Players And Playmates At Play

By Amateur

Featuring:

Anna Kournikova

Born: June 7, 1981, Moscow, Russia
Height: 5’8”; Weight: 123 lbs.; 35B-25-34

" I just play for fun.”

“I'm like an expensive menu... you can look but you can't afford!”

“Like any young person, I do what I want.”

“The world believes all blondes are stupid and brunettes are smarter. Well, I disagree.”

vs.

Karen McDougal

Born: March 23, 1971, Merrillville, Indiana, USA
Height: 5’8”; Weight: 125 lbs.; 34C-24-34

“…I do work out every day. I think strength is important to a woman. It's energizing. It gives you the self-confidence you need to succeed.”

“My dream date is a tall, dark, handsome, blue eyed man with a bubble butt who will whisk me away to Paris in a hot air balloon to wine me, dine me and…”

“We all want to be the sexy girl.”

Sometime in 2004…

While it was not exactly clear how and when the feud between Anna and Karen began, the fact remained that the two could not stand the sight of each other. In addition to having rubbed shoulders at various celebrity parties and functions over the years, the two had seen a bit of each other in the media, and neither woman was particularly impressed with the other – quite the opposite. Whether it was simply a case of the age-old natural dislike that beautiful women the world over feel for one another, or something personal – or both – neither of them really knew and neither of them really cared to know. All each one knew was that she hated the other. And things were definitely not helped by the way they talked about each other to some of their mutual acquaintances.

Never shy when it came to speaking her mind, the Russian bombshell had quite a few things to share with quite a few people about what she thought of the dark-haired Indiana native. “Old”, “washed-out”, “a has-been”, “a cheap whore who sells naked pictures of herself for a living” were but a few of the terms used by Anna to describe Karen, and compared to some of the blonde’s other words, those were practically compliments.

Anna’s remarks soon reached Karen’s ears, prompting the fiery-tempered brunette to provide a fitting response. It contained approximately ninety two percent of all the offensive words in the English language (plus a few choice foreign phrases picked up here and there), some of them repeated several times, and ended with a rather inventive, if unfeasible, advice as to what the “stuck-up little bitch of a tennis loser” could do with herself.

All of this led to the already intense dislike between the two beauties growing even stronger, and Time did nothing to mend the rift. Quite the opposite: the situation worsened with each time they met, until (predictably) things finally came to a head at a Hollywood party.

There were plenty of other guests at the party, but for some reason, Anna and Karen could only see each other, and as time went by, each of them liked what she saw less and less, and it showed. The scornful looks the two had given each other from the beginning soon became hard stares that turned to glares that invited comments – not too flattering ones – which eventually led to the two somewhat inebriated beauties trading slaps in front of everyone. Others quickly intervened and the fight was broken up, but even though that put a stop to the active hostilities for the night, the issue was far form concluded and remained hanging above the two like a dark storm-cloud, charged with electricity and ready to wreak havoc at a moment’s notice.

Being proud, strong, self-assured women, both Anna and Karen took the episode to heart. Each one felt that being slapped by the other was an insult to her dignity and the same thought preyed on both women’s minds over the following days. And the more each of them dwelled upon the incident, the more obsessed with the whole thing she became. The humiliation of being publicly slapped by a woman whom she so passionately loathed and the desire to teach the slut a lesson was pretty much all either Anna or Karen could think about. It got to a point where that obsession began affecting both their personal and professional lives, and it became worse and worse, until finally one of them could take no more and decided to do something about it.

One celebrity doesn’t have too much difficulties in obtaining the phone number of another. A call was soon made and a challenge was issued. The challenge was immediately accepted as the recipient of the call was just as intent on resolving the situation as her rival was. And since they both knew that there was only one way in which the dispute could be settled properly, the only thing they had to decide on was when and where.

The “where” part was easy. Neither woman had any problems hosting the “event”, the honor going to Anna in the end. “When” was not too difficult a question to answer either: The matter was not one that could be postponed.

The distance between California and Florida is, generally speaking, not a short one, but this is hardly an obstacle for a determined and angry woman, especially since the invention of the jet-liner. Karen flew into Miami on Saturday evening and checked into a hotel, not wanting to meet her adversary without being fully rested. Having gone to sleep with thinking about what she would do to Anna when she finally got her hands on the little slut, she woke up thinking about the exact same thing, and could not wait to put her carefully-drawn, detailed plans into action.

Taking a shower and preparing for a fight, both physically and mentally, she called a cab, and a few minutes later she was on her way to the address given to her by Anna over the phone, grimly determined to kick the bitch’s ass right now, even if she had to break into her house and drag her out of her warm, soft bed by her warm, soft titties in order to do it.

However, Karen was denied the opportunity to start her criminal career with a breaking and entering and had to settle just for the prospect of assault and battery when, upon arriving at Anna’s place, she found the former tennis player ready and waiting for her. Just like Karen, Anna had a vision for the upcoming encounter and was eager to turn it into reality.

With both women knowing what they had to do, and more than willing to do it, not a lot needed to be said. Within moments the two were standing face to face, set to tear each other to pieces right in the middle of the living-room, which had all its furniture pushed out of the way to create enough space to maneuver freely. To ensure maximum freedom of movement both of them were wearing only bikinis, and while the international overtone of their clash was not lost on either woman, Karen had gone the extra mile by choosing to put on a bikini in the colors of her national flag.

Neither the stars, nor the stripes were lucky enough to stay on the gorgeous brunette’s curvy body for long, though. Obeying a sudden inexplicable impulse, Karen reached behind her back and tried to untie the strap of her top. Once the knot had unraveled, Karen grabbed the front of the top with both hands and impatiently yanked it off. As her full, firm, silicon-augmented breasts sprang free, heaving up and down with her quickened breathing, Karen flung the bikini top aside, as far as she could. She did not need it. She did not need any clothes. She had come here to do one thing and she felt that she only needed her own body, mind and spirit for that. Anything else would just get in her way. Looking directly at her rival, she removed her bikini bottom as well, displaying the full splendor of her fit, shapely frame.

Tiny sparks of electricity appeared in Anna’s clear blue eyes as her lips twisted in a little smile. Accepting the other woman’s silent challenge, she shed her orange bikini and faced her opponent in all her beautiful naked glory as she too felt that this was the only way the issue could be dealt with properly: woman to woman, without any clothes, rules, restrictions or weapons.

With their pulse and their breathing quickening to nearly twice their normal rates, the two beauties now began to tremble slightly, but it was excitement and anticipation that were causing their bodies to shake, not fear. Proud and confident, each woman positively relished the prospect of pitting her body against that of her rival and proving her superiority by emerging on top, and the fact that, in addition to positively loathing each other, they were from different countries as well, only made a potential victory even more significant, and therefore more desirable for each of them. They were about to fight not because they had to, but because they wanted to. There was no place in the world that either woman would rather be right now. The way they both felt, neither one of them would have swapped this opportunity for all the jewelry in the Universe (and they both liked jewelry a lot).

Standing a few yards apart, the two beautiful, naked women looked directly into each other’s eyes for a while, each silently daring the other to make the first move. Then all of a sudden, they leapt forward at the same time, their hard, sexy bodies producing a loud slap as they slammed into each other. Grabbing hold of each other’s hair, the two staggered around the room, screaming and cursing as each tried to bring her rival down. Karen tried placing her right leg behind Anna’s legs in the hope of tripping her foe, but the Russian nimbly jumped to one side, managing to keep her balance. Almost instantly Anna delivered two hard slaps to the brunette’s face with her right hand while still holding on to Karen’s silky tresses with her left. Karen screamed, drove her right fist into Anna’s belly, and then followed up with a punch to the face that sent the blonde reeling.

Charging forward with an angry scream, Karen wrapped her arms around Anna and took her down to the floor where the two began rolling back and forth, each trying to pin the other underneath her. After some ten-fifteen seconds of intense struggling and screaming, it was Karen who emerged on top. Sitting on Anna’s stomach and keeping her flat on her back, the brunette grabbed the sexy Russian’s wrists and tried to pin her arms to the floor. Anna quickly wrenched her right arm free of her rival’s grasp and punched Karen in the face. As the American woman groaned and flinched, Anna got hold of her dark locks and pulled mightily to one side, at the same time bucking and twisting furiously, ultimately succeeding in toppling Karen and getting on top of her. Before Anna could secure a good pin though, Karen lashed out with her right hand and her claws struck into the Russian’s face, just missing the eyes. With a sudden heave, the American beauty rolled Anna off her and quickly got up on her knees, grabbing the blonde’s hair and repeatedly slamming her head against the floor. Screeching and squirming, the Russian beauty clawed furiously at her attacker’s forearms before reaching up and grasping Karen’s throat with both hands, squeezing as hard as she could. Karen was taken aback by the suddenness of the move and instinctively tried to pull away form her foe, which gave Anna enough space to get a knee against the brunette’s chest and force her off.

As the two battling beauties got to their feet and faced each other once more, both of them seemed unpleasantly surprised.

Being a professional athlete (albeit a former one) Anna naturally had expected that she would have an advantage in this fight as far as raw power was concerned. Even after leaving the court permanently, she had kept herself in top shape through regular workouts, and had been convinced she was stronger than Karen, who, despite her muscular appearance, was still a full ten years her senior. However, the brief period the two had spent struggling on the floor had shown her that she had been wrong in supposing that she could easily overwhelm the brunette. Which both worried and irritated her.

Karen’s surprise at being unable to physically dominate the young Russian woman was even greater. A fitness fanatic, she practically lived at the gym and took enormous pride in the achieved results. She had looked Anna over when they both had stripped prior to the fight, and had been convinced the little bitch had nothing on her. Sure, the blonde was fairly athletic and there was a hint of youthful strength about her lean, lithe body, but nothing to be worried about, Karen had thought. Her own body certainly had more muscle and better definition than that of the Russian’s and she had been sure it was more powerful as well – perhaps not much, but enough in her opinion. The discovery that Anna could actually match her for strength was somewhat of a nasty shock to her; it meant that she would now have to rethink her entire strategy for the fight.

An impartial observer privy to the two women’s thoughts, would have found it somewhat difficult to comprehend why either of them was so taken aback by the fact that they were virtually equal in strength. In fact, the opposite would have been more surprising. They were both very active physically, were of the exact same height, and the two-pound weight difference between them was hardly worth mentioning; it stood to reason they would be closely matched.

After a few moments of circling and tense waiting on both sides, it was Karen who made the first move by suddenly lashing out with her right foot and kicking Anna squarely in the stomach. As Anna doubled over with a groan, Karen grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair and slammed her knee into the Russian girl’s face, twice. Screaming, Anna tried to pull away from her assailant, but Karen quickly yanked her to one side by the hair and at the same time tripped her. The blonde’s body hid the floor sideways with a thud, and the next moment Karen was on top of her.

Pushing the young Moscow native down on her back, Karen straddled her, pinning her to the floor, and began hitting her in the face with both hands. Anna twisted and squirmed underneath her foe and tried to shield her face with her hands, but most of Karen’s blows got through, hurting the blonde and causing her to groan loudly.

“Fuckin’ little bitch!” Karen growled as she now grabbed Anna’s hair with both hands and began slamming the back of her head against the floor.

Anna screamed and suddenly reached up, getting hold of the American woman’s naked breasts and squeezing them as hard as she could. Karen shrieked and grasped Anna’s wrists in an attempt to push her hands away, but the Russian babe held on, digging her strong fingers deep into the abundance of supple flesh and silicone as she cruelly pulled and twisted the sexy Indiana native’s breasts in all directions.

“AAAIIIEEEE! MY TITS! LET GO, OF MY TITS, BITCH! LET GO!” Karen screamed, twisting and squirming on top of her foe.

