Amanda lost no time and with a feral scream, threw herself across the square at a dead run, her fingers hooked into claws, ready to rend Tiffany’s flesh and tear the hair from her scalp. Tiffany was only an instant behind, rushing to meet the blonde with grim determination. Neither woman slowed, neither wiling to give an inch, and they crashed together with a resounding slap of flesh on flesh and a mutual UNGGHHH!!! of pain and fury. Their arms flew around one another and they grappled body to body, chest to chest, legs straining as they each struggled for supremacy.
“Gonna take you down hard, bitch!” grunted Tiffany, her thigh muscles clenched tight as she shoved hard against Amanda. She felt the blonde’s hard breasts grinding into her own, nipples once again dueling through their thin bikini tops.
“New girl, you’re gonna be sorry you ever laid eyes on me!” hissed Amanda in her ear. “By the time I get done with you, you won’t get out of bed for a week!” Her fingers gripped Tiffany’s biceps, digging in deep, the blonde’s shoulders twisting as she tried to gain an advantage.
“Talk’s…cheap…bitch!” Tiffany slid one arm between their bodies and jammed her forearm up beneath Amanda’s breasts, shoving as hard as she could, trying to push them upward. If she could put some pain on the blonde, that might distract Amanda enough that she’d make a mistake and Tiffany could gain the upper hand early in the fight.
She bent her knees a little, changing the angle, driving upward, jamming the bitch’s big silicone boobs up under her chin. Amanda gave a moan of pain as the pressure pulled painfully on her flesh. Tiffany sensed the moment and screamed out loud, surging up and forward with all her strength, sending her opponent stumbling backward.
Amanda glared at her, chest heaving, sweat glistening on her forehead, neck and upper chest. “Oh that’s how you want to do it, huh?” she breathed. “Bitch, you got no idea what you just brought on yourself!”
Again she launched herself at Tiffany, and again the two combatants slammed their chests together like rutting deer with explosive grunts of effort. Tiffany felt the other woman’s arm leave her shoulder, and readied herself for a forearm pushing up underneath her breasts just as she had done to Amanda moments before. Instead, the blonde thrust her hand up under Tiffany’s chin. Tiffany groaned as she struggled against the relentless pressure of the blonde’s arm, which forced her head back, stretching her neck painfully. She knew she was on the brink of losing her balance, forced to step backward or fall.
She twisted her body rapidly to the side, angling her neck the other way and ducking slightly. Amanda let out a cry of frustration as the heel of her hand skidded up Tiffany’s jaw, scraping painfully across Tiffany’s ear and making her yelp. Before the blonde could recover or thrust a hand into her hair, Tiffany ducked lower and whirled to her left. Grabbing her opponent’s arm with both of hers, she continued to turn, tossing Amanda over her hip and sending her down to the floor, to a rumble of approval from the onlookers.
Amanda hit the floor on her side and rolled rapidly to distance herself from Tiffany. She came to her knees and rose to her feet with a fluid, feline grace. Tiffany did not after her immediately, instead taking a moment to get her breath back. Let the bitch run all over the room and wear herself out. The more tired she got, the more angry she got, the more likely she was to make a serious mistake, and that one mistake was all Tiffany needed. She grinned archly at her adversary. “Kinda clumsy on your feet aren’t you, Barbie?”
She took a deep breath. Sweat was already running down her face from the immediate violent exertion in the warm room. She felt her bikini clinging to her skin and glanced down at her chest. The top was damp and already semi-sheer, her rock-hard nipples poking out like fingers through the thin fabric. A few more minutes like this and she might as well be naked – though that would come soon enough, she had no doubt.
“I am SO gonna enjoy shutting your smart mouth, cow!” hissed Amanda, flinging her hair back over her shoulders. She darted forward again. Tiffany ducked sideways to avoid the charge but the blonde thrust a hand out lightning fast and caught her by the hair, jerking her around, dragging her into another clinch.
She snarled as their bodies crashed together again, snaking her own hand under Amanda’s arm, sliding up past the knotted strap of the blonde’s bikini top to claw her way into her opponent’s hair. Amanda grunted in pain, her hard nipples grinding into Tiffany’s flesh. “What is it with you and my boobs, bitch?” grunted Tiffany. “See how much you like them when I’m smothering you between them!”
“Like them?” sneered Amanda. She had one hand around Tiffany’s waist, hugging her tight, their firm bellies pressed together just as their breasts were crushed between them. “Those fucking cow udders of yours…they gotta be real, no surgeon with any self-respect would do such an ugly job!” She let go of Tiffany’s hair and slid her other hand down, linking her wrists and squeezing hard, pulling Tiffany into a bear hug.
Tiffany felt the muscles of Amanda’s upper arms clench around her ribcage, her forearms squeezing Tiffany’s sides tight. The blonde pushed forward, bending at the waist, forcing Tiffany to arch her back. Tiffany’s eyes opened wider in surprise. The blonde was far stronger than she looked!
Reacting swiftly, she hooked her fingers more tightly into Amanda’s hair and dragged them down, scoring her opponent’s scalp, scratching her nails deeply down the nape of the blonde’s neck. Amanda shrieked in pain. Tiffany’s fingers caught in the upper strap of Amanda’s bikini and she jerked harder, feeling the knot come loose. It didn’t matter much – their boobs were squeezed so tight together than Amanda’s top wasn’t going anywhere for the moment.
