[FyreCracka]

Chapter 1: Dawn in the Rockies

  Hi, I'm Kelli. This is my story. Most of adult life, like most people, I have wanted to test myself. Unlike most other women, I always wanted to do it against another woman. Now at the ripe old age of 37, my life seems to be pretty well put together, I have a wonderful husband and family, a good career, and a happy life, but despite this, I still haven't ever really satisfied my urge to compete against other women. I've had a few scraps and scrapes in the past and when I daydream to this day I find myself wondering how I would have fared if they all hadn't been broken up just as they were starting.

One day I walk in on my husband and catch him watching porn- not just any porn but two women wrestling nude. I ask him "Do you like this stuff?"  Sheepishly, he looks at me and smiles, nodding "Yes". I look at him and smile back, saying "So do I".

After this revelation, it's not long before he and I begin to work to fulfill this fantasy of mine. After some research, we find a website that arranges, records and otherwise facilitates  this particular kink. I create an account with the username "Fyrecracka" from a nickname that my husband has used for me. Within a few weeks, I am "booked" to wrestle a woman a few hours drive away.

When the time comes we drop the kid off at my parent's house, load up the Jeep, and drive off to fulfill our shared fantasy. My husband, Jake and I make our way to the cabin where we are supposed to meet the other couple, I can feel the excitement building inside of me. We have never met these the couple before but, according to our conversations on the Internet, we should be in for a good time. We arrive early in the afternoon, I see a man sitting on the porch.

Jake goes to meet him, he introduces himself as William. He says his wife is in the back and is excited to meet us. He leads us back to a large room, where his wife is lounging in a robe. She smiles and says "you must be Kelli, I'm Dawn. So would you like a drink -or would you like to get down to business?"  

With the reality of the situation beginning to set in, I can feel the butterflies starting to flutter in my stomach and I reply that we can at least  discuss the rules over a drink. Over a glass of wine, I explain to her that I want to test myself against another woman, no more, no less. "So it's just me versus you to see who's the better woman? I can handle that. You'll be my fifth vict- I mean opponent." She replies with a confident, almost smirking, smile.  "Right now, I am still undefeated. Do think you're woman enough to beat me? We can battle it out in here or if you really want to make it feel natural, we have a nicely manicured lawn out back....and of course, I suggest we fight nude" She gestures to the area behind the cabin. The thought of a one on one struggle in nature has me mesmerized, I agree to wrestle her outdoors and naked to embrace the primal aspect of this whole ordeal.

"As for the rules..." She says "I think we should go for 30 minutes and who ever can force the most submissions, wins- that way there won't be any doubt of who is better". Eager to prove myself, I agree. "You'll find you and your man's room down that hallway. I'll meet you on the lawn in an hour".

I spend the hour freshening up and being massaged by Jake. Due to the excitement of the moment, both of us are working hard to suppress the urge to make love. As the clock nears time, I put my robe on and walk out into the August sun. 

Jake and I meet the other couple in the middle of a lawn that is as well kept as any green on a nice golf course. We walk up towards each other and throw our robes to our men leaving us in just our panties- the customary trophy for fights per the site's rules- the winner usually takes the loser's panties or bra after the match. I walk over to where there is a bell and a clock with two hooks beneath them. I slip off my red thong and hang it on a hook. I watch as Dawn hangs her black lacy panties on the other hook.

While walking back to the middle of lawn I can feel the summer sun's warmth on my body, as we stand toe to toe for the first time. We look each other over- I learn that she is 31, six years younger than me and quite a bit bigger.  Dawn is couple of inches taller than me, probably around 5'8" to my 5' 5 1/2"and I'll be giving up quite a bit in weight. We step on the scales and I weigh in at 140 pounds and she tips the scales at just over 180.

I continue to look over my opponent noting our physical differences. I can see that I am in better shape with all of my hours spent in spin class to give me what my husband calls a sexy soccer mom body. Dawn doesn't look like she works out much, she is soft around the belly and while her legs aren't defined, they are thick, I can see that this is where her power his.

 Her massive breasts dwarf my perky B cups, but my large well muscled ass looks much better than her even bigger, flat, soft one. She smirks at me. I can almost see her mind using jealousy as motivation for our fight.

Even though we are probably the same skin tone as evidenced my tan lines, the Texas sun has kissed my body to a golden hue compared to her smooth pale skin. Dawn's dark brown hair falls lazily to her shoulders, framing a pretty face with bright brown eyes, this should contrast nicely with my blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. My dark brown eyes meet hers and we both try to stare down the woman in front of us.  

William makes sure that all of the cameras are up and running then goes over to the large clock where we hung our panties and sets it for 30 minutes. The bell rings, Dawn and I immediately lower our centers of gravity, beginning to circle each other. Both of us timidly slap at each other trying to get a feel for the other woman. Trying to use her size advantage she presses the fight and tries to grab me, before long, we both have grips on each other's hair. Each of us trying to sling our opponent to the grass. I am surprised at how I almost enjoy the first feel of pain as she yanks my hair, but that is dwarfed by the exhilaration I feel when I hear Dawn moan out in pain as I pull her long dark hair in retaliation.

Eventually, our bodies are tangled and she slings me to the ground. Holding on to her long dark hair I pull the bigger woman down as well. We roll across the grass the sounds of our bodies slapping together and the groans we make as we strain against each other, are the only noises I hear as the world has gone silent to me as I focus on besting this formidable woman in front of me.

For several minutes we both unsuccessfully try to gain control of the other woman. Then by a stroke of luck I slide onto her back. Instinctively, I wrap one arm around her neck and another around her arm. She twists and turns but is unable to get free. Then my legs finally get around her soft belly, I lock them and squeeze with all of my strength. She lets out a deep grunt as the air leaves her body. I continue to keep squeezing with my legs and pulling her head and shoulder for all I'm worth. Watching her face turn varying shades of red, I am almost turned on by the thrill of controlling this much bigger woman. Soon the grunts turn to whimpers and I feel her hand reach up and tap me "stop! I give!"  

We roll apart and get back to our feet. After 5 minutes I'm up 1-0. As Dawn brushes the dirt and grass of her now sweat glistening body, I can see that she knows that I won't be a pushover. We stare at one another, you can see the determination and that a competitive fire burns in each of our eyes.

 "You got lucky, little woman....that's all you'll get" Dawn growls, clearly irritated at losing the first fall to me.

"Whatever, big girl.....get used to it.... that was only the first one" I snap back with a hint of cockiness in my voice.

We begin stalking each other again and before long we are grunting and groaning in another mutual hair grabbing hold the sounds of our hands smacking each other's bodies fill the otherwise quiet yard.

Dawn, using her superior strength, muscles me into a headlock.  Slowly and methodically, she takes me to ground. As I lay underneath the bigger woman, I can feel my shoulders pressing into the warm grass. I try to pull her hair back in an effort to escape her viselike headlock, she positions her ample breasts over my face. "Feel those....those are the tits of a real woman..." Dawn taunts. Try as I might, I can't find a spot where I can move my head that her breasts don't cover my face....trapped, gasping for air, I finally relent, and tap out.

"That's more like it.....can't handle a real woman can you, little girl?" The brunette arrogantly taunts, as she releases me.
Still out of breath, I can only glare back.

Breathing heavily, I look up at the clock, 7 minutes in and we are tied at one submission apiece. Chest heaving, I make it to my feet and ready myself for the next round.

 Wasting no time, Dawn grabs me in a big bear hug and takes me down again. I'm on my back again, this time she sits on top of my belly, pinning my hands to the ground. Next, she simply leans forward, covering my face with her large breasts. I struggle and fight to find some air, but all I find is Dawn's big nipples in my mouth. I fight the inevitable for a while longer, before I tap out again. And in the blink of an eye, I'm behind 2-1  With 9 minutes gone. 

Dawn stands over me, looking completely fresh but for her chest heaving and the bits of grass clinging to the sweat covering her powerful body. Meanwhile, I struggle to get to my feet and only manage to make it on all fours. Still fighting to get my breath back, I feel myself being pulled to my feet by my hair.

She pulls me in close, whispering wickedly into my ear "Kelli, you realize you can't win, right? Do you want to quit? There's no shame, I'm bigger, stronger, and better than you, little girl".

  "It's not over yet!" I snap back. She dismissively tosses me to the ground by my hair and moves in to punish me.

  Dawn pounces on me, pushing my face into the grass as she lays on top of me. She seems to be content with me struggling to get out from under her and repeatedly bounces on my lower back to keep me from ever catching my breath. I can hear her almost giggling each time I moan as the air is pushed out of my lungs. After several minutes, she rolls me over. At this point, I am almost defenseless as she mounts my face.

 Trapped between her thick, tree trunklike legs, I can't escape Dawn's stare. The confidence in her eyes is unmistakable as she looks at her pinned opponent. "What's the matter, little girl.....bite off more than you can handle?" the bigger woman taunts before she deftly eases forward and again my mouth is covered, this time by her pussy. Again, I hold out for as long as I can before I tap out again. After 15 minutes, she now leads me 3-1. 

As we both get to our feet again we stare at each other again. She is sweaty and her pale skin has red blotches from my slaps and just general flushing from the contest, and I can only imagine how much worse I look as I struggle back to my feet after what she has put me through. I know I am in trouble and it's obvious she has taken control of the bout.

Before we even start this round I can feel my body weakening beneath the hot August sun as well feeling the cumulative effects of Dawn's size and strength. This time I take a different approach, using whats left of my speed to try and get behind the lumbering powerhouse of a woman. After 15 minutes of wrestling, the large woman is tired too and has slowed down just enough for me to choose my shots.

Darting in and out, I land slaps to her flanks before I latch on to her hair and use my body to force the exhausted woman down to her belly. Crawling on her back, I am able to mount her. With a hand full of her hair, I pull as hard as I can. She yelps in pain as I crank her head back. I lean back pulling chin and hair. She tries to use her strength to power out of the hold but can't shake me. She struggles and strains against my chin lock,  the pain in her voice is comforting as I have been the one crying out in pain for the last ten minutes. She is able to fight the pain for several minutes before I feel her finally tap out. 

I look at the clock, 22 minutes are gone and I'm down 3-2. As I look at Dawn, I can tell that she is almost in as bad a shape as me- maybe worse as she isn't nearly as in shape as I am. She struggles to get to a knee. Neither of us look like the two strong women who started this battle, both of us are covered in sweat, grass and our skin is smeared with dirt.

As we glare at each other it becomes apparent that we have lost the civility that we had at the beginning for the match. "Alright..... bitch.... get..... ready ..... for.... pain...." she snaps between breaths while massaging her neck.

"Shut up.... slut.... you're.... done..." I growl back, readying myself on unsteady legs.

  Knowing I don't have much time, I move in to try and seize the advantage from my tired adversary.  Rushing the larger girl with a roar, I knock her down with a shoulder to her chest. I end up on top and quickly scramble into a chest to chest mount. As I lay on top of her, pinning her hands above her head, we lock eyes again.

"Say it, Dawn...you're beaten" I say as press the whole weight of my body onto hers.

"I'm ....still ....ahead, Kelli, and .... you ... don't ....have .... much ....time" she replies through a grimace and pained breaths. I know she's right, and I need to get her to give up just to tie the score and force this into a sudden death overtime.

I slide into a grapevine pin, she lets out a loud groan as her legs are stretched. Finally, I feel like I have the advantage over the chubby woman and she is just holding on. I flex and strain as hard as I can to break her will and she uses all of her power to keep from giving up. Both of us are groaning as our bodies are pushed to their limits. Between the sweat of our bodies and trying with all my strength to hold her down, I slip and lose my grip.

