It was a hot and humid night the air was sticky. The flicker of lighting could be seen off in the distance, and the echo of thunder filled the sky. It was a bit before 8pm, and in less than an hour Cindy’s archrival would be showing up for what was supposed to be the final chapter.
Cindy took a quick dip in the pool, her one-piece black spandex bathing suit filled out quite nicely. Her 6 foot frame was exquisite, her long brunette hair shimmered as the distant storm framed her perfectly. As Cindy stood in the pool, waist high, elbow on the deck, she began to think hard about her nearly 10 year running battle with Marie. It all started years ago, when both were up and coming stars in the league. Cindy always seemed to have the upper hand on the 5’8” beauty. It wasn’t for Marie trying; in-fact Cindy would be the first to admit that the little brunette was by far her toughest foe. Cindy even under stood why the little bitch hated her. (Saying many times that if every time I fought Marie, and seemed to always lose, sometimes on a fluke, I would hate her too.) The truth was, was that Cindy didn’t hate Marie. She respected her, yet she had always found it beyond her power to allow the little spitfire to win. In reality, the 10-year war between the 2 had accounted for some 121 matches, and Officially Cindy had won 101, while Marie had won 18, with 2 draws. A lopsided accounting, but it didn’t tell the whole story. Many of those matches came down to the end, and in nail biting fashion Cindy squeaked out the win.
Finally after 10 years of frustration, Marie asked Cindy for a private match
Where the two would be free of prying eyes, and most importantly for Marie, free of rules. Marie desperately wanted to murder Cindy. For weeks Marie had been filled with bloodlust. Her every waking thought devoted to how feeling Cindy’s life slip away at her fingertips would fill her with pleasure. Her every dream at night had her harshly compressing Cindy’s windpipe, until Cindy went limp, and then holding her grip for hours, basking in her glow of Cindy’s defeat. Marie also knew she risked much for this match. Cindy seemed to always win, and with no rules, and nobody to pull them apart Cindy just might do her in. But obsessed with Cindy, Marie was willing to risk it all in one final match.
Just before 9pm, the doorbell rang. Cindy, who was toweling off, knew it was her little, ferocious warrior. Cindy opened the door, and asked Marie in. Marie, wearing her usual black nylon-jogging suit strode into the living room, took off her coat, and threw it into the couch. For a minute both women just stared at Each other, neither saying a word. Then Cindy said, Marie, (long pause) are you still serious about going through with this fight. Marie, wearing her black jogging pants, and a black spandex tube top said absolutely. Cindy took a deep breath, and said, Marie I have a few things to say to you. I don’t hate you Marie, I respect you, and I would hate to have to kill you, but if this match gets out of hand, I will kill you if I have to. Marie smiled, oh; you don’t hate me, what are you a bit nervous? Cindy looked at the floor, and then snapped, yes Marie, your good enough to win, and I don’t want my last memory to be of you choking the life out of me. Marie again smiled, well that’s the plan. She then said, when do we get this show on the road? Cindy said, if your still willing to do it then lets go to my bedroom, we’ll fight there. The two gorgeous women headed for Cindy’s bedroom. As soon as Cindy had closed and locked the bedroom door, Marie shoved Cindy to the ground.
LET THE WAR BEGIN!!!