Snarling, Anna squeezed even harder and tugged mightily, stretching the brunette’s tits to their very limits and doing her best to make them go beyond that. Screeching like a banshee, the American woman hammered at her tormentor’s head with both fists, but could not force the blonde to let go. Anna sank in her claws deeper into Karen’s bountiful breasts and twisted them in opposite directions while pulling the left one up and the right one – down. The pain in her chest absolutely intolerable, Karen suddenly seemed to remember that she too had claws and her opponent too had breasts that were as naked and vulnerable as her own. Still screaming in agony, she slid a back a little, sitting on Anna’s stomach. A moment later, Karen’s screams were joined by those of Anna as the American woman latched on to the blonde’s orbs and began mauling them savagely.

Snarling and howling with both pain and rage, the two naked beauties ripped and tore at each other’s feminine assets with the ferocity of wild cats, their strong hands and sharp claws inflicting untold pain and damage as they sank deeper and deeper into the tender flesh. Determined to force the other woman off of her, Anna now pinched Karen’s erect nipples between her thumbs and the insides of the second joints of her forefingers and clamped down on the large, hard nubs. Pulling her rival’s nipples as hard as she could and twisting them in opposite directions, the blonde began arching her back, trying to throw Karen off, but the American kept her position on top and now decided to make the most of it by pinching and twisting Anna’s right nipple with her left hand, while repeatedly slapping the sexy Russian girl back and forth across the face with her right hand. This went of for a while, with both women squirming and screaming in pain, each one giving as good as she got. In the end though, it was Karen that proved to be better equipped for handling this sort of situation. Unable to cope with the dual attack on her tit and face, a loudly screaming Anna Kournikova suddenly let go of her opponent’s breasts and clawed at Karen’s eyes. The brunette squealed and flinched, which allowed Anna to throw her off with a sudden heave upwards.

Rising on their knees almost simultaneously, the two women grabbed hold of each other’s hair and began pulling furiously, shaking each other back and forth and groaning and screaming loudly. A few seconds into the hair pulling contest, Karen suddenly removed her right hand from Anna’s hair and used it to slap the Russian’s face viciously. Anna squealed and instantly drove her right fist in her opponent’s belly, doubling the brunette over. Before Karen could react, Anna trapped her in a front headlock and held her bent forward. While Karen groaned and struggled to free herself, Anna used her free hand to deliver a number of quick punches to the American woman’s ribs and exposed kidney area. Twisting and squirming, Karen fought wildly and in vain to pull away from her rival, crying out in pain and jerking convulsively each time Anna’s fist smacked into her naked body.

Determined to keep the initiative, Anna now wrapped both her arms around Karen’s neck from above in a guillotine choke and leaned forward, bending the American woman nearly double. Both women were still on their knees, but their positions were hardly equal. With her upper body elevated above that of her rival and her chest pressing against the back of Karen’s head and shoulders, Anna could use most of her weight to bear down on her opponent and keep her folded up, and with her strong arms around the trapped brunette’s throat, cutting off her air, the Russian beauty definitely had the advantage over her American foe now. Unable to breathe, Karen struggled furiously to break free, knowing that unless she managed to escape her rival’s clutches, and quick, this was most certainly the end of the fight for her. But no matter how much Karen writhed and twisted, Anna clung on like a leech, as she too realized that the other woman couldn’t possibly last very long without oxygen. Keeping that choke hold on meant certain victory and Anna knew it and intended to maintain her position no matter what.

Breathing heavily, the sexy Russian girl now bent forward even further, hanging on to her opponent’s neck and practically pushing Karen’s face into the floor. Karen let out a muffled cry and desperately tugged Anna’s hair with both hands, but could not force the blonde to let go, and the next moment she found herself lying face down, stretched out full length on the floor with Anna still partially on top of her and still choking her.

Sensing victory, Anna muttered a few Russian choice words and tightened her hold even more, determined to finish the brunette off. So intent was the young blonde on maintaining her deadly grip on her squirming, twisting rival, that she never noticed when Karen stretched out her right arm, reaching behind Anna and sliding her hand across one tight, shapely buttock...

Stabbing a couple of fingers deep into the Russian’s exposed (,neatly shaved) pussy, the American woman yanked mightily to the side and Anna screamed in agony. As the blonde released her hold and tried to back away, Karen rose on her knees and moved forward, continuing her assault on the other woman’s genitals, her sharp, manicured fingernails raking the delicate walls of Anna’s sex, inflicting unbearable pain on the screeching Russian pin-up.

Writhing like mad, Anna grasped her tormentor’s wrist and began tugging frantically. She finally managed to pull Karen’s clawing hand away from her womanhood, but she was obviously hurt. Karen saw this and seized the moment, pushing forward. She shoved Anna down on the floor, face first, and straddled the Russian’s waist, hammering at her head and neck with both fists. Hitting her opponent’s hard skull did Karen’s knuckles little good though, and she quickly changed tactics, grabbing Anna’s hair with both hands and trying to slam the blonde’s head into the floor. Anna managed to soften the impact by getting her right forearm between her forehead and the floor, but Karen clearly had the upper hand and was determined not to miss her opportunity to hurt her rival as much as possible.

Remaining firmly mounted on her foe, Karen punched the prone Russian in the neck, twice, and then yanked her hair, twisting the head backwards painfully and at the same time grinding her knuckles into the scalp. Anna cried out in pain and writhed and squirmed underneath her tormentor. She grabbed Karen’s wrists in an attempt to detach the brunette’s hands from her hair, but this only gave Karen the chance to slam her foe’s head into the floor and the sexy Indiana native was quick to take that chance.

As Anna’s forehead struck the floor with a loud “THUMP”, the blonde let out a low moan and let go of her opponent’s wrists, getting her hands in front of her face in order to protect it from any further contact with the hard floor. Karen snarled angrily, got an even tighter grip on her rival’s blonde locks and began violently shaking Anna’s head from side to side. Screaming, Anna struggled mightily in desperate attempts to throw the brunette off. Karen kept her position on top of the wildly bucking Russian and still holding Anna’s hair with her left hand, she now used her right hand to deliver slap after slap to the left side of the blonde’s head, shouting angrily with each blow.

The hard slaps undoubtedly hurt Anna, but instead of making her quit, they only caused her to writhe and heave even more furiously, and after a long period of intense struggling she was ultimately able to pull her knees under her body and rise up, toppling Karen over. Her face red from exertion as well as from the received slaps, the sexy Moscow native had tears in eyes, but those were not enough to hide the look of nearly insane fury as she pounced on her foe, her teeth bared in a vicious snarl. Karen tried to roll out of the way, but was too late. Anna was on her in a flash and forced her down after punching her twice in the face. Panting, the blonde planted her right knee right in the middle of her opponent’s chest pinning the brunette flat on her back, then grabbed her throat with both hands and squeezed with all her might.

“Ghuulkhh!” was all the 1998 Playmate of the Year could say as Anna’s strong hands grasped her throat in an unyielding grip, crushing her windpipe and cutting off her air-supply. Her eyes bulging and her face turning red from lack of air, Karen twisted and kicked frantically underneath her rival, tugging desperately at Anna’s wrists in an attempt to remove the squeezing hands from her throat before the Russian had strangled her to death. It didn’t work. The blonde’s arms were just too strong, and her grip too tight, for Karen to be able to break it. Try as she might to free herself, the American beauty remained firmly pinned to the floor, unable to breathe and in considerable pain as her foe dug her thumbs deeper and deeper into her soft throat.

Cursing steadily in Russian, Anna now allowed her knee to slide sideways off Karen’s chest as she quickly straddled the brunette, sitting on her stomach and pinning her down even more securely, while continuing to choke her mercilessly. Feeling that she was about to pass out any moment, Karen bucked and heaved underneath the blonde with desperate urgency, struggling with everything she had to break free. She clawed furiously at her tormentor’s forearms and when that didn’t help, she suddenly grabbed the blonde’s right breast with her left hand and started mauling it, while punching Anna in the face with her right fist.

Anna screeched as she felt her opponent’s sharp claws digging into her breast, but did not release her grip on Karen’s throat. Shaking her head from side to side to avoid the American woman’s punches aimed at her face, the sexy blonde squeezed even harder and now began slamming the back of Karen’s head against the floor with angry screams.

Almost unconscious, but still unwilling to give up, Karen quickly snatched a handful of hair on the side of her rival’s head and yanked with all her might, causing Anna to lean to the left. As Anna groaned and struggled to maintain her position on top, Karen jammed her thumb into the Russian’s left eye. Anna screamed and began tugging Karen’s wrist with both hands, but it did her no good. Karen was still holding on to Anna’s hair and the blonde found it impossible to push the American’s hand away. And she really needed to. The brunette’s thumb was pressing hard against her eye and even with the lid closed, the pain was absolutely unbearable and getting worse by the moment as Karen – finally able to breathe again – kept on increasing the pressure. Screeching, Anna decided to fight fire with fire and drove all ten fingernails in Karen’s face, going straight for the eyes. As the American woman shrieked and released her grip on her opponent’s hair to grab her forearms and force her clawing hands away, Anna instantly rolled off the brunette and scrambled away from her, moaning and rubbing her watering eye with her hand. Karen was only too happy to let the blonde get away as she herself needed all the time she could get to tend to her own stinging, tear-filled eyes.

As soon as each woman felt that her vision had cleared enough to allow her to continue (which happened at pretty much the exact same moment) the two got up on their knees and flung themselves at each other. Their naked chests coming together with a loud slap, the sexy combatants wrapped their arms around each other and began struggling wildly, both of them groaning and grunting with the effort as each tried to take her rival down. They swayed from side to side for a few seconds as their lithe, shapely bodies strained against each other, then they fell down to the floor where they began rolling back and forth in a writhing, wriggling mass of sweaty arms and legs, each woman snarling and screaming as she did her best to overcome the other.

It took a while, but in the end, Anna succeeded in gaining the upper hand. Getting on top of her rival, the Russian beauty was able to stay there by spreading her strong legs wide, preventing her opponent from rolling her over. Flat on her back underneath the other woman, Karen kicked and heaved furiously, groaning and screaming in her attempts to throw her foe off, but seemed powerless against Anna’s 120-odd pounds on top of her and the blonde held her down without too much difficulties. Karen then got hold of Anna’s hair and started tugging mightily, trying to pull the Russian off of her, but Anna almost instantly dug her fingernails in the brunette’s face. As the Karen screeched and let go of her opponent’s hair to protect her eyes with her hands, Anna swiftly grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms to the floor above her head.

Rendered practically helpless, the gorgeous Indiana native snarled and cursed at her captor as she desperately sought for a way out, arching her back and twisting back and forth underneath the blonde. Anna maintained her position atop her foe though, breathing heavily as she used her weight to flatten Karen to the floor, while her strong hands gripped the dark-haired beauty’s wrists with near bone-cracking force, keeping the American’s arms spread wide and securely pinned.

The two naked, sweat-covered women struggled on the floor for a few seconds, their bodies pressed tightly on top of each other and their faces almost touching as they groaned and grunted in their exertions, each combatant straining to her limit to overcome the other’s considerable strength. But although they were equally matched for sheer physical strength, having all of her weight behind her effort was giving the Russian beauty a distinct advantage and was enabling her to continue winning the struggle and keep her American foe captive.

Realizing that she would not be able to buck Anna off her, and desperate to break free, Karen now did the only thing she think of – she snapped her head forward and bit Anna just below the left eye. The blonde gave a loud squeal of both surprise and panic and jerked backwards, fearful (quite understandably) of sustaining any damage to her beautiful face. But if Karen had hoped that the bite would force Anna off her, she was mistaken. Instead of releasing her foe, the blonde quickly straightened up and straddled Karen, sitting on her stomach and keeping her down. She then grabbed the American woman’s wrists and tried to push her arms to the floor, where she hoped to pin them with her knees. Karen managed to wrench her right arm free though, and instantly tried to punch Anna in the face, still squirming and twisting violently beneath the blonde. The blow was not a particularly good one and served only to enrage Anna, who now began slapping Karen’s face with both hands. Karen was undoubtedly hurt, but it was going to take a lot more than a few slaps to her face to keep the fiery Indiana beauty down. Screaming with both pain and anger, Karen grabbed Anna’s hair with one hand and her left breast with the other and began yanking sideways, while writhing and heaving mightily. She succeeded in bucking Anna off her and quickly rose up on her knees.

