Sasha bucked wildly and despite the agony, yanked her foot free and from her back, slammed her heel perfectly into Nadia's crotch.
Under her breath, Sasha mumbled, "take that, you fucker..." as the brunette stumbled backwards, clutching her pussy, her face a mask of pain.
The redhead summoned all of her resilience and drove off the floor and into the brunette's stomach, tackling her to the ground, between the passenger seats. There was not much room to roll around, and so the two hellcats rocked side to side as they clawed, pinched and vigorously twisted any flesh that they could get a grip on. Nadia's devastatingly sharp nails found their way down to Sasha's pussy yet again, and the red head squawked in pain as her foe mauled her crotch.
"Stop fucking with my pussy you BITCH!" exclaimed Sasha in frustration and slammed her head into Nadia's face this time, grunting with each blow but delivering several head butts to the brunette's pretty face until Nadia's grip on her labia released and the woman seemed to be stunned.
Gasping for breath, Sasha struggled to her feet, grabbed Nadia's ankles and with considerable effort, dragged the busty woman back to the more spacious area in the rear of the plane, the site of the start of their brawl. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirrored bar and groaned--the brunette really had been kicking her ass. She looked down at Nadia as the big-chested woman began to stir. She had venom for her rival and needed to finally gain an upper hand in a fight that she was, up to this point, getting her ass kicked in. She stomped Nadia in her gut. The brunette convulsed and started to sputter. She stomped her big breasts and the brunette moaned, clutching her bruised tit. She bent down, grabbing two handfuls of Nadia's hair and slammed her head repeatedly on the floor until she was sure that she had knocked the woman unconscious.
She finally let the tears flow, but just for a moment. Her fear, frustration, and pain, washed over her. But she wiped away the emotion and the tears with the back of her hand. She wanted to end this and take her place at Tomas's side. She NEEDED to end this. She rolled Nadia onto her belly, the brunette barely stirred.
She sat down on Nadia's back pushed the woman's legs apart and then grabbed her labia and twisted as severely as she could. She shoved one finger, then another and then another inside of the brunette until she was fisting her, and only then did Nadia stir, mumbling in a stupor, "What the ffffuck? Oh god, that is tearing apart my pussy, please god, stop...that fucking hurts...oh....oh god...."
But Sasha took her other hand and inserted her thumb into Nadia's ass. The woman's buttocks reflexively clenched. Sasha pulled both of her hands out and Nadia again stirred, "oh thank god..." she moaned.
Sasha reached between her legs again though and felt for her clit. She found it and pinched cruelly. Nadia woke up shrieking in agony. "OH MY GOD YOU FUCKING cxnt!!!" she screamed, frantically kicking her legs. Sasha took great care to avoid the flailing. She twisted the sensitive organ to the point where Nadia cried out in great sobs, "Please, you sadistic bitch what are YOU FUCKING DOING TO ME!!!" Repeatedly, Nadia tried to escape, to push herself up to her hands and knees, but Sasha kept all of her weight centered and would not let her foe up. She kept the assault going until Nadia collapsed again, face buried in her arms sobbing, whimpering...."oh god, you whore...oh my fucking god..." she wailed.
Sasha knew she was in control. Without relieving her weight, she spun on Nadia's back, releasing her clit. She immediately yanked Nadia's head back and smashed it into the floor. She yanked back a second time and slammed her elbow into the other woman's nose. The brunette's eyes fluttered as she slipped into a daze. Sasha got up and dragged her to her knees, pulling her over to cabinetry and slamming her face into it several times until she was sure the woman was unconscious.
She looked around the cabin of the plane, and cursed herself for not bringing rope. She grabbed her bathrobe and Nadia's bra, tying the brunette's wrists with the waist-tie to the robe and her ankles with the bra. She kicked her once in the chest for good measure and then stumbled to the shower in the back of the plane, just in front of the stateroom. She showered, relieved to clean her injured body, the hot water feeling both good and bad, causing her sensitive, damaged skin, unnecessary discomfort. She hummed to herself, and turned her face up in the shower, the noise of the plane's jet engines drowning out the ambient sound enough that she didn't hear the door open so that when the bra wrapped around her throat twice, dragging her violently from the warm shower, she was caught completely off guard.