Dawn, being a skilled wrestler, is able to capitalize. Again we are are rolling around the lawn. When we finally stop struggling for position,I'm the one on bottom. Even though she is exhausted, The heavier woman is able to hold me in place. She simply lays on top of me, every breath I take becomes laborious and I can find no escape. Knowing that if I give up there is absolutely no chance for me to come back, I refuse to tap out. I can feel myself fading, my legs that were pressing so hard to roll her off of me, now lay still. My arms, burning from pulling her hair to try to get her off, now flop onto the grass, unable to fight anymore. Dawn, realizing that I am spent, instinctively positions her breasts over my face one more time to finish me. I try to find some air, but am only rewarded with the salty sweat dripping from her nipples.

Unable to fight anymore or even tap out, I feel everything start to fade out...then "Ding!" I hear the final bell ring. Relief washes over my beaten body as Dawn rolls off of me and for what seems like an eternity we both just lie in the grass breathing heavily. Neither one of us able to rise. 

Eventually, Dawn makes it to her feet and stands over me. She, firmly, puts her foot on my chest as William takes a picture of her in the customary "Victory" pose over her conquered rival. Next, she makes her way to where our panties are hanging and grabs mine. I am still too exhausted to do more than sit up. Dawn walks back to me, places her foot on my chest again and pushes me on to my back again. Now she has William take pictures of her posing on me with her 'trophy'. I feel completely conquered at this point.

With the heat of competition fading, the civility we had earlier returns and I now understand how boxers can beat the hell out of each other and give each other a hug after the bout.

She offers me her hand to help me stand. "I've never been pushed to my limits like that before- you'll do well" she says still trying to catch her breath.

 Swallowing my pride, I manage a small tired smile saying "I have never felt so much power and strength from another woman. I understand why no one has ever beaten you". I say graciously, even though I am disappointed with the outcome.

William leads his wife back to the cabin, while Jake scoops my exhausted body up and carries me. Upon reaching the cabin, she says "the showers are back here" and we follow them to a large group shower. As Jake washes my body, I can't help but to stare at Dawn. Even though I am clearly prettier and better built, I can't help but think that she is sexier right now as she basks in the glow of her victory...of her superiority over me.

We stay the night and have dinner with the other couple. It's impossible to see how the dynamic has changed. There's no denying that she has established an "alpha" status over me. As much as I hate it, it's like I can't get over the feeling that I know my place around her. It's instinctive, a primal and natural feeling.

As I lay in bed, my mind won't let go of this feeling. I come to the conclusion that I need to know what it's like to feel like Dawn is feeling tonight. To be the better woman, to prove that I am superior in front of my husband and another woman's lover. But mostly I need to test myself like this again. I enjoyed too much. It feels like I have just taken my first hit of the world's most addictive drug. As we drive away in the morning, I am already searching the site for my next opponent and wondering when my next adventure will be.

[FyreCracka]

Chapter 2: Campsite Catfight


  Even though it's only been a week since my first match, the thought of participating in another is all I can think about. Im constantly browsing the catfight website looking for opponents. So much so, that Jake suggests we take a camping trip to go relax and unwind to take my mind off of it. So we make some plans, load up the jeep and head to our favorite secluded campground on the river.

When we arrive, there is only one other couple near us, a man named Gabriel and Lucia, his wife, . Jake and Gabriel have hit it off talking about football, guns and other "Texas" things. I have made some small talk with his wife, but I haven't figured out how to talk to her about what's really been on my mind.

Since my match with Dawn, all I can think about is how I would stack up against the women that I meet- a waitress, a fellow mom at a soccer practice, or college hardbody at the gym, everywhere I look, I see possible opponents and size them up. Lucia, is no exception, parading around the campground in a baby blue bikini. I wonder how I'd fare against this smaller woman, She is a pretty Latina with a nice ass with much larger breasts than me.

Late Saturday evening, as the hot August sun is beginning to set, all four of us are talking while sipping drinks and watching the river go by. The conversation gets a little more intimate, so Jake and I tell them about our recent trip to Colorado and my match. From the looks in everybody's eyes, I can tell we are all thinking the same thing- what would happen if her and I were to mix it up here.

Finally, she wryly says "what would be the rules if you and I did fight?"

I smile knowing exactly where this is headed. "Well I think we should go until one of us quits... one round for all the marbles... to find out who is the better woman. Maybe since we have to go to work in a couple of days we should make sure that nothing too damaging happens....maybe just slaps, no punching. Kinda of a good old fashioned catfight...at least, that's what I'd suggest"

Her eyes unable to hide her excitement, Lucia asks "well where would we even do this?" 

Having been thinking of this moment all weekend I have just the spot. "There's a nice patch of soft grass down by the water".

I can see Gabriel is almost as excited as his wife. "Let's do it!" She says excitedly. We make our way to the water's edge. Jake makes sure to bring our video camera.

According to the catfight website's rules, I earn full membership once I have three recorded matches. Plus after receiving the copy of my match with Dawn, I've realized that rewatching these can be good for the love life. Gabriel and Lucia happily agree knowing that they will get a copy of the match.


We square off in front of each other. With her at 36 years old and me at 37 we are nearly the same age but that's about the only similarity. The contrasts between us are striking, I'm in my purple bikini. Standing almost 5'6", I'm nearly a half foot taller than the 5'1" Lucia. At 135 pounds I estimate that I'm about 15 pounds heavier than her. She stands across from me in a baby blue bikini that is straining to contain her large D cup breasts, her dark hair and tan skin, quite different from my blonde hair, lighter colored skin and much smaller  B cup breasts.

"Are you ready?" I ask, my body is nearly trembling with excitement as I the match becomes a reality.

She smiles and says "Bring it!" 

Slowly we inch in closer to each other, then we lock up with each other. Both of us trying to push or pull the other down. Using her lower center of gravity, I feel her get me off balance and trip me over her hip and leg. I flip over her and land in the soft wet grass with a thud and a whimper.

Stunned from the fall, I am unable to stop her from crawling on top me. The next thing I see is Lucia sitting on top of me, she pins my hands down with hers. I struggle against her frantically but it's like she weighs a ton. My bucking begins to slow as I begin to tire.

The Latina looks down at me curiously, studying me like I'm her prey. Satisfied that she has me pinned, she moves forward trapping my arms with her legs.  I feel her bikini bottom press against my chin as she has mounts my face.

I swing my legs up and under her armpits. She tries to hold me down, but my strong legs prove to be too much and I am able to hook her armpits with my heels and muscle her off me.  Both of us roll around the wet grass for a bit, the soft earth of the river bank smearing across our near naked bodies, eventually I end up with Lucia in a headlock. The grass near the river is surprisingly wet and both of us are now glistening beneath the setting sun.

While holding her in the headlock, I'm able to look around at the situation. I can see that the boys' swim trunks aren't very good at hiding their arousal. I also see that my bikini top is laying several feet away from me on the ground- how or when that came off, I have no idea.

 I can hear her grunting as she strains to escape. Before I get too comfortable, I feel my head yanked back by my hair. I think to myself  "wasn't this supposed to be a friendly match", but then again, I did say we could pull hair. Lucia is able to roll me on top of her. I manage to hold on to the headlock and stay belly to belly with my pint sized rival. I think I may still have the advantage until I feel her legs lock around my waist.

She squeezes and I let out squeaky yelp as the pain racks my belly. I'm unable to hold the headlock and before long all I can do is try to hold out as her legs crush me. I can feel from our bodies struggling against each other that the brunette's breasts have also been freed during the struggle. I manage to glance down and can see her baby blue bikini hanging uselessly underneath her large, heaving tits, revealing her dark and fully erect nipples.

The air is full of the sounds of the river and environment, along with straining moans and groans of Lucia and I fighting for supremacy. I focus my efforts to using my core muscles to resist the painful leg scissors hold. The next several minutes feel like hours and the pain is steady and excruciating as she tries to squeeze me to submission.

 Finally, her strong but thin legs tire out fortunately before my abdominal muscles do and she releases the hold enough that combined with the sweat covering our bodies, I am able to escape. For a moment both of us lay on the grass writhing on our backs, both of us fighting to catch our breath.

She moves first and is able to drag her body on top of mine. She covers my face with her large, natural, tan, breasts. Still gasping for air, I know this could be the end. I do the only thing I can think of, I begin to suck on her nipples. I hear her moan, obviously enjoying it. She arches her back dragging both nipples across my tongue. This gives me the opportunity to roll her onto her back.

Quickly, I slide on top her, my pussy mere millimeters from her mouth. I fight off her legs, trying to reach up and pull me off. She struggles in a frantic panic for several minutes before her attempts to cast me off, first start to slow, then stop, as she seems to be fading. My size advantage is starting to take a toll on the smaller woman as I sit on her chest and throat. I look down at her face, trapped between my thighs, I can still see the fight in her dark eyes as we stare at each other.

 Much like me earlier, in her desperation, Lucia begins to use her tongue. I try to hold her down but it just ....feels....so.....damn....good. My body trembles from the pleasure and I let out a loud moan. She is able to buck me off. She escapes and we both make it to our feet.

Both of us now topless and soaking wet from the damp grass and sweat. Streaks of mud criss cross our bodies. Lucia looks so primal and I can only assume I look much the same. Two women who have cast off all ladylike pretenses and resorted to our primitive selves. One more time we move forward to meet each other. We send some slaps towards one another's bodies and the sounds of our palms smacking flesh add to the other sounds of nature in our arena.

After trading several slaps and curses, it's as if we each decide that neither of us have the energy to continue this kind of fight. We lock up, both of us using everything we have left to try and force the other woman to the ground. This time, my strength is too much for the petite Latina and she drops, first to a knee then all the way on to her back. With me on top, I use my longer body to stretch her.

First I grab her wrists and pin her arms above her head. Then I snake my legs through hers putting her legs in a grapevine pin. She lets out a loud moan as she is stretched, her pussy pointing directly at her husband, who is, no doubt, enjoying the view of our bodies matched up, eye to eye, chest to chest, crotch to crotch. 

Underneath my entire body weight and locked in the painful stretching hold, I finally ask her through my heavy breathing "Lucia...do ....you...give up?"  Our faces nose to nose in this hold she can't look away, I can see it in her eyes, she knows she's beaten and is relieved that it is over.

 "Ok....Kelli.....you ....win.......I give up". I immediately release the hold and collapse on top of her. I lay panting, draped over Lucia like a sweat soaked towel for a moment. We lock eyes again, she gives me a kiss on the cheek and says  through her heavy breathing "That was incredible, I had no idea something could be so competitive and feel so erotic at the same time."

 I look back into her I eyes and brush the mud and grass off of her face, "you are as tough as you are sexy, it could have gone either way". Trying to be gracious even though all I want to do is to celebrate my first win.

It was all I imagined. Feeling the exact moment where she gave into me. Where her body knew mine was stronger, where her spirit bent to my will. Even though it was more of a competitive event rather than a fight, I still feel like I conquered Lucia and I love it. It is like some high that I've never felt before.

"And now, it's time to make this official..." I say proudly as I begin to untie Lucia's bikini bottoms. I get them free and rise to my feet. Gently but firmly I place my foot on the Latina's chest and slowly raise the arm holding her bikini bottoms. I look down at the brunette lying naked beneath me and I've never felt so powerful. I'm make sure that the camera gets a good view of my victory pose.

 We call the boys over, both of us physically spent. As turned on as I am right now, I can't wait. After the win, my confidence is soaring. I feel like a true tigress...an Amazon. I feel so, for lack of a better word, womanly. Now I want my husband- I have to have it...now!. Giddily, Jake helps me to our tent. Neither of us is able to keep our hands off each other. We barely make inside the tent before we jump each other like to horny teenagers.

A few minutes later I can hear that Gabriel and Lucia have started as well. The combined moans and screams of ecstasy echo throughout the valley. Even though both of us were exhausted we still managed to make love until well after the sun had set.


After basking in the glow of my victory and the romp with my husband, Jake and I meander back down to the grassy battlefield near the river for a quick rinse in the river. We see the other couple already there. We all relax in the water for a bit before heading back to camp and some more fireside chatting before we all retire for the night.

I can't help but notice as I lie in my tent how Lucia deferred to me all night. Just like I had done to Dawn. It was noticeable, I am the "Alpha" among us tonight. It's a great feeling, one I want to experience more I think to myself as I drift off to sleep.

