[bcw8]

A sequel to https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=86991.0

Diana Prince had heard the joke about military intelligence being an oxymoron approximately a hundred thousand times.  It was a wonder that she could even smile at it, at this point.  She sat in Perry White’s office, putting up with the old fuck for what also seemed like - well, more times than she cared for.  Being a public liaison for the army meant giving the press background on matters, so she just had to deal with it.

The bright side was that when she visited The Planet, she saw Clark.  The dark side was that that bitch Lois Lane was usually there too.  Today, Lois was subdued.  She was quiet, far away from Clark, and unusually conservatively dressed.  She typically had her tits on display, but today she wore a soft bulky sweater.  Almost like -  Diana flared her nostrils, tested the air.  Her senses were extremely sharp; it was something she had in common with Clark.  She caught a whiff of Lois, a sex smell, but it was mixed with another scent too.

Lois had lost a fight.  Diana smiled to herself as the knowledge came to her.  You don’t spend your childhood and adolescence at an all-female school without becoming finely attuned to such things.  She smiled and shook hands with Perry.  She stopped at Clark’s desk on her way out.  She was in civilian clothes today, no uniform.  It wasn’t always stars and stripes, sometimes it was lace and thongs.  She flirted with Clark shamelessly, making sure Lois had a good view as she did.  The other brunette’s eyes narrowed.

“Lois seems different,” Diana dangled it in front of Clark.  “Did someone knock her tiara off?”

Clark wouldn’t say, but she could tell she’d gotten close.  Mmmmmmm, he was scrumptious.  Diana had discovered men fairly late in life, and she still had a close connection to her sapphic side, but that cock of steel was irresistible.  Diana tossed her hair, and grinned, toying with the bracelets she always wore.  She looked over her shoulder at Lois, and decided to visit her office too.

“What’s with the baggy sweater, bitch?” she said.  “All your bras in the wash?”

“Fuck you, Diana,” Lois said.  She didn’t like the tall brunette, never had.  She knew she was after Clark’s cock.

No one was looking.  Diana slapped Lois’s breasts, the sound muffled by the thick sweater.  Lois moaned in pain, more than Diana’s little love tap warranted.

“Oooh, someone is tender!” Diana cooed.  “No wonder you’re hiding in here.  Tell me.”

There was something about Diana that made people tell her the truth.  Lois gave her the story of her titfight and sexfight with Lana Lang, down to the detail of her own tearful submission, and how the redhead had been relentlessly fucking Clark ever since.  Diana’s nipples stiffened as she listened, her thighs crossed tightly to still the throbbing in her clit.

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Lana was staying at the Four Seasons, because, frankly, Clark’s apartment was as featureless as a cave carved out of ice.  She needed luxury while she was in Metropolis, her escape from Smallville.  She rolled, naked, in the posh sheets of her bed, loving how they felt on her skin.  It had been a week since she’d battered and fucked Lois into quivering tears, but she re-lived every moment of it as often as she could, particularly when Clark was heroically fucking her.

He was knocking at the door now.  She could give him a key, but she liked to make him wait until she answered it, make him imagine seeing her body through the solid door.  “Hello, Lover,” she said, as she swung it open.

It wasn’t Clark.  Or, rather, it was him, but behind a tall brunette whose eyes flicked all over Lana’s body.  She put her finger between Lana’s breasts, and stepped forward, making the redhead step back as she did.  Clark followed her

“I’m Diana,” she said.  She opened her coat.  She wore knee-high red boots, and nothing else.  “I’m pleased to meet you, Lana.  Lois has told me all about you.  Slip your heels on, dear.”  The door closed behind them, and she let her coat slide off her shoulders.  “Get comfy, Clark,” she said.  “I’m going to show this farm girl how island girls fight.”

[Gent]

Looking forward to this story, and how Lana will handle a super?

[Warlock641]

Good start, leaves you lots of options!! 

[bcw8]

Lana’s shock only lasted a minute.  Of course a man like Clark attracted women like this.  She turned and swiftly found her green stilettos, the ones she wore when she whipped Lois.  With those on, this new dark-haired amazon was only slightly taller than she was.  Diana was waiting for her when she turned back, standing in the center of the suite, her long legs set shoulder width.  She had a new accessory, a thin gold cord that she tied around her waist and tossed the other end to Lana.  It was silk, Lana thought, or some even more exotic composition.  She tested it in between her hands; it felt unbreakable despite its slender nature.  Diana’s eyes challenged her. She passed it around her own waist and knotted it.   When they came nipples to nipples, it dipped to the floor between them.

“Nowhere to run now, cxnt,”  Diana said.

“No plans to run, whore,” Lana replied.