The blonde arched her back in agony, relaxing the pressure on Tiffany’s own spine for a moment. Amanda gave her little respite however, as she unlocked her wrists, grabbed the back of Tiffany’s thong with both hands where it joined the waistband, and jerked savagely upward with a cry of cruel glee.
Tiffany screamed in pain as her thong pulled tight against her pudenda, digging deep between her lips. “Oh you BITCH!!!”
“Welcome to your nightmare, cow girl!” yelled Amanda in her ear. She hauled upward with all her strength, jerking the thong from side to side. “You wanted the big time…you got it!”
Tiffany ground her teeth together to keep from crying out again as the blonde’s vicious motion worked her thong into her loins, the edge dragging across her clit in an agony of abrasion that made her knees go weak. She reared backward, her back arching far further than Amanda’s bear hug had bent it, and drove her open hands up into the undersides of Amanda’s breasts, crushing them her ribs.
Amanda howled and released her grip on Tiffany’s thong, her hands flying up to grab Tiffany’s arms and try to jerk her hands down. Tiffany was ready for that though, and as her opponent’s fingers closed over her wrists, she released her own hold and threw her hands up high, taking Amanda’s with them.
Shaking her right arm free, she whirled to her left, grabbing the blonde’s right arm in both her hands. Jerking Amanda toward her, she thrust her hip against Amanda’s abs and whipped her own body forward, tossing the blonde bodily over her shoulder. She remembered the way the bitch could roll, and she kept hold of Amanda’s arm, bracing herself so the blonde slammed down violently on her back, bare breasts bouncing, her breath coming out with a loud “UGGGHHH!!!”
Tiffany bent over her with a snarl. “Try to cut me in half, you skank!” She shoved a hand into her opponent’s hair. “Gonna make you pay for that!”
Amanda’s legs suddenly whipped upward, her feet over Tiffany’s shoulders, ankles locking behind Tiffany’s neck, calves clamping tight. Too late, Tiffany felt herself jerked forward and downward. She kept the presence of mind to tuck her head and roll as she hit the rug on Amanda’s left side, and the impact broke the head scissors but jarred her neck painfully. She was shocked at the blonde’s speed and agility. Damn, the bitch was good!
She rolled rapidly to her left, kicking out. The skank was fast but so was she. She was rewarded with the feeling of her knee impacting something hard and Amanda’s answering grunt of pain. Good. She hoped she’d loosened a few teeth.
She drew her legs up, and got her right knee under her to push herself to her feet, but as she did so she felt a hand close over her extended left ankle. She yelled out in frustration as the blonde jerked her foot back and she collapsed, rolling onto her left side. As she tried to twist onto her tummy and pull her right knee up again, she felt Amanda lunge up over her legs. A hand thrust between her thighs, and suddenly the blonde’s grasping fingers clamped down on her fleshy mound, squeezing her hand through her thin thong.
Her eyes flew wide, her mouth gaped and for a moment she was too surprised to scream. Then Amanda twisted hard, and Tiffany found her voice as agony tore through her loins. “AAAGGGHHH!!!” She struggled to breathe as white hot fire shot through every nerve in her body. “Let…GO…YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!”
“Welcome to the big time, new girl!” growled Amanda with malicious pleasure. She gave Tiffany’s pussy a sharp twist. “How’s it feel?” She laughed. “You don’t want your pussy made into a target, don’t flaunt it in that cameltoe thong, you slut!”
Tiffany struggled to focus her fight sense through the awful pain. Clenching her jaw tight to keep from crying out again, she jerked her right leg up and lashed out with her heel. Her feet sank deep into something soft and it was Amanda’s turn to scream aloud. With a sudden surge of hope, Tiffany struck out again, using the kick for leverage to shove herself away from her adversary’s clawing fingers.
Amanda’s nails hooked in the edge of her thong, stretching it, dragging it down away from her crotch, holding her back and impeding her escape. “Not so fast, cxnt!”
Tiffany desperately twisted her body, feeling the thong slide a little, then some more, finally slipping past her hips. She threw herself forward, feeling the straps slide down her thighs. She scrambled forward, kicking free, not caring that her ass and pussy were bare to the watching crowd. She had long since ceased to worry about modesty in a fight. What she did care about, intensely, was the burning pain in her pussy. The dirty fucking bitch had clawed her snatch!
She winced as she pushed herself to her feet and turned to face her opponent with a snarl of anger. Sweat beaded on her tanned skin and her bikini top clung damply to her chest. Her right breast was perilously close to popping out of the tight-fitting top, restrained only by the edge of the flimsy cup catching on her hard nipple.
Amanda pushed herself to her feet, Tiffany’s crumpled thong in her right hand. Her top hung from the lower strap around her waist, and her bare left breast was blotched red, the nipple itself flushed and dark. Tiffany presumed that was where her second kick had struck. The blonde rubbed her jaw which answered the question of where the first kick landed. Sweat glistened on her flesh too, as she reached between her legs to seat her own bikini bottom more comfortably over her nether lips.
Tiffany saw the brief instant when the blonde’s eyes darted downward, and rushed at Amanda, ducking low, aiming her right shoulder at the bitch’s belly. She knew Amanda was already half-winded from the hard fall to the floor, and she intended to exploit that weakness. If the dirty skank couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t fight!