 After packing up the next morning, we go over to Gabriel and Lucia's tent to wish them well before we leave. As we get closer we hear the unmistakable sounds of sex. Not to be outdone and overcome by the sounds of passion coming from the tent, Jake takes me on a blanket right outside their tent. Moments later the tent opens and Gabriel smiles and they join us on the blanket.

Once more I look over the well built, sexy Latina and her man. Then I focus back on to the large muscled man on top of me. The whole scene is made that much more pure and primal being out in nature. After all of us are completely satisfied by our partners, we say our goodbyes and get in our vehicle. I am pretty pleased with myself after getting my first win and I'm happy that I've found something that has rekindled such intense passion in both Jake and I. As we make the several hours long drive home I can't help but to reflect on this weekend, but I'm equally as excited wondering where our next adventure will take us.

[grospiere]

Wow very great stories.  If you have more, relate us your match, they are very good

[FyreCracka]

Chapter 3: Local Flavor

Soon after our return from our little camping trip, I get an email from the catfight matchmaking service notifying me that I have been challenged by another member. This time it appears to be with a woman that is local to us. It's nice too see that my win over Lucia is now on my record, I guess she joined the service. I though she looked as hooked as I was after my first match.

 I look at the profile of my potential opponent. Her name is Amy and her profile says she is 5'4" and 150 lbs. and she is 4-1 with all for wins coming from SKO. I wonder to myself what in the hell is a SKO? After a brief look through the site's FAQ, I learn it's a Sexual Knockout.

Evidently, one way to win a match is to make your opponent orgasm. That's different, I think to myself. My focus shifts back to Amy's challenge. She has challenged me to a standard catfight, but with the option of discussion the rules on the night of the match. In the days leading up to the match we discuss the venue and finally settle for an after hours meet up at a local martial arts gym that Jake has a key to. 

The night of the match, I can't help but to be excited. This is the first time that I will be taking on some one who lives nearby. My mind runs through all of the consequences that this will bring up. I think that there's a strong possibility that we will see each around town.

How will it feel to run into Amy at the supermarket and see her face after knowing I beat her- or she beat me. The very real chance of encounters like this have raised the stakes of this match more than I could have imagined- and it's just what I want.

  We arrive at the gym and meet the other couple. Amy looks to be young around 22 or so. She is a chubby, round faced Asian girl. She is being accompanied by her boyfriend, Tyler, who is also Asian and about the same age. We discuss the finer points of our impending bout and settle on the standard rules while competing nude. Each couple retires to a different locker room to change and get ready for the fight.  Jake and I, dressed in robes, walk out to the center of the mat where the other couple is waiting. 

  Amy and I each remove our robes. We are both still in bras and panties at the moment. I'll be risking a lacy dark blue ensemble while Amy is wearing a sexy white combination. We maintain eye contact as we strip and size each other up.

Without her clothes I can see that Amy is blessed with large double D breasts and while she is chubby her round face made her look bigger than she actually is, with only a little bit of a belly bulge and love handles.  As I look over the rest of my opponent's body, the thing that stands out the most is her legs. They are thick and look very strong, while mine are strong I know that this will probably be where she has her advantage.

Amy has a confident look on her face after looking me over, no doubt due to seeing she is larger than me in every way. Next she smiles deviously, looking over at the men saying "I don't think it's fair that we are standing here naked to the world, while you two are just standing there comfortably...why don't you gives us some motivation?"

 Tyler, evidently familiar with this practice, disrobes immediately. Jake looks at me, shrugs, then joins us in our nudity. Amy stares at Jake's fairly large manhood. I don't know why, maybe that a much younger woman is eyeing my husband but for whatever reason, this makes me jealous. She asks me "Do you guys swing?"

 I stutter in my response "what?..wait..no..".

She pouts a bit "Pity..you're pretty cute for an old couple..".

Old?!? I think to myself, I'm only 37. Amy must be reading my face as a sly grin crosses her lips. She looks at me smugly and says "How about a little wager?...the winner gets to have her choice of the men for some fun".

I don't know if it's jealousy or my competitive nature, but before I can even discuss this with Jake, I blurt out "Sure!..you're on".

While Amy and I do our best to stare each other down, the men rub oil all over our bodies giving us both a shine that accentuates all of our bodily virtues. 
With all of this out of the way, it's time to get this fight underway.

The starting bell rings and we begin to circle each other. My mind runs through my game plan one last time. I'm very aware that all of Amy's wins have come by making her opponent orgasm, this makes her a very formidable opponent especially after we have decided to grapple naked and my husband has just finished rubbing massaging oil all over my body, so that is what I will primarily have to defend against.

 I look to be in better shape and from our movement thus far I can tell I'm a better natural athlete. I'm hoping from my training with Jake that this girl won't be as experienced on the mat as me. After some tentative grasps and landing a few ineffective slaps to the body, we both throw caution to the wind and rush each other.

The oil creates a different dynamic than I'm used to. Getting a good grip on my slippery opponent is nearly impossible, forcing me to go right for her jet black hair in order to find something to yank on. My suspicions of her lack of wrestling ability are confirmed as I take her down easily. Once we are on the ground I proceed to bend and stretch her cute body into  several painful contortions.

 Again, the oil makes it too hard for me to hold on long enough to make the younger woman submit, but I am hurting her and wearing her out. Within a couple of minutes it's apparent that I'm far superior to her in this arena. I repeatedly keep slamming Amy onto her back and mounting her, slapping her large tits insultingly, making sure that she has to look me in the eyes and know that I'm am so much better than her and she has no chance to end up with my husband tonight.

After having my fun, I stand up to admire my handiwork. "Not so cocky now....are ya, slut?....to think you believed you could beat me.... take my husband" I taunt, with a confidence gained from my dominant performance.

I begin to circle my downed rival, eyeing my prey as she writhes panting on the mat, I move in to finish her. Amy looks to be done, unable to even respond to my taunts.

Wanting to prove I can beat her at her own game, I pin her on her back and straddle her shaven pussy with mine. I begin to grind on her like I saw in some videos when I researched this type of knockout. She arches her back and begins moaning softly. I become increasingly excited as I feel victory almost in my grasp. "You like that, don't you, little girl?" I growl as I continue my erotic assault of my younger opponent.

"Fuck.... you .... old... skank... I'm ... not ... done ...yet" she whispers through her ragged breathing and moans. I see a look of determination wash over the pretty young Asian girl's face and she starts grinding back. We both continue to grind rhythmically away at each other and I begin to feel my advantage slipping away as I feel waves of pleasure overtaking me.

Amy grabs my hips firmly as she hears me start moaning. She has been here before and I'm starting to realize how why she has four sexual knockouts. I sense that she can feel the tide turning. Barely holding on, I can't stop Amy as she effortlessly rolls me onto my back, continuing to grind away on me while pinning me to the mat. I grab the mat and moan loudly, as she drives me closer to ecstasy.

Knowing that she is close to sending me over the edge, she mounts me and begins to assert her dominance. Leaning over me and grabbing my face and turning my face towards Jake, while tauntingly slapping my cheek and whispering in my ear "After I finish your weak old pussy, I am fucking your man and all you'll be able to do is watch".

I stare at Jake and all I can do is mouth the words "I'm sorry", knowing that she could finish my trembling body at any time. My mind is so clouded, half almost begging her to give me the orgasm that she has been teasing me with for several minutes now and the other half focusing on my husband and keeping her from denying him to me. Focusing on the latter, I regain some composure and begin grinding back.

Amy had been enjoying the excitement of dominating me so much that it doesn't take much before she is now the one on the brink. As she rolls onto her back, I slide on top of her belly. Not wanting to make the same mistake as her and knowing I'm so close to climax as well, I decide to finish her with my fingers. She is already so turned on that I don't even have to work to get three fingers inside her.

Before long I feel her body begin to quiver, her soft moans increasing into breathy screams. She is completely at my mercy as I fondle her large breasts and toy with her soaking pussy. After another minute or so, she looks at me with a submissiveness in her pretty young face and begs me "Please Kelli, give me this.....I.....I...need it, please, Kelli".

"Beg me.... Amy..... beg me, for it?" I command. I look at Jake and smile, knowing I'll be spending the rest of the evening with him.

"Please..... Kelli..... I beg you...... let me cum ....please ..... make this slut .... cum" she moans submissively. I nearly climax, myself, from the euphoric feeling of conquering another woman like this.

Mercifully, I give her what she wants, working my fingers deftly and Amy trembles and let's out a sexy moan as she climaxes beneath me. I continue to finger her until her orgasm ends and I feel her body nearly collapse after cumming.

I rise to stand over my defeated rival, my legs still shaky from her taking me so close to my own orgasm. I am able to place my foot squarely on her ample chest to let the cameras recording the event see me in the victory pose.

Next, I look over at Tyler, who I see wasn't able to handle the match and has spread his seed all over his stomach. I command him to throw her lingerie to me. I pose a bit more with my newly won trophies before I look at my husband.

 Cementing my victory, I take my husband in front of the vanquished couple. It doesn't take Jake long to finish what Amy  started. Completely relaxed and satisfied after both my victory and my "prize", Jake and I retire to the locker room to get dressed.

When we return, we see the young couple doing their duty, cleaning the mat where the action took place. We make the quick trip back home and continue our celebration in our own bedroom. 

From time to time I will see Amy out and about in town. We are always very nice and cordial toward each after sharing what we did. However, I do notice that I feel superior to her whenever we meet and she seems to feel the same way acting very submissive in my presence, to the point of blushing and looking down.

 One of these days I suspect she may want a rematch, and as close as she she had me, she may very well get her revenge but for now I am enjoying the respect that she gives her conqueror.

A few days after uploading the video, I receive notification that I am now a full member of the site and I get a silver pin shaped like a cat bearing its claws. The instructions say that if I wear it and run into another woman with the pin, we should make every effort to fight.

I proudly begin to wear it every day, while I continue to wait for messages and requests from the service, but for now, I am content to stare at the 'trophy case' my husband built for me. Lucia's bikini bottoms and Amy's bra and panties hung up reminding me of my victories. I do notice that there is a lot of room left in this case. Back to the computer I need to find my next adventure and collect more trophies.

[mag]

Wonderful writing and great story development. 
We are enjoying the journey of your advancement into the catfight club, and the way your stories come to life. 

Keep up the great work.

[FyreCracka]

Wonderful writing and great story development. 
We are enjoying the journey of your advancement into the catfight club, and the way your stories come to life. 

Keep up the great work.

Thanks. We are having a blast reworking these stories now that I know more what I like to write about. Most of the stories will be very similar to the original but more catfight oriented in their style. Plus now that I'm not trying to write stories for other members as much (we will still include FCF members, maybe even take on some volunteers in a few cases and we love to hear your ideas, though) I can focus more on the storylines that I'd like to do. I hope you guys like it.

[FyreCracka]

Chapter 4: Suburban Savagery

   Since my win over Amy, I'm feeling confident with my little 2 fight win streak. So I finally start perusing the 'Catfight' app looking to issue my first challenge to another woman and wearing my new shiny catpin. Before I can settle on an opponent, I receive a challenge.

The profile of the woman issuing the challenge has the username 'Hellcat Housewife'. I'm just a little jealous that I didn't come up with that. Her profile shows that she is another local lady. That's good. She is listed as 5'7", 135 lbs, 44 years old with a record of 8 wins and 3 losses. Even better, sounds like a perfect match. The type of match requested is listed as 'Catfight'...aren't they all, I think to myself.

I send the reply accepting the challenge and almost instantly I receive a notification to meet in 10 minutes and discuss the rules at a park about a block away. That's a bit bold, I thought to myself, but I've already dropped the little one off, so why not?

I get to the neighborhood park and see that there are a few other people there which is comforting. Because meeting some internet stranger at a desolate park sounds like a good way to end up as the subject of an unsolved mystery on Dateline or The First 48. I walk to the agreed upon spot and see someone I know....great just what I need, one of the ladies from the neighborhood seeing me meeting with my next opponent.