Marie quickly hoped on Cindy’s back, wrapping her arm around Cindy’s neck. With the other hand Marie cruelly jammed her thumb into Cindy’s undefended windpipe pushing it as deep as it would go. Cindy gagged; the presence of a thumb embedded deep into her airway wasn’t on Cindy’s top 10 things to do list. It hurt like mad, and Cindy frantically pried at Marie’s hands. Tears ran down Cindy’s face. With all her strength Cindy rolled to her side, pushing Marie off her. Marie crashed to the floor, hitting her head on the floor. While Marie rubbed her aching head, Cindy rubbed her red throat. Cindy hoarsely said, you little cunt, that was nasty. Marie, knowing she had let a quick easy victory slip out of her grasp, shot back, that’s just the beginning you f-ing whore. Cindy knew Marie was out for blood now, and she would have to ignite her own bloodlust if she wanted to come out of this match alive. It wouldn’t take much, Marie was like a wildcat, she shook from head to toe, she was consumed with bloodlust now, and Cindy used Marie’s lust to feed her own. Marie made it to her feet first, charging Cindy. Cindy, the ever-present fight technician used Marie’s eagerness to destroy her against her. Cindy raised her shoulder up, and as Marie reached her, Cindy rammed her shoulder into Marie’s gut. Marie quickly doubled over in pain. Without missing a beat, Cindy reached into Marie’s pants and grabbed a handful of pussy. Marie howled, as the pain set in. Cindy continued her grip, finally bringing Marie to her knees. Once Marie had been brought to her knees, Cindy wrapped both hands around Marie’s throat, and proceeded to squeeze Marie’s airway closed. Marie needed to respond quickly, her stomach, her crotch, and now her throat were in pain. Marie kept her senses, she pinched Cindy’s nose closed, and covered her mouth. Now Cindy was also without oxygen. The room was filled with grunts and moans, each woman doing her best to inflict as much pain on the other as possible. For nearly a minute, both women went without oxygen. Their lungs burned, their body’s weakening, but neither ready to surrender. Finally Cindy released her grip first. Marie also released her grip at about the same time. Both women panting and sweating profusely. Marie knew she had once again let a match slip out of her grasp. Cindy had relinquished her grip first, but Marie had been unable to keep Cindy’s mouth and nose closed, if she could have just held her grip on Cindy’s nose and mouth a few seconds longer, she would be choking Cindy’s lifeless body by now. Cindy knew she had been lucky to escape, Cindy thrived on snatching victories from Marie, and once again she had done it. Marie crawled over to Cindy, this time Marie grabbed both of Cindy’s tits, and gave them a nasty twist. Cindy screamed out, but being the professional she was, she immediately went on the assault, punching Marie squarely in the throat, making a sick thud sound when she connected. khaaaaaaaaaa, Marie moaned, her throat feeling crushed, reeled backwards. Cindy paused, she needed to rest, but she feasted on watching Marie writhe in agony. Finally Cindy crawled over to Marie, and this time picked Marie up, and tossed her on the bed. Cindy then grabbed Marie around the waist, and put her in a bear hug. Cindy squeezed as hard as she could, Marie groaned, her body limp. A few minutes passed, and Cindy, beginning to feel mercy for Marie, asked Marie, do you give. Marie didn’t respond, instead Marie once again jammed her thumb deep into Cindy’s windpipe. Cindy panicked, she needed to end Marie’s attempt to make a comeback, and she needed to get Marie’s thumb out of her windpipe. Cindy turned with Marie still being bear hugged, and thumb still imbedded deep into her throat, and walked Marie close to the edge of the bed. With Marie’s legs wide open, Cindy with all her might, pulled Marie’s snatch down on top of the pointed bedpost. Marie’s snatch crashed hard onto the hard pointed bedpost, making a wicked cracking sound as it hit. Marie quickly folded onto the bed like a crumbled paper. Cindy now knew the match was over. Cindy calmly climbed on top of Marie, and kneed her in the crotch before wrapping both hands around Marie’s precious throat. Marie’s throat felt welcomed to Cindy, as her wicked little fingers went to work, squeezing Marie’s oxygen tube closed. Marie whispered for Mercy, but Cindy wasn’t looking to show the little bitch any mercy. Cindy yelled, would you have shown me mercy bitch? Marie said nothing; her eyes searched Cindy’s eyes for compassion, silently pleading for her life. Cindy soaked in every moment now. Marie was in trouble and begging for her life. Cindy could feel her crotch begin to swell; this excited her, seeing her rival desperately try to hang onto consciousness, feeling her fingers wrapped tightly around Marie’s little throat. Just as Marie passed out Cindy released her grip. She couldn’t bring herself to finish Marie off after all she didn’t really hate Marie. Cindy lay next to Marie, rubbing her hand. Finally 15 minutes later Marie was awake. Marie slowly sat up, looked into Cindy’s eyes, and gently kissed her. Marie whispered, Cindy thank you for not killing me, I owe you.
Cindy wondered how Marie would someday pay her back!!!
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