Clark was naked now, standing just to their side.  He ran his hands down their backs and then around the slender cord to their stomachs.  His fingers followed it down, and pressed it between the lips of their pussies.  Both of them shivered, their nipples hardening even more.  Each woman reached at the same time for his cock, never breaking eye contact with each other.  Diana’s fingers circled his uncut cock head; Lana’s ran down his shaft and caressed his balls in a way she knew made him crazy with lust. 

A thick drop of his cum oozed across Diana’s fingers.  She brought it to her mouth.

“Enjoy,” Lana said.  “It’s all you’ll get.”

They drove their tits together.  Diana dipped just a bit, digging her dark nipples under Lana’s pink ones and then shoving up hard, the same way she might jam her hand under the redhead’s chin.  The effect was the same, too:  Lana’s spine arched, her head going back.  This bitch was strong - stronger than Lois, and Lois had nearly beaten her.

“You must’ve been lucky against Lois,” Diana said, as if reading her mind.  “Where I come from, the teen girls would dominate your weak tits.”

Lana shifted, punched her tits into the brunette’s, her hard stomach slapping Diana’s abs.  Startled, Diana gave a step.  Lana hit her again, her big freckled breasts landing with a loud whump, her auburn hair falling in her eyes.  Her hard pink nipples spiked into Diana’s dark ones.

“Tell me more, princess,” Lana said. “Brag to me how tough you are while I beat your tits bloody.”  She had Diana pinned to the wall now, spreading her tits across her chest wall.  Expecting to catch Diana off-guard, Lana stepped back suddenly and aimed a hard slap at her chest, but the brunette blocked her with a braceleted wrist, and countered with a slap of her own, coming up from her hip into the lower hemisphere of Lana’s left tit.

“Fuck,” Lana moaned.  Diana then slapped down, the knife edge of her hand crushing Lana’s breast right behind her nipple.  Lana closed her eyes hard and gasped.  Okay, this gal wasn’t all talk. 

“All-girls school and military, bitch,” Diana said.  “My tits can take anything you can dish out.  Can you say the same?”  Viciously, she stabbed her fingers into Lana’s pussy.  She slapped the redhead’s face as she buckled forward, and turned her fingers into a claw, the nail on her middle one digging into the base of Lana’s clit.  Lana wailed in pain, her heavy pale breasts swinging as her hips went back, trying to escape Diana’s assault.  The brunette planted her feet, gripped the cord between them, and jerked Lana forward into a head-on tit collision.  Lana dropped to her knees, sobbing in pain.  Diana draped a long leg over Lana’s shoulder, and pulled her suntanned face into her pussy. 

“Enjoy,” Diana said.  “You’ll get a lot more soon.”

She dropped to her knees too, in a pirouette that landed her behind Lana.  She smiled at Clark.  She couldn’t believe, frankly, that she hadn’t fucked him before.  What a body he had!  As soon as the redhead was finished, she planned to change that, in spades.  She reached between Lana’s thighs, from behind, and mimicked Clark’s action from before, pulling the thin golden cord between Lana’s pussy lips.  “Do you like this, Clark?” she teased.  Lana screamed when she sawed it deep, pulling it up between her ass cheeks, the loop around her cutting into her waist.  Lana slumped back against her, hips thrust forward, and screamed again as Diana finger-fucked her from behind, pumping her fingers to the hilt into her cxnt.  Through her tears of pain, she saw Clark’s cock throbbing as he watched her suffer.  Diana pulled her fingers out, and wiped them on Lana’s face and tits.

Clark thought, not for the first time, how Diana resembled how a Greek goddess must look, her thick black hair, her olive skin.  She definitely could do better than that fucker Steve that she dated at times.  She dragged Lana, stumbling on her knees, to the huge window overlooking the Metropolis night.  Pulling her up, she pancaked her breasts against the cold glass.

“Go back to the farm, red,” Diana whispered in her ear.  “You’re not woman enough for him.  He deserves someone in the same league as he is.  You can’t even do justice to a decent fight.”  Lana’s cheek was pressed against the window hard enough that the tear that escaped her eye was caught, forced to follow a curved path where her skin met the surface.  The tall brunette had hurt her tits, but it was the savage pussy attack that had devastated her.

Diana pressed her pelvis into Lana’s ass, enjoying the heat baking off of it.  Clark’s cock was waiting, but let him wait.  Dominating this bitch’s pussy, bringing the proud redhead to full heel - mmmmmmmmm, that couldn’t wait.  With the cord around her waist, Diana dragged Lana to the bed and dumped her on it.  One hand on each thigh, she spread Lana wide, and took her first, deliciously slow, lick.  Lana’s back arched, her bruised tits falling to the sides, her nipples still hard from the cold glass.

“Tell the truth, Lana,” Diana purred.  “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”  She didn’t wait for the answer; or, rather, the gush of pussy juice across her lips was the only answer she needed.