"Hi Kelli, or should I say....Fyre?" says a woman I know as Patricia.

 "Um....I ....uh...well...." I stutter and stammer trying to find the words that are escaping me in my moment of surprise.

"I knew it was you....you shouldn't have left your wedding ring on in your profile body pic....I'd recognize that little diamond anywhere" Patricia says smugly.

Calming my nerves, I respond "Well, Trish, it's nice to know that I'm not the only one into this, I-".

She cuts me off "My friends call me Trish....you're not my friend".

"Tri- I mean Patricia, what's with the attitude, I know we've never been close. But I always thought we got along." I asked.

"Look, I've never liked you...and just because my husband is your husband's boss, it doesn't mean that we are friends or even on the same level...in fact I'd say that means you're down a few rungs from me" she says, almost spitting the words out in disgust.

I try reasoning with her, "I always thought we were at least cordial, we always found time time to talk at yoga or spin class, didn't we?"

"How would you know?...you haven't been exactly religious about hitting the gym lately- and your fat ass is reflective of that" she says tauntingly.

I've about had enough of her attitude and snap back, "What's wrong with you, Trish? Our husbands our friends, we used to workout together. What happened."

"Look bitch, I already told you once that you can't call me Trish....and secondly, ever since you and your husband have been trying to get into the country club, my husband sure seems to talk about you a lot....but the other night I heard him saying your name in his sleep. I went on the app, because I wanted to take it out on some poor unsuspecting slut....imagine my surprise, when I saw that tiny diamond ring. Looks like I get to take down the actual bitch herself" she says with an evident rage building.

I think to myself about how stupid this whole thing seems, but she has gotten my ire up and now I want to put this crazy ginger bitch in her place. "I'm sorry you're not satisfying your husband, but understand this-neither am I and Jake has told me, from their after workout showers, that I wouldn't be missing much...if you want a fight, you've got it...where and when".

The blushing of her cheeks is amplified by Trish's pale skin, letting me know I struck a nerve with that insult. She steps towards me and I to her. Until our chests bump and we are nose to nose. My heart is pounding out of my chest and I can feel her breath on my skin. For a second, I think we might start fighting right here but after a few tense seconds of staring each other down, we calm a bit.

Like a angry dog she almost barks her reply, "Ok, follow me to my house, we'll do this in my backyard, right now - in case you get lost on the way, I'm sure you remember the house. It's the big one on the 15th hole of the golf course, it's Monday the course is closed and we'll have plenty of privacy. Oh, and Kelli, the only rules will be no biting or eye gouging...and it ends only when the winner accepts the loser's surrender."

Without pausing to consider anything, I snap back "You're on! Bring it you psycho bitch".  I'd be lying if I said I wasn't as excited about this as I was worried. Normally, I wouldn't even dream of having a match without discussing it with Jake. Interestingly enough, he was out working with her husband, Randall.

During the drive to her house, it dawns on me that I have just agreed to have my first real fight- with the wife of my husband's boss no less. Sure, I've had couple of 'fights' but they were more wrestling matches and there has always been other people there in case things got out of hand.

We quickly arrive at Patricia's large house on the golf course. She pulls into the garage and I park out front. I sit in my car, contemplating if I should really do this or not. I see the front door open and Trish stands there staring at me like she somehow knows I'm having doubts. "Your feet getting cold? Figures, you weak ass twat." She shouts, her voice filled with contempt.

That seals it, this woman needs a lesson in manners. I grab my gym bag, something I've made sure to carry all of the time since I started wearing the catpin and head inside. She points to a guest bathroom, "you can change in there- try to look presentable, there will be cameras filming me kick your fat ass" she says icily. 

I storm into the bathroom to change. Fat ass?!?, I think to myself, so I haven't been hitting the gym as much as her. I still have a flat stomach and Jake says he loves when my ass has the right amount of 'jiggle'.

After I change into my workout clothes, navy blue boyshorts and a teal sports bra, I make my way to the backyard. Patricia is already waiting on me.  She is dressed similarly in a black sports bra and black shorts. Both of us are barefooted and have removed all jewelry. We stand facing each other, each of us evaluating the woman in front of us. Even though I have seen her dressed like this in the gym many times, I have never felt the need to really compare our bodies until today.

Now, stripped of high heels, form enhancing and hiding clothes, we get a chance to really compare with each other. At 5'7", she is a little over an inch taller than me. We weigh the same at 135 pounds but she is leaner. Her pale body is more defined while mine is a bit softer, tan and "feminine".

Her curly, red hair makes her icy blue eyes stand out and ends just above her well defined shoulders. Whereas I think my blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail that hangs to the middle of my shoulder blades gives me a more traditional "all American" look, even though I have brown eyes. I think the two biggest differences physically however, are that my legs are clearly bigger and more muscular and her 'enhanced' breasts- probably large Cs or small Ds compared my very average B cups.

"Alright Kelli...Fyre..or whatever you want to be called. Why don't we up the stakes a bit with a bet?" Patricia says confidently.

"Like I need any more motivation to kick your arrogant ass" I reply back "but sure, lets hear it".

"If by some sort of miracle your soft ass wins, not only will I make sure you're accepted into the country club, I'll even pay your dues....but when you inevitably beg me for mercy and I've had my fun and accept your submission, I get your husband. As many times as I want for the next year...and you have to watch and serve me when I ask during the act. I want you to know how it feels to have your man obsessed with another woman- as he undoubtedly will after I fuck his brains out" She proposes. "Your love versus my money...or are you too much of a coward?"

I don't know what comes over me, most likely my anger at the nerve of that woman thinking I want her husband, but the thought of hanging out at the county club with Patricia in front of all of her friends and seeing her usually haughty attitude have to change when she knows that she's around a woman who made her beg for mercy is too much for me to pass up. "Deal!" I say emphatically.

And with that, it's like an imaginary bell rings signaling the start of the fight. We circle each other silently, the gravity of what is about to transpire evident in both of our eyes. I inch closer and closer trying to get to where I can grab her and make this a wrestling match like I'm comfortable with. Trisha is the first to swing. The punch lands squarely on the left side of my jaw. Its almost like a flash of light when it lands and it staggers me. I never thought about it before but it is the first time in my life that I've ever been punched. As the coppery tasting blood oozes into my mouth, I find it reassuring that it makes me more mad that it scares me.

Patricia looks to very proud of landing that punch and is obviously amused by the shocked look on my face. In a rage, I let out a shriek and charge her. I take another glancing punch on the way in but my shoulder eventually buries in her stomach and I drive her to the ground. We land in the short grass and begin to roll around the grass in a blur of hairpulling,  body punches, and profanities. Words that should be beneath women of our standing and conservative community flow from our lips like we are sailors.

As the pace of the rolling brawl begins to slow, I'm pretty sure I'm getting the better of the exchange. Patricia's punches seem like they are losing steam and mine continue to crash against her ribs and stomach with devastating effect. I decide to make my move to take control. I grab her wrists and slam her hands to the ground pinning them and mounting her chest. "Had enough, bitch?" I shrieked at my pinned foe.

"Fuck you, slut. I'm just getting started" she snaps back, still struggling beneath me.

"Fine, have it your way" I say, as I begin to slide into a grapevine pin and use my strong legs to punish this red headed whore. Before I get a chance to lock in the hold, I feel Trish's knee violently strike my pussy. I howl in pain and let go of her wrists. Instinctively, both of my hands try in vain to soothe my womanhood and I am rolling on the lawn whimpering.

I'm not sure how long I try to comfort myself but it was long enough for Patricia to get back to her feet and compose herself. Out of the corner of my eye, I see here advancing but don't have time to react before she punts my ribs with a soccer kick.

I land flat on my back, gasping for air. I see Trish saunter over to me and looking down at me as I writhe in pain. Looking up, I see that Patricia's body has red whelps all over from the punches I was landing as we rolled around. I find little consolation in this as I lay at her feet, moments away from her finishing me.

My eyes are closed as I await the inevitable. I feel my head yanked up by my now unkempt blonde hair. I grab her hands instinctively as I am dragged to my feet. "Look at me!!!...." she slaps my mouth, "open your eyes and fucking look at me!" Patricia authoritatively commands.

I open my eyes and look defiantly at the older woman. She chuckles for a moment before speaking, "aww, the little bitch thinks she still has some Fight in her...". She slaps me across the face again before continuing, "You're going to learn your place here, before I'm done with you". With that, there's is a sickening thud, as her knee buries itself deep into my belly, dropping me to my knees. Her grip on my hair is the only thing holding me up.

I look up at her and weakly mumble "no...no...no more.." as my eyes begin to well with tears. "What did you say?...sorry I can't hear you...that fat lip must be making it hard to talk, well at least it matches your fat ass" she snarls. Before I can answer and repeat my plea, she tauntingly slaps my face and slings me to the ground by my hair.

I land face down in the grass. I can hear Patricia breathing as she stalks me. I feebly paw the earth in front of me in an attempt to crawl away. "Where are you going, blondie?" My heart sinks as I feel her well manicured nails grab the top of my shorts. She starts yanking and ripping my shorts off.  Stopping to laugh when she gets them off of me and sees the tan lines on my now bare ass. "You're almost as pale as me" she cackles. "This is going to look great on camera".

Wanting to make my humiliation complete, she begins to yank at my top. As my top comes off I am, once again, pulled to my knees. Now kneeling completely naked in front of my foe, I feel beaten and demoralized...but I can't suppress the rage I am feeling towards Patricia. She grabs me by jaw and pulls my gaze towards hers as she draws back her right fist.

"Alright you little twat, have you remembered your place?....have you learned your lesson? Or ....do I ...... need .... to ....continue?" She says, every syllable drenched in arrogance. I want this to end almost worse than anything in the world...almost. Knowing that this might the biggest mistake I've ever made, I open my mouth to speak. Patricia's eyes smile as she expects to hear me beg for mercy. "Kiss. My. Fat. Ass. Bitch" I spit out. Before she has a chance to react, I summon all of my strength and rage and unleash the fiercest uppercut I can throw striking Patricia flush in the crotch. She wails in pain, but I keep clawing and twisting her womanly virtue trough the thin material of the boy shorts.

Patricia doubles over in pain, laying on top my shoulders. Eventually, she sinks to her knees as well and we tumble to the ground again. Both of us roll away and slowly make our way back to our feet. "That's .....gonna ....cost ....you ....bitch!" she screams at me, still massaging her private parts. Too tired and hurting to think of any retort, I simply raise my fists into a boxer's stance and motion her to come at me.

Like the two exhausted amazon warriors that we are, we slowly lumber towards each other knowing this fight is nearing its conclusion. We both trade several sloppy punches. None  of our punches land solidly but they are doing damage nonetheless, eliciting pained grunts and moans when they hit. Then it happens, Patricia throws a wild haymaker and misses leaving her  open. I sling an equally wild haymaker but it lands flush on her chin. She crumples into a stunned heap on the lawn.

From the punch's momentum, I almost end up on top of her, but I know that she is only stunned and if I want to win this I will need to keep fighting. I can see in her eyes that Patricia is clearly disoriented as I climb on top her. Exhausted, it's almost all I can do to drape myself over her face, using every bit of my smaller breasts to smother her. She flails weakly once her air is cut off, but she soon slows and then stops. Her arms and legs laying motionless underneath me. I roll of her and see that she is still breathing.

I begin to regain strength as I see Patricia laying helplessly next to me. Looking at battered condition of my body, I realize again that I am naked. I start to get pissed when I remember how I've been humiliated today and now it's time to repay the favor. I begin to pull her shorts and panties off, only stopping briefly when Patricia begins to regain consciousness. I quickly jump back on her belly, hearing her whimper as the air is forced out of her is pretty satisfying after the beginning of this fight. I land several punches to her ribs and slam her head into the grass a few times until she becomes docile again.