Before Anna could react, Karen pounced on her, pushed her down on her back and straddled her, hitting her in the face repeatedly. Groaning under the flurry of slaps and punches, the blonde kicked and twisted wildly, but Karen kept her position on top, expertly riding the Russian’s struggles down and continuing to pummel her with both hands. Seeing that she could not throw her opponent off, Anna suddenly arched her back in an attempt to slide her body out from underneath the brunette. The attempt failed.

With Anna having just a few more inches to go to make her escape good , Karen grabbed the blonde’s arms and held her firmly in place, while sitting directly on her face. Anna began kicking and twisting frantically, but could not break free quickly, and with her nose practically up Karen’s snatch and her mouth underneath the American woman’s firm, sweaty buttocks she was completely unable to breathe. Realizing that she was in real trouble now, the sexy Moscow native struggled madly, writhing and squirming underneath her captor with desperate urgency, her lithe, shapely, glistening body heaving and twisting violently.

Unfazed by her rival’s struggles, Karen remained right where she was, keeping Anna pinned to the floor and smothering the young Russian woman with her bare ass, while gripping two handfuls of hair at the top of the blonde’s head to hold her in position and prevent her from wriggling loose. She had not planned this move; it had been purely accidental, but once it had happened, she realized its potential very well and certainly intended to make the most of it. She was enjoying it too, and now even had the audacity to wiggle her hips a little, taking real pleasure in feeling her rival’s hot, sweaty face pressing against her lower regions and hearing Anna’s small, muffled sounds of protest, coming from somewhere beneath her.

Desperate for air, the Russian pin-up girl thrashed around, her long, strong legs flailing, her firm, perfectly shaped tits bouncing and jiggling under the sweat-covered, tanned skin with each violent movement of her body. Somehow, she managed to wrest her right arm free from Karen’s grasp and instantly got hold of the brunette’s long tresses, pulling to one side. Karen groaned, and toppled over, unable to resist the blonde’s desperation-enhanced strength.

The women got to their feet at the exact same moment and backed away from one another, trying to catch their breath and regroup, each somewhat shaken by the fast and furious combat but nonetheless determined to win at any cost. They circled around for a few seconds, their toned, glinting bodies quivering with tension and their chests heaving rapidly up and down with their labored breathing as they both stalked patiently, each looking for an opportunity to strike.

Lunging towards her opponent, Karen connected with a solid slap to Anna’s face, but almost immediately received an equally powerful smack to her left cheek from the blonde’s right hand and had to step back with a groan. Anna pushed forward, grabbed Karen’s hair with one hand and delivered three quick slaps to the American’s face with the other. Squealing, Karen tried to back away, but Anna held on to her hair and now began pulling viciously, shaking the brunette’s head to and fro while slapping her face a few more times.

“AAAAHHHH! LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH!” the Indiana native bellowed, and just as she said the word “bitch”, she drove her right fist low down into Anna’s flat belly.

The Russian beauty grunted in surprise and pain and bent forward a little, losing her grip on her rival’s hair in the process. Karen instantly slapped the blonde across the face and then unleashed a powerful punch than landed squarely in the middle of Anna’s left breast with a loud smack, flattening the firm, shapely orb and driving the hard nipple deep into the supple flesh. Anna screeched as her tender boob was mashed against her rib cage, her agony compounded by the fact that her erect, sensitive nipple was unfortunate enough to get caught right between a rib and one of Karen’s knuckles and nearly cracked.

Seeing that her foe was hurt, Karen pushed forward, pressing her advantage. Swinging with both hands, the brunette connected with two heavy slaps to her opponent’s face, forcing the younger woman to squeal and step back. Both furious and in pain, Anna lashed out with her right hand, intent on putting a stop to the American woman’s attack. Karen ducked swiftly under Anna’s flailing arm and doubled the blonde over with a well-timed punch to her belly. Anna immediately straightened up though, and as she did so, she viciously backhanded the brunette across the face. The blow hurt Karen, but not enough so that she couldn’t retaliate with another powerful punch to her rival’s left breast. Anna let out another squeal and clutched at her wounded mammary. She tried to return the punch, but Karen blocked the attempt and instantly hit Anna’s breast again, drawing a loud groan from the blonde and forcing her to back off another step. The brunette continued her offensive with two stinging slaps that brought tears to Anna’s eyes and made her move even further back. Realizing that she was giving way too much ground, Anna tried to fight back with some slaps and punches of her own, but it was obvious that she was getting the short end of the stick in this exchange. A few more shots to her belly and naked tits from both of Karen’s hands and the Russian beauty was retreating in total disarray, groaning loudly and desperately trying to cover up with her arms, all thoughts of counterattacking completely forgotten.

Sensing victory, Karen kicked into overdrive, moving forward relentlessly, both arms swinging wildly as she drove Anna before her with a barrage of punches and slaps, screaming angrily and hurling insult after insult at the younger woman. Hurt, and more than a little frightened by the intensity of her foe’s powerful and vicious assault, the blonde could only moan and groan in response, the panic quite evident in her tear-filled blue eyes, as she tried in vain to ward off the blows that rained on pretty much every part of her body from pretty much every direction.

This continued until Anna was forced into one of the room’s corners and had nowhere left to go. Her enraged foe bearing down on her, clearly intent on destroying her, and with no room left to retreat, the sexy blonde realized that she now had only two options left: she had to either fight back, or just surrender. And with her pride on the line, as well as that of her country, surrender was simply not an option. Especially when her opponent was some PLAYBOY bitch, whom she hated more than anyone she had ever heard of, and who was a good few years older than her to begin with.

As hurt as the Russian beauty was, she came out of the corner swinging, and connected with a solid blow to the side of Karen’s jaw, staggering the American and forcing her back. Snarling, Anna followed up with a slap to her rival’s face, the powerful forehand from the former tennis player landing flush on Karen’s left cheek and nearly knocking the dark-haired siren off her feet. As Anna rushed forward, screaming angrily, both arms flailing wildly and any thought of defense completely forgotten, Karen quickly shifted her weight onto her left leg and lashed out with her right foot, delivering a vicious kick to the Russian girl’s unprotected crotch. The loud slap produced as the brunette’s bare foot connected with Anna’s neatly shaven pussy echoed through the room and the blonde’s anguished howl nearly split Karen’s eardrums as the young Moscow native dropped to her knees, clutching at her womanhood with both hands, mouth gaping, eyes nearly popping out of her head. Her attractive face suffused with blood and contorted in sheer agony, Anna Kournikova toppled over on her side, curled up, and lay there gagging and gasping, overwhelmed by pain, and completely helpless – unable to move, or think straight, or do anything, all her thoughts and energy channeled solely into her effort to cope with the excruciating pain that seemed to split her whole body in two. Advantage McDougal.

Karen however, could not capitalize immediately on the situation, as she was still feeling the effects of Anna’s last stunning slap and lost a few precious seconds trying to clear her head. The American then made a mistake by screaming out a few expletives and kicking her foe squarely in her exposed backside while the blonde was lying in the fetal position – a move which although humiliating for Anna, did no damage whatsoever and amounted to nothing but more time being wasted. All this allowed Anna to recover somewhat from the crippling kick to her vulnerable pussy, and by the time Karen began a more serious assault by kicking her in the head and then trying to stomp on her, the surprisingly resilient young Russian woman was not only able to roll over on her back and cover up with her arms, but also to get hold of Karen’s left foot with both hands and twist it sharply to one side, bringing the brunette crashing heavily to the floor with a squeal.

The women got to their feet, both of them moving a little slowly – Karen, somewhat winded by her hard fall, while Anna was still struggling to deal with the throbbing pain in her groin. The blonde was unquestionably the worse hurt of the two, but for all that, there wasn’t the slightest indication that she might even consider giving up. The hatred for her enemy was clearly visible in Anna’s blazing eyes, and combined with her fierce pride, it made her disregard her pain completely as she now attacked furiously.

Screaming in anger, the sexy blonde rushed her opponent and landed a heavy slap on the left side of Karen’s face, staggering the American. Karen managed to recover her balance, but did not stay on her feet for long; Anna barreled into her and both women hit the floor with a thud, the blonde on top. Karen instantly heaved up and rolled over, getting on top of Anna and pinning her on her back. She then quickly straightened up and tried to straddle the blonde, but got her face clawed and rolled away with a loud cry, covering her eyes with her hands. She was not badly hurt though, and rose up on her knees at the same moment Anna got up on hers and the two flew at each other, both of them swinging. Karen swiftly ducked under Anna’s punch aimed at her head, and fired her right fist into the Russian’s firm belly. Anna’s well-developed abs provided some protection, but even so, the blonde felt the blow and bent slightly forward with a groan, both hands clutching at her stomach. Wasting little time, Karen got behind her hurt rival and tried to wrap her arms around Anna’s throat and choke her, but before she could tighten the hold properly, the Russian jerked her head back, striking her in the face. As Karen cried out and flinched, covering her face with her hands, Anna drove her right elbow in the brunette’s ribs and then quickly threw herself backwards, toppling the Playmate over and landing right on top of her, back first. Before Karen could react, Anna drew herself erect and reverse-straddled the supine woman and then quickly slid back, planting her bare ass right on the American’s face in a classic reverse facesit.

Now it was payback time for the smothering Anna had received earlier from Karen, and the sexy Moscow native thoroughly enjoyed sitting on her trapped foe’s face, her round, firm, glistening ass-cheeks completely engulfing the American woman’s mouth and nose and sealing them off. Unable to breathe, Karen thrashed around madly, heaving and twisting underneath her tormentor and making small muffled sounds while slapping and scratching ineffectually at the blonde’s sweat-covered hips and back. Anna bared her teeth in a wolfish smile and now grabbed Karen’s wrists, immobilizing her arms while humping and grinding away at the gorgeous brunette’s sweaty visage, her perfectly shaped, supple backside mashing hard against the Indiana beauty’s lovely features and smothering her into oblivion.

Feeling consciousness slipping away, Karen struggled desperately to free herself, squirming back and forth underneath her foe, kicking furiously in every direction; long, shapely legs flailing wildly through the air, feet pounding the floor, back arching, large, firm, sweat-drenched breasts bouncing and quivering violently with each sudden movement of the lithe, toned body. It was all in vain. Anna sat firmly on top, panting harshly and nearly laughing in wicked delight as she mercilessly smothered her foe with her bare ass, pumping her hips and clenching and unclenching her taut buttocks in an effort to finish off the trapped American beauty quicker.

As she felt her rival’s struggles growing weaker, Anna shot out a few rapid phrases in her native Russian and a triumphant smile stretched her lips as she ground her sweaty ass even harder into Karen’s face, determined to end this right then and there. On the verge of passing out, Karen gathered all of her remaining strength for one last effort and somehow succeeded in freeing her arms from the Russian’s tight grip by wrenching them violently. Instantly, the American woman’s right hand grasped Anna’s long, flowing locks, just as her left hand latched on to the blonde’s left breast, clawing it savagely. Anna squealed and instantly grabbed Karen’s left wrist to push the hand away from her tit, but it was too late. One swift, powerful sideways yank from both of Karen’s arms and the young Russian woman toppled down to the floor on her right side, allowing the brunette to finally draw life-giving oxygen into her aching lungs.

Gasping for air, Karen rolled over and scrambled away from her foe on her hands and knees, eventually getting to her feet and turning around to face the blonde. Anna too got up, wincing as she gently massaged her mauled tit. Both women were breathing heavily and their naked bodies were drenched in sweat. They were both extremely tired at this point, and were somewhat unsteady on their feet, but neither one seemed willing to quit as they stood a few yards apart glaring at each other, their chests heaving rapidly up and down with their labored breathing. Neither one seemed willing to quit, simply because neither one WAS willing to quit. The animosity between them was much too strong, and, with each woman believing that she was fighting for her country’s honor, the stakes were much too high for either of then to even think of a possible failure. Tired and hurt they may have been, but quit they would not. Not until one of them was finished. Each woman believed she was superior to the other, and with no one there to help either of them or interfere in any way, each one knew that this was her chance to prove it. One way or the other, it was going to be settled right there and then.

