For a club, the room suddenly seemed oddly quiet. One of the Russians men decided to bar the door closed to the outer club so that only the server entrance was accessible. The alcohol kept flowing. Nothing happened between the two women as they stood facing each other, heavily made up, stunning, massive chests, perfectly fit bodies. The crowd quickly started making side bets: first blood, first scream, will one of their implants rupture, will one beg for mercy, and of course, winner. It was very even. Many had seen Olena fight and the Russian entourage had all seen Katya destroy many women in her own fights. Everyone in the room knew that these were two apex predators, high on the food chain and very dangerous. No one in the room could predict the outcome and the betting was very even. Anatoly lit a cigar, one of his vices. Vladimir smoked a hand-rolled cigarette and drank vodka straight from the bottle.
Neither woman was muscular in a manly way, but both were fit. Their muscles rippled under their smooth skin as they stood readying for their fight. Both women knew it would be a battle, they recognized another alpha female as any animal in the wild. Olena had a big chest, and she was proud of it, but without a doubt, Katya was bigger. They were of similar height and weight though. Olena noticed that her pussy was wet, not uncommon as she got ready for battle against another stunning woman and even though the room was warm, both women's nipples were erected.
Katya spoke again, "I will ruin you tonight. I will not only defeat you, but I will break you as a woman and then show your man what it is like to fuck a real woman. And I will make you watch."
Olena's eyes flashed with anger. "You Russian cxnt. You have no idea who you are facing off with. I will destroy your pretty face, crush your tits and then use you like the rag that you are. I will make you beg."
"You will like my asshole while I fuck your man, mark my words. I will destroy you just the way Putin has destroyed your homeland."
And then, in a very slow and deliberate move, the two women interlocked their hands at shoulder level and stepped backwards in a test of strength. To everyone watching, their long, pointed, lacquered fingernails laced together was enough to cause the men and the women in the room a level of sexual arousal that most hadn't experienced in a long time. Olena's nails were red and Katya's were silver. The battle began. It was almost a full minute before their taut muscles began to tremble. Neither woman allowed their face to change the steely expression they had set as they had stared at one another. A small grunt, barely audible to the other woman, escaped from Katya's throat, but no one else in the room could hear it. They leaned in further. Neither could budge their opponent as their breathing quickened. Olena made progress, seeming to ever-so-slightly bend Katya's wrists back. Anatoly grinned.
The blonde gained a further advantage and tried to push Katya's arms out but the brunette was able to keep her arms together and instead regained the neutral position. Sweat erupted on their cleavage and across their brow as they began to breathe more intensely through gritted teeth. The slow exchange dragged on as the crowd sat completely engaged in the battle. Katya gained an advantage, Olena's wrists were bent back now, even farther than she had bent the brunette's and the brunette was able to push her arms to the sides now, moving their bodies together and forcing their breasts to touch. The electricity between their nipples caused them both to quicken their breathing as the sensitive flesh brushed across each other until Katya stepped closer and used her impressive chest to engulf Olena's own large rack. It was a show of dominance and everyone in the room saw how Katya's massive chest overwhelmed Olena's. Olena let out a whimper, again audible to the fighters alone. Their entire bodies trembled now as Olena worked to bring their arms back above their heads yet again and separated slightly. The blonde took a step backwards, an indication that Katya was winning this battle, but then Olena's face contorted and Katya's did as well and suddenly the brunette's wrists were bent at a severe angle. It was as if a sudden burst of energy from the blonde had overpowered the brunette and one of the Russian's knees buckled and she was instantly down on one knee, still holding her arms up though, wrists at an absurd angle as she grimaced and struggled against her blonde foe. Olena stepped closer to leverage her position and intensified the pressure on Katya.
The crowd rapidly began changing bets and trading odds as it was very clear that Olena was winning this test of strength. The beginning of this fight also changed the calculus as to who might win. The blonde was incredibly strong and was out-muscling the brunette in this first volley.
Katya's face flushed even more as she grimaced, unwilling to yield to the blonde even as Olena intensified the pressure and pressed her advantage. Katya's shoulders and back bulged and twitched as she fought against her Ukrainian foe. Her second leg, her up leg, began to tremble, but to everyone's amazement, she got her down leg up and was suddenly back on her feet, if not still bent slightly against the force of the blonde. Impressively, she fought back with a scream of exertion, to a neutral position, their hands above their heads again, wrists in the neutral position, their breasts pressed together, her chest compressing Olena's again with relative ease. The crowd erupted with applause at Katya's surprising recovery. Both women were now slick with sweat. Katya huffed at Olena through clenched teeth, "I warned you, you blonde cxnt...." she gasped in a deep breath "I am telling you....." deep breath again, "You...are...outmatched...."
