[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

To are beloved FriendsTo the beloved members of the peanut gallery

As a Christmas bonus, please enjoy below a song dedicated with love to you all from myself and Erin xx

https://suno.com/song/99b2c3aa-40d0-4532-b467-3d7fa4a718c3

And stay tuned for my hopefully awesome response to Erin later today

Oh and as always…remember to chant: Fight, FIGHT, FIGHT!!!

Xoxo
Kate

This link under went a slight technical glitch, so I’ve recreated the song here.

https://suno.com/song/736e0110-c058-4822-aaf0-0829113c99a4

Xoxo
Kate

[Erin Lee]

I kinda expected, as i forced you off me and the sofa, that you would drag me down with you. I think by now my scalp must be in a right state, gonna need a Santa hat to hide all the bald patches, you are more than handy when it comes to ripping out hair, i wonder what you are like with feathers? I'd hate to be a Turkey in your house come Thanksgiving or Christmas.

Now and then some of the shouts from the assembled penetrate my subconscious but as the remarks are from bitches who couldn't fight there combined way out of a wet paper bag they hardly matter. So as we scramble around on the floor, scratching, biting, clawing i catch a glimpse of Rachel devesting herself of of her shoes and stockings...surely that bitch doesn't think she can fight? Does she intend to join in? or is she waiting to take down the winner, nah, more likely she'll try to fight the loser. Almost worth losing to get my claws into her...i did say ALMOST!

While i am a lil distracted you have your claws firmly attached to my naked tits which were already battered and sore from you sitting on them. I groan in pain, "Get your dirty mits off my tits you whore" i gasp. Course, knowing you, you won't be minded to comply with my request except that you do which surprises me. What happens next however doesn't, you go straight back for my kitty.
Bitch sure has the hots for my puss but there is nothing friendly about your activities down there.

You claw, squeeze and twist, your nails dig into my flesh and i writhe in pain, unable to articulate what i am trying to say it comes out as a howl of anguish. Once again you mount me, once again i'm forced to look up at the underside of your tits, this time though you make no attempt to pin my arms.

With one arm behind your back still making merry with my kitty and now my clit i'm forced to grit my teeth to prevent myself from begging you to stop. I did however promise myself that the only way i'd lose to you is if you sparked me out. Still fighting the tears i reach up with both hands and latch them around your tits, i start to dig my nails in around your nipples and just as you are doing to my clit i squeeze, twist and stretch out those hard nubs. I do however see an opportunity to put you back on the defensive, a position i've been occupying for far too long. I remove my right hand from your left tit, straighten my fingers and thrust them up between your tits into your throat.

[BattleStud]

This is making me desire you both more and more as the fight rages.

[Steph.fights]

Enjoying watching the spectacle unfolding in front of me I casually take my phone out and notice it’s looking for Bluetooth devices

I look around and spy the speakers that Rachel has, cheap obviously, but they’re doing a good job….i pair my phone and select a track.

https://suno.com/song/70660817-5e50-4a64-bde5-9d7b38ce9727

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Our beloved friends were beside themselves, the sight of me and Erin cruelly tearing each other apart is more they could of ever wished for this Christmas. In fact…Santa! What the Hell! Every woman in this woman has a naughty list the mile long and you give the peanuts the gift of me and Erin tearing each other apart? Santa you need to give the elf’s in charge of admin a good fucking slap for that cock up!

Anyway enough with the peanuts; it’s me and Erin where the action is and oh what action it is! With my right hand between Erin’s thighs my claws make merry with Erin’s pussy, well her labia and clit to be precise. I claw, pull, twist and pinch every inch of her most sensitive flesh and fuck does the look of pain in her face make me smile. However ever since I went nuclear, Erin’s retaliation was only a matter of time. I steeled myself in readiness, however how can any woman - even a bitch like me ever be ready for having both her breasts mauled? The answer is clearly I was not. My face turns red, tears and mascara begin to mix with beads of sweat that slide down my face.

“Erin…you fucking whore! I fucking ha….” I screech in pain…however…

My rant was cut off mid sentence as Erin thrust her nails into my throat like a knife. It’s affect was instant and my hand immediately let go of Erin’s clit and I fell to my side, clutching my throat and coughing wildly.