And it was not going to take very long either. Both women had thrown everything they had into this fight, and with both their physical and mental energy almost completely drained, they realized that the next few seconds were probably going to decide the outcome of the battle.

Now they moved forward simultaneously, each woman connecting with a heavy slap to the other’s face. The two sharp cracks of palms striking cheeks were accompanied by two loud groans of pain, followed by a series of snarls and squeals as they buried their hands in each other’s hair and began pulling viciously, staggering around the room in their efforts to bring each other down. The situation clearly at a stalemate, Karen removed her right hand from Anna’s hair and punched the young Russian in the stomach. It was not the hardest of blows, but it still had enough behind it to draw a grunt from the blonde and force her to bend slightly forward and lose her grip on Karen’s hair in the process. The American instantly tangled both hands in her rival’s hair and tried to send Anna to the floor by tripping her, but the Russian pin-up quickly drilled an uppercut into the underside of Karen’s left breast, her fist smashing into the pliant flesh with a deafening smack and sending the shapely orb flying upwards, then flapping back down and quivering violently for a moment before getting back in its original shape. The punch brought forth a squeak from the brunette and made her let go of her opponent’s hair and step back.

“Bitch!” Karen spat out vehemently, cupping her throbbing breast with one hand, her eyes narrowing murderously even as the tears began to well up in them.

Stepping forward, the women came together, their hands somehow finding each other and their fingers interlocking as both of them leaned into each other putting everything they had left in a final effort that they believed was going to prove to be the difference between victory and defeat. Gasping and grunting, the two sexy, naked combatants pushed hard against each other, chest to chest, with their legs spread wide for better balance.

For over a minute, the warring beauties’ shapely, sweat-drenched bodies swayed back and forth, their arms slightly outspread and shaking as they strained mightily, apparently too evenly matched for any of them to be able to gain any advantage. Then, unable – or simply unwilling – to stay on their feet, they slowly sank down to their knees, still locked together, still bearing down on each other as hard as they could, still determined to decide the winner of their test of strength, and still finding it impossible to do so.

A few seconds later, and with no clear victor anywhere in sight, both women decided that they had had enough of this, and, as if by a given signal, they pulled their hands free, breaking the deadlock. They traded a few weak punches to each other’s sides with little effect, and then quickly wrapped their arms tightly around each other’s heaving, glistening torsos, squeezing as hard as they could. Groaning in their exertions, Anna and Karen began rocking back and forth on their knees, each doing her best to topple the other to the floor and squeeze all the breath out of her in the process.

As the women clung tightly together wrestling furiously, their bare breasts mashed against each other engaged in their own little struggle for supremacy. Erect nipple dueled against erect nipple, thrusting and parrying and occasionally stabbing deep into a soft, tender areola, causing acute discomfort for the areola’s owner. Moans and groans of anger and protest were coming equally frequently from both sides as the two sets of firm, shapely, sweat-covered boobs continued to grind together, the wet, smooth skin producing soft squelching sounds as the four supple orbs slipped and slid over each other, flattened between the two heaving chests.

The breast duel was fast and furious, intensifying by the second as the two rivals continued to strain against each other on their knees, both squeezing tightly with their arms, each trying to grind her tits as hard as she could into her rival’s and crush the life out of them. Anna had youth on her side, but, even in her thirties, Karen’s flesh was still firm and supple, and, reinforced with silicon and having the advantage of sheer mass, the American’s breasts were more than capable of holding their own against those of her younger foe.

Panting harshly and grimacing with tension, their faces pressed cheek-to-cheek, the two gorgeous battlers tightened their mutual bear hug even more, grinding their chests together harder than ever, each still seeking to bring the other down. Muscles rippled beneath smooth, tanned skin as the naked women’s sculpted, glistening torsos squirmed back and forth, each combatant struggling desperately to secure a better position for her thrusting breasts to attack the other’s more effectively. Karen had her arms locked behind her foe with her right hand gripping her left wrist, and now she used her left hand to grab hold of the sweat-soaked hair that trailed down Anna’s back. Slowly, the American wound the long blonde locks a few times around her hand, pulling Anna’s head backwards. Anna groaned and responded in kind, twisting Karen’s neck painfully backwards and drawing a loud, long moan from the brunette.

“Let...go of my... hair...you fuckin’... BITCH!” Karen said breathlessly, squeezing her foe as hard as she could, her strong arms threatening to force all the air out of the blonde’s lungs, while her breasts mashed hard against the Russian’s.

“You let go, whore!” Anna wheezed out, squeezing back with everything she had, straining mightily in an effort to resist her rival’s pressure and managing it...just about.

With the struggle taking up more and more of the women’s already depleted energy with each passing second, the two now stood more or less still. Breathing heavily, they aligned their bodies and leaned into each other with their breasts pressing together, nipple-to-nipple. Without any sudden movements of their torsos, save for the expansion and contraction caused by their rapid breathing, it did not take very long for a winner of the head-to-head test of breasts to be determined. Despite being bigger, Karen’s orbs pushed into Anna’s, causing them to mushroom out. Moaning, Anna tried to shift her position but Karen beat her to it by lowering her body slightly and then drawing it up again, rolling her breasts over her rival’s from below and further flattening the blonde’s younger orbs, the American woman’s rock- hard nipples making contact with the Russian’s equally stiff ones and pushing them upwards.

“AAAAAHHHHH...NNNNYEEEEET!” Anna moaned in despair as Karen’s large, thick, dark nipples bent her own smaller, pink ones and pinned them, burying them into the soft areolae.

Having her sensitive nipples overwhelmed by her rival’s and driven deep into her own flattened breasts, caused Anna tremendous discomfort – both physically and mentally – and she groaned loudly as she struggled desperately against the brunette’s crushing embrace. At the same time, prevailing in the breast duel gave Karen the psychological edge over Anna and allowed her to finally overpower the young Russian woman and topple her over. Lying on top of her foe, Karen quickly wrapped her legs around Anna’s to prevent her from finding any leverage, at the same time keeping her arms tightly wound around the former tennis pro’s upper body. Her own bear hug on her rival forgotten, Anna squirmed and writhed frantically, moaning and swatting ineffectually at the American’s taut, tapering back with both hands. Karen ignored the blonde’s struggles and remained right where she was, using all of her weight to hold her younger foe down.

With Anna flat on her back and practically helpless underneath her, the former Playmate of the Year continued to dominate the Russian’s breasts with her own. Twisting and weaving her torso to and fro, Karen mashed her sweat-soaked orbs into Anna’s smaller boobs, squashing them further, while her erect nipples kept on bending the blonde’s rapidly softening ones at will, crushing all the fight out of them. Time and again, the brunette’s larger, darker nubs pushed Anna’s little pink nips back, shoving them deep into the tender areolae, then releasing them, but only to work them over some more before effortlessly driving them even deeper into the flattened titflesh and keeping them pinned there.

“AAAHHHHH...GET AWAY!” the trapped Russian beauty groaned, grimacing as she squirmed back and forth, seeking vainly some respite for her defeated tits.

Hearing her rival’s moans, and knowing fully well that Anna was suffering, Karen now pushed her conquering tits even harder into the blonde’s crushed boobs, and ground away furiously, completely disregarding the pinned woman’s squirming and twisting and weak attempts at hairpulling. Anna’s breasts were already tenderized and covered in scratches and welts of various length from Karen’s repeated mauling throughout the fight, and every movement of the brunette’s body was causing her serious pain. Having the American woman’s large, incredibly stiff nipples constantly scraping over her own nips and poking deep into her battered tits made Anna feel like two pebbles were being ground hard into her delicate flesh.

As her rival struggled futilely beneath her, Karen suddenly decided that if her breasts were good enough to grind Anna’s breasts into submission, they might as well help her go all the way and secure victory over the young Russian bitch. Having made up her mind, the brunette now slid up Anna’s body and dragged her large, sweaty orbs right onto the blonde’s face. Panting, Karen quickly snaked her legs around Anna’s, hooking her feet around the Russian’s shins and spreading her legs in a perfect grapevine to prevent any escape. At the same time she wrapped her arms tightly around Anna’s head, plunging the blonde’s face deep into her impressive cleavage.

With the American woman’s mountains of titflesh and silicon completely covering her face and sealing off her mouth and nose, Anna knew she was in real trouble and fought desperately to break free and get some oxygen into her system. Squirming and twisting, she pounded Karen’s sides with her fists, clawed at her glistening back and tugged furiously at her long, dark locks, but it was no good. Both women were exhausted at this point and Anna’s efforts were simply too feeble to make any impression on the Playmate, who just lay on top, flattening her opponent to the floor and letting her weight and breasts do all the work. And with her legs spread wide in the grapevine, the Anna could not find any leverage to arch her back and buck the other woman off, which meant that the blonde was just about done for. At least that’s what Karen thought as she maintained her hold, hoping to smother the young Russian woman into unconsciousness with her bare breasts.

“No way you’re gettin’ out of this one, you Ruskie bitch!” The gorgeous Indiana native growled, completely ignoring Anna’s squirming, scratching and hairpulling, and mashing her full, sweat-drenched tits into the blonde’s face harder and harder. “Your sorry ass is mine now!”

Anna was frantic. In the heat of the battle, the breathing rate of both women had increased several times, but the difference was that Karen could take in as much air as she wanted – and did so – while Anna could not breathe at all, and with her need for oxygen absolutely imperative, every second that she had to spend without breathing was not only sheer agony for the Russian girl, but also pushed her closer and closer to unconsciousness and defeat. With time running out fast, Anna struggled with the desperation of the doomed, using all of her rapidly depleting strength in a final effort to somehow escape her foe’s suffocating embrace, but no matter how much she writhed and twisted, or how hard she pulled Karen’s hair or clawed at her back, she remained firmly pinned beneath the brunette’s hard, burning-hot, sweat-soaked body with no air and no hope of escaping.

Panting and grunting in exertion, Karen suddenly began to smile as she felt her opponent’s struggles beginning to weaken. Just a few more seconds, she told herself and tried to tighten her arms around the other woman’s head even more.

The next moment the smile disappeared from Karen’s face and a piercing shriek burst out of her mouth as Anna slid her right hand down the brunette’s back, and in a last ditch attempt to free herself, stuck three of her fingers into the American woman’s exposed pussy, pulling and clawing furiously. But if Anna had thought that the move would produce an instant result, she was very much mistaken. Writhing and twisting atop her foe, Karen was screeching in agony, but despite that, she was stubbornly refusing to relinquish her hold. The brunette was aware that her foe was on the brink of passing out, and now fought the pain and continued to smother the blonde, knowing that if she could hold out for only a few more moments victory would be hers.

In the end though, the torture was simply too much for the Playmate. Anna’s fingers were deep into Karen’s love tunnel, and with the Russian’s sharp claws raking the pink walls and not only causing unbearable pain, but probably inflicting untold damage to the delicate flesh, the brunette’s resolve faltered. Giving out one long, shrill cry of utter anguish, Karen released her hold and rolled off of her opponent, tugging desperately at Anna’s right wrist in an effort to pull the Russian’s clawing hand away from her vulnerable sex.

The other woman’s smothering breasts finally off her face, Anna lay on her back gasping and shaking, mouth wide open, chest heaving as she desperately tried to get as much oxygen as she could into her tortured, burning lungs. She was not given much time to do it though, as Karen now rose up on her knees and pounced on her with a snarl.

In an instant, Anna twisted her body, picked up her glistening legs and snapped them shut around Karen’s head. Karen squealed and tried to back off but it was too late. Snatching two handfuls of dark hair, Anna pulled Karen’s head further up between her thighs, locked her ankles and began squeezing.

The brunette’s eyes bulged and her face suddenly turned crimson as the Russian woman’s powerful legs put unbearable pressure on her trapped head. Still on her knees, she groaned in pain and jerked and twisted back and forth, trying to prize Anna’s thighs open with her hands, but it was no use. Lying on her back, Anna continued to squeeze the Playmate’s head between her legs, snarling as she used one hand to tug violently on Karen’s hair while punching her in the face with her other hand.