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Clark couldn’t tear his eyes off Diana’s ass, cocked up, her pussy flashing between the thighs, as she tongue-fucked Lana, the redhead’s long legs draped over her shoulders.  He was superior at oral himself, but this was a masterclass in progress.  He had to join them.  When she felt his weight on the bed, Diana turned her head enough to catch him in the corner of her dark eye, which also gave him a perfect view of her tongue flicking Lana’s engorged clit.  Diana turned back, offering him her ass.

Oh god, the way Diana moaned with her mouth on her pussy when Clark’s cock sank into her from behind - that sent Lana into a spine-arching climax.  Clark held Lana’s ankles over Diana’s back as he thrust into the brunette’s pussy and Diana drank deeply from Lana’s orgasm.  When Lana finally fell limp, Diana pivoted with an amazingly fluid and flexible move, swinging her long left leg up and across Clark’s front.  Her pussy never stopped squeezing him, and now she faced him, her perfect ass on his thighs as he knelt, those red boots wrapped around him.  She kissed him, hard, and he tasted Lana in her mouth.

Lana burned with fury and humiliation.  This fucking whore had dominated her, made her cum like her bitch and was now working Clark’s cock just inches away.  This couldn’t stand, it couldn’t!  She forced herself up, and buried both hands in Diana’s raven hair, dragging her head back.  Diana gasped as her breasts lifted off Clark’s hard chest.  The silken cord lay across her upper belly.  Instinctively, Lana let go of Diana’s hair and grabbed it, both hands, and pulled it across Diana’s chest.  She sawed it into her rival’s nipples, pulling it deep into her tits.

Diana’s head whipped.  She was so close to cumming, Clark’s steel cock so deep in her.  The sudden burning pain in her tits couldn’t stop that oh fuck it intensified it oh god.  Her stomach slapped hard into Clark’s as she orgasmed, the cord slicing across her nipples.  Lana screamed in frustration, realizing she’d triggered Diana.  The brunette went limp now, her muscular arms falling to her sides.  Lana pulled her off of Clark’s cock.  He hadn’t cum yet, that superhuman endurance that Lana loved, now in her favor.

She straddled Diana’s hips, scissoring her pussy.  Now she wanted to force the brunette to cum again, weaken her more.  She wrapped the cord tight around the base of Diana’s left tit, made it her anchor grip, and started to fuck her with all her strength.  Diana jerked as Lana’s clit pounded hers.  Oh fuck the redhead was good she was doing her she was making her cum -

Diana convulsed on the bed as Lana drove her through multiple, unrelenting orgasms, sweat running off both of them.  God this woman, better than any man, better than Clark even!  Diana had never been subdued like this before, and she . . . loved it.  She sank deep into the ecstasy of being on the bottom, for once.  It was wonderful.

Lana, frankly, almost forgot Clark was there.  The pleasure of tribbing Diana into limp submissiveness was overpowering.   Laying low an amazon like this - it was an incredible turn-on.  She kept pumping the bitch’s pussy, trying to force her to cum again for what, the eighth time?  Diana was limp, barely conscious, tears streaming down her cheeks.  Her breast was red and swelling, the rope cutting into it.

Clark did not care for being forgotten.  With a grip on the back of Lana’s neck, he bent her forward over Diana, and plunged into her pussy.  Lana thrust back into him, hot and tight and fierce.  He saw her release the cord, saw her claws sink into Diana’s tits, saw them rake and shake each time he drove into her up to the hilt.

“Oh god Clark don’t stop,” Lana moaned.

Diana’s eyes opened, and came into clear focus.  Her claws flew up, dug into Lana’s swaying tits.  The redhead wailed in pain.  Diana crushed Lana hard as Clark kept pounding.  Like the brunette a few minutes before, Lana climaxed on Clark’s cock while at the same moment her tits endured savage pain.  Oh god it was so gooooooooooooood.

Clark left them tangled on the bed in a snarl of sweaty arms and legs.  “Finish it,” he said simply.  “The winner gets to finish me.”

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After seven orgasms, it was a wonder that Diana could stand at all.  It truly took superhuman effort.  Her hair hung in her face, her long legs trembled.  Her pussy ached from the clit-lashing Lana had given her.  The breast Lana had hogtied was sore and swelling.  But in Diana’s favor, she had beaten Lana’s tits in the early going, and she had had a few minutes to recover from her orgasms - the redhead had just had a massive climax from Clark’s thick shaft, still gasping for breath as they faced off.

“Did the other girls on your little island do you like that?”  Lana panted.  Her pale tits were wet with sweat, her engorged nipples thick with blood,  Diana’s lips curled in fury.  She threw her shoulders back, elbows down, hands up, in the shape of a W with her lush tits in the center.

“No hands, bitch,” she snarled.  “Fight my tits.”