Now I get back to work removing her top. After liberating her large bolted on tits, I begin to slap and twist her nipples to wake my nemesis. Patricia moans and whimpers as she comes to. The look of surprise turning to terror as she realizes I'm sitting atop of her is priceless.

 "Rise and shine, cupcake" I say mockingly.

 "Fucking bitch...get off of me...." she slurs groggily. My smile disappears as I begin to slam Patricia's skull in to the ground until tears are streaming from her eyes and she is only able to make a barely audible moan.

"Wrong answer, you ginger slut...give up now and it ends- or not, and I make you pay...oh and by the way, I'm sure the camera will love the view" I say as I playfully pat her exposed pussy.

As Patricia's eyes regain focus, I grab her by the jaw and force her eyes to meet mine. "I'm not going to ask nicely again.." I say commandingly. I can see my opponent is groggy and weighing her options, it is one of the most satisfying moments of my life when I see the defeat settle into her blue eyes, now red from crying.

Before she opens her mouth, I know this fight is over. My foe takes a deep breath and her voice is devoid of any defiance, sounding almost submissive as she says "Kelli...I give up, you win....can we please end this...I surrender".

Looking at Patricia's normally smug face staring up at me, her eyes almost begging me not to hurt her again moves me enough to accept her surrender. "Fine...its over...the only thing I want now is a copy of the tape of this fight" I say through my heavy breathing as my adrenaline dumps as my body realizes this brutal test is over.

I crawl over to where Patricia's boy shorts are. I rip a dark green thong out the workout shorts and toss the fitness gear dismissively to the ground. I make it to my feet and wander over to my rival. She is still laying in the grass trying to catch her breath. I plant my foot firmly on Trisha's bare pussy holding her thong in my clenched fist as I strike the victory pose.

I limp back to the bathroom to change clothes. I look over my body, beyond just the smears of mud and dirt, it is covered in red whelps. It's a laborious task just to get dressed. I finally get the courage up to look in the mirror. My lip is indeed swollen, but it is nice to see that it didn't bleed other than in my mouth.

My hair is wrecked, it is matted from sweat and dirt with bits of grass all over- not to mention, my scalp is sore. No doubt from the brutal hairpulling I've just endured. I'm fairly positive that there is almost as many strands of my hair in the grass as there is pieces of grass in my hair.

I return to the backyard to pick up the video of the fight. Patricia is still nude, looking like she has barely been able to make it the 15 yards to the cameras that were deciding our epic struggle.

She doesn't look me in the eyes as she hands me the memory stick. The mud, dirt, and whelps look even more pronounced on her pale skin. I take my copy of the recording without a word and start to leave. I look back at one point and Patricia is still sitting slumped in a lawn chair, looking completely defeated. She never looks up or says a word to me as I leave.

A few weeks later I get a letter in the mail saying Jake and I have been accepted as members- and all dues paid. We run into Randall and Patricia even more now that we are members of the club. The men both know that we fight other women, they are usually present. So we didn't get a bunch of questions about the marks on our bodies.

I have shown Jake the video, it's probably his favorite of my matches to watch. He says he was really proud of my heart. He also says that Randall is clueless that Patricia and I have fought, he thinks she was just being nice when she decided to sponsor us for the club.

It's one of my bigger joys to walk into the gym, or club when Trisha is being her typical, tough talking, bragging self and she sees me and becomes downright meek in my presence. She was right about somebody learning their place, but I bet she never dreamed it would be her.

Now that my body has healed, I've started browsing the catfight app again. I know one day soon I'll find my next adventure.

[sinclairfan]

Technically, Trisha won the fight.  She extracted the first submission.

[FyreCracka]

Technically, Trisha won the fight.  She extracted the first submission.

Not really, the rules were that the winner had to accept the loser's submission. 

I cover my bases. 

[FyreCracka]

Chapter 5: Trial on the Trail

I had to take some time off to heal after my fight with Patricia but before long I am back on the hunt with my catpin displayed for any woman who foolishly thinks she could take me down.

I am getting pretty confident by this point after winning my last three fights and it's improving many facets of my life from work to my sexlife. I have also become a lot more dedicated at the gym. I guess not wanting to get my ass kicked because I'm out of shape is great motivation.

It was raining earlier today so I am working from home and with my renewed dedication to exercise I decide to go for a run since the rain has stopped. One of the perks of my neighborhood is an abundance of trails and wooded areas. It makes working out more tolerable for a country girl in the suburbs.

As I'm going out of the door, I reach for a light jacket and see the catpin affixed to it. "Whythe hell not?" I shrug as I put the jacket on. There's no telling who I may run into out there.

I get to the part of the trail where the creek is and decide to walk, listening to the water and nature. I haven't seen a soul the entire time until I see a woman walking from the opposite direction. We get to within twenty feet and we both freeze. My heart races when I see her catpin shining in the afternoon sun.

Instantly her and I begin to cautiously approach one another, lowering our hips like we are about to fight already, hands up and ready. She is a little shorter than me, maybe 5'4" and a bit heavier, I'm guessing 150 pounds. "Over the creek, there's a clearing...there?" The Latina says in hushed tones as she motions towards the woods.

"Sure....let's go" I reply, trying to stay cool and calm, though underneath I'm a combination of anxious and excited. We make our way through brush and over the creek.

Sure enough, there is a clearing. Quickly I pull off my jacket, shirt and shoes, as she does as well. Leaving me in a pair of black yoga pants and a teal sports bra. My unnamed opponent is in a white sports bra and yellow yoga pants.

I have been slimming down slightly since I've been fighting so my 5' 5 1/2" frame carries around 135 pounds, maybe a little less. My skin looks fairly pale compared to her deep bronze skin even though I tan regularly.

Silently, We each set up our phones to film the fight before making our way to the middle of the clearing. "Ready to get your ass kicked, blondie?" the shorter woman growls from a pretty face that looks to be around 37 years old- the same age as me.

"You can try, skank....but we both know I'll be walking out of here victorious." I snarl back. We crouch slightly and begin to circle.

"Whatever, bitch...name's Annette..not that you'll remember much after I beat your weak ass." the brunette woman snaps. I can see her jealousy building as she eyes my flat stomach now that I can see her pooch and muffin top.

"You are pretty forgettable, Annette...but you'll remember me, my name is Kelli...hell, you'll never forget this beating." I bark back. Now I'm the one getting jealous as I stare at her much larger breasts- at least double D's compared to my B cups.

I'm amazed at how fast I got my mind ready to fight a stranger just by focusing on things that I don't like about her or are jealous of. I wonder if this some sort of natural instinct that causes animals to fight. I don't linger too much on the mental aspect of it, because Annette charges me.

I side step her and send a stiff right into her ribs as she passes and the fight is on. I continue to use my speed and quickness advantage to punish the heavier woman. I batter her ribs and flanks. While Annette does land a few good shots, I am stinging her more often and it's clear that I am getting the better of her.

We keep brawling, stomping and splashing in the mud and grass as we punch and slap each other. I can see that I am wearing the bigger woman out and she is breathing heavily. Sensing my moment to finish the Latina, I latch onto her hair. I violently yank her long brown hair as bury my knuckles into her soft belly.

She drops to a knee, holding my waist as she tries to keep from falling to the ground. "Done yet, bitch?" I ask over and over again as I begin to pummel her back.

"Fuck....you.... cxnt!" Annette rages while she tries to muscle me to the ground. She finally succeeds with a strong twist and we fall with a splash into the muck.

We curse and claw one another as we begin to catball in the mud. We roll back and forth all over the ground, our bodies becoming an unidentifiable entanglement as we are completely covered in the brown mud and grass bits.

Even though I am still the more active of us and dishing out more pain, Annette is choosing her shots and I am hurting pretty badly. After what feels like an eternity, our pace slows and we are engaged in a slow muddy wrestling match.

I keep control most of the time, sitting on her belly, trying to hurt the Latina. I have managed to pull her sports bra up and expose her massive chest. I now focus on her tits as I try to punish her to submission.

Annette mostly keeps her attention to my hair. Ripping and yanking my golden locks roughly. When she is able to get on top, she begins to try to press my face in to the mud. "I'll.... drown..... you ......stupid..... blonde..... whore" she growls into my ears.

I buck her off and manage to kick her until we roll apart. We each scramble away from one another. We are both on a knee staring across the clearing, which has turned into a mud hole. Neither of us saying a word, just glaring as we both try to fill our lungs with air.

Though the fight has reached a fever pitch, both of us have managed to keep our voices hushed and our moans and groans of pain stifled as not to draw any unwanted attention to our fight.

I am the first to struggle to my feet. Annette tries to rise but she is unable to rise by the time I reach her. I lock my fingers into her hair again. Then I send a knee into her chest, though I slip and it doesn't land with much force. Annette's exposed chest is still heaving and she isn't offering much resistance.

Deciding she is too weak to fight back, I use her hair to pull the Latina to her feet. Her arms hanging limply at her sides. I wrench Annette's face to meet my eyes. I draw back my fist "last time, bitch....do ... you .... give... ?" I ask sternly.

The thicker woman, in a desperate move, wraps her arms around me, just below my armpits. Before I can react, I find myself in a tight bearhug. I let out a groan as Annette squeezes tightly. I still have her hair in my hand but no leverage to do anything other than yank it- especially, once the Latina picks me up onto my toes.

I can't believe how strong this woman is as she crushes the air from my lungs. Her massive tits crushing my smaller ones as she pulls me in closer. I can feel my face turning red as I struggle to maintain my focus on outlasting the hold.

Now it's my arms dangling limply at my sides. With every breath I take, Annette tightens her grip like a sadistic python. "Say....it ..... say..... it...... slut" she snarls.

"No... no.... no....." I say weakly but defiantly as I begin to hang limply as the lack of oxygen takes its toll.

Finally Annette can hold her grip no longer. I fall the the mud as I slip from her grasp. I lay on my belly fighting for every breath. Out of the corner of my eye I see the mud covered Latina looming over me, her hands on her knees also trying to recover after straining so hard from the bearhug.

This time Annette is the first to make a move. She drops a knee into my lower back. I plant my hands and arch my back, trying to alleviate the pain. Only to have my chin grabbed by the brunette. I am stretched like a bow and arrow. I can hear the splashing from my legs as they flail in the mud in pain and futility.

"I give....I give....stop..." I cry out before she can even ask for my submission. I had reached my breaking point. I just couldn't take any more pain.

"What's... my.... name.... cxnt?" She asks nastily.

"Annette.... " I squeak.

"Who ... beat.... your ....weak... ass, bitch?" She demands.

"Annette.... beat ... my ... ass" I answer meekly.

"Who's ... the ...better ... woman?" She asks venom dripping with each word.

"You are....Annette... you... are ... the ... better.... woman" I say as the tears stream from the corners of my eyes.

Annette finally lets go of my chin and my face collapses into the mud. She falls to the side and lays on her back breathing heavily as I lay sobbing next her.

For several minutes we simply lay there quietly. The only sounds now are the faint sounds of traffic from a street a few hundred yards away, the birds that watched my defeat and our breathing.

The dominate woman doesn't say a word before I feel her grab the waistband of my yoga pants. "Oh.... God.... " I whisper barely audibly. She is going to take her trophy. Not wanting to make it worse, I wiggle my hips trying to assist her best I can as she strips me from the waist down.

She pulls my now completely soaked panties from my pants. Taking my underwear and tossing the leggings to the earth. Next she motions to my bra. "That too, slut....you were tough but that's mine now as well..."

I pull off my muddy sports bra and hand it to my conqueror. She plants her muddy foot authoritatively onto my chest and pushes me back on to the mud. Posing with my underwear in one hand and my bra in the other over my naked body, my tits and pussy the only parts of either of us not covered with mud, as our phones record the final evidence of her victory.

I lay there silently, making sure to give Annette plenty of time to leave before I grab my pants and jacket. I cover up and go to the creek to try and get somewhat clean before I attempt the almost one mile walk back to my house.