Her shoulder drove into Amanda’s midriff just above her belly button but the blonde twirled on one foot at the moment of impact, like a matador dancing with a bull. Tiffany’s arm hooked around her waist, but Amanda’s arm thrust under her shoulder, and the spinning blonde suddenly had her around the waist from behind. Tiffany’s momentum carried them both forward several steps, until their legs tangled and they both went down in a heap.
Tiffany thrashed wildly on her right side. Her right arm was pinned by Amanda’s, but she jabbed savagely backward with her other elbow, feeling it ram into her opponent’s ribs. The violent mention motion jerked her right breast free of her top and it slapped painfully into the floor. She ignored it. There were more important things to be concerned about, like getting her hand on this bitch and tearing her to shreds.
Amanda’s hand ripped through her hair, jerking her head back, and she screamed out as the blonde’s fingers yanked cruelly on her damp, tangled hair. Amanda let out a series of sharp grunts as again Tiffany’s elbow hammered her ribcage, and Tiffany felt a rush of satisfaction. Good shots to the ribs would hurt her, slow her breathing.
She felt her enemy’s fingers catch on the knot that secured her top, tearing it loose, but also momentarily relieving the strain on her hair. Tiffany threw her head viciously backward, hoping to strike the blonde in the face with the back of her school. There was never much chivalry or holding back in this kind of fight, but the bitch’s assault on her pussy had driven any remaining compunctions from her mind. She felt an impact, though not a solid one, and Amanda cursed. “Fucking dirty bitch!”
“You can talk, you pussy clawing cxnt!” she hurled back, crabbing her legs around to the right, trying to get herself across Amanda’s body, to trap the bitch beneath her. Her own right arm was still tangled with Amanda’s, immobilizing both their limbs, but her left arm battered Amanda’s body, working lower as Tiffany twisted her torso, driving into the blonde’s upper belly, eliciting more grunts of pain.
Amanda reached across Tiffany’s right shoulder with her left arm, again going for Tiffany’s breasts. “What the fuck??” hissed Tiffany, bringing her own free arm back to grab at Amanda’s wrist. “What’s with you and my boobs?”
“I got plans for your cow udders, slut!” Amanda’s fingers hooked in the outside edge of her bikini top over her left boob, grabbing it, dragging it away, baring Tiffany’s breast. She tugged sharply, twisting the loose upper strap around her fingers, but the lower strap still held fast, preventing her from tearing Tiffany’s top entirely off. As she pulled harder still, the upper strap caught under Tiffany’s right breast, pulling it upward.
Tiffany wriggled her body – let the bitch have her top, it was only getting in the way now – but instead Amanda twirled her wrist and suddenly the strap was looped around her breast. She reached across herself to try to pull it free, but Amanda twisted the strap by twirling her wrist again, binding the base of Tiffany’s breast, squeezing tight. “Gonna squeeze that fat cow titty till you scream for mercy, skank!” She jerked hard on the strap, and Tiffany groaned, already feeling the growing pressure as the blood built in her breast. She stretched her arm further across her chest, grabbing for Amanda’s wrist, trying to haul the blonde’s arm back the other way, to relieve the strain and the pain, but she did not have the leverage and Amanda hauled even harder with a “Ha!” of cruel triumph.
The pain in Tiffany’s trapped breast grew with every beat of her racing heart, and she jerked her shoulders violently, trying to tear her body free of her blonde’s grip, but the movement only made it worse. Her ensnared flesh was growing darker, swelling around the encircling strap, her distended nipple almost black. “NNNGGGAAAGGGHHH!” She screamed out loud in torment. Fuck! This bitch knew how to pour on the pain! That was obviously her thing – make her opponent hurt, wear them down. Well, two could play at that that game – Tiffany just needed the chance.
Amanda wasn’t planning to give it to her. She twisted and jerked on Tiffany’s breast even harder. “You ain’t seen nothing yet! When I get bored with your cow tits, I’m moving back to your big fat pussy! When I get done with you, you’ll be limping back to the bus station with one titty twice the size of the other one!” She gave the strap another vicious turn, and Tiffany screamed yet again. The pain was unbelievable. She glanced down, horrified to see her breast swollen like an overripe plum, the spaghetti strap cutting cruelly into her soft flesh. She clenched her fists, trying to focus though the pain. She couldn’t give up – not here, not yet! But oh GOD it hurt so bad! She screamed again in anguish.
“Newbie!” sneered Amanda. “Got you screaming in pain in the first few minutes! Can’t take the heat, huh bitch???”
The fucking bitch was taunting her! Taunting her! Openly boasting about what she had in mind for Tiffany’s defeat! That was fucking ballsy! Cold anger flooded Tiffany’s mind, closely followed by a steely determination. She hadn’t come this far to be beaten in the first five minutes of the fight. With roar of rage she jerked herself to her right, rolling over onto Amanda, ignoring the stabbing pain in her chest as the blonde’s own breasts mashed into her captive boob. With a sudden inspiration, she flung her left arm back and jerked the knot loose on the lower strap of her top. Freed of that restraint, the flimsy fabric slipped looser and she groaned with relief as the pain eased immediately.
