The Suite
by
Damon

Kathleen awoke and readied for work, still somewhat humiliated at the way
Jennifer had pinned her to the gymnasium mat and brutally bare-handedly
strangled her unconscious in their previous encounter the week before. But as
she drove in that morning, a smile creased the brunette's lips, as she knew
how she was going to exact her revenge upon her perpetual rival the next time
they squared off - and soon.

She walked into the arena and prepared to go up front to the receptionist's
desk to challenge Jennifer to a new match, but Jenn wasn't there. She didn't
have to go too far, though, as Jennifer was by Kathleen's desk in the back
when the brunette got to her cubicle at exactly nine o'clock.

"Fashionably late today, I see," smirked the redhead as she rested her sweet
ass against the edge of Kathleen's desk, arms folded across her ample chest.

"Oh, shut up, Jenn, I get in at this time every day," snapped the
equally-busty Kathleen, who brushed right past her rival to seat herself at
her desk and turn on her computer. Both women were dressed in jackets and
skirts, Jennifer in dark blue, Kathleen in beige. Both wore high heels and
sheer pantyhose that showed off their long, tapering legs.

"Not hoping you were going to avoid me, I hope," goaded Jenn, eager to needle
Kathleen about her loss in their last fight.

"No, not at all," smiled Kathleen. "In fact, I was hoping I'd run into you
soon.

"Why?"

"To ask you when you wanted to go at it again."

Now it was Jennifer's turn to smile.

"Why? You eager to get beaten again so soon?"

"No. Just to kick your little ass."

Jennifer looked back, half-disbelieving, half-mocking.

"Want a little revenge, do we?"

Kathleen nodded, still smiling.

"Well," cooed Jennifer, moving away from the desk, "how about tonight, then,
in one of the suites?" The hockey team they both worked for recently had
moved into a state-of-the art-arena, complete with forty private luxury
suites ringing the upper stands. The suites were large, spacious, and
expensive - the perfect place for a private catfight between two beautiful,
eager babes. Especially since there was no event scheduled for the arena
tonight, and the entire place would be barren.

"Sounds great," grinned Kathleen. "How about seven o'clock?"

"Fine by me," retorted the redhead. "I'll bring the key and open it up. They
cleaned the suites last night, so no one will bother us. Then we can get down
to business - just you and me."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," smiled Kathleen once more, and then she
turned to her computer ...

... and suddenly felt hands gripping her throat and squeezing hard. She
gasped in pain, and then looked up to see Jennifer leaning into the cubicle
and choking her.

"Just to let you know, Kath, it was GREAT choking you last time, and I just
wanted to feel your throat in my hands again, to get me through the day
before I REALLY put it to you tonight." She pressed her thumbs deeper into
Kathleen's throat, watched the brunette begin to suffer even more, eyes shut
tight.

Kathleen was in severe pain at Jennifer's strong hands about her neck, but
she retaliated by reaching up and clamping one hand over Jenn's mouth and
pinching the redhead's nostrils shut with the other, effectively suffocating
her opponent. Jenn went wide-eyed at her sudden lack of breath, but she only
bore down even more with both her hands about Kathleen's slender neck.

For long moments they reveled in each other's agony, both unwilling to
relent, both unable to breathe, until finally they heard voices from
elsewhere in the office and quickly broke off their respective attacks. They
then gasped and breathed deeply, chests heaving with exertion through silk
blouses, as they eyed each other hatefully.

"Tonight no one saves you," threatened Jennifer in a low voice, one finger to
her lips as if admonishing Kathleen to keep silent about this. "Tonight
you're mine, baby!"

"Right back at you, bitch!" snarled Kathleen softly, and then the redhead was
on her way back up front.

Kathleen rubbed her throat gingerly with one hand, trying to kneed away the
residual pain, but she soon started smiling again.

Oh, Jennifer was going to be in for a REAL surprise tonight, she thought. A
real surprise, indeed.

TBC

The workday ended, and with a deep breath, Kathleen made her way from her
desk to the elevator that led upstairs to the arena suites. She had eaten
late today - around two o'clock or so - because she didn't want to fight on a
full stomach. And she knew she was going to be in a real fight, as her
battles with Jennifer were truly savage struggles. The two beauties would
bite, punch, kick, pull hair, squeeze breasts, claw eyes, strangle, smother -
you name it, they had done it to one another in nearly twelve months of both
nude and bikinied tussling, neither able to sustain an advantage over the
other for long. They would both be battered and bruised, and exhausted and
sore after each of their many bouts, but they kept themselves in good shape
to minimize the battering their bodies took, and the feeling of victory over
the other woman was exhilarating, almost like an elixir.