Thankfully, I don't see any of my neighbors as I limp back. Every painful step reminding me of my defeat. I make it home and crawl into the shower. I sit quietly as the warm water washes and soothes my body, pondering what just took place. Even though I lost, I still felt so alive and don't have any regrets or thoughts of stopping.

Oddly enough, by the time my husband gets home, I can't wait to show him the video of the fight and I even enjoy watching it with him. Though, by then, the soreness has settled in and I realize I'll need to take a little time off before I try to find my next adventure.

[griffin]

That was great. You had her most of the way and then get caught in the stronger woman's bearhug. Nice story.

[FyreCracka]

Chapter 6: Lesson in the Locker Room

 It's been long enough since my loss to Annette that I'm no longer sore, at least, anywhere other than my ego. I haven't put my 'Cat' pin on since that day, though I've really wanted to. I know I have a rematch with her sometime in the future, so I've been hitting the gym even more to preparing for it. I've just finished with a tough spin class, when I run into Patricia.

She's unusually friendly when she comes up to me. We chitchat for a few minutes and catch up. It's the first time that we've really spoken since our fight. It's nice to see that there isn't even the slightest hint of the arrogance that was always present when we talked before. It's more like camaraderie. Like we are members of a club that most people aren't- which is exactly true.

The conversation begins to drag and I can tell she wants to ask me something. Great, I think to myself, she must want a rematch. Finally, she starts getting to the point.

"Kelli, I was reflecting on our fight. I realize that you chose to just beat me, when you could have really hurt me- I mean I was unconscious for a bit. As weird as this is, I have a favor to ask" Patricia says.

"Sure, Trish, what is it?" I reply, intentionally referring to her as 'Trish', knowing how she previously wouldn't let me use that name.

Her eyes are darting to and fro, looking for the right words in her mind, she starts. " You remember my daughter, Gina, don't you?...After our fight I was thinking that she needs to have a real fight. I learned a lot about myself after ours, that's for sure. Most of my matches before you were just that- matches. What we had was a fight...it was different level".

She smiles to herself, before continuing "She is a member of the 'site' and has had some matches but no real fights. It's easy to see that she's good, undefeated in three matches- just got her catpin but I want her have a real fight. So far all of her matches have been submission wrestling no punching or anything. And with the way she's going and her ambition, she's about to get into some real competition."

Trying to figure out what Trish is getting at, I ask "Do you want me to train her, or something? Because I'm no expert". I think back to my recent loss to Annette.

"Oh no, I want you to fight her" she says. "I mean- as a mother, I want her to learn what it is like to be in a real fight, but at the same time I want to keep her safe. As I said before, you could have really hurt me, but didn't. So, in a way, I trust you. I know you'll fight as hard as you can, but won't take it too far."

Part of me thinks this is an ambush, but then there's that competitive part of me- and my wanting reputation that I accept all challenges and don't back down. "Ok, I'll do it, but I get to bring Jake" I reply. That caveat should stop any devious plans she might have.

Surprisingly she agrees, but she explains that she wants herself and Jake to be out of sight. They'll be watching it live, but she wants her daughter to experience having to battle with no one else around, no help, no excuses, just two women battling it out. Just like her and I did. She tells me that she will tell Gina about the fight between her and I. Then give her my name on the 'site and I should be expecting a challenge soon.

Within a day, I see a challenge request from Gina. I accept the 'catfight' challenge. Then I checkout her profile. From her pictures I can tell she, much like her mother, is very proud of her body. The 20 year old is a little shorter than her mother at 5'6" but they are the same weight at 135 pounds. Although, Gina is definitely not as toned. The biggest differences between them are that Gina's C cup breasts are natural and that she has her father's dark complexion. From the times I've met her I remember her being a very pretty, very tanned, brunette with deep dark eyes. I also remember she was quite the athlete in high school.

Our match is scheduled for the late afternoon on the following day. She sends me the address and says that we will discuss the rules, if any, once we're in front of each other. That night I look at the site.

Our fight is listed as one of the events for the next day. It's generating a decent buzz, with quite a few bets being placed. This will be my first live streamed fight. Im glad to see the good amount of action because I get a cut of that, though I'm surprised and a bit concerned when I see that Gina is being picked to win by over 60% of the members. I guess she has been showing a lot of promise. I don't mind being the underdog...I kind of like the idea of it.

As we drive up, I realize why the address looked familiar. It is the women's field house at the local high school. As it's a holiday, the place is completely empty. I guess Gina still knows the right people to get a key. There's a note on the door for me to go to the home locker room. The whole place has the unmistakable odor of a high school gym. Even though it's been almost twenty years since I was last in a place like this, that smell still takes me back.

I reach the 'home' locker room, it is bigger than the one we had at my much smaller rural school, but with the green metal lockers lining the wall, it's still small enough to feel like a cage. I see Gina finishing setting up the cameras. She is already dressed, at least I think she's dressed.

It's a pretty skimpy outfit for a fight. She's wearing a very revealing hot pink pair of workout shorts complete with her ass hanging out of the bottom of them and a matching bikini style sports bra. I will admit to being envious of her smooth, deeply tanned skin and her outfit does compliment it perfectly. Oh, to be that young again, I think to myself.

I step around the corner and change into my attire, a much more conservative, yet what I considered sexy until I saw hers, matching set of green and black sports bra and workout shorts. Before I pull my blonde hair into a ponytail, I check my phone and see that Jake is in the parking lot and is streaming the camera feed. I walk back into the locker room, ready to meet my young opponent.

Gina is standing in the middle of the room, ready to go. "Any rules?" She says looking right through me.

"Nothing other than we stop once loser gives up...the same rules that I had when I kicked your mom's ass" I respond, trying to match the venom in her glare.

"You got lucky against my mom, I saw the video. She had you...that's not gonna happen today....I can't wait to hear you beg for mercy....old cxnt" she snarls.

I laugh, "your mom was tough. You look softer, much softer...you're going to cry like the spoiled little girl that you are...lets do this."

With that, we start moving towards each other. The younger woman shoots in like a wrestler. I react quick enough that she doesn't take me down, but burying her shoulder into me, she does drive me in to a wall of lockers with a loud, clanging impact. I can tell her experience is in wrestling as she is still trying to get me to the ground and is unconcerned with leaving herself open to strikes.

I open up on her back with a series of elbows and punches to her ribs. She moans and yelps before she tries to push away from me. I grab the back of her sports bra and keep her from escaping as I continue to punch with my free hand.

 Not used to being hit, she is lost and I deliver blow after blow. Once I begin focusing the attack to her ribs, I can feel her flinch and her knees begin to buckle with each successive punch. The younger woman is in trouble and has no answer to my offense. Gina is panicking grabbing and clawing at anything she can, before she, like most catfighters, latches on to my hair.

I'm not prepared for her strength and she is able to almost yank me to the ground. Hearing me groan has helped refocus Gina, as now she is starting to land punches and slaps to my exposed ribs. I continue my barrage to her ribs and belly. Both of us are wailing on each other, but I know my punches are doing more damage.

Then out of nowhere, Gina yanks my hair back up. The back of my head slams into the lockers. The first impact dazes me and my grip on her bra loosens. Then she slams my head against the lockers twice more, each one harder than the last.

 The impact has me seeing stars. I moan in pain as I slide down the wall of lockers, my ass lands with a thud on the concrete floor. Sitting against the lockers, I try to shake the cobwebs and get my eyes to refocus, I become aware of Gina. Luckily for me, the brunette is in bad shape as well.

She must have only slammed my head into the lockers out of desperation, because she has been unable to follow up the attack. Instead she is lying on her back, trying to recover. We both sense that the other is starting to move. With a shriek, she lunges towards me. We engage in a mutual hair grab with me sitting against the wall and her on top of my thighs. I'm sure she is trying to climb on top and use her wrestling skills. Fighting her efforts, I continue to unleash as much punishment as possible to her belly and ribs.

 Gina rolls to her side begins grasping at my chest, clawing at my breasts and trying to pull me to the ground. Even though I'm pummeling her, she fights through and manages to get me on my back. For the first time, I fear she might be seizing the advantage as she is on top and has me pinned to the lockers. She slows the pace down, trying to recover from the beating I've been administering.

"You're ... in .... MY ... world now.... bitch!" She shrieks through her heavy breathing. "Get...  ready ....to .... cry". I'm able to briefly hold her off and we get into a bit of a rolling catball on the ground. As advertised the younger woman is a skilled wrestler.

She soon is completely on top of me, physically bullying me all over the grey painted concrete floor. Shoving and slamming me to the cold concrete with increasing regularity. Gina seems to be reveling her newfound superiority, mockingly slapping my face and ass whenever she gets an opportunity. Finally she plants me on my back, sitting atop my abdomen and pinning my hands above my head. I can see the confidence building in her eyes.

The brunette beauty seems pleased with herself as she stares down at me. "How ... the .... fuck... did ... you ...beat .... my mom? .... You're ...a weak.... old .... slut.... are ... you .... ready to .... give up .... yet?"

She lays her larger chest on top of mine and crushing my smaller ones with a few bounces, no doubt to reaffirm her dominant status. Even though I'm laying beneath her, I glare back, saying "I'm...  ... about ... to .... show .... you ...  how ..... I ... beat ... your .... mom... and ... had .... her .... begging....  me ... to stop! .... You will ... beg me ... to stop ... before this ... is over!"

I see her eyes change at that comment, no longer confident but filled with rage. She lets go of my wrists and her hands clamp around my throat. With my hands free, I instinctively grab for her throat as well. But she has the advantage from being on top and having longer arms. The best I can manage is to flail at her shoulders and triceps. "What's... that ... noise .... you're ... making ... bitch? Sounds  ...like ... you're ...choking ... poor thing....awww ....look at that your eyes are bulging....say nighty, night, you flat chested old bitch!" She hisses laughingly at me as she digs her claws deeper into my neck's flesh.

It's all I can do to contain my panic. I don't know if it's from the realization of my impending unconsciousness, but I have a moment of calm clarity. I remember how much damage I've delivered to Gina's belly and ribs. With everything I have left, I unload a fierce volley of punches to her already battered midsection.

Even though I hear her moans as the punches land, I feel her squeezing even harder and  my vision begins to dim. One of my punches hits the young fighter right on her lower ribs, causing her to recoil in pain. She releases my neck to protect herself, but not before another strike finds its mark in the exact same spot, sending her rolling off me.

We both lay on the floor of the locker room. The room that was alive with the sounds of two women pushing themselves to their limits is now almost silent but for her soft moaning and my gasping. Gina is balled up in the fetal position, massaging her bruised ribs and I'm flat on my back coughing as the oxygen rushes back into my lungs. I know that other than being exhausted from being out wrestled and nearly strangled, I have taken far less actual damage than I've dished out. If I can just get to my feet, I can still win this fight.

I laboriously climb the lockers trying to get my feet underneath me completely oblivious to what my opponent is doing. On my feet but still using the lockers to stay upright, I finally look over to see that my dark haired rival has only made it to her hands and knees. She is clutching her side, clearly worrying more about her aching body than me.

Back on my feet and somewhat getting my wind back, I eye my wounded rival. Rubbing my neck and knowing there are that scratches and bruises all over it, part of me wants to punt this this snotty little bitch's ribs until she gives up. Then again, the 'mom' in me knows I can beat this woman without hurting her- which is why her mother chose me to fight her in the first place.

I walk over to Gina as she struggles to try get to her feet. I plant my foot on her injured ribs and push her to the ground, rather than kicking her. She moans as she falls onto her back "I'm...gonna... cripple you...you ..dirty skank" she says weakly, unable to even convince herself.

"Sure you are." I say sarcastically, as I stand over her. I quickly hop down and mount Gina, landing with authority onto her aching ribs. The tanned and toned wrestler howls in pain. I see it, the look I was waiting for. The one where she knows she been defeated. I look into her dark brown eyes, now welling up with tears. "Beg for mercy, Gina....do it now or your mom will be carrying you out of here!" I demand, drawing my fist back.

