Dark Lord himself thrusts our bodies together, I knew exactly what you were going to do and I even spread my knees apart for you…a curtesy from one sister to another. And you wasted no time in thrusting your nails between my thighs and neither did I bitch! Our nails first tore and dug into each other’s labia…then onwards and deeper they delve, until at last we both had each other’s clit in our grip. With a smile we butchered each other’s womanhood while we spat and cursed at each other. Our breasts crushed together and our teeth lunged and snapped as we both desperately tried to bite each other’s faces. Our screams were guttural and violent, yet an onlooker would probably still deduce that we’re having fun!

“Ow…arhhh Amy you fucking cxnt!” I screamed as your nails butchered my pussy. The pain, the glorious pain was delicious and my tears which had started long ago were concealed by the filth and decay of the dead lands. I’m sure that Amy was crying too? I’m sure that like me every nerve in her body felt like it was screaming in pain…yet we both endured and enjoyed the moment. The Crimson Demon Vs The Whore Of Bangkok was coming to a crescendo and despite the darkness I felt the eyes of our sisters upon us both, yet would any dare attack us?

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

Stands at the throne waiting for the other witches to come in so we can end this bitter war as my claws have blood dripping from them as I wish to be with me true covenant in the afterlife

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

The only “inner Kate” I’m embracing is with my nails scraping out your g-spot. 

You are restless….break free of me, fight another. 

Amy I’m going no where and I remind you that I’m clawing at your kitty too 

I’m just trying to get our other witches involved…if their woman enough to face the both of us!

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

I walk back towards Amy and Katie as my nude body.as I  come to battle ias I grab Katie's left tit and I dig my right hand nails it to Amy's pussy