There arms were trembling and they slowly migrated first out horizontally and then down to their sides. The spectators could see as the women began to clench their buttocks for strength and flex their calves. Even in heels they seemed to go up on their tiptoes a bit as they worked one another's wrists. The battle raged on as they began to stumble, a step in one direction and then a step in another, then a stumble to the side or to another side...both women began to grunt.
Suddenly, Katya leaned forward and kissed Olena's plump, painted lips. Olena kissed her back. Their tongues dueled for a second in their warm moist mouths and as Katya broke the kiss, she nipped Olena's bottom lip, drawing a speck of blood. Again, the crowd erupted, this time for one of the side bets, though arguments arose as to whether the lip was truly first blood.
They struggled for less than a second more as the kiss broke when Katya threw her head back in what seemed like agony to everyone in the crowd, but Olena knew it wasn't as her own wrists were suddenly released from pressure and before she had a chance to react, Katya's forehead smashed into the bridge of her nose and sent her stumbling backwards. The headbutt was severe and nearly knocked Olena off her feet. The crowd erupted as the Russian lurched forward like a panther, a left hook to Olena's cheek and a right cross into her big left breast followed by a perfect kick to the crotch, all caught Olena brutally. Hurt and stunned, she couldn't defend herself as the Russian wrapped her arms around her, crushing her big tits again with her own massive breasts, lifted her off her feet and spun, throwing Olena to the floor, face first. Olena scrambled away and got to her feet, stumbling as she was in heels and spinning to face her foe just as the Russian got to her to connect with three more punches to her face, knocking Olena to her ass.
Katya was on her in seconds, Olena had no chance to recover. The Russian grabbed her hair with her left hand and threw several punches into her face with her right, instantly causing her left eye and cheek to begin to swell.
Olena was completely caught off guard by the ferocity of her foe and defensively reached up and clawed her sharp nails down the brunette's face, leaving rivulets of blood on her cheeks as Katya yelled and pulled back, retreating. The crowd erupted again as the blood on the Russian's face was arguably actually the first blood of the fight and arguments erupted as to who won that side bet. In the battle, Olena got to her feet, shaking off the assault from her formidable foe.
The two hellcats circled one another, assessing their enemy for strengths and weaknesses, bent slightly at the waist, sweaty and breathing hard.
They lunged at each other, almost simultaneously, and buried one hand in the other woman's hair as a handhold, and then began wildly punching their foe. Both women were strong and their punches were doing damage. Blows landed in their faces, tits and sides. Occasionally a punch would hit them in the gut, really knocking the wind out of them. They stumbled about, trying to gain an advantage as they punished each other.
Olena was hurting. Katya was tough and strong and she knew she was in for a fight, but she was also running on anger and adrenaline. The bitch was arrogant and wanted to fuck Anatoly and she wasn't going to let that happen. She connected with a brutal punch to Katya's nose. It hurt the Russian. Everyone saw it and Anatoly leapt up, cheering with enthusiasm. Katya's knees buckled and she dropped her guard for a second. Olena pounced. If she threw one punch, she threw ten. They all landed, brutally snapping Katya's head back as the brunette collapsed to her knees and held up a hand to protect herself. Olena began to knee her in her big chest. Secretly, the blonde wanted to rupture the brunette's big implants and really fuck her up. The Russian leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Olena's lower body defensively, but dug her claws into Olena's buttocks and the back of her powerful thighs, leaving deep red welts. Olena pounded the top of her head and struggled to push her backwards. Katya could not defend against the blonde's strength or leverage and found herself forced back on her legs, pinned on her back, as Olena tumbled on top of her. As luck would have it, Olena's pussy was right on Katya's face. Katya could smell her scent as she found herself pinned beneath the powerful blonde. Her thighs were screaming in agony as they stretched in the awkward pinned position she was stuck in. She wrapped her arms tightly around Olena's buttocks and pulled her close and then did the only obvious thing:
She bit down.
The flimsy lace of the thong did nothing to protect the powerful blonde. Olena had never experienced agony like what exploded in her left labia as the Russian bitch bit her.
The scream erupted from her like the wail of a dying animal. Anatoly looked wounded. Olena struggled to break free of the vicious pain, but Katya held her to her by her strong arms, only letting go after several seconds of excruciating damage, Olena tumbled away and Katya was freed from her awkward position.