“Fuck you, you big mouth bitch!” she snarled. Pulling her arm up again, she fired her elbow backward once more into Amanda’s stomach. The bitch grunted with pain but her abs were rock hard. Tiffany ground her teeth in frustration and changed tactics, leaning left, ignoring the extra pain that put on her still-snared breast. She aimed her elbow lower, ramming it into the blonde’s lower belly, aiming for the golden triangle of her bikini bottoms.
Amanda cried out, trying to turn her hips away from the blows. Her grip on Tiffany’s top slackened further, and Tiffany took her chance. Whipping her body upward, she tore her breast free of the encircling top, though it gouged her flesh brutally as it came free. Doing her best to ignore the pain, she got a knee under her and boosted herself to her feet.
She rounded on her opponent, ready to grab for her adversary’s hair, ready to rain punishment on the bitch. “Now it’s my turn, skank!” Even as the words left her mouth, Amanda lunged at her legs, the blonde’s buxom chest slamming into her thighs, arms wrapping tight round her knees.
Amanda roared with extreme exertion, and Tiffany felt the strength of her opponent’s arms squeezing even tighter. She shrieked as her feet left the floor and she was lifted bodily into the air, then Amanda fell backward, twisting to her left, slamming Tiffany down hard on her right shoulder. She managed to get to her arms in front of her to break the impact, but it still knocked rattled her and she shook her head to clear her vision as she rolled onto her belly and pulled her right knee under her to push herself up.
Before she could scramble away however, Amanda lunged across her, the blonde’s breasts slamming into her back, knocking her onto her belly again. Amanda’s hand thrust in her hair and yanked her head back painfully. “You’re spending this whole fight running away, bitch!” hissed Amanda scornfully. “Does that tell you something?”
Tiffany tried to pull herself free but her right leg was pulled up beside her waist, her hips pressed to the floor by Amanda’s weight, and she had no purchase to pull with her arms. “Get off me, you cxnt!” she grunted ferociously.
Amanda laughed. “Why, what are you gonna do? Beg me some more?” Her hand pulled harder on Tiffany’s hair. “You’ll be begging REAL soon, slut, I promise you!”
Tiffany felt a hand slide up her thigh and, to her shame, cried out in fear. The bitch was going to claw her pussy again! She thrashed furiously but in vain to free herself, and the other woman’s hand pressed tight against her mound. She thrust her right leg down, not caring about getting away so much as the need to protect her pussy. She clamped her thighs tight together, writhing frantically on her elbows to get some traction.
“Don’t worry, slut, I’m not going to tear that slutty cameltoe of yours to shreds!” The blonde laughed cruelly. “Not yet anyway!” Her fingers pushed upward between Tiffany’s nether lips. Tiffany squirmed desperately but the blonde’s forefinger found her clit and she moaned in anguish, tensing herself in anticipation of the pain to come.
To her surprise, Amanda’s finger did not hook and gouge her most sensitive flesh, but instead rubbed firmly though not roughly. A reflexive spasm made Tiffany’s body jerk. Her surprise turned to shock, and a sudden terrible fear. Oh no! The dirty cxnt! She wouldn’t!!! “No!!!” she screamed out loud.
Amanda laughed vindictively. “Shut up and take it, slut! You know you’ll enjoy it!” Her laugh took on an even harder edge. “And so will all the people here when they see you cum like the two-bit whore you are, until you beg for mercy!”
Tiffany gritted her teeth against the sensations that coursed through her loins. Oh that FUCKING bitch! The blonde didn’t just want to beat her, she wanted the humiliate her in front of everyone, make her look like nothing but a weak pathetic slut in front of the entire Society.
Amanda’s thumb slipped between Tiffany’s lips and Tiffany groaned. NO! God no! Don’t let the evil bitch push that thumb inside her! Not in front of everyone! She twisted her hips wildly in a frantic attempt to pull herself away from the blonde’s insistent fingers, pumping her pelvis upward, trying to shake Amanda off her, fighting not just Amanda but the warmth in her loins as the bitch tried to turn her own body against her.
“Look at her, humping my hand!” sneered the blonde. “Hey you know this is a fight club, right?” Tiffany heard laughs from the audience, and her face flushed red with shame. The skank was making a joke out her! She clenched her fists in anger. Dammit though, the bitch was right about one thing. Apart from a few brief moments, she’d been totally defensive throughout the fight so far. That had to change, and fast. She had to take the fight to Amanda, start inflicting some pain on her, or the blonde was going to wear her down and humble her.
With a surge of strength, she threw herself violently onto her left side, rolling Amanda off her. That freed her right leg to retaliate more effectively and she pulled it up, reaching back and grabbing for Amanda’s hair. She pulled the blonde’s head up against her side, clamping her elbow down to trap Amanda, ready to wrap her arm around her opponent’s neck to complete the head lock.
Amanda cursed as she had no choice but to relinquish her attack. She jerked her hand out of Tiffany’s crotch, grasping at Tiffany’s elbow, pushing against the pressure on her neck. Tiffany pulled her right knee up high and struck backward with her heel. The kick had nowhere near the force she wanted to use on this bitch, but it still drove hard into Amanda’s lower belly, and the blonde groaned. She shoved hard with her hand against Tiffany’s elbow, pushing Tiffany forward, breaking contact. Rolling away, Tiffany tried to put some distance between herself and her adversary, to give herself time to regain her feet.