There is nothing more panic-inducing than not being able to breathe and instantly, as Nadia pulled her violently out into the cabin again, the bra strap digging into her windpipe, Sasha began to panic and flail. The room began to swim and images blurred as the oxygen deprivation caused her brain to protectively shut down most function. She thankfully didn't feel the brutal pounding of Nadia's fists on her once perfect tits, or her normally taut abs, but she was stimulated awake from the fugue when the brunette retaliated for the attack on her clit with an assault on the redhead's clit by biting it so hard that the sensitive organ was torn and bleeding.
Sasha sobbed woefully as Nadia kicked her battered body and then slammed her head into the floor until she finally passed out herself. When she awakened, she had no idea what time it was or how long she had been out, but she did notice that the night sky through the windows was brightening, and the dawn was beginning to break. She tried to move and realized that Nadia had done the same thing to her, having tied her up at her wrists and ankles. While the material may have been the same, either Nadia had done a better job tying her up or was better at escaping as Sasha had a very difficult time getting out of her binds, but ultimately she did. She was tired just from that and was fearful she would not be able to muster the strength the attack Nadia again, but she knew she had to. She struggled to her feet, noticing that Nadia was no where in the cabin, so either she was up front fucking the captain, or in the stateroom sleeping.
Sasha did not really want to fight in the stateroom, the bed took up most of the space in there and it wasn't a great place to fight, but she knew she didn't have much choice. The dried blood between her legs made her cringe as she struggled to her feet. She limped towards the stateroom curtain and peeked past it, seeing Nadia, still naked, lying asleep on the bed. As Sasha dove onto her foe, Nadia awoke and the two women took to the most intense, close quarters brawling that either had ever engaged in. Nadia's rest had been helpful, but Sasha remained quick and vicious. The two traded punches to the face that sprayed blood across the sheets and slammed each other into the tightly spaced walls. They struggled to overpower their enemy. Nadia's larger breasts at one point almost smothered Sasha's face but the redhead was able to fight her way out.
They rolled about and grappled with one another and then tumbled from the bed. Sasha fell on top of Nadia, and slipped her arm under her jaw. She pressed her feet against the wall and screamed with exertion as she arched her back, choking the brunette brutally as both women struggled with their foe: Nadia trying to escape, and Sasha desperately clinging to her chance at victory.
Nadia's claws drew rivulets of blood on Sasha's forearm as the oxygen was quickly running out in her lungs. She was turning people and kicking frantically. The plane banked and both women felt it begin to descend. Sasha screamed with frustration, "STOP FUCKING MOVING, BITCH!" she begged as she tightened her chokehold. Nadia struggled more, finally getting her legs against the wall and using her powerful thighs to drive her body backwards into Sasha's and crushing the redhead against the bed frame. The pain was excruciating to Sasha's already damaged body but she was desperate to hold on. Several moments later, Nadia's struggling stopped and Sasha began to sob out loud as she pushed the unconscious brunette off of her sweat soaked body and stumbled out of the room as the captain came over the speakers and asked Ms. Sasha to find her seat and buckle in for landing....
That was two years ago.
Sasha now sat at the kitchen table in the massive main house on the family compound, smoking a cigarette and wearing the tiniest bathing suit that could still be called a bathing suit. Only two months earlier, she had beaten the living crap out of Tomas's third mistress of their marriage, cementing her position still at his side. She didn't need the money, but she loved his cock and she enjoyed defending her territory. She feared no woman, and faced down challenges with aggression and ease.
Caroline, the housekeeper and Sasha's lover walked into the kitchen. "he's got another, you know?" the pretty, busty woman said as she kissed Sasha on the mouth.
"What else is new?" Sasha replied. "It's his thing. And he does it because he likes to see me fight for him."
"Well, you aren't afraid of anyone, are you?" Caroline said.
"No honey, I'm not. Have you ever seen me lose? I'm not afraid of anyone. Do we know who the new girl is?"
"Some big-titted brunette--you know he likes those dark-haired women..." the blonde said, smiling at Sasha....
"Well he keeps me around, and I'm a red--" and her phone pinged with a text.
She looked at the picture and her face turned ashen.
Caroline immediately said, "What? What's the matter, honey?"
"I guess I am a little afraid of someone...." she showed Caroline the picture of a woman taking Tomas's cock up her ass and flipping her middle finger at the camera. The text below the photo read "I'm back and I'm coming to take back what you stole..."
to be continued