"No...you'll .... have to ...kill me ... first" she says, still trying to convince herself. Even though she deserves it, I just can't do it. So I slap her across the face.

"Ok, I warned you...". I dismount my broken foe. Gina can only muster enough energy to roll on to her stomach, before I move into finish her. Sitting down, I grab one hand and one foot, then place my foot right on those poor ribs that I have been punishing. I start extending my leg, she groans and whimpers as she is stretched.

She cries out "no...no.. fucking bitch! ...quit it! ...oh God! ...no...stop!"

"I said beg!" I snap back.

" Ok, ok!  I quit, you win...please stop!... please!...I'm begging you, please stop..." she says sobbing.

"That's more like it....now give me your bra" I command the once proud but now broken woman.

"What?!?...." she gasps. A quick flex of my foot against her aching ribs, reminds her that I'm in control. "Ok...whatever you want... just please no more".

I release my victim, who curls up, rubbing her wounded body. "Pull it off and lay on your back....the cameras need to see this" I say, my voice calming as the battle is officially over.

Gina tosses her top off to the side and lays prone, her proud and perky chest pointing skyward. For a moment I consider stripping her bottoms as well. Lord knows she deserves it but the mother in me decides against it. It doesn't stop me from firmly placing my foot between her now bare breasts in the classic victory pose. I grab my 'trophy' off the floor and walk off to change. The young brunette lays where I left her, too exhausted or scared to move until I disappear around the corner.

After changing, I walk back through the locker room. Gina is now sitting up, leaning against the locker. Her head is hanging after being handed her first loss in such a dominant manner. She doesn't say anything or look towards me as I leave. Part of me, feels like I should comfort her or something, but there's the other part that is enjoying 'owning' her mind as well as her body.

I leave the room without a word. I meet Jake and Patricia in the hall. I give Jake a hug and a kiss. Patricia looks relieved but disappointed. "Thanks Kelli, I thought she was going to make you hurt her...but you handled it admirably. Even though it was tough to watch, if she had to lose, that's how it needed to happen." She tells me.

I smile "She's tough....I'm just glad it wasn't a wrestling match, she's got talent."

I find it funny but Patricia beams with pride at my compliment of her daughter that I just beat. She gives me a hug before heading into check on Gina, while Jake and I leave the field house.

We get back to the Jeep and I realize my inner tigress has been unleashed. Jake and I don't even make it home before we have to find a quiet place to park, so I can satisfy my primal urges. As I sit atop my panting husband, he says "I think I like this new empowered Kelli". I smile down at him....I think I do too.

[FyreCracka]

Chapter 7: Basement Brawl

I'm back on track after my win over Gina and I wear my catpin almost everywhere in search of another test. Today is no exception. I'm out and about running some errands at one of the county buildings getting some permits signed.

"You got these done just in the nick of time- I am just about to lock the doors..." the blonde woman behind the counter informs me.

"I like living on the edge, Brenda" I joke back. I always hate doing this to people, so I hope humor softens it a bit.

"Is that right?" She says, her blue eyes taking on an excited twinkle. "Well, Kelli ....it seems that we only have one more piece of business to handle."

"What's that?" I ask, confused and wondering if I've left out some form.

"Just this bit" she says as she brushes her hair behind her shoulder revealing a shiny catpin. "Follow me, kitten....right this way...unless you're scared"

Without a word, I follow the older woman. First, she turns the deadbolt on the door. "Just need to lock up ...and...now onto to you" She uses her ID badge to open a door and we take some stairs to a dark dingy basement with a few incandescent lightbulbs hanging that, combined with the musty 'old file' smell, give the room and old and yellowed tone.

We are both in business attire. Skirts and blouses. Mine, a tan skirt and white blouse. Her in a navy skirt and light blue blouse.

A quick glance around the basement tells me that this isn't the first time Brenda has done this. There are flattened cardboard boxes in the center of the room and two cameras on tripods in the corner.

As soon as she turns on the cameras, Brenda kicks off her shoes and starts stalking me. I kick my heels off and do the same.

"I was hoping I'd get to blow off some steam today.....you have no idea how frustrating dealing with morons like you all day can be.... seriously? Coming in 5 minutes before closing.. only a bitch would do that...unsurprising by the look of you, though" Brenda snaps.

"Maybe if you weren't such a bitch, people would be easier to deal with" I reply. It's clear that the other blonde has no intention of this being a friendly competition. Fine with me, if she wants a fight she's going to get one.

Out of habit, I've been sizing up Brenda since I saw her catpin. Subconsciously, I probably since I first her, actually. She is about an inch shorter than me. I suspect at 130 pounds, I am about 10 pounds lighter than the older woman. We are built similarly with toned, muscular legs but it's clear that I'm in better shape. Though, I'll admit the She is still well built and sexy for a woman of 48, but she acts like she is still in her prime. Her chest is a bit larger than mine, probably around a C cup. I can tell my belly is flatter and even through her blouse I can see she is a little soft here. We each have long blonde hair that hangs about halfway down our backs.

As we get toe to toe in a stare down, I can't help but think that I am about to square off with an older version of myself. I can easily imagine myself being very similar to her in 10 years as I have no plans on stopping this hobby anytime soon.

I don't have long to dwell on thinking of my future fights as the Brenda sends a quick slap to my cheek. "Bitch!" She shrieks.

"Fuck you, old cxnt!" I snap back as my palm smacks her cheek. We instantly are forehead to forehead, eyes locked in an unblinking stare.

"I've been breaking little sluts like you for years." Brenda growls.

"You've never fought anyone like me, bitch" I retort.

"You think you're bad ass don't you, Kelli?...I can't wait to hurt you...remind you that you're just weak ass house wife"

"You're about to fuck around and find out how bad I am, you old hag" I snap and bump my chest into hers as

She shoves me backwards and we instantly latch on to each other's hair and begin punching. I'm slammed into the wall from the momentum of her initial shove but I wrap the older woman up and we fall to the ground with a thud and grunt from both of us.

We are rolling on the flattened cardboard boxes, growling and cursing as we each focus on our opponent's blonde hair. I've never experienced another woman go after my hair so viciously. Not to be outdone, I retaliate in kind. My scalp is burning and I can tell from her shrieks that I'm giving as well as I'm getting.

We continue our violent hair pulling focused catball, slamming each other's skulls on to the ground, kicking anything we can, slapping each other's face. At one point, we finally break apart. We both scramble to our feet.

I look Brenda over. Her blouse is ripped open, the buttons all missing. Her skirt has ridden up until I can see her panties and her pantyhose are ripped in several places. Her hair is wildly disheveled and her makeup smeared all over her face.

I suspect that I look much the same. My blouse is wrecked and I can feel the air on my skin. My scalp is aching and I can feel the sting of scratches all over. I look down to see my stalkings are below my knee on one leg and the other rolled to my ankle.

"Fucking... Bitch! .... You're gonna ...pay ...for this." Brenda screams between breathes as she pulls what's left of her blouse off and tosses it to the ground.

"Bring it on....You old cxnt... I'm just ....getting...started" I growl back, panting, as I slip out of the remains of my blouse and go ahead and remove my skirt as well. I'm left in a white bra and panties with one tan stalking on rolled down just below my knee. I look back to her and now she is dressed much the same, a basic blue bra and blue panties underneath the destroyed blue pair of pantyhose.

Once again, we start moving towards one another. I can see her softer belly expanding and contracting as she tries to force air into her lungs. I decide to press my fitness advantage and strike first. I rush towards Brenda and launch a knee into her stomach.

I've hit paydirt and she lets out a loud groan. She grabs my hair again but this time she simply trying to stay upright after my knee sank into her tummy. I keep going after the same target. My knuckles pummeling the older blonde's midsection.

I can see the fight leaving Brenda as I punish her belly and ribs, opening up even more targets of opportunity as she begins to fade. I start slapping her face, raking her skin with my claws. She tries to fight back with clawing attacks and goes after my chest but she is in trouble.

We are both letting out screams of pain and grunts of exertion as the fight continues. We have each ripped the other woman's bra. Hers enough that both of her softer breasts have been pulled out and are dangling free. She has managed to rip mine completely off.

It seems that mauling each other's breasts have taken the place of attacking the other woman's hair at this point as we pinch and slap, twist and claw each other's tits. The screams are echoing off the walls of the basement in the government building. Increasingly the screams come more from the older woman.

Brenda is tired and in pain. I begin to take full control of this fight and she can only try to protect herself as I assault her larger tits and slap her face relentlessly. Finally she drops to a knee. I grab her hair roughly with both hands and sling her on to her back, my ass landing with a thud on her tortured belly.

"Give... up ... old ... bitch!" I spit slamming her head on the cardboard covered floor with every word.

"Go... fuck ... yourself.... cxnt" Brenda curses back as she tries to pry my hands from her hair. She tries to buck me off for a few seconds but now it's clear that she is spent as her legs slow until they are motionless. The only battle left is to break her will.

I can see from her face the old whore is clearly in pain but as I keep slapping her and demanding a submission it's almost like she is enjoying her ass kicking. I slide up into a full schoolgirl pin, my womanhood pressed firmly against Brenda's chin, my shins pinning her arms, my fist repeatedly sinking into her belly trying to pound the defiance out of her face.

"Say... it ... and this .... ends" I command as I watch the older woman struggle beneath me. Her face flushed as each breath is harder than the last as her lungs struggle to lift my body weight.

"Never... bitch!" my rival blonde spits out, she starts twisting and bucking again but now it's only weakly. I'm in no danger of losing my perch.

With one hand I grab my victim's hair and pull her face into my pussy. I can feel her breath hot and wet against my clit. I see her claws grasping at the air. Unable to get free from my shins that have them pinned. My other hand slips underneath her panties and I grab her womanhood. Just hard enough to elicit a loud moan from the older woman and to let her know I'm in control.

"Say it, bitch!... give up.... or I'll rip your clit off" I threaten menacingly pulling her face in closer, cranking her neck and straining her scalp.

"Stop...stop... you win" I hear Brenda scream out. The sound muffled by my mound. Chills run through my body as I feel her cry for mercy vibrate through my nether regions. I drop her head and rise to my feet.

The older blonde is laying sprawled out on her back, looking completely defeated. "Give them to me... Now!" I command authoritatively. Brenda slides her blue panties off and hands them to me. "...and the bra, too" she removes what's left of her bra from around her belly and gives it to me.

Holding my trophies, I pose with my foot in between the naked woman's breasts for the camera, before gathering my stuff and getting dressed. Brenda and I don't say a word during this time. Everything that needed saying was stated during our fight. The now familiar feeling of dominance washes over me and I rush home to Jake. Jumping him as soon as I make through the door.

Later that night, I see that Brenda has uploaded the video of the fight. That leads to another lengthy session with my husband. Exhausted and sore, but still charged with the thrill of victory I wonder when my next challenge will happen and my next adventure will be.

[polarbear]

Really enjoyed the new story Kelli. Keep up the good work!

[FyreCracka]

Chapter 8: The Wreck Room

  It's been a almost a week since my battle with Brenda and I'm starting to get the itch again. I put the catpin on before I go to out for the day hoping I can find a little trouble. I go about my day running errands and my daily routine almost forgetting I'm even wearing it. It's mid afternoon when it happens.

I'm leaving the grocery store with a full cart, going through the automated sliding door. When my cart and another shopper's almost collide as she is going in. We both begin to apologize for not seeing each other. Then at the same time, we both stop as we notice each other's catpin. The whole conversation stops and there is a brief moment of silence between us.

Immediately I begin to size her up and I assume she is doing the same but it's hard in our winter jackets. I can tell that we are close to the same age but she is taller and looks thinner.

I break the silence first. Heart racing I ask "Are we doin' this?"

"We are. " she says tersely, "when... now?... maybe around back?"

The prospect of having a brawl behind the local grocery store is exhilarating. Then I look down at my cart full of just purchased perishables and think about the errands I have to finish. "I wish..." I answer pointing to my cart.

"Tomorrow night?...my husband likes watching anyway".  She looks down at my wedding ring and back up. "Does yours?"