This time she managed it, and swayed on her feet, gasping for breath. Her naked body trembled, bare breasts heaving. Her head was spinning at the endorphin from the intense exertion and at the pain from the mauling Amanda had given her. Fuck, this bitch was unbelievable – it was like being mugged by a puma! She stood with her right arm half raised, held protectively across her chest, protecting her right breast which throbbed horribly. She shuddered. She had been a breath away from submitting then, and only minutes into the fight.
Could she do this? Did she have what it took to beat this…this hellion? She had no idea. This was like nothing she had ever experienced. Maybe this had been a mistake, coming here, thinking she had a chance, fighting at this level. She swallowed hard, and wiped the sweat and tears from her eyes with her other hand.
Amanda snorted disdainfully from ten feet away. “What’s up, new girl? Not as easy as you thought?” She tossed her damp hair back off her shoulders. “Did you think I was just gonna fall over? This ain’t the bayou, bitch! Here you gotta earn a win – hell, you gotta earn the right just to be in this room!” She took a deep breath, flexing the powerful muscles of her arms, now fully defined, making her look larger. Her buxom chest rose and fell, her nipples dark with excitement. “How ‘bout you run away now, before you lose more than just your bikini! You don’t have what it takes, skank, and you know it!”
She might be right, thought Tiffany, but a strange calm came over her. Maybe she didn’t have what it took. Then again, maybe she did. One thing was certain – she was not leaving this square without giving it every last thing she had. “I guess we’re gonna see about that. You might win this fight,” she conceded, “but even if you do, I am gonna HURT you, bitch!”
Amanda roared with anger and launched herself at Tiffany, hands outstretched at chest level, ready to attack her breasts again. The memory of that white hot agony surged up in Tiffany’s mind, and fear gave her strength.
As Amanda reached her, she dropped low, almost into a crouch with lightning speed. The blonde’s arms thrust forward over her head, the fingers of one hand barely brushing her hair, and the instant before Amanda’s legs crashed into her, Tiffany exploded upward, her shoulder slamming into her enemy’s midriff with all the force she could muster.
Amanda screamed with shock, pain and anger as her own momentum carried her forward onto Tiffany’s shoulder, and Tiffany’s upward thrust lifted her off her feet, tossing her bodily into the air. Arms and legs pinwheeling wildly, she flew at least six feet before she crashed heavily to the floor, skidding another yard or more on her face and chest. The crowd gasped in surprise, then cheered. They had thought Amanda was about to dominate her all over again. Now they knew different. Adrenalin flooded Tiffany’s veins as sudden elation drove away the pain. She spun on the ball of her foot and strode toward the fallen blonde. “Now it’s my turn, BITCH!”
Amanda pushed herself up on her elbows, groaning, but Tiffany’s heel drove into her back between her shoulder blades and her face slammed down again into the rug as she groaned. Tiffany whirled, throwing a leg over the blonde’s waist so she faced Amanda’s feet, dropping her butt down hard in the small of the blonde’s back. “Try to finger bang me in the middle of the fight, you cxnt!!! I’ll show you!” She grabbed the back of Amanda’s bikini bottoms with both hands and wrenched it upward with all her strength.
So savage was the move that Amanda’s hips lifted completely off the floor. The blonde screamed in pain as the crotch of her bottoms pulled tight against into her pussy lips. “Cocky bitch! Now YOU’RE the one who’s gonna learn a hard lesson!” The muscles of her arms bulged as she shook Amanda’s body, whipping her back and forth like a dog shaking a chew toy, digging the fabric deeper into the blonde’s loins as Amanda shrieked in agony and pounded the floor with her fists.
Amanda pushed up with her arms, rising on her elbows, writhing as she tried to rock the vengeful Tiffany off her. That only made her torment worse though, and Tiffany smiled a grim smile as her adversary – no, her enemy now, the bitch had made it personal – helped her wreak her revenge.
She knew what that kind of pain could do to a fighter – right at the core of you, it sapped your strength and your will, just as it had begun to do her, moments ago, though thank God she had managed to break free before the vicious blonde could hurt her too badly. If you let an opponent do that to you for too long, it got so all you could think about was the pain, all you wanted was to make it stop. Now she was going to do the same thing to the blonde, make her stop caring about the fight, make her want nothing more than to surrender and end the pain.
Amanda screamed again and bucked even harder. Tiffany steadied herself, spreading her knees wide. She let go of Amanda’s bikini with one hand and twisted her torso around to snarl over her shoulder. “Shut up and keep still, bitch!” She back-fisted the blonde savagely across the back of the head, and Amanda slumped down to the floor again with a curse.
Regaining her hold, Tiffany hauled upward again as hard as she could. She heard the crackling sound as the stitching in the gusset of the other woman’s bottoms started to give. A surge of savage pleasure coursed through her, and the adrenalin gave her even greater strength. Her cry rang around the room as she heaved with her entire body, and Amanda’s bikini tore asunder, the crotch ripping up through the cleft of her pudenda, making the blonde howl like a tortured banshee.
“That’s how it’s done, bitch Barbie!” Tiffany spat at her, rising up to her feet, her fingers hooked in the waistband of the torn bikini, pulling Amanda up until only her feet and head touched the floor. The blonde was thrashing her head grinding her teeth and moaning with the agony from her brutalized loins.