“Let go of me, you little bitch!” Karen groaned, clawing furiously at her captor’s glistening thighs.

Anna growled, and suddenly twisted her lower body sharply to one side, bringing Karen down to the floor, still pulling her hair and hitting her in the face while maintaining the devastating head scissors on the brunette.

Groaning under her opponent’s vicious assault on her face and scalp, and desperate to escape before the Russian’s steel-like thighs had crushed her head, Karen now decided to borrow a leaf from Anna’s book and suddenly dug her sharp fingernails into the blonde’s crotch, ripping and tearing for all she was worth. Anna shrieked in pain and almost immediately relinquished her hold, grabbing Karen’s wrists and pushing her hands away. Karen quickly wrenched her arms free and instantly tried to straddle Anna and grab her by the throat, but had to abandon the idea when the blonde slashed at her eyes with her sharp claws.

As Karen screamed and flinched covering her left eye with her palm, Anna fired a quick punch from the floor and – more through sheer luck than anything else – connected with the Playmate’s chin. Already slightly off-balance, Karen moaned and toppled over. She managed to shake off the blow though, and quickly rose up on her knees, snarling as she prepared to pounce on the blonde who was still flat on her back on the floor.

Anna quickly drew her legs up and straightened them out abruptly, the soles of her bare feet slamming hard into the brunette’s breasts, flattening them against the chest. The American woman let out a low groan and sprawled on her back, hitting her head against the hard polished wood of the floor in the process.

Exhausted by the brutal and lengthy battle and dazed and winded by the heavy blow to her chest and the impact from hitting the floor, Karen found it impossible to get up immediately. For several long moments, she remained on her back, staring sightlessly at the ceiling, blinking repeatedly and shaking her head weakly from side to side, desperately trying to regain her senses and clear away the bright yellow spots that constantly danced before her eyes. She was still lying there when an equally tired and desperate Anna Kournikova slowly rose up from the floor and knelt beside her.

Her lips drawn off her white, even teeth in a grimace of tension and hatred, the golden-haired Moscow babe raised her arms high in the air lacing her fingers and, screaming in anger and effort, brought them down sharply in a huge axe handle .There was a loud “THWACK!” as Anna’s tightly clutched hands landed right in the middle of Karen’s flat, sweat-soaked belly with devastating force. The American fitness model’s well-developed abs held…just. Before Karen could do anything, Anna raised her arms again and struck once more in the exact same spot, fury and desperation giving her extra strength. It was as much as the exhausted Indiana woman’s overtaxed stomach muscles could take. As Anna’s clubbing double-fist struck home, Karen’s rock-hard abs took the impact, absorbed nearly all of it, then quivered violently and suddenly turned to jelly. Blue eyes blazing angrily, lips twisted in a snarl, the Russian beauty hauled off and delivered a third axe handle, using all the strength she had left in her body, screaming furiously at the top of her lungs. With Karen no longer able to tighten her demolished abs, Anna’s blow sank deep into the American’s now completely vulnerable belly, the strong Russian woman’s tightly clutched, hands practically slamming into the brunette’s spine (or so Karen thought – it sure felt like it). The Playmate gave a deep, throaty cry, her eyes bulged, her mouth fell open, and her body jackknifed, her thighs almost touching her breasts. Then her powerful frame – now completely limp – slowly uncoiled and stretched out, and she just lay there, shaking and dry-heaving – in terrible agony and practically incapacitated

“I’ll...kill you...you fuckin’...whore!” Anna’s voice was nothing more than a croak and it took her three breaths to get the words out, plus she spoke in Russian so Karen did not understand a word, but none of these made the threat any less genuine.

Grabbing her supine rival’s hair with one hand, the Russian woman, banged the back of Karen’s head against the floor, twice, and then tried to straddle the brunette. But although badly hurt, Karen still resisted, trying to scratch the blonde’s face. Anna snarled and again used Karen’s hair to slam her head into the floor. Still kneeling by the left side of Karen’s body, Anna now seized the brunette’s right wrist with both hands and suddenly threw herself down. Landing on top of her foe with her body across Karen’s chest and shoulders, Anna pushed the American’s right arm out and pinned it to the floor, holding on to the wrist with both hands, keeping the arm extended and at a right angle with Karen’s body. Realizing that she could still be hurt by Karen’s free hand, Anna instinctively scissored the brunette’s left arm between her legs, wedging it securely between her strong thighs and completing a perfect cross-body pin on her foe. Karen squealed and tried to squirm free, but it was too late; she was trapped.

“I got you now, bitch!” Anna panted out triumphantly, lying on top of her foe and flattening her to the floor.

Groaning in desperation, Karen began to struggle, but in her exhausted state she found that Anna’s weight on top of her was simply too much. No matter how hard she tried to escape, the dark-haired Indiana bombshell remained crucified beneath her rival’s body with her arms spread wide and immobilized and both shoulders firmly pinned to the floor by the Russian woman’s taught, shapely frame lying across them.

“Let...GO of me, you little slut!” Karen groaned, kicking and twisting.

“Say it, bitch!” Anna commanded without shifting her position. “Admit I’m better!”

“NNNEVER!” The brunette rasped out, still struggling.

Anna knew that she had to do something different if she was to win. Even though she was on top of her opponent and clearly in control, she was not doing anything to hurt Karen and she realized that even if she stayed there all day, it was going to take a lot more than a simple pin to make the American woman give up. And looking at her options, it seemed to her that there was only one thing she could do in the current situation.

In her endeavors to free her right arm from her rival’s double grip, Karen was doing everything – including bending her right wrist in futile attempts to get her claws into the blonde’s hands or wrists. It was during one of those futile attempts of the American’s that Anna quickly removed her right hand from the brunette’s wrist and managed to tangle her fingers with two of Karen’s. Now the young Russian woman could not only hurt her older foe by wrenching her trapped fingers (and her whole hand) backwards, but also use just one of her hands to keep Karen’s right arm pinned to the floor, leaving her own left hand completely free to attack the brunette’s body.

SMACK! Anna’s palm struck right between Karen’s wildly flailing legs, landing squarely on the American’s neatly trimmed snatch. Karen screeched and quickly jerked her knees up, but not before she had received a second slap to her defenseless pussy. With her opponent’s knees drawn up, Anna now had a perfect opportunity to attack Karen’s womanhood from behind and was quick to profit by it. Reaching around Karen’s ass, the blonde grabbed the American beauty’s exposed pussy-lips and squeezed hard, mashing the delicate pink folds together in her hand and pulling them viciously. Crazed by the pain Karen let out a piercing shriek and stretched out her legs, bouncing her ass up and down in a desperate bid to somehow force Anna’s hand out from underneath her.

A few moments later, a frustrated Anna let go and withdrew her hand. She was beginning to realize that she needed to change tactics in order to make her opponent submit. Twisting Karen’s wrist and clawing her cunt was getting her nowhere; the PLAYBOY bitch seemed to have an unbelievably high pain threshold and was continuing to struggle despite the pain and the hopeless situation she was in. It was obvious that the brunette wanted to win this battle really badly, but Anna was just as determined to get the victory, and right now she was in a much better position.

Knowing that she had Karen trapped, Anna now decided to have a little fun with her American foe. She believed that she had the perfect way of overcoming the brunette’s stubborn resistance and breaking her will, while completely humiliating her in the process, and wasted no time in putting her plan into action. Keeping her foe captive, the blonde now used her free left hand to slap Karen’s thighs a few times, and then went straight for the Playmate’s sex again.

As soon as she felt Anna touch her vulnerable pussy, Karen gave a start and began screaming with fear as she squirmed frantically, desperate to avoid any more pain. The Russian beauty had other ideas than simply hurting her rival though, and a few seconds later, Karen’s panicky shrieks turned to squeals of indignation as, instead of clawing at the brunette’s womanhood again, Anna simply began caressing it, running her hand up and down the length of the exposed snatch, gently cupping and massaging the glistening mound, her fingers teasing the edges of the soft, plump labia.

“Stop... Stop it... Let me...GO, you sick little BITCH!” Karen wailed, twisting her lower body from side to side and pressing her legs together as if trying to squeeze the brunette’s invasive hand out from between her thighs.

But, pinned down as she was and with both her arms trapped and rendered useless, there was nothing the Playmate could do to stop her opponent from doing as she pleased. She tried to bite, but the right side of the Russian woman’s rapidly heaving torso was pressing hard directly underneath her jaw, pushing her head upwards and pinning the back of it to the floor, making it impossible for her to use her teeth.

“Stop!” The helpless American beauty groaned, but even as she said the word, and to her dismay and horror, she could feel that, independently from her, her body was responding to her hated rival’s touch. She was getting turned on. Her pulsating, hot sex was rapidly swelling and unfurling at the other woman’s expert, silky touch, and as much as she tried to fight it, her excitement soon overwhelmed her and it wasn’t very long before her juices began flowing.

“Whore!” Anna said as she felt the thick, viscous fluid coat her hand, but there was triumph in her voice rather than anger. She had been waiting for this and now easily slipped three of her fingers inside the blonde’s well-lubricated box, probing and teasing.

Karen squeaked in protest and twisted and squirmed more frantically than ever, but Anna maintained control of her struggling rival. Quickly, the blonde’s fingers found Karen’s now fully erect clit and began rubbing it while using her other hand to wrench the brunette’s right wrist backwards, making the American woman to scream at the top of her lungs in both pleasure and pain.

“AAAAAAHHHH... LET ME...GOOOOOO!” The powerfully built, fit Indiana native howled, writhing like mad, jerking and twisting in vain attempts to break free from the younger woman’s tight hold. Flat on her back, she kept trying to kick Anna, her lithe ex-cheerleader’s body working overtime, her shapely, glistening legs swinging wildly back and forth, slashing the air. She did not have enough energy left, though, and her flailing legs could barely touch, let alone hurt the sexy blonde sprawled across her chest and shoulders.

After some twenty seconds of intense and fruitless struggling, Karen ran out of steam and stopped, trying to catch her breath. She was not given any time to rest though – Anna’s hand was still steadily working back and forth between the brunette’s legs, the prodding, wiggling fingers rubbing Karen’s hard, throbbing clit, causing the American’s body to quiver with excitement and drawing loud, uncontrollable moans from somewhere deep inside her. Unable to stand the sweet, sensual torture, Karen resumed her struggles, bucking and kicking, her naked, glistening frame arching upwards, her washboard abs knotting and rippling under the sweat-covered skin, her firm, shapely thighs shaking and jiggling as her powerful legs thrashed wildly in her vain attempts to somehow break loose. All the while, she kept cursing at her captor, calling Anna every name in the book, the stream of obscenities rising above the sound of heavy breathing and the trapped brunette’s flailing legs hitting the floor, as the two naked, sweat-drenched women continued their battle for dominance.

At this point, the outcome of the fight appeared to be a foregone conclusion. Anna was in complete control and loving every second of it. By now she was just as turned on as Karen was, and the sexy brunette’s ineffectual struggles only served to excite her even further, her own juices now beginning to flow, seeping out of her swollen pussy and onto the Playmate’s arm trapped between her thighs. She absolutely relished the experience of pitting her body against that of another woman and overwhelming her, and the fact that it was not easy only made it sweeter. The young Russian pin-up loved a challenge; she loved having to really work for it, the sensation of her body being taxed to its limits was further fuelling her tremendous arousal, especially given the seriousness and tenseness of the situation and the fact that her pride and the pride of her country were on the line. Each time the other woman wriggled and squirmed underneath her in a desperate attempt to escape her clutches only to exhaust herself even further and stop trying to catch her breath, Anna would see that as a minor victory and would get turned on even more. She knew that each of those brief struggles only served to prove time and again to both sexy combatants that it was the Russian woman who was superior and take away more and more of Karen’s will to fight, which, Anna was certain, would inevitably lead to the ultimate triumph over her formidable American adversary.