Yt

[Erin Lee]

I've been mauled, not beat up, not sparked out....mauled. I'm in pain, the sort of pain you get if you burn yourself. Only i didn't burn myself, this pain, this eye watering pain that eminates from my crotch has been caused by this evil bitch that i'm in a fight with. She's clawed me, punched me, slapped me, attacked my tits and face, she's even threatened to smother me with a facesit. She's gone for my kitty at every chance she's got. I'm starting to think the bitch doesn't like me, mind you, i don't much like her truth be told so she shouldn't have been either surprised or shocked at my straight fingered jab to her throat.
Now i'm sure there will be a name for that in Karate but i've never set foot in a dojo in my life so you martial artists will have to excuse me for not using a more technical term, jab to the throat works for me.

It worked too, your fingers exited my kitty with the speed of a rat being chased by a whole flock of terriers and you toppled off yours truely onto your side, coughing and spluttering like a broken exhaust. I'd like to say i could take this opportunity to pounce on you and finish you off but i'm kinda in trouble myself. The pain in my crotch didn't leave with your fingers. It's not getting any worse, but then its quite bad enough as it is. I've got a side eye on Rachel, wouldn't put it past that bitch to take advantage of the situation and pounce on one or both of us right now.

I slowly, painfully crawl onto my knees and sit back on my heels looking at you. Pain is etched all over my face along with multiple red tram lines your nails have carved in it. A gutteral growl comes from deep in my abdomen and as you roll around holding your throat i look to try and use this opportunity to my advantage. Now it's been a few minutes, or at least it seems that way, since i got you off me but it has taken that time for me to get some feeling in my legs and some numbness in the kitty region. How many times do i have to say it...I'M IN PAIN.

You do seem rather preoccupied with your throat though so i shuffle...yeah shuffle, not crawl, now run or sprint, shuffle up behind you and snap my left arm round across your throat, then, using the crook of my right elbow i lock in a figure four choke hold....yeah ok, i'm no martial artist but i do indulge in a bit of wrestling from time to time. Then i look to lean back and drag you back so that my eager thighs can wrap around your waist. Bit on the painful side to squeeze you but i grit my teeth and set my thigh muscles to work on your lithe body.

Now i really dunno if i can finish this fight like this but i'm darn sure i can weaken you as i tigfhten my left forearm across your throat. "Does that hurt, bitch?" i taunt as i make a bit of a sawing movement with my arm trying to work on the area my fingers attacked earlier.

I see Rachel edging closer and i glance up at her..."If you know what's good for you bitch, stay well away"

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Hmm this is new dear reader!!!

The peanut galley has all of a sudden gone deadly silent, they look at me with genuine concern. Oh my god, have you learnt nothing reading this tale? The peanut galley isn’t really concerned about me, they look at me with concern because it is just possible Erin is bringing this catfight to an end? Now before people start penning my obituary, let me say this:

There is no fucking way I’m losing to that two-faced man stealing, stranger blow jobbing, raging whore Erin!!!

So where were we? Are yes! My breasts, my breasts that are the perfect size. The size that is just perfect for any boyfriend or husband’s hands to massage and feast from. My nipples are hard and taught and I’m told utterly delicious! Well that bitch Erin just mauled them with her nails. This is a very different kind of pain to that which Erin felt when I mauled her pussy, however pain is pain and damage is damage. My breasts look  like a toddler has gone wild with a red crayon on them. The pain is eye-watering and utterly excruciating!  However that thrust to my throat was a real “Fuck you bitch” moment and I fell to the floor quicker than Steph getting onto her knees to BJ a stranger - which for those of us who know Steph is insanely fast. I lay on my side coughing like a 70 year old with a 60 a day smoking habit. I wanted to screech my threats of wicked vengeance to Erin, however all I could do was:

“Khhuhh—hahhh—hhrrgh!”

So here I was, coughing up my guts…when like a snake, a particularly poisonous viper. Erin shuffled on over and slipped a forearm across my throat and wrapped her legs around my waist. Being ensnared by Erin’s legs, honestly I’ve had dreams of this moment…but never like this Actually Erin’s legs are legendary in these parts, once she has them wrapped around someone else’s boyfriend or husband, you need a platoon of marines to part them. So yes, I’m in trouble, a lot of fucking trouble!

However with my arms free, I do have options…and Lexibabe was the first to guess it! Lexi rolls her eyes and says:

“It’s Mark of Kate time!!! Only Kate is so lame to name her scratch to the face “The Mark of Kate” Oooo Scary!”