Kathleen paced nervously as the elevator ascended to the next-to-last level
of the King County Arena, arms folded across her silk-sheathed breasts. She
could still feel Jennifer's hands squeezing about her throat from that
morning, and inwardly she shuddered at the prospect of Jennifer strangling
her senseless tonight, which would undoubtedly happen unless she took the
redhead out first. Kathleen could give as good as she got in the catfighting
and choking department, but it often took all her effort to escape when she
was on the receiving end.

And Jennifer loved to choke Kathleen, as often and as brutally as possible
whenever they came to grips. More than once the redhead had choked the
brunette out cold, hands squeezing like a vise about Kathleen's slender neck,
thumbs and fingers like steel as Kathleen coughed for air to no avail until
finally she passed out in pain. Like Kathleen, Jennifer was a shapely, pretty
thing, but definitely not a bodybuilder or avid weightlifter. Her looks,
though, belied the sheer power in her soft hands, the strength in her grip
simply unbelievable.
There had been several fights where Kathleen thought that those gripping,
squeezing hands had almost ended her life, as Jennifer would latch them onto
Kathleen's neck and squeeze mercilessly as Kathleen gasped and gurgled for
air that wasn't coming into her burning lungs ...

The brunette would tug away at Jennifer's wrists like mad with both hands,
trying to break free, often futilely, only getting loose when she landed a
punch or kick or knee - or else failed to do any of those, and simply went
under after being choked for a long while. Kathleen wondered how long her
luck would hold out, before the redhead one day choked her to death, but then
she knew if she was worried about that, she had no business fighting Jennifer
in the first place. And the humiliation of being mocked by Jenn for refusing
to fight would be even more unbearable than being strangled by her. Besides,
thought the brunette, I've gotten her pretty good a few times myself, and she
smiled as she recalled her two-handed torture of her arch-rival - hands
gripping the redhead's throat, Jennifer's eyes and tongue bulging out as she
tried in vain to break free, failed, and finally collapsed unconscious.

Fuck it, thought Kathleen. That bitch starts choking me, I'll give her what's
coming to her in spades. Then I'll give it to my boyfriend later on in
victory, she mused - the boyfriend she hardly ever saw, thanks to her many
fights with Jennifer that seemed to take up all her free time, whether in the
fights themselves or simply in preparing for them. Kathleen's boyfriend knew
nothing of the fights, as neither did Jennifer's boyfriend, although both
women had contemplated having the two couples square off naked, no holds
barred, more than once. But in the end it always came back to the two women,
totally disdainful of one another, who felt they should settle things between
them, au natural, with no one else present. The feeling of wrapping herself
naked about Jennifer and trying to squeeze the life out of her foe was just
as good to Kathleen as the brunette wrapping herself naked about her
boyfriend and ...

She was jogged back to the present by the chime of the elevator, and after
the doors parted she deliberately made her way to Suite 220, not slowing down
lest she think too much more of the impending struggle. Upon reaching the
suite, she found the door part way open, and entered the large room quietly
to find Jennifer sitting there on the arm of a beige-colored velour couch,
waiting patiently. The brunette closed the door behind her and locked the
latch, never taking her brown eyes off her hated opponent.

"Well, look who's here," chided Jennifer mockingly, hands crossed on her
thighs, long legs crossed one knee over the other.

"Knock it off, Jenn, you knew I'd show up," retorted Kathleen coldly.

"No, you're no coward," replied the redhead. "But you are an idiot."

"Oh, fuck you, you whore," snapped the brunette.

"Oooh, I'm so hurt," grinned Jenn. "Touched a little nerve there, huh? Don't
worry, sweetie, I'll squeeze all your problems away ..." and she began
kneading her hands in front of her in a choking fashion, fingers interlocked.

"Better watch you own neck before I break it, bitch," growled Kathleen
menacingly. "Now let's quit stalling and get to it!" Kathleen then kicked off
her heels and began stripping down for action.