Gasping and puffing, Anna intensified her “attack” on her rival’s clit, at the same time continuing to wrench on Karen’s wrist. She was well aware of the other woman’s exhaustion, desperation and fear; she could sense it in Karen’s frenetic struggles and was determined not to allow the brunette any respite. Smiling with sadistic pleasure, she fingered Karen’s defenseless, sopping snatch more purposefully than ever.

Still refusing to give up, even though she seemed totally helpless, the strong, proud American beauty did everything she could to free herself. Bucking and squirming underneath the blonde, she groaned and grunted and snarled in effort and rage as she, kicked furiously in all directions and wriggled and twisted her pelvis back and forth with all of her remaining energy in attempts to escape the blonde’s invasive fingers between her legs. It was hopeless. No matter what she did, she remained firmly pinned to the floor; all that her violent struggles did was take away even more of her already flagging strength and leave her even more helpless against the younger woman’s domination. Pretty soon Karen was nearly sobbing as she began to realize that she was well and truly trapped and even her mightiest efforts would not be enough to help her avoid defeat and humiliation at the hands of her Russian rival.

Anna was beginning to enjoy the situation more and more. She could practically TASTE Karen’s frantic desire to escape. The dread of losing to a foreign woman – especially a Russian one – was virtually emanating from the American beauty’s entire body as she continued her vain struggles and it was easily picked up by Anna, who now smiled with savage joy. The stunning Moscow native knew perfectly well just how Karen felt, as she herself would have felt exactly the same way had the situation been reversed, but for all of that, she had no sympathy for the brunette. Quite the opposite – she thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of domination over the sexy American woman, soaking up the latter’s suffering and despair, virtually feeding off it. She herself was somewhat surprised to find out that she possessed a really wide mean streak, but the fact did not bother her at all and her understanding of Karen’s mental anguish only made her want to torment her trapped victim even more – physically as well as psychologically.

“Are all of you American bitches that weak?” Anna taunted. “I’ve fought tougher girls than you in high school!”

It was the biggest, most barefaced lie told since the moon “landing”. Even though she had had her share of fights back in her native Russia (plus a few more since coming to the States), Anna had never in her life tangled with anyone anywhere near as tough and as dangerous as the dark-haired hell-cat that still struggled beneath her. She only delivered the jibe because she knew it would really hurt the brunette and make her struggle even harder.

She was right.

Stung to the very core by the blonde’s derisive remark, Karen let out an inhuman howl of fury and began thrashing around with renewed vigor. It was the American’s most serious effort ever since she had first found herself pinned down, and it lasted close to a full minute. But no matter how much she bucked and writhed and twisted, she just could not free herself from the blonde’s clutches. Panting and sweating the sexy young Russian clung on to her foe like a leach, her lithe, curvy, well-honed body straining to the limit in her effort to keep the struggling Indiana native under control. She could tell that Karen’s exertions were not going to be enough for the brunette to break her hold, and soon she began to sense them dying down little by little as the American woman’s battered, exhausted body weakened further and further.

A feeling of wild triumph surging through her and giving her additional strength as well as adding to her own sexual excitement, the dominant Russian beauty redoubled her efforts, rubbing and fingering her foe’s juice-oozing snatch and playing with the brunette’s erect, slippery clit, while wrenching back on her trapped fingers. Karen fought with everything she had but it was no good. Holding her rival captive and hurting her in the process, Anna was now completely mastering the Playmate’s strong, sexy body, while hurling insult after insult at her, humiliating the writhing, wailing brunette even further.

It went on for a while, but eventually the pain and humiliation from the younger woman’s physical and verbal assault combined with the feeling of utter helplessness and the mortifying but blissful stimulation of her exposed clit, proved too much for the embattled American beauty to be able to handle. Pushed way too far beyond her limits – both physically and mentally – the 1998 Playmate of the Year finally broke down in tears as an unexpected orgasm suddenly ripped through her body with devastating force, making her scream harshly while she shuddered violently beneath her captor for what seemed an eternity.

Smiling contentedly, certain that the rest would be easy, Anna slowly heaved herself up. Kneeling beside her foe, the blonde repeatedly drove her right fist into Karen’s belly, and each time her hand sank in almost to the wrist. The well-developed abs were still there, but they were unable to tighten after the brutal punishment and heavy workload they had had to cope with throughout the fight, and Karen’s flat stomach offered no resistance to the Russian’s pounding fist. No part of the gorgeous Indiana native offered any resistance any longer. Her battered and exhausted body was completely limp now; the only reaction she displayed to the belly punching was a small amount of air coming out of her gaping mouth with each blow in the form of a strangled, wheezing moan. All of her strength had simply vanished – beaten and squeezed and choked – and ultimately sexed – out of her by a strong and merciless opponent during a grueling, brutal battle – and now the dominant Russian beauty could – and did – handle her almost effortlessly. With her body clearly defeated, all Karen could fight foe with now was her spirit, and it was unlikely that that spirit would last very long against the golden-haired Moscow bombshell’s determined assault which was as relentless as it was cruel.

Breathing heavily, Anna now straddled Karen’s hips and easily pinned the helpless brunette’s arms at her sides with her knees, smiling sweetly even as she dug her claws into the American’s already ravaged breasts, ripping and tearing the soft, vulnerable flesh with savage intensity. Too beaten and worn out to even scream, Karen grimaced in pain and a feeble mewing sound issued forth from her mouth as her breasts were being shredded by the vicious young blonde.

Not satisfied with just clawing her hated rival’s tits, Anna now began punching them, her fists repeatedly smashing into the tender, sweat-covered orbs with loud smacks and causing them to bounce around and jiggle with each blow. Moaning, Karen squirmed feebly underneath her captor, but did not stand a chance of escaping the blonde, who now decided to switch from fists to open palms and began slapping the pinned woman’s tits, drawing more groans from the helpless Playmate.

But despite all of her suffering, Karen still refused to give up, and continued to resist, unable to bear the though of conceding defeat to that loathsome little Russian bitch. Frustrated, Anna now slid forward, sitting on her rival’s chest and, still keeping Karen’s arms securely pinned with her knees, she now started slapping the brunette’s unprotected face with both hands. Karen cursed and bucked weakly, but was completely powerless to do anything. Panting harshly, Anna continued to punish her trapped foe, methodically hitting both sides of the brunette’s face. She did it slowly; the slaps came at a rate of about one per every two seconds, but they were powerful and devastatingly accurate, each one landing flush on either of Karen’s cheeks – both of which were by now beet-red.

“Give it up, bitch!” the gorgeous Moscow native growled, her entire body dripping with sweat as she kept on slapping away, her shapely, naked tits bouncing and swaying wildly with each powerful swing of her slender arms.

Still, the proud Indiana beauty would not give up. She just kept on struggling, twisting and kicking feebly and cursing at her tormentor all the time even though her voice was getting weaker and weaker as she was becoming more and more dazed by the blonde’s heavy slaps that threatened to split her face.

“Fine, you fuckin’ old cow!” Anna panted out, her eyes hard and cold, “If that’s how you want it...”

Determined to achieve victory at all costs, the blonde now placed her left palm right over Karen’s mouth, sealing it off. Karen instantly knew what was going to happen next, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. She had barely had time to draw in a quarter of a breath through her nose, when her nostrils were pinched shut between the Anna’s right thumb and forefinger and she found herself completely unable to breathe.

And she needed to breathe more than ever. The massive physical effort she had put in the intense, lengthy battle had led to her breathing rate increasing a number of times, and now, after only a few short seconds without air, she was in absolute agony. Her oxygen-starved body convulsing violently, she heaved, bucked and kicked in a desperate attempt to somehow get some air into her lungs before she had passed out...or worse.

“Say goodnight, slut!” The gorgeous Russian woman hissed, keeping her soft hands firmly pressed over her rival’s face, smothering the helpless American beauty.

The brunette continued to struggle, squirming weakly, legs pumping in and out, heels plowing the floor, but by now she was beginning to understand that she would not be able to free herself, and panic began to overwhelm her. Feeling her consciousness slipping away, she realized that this was the end of the fight for her, and suddenly all of her resolve was gone as she looked up at her foe with wide-open, pleading eyes. Anna saw this, but she still kept on her smother hold, wanting to make sure Karen would not try to offer any further resistance.

It was hardly necessary.

As soon as the other woman’s hands were lifted off her face, the battered, exhausted and completely dispirited Playmate submitted, begging for mercy in between loud, harsh gasps.

Sitting atop her foe, panting and shaking, Anna grinned broadly in triumph. She was absolutely ecstatic and her chest swelled with pride as she looked down at her pinned rival. Finally, she had defeated Karen and proven that she was better than the smug, overconfident PLAYBOY slut, and had she not been so fuckin’ tired, she would have been on her feet right now, shouting and jumping for joy – that’s how much it meant to her.

But, even though her point was clearly made, the victorious blonde, was not about to just get up and walk away from her defeated foe. She had worked way too hard; had put in way too great an effort and had endured way too much pain for it to simply end like this. She had earned her right to have some fun with the thrashed Playmate and she fully intended to exercise that right. An opportunity to humiliate Karen and teach the overconfident fitness bitch a lesson was something she was definitely not about to pass up.

“Still think you’re such hot stuff, cunt?” Anna growled, slapping Karen’s face.

“Stop...Please stop...I give up, you win!” The beaten American beauty moaned feebly, her eyes filling with tears.

“Stop?” The blonde asked incredulously, raising her eyebrows slightly. “I haven’t even started yet! But don’t worry; I don’t plan on hurtin’ you too much... Stop squirmin’!” She yelled suddenly, slapping the brunette across the face again, drawing a low moan out of her, “Lay still and shut up!”

“Now,” Anna began, brushing her sweat-soaked hair away from her face and seating herself more comfortably on Karen’s chest, “normally, I would just beat you till you pass out for comin’ here thinkin’ you’re somethin’ special, but I guess today is your lucky day since I just happen to need you conscious. You see, for some reason, ever since last night I keep on havin’ this image in my head of you eatin’ me out...

Only seconds ago, Karen had been frightened and dejected. Now, suddenly, she was angrier than ever

“Fuck you, bitch!” The sexy Indiana native snarled. “I’m warnin’ you: you put that sorry-ass Russian cunt of yours anywhere near my mouth, and for the rest of your life you’ll have to make do without a clit!!” the former Playmate of the Year threatened, drawing her lips off her white, even teeth.

“Sorry-ass Russian cunt, huh?” Anna spoke calmly, ignoring Karen’s threat. “And I suppose you think yours is better?”
“I don’t THINK it’s better; I KNOW it’s better!” Karen said, knowing exactly where Anna was going with this, and not minding one little bit. “I’m ten times the woman you’ll ever be, you fuckin’ Ruskie slut; your little girl’s pussy stands about as much chance against mine as you do of ever winnin’ a tennis tournament!!”

“Really?” The blonde growled, now absolutely livid herself. “I guess there’s only one way to find out, bitch!”

Still turned on from her dominance of her rival during the last few minutes, Anna suddenly stretched her legs back and lay on top of the older woman, bringing her mouth down on Karen’s and plunging her tongue down the brunette’s throat.

Even as she was responding to Anna’s kiss, Karen snatched two handfuls of blonde, silky locks and heaved to one side, rolling over and getting on top of the young Russian. She then let go of Anna’s hair, and, still kissing her, grabbed her wrists and tried to pin her arms to the floor. The blonde resisted, and for the next few seconds the two naked, sweat soaked beauties wrestled furiously on the floor, rolling back and forth and groping and kissing fervently, all of their fatigue and pain suddenly forgotten, completely blotted out by rapidly rising passions.

They both knew the score. Having an orgasm meant submission and defeat – it was that simple. So instead of trying to extract maximum enjoyment for herself out of this (as she normally would when with a lover), each woman was now doing her best to deliver as much pleasure as possible to the other.