*Mental Note: Must slap Lexibabe later and introduce her to “The Mark of Kate”*

Still my arms stretch out and my nails locate your cheeks and dig deep and I claw, I claw as if I was mining for gold and the ear drum shattering screams I hear in my ears tell me I hit the motherlode. Then I stop suddenly and using sense of touch alone, I locate your eyes. My nails hang over them like the sword of Damocles. This gets your attention and your forearm loosens just enough for me to say a few things:

“ Khhuhh—hahhh—hhrrgh….Erin you fucking bitch, release me now or so help me my nails are going for your eyes. You know I will do it bitch! You have 5 seconds - 5…4…3…2…

Yt

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Finally myself and Erin are in the home stretch and it’s neck and neck…or should that be claw for claw?

Either way thanks to everyone whose voted

Wait you haven’t voted yet? I like your style However time is running out, so whether it’s for me or Erin please vote.

Finally once again I on behalf of myself and Erin thank the community for embracing this poll and making it so exciting. Rest assured me and Erin will do our best to bring proceedings to an end in spectacular fashion…so no pressure, right Erin?

Merry Christmas FcF

Xoxo
Kate

[Kate69]

You are both two cheap whores I would so enjoy beating up and leaving to the crowd.

Don’t hold back, I dare you both to go clit to clit as you rip hair, claw, bite.

I see Battlestud watching on and notice he desires you two skanks.  As I stroke his body including his crotch with my acrylic nails.

I whisper in his ear these two bitches won’t be fit for any man.

I laugh at KateA’s posts on your  profile Stud, she knows Erin is the better woman.

[BattleStud]

Loving this hot battle torn mentally who I desire the most, then I blush and another Kate with a lot of attitude caresses me as I already desire fantasize about Erin and KateA.

[Erin Lee]

As i sit behind your back with my left arm around your throat and my legs snugly squeezing your waist i can't help but feel like i have this fight under control at last. Sadly no one let you in on these thoughts as you manage to raise your arms and start to claw at my face. I made a rookie error of being too close to you and with the scissors i have you held in my head is slightly higher than yours, offering you possibly the only way you could force me to let you go. I cry out in pain as your nails rake my face but even though i now have trickles of blood on my face i remain determined to finish you right here and now.

Then you make a blood curdling threat. Your nails hover in front of my eyes and as my hold on your throat slackens just a lil your hoarse voice tells me i have 5 seconds to release you or loose my eyesight. Thoughts flash through my mind, are you that crazy you'd deliberately try to blind someone no matter how much you hate them? You know, i think you just might be so i do as you demand, however, if you think i'm gonna go all meek and mild and just give in to your threats you are sadly mistaken.

As my arm slides from around your throat and my legs slither off your waist i grab hold of your wrists and lift my right knee up so it digs into your spine. I start to haul on your wrists as i look to drag your arms back behind you and as this isn't enough i grind my knee into your back. "Did you think your threats intimidated me, bitch?" i hiss

And so, once again i go to work on your body and more particularly, your joints. Your shoulders must be burning as i increase the pressure, leaning back, forcing your hands so far back they are almost touching. "C'mon bitch, you can end this agony right now, just give up, you know you want to"

Truth be told i must look like i've been in a bad car crash, my face, tits, stomach and thighs bear testament to your nails and your fists. I don't know for how much longer i can continue to fight. As much as i love a fight this has tested my stamina and resolve to their limits. Hell, at one point you even forced your fingers inside my kitty and started to fuck me. I did the same to you though so i guess all's fair in love and war. The peanuts start to crowd round our writhing bodies, their eyes wide in awe of the beating we have both taken and you are still taking. I wanna hear you scream your submission, you are one tough bitch as in love with a good scrap as much as i am. To submit you though will look fabulous on my cv

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Dear readers…if there is one thing I love in life, it’s a catfight!

*Blah - Blah - Blah* Goes the readers.

*I nod my head!*

Ok, you’re right dear readers. If there are two things I love in life it’s fucking another woman’s man and a catfight. Ok, you happy now I’ve made that correction? May I continue…

Anyway with my love of the catfight established, we need to talk about Erin. Erin is my favourite kind of opponent, she is beautiful, undeniably sexy and a fantastic dresser. She is as cruel and as nasty as me, her attacks are clinical and precise. Her movements are swift and decisive. If they gave PhD’s in catfighting she would be Dr. Erin Lee. Now before I choke on all these kind words, let me be clear - I’m better than her! And the thrill of tearing her apart is better than sex

You see I fucking love dangerous opponents and I lust for the risk that comes with a good catfight. If a bitch walked up to be and said:

“Bitch, if you let me scratch your face. I will let you scratch mine”

I’m just gonna smile, lick my lips and say “Let’s catfight then bitch”

Well it’s this reckless nature of mine that gives me the advantage, I will do anything! I will plunge any depth needed to win…Erin will not, she’s not woman enough to join me on shall we say the dark side. So why did need to say all this? It’s a message, to Erin for sure but it’s also a message for every bitch watching us right now! Especially that whore Steph who drops her panties for strangers faster than an electron speeds around the large hadron collider at cern!