Tiffany again stomped her foot down on Amanda’s back, crushing her breasts into the floor. “You think you know about pain, huh? I’m gonna show you something!” She dragged the blonde’s ruined bikini half-way down her thighs, then stepped off her back, pulling the bottoms further down, letting Amanda’s hips fall back to the floor, then her knees and finally her feet. Tiffany stood gazing down at her, the torn scrap of fabric in her hand. “You’re not gonna need this again, bitch!” She threw it contemptuously aside.
Amanda rolled onto her side, one hand grabbing her wounded crotch. Her face was clenched tight with pain, her chest heaving with shuddering sobs as she forced air into her lungs. “Fuck…you…” she gasped, pain and defiance dueling in her eyes.
“Yeah, you tried that already, you whore...and you got stomped into the floor just now for your trouble.” Tiffany shoved the blonde hard with her foot, and Amanda fell over onto her back. “Now it’s your turn to give it up, bitch. Face it, you tried your best but I kicked your ass. Submit now, or it’s gonna be a long painful night for you!”
She punctuated the demand with a savage stomp on Amanda’s belly, right over her belly button. Amanda’s eyes bulged, and she gave a gurgling, breathless cry. Pain wracked her face as she struggled for the breath to gasp, “Not…on…your life…cow!”
Tiffany sighed. It had been a long shot and she knew it. Amanda might be down but she wasn’t out. She wasn’t some barmaid fighting to supplement her tip money, or a biker chick trying to work out her aggression by beating on somebody in a come-all challenge night. She was a professional fighter – if she wasn’t, she wouldn’t be here. She had done what Tiffany was hoping here tonight – established herself among the cream of the crop, the best of the best. Now Tiffany was about to prove that she deserved a place here too – that she was not just as good as the blonde, but better.
Her earlier anxiety was gone. That toss, turning the tables on Amanda so quickly and completely, had earned her the respect of the audience, and given her new faith in herself. Still, she was under no illusions about the task ahead of her. Even battered and in pain as she was, Amanda was no pushover. The image of the blonde’s impressive body as she flexed her muscles popped into Tiffany’s mind again. Amanda wasn’t just strong and vicious, she was resilient too. Tiffany would have to break her down, deny her any chance to recover, work her over in body and spirit until she had no strength or will left to fight.
And work her over she did. She hammered Amanda’s belly time and time again, from her ribcage to the upper edge of her mound, battering her hard abs as they slowly weakened under the relentless assault of Tiffany’s heels, knees, elbows and fists. She had fought hard bodies like Amanda before – not always winning, but learning from every fight. One of those lessons was that while hard muscles could absorb many blows, they could not hold out forever. She felt the blonde’s belly slowly softening, her groans of pain growing ever more urgent.
Nor was muscle damage the only tool to wear her opponent down. Pain played a big part in sapping a fighter’s strength, not to mention her will. Amanda knew that just as well as she did – the bitch had dispensed enough of it on her in the early part of the fight, mauling her boobs and her crotch. No doubt she had made other Society wannabes scream for mercy with those tactics. Hell, Tiffany herself had been close to surrender, but she was made of sterner stuff. Those women had tried and failed. She was here to win.
Tiffany proved she could dish it out the pain as well as take it. Her knees did not stop at Amanda’s ribs – she pummeled her enemy’s chest, bouncing the blonde’s breasts back and forth like speed bags. Her fingers squeezed and twisted – at one point she even dragged her opponent up off the floor by her breasts as Amanda clung cursing to her arms, mewling in agony, before hurling her onto her back once more, her head slamming into the rug with a thud that made the blonde’s eyes glaze over for a long moment.
She worked Amanda’s back too, with punishing blows to her kidneys. She thought she had won the fight at one point where she dragged the weakened blonde to her feet, holding her by the hair, her breasts pressed tight against Amanda’s left shoulder, before she jerked hard right and dropped, throwing Amanda down backwards over her upraised knee. Amanda had screamed like a demon, thrashing in abject torment on the rug, holding her back. “Oh…FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!”
This went on for almost a half-hour. Tiffany knew that because several clock towers were visible from the enormous windows of the apartment, and she caught occasional glances through the crowd as she drew breath between clashes.
She gave Amanda several chances to submit. Though there was a part of her that wanted to make the bitch suffer as horribly as she could – the skank was going to force her to cum in front of the entire room! – she was acutely conscious of the fact that the audience, or at least some of them, played a huge role in her future here. The Society wanted fierce, determined, even dirty fighters, but they didn’t want sadists. She had seen fights in the past where a woman had her opponent in a brutal pain hold and kept her there for what seemed like an eternity while the opponent doggedly refused the submit. The fight had eventually ended under a rain of beer cans from the drunken audience. That had been an object lesson for Tiffany. Don’t be sadistic, and don’t be boring either. Every time she had offered Amanda a chance to surrender though, the blonde had snarled, gasped and, eventually, croaked, “Fuck you,” or some derivation of those words.
Amanda fought back of course. Tiffany took several hard hits to the belly, and the blonde made several low sweeping attacks with her legs, trying to bring Tiffany down to the carpet with her. She even succeeded once, but Tiffany’s leg lashed out and caught Amanda between her breasts, sending her sprawling before she could press the attack. Tiffany had to constantly guard her chest too – the wicked blonde missed not chance to punch, slap or slash at Tiffany’s still-swollen right breast.