It was Vladimir's turn to leap with enthusiasm, "That's it you nasty bitch! You get her!" Anatoly and Vladimir had made a 10,000 euro bet on each of their women.
The blonde rocked side to side on her back, bringing her knees up protectively to her body as she rubbed her pussy with both hands.
Olena took a second too long to recover from the bite and as she got to her feet, Katya's foot, and the pointed tip of her high-heeled shoe, crashed into her cheek bone and sent her spinning to the side and down on to her hands and knees. Katya kicked her in the ribs and tits several times as the crowd reacted and then the Russian grabbed her by her hair, yanked her head back and slammed her forearm into her face.
She yanked Olena forward so that the Ukrainian fell onto her big chest and then began dragging her across the carpeted floor so that the blonde could not get to her feet. The Russian flipped her to her back and straddled her, sitting her body weight down on her chest and began slamming punches into the blonde's face and chest. Olena flailed wildly beneath the Russian, frantically trying to buck and push the brunette off of her.
Olena grabbed the Russian's tits. The big orbs were obviously one of the easiest things to get a grab and also helped block Katya's punches. She twisted viciously and was relieved as she felt her nails puncture the smooth flesh, knowing that would add to the pain. For Olena, she was hurt, and she was struggling. The nasty Russian had really done some damage and her left eye was now really swollen almost completely shut. Add to that the simple fact that her nose was caked with dried blood and so breathing was getting harder. The tit mauling was effective though, she heard the brunette growl with pain as she instinctively grabbed at the blonde's wrists to pry them off her tits. Olena twisted viciously and bucked, somehow shifting Katya's weight forward enough and yanking hard enough that the brunette lurched off her ass and her top-heavy body shifted her center of gravity so she crashed over Olena's head, tits-first, onto the carpet. The Ukranian was a smart fighter. Most women would have scrambled away, but instead, Olena flipped onto her belly and grabbed the Russian's ankles, not letting her crawl foward or twist on to her back. She pulled Katya towards her and her battered body towards Katya and sunk her claws into her firm ass, dragging deep bloody tracks down the other woman's haunches. Katya roared with the pain, but not as much as did when Olena decided to get her revenge. The bottom of a thong as almost no fabric, and Katya's had ridden up between her labia from the motion of the fight. Olena grabbed Katya's labia with her nails and dug in deep. The scream from Katya's throat was possibly heard in the club over the pounding sound of the DJ. Olena smirked to herself with satisfaction.
Anatoly whispered under his breath. "Yesss... that's it you nasty bitch. get her."
But was an alpha female, a fighter, a predator seeking the territory of another bitch and her instincts were exquisite. She pulled her powerful leg up and smashed her high heel into Olena's battered face, causing the blonde to tumble away, clutching her damaged face. Olena was hurt. Katya got to her feet. Olena started to crawl away as Anatoly yelled for her to get up.
She was wounded and Katya sensed it. She stalked her as Olena, on trembling arms, blood dripping in a torrent from her mouth, blonde hair haggard and matted with sweat and some blonde hung around her head. Her shoulders were trembling. Katya's kick was perfect. Right between her thighs, tip of the shoe connecting perfectly with the blonde's pussy. Olena yelped and lurched forward, ass-up and then started to crawl away again, but Katya grabbed her ankles this time and pulled her back. The blonde struggled and kicked frantically, but Katya kept her grip, holding one ankle in each hand as she flipped Olena onto her back. Legs spread, Katya had an easy target. The first blow drove the spike of her heel into Olena's wounded pussy. The blonde screeched in pain. The second was taking her foot and grinding it onto Olena's clit.
The sob and wail struck Anatoly as if he had been shot. His girl was being destroyed now and he was losing hope for her to win against the ruthless Russian bitch.
Olena was in a fog. The pain was like nothing she had ever experienced. The fabric of her thong tore under the friction of the psychotic woman's heel. She desperately tried to get a an ankle free. The bitch was destroying her pussy.
"YOU cxnt..." she growled.
"Beg for mercy you Ukranian slut, beg and I will possibly let your skanky pussy survive. "
Olena knew that she was desperate. For the first time in a fight, she considered losing. She could not give up though. She could not let this Russian skank fuck Anatoly.
She screamed in frustration and exertion and yanked her right foot free. As she did, she lost the shoe that was on it and so the damage from slamming her heel perfectly into Katya's pussy was not as bad as it could have been, but it worked to free her from the Russian's brutal offensive.