Anyway so back to the catfight. Erin did not like having her face clawed and as my nails positioned themselves over her eyes, she knew I was not fucking with her. So it was more than a relief when she released her legs from my waist and removed her forearm from my throat. With my airway clear I gasped and coughed frantically, while my now tenderised waist felt sore, extremely sore in fact. But Erin being Erin did not let up and swiftly repositioned herself into another infuriating submission position. Erin grabs hold of my wrists and rises up and with her right knee firmly planted in front of her, she pulls my arms up and stretches them. While the fucking bitch drilled her knee into the small of my back and spine.

The fucking bitch managed to light up my joints and back at the same time and it was torture. My head bends backwards and I just cry out in pain and frustration. Tears and mascara flowed down my clawed, bruised and bloodied cheeks. I screeched like Lexibabe singing and if you’ve ever heard Lexibabe sing…you know she does a splendid impersonation of a fucking banshee!

“Ow..argh…Erin you fucking Bitch! I hate you..I fucking hate you!!! Ow…ARGH!!!” - I sing like Lexibabe

And then, Erin said something she definitely should never say to me:

“C'mon bitch, you can end this agony right now, just give up, you know you want to"

“I don’t submit you fucking skank!” I snarl and then I act.

With my feet planted firmly into the carpet, I push up and rise just enough to get my right foot where I wanted it. I stamp my right foot wildly into Erin’s right ankle and then swiftly I return my right foot back to the carpet. My previous attack leaves Erin unsteady, so when I push off from the carpet with both feet and send us backwards we fall into….

*CRASH!!!*

Yes, the drinks table. Myself and Erin knock over the table and land amongst a plethora of empty bottles…including Erin’s beloved gin. Which peanut drank Erin’s gin is a mystery worthy Poirot? However while myself and Erin were in floods of tears due to pain we both felt and the heartbreaking loss of so much good alcohol! We both knew that our catfight was finally coming to a close.

*Blah - Blah - Blah* Goes the readers.

Oh the peanuts??? They were devastated! Firstly even they had to accept that me and Erin can only take so much more and that our catfight was coming to an end. Oh and as for the drinks table, Yeah..that hurt, that really hurt them. The peanuts, especially the salty ones absolutely loved cheap German wine, Blue Nun to be precise. Honestly the loss of the alcohol was the most heartbreaking moment for every single one of us.

Yt

[Erin Lee]

Once again i think i have you and once again you fashion an escape...you bitch. With my knee grinding into your spine and your arms locked together behind your back there are few ways you can escape me, but you find one. Shuffling your feet under your body you use my knee to help lever yourself back upright and in the process roll me onto my back. I'm forced to let go of your wrists so i can roll out and get to my feet.

"Arrgghhhh" Just as soon as i am on my feet you slam your heel down into my ankle and let me tell you, that hurt like a bitch. Before i can recover my poise you leap on me and we both crash onto the drinks table, which, being Rachels, and being almost as cheap as Monica, shatters into two pieces and we land together on the floor surrounded by broken bottles, shards of broken table and pools of booze.

My body is now crying...ENOUGH, pity my brain takes no notice. As we lay there groaning, beat up and almost a case for the paramedics i spy an unbroken gin bottle. The stopper is missing as is most of the gin, but i grab it by the neck, planning to finish you once and forall with a blow to the back of your head. But then i spy maybe a mouthful of gin still in the bottle and that's irresistable to me, so you get a reprive as i raise the bottle to my lips and drain the last dregs into my mouth. Gawd that feels good, i lick my lips wondering if there is any more booze still drinkable around here.

Then i turn my attention back to the matter in hand and that matter is you Kate. Yes you ya slut. Think i forgot how much pleasure you were getting as you finger fucked me in that cloakroom, well i didn't forget slut. I don't think i have the strength or energy left to take this to a stand up fist fight to the finish, but as we lie here side by side in what remains of Rachels apartment i figure i can finish you in a far more humiliating way for you.