Nevertheless, she knew she had gained the upper hand. Amanda’s retaliatory assaults became less furious, her parries less accurate. More and more of Tiffany’s blows hit home, and the blonde’s cries became louder as her strength wore down. Tiffany knew it was only a matter of time. The blonde would surrender. She had little to lose – she was already established here in the Society. Tiffany had much more at stake than she did. To punish herself even more severely was just stupid, and whatever Tiffany might think of this bitch, she definitely wasn’t stupid.
Tiffany was almost dizzy from the adrenalin coursing through her veins. She had come here and put everything on the line – her fight career, her reputation, her dignity. The Society – and of course this insanely vicious bitch – had taken her to the very edge of surrender, forced her to find the deepest well of her determination just to keep on fighting. This had been the hardest battle of her life. She had felt fear such as she had never known – fear of Amanda’s daunting prowess, fear of the blonde showing her up, fear of shaming herself in the aftermath of the fight. Worst, and most of all, she had feared looking herself in the mirror every morning, and knowing that she didn’t have what it took to win here.
But she had endured. She had proven herself worthy to stand and fight here in this room. She had proven it to the fierce creature against whose magnificent body she had strained in the first moments of the fight. She had proven it to the other fighters who stood in the crowd – those who had challenged her tonight, and those who had not. She would stand against many or all of them in the future. She had proven it to every man and woman in the room tonight, who had seen and heard everything that she went through – and, in turn, everything she had put her opponent through. Again, and most importantly, she had proven it to herself. She had endured, she had overcome – and now she would triumph.
There was just one obstacle to that – the battered, exhausted but still defiant blonde beneath her. Despite her best efforts – so far – to make Amanda surrender, she still had not uttered the words. That would change, and soon.
Squatting over her prone opponent, her bare crotch pressed firmly into the small of Amanda’s back, she shuffled her feet forward, hands gripping Amanda’s upper arms, hooking the blonde’s elbows more securely over her own knees, and trapping Amanda deeper in the pain hold. Releasing the blonde’s arms, she leaned forward and hissed in her ear, “Now it’s time to hear you scream!”
Amanda moaned, and her body tensed beneath Tiffany in anticipation of the torment to come. Tiffany paused, making the bitch wait, knowing what was going through her mind – would Tiffany pull her into a chin lock, torturing her neck, or yank her head back by her hair instead?
Tiffany had other ideas. She reached forward even further, over Amanda’s shoulders, and grasped the blonde’s breasts firmly, her nails digging into the soft folds of flesh beneath the firm orbs. “This is something I call the ‘titty clutch,’” she murmured, her thumbs gouging Amanda’s nipples. She moaned more loudly and shook her head weakly. “You’re gonna be the first one here to get this, bitch!”
She squeezed hard, and rocked backward on her heels, arching Amanda’s back, dragging the blonde’s breasts cruelly upward and outward. Amanda’s eyes bulged wide, she threw back her head and her scream of agony echoed off the walls.
Tiffany craned her neck forward, making sure to keep the pressure on Amanda’s breasts, and hissed in her captive opponent’s ear, “Come on, you stubborn bitch, everyone knows you gave it your best. Don’t be stupid…give it up!”
Tears of pain streaked Amanda’s cheeks. Her entire body was slippery with sweat, her hair hanging limply, brushing the damp rug beneath her. Her mouth worked silently, any words lost in her agony. Tiffany jerked on her breasts harder, pulling Amanda’s head up closer to her own. “What’s that, bitch? Say it!”
Focused on her moment of victory, she failed to notice the blonde raise her right arm slowly and painfully toward her shoulder. By the time she felt Amanda’s fingers grasp her hair, the blonde was already roaring through clenched teeth and yanking Tiffany’s head to the right, pulling her off balance. She toppled, dragging her opponent with her until Amanda was able to pull her left knee up and shove sideways, screaming with the pain that that effort cost her from her tortured muscles.
Tiffany sprawled onto her right side, Amanda’s sudden savage cry of “FUCK YOU, BITCH!!!” ringing in her ears, and then her own scream tore the air as the suddenly resurgent Amanda launched a desperate but deadly accurate punch that slammed into her right breast, still swollen and sore from Amanda’s early attack with her bikini top, crushing it into her ribs.
A paroxysm of pain gripped Tiffany, freezing her for a moment. When she regained her senses, Amanda was already scrambling up over her, astride her hips. Tiffany’s right arm was back behind her, and the blonde’s knee ground into her forearm, pinning it down. She flailed wildly with her other arm, aiming a backhanded slap across Amanda’s face to knock her off, but Amanda caught her wrist in both hands, twisting it viciously so Tiffany yelped in pain.
She managed to tear her arm free, aiming an elbow strike at Amanda’s long-suffering belly. The blonde managed to twist her torso with a grunt of pain, and Tiffany’s elbow glanced off her right hip. Amanda grabbed again for Tiffany’s arm. “C’mere, slut!”
Desperate to keep her arm free of her opponent’s grasp, terrified of having her arms locked up while she was pinned down like this, Tiffany struck out again, stabbing her thumbnail into Amanda’s belly button, spreading her fingers, getting a handful of the blonde’s belly and twisting as hard as she could.
Amanda screamed in pain, but finally got a firm grip on Tiffany’s wrist and jerked it free. “Not so fast, bitch! Now it’s MY turn!” Her right arm snaked around and under Tiffany’s, locking it up into an arm bar. Amanda leaned to her right, and Tiffany winced at the sudden strain on her shoulders. She struggled, gritting her teeth as her bare right breast – the one Amanda had tortured and punched again just now – slapped against the floor.