With her confidence sky-high after her victory over her foe, and being in a somewhat better physical condition then Karen at the moment, Anna was by far the more assertive of the two and eventually managed to get on top of the brunette and pin her arms above her head. Easily holding her weakly struggling American lover/rival down, the Russian beauty squirmed sensually on top of Karen, rubbing her belly and mound against the brunette’s while her wet, slippery tongue kept on wiggling and twirling around inside the Playmate’s mouth. Karen made a few half-hearted attempts to throw the other woman off her, but she could not do it and soon had to abandon the idea, preferring instead to focus on dueling the blonde’s tongue with her own.

Enjoying her dominant position, Anna now began twisting her upper body from side to side, grinding her breasts into Karen’s, still kissing the brunette passionately. As the Russian woman’s stiff nipples flicked against hers, Karen gave a muffled moan of pleasure and suddenly wrenched her arms free of Anna’s grasp and wrapped them tight around the blonde’s neck. She then rolled Anna over and got on top of her, pinning her down. Anna kicked and twisted, but seemed unable to get the American off of her. Karen quickly grabbed the blonde’s wrists and pinned her arms down to the floor, at about the level of her head.

“How do you like that, you little bitch?” Karen asked breathlessly as she began nuzzling on Anna’s neck, slowly licking and sucking her way down towards the pinned Russian beauty’s heaving, glistening breasts.

Anna would have none of it, though. Freeing her arms from Karen’s hands, she grabbed the brunette’s hair with both hands and began pulling, at the same time bucking wildly, and eventually managed to throw the Playmate off.

Almost simultaneously, the two women sat up facing each other, both of them more aroused than ever and impatient to finish this. No words were needed; they both knew what to do. Placing both hands on the floor behind her and propping herself on her extended arms to remain sitting upright, each woman quickly threw her left leg over the other’s right. Without any pause, they both moved forward, at the same time spreading their thighs wide so that their moist, gaping snatches came into contact and pressed firmly against each other. A moment later, their pelvises began twisting and thrusting.

At first, they simply fought with their pussies, smashing and grinding them together as hard as they could as if determined to find out just how much punishment each one could take, but as time wore on, this began to change. Their short, rather jerky pelvic thrusts slowed down and their yelps and grunts of pain became softer, longer moans of pleasure as their hips settled into a steady, continuous rotating motion, the two dripping cunts rubbing together in a fight of a different kind – a fight which both women were equally determined to win.

Furious and humiliated by her, Karen wanted revenge. She knew that she had been well and truly beaten by Anna in their catfight, and she felt that this was her chance to get some payback. The blonde may have been the better fighter – at least on the day – but Karen believed she was still the better woman and was hell-bent on proving it by defeating her Russian rival in a sexfight.

On the other side, Anna wanted this one just as badly. She was still seething with rage from Karen’s earlier derisive remarks and intended to teach the bitch a lesson. “Sorry-ass Russian cunt?! Little Ruskie slut?!” No one talked to her that way and got away with it. Especially not some washed-out American whore whose ass she had just kicked.

Gasping for air, trickles of sweat constantly coming down their faces an bodies, the women slowly ground their slick crotches together. Their open, sopping pussies were glued to each other, throbbing and twitching, while their erect, equal-sized clits flicked back and forth, rubbing together and wrestling for dominance, sending waves of pleasure throughout both heaving, writhing bodies as each woman did her best to make the other reach the top first. On the face of it, it seemed like they were pretty even, but in fact, one of them was at a distinct disadvantage.

Having already been brought to a screaming orgasm by her rival’s expert hand during the final moments of the wild catfight, Karen was now finding it a lot easier to control herself, while Anna was really struggling and had to exercise all of her will power to try and stay in it.

“Oooohh! Miserable old cunt!!” The Russian moaned as Karen’s angry clit pushed aggressively against hers, trying to bend it.
“Aaaaaahhh!! You fuckin’ little bitch!” Karen groaned, feeling the answering thrusts of Anna’s pelvis growing in frequency and intensity.

Both women’s excitement had grown to fever pitch now. Their hips pumping harder and faster than ever, increasingly loud moans came from their wide open mouths and their attractive faces distorted in sweet agony as each could feel herself rapidly approaching a climax. Propping themselves on their hands behind them, the two lifted their asses clean off the floor and bucked their hips furiously, flat, sweat-soaked bellies rippling and heaving as the two gaping, leaking cunts slammed together harder and harder, each trying to grind down and devour the other.

“Nyet!” Anna gasped, shaking her head, her eyes screwed shut. “Nyet! Nnnnyeeet! AAAAAAHHH!” she was only moments away from an orgasm and she could barely stand it. Her entire body quivering, she was grateful for the sweat running down her face as it did not allow her rival to see the tears spilling from her eyes – that’s how hard she was trying to hold back the tremendous pressure that had been building inside her since she had began dominating Karen towards the end of their fight.

Karen was not in much better shape herself. Her flushed, sweaty face twitching, she was shaking her head violently and biting her lip in an attempt to stay in control of her own body. Normally, she would have succumbed to the overwhelming need for release long ago, but her pride combined with her intense hatred for the other woman and her desperate desire to prove herself better than the Russian bitch kept her going and helped her to somehow cope.

Exhausted and breathless, the two beauties could not sustain the frantic pace and their movements slowed down almost to a crawl, as they once again lowered their bodies and sat down on the floor. There was no longer any back and forward or sideways motion of their hips; they simply pressed their glistening crotches together as hard as they could, their firm, glistening bellies undulating and contorting, as each woman tried to use her cunt muscles to somehow force the other into an orgasm. They were both teetering on the edge now and the tears were flowing freely down their faces, mixing with the sweat as they snarled and cursed at each other in helpless fury, each woman having about as little control of herself as she did of her rival. Their eyes were shut tight, only opening for a brief glance at the other’s face, and every time this happened, there was nothing but sheer desperation in each set as each woman was hanging on by a thread and just about ready to give in.

Their screams and groans nearly turning to sobs, the two were now almost still as they sat on the floor face to face with their pussies pressed into each other, their free-flowing juices seeping out and mixing on the floor beneath them as each beauty struggled to somehow maneuver her sex into a better position.

“Give it up, bitch; you got nothin’!” Karen groaned, panting and grimacing.

“I got more than you, whore!” Anna replied, her mouth hanging open, sucking air.

Trembling, feeling like their entire bodies were about to explode, both women wailed as their swollen, throbbing cunts mashed into each other, the two hard, slippery clits continuing their intense duel. With nearly all their energy gone and their hips no longer moving, they only fought with their pussies, each one straining every muscle in her groin to the limit and beyond to secure some advantage for her clit.

“Nasty American whore!” The blonde snarled in Russian, pushing her crotch harder against the brunette’s.

“Fuckin’ Russian slut!” Karen replied, pushing right back. She did not know exactly what Anna said, but could easily figure out the gist of it and felt obliged to return the compliment as she pressed her pussy against the blonde’s as hard as she could.

Two seconds, Anna’s already stretched cunt-lips suddenly spread even wider – not much, but enough to encompass Brooke’s snatch completely.

“DAAAAA!” The young Russian beauty growled proudly, an expression of savage triumph appearing on her lovely face as shifted her hips and slid her pussy on top of Karen’s in the dominant position.

“NNNNNOOO!” The American woman wailed, trying desperately to respond, but by now her sex had opened up to its limit, and no matter how much she strained, it still remained buried beneath her rival’s engulfing labia.

Having achieved this all-important psychological advantage, Anna was all of a sudden finding it a lot easier to control herself and stave off her orgasm, while using her sex to attack the other woman’s more effectively. Adjusting her body again, she thrust with her hips and sent her clit forward and up, jamming it under the hood of the brunette’s clit. Karen moaned and Anna repeated the move three more times, each thrust sending shock waves throughout the brunette’s sweat-soaked body and causing it to vibrate like a taut rope.

“AAAAAHHH! BITCH!!” Karen groaned as Anna’s clit circled hers while pressing hard against it.

Completely overrun by passion, the American woman simply lost control of her body. Her weakened arms buckled behind her, unable to support the weight of her torso and she flopped down on her back, moaning loudly and squeezing her own breasts. Panting harshly, her chest heaving up and down, Anna moved forward, propping herself on her right hand behind her, placing her left hand on Karen’s undulating belly to keep the Playmate’s body pinned to the floor. The blonde then adjusted her pelvis again, pinning the brunette’s hot, slick, wriggling pussy beneath her own pulsating snatch. Once she had her rival where she wanted her, the Russian beauty quickly moved in for the kill, throwing everything she had at the pinned woman’s exposed sex, her super-hard, thrusting clit assaulting the American’s clit relentlessly, crowding it, overpowering it, forcing it back…

A series of loud, throaty moans came from Karen’s wide-open mouth and her face twitched and twisted uncontrollably. She was on the brink of orgasm and having her rival’s stiff, slippery clit constantly flicking and rubbing hers was inexorably pushing her over the edge. Sensing that she was about to climax any moment now, she knew that her only chance was to somehow make the other woman come first, and she fought back desperately. Groaning louder than ever, she thrust upwards with her hips as best she could, trying frantically to maneuver her pinned body into some position that would allow her to assail her rival’s sex more effectively, striving to use her clit to counter the blonde’s. It was no use. She was losing and could do nothing about it. Engulfed and pinned by the Russian woman’s scorching, grinding sex, Karen’s snatch was clearly being overwhelmed and was fading fast.

“You’re finished, slut!” Anna panted, sensing victory. “Look at me!” She commanded, her hips pumping rhythmically, her clit mashing Karen’s into oblivion. “I want you to be looking at me when your weak body is surrendering to mine; see what a real woman looks like when she’s out-fuckin’ some old, washed-up PLAYBOY whore! I said look at me, you bitch!”

Driven nearly out of her mind with desire, Karen didn’t have the will to resist the younger woman’s authoritative voice and looked up at Anna while gasping and moaning beneath the blonde. The Playmate’s eyes were begging for release now as she tried to focus them on Anna’s face, her entire body on fire and trembling as she was being sucked deeper and deeper into the vortex of passion.
“What’s my name, bitch?” The Moscow beauty growled, fucking the pinned American woman mercilessly “Say my fuckin’ name, cunt! Say it! Scream it! Scream, bitch...Scream... SCREAM!!” Anna’s voice rose higher as she worked her cunt faster and faster against Karen’s.

Karen was literally howling now, shaking her head violently from side to side, her long, sweat-soaked hair whipping about her face. Anna stepped up her onslaught, her lithe, shapely, glistening body heaving and writhing in a frenzied fashion, each movement causing her naked breasts to swing back and forth and jiggle incessantly, drops of sweat literally flying off the pink, stiff nipples.

Suddenly, the blonde stopped thrusting and remained completely motionless for a second, panting and gasping, her glistening torso expanding and contracting with her heavy breathing. Her slick mound pressing hard against Karen’s, Anna now began rapidly tightening and relaxing her cunt muscles, while keeping the rest of her body still, her sex now vibrating on top of the other woman’s at a frenetic pace. Faster and faster the young Russian beauty shook her sexy ass faster and faster, groaning and grunting in effort as she pumped and flexed right where it counted, her pussy crushing and dominating Karen’s defeated pussy, while her hard, throbbing clit effortlessly bent the American woman’s now powerless clit, pinned it down, and crushed it into submission.

“NNO! OH GOD NO! OHGODOHGODOHGOD! NNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

Karen suddenly stiffened and then began shuddering violently, finally brought to an earth-shattering climax. Jerking and thrashing around on the floor in a pool of her own sweat, the beaten Indiana beauty was screaming the ONLY name she ever wanted to scream during sex at the top of her lungs, again and again, as she experienced a series of multiple orgasms that seemed to have no end and nearly caused her to pass out. On top of Karen’s, Anna’s voracious cunt was a living, breathing, pulsating, sucking thing that was rapidly draining all of the brunette’s sexual energy, leaving her completely helpless.

By the time Anna finally lifted her triumphant womanhood from Karen’s spent pussy, the 1998 Playmate of the Year was lying on her back totally limp – a gasping, drooling, teary-eyed beautiful wreckage.

And still, the golden-haired siren was not done.