And so, i roll onto my side facing you as you lay on your back. My left arm slaps down across your body and my fingers quickly find your kitty. Two fingers enter you roughly and i start to pump my arm, fingers thrusting deep inside you while my thumb works your clit. "Like this do ya bitch?" i hiss as i semi roll onto you so i can take your left nipple between my teeth. Now i don't bite down hard, i'm not a savage, but just as you threatened my eyes, the threat of something much more painful is there. Your nipple is quite firm and erect and your kitty whether you are enjoying being taken or not is getting noticably moister. This fight is all but over and with a lil luck Kate is gonna be the fairy atop my Christmas tree

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Picture this scene dear readers…

Myself and Erin turned up at Rachel’s for a Christmas party where all of our most beloved and trusted friends would be in attendance. Now thanks to some bad behaviour - admittedly from yours truly and from Erin, myself and Erin had a minor skirmish.

*The readers all faint and had to be revived with smelling salts*

Firstly I’m glad you’re all ok, but why the shock? What’s transpired tonight between myself and Erin is nothing more than your average disagreement between us girls. In a week’s time at most, me and Erin will be shopping together, getting our nails done together and talking about Steph and Lexibabe behind their backs! While of course spreading new and exciting rumours about them and about each other too. So goes the circle of life within a the best friends clique.

Still back to tonight…Steph, Lexibabe, Alix, Rachel and even Monica have been watching me and Erin tear chunks out of each other for quite some time. Add to this scenario the copious amounts of alcohol they’ve drunk (Including Erin’s beloved gin) and the situation is the proverbial powder keg. But there’s something you’ve absolutely got to keep in mind about a girls night out or any female centric event - “Monkey see, Monkey do”. Now I’m not saying my beloved friends are monkeys, granted yes some of them smell like a baboon…*Cough* Monica *Cough*. But having having seen a catfight, well it has a tendency to excite the blood and our friends are very fucking excited. If me and Erin were to fight to exhaustion without a victor, then I have no doubt that the peanuts will jump from salty to spicy and attack both me and Erin…and maybe even each other?

So that’s the real risk facing myself and Erin at this moment - either one of us wins or the spicy peanuts will tear us both apart for the lols. So as you can see, the stakes are now super high! So as I lay on the floor next to Erin, I lay still for 2-3 minutes, I just stared up at Rachel’s living room ceiling and then it happened:

“Ow Ow Ow….Fuck! Ow! Sob…Sob…AaaaH! Ow Ow Ow”

Yes, I screamed in pain and sobbed my eyes out, crashing through Rachel’s cheap furniture will have that effect on you. Also I genuinely mourned the loss of so much alcohol, as the commentator famously said about the loss of the Hindenburg. I now say about the loss of the alcohol:

“Oh the Humanity!!!” I say in my best attempt to mimic a Shakespearean actor but yes, my Impression sucks.

Still amongst the empty bottles, broken bottles and table…I suddenly feel something. At first I feel your arm across my body, however I begin to tremble as your hand slides to my kitty. I don’t resist your touch, especially when your fingers and thumbs begin to play with my clit. I lick my lips and try to control myself, however with my pussy on fire from the incident in the cloakroom…I must admit I was inclined to lay back and enjoy this.

Do then you hiss:

“Like this do ya bitch?"

Those words were like nails down the blackboard and I hiss back:

“Screw you bitch! Just admit your desperate to eat me Erin and I will satisfy your thirst now you slut!”

You simply respond moving your head by suckling on my left nipple, your tongue dances and teases around my nipple. While your warm saliva acts like a healing balm on my savagely mauled breast, while the ever present feel of your teeth on my nipple acts as a clear warning. So I turn towards you and slip my own left hand between your thighs and begin to work over your kitty with my silky smooth fingers. I fuck you as hard as you fuck me!

However as we get into a nice rhythm, Rachel intervenes. Do you remember her stockings from earlier? Well she throws one to me and one to Erin, looking down on us both - she hisses:

“My silk stockings will work much better than tinsel…bitches!”

Me and Erin both contemplate this development while our kitty’s now begin to release their sweet juices is vaster quantities…while we both desperately try to refrain from moaning about the waves of sexual pleasure that now wash all over our bodies. I see it in Erin’s eyes and she sees it in mine…I then whisper to Erin <Redacted>

[Kate69]

I tip the barman yo place two Black Russian drinks on the floor within reach of these two sluts