“Thought you had me finished?” taunted Amanda. She slapped Tiffany hard across the cheek with her free hand. “Thought I wouldn’t be able to take the pain?” She laughed bitterly. “Bitch, you have NO idea what pain is! But tonight you’re gonna find out.”
Amanda shifted her weight, lifting her left knee, presumably to slide further up Tiffany’s body, and Tiffany drew her own left leg up, hoping for a chance to bridge up sideways and maybe shake the blonde off her. Amanda dropped her knee again – right onto the inner side of Tiffany’s throbbing right breast, crushing it into the floor.
The pain was so intense it made the room spin around her for a moment, and she lost the power to even think as her eyes and mouth opened wide, gaping in shock as her beleaguered nerves fought to cope with the agony. The felt the sweat burst from every pore. When her scream finally did come, it was so shrill, piteous and drawn out that it made her dizzy. The sudden endorphin rush left her weak, panting for breath.
“Like that trick, slut?” laughed Amanda. “Told you I’d teach you a lesson or two. I call this one ‘milking the cow’ !” She ground her knee harder against the floor, and Tiffany shrieked again, trying desperately not to let her bladder go, so intense was the pain.
Dammit! She had had her! She had had the blonde beaten down, crying tears of pain, bruised and battered, on the very brink of surrender. What the hell had happened? How did the blonde endure all that punishment and still come back? The bitch wasn’t fucking human!!! How did she wind up pinning Tiffany to the floor again, and resuming her cruel assault on Tiffany’s chest.
She had gotten cocky – that’s what had happened. She thought she had Amanda beaten, and she had that assurance get the better of her. She should have known better. She had warned herself as she took the initiative, not to go for a quick win, to do it by the book, wear her down, don’t take stupid chances – and most of all, never, NEVER count the bitch out until she surrenders.
She had made a mistake – and here, at this level, one mistake was all it took. Now the blonde was going to torture her, show her up like a rank amateur, make her look stupid and all her work, everything she had strived and suffered through to get here, was going to be for nothing. The physical pain was nothing compared to that thought – of having all her dreams crushed like the bitch was crushing her boob right now. She sobbed in anguish.
Amanda heard her and laughed. “Cry baby!” she sneered. “You’re nothing, and now just proved it!” She reached down with her left hand, grasped Tiffany’s left nipple and jerked her breast upward viciously. Tiffany’s body shook like a leaf and she shrieked in utter misery. She threw her head back, writhing beneath the blonde, mouth open, her sopping hair tangled around her head, biting at the rug in a frenzy of pain.
“That’s it, scream for me, cow slut!” laughed Amanda loudly. She let go of Tiffany’s nipple and Tiffany moaned in near-relief at having only one of her breasts tormented. Amanda released the arm bar and grabbed Tiffany’s wrist in her left hand, freeing up her right. “Let’s have some fun with you before we send you back to the swamp!” She leaned back and delivered a stinging slap to Tiffany’s ass.
Amanda leaned close, and purred in Tiffany’s ear. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet, cow! I’m gonna show you up so bad, you’ll have to wear a bag over your head so people won’t laugh at you in the street!” She poked her tongue out and licked a tear from the corner of Tiffany’s left eye. “Mmmmm….I love that taste. You know what it tastes like?” She paused for a moment and then added, “It tastes like victory! Too bad you’ll never taste that!”
BITCH! Amanda was playing with her, humbling her right here in the fight. God only knew what she would do once Tiffany surrendered. Cold fear surged through her, followed by boiling anger. She growled through clenched teeth, summoning the dregs of her determination. “Don’t be so fucking sure, SKANK!”
Her fingers, alongside Amanda’s head as her tormenter sneered in her face, twisted into Amanda’s hair. With a supreme effort, she wrenched downward as hard as she could, simultaneously pushing up with her left leg. She screamed with new as she twisted onto her tummy, rolling the blonde off her but crushing her poor abused breast with her own weight as she did so.
Amanda’s face slammed into rug with a loud smack and she fell onto her left side. Weeping with relief, Tiffany rolled wearily back the other way, onto her back, then over again, pushing herself up on her elbows. She felt as though there was a pile of bricks on her back. She willed her heart to beat faster, her lungs to give her oxygen, praying for some hidden reserve of strength, terrified she would feel the blonde’s claws in her hair –and in her flesh – at any moment.
When she reached her knees and raised her head, she saw Amanda doing the same, just a few feet away, glaring at her poisonously. The blonde’s nose was red where it had smashed into the rug, her breasts heaved as she took deep breaths. “You keep getting lucky, cow, but you know it’s only prolonging the inevitable.”
She raised an arm to swipe her hair off her face, and Tiffany noticed that she moved much more slowly, as though she were lifting weights. Tiffany realized just how much that last comeback had cost Amanda. Tiffany’s ruthless assaults had taken their toll and taken Amanda close to exhaustion. Tiffany’s heart began to race. Her hope, crushed completely moments ago, began to flicker into life. She might be able to beat this bitch after all – if only she could find the strength. She did not kid herself though. It would take nothing less than her very best, and even that might not be enough. If she failed, there was no chance of an honorable victory – not against Amanda. The bitch would totally destroy her.
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