“Was that the best you can do, bitch?” Anna muttered, half-triumphantly, half-incredulously, wanting to really rub it in. “Just as I thought: pathetically weak, like all American women!

Getting no response from the barely-conscious Karen, and frustrated by the fact that her victim had found refuge in the afterglow of one of the most intense sexual experiences of her life and was, at least for the moment, well out of reach for any further carnal attacks, Anna was still determined to make the most of the opportunity while it was still there. Besides, she herself was excruciatingly near the top and was in bad need of a release.

Rolling Karen onto her belly, Anna now straddled the back of the brunette’s thighs and then moved forward, sliding her wet pussy right over Karen’s ass, rubbing it steadily back and forth. Karen mewled indignantly and tried to struggle, but was much too worn out. Anna simply grabbed the Playmate’s wrists and easily bent her arms behind her back in a double hammerlock. Cursing, Karen squirmed and twisted to and fro, but could do nothing.

“Let go of me, you nasty little bitch!” The prone American beauty squealed, bucking and kicking feebly beneath the blonde.

Instead of answering, Anna pushed herself up on her knees before wrapping her arms around the brunette’s waist and pulling upwards. Trapped in the Russian woman’s tight embrace, Karen groaned as her lower body was lifted up so that she was now on her knees with her face and arms down on the floor and her ass jutting straight up in the air. Kneeling between her beaten rival’s legs, Anna held on to the limp Playmate and, pressing the front of her pelvis against Karen’s ass, now began thrusting forward while rotating her hips, grinding her mound into the two firm, sweat-slick globes that stuck up so invitingly.

“NO! STOP IT, YOU BITCH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOIN’?” Karen moaned, her exhausted body hanging in Anna’s arms like a wrung-out rag.

“What the hell does it look like, hon? I’m fuckin’ your perfect little American ass! You’re not the only one that has a thing for “bubble butts”!” Anna grinned maliciously, rubbing herself harder and harder against the Playmate’s firm, beautifully-rounded, glistening derriere, sucking her breath through her teeth and closing her eyes in pleasure as her mound slid smoothly over the hot, slippery skin of the taut buttocks, mashing the supple flesh back and forth.

Karen had gathered that much without being told. Even without the use of a dildo, without penetration of any kind, the nature of the Russian’s simple act was as meaningful as it was brazen, and the feisty brunette struggled against it with everything she had, which was…exactly nothing. Her once-powerful, hard, well-muscled body completely depleted of all energy, the proud Indiana beauty just knelt there, utterly helpless in her younger foe’s lean, strong arms, and having little choice but to take it like a woman. And take it she did; body limp, ass up, face beet-red in mortification, and thoughts of murder running through her mind, the defeated, enfeebled Playmate whimpered softly as the horrid little Russian bitch owned her ass – literally.

Aroused beyond belief by her dominance of the strong, sexy American woman, as much as by the physical contact with the latter’s superbly sculpted, hot, sweat-soaked body, Anna continued humping away. The friction of the constant rubbing of her mound against Karen’s flesh, albeit reduced by the sweat, still enough to cause a series of constant tugs on the hood of her clit, and each thrust of her hips was bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Unable to resist the temptation, the blonde now held on to her rival’s waist with just one arm, using her other hand to repeatedly smack Karen’s buttock and hip, while verbally taunting the brunette in both English and Russian. Then, moments later, Anna threw her head back and screamed harshly, over and over again, as an almighty orgasm ripped through her, causing her slim, toned body to shudder and convulse uncontrollably before finally collapsing on top of the other woman’s, flattening her to the floor on her belly.

It took several minutes for Anna to catch her breath and regain some sense, but as soon as she felt she could move, she rose up on her knees and rolled Karen’s unresisting body over – even though it took her quite a while to do it. Panting, the Russian beauty got on top of her rival in a full body press, grabbing Karen’s wrists and pinning them to the floor above her head. Karen moaned and tried to struggle, but it was no use. The blonde had more strength left than she did and could hold her down easily. Tears began to well up in the sexy fitness model’s eyes as her strong, well-developed arms remained pinned to the floor above her head despite all her efforts to move them.

“Who’s got the better pussy now, bitch? Who’s the winner? Huh? Who’s the better woman?” Anna sneered, enjoying the feeling of the other woman’s weakened belly knotting and squirming beneath hers. Even Karen’s mighty breast seemed defeated now. The silicon implants were still there, holding their shape, but the flesh itself seemed to have lost its firmness and Anna’s smaller, young tits were now pushing deep into Karen’s pair, flattening them out, while the Russian’s smallish stiff nipples were virtually drilling into the brunette’s larger, but now much softer nips.

“Fuck you!” Karen rasped out, squirming and kicking feebly, stubbornly refusing to admit the obvious.

“Didn’t we just try that?” The Russian pin-up smiled sweetly, her face inches above that of the beaten brunette. “Remember what happened?”

The shot told. Her eyes darkening with humiliation, Karen barely managed to suppress a choked sob as she lay flat on her back beneath the blonde.

“Well, you may have nothing to SAY, but you have something to show!” Anna said evenly as she raised her upper body and slid forward so that her naked, glistening breasts were directly above Karen’s face. “You’re gonna show me you know who the better woman is!”

“Lick it!” The sexy Moscow native ordered practically shoving her right breast into Karen’s mouth.

Hesitating for a moment, the brunette finally stuck out her tongue and slowly licked the underside of Anna’s breast.

“That’s a good –-”

Anna’s smug expression disappeared in a flash and was replaced by a grimace of agony, a piercing shriek bursting out of her mouth. The American woman had abruptly withdrawn her wet, silky tongue and replaced it with her hard, gleaming white teeth, sinking them deep into the blonde’s soft flesh.

Still screaming, Anna jerked backwards and rolled off of Karen, getting to her feet.

Karen too started to get up, and eventually managed to do so, even though in her exhausted state the “feat” took her nearly half a minute to accomplish. It did not matter. As far as Karen was concerned, no degree of exhaustion would stop her from exacting her revenge. Beaten and humiliated like never before, the proud American beauty was beside herself with fury. No one got away with what that little bitch had done to her. She would kill the slut. She did not now exactly how, but she would do it. Right now.

Blinded by rage and pain, unable to think straight, Karen attacked. There was a crazed look in her eyes as she lunged forward, crying and slavering with rage, both hands reaching for the Russian woman’s throat. Anna simply sidestepped the charging brunette, got hold of her left arm with both hands and spun her around hurling her against the nearest wall. Carried mostly by her own momentum Karen slammed into the wall face first, screaming as her breasts were flattened between the hard surface and her own ribcage.

In an instant, Anna was behind the brunette. Grabbing Karen’s hair with her left hand and pushing her face into the wall, the blonde drove her right fist four times into the Playmate’s right kidney with almost surgical precision. The blows were really hard, each one striking Karen’s flesh with a loud smack, drawing a low, choked cry from her and causing her whole body to jerk convulsively.

Lost in a sea of pain, every last ounce of strength having left her body, Karen slowly sank to her knees, her fingernails scratching feebly at the wall in futile search of some support. Anna was sill holding on to the brunette’s hair with her left hand and now gave it a pull. The American woman groaned and sprawled on her back, limp and spread-eagled.

Seeing the Russian woman towering above her and unable to do anything to continue fighting or to defend herself against any attack, the helpless, battered Indiana native knew there was only one thing left for her to do.

Karen had once taught at a preschool level, but her knowledge of the English language went much deeper than that. Simply put, she had a vastly rich vocabulary, and in the space of several minutes Anna got practically all of it. During that time, the blonde was called every name in the book, plus many others that were not there. At least ten new species of things most foul were invented just so that Anna could be identified with them. Suggestions and wishes of what could and should do, and what should happen to her were offered generously: most of them impractical, some – physically impossible. Threats of various fates – each one much more terrible than the previous, and every single one much worse than mere death – were also issued freely, with some of those hastily constructed on the spur of the moment plans also defying the known laws of physics.

Oddly enough, her rival’s passionate, highly offensive monologue did not seem to anger Anna. Quite the opposite – with each word from Karen’s mouth, the blonde smiled wider and wider, till she was positively beaming. English not being her native tongue, Anna nonetheless deeply appreciated and admired Karen’s verbal prowess. As far as the young Russian babe was concerned, there lay a woman truly worthy of respect – a conviction that strengthened with each passing moment of listening to the steady stream of insults, curses, and threats which tumbled over each other from the gorgeous Playmate’s luscious lips, and which were getting more and more intricate and imaginative with each word uttered.

Finally, after nearly three minutes of what was in effect and exhibition in offensive language by a talented and well-versed exponent of the science, it ended. Finding it necessary to breathe, Karen stemmed the flow of obscenities and just lay there staring venomously up at her rival.

“Finished?” Anna asked calmly, neither her voice nor her relaxed posture containing any traces of threat or malice.

Fresh out of energy, breath, words, and options, Karen just nodded silently.

“No, I mean, are you FINISHED?” The blonde stressed heavily upon the last word, and received another nod of affirmation.

“Good! I win then?” Anna purred.

Karen pondered the claim in the form of a question and found it to be a legitimate one. She had been in a good deal of fights over the years – in school, at university, at the Mansion, as well as some other places – and she had won a good deal more than she had lost, but that was not to say that she did not know when she had come out at the wrong end of a scrap. She had been bested today, and she knew it. No doubts, no excuses – she had simply had her ass handed to her by the younger woman. She had fought with everything she had; had given it her all, as she always had, except that this time it simply had not been enough. She still could not understand how it had happened, but the fact remained: The Russian slut had beaten her, and – as if this had not been enough – she had nearly screwed her brains out, which made the whole experience as painful and as humiliating as it was maddening. The ridiculousness of the situation nearly made Karen laugh out loud. She really had not seen this one coming. For some reason, she had really considered Anna to be very near the bottom of the list of people who could get the better of her. She had faced many an opponent whom she had initially seen as very likely to give her a hiding, only to end up on top of them and have them beg for mercy; this loss was a huge shock to her, indeed. “Who would’ve thought the bitch is that tough”, the brunette thought rather bitterly to herself, suddenly acutely aware of her aching…everything. “She may suck at tennis, but she sure as Hell can handle herself in a fight! She can fuck, too, the little tramp!”

“I win, right?” Anna persisted, this time with a steely edge to her voice, snapping Karen out of her reverie.

Seeing no point in arguing with the facts, the sexy brunette merely shrugged, still struggling to catch her breath, as well as to control the uncomfortable mixture of respect and fear she now felt for the younger woman.

“Good!” Anna said. “Then we’re done here! You can go now! And don’t ever come back!”

The blonde meant every word, but even she herself was not entirely sure whether she was giving an order or pleading. The truth was that Anna was afraid of Karen just as much as Karen was afraid of her. Even though she had won the fight, she had long realized she had made a mistake in tangling with the hard-bodied, hard-headed Playmate. She liked a challenge, yes, but she definitely did not like getting killed, and in Anna’s opinion, Karen had come closer to doing just that than anybody Anna had ever met. She was not at all sure she could beat Karen the next time, and was sincerely hoping there would be no next time. All she wanted now was to see the brunette’s back and never have to meet her again – even if it meant ducking and diving into alleys and crossing the street when she saw Karen coming.

“Come on, slut, get your things and go!” Anna urged, prodding Karen’s supine form with her foot. “Get out of here!”

“Fuck you, bitch, I was invited!” Karen said, and Anna burst out laughing.

“OK.” The blonde replied, still chuckling and very much regretting the fact as it made her battered belly really hurt. “You can stay tonight. I have the place all to myself for a few days; maybe we can have a little rematch?” Anna said, silently hoping that any such activities were limited strictly to the sexfight and the actual fight was given a miss altogether. I don’t think I’m actually through with you.”

“That’s good, ‘cause I’M certainly not through with YOU!” Karen suddenly grinned, despite the pain that ravaged her entire body. Somehow, she felt dead sure she would lose again if she fought Anna, but she was still willing to do everything she could to prove herself wrong…

WARNING:

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