Oh, and fight they did.  Bound together with Diana’s cord, they beat each other in a toe-to-toe slugfest.  They threw their tits like boxers throw punches.  They rammed together so hard the sweat drummed off their skin.  They met and ground together like tectonic plates about to give birth to a devastating earthquake.  In the center of every collision their nipples dueled, slashing and stabbing. 

Lana’s lower lip bled where she had bitten it in pain and pleasure.  Diana was punishing her tits like no woman ever had, but every bolt of pain also made her clit throb for more of her pussy.  Diana’s dark eyes were filled with tears, a new wave streaming down her cheeks each time Lana hammered her.  Her tits had never hurt this much; not even that fucking neo-Nazi blonde she’d once fought on an undercover assignment had cruelly beaten her like this lithe cat was. 

Back and forth across the suite they battled.  Lana slowly steered Diana toward the window, where the brunette had pinned and humiliated her before.  The hotel building was in the shape of an L, so a row of windows faced their suite at a ninety degree angle.  An exotic blonde had just opened the blinds at the closest one, sipping a martini as she looked out over the Metropolis skyline.  The sudden flash of bodies hitting the window in her peripheral vision caught her attention.

Two women fighting, and a delicious hunk of a man watching them.  The brunette’s bare back was pressed on the glass as the redhead flattened her tits halfway around her ribs.  There was no doubt even in this tableau why the two women were at war.  The man sat with his thighs apart, his cock huge and hard.  “Oh my,” the blonde said out loud, even though she was alone.  She wore a red overlap dress; one flick of her manicured nails opened it.  She let her breasts graze her glass, feeling it's cold through her bra, and slipped her hand into her thong.

The brunette suddenly pushed back, staggering the redhead, shoving her back into their suite.   The man kept his on the window though, his eyes meeting hers.  She arched an eyebrow invitingly.  Lexi Luthor had seen something she wanted.

Both Diana and Lana were screaming, but Diana more in rage and effort and Lana in pure pain now.  With hard pumping steps Diana drove her backwards across the suite and into the wall on the other side.  Lana’s auburn hair flew in a wild halo when she hit, Diana’s tits blasting hers flat against her chest wall.  She could barely breathe from the pressure on her chest and the agony in her breasts.  Diana had one hand on the wall on each side of Lana’s head, her bracelets jangling as she pumped harder into her foe.  Lana’s pale tits were a massive bruise, the purple-red tint spreading as Diana burst the capillaries in her skin.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Lana’s head hung forward.  Her green eyes were dull.  A drop of blood from her bitten lip fell into her crushed cleavage.   Diana drove deep a final time, jubilantly enjoying the sensation of Lana’s proud nipples now soft and humbled, inverted into the center of her beaten tits.  She stepped back at last, and let Lana fall.

Clark claimed his prize.  He wanted her up against the window.  She wrapped her legs around his waist as he sank his cock to its root in her wet grasping pussy.  Diana’s ass smacked hard against the glass as he pounded her, his chin on her shoulder.

Lexi’s eyes gleamed as she watched him fuck the brunette.  She made a small circular motion with her finger.  Clark gave a small nod.  He spun Diana around and plunged back into her from behind.  With his hand in her hair, he pulled her head back hard, exposing her throat to his audience of one.  Diana’s breasts flattened against the glass, her dark nipples in the center; the cold felt good even though the pressure hurt.  Lexi smiled with approval.

Diana’s orgasm hit her, and the ripple through her pussy pushed Clark past even his incredible endurance.  He exploded inside her, so much cum it dripped from her, down and off his balls.  In the other suite, yet a third orgasm followed.

Diana’s head came down, her forehead against the window.  She saw a movement to the side, an impression of a woman watching before drapes were closed.  She wondered what it was, but only for a second.

In her suite, Lexi dialed reception.  The Four Seasons did not usually give out room information, but Ms. Luthor was not the usual guest.  She got what she wanted.

[D69]

These are fun!  Will Maxima show up to challenge Diana? Can't remember the name of the gal from the phantom zone but she would be good. Or Big Barda. More!

[justlooking9000]

Hey I just wanted to let you know I've slowly gone through your catalog of stories and I love it all, especially this particular series. It just had the right mix of sex and violence for me. You hit several of my sweet points and I love it that you make almost all your stories a fight over a man, and how you make it an over-sexual affair.

I'm looking forward to reading more from you.

JL9000

[Rocko23]

Another good story and match up with Lana and Diana. I enjoyed the length of the story and the nice combo of sex and violence. Thanks.

Think you have lexi planned next but would be good to see Maxima or maybe even Supergirl get involved vs Diana.

Also would be nice to see a lois v Lana rematch.

[snw]

Very nice stories and love when one girl punishes the over with hands off tit fights to end her chances. I love that you use the fights over the man and love too lots of times the current girl is the one taking the loss in front of her man. Love those the most of any scenario of females fights.

[SunnyB]

mmm, steamy hot ... super sexy! 

[deity17313]

Interesting