With our 'game faces' off, we return to being cordial. I smile and reply "more than you can imagine".

Returning the smile she says "I bet I can...they seem to love it, almost as much as we do, don't they?....oh, I'm Beth by the way".

"I'm Kelli. So where do want to do this?" I ask.

She fumbles through her hand bag for a pen and paper. " l have a 'rec room' with some mats down, I'd prefer to take you on there- here's the address...being the host I'll log it all into the website...a livestream event will pay more anyway". She writes her information down on a small piece of paper and hands it to me. "Say, around seven?"

I answer "Seven is great. Any particular rules?...I just want to fight until there is no doubt who wins"

Beth nods her head, "Perfect!....no bets or anything, just see who is better?...bra and panties...I say we settle it with a 10 count pin?"

"I'm good with that, we'll be there at seven" we both continue about our business. I fight every urge to watch Beth and try to play it cool by walking back to my Jeep.

I'm all smiles as I tell Jake that we have plans for tomorrow night. That night we look up, Beth on the website and try to come up with a game plan. We see that the catfighter known as "FeistyBeth" has been doing this for years. Fortunately, I have a bit of size advantage to offset her huge advantage in experience. Jake compares our physical stats, "you're 38, she's 36...so that's a wash, at 5'8" she's a little over 2 inches taller, but your 130 pounds gives you about a 10 pound advantage....looks like your legs are stronger....but she'll definitely be tough. Are you as excited as I am?"

The next night after we drop the kiddo at the grandparent's house, we head to the address that Beth gave me. It's only a few miles away, in the town adjoining ours. We pull up to a house very similar to ours. We are met by Beth and her husband, Travis.  I grab my bag and without any delay, we head inside. Our hosts are are very polite and we pass quite a bit of time getting to know each other. Turns out, we all have quite a bit in common, but at one point we all know that it's time to do what we all came here for.

With my bag full of clothes in mind, I ask Beth rhetorically "Bras and Panties right?"

She smiles and replies "I think bra and panties would give the men quite a show... but first, why don't we open with a pre match bra swap face off?"

Confused, I ask "what's that?"

Her smile gets bigger before she answers "basically we will swap bras and see who fills out the other's better...obviously we'll switch back before the match.."  Intrigued, and noticing we are similarly endowed, I accept.

 "Here" she says handing me her bra she plans to wear. "Put this on when you change and come out in your robe...oh, and I'll need yours"

Beth and her husband take us upstairs and show us to a spare bedroom off of the rec room. "Y'all can change in here, we'll meet on the mats in....say.....10 minutes?" Beth says. Once in the room, I slip into a nice pair of red boyshort panties that compliment my less than golden, "winter" skin. I put Beth's black lace trimmed bra on, and smile as it fits ok. Jake helps me with my robe and we head into the rec room.

Beth and her husband Travis, are waiting. It's a large room with a good sized mat in the middle. There are several cameras set up in the corners to make sure they get every angle...and I notice that Travis also has a handheld camera-just in case. I meet her in the center of the mat and the men both sit on a couch along the wall just of the mat. The taller woman has the men count down to our big 'reveal'.

"3!...2!.....1!...." They chant in unison. Beth and I drop our robes. Both of us shimmy and shake, arch our backs, puff out our chests as best we can to squeeze every bit of what we have into the other woman's bra. Despite my best efforts, it's no contest as Beth is stretching my matching bright red sheer bra and you can plainly see that I can't quite fill hers.

Beth seems pretty proud of her early victory and we turn our backs to the men before we switch back. Now that I'm back in my red ensemble and she is in her black lace bra and black boyshort panties, we take a couple of minutes to stretch....and size the other woman up. As I suspected, we are pretty even- except for her height and my bigger ass and legs. Both of us look fit and ready. She has her long, dirty blonde hair pinned back out of the way and my golden blonde locks are pulled into a tight ponytail.

We both get to the middle of the mat.  We go over the rules one last time. "First woman to hold their opponent's shoulders down for a 10 count wins...no punches slaps only...anything else?" she asks.

My game face on, I answer "Other than nothing to the face, Nope".

Her blue eyes staring into my brown eyes as her husband counts down "3!..2!..1!...Fight!"

The long legged woman and I start circling each other. With a quick first step, she moves in and I feel a sharp sting as her first slap connects with hip. I attempt to go toe to toe in a slap fighting test. After a couple of minutes, it's evident that, due to her speed and long arms, that I'm no match for her like this. She is landing 3 or 4 stinging slaps to my back, belly, and ribs for every one I manage to connect with and I can almost feel the red welts forming on my body.

During one exchange, she lands one combination striking one of my tits follows by the top of her thigh burying itself deep into by belly. With a loud "oomph!" I drop to all fours. But I get no rest as I am pulled into a front headlock and she is raining forearm after forearm onto my back.

After about 5 minutes, she is completely kicking my ass, and we both know it. Running out of options as the all of these blows are taking their toll. I grab her around the waist, and raise up as much as I can and, with a growl, I drive her as hard as I can off of the mats and into the wall.

We slam into the wall hard, the impact surprises the taller woman and she releases the headlock before we both tumble onto the floor. For a brief moment both of us plot our next move. Then, simultaneously, we lunge at each other. We both grab handfuls of the other woman's hair. Between our grunts and groans I hear Beth exclaim "Now it's a catfight!"

The hairpulling and slapping continue as we 'catball' across the floor and back onto the mats. Neither of us gaining control for long. With her pushing against my weight advantage, I feel like I might be gaining some momentum. I am able to trap the smaller woman underneath me in a headlock.

For the first time in the now almost 10 minutes long bout, the pace slows. From the rise and fall of my opponent's chest I can tell that I'm breathing much harder, so the change of pace should help me.

Then, almost as she had come to the same realization, my hair is yanked back. The lighter woman fights ferociously to break my hold. If it wasn't enough that she was almost pulling my blonde hair out by the roots, she continues her slapping assault of my body. 

Then, I feel Beth's hand find my breast. The thin material of my bra offers no protection as she begins an all out attack on my nipple. My cries and whimpers, let her know that she has found a weakness. Doubling down on my headlock, I try to inflict as much damage to her neck and keep her from breathing as long as I can before I simply have to let go.

I finally release the headlock. Attempting to escape from her grip to avoid the torture my poor tit is receiving, I hear a loud 'rrrriiiiiiipppp'. The fabric of my bra gives way. Both of us scramble to our feet. Again we are standing across from one another, but this time the wear of the match is evident on both of our bodies.

We look like two crazy women. Beth's hair is completely unpinned and flowing everywhere. My ponytail is gone and my hair, now damp with sweat is hanging to my shoulders. Both of our chests are heaving. I catch a glance of myself in a wall mirror and see that my face is as flushed as hers. Beth smiles a devious little grin when she sees me, massaging my mauled and exposed breast. "You're gonna pay for that one, bitch" I say as rip the remains of my tattered bra off, leaving everything God gave me exposed for the room to see.

Not wanting to make the mistake of getting into a slap boxing match with a superior striker, I charge my opponent. She catches me and we are in a mutual bear hug, but I have the leverage. Again, I attempt to crush the thinner girl's lungs.

For the first time tonight, I finally feel Beth starting to weaken. Even her slaps are losing their sting. Wanting to finish my foe, I lift her off the ground and slam her to the mat. We hit with the familiar 'thwack' of flesh hitting canvas. She lets out a yelp landing underneath our combined body weight.

I waste no time crawling into a mounted position on my dazed opponent, pinning her hands above her head and pressing her shoulders to the mat with my body. The men begin to count. "1!...2!....3!...4!....5!...6!". A funny thing about 10 count pins is that they are as much, if not more, of a submission than they are a pin. You have to break your opponent's will in order to pin them for this long- take all of the fight out of them. "7!...8!" Beth is definitely feisty and still has some fight in her and she kicks out.

"It'll take more than that, you short little twat" she says definitely.

Beth may have some fight left in her, but she's in trouble after that body slam and we both know it. Of course, we all know that sometimes wounded animals are the most dangerous. I look down, wondering what to do with the blue eyed fighter beneath me.

Beth glares back at me, defiant but trapped. I take a handful of her hair and slam the taller woman's head against the mat a few times before unleashing a flurry of slaps and twists to her slightly larger tits. "Not ...so ...funny is it ...now, bitch?" I snarl.

 I look down at my foe and feel like her attitude has been properly adjusted. Again I pin her wrists down. This time for an added insult, I press my chest to her face with a smother. "Just ...give up ... Beth.... its over..you're beaten" I say as her shoulders settle on the mat.

Before the men can even count to one, she bucks and gets a shoulder up. "Do you ...really ... want me ...to keep ... hurting you?" I ask almost smugly through my panting. I raise up, preparing to punish her some more. Then in the blink of an eye, the slender woman bucks, twists and clamps her legs around my waist right as I'm exhaling. I land on my belly, in her powerful scissors hold.

I cry out in pain and now am fighting for any breath. Beth's thin legs feel like steel as they crush me. In desperation, I reach for her tits to try and fight back, but she is too tall and they are just out of my reach. She is aware of what I am trying to do. Again she goes back to attacking my hair. "Not ...so ... tough ....now... are ...ya... Kelli?" She taunts through her heavy breathing as pulls my head back.

Trapped and being squeezed mercilessly, I know I'm running out of options-again. I press and pry at her thighs in an attempt to escape. "It.... won't .... be ...long ... now, you smug bitch." Beth says with growing confidence.

I begin to try to get to my feet, first gathering my knees. Then getting to one knee. Beth renews her efforts, squeezing for all she's worth. With a one more grunt I lift her as high as can before bringing her down as hard as I can. Once again, the leggy blonde's back slams onto the mat. Her long legs unwind from around my waist. Both of us lay flat on the mat, gasping for air. Each of us trying desperately to recover enough to finish our weakened foe.

We both get to our knees at about the same time. We both sling weak, sloppy slaps as we try to use our opponent to climb to our feet.  Beth is the first to make it to her feet using me as a ladder. She starts raining down forearm strikes to my back. From a knee, I fire back with forearm shots to her belly. For a bit, we trade blows and verbal jabs. Finally one of mine hits home her knees buckle. I land another causing the taller woman to double over on top of me.

I grab her arm And pull Beth over my shoulders and stand up. She is draped belly down across my shoulders the  leggy beauty dangles helplessly and completely at my mercy. What's more, she knows it. She weakly pleads "no...no...no" as I briefly parade her around the rec room.

 I stop in the center of the mat, facing the men, forgetting that my top lies destroyed on the mat and they have a full view of my 'assets'. Her long legs and long hair hang halfway to the floor. I can feel her shaking her head, pleading for me not to do it. I turn just slightly so the men can see the fear and defeat in her face. She grunts as I give a little bounce getting ready to finish her. I tighten my hold on the arm and leg I'm holding before I drop to my knees.

The impact drives my shoulders into her belly and chest simultaneously. Causing her to let out a loud groan that turns to a whimper as she slides off my shoulders and onto the mat. I roll her the rest of the way onto her back. She is slowly writhing, her long blonde hair splayed all over the mat, her face and chest flushed and sweat covered. I look her in the I eyes as I hook her leg and my chest covers hers. She looks back with a look I've seen and had before- she's been conquered and knows it. As the husbands count the long slow ten count, Beth lays still beneath me, to kick out now would only mean more pain. As men reach "10!", I feel her let out a sigh of relief.
 
Rising to a knee, I plant my hand squarely on my defeated foe's chest. My fingers grip her bra. As I stand up, I pull my trophy off of her. I put my foot where my hand was and raise my arm in victory. For a moment, the men get a glimpse of both us topless and I can see plainly, that they are enjoying the view. The removed bra hanging just above Beth's face from my other hand.

As I walk back to change, I see Beth still laying on the mat, recovering. She is using her arms to cover her exposed chest. I stop and with a smile, say "You might have worn it better, but I'll be wearing it last." I smile as I put her bra on before I disappear into the bedroom to change.