Olena struggled to her feet, sluggish and heavy handed as she turned to face the Russian. As she turned, Katya crashed into her and the two women tumbled to the carpet again, with Olena wrapping her foe's head in a side head-lock and losing her breath as Katya's shoulder drove into her gut and they crashed down. Olena feebly punched at Katya's back as the Russian clawed at Olena's pussy with one hand and pushed against the carpet to pull her head free with the other. Olena could not take the pain in her pussy as Katya got even nastier and slipped a finger inside of her wounded vagina and successfully pulled her head free of Olena's weekend grip.
The two women clawed and slapped at each other as they tried to grab a hand hold or do something to gain an advantage and they rolled about on the floor, tangled hair, arms and legs. Olena was on top for a moment and the Russian took two fingers, one of which had been inside of the blonde's pussy, and shoved them into Olena's nostrils.
"Do you smell yourself, you bitch?" grunted the Russian as Olena whimpered at the pain. She had never had that happen in any fight before, but Katya leveraged the pain and the hold to force Olena's head backwards and spun her off of the top position, holding the blonde down as she mounted her. The brunette mounted the blonde again. She grabbed her hair and slammed her head into the floor several times. The room spun for Olena, she couldn't focus. Katya dug her nails into Olena's face and growled at her. "I warned you I would ruin you...." Olena could no longer hold back tears as her beautiful face was damaged by the vicious Russian. She was desperate. Her body begged her to submit. Her heart would not let her give up Anatoly to this monster.
She grabbed Katya's pussy and shoved her thumb inside of the Russian's vagina. Katya growled in agony but switched from Olena's face to her nipples. She pinched both between fingernails and began to twist, trying to slice through the tissue.. Olena could not take the pain.
"Let go of my pussy, you slutty cxnt or you will never have nipples again." threatened Katya
Olena whimpered, and she begged. "P-p-puh-lease...stop... my nipples. oh god.... p-p-p-p-please..." and she released Katya's pussy and feebly tried to grab her wrists...
"Are you acknowledging you have been beaten?" Katya asked loud enough for everyone to hear.
Anatoly's heart sank. Olena didn't respond. Katya slammed Olena's head into the floor again.
The world flickered for the blonde. "Oh god..." she moaned.... "Please, stop..."
Katya smirked through a battered face.
A loud man's voice came from across the room. It was Anatoly. "Enough!" he yelled. But Vladimir stepped in.
"No Anatoly, the women must end this, or it won't be over."
Anatoly sat back down, crestfallen. He watched as the Russian hellcat dragged his battered Ukranian lover to her hands and knees dog-walked her over to the two men and then yanked her battered face back for them to see. She straddled her and then sat down forcefully on her back, yanking back on her head again. She slipped her own fingers into her thong and rolled her eyes with pleasure as she fingered herself, then took her wet fingers and slipped them into Olena's drooling mouth. "Say it, you blonde slut."
Olena's tears dragged eyeliner down her battered face. She gagged. "I submit..." she mumbled.
"Tell Anatoly you are sorry, tell him that you couldn't beat me because I am the better woman and then ask him to fuck me as hard as he can since I won him from you."
Olena sobbed, and when she didn't speak Katya yanked back harder and while pulling, reached back and grabbed Olena's destroyed pussy, mauling it again even worse. Olena gagged and screamed in pain and then yelled, "Oh god, please, fine! FINE!"
"I'm--I'm sorry.... Anatoly....I'm so sorry...." her voice dropped.
"LOUDER!" chastised the brunette.
"I'm sorry Anatoly," she spat, "I couldn't beat her because she is the better woman. Please fuck her as hard as you can since she won you from me...." Katya dropped Olena's head and rolled her to her back and then placed a foot on her defeated chest, "Now tell everyone that you were beaten by a better woman..."
Olena whimpered and said, "I was beaten by a better woman....oh god..."
Katya stomped her chest one more time before going over to Vladimir and kissing him on the mouth.
"Go take your prize Katya...." he instructed.
EPILOGUE:
Katya straddled Anatoly's massive cock and the man could not believe how strong the battered woman's pussy was after that brutal fight. The Russian had insisted that Olena be in the room to watch and lick her ass hole as she fucked him and she did, Olena cried quietly to herself. Only when Katya paused and directed the blonde to her ass did Olena take her eyes off of Katya's face as she enjoyed Anatoly's massive dick. The humiliation didn't end there though. Once Anatoly was done, Katya made Olena lay on her back so that she could face fuck her and squirt all over her. Once she did that, she finally let Olena curl up into a ball and sob about her defeat.