"You'll be sorry you ever challenged me, slut!" snapped Jennifer, who rose up
off the chair arm and slid out of her shoes to begin shedding her expensive
clothing as well. After their footwear, their jackets and blouses went next,
followed by their stockings, before their lace panties and bras were shed
like a second skin and flung away to far corners of the suite, leaving both
beauties set to battle in their birthday suits.

Jennifer ascended the short stairs from the seating area to the entrance
landing, next to the kitchenette and bar, to stand just a few feet away from
her equally-nude opponent.

"If you want to back out, well, it's too late now," grinned Jennifer evilly
as she settled into a wrestler's crouch, arms and legs spread wide, toes
digging into the plush gray rug for support.

"Don't make me laugh, I want this as much as you do," growled Kathleen, also
crouching down. Icy glares locked together, each woman staring at the other,
each grudgingly admitting in her mind that the other really had a beautiful
body. Soon, though, much too soon, those fabulous naked forms would be
streaked with scratches, bruises, sweat and blood in their latest struggle
for supremacy. Long live the queen, or at least the victress.

Slowly, hesitatingly, they advanced on one another, short-nailed hands
upraised, bare feet treading lightly. They closed, and closed, and closed ...
and then they screamed together, an eerie mutual banshee wail, before they
surged forward and reached out to latch onto each other's pert bare breasts
and began squeezing with all their considerable strength ...

TBC

The battle had been joined, and both women were getting the worst of it, bare
hands squeezing each other's firm breasts like silly putty, fingers caving in
the soft flesh as both beauties wailed in pain, neither able to take control.
The stalemate continued, neither woman willing to relent, neither willing to
admit surrender, even as they twisted and shuffled about the floor, sharp
thunderbolts of pain shooting through their ample chests as they squeezed and
squeezed and squeezed ...

It's time, thought Kathleen to herself, and without warning she suddenly
bared her teeth and snapped her head forward to sink her fangs into
Jennifer's collarbone. Jennifer's shriek was blood curdling as Kathleen bore
down with both jaws, thus implementing her strategy - to bite the living shit
out of Jennifer, every chance she got.

Jennifer broke off her breast squeezing even as Kathleen continued to crush
the redhead's mounds in her own two hands, and Jenn began to pound away at
Kathleen's skull with one hand and yank upon her brown locks with the other.
Still Kathleen's terrible bite held, white teeth crunching into pink flesh,
strong hands mauling the redhead's fleshy tits, until finally Jennifer
slammed a bony fist into the brunette's throat and sent Kathleen away
gagging. Enraged even as she saw the injured Kathleen clutching her wounded
throat with one hand, Jennifer lashed out with a right hook that slammed hard
off of Kathleen's cheekbone. The blow staggered the brunette, who then took
the back of Jennifer's left hand across her face, spinning her sideways until
Jennifer nailed her again in the temple with a powerful right fist, spinning
Kathleen further around until their positions had been reversed 180 degrees.

Jennifer then battered Kathleen with rights and lefts, never letting up even
as her now-purple collarbone blazed with pain. She began driving her opponent
backwards across the back of the suite, further and further, her fists like
dead weights as the brunette reeled under the redhead's furious two-fisted
assault. Fists slammed into Kathleen's face, breasts and gut with
machine-like precision, harder and harder, knuckles leaving red marks, until
finally one sharp left belted the brunette hard under the jaw and sent
Kathleen slamming back hard into the suite's far wall, the impact dazing her
even further.

A close-up shot of the beautiful nude battler would have shown a brown-haired
twenty-something babe, very pretty yet very stunned, her brown eyes closed in
pain. Panning back slightly, the camera would have then revealed a
frightening sight: two bare hands snaking in from opposite sides of the
frame, two hands which fastened themselves about the brunette's slender neck
and began to squeeze it in a savage grip. The scene became even more terrible
as Jennifer's thumbs began pressing down murderously on Kathleen's vulnerable
throat, the redheaded vixen choking the life from the dark-haired
wrestlerette, who began to gag and cough uncontrollably. Her eyes were still
closed, although now her tongue was lolling out in agony as spittle welled up
at the corners of her pouty lips.

"Urrkkk," gurgled the brunette painfully as the breath was violently squeezed
from her sensuous, shapely form by her flame-tressed rival, who grinned
evilly at her enemy's oxygen-starved predicament.

"Hurts, doesn't it, Kath?" mocked Jennifer through clenched teeth, all the
while squeezing with all her strength, her bare feet now planted firmly on
the carpeted floor for maximum leverage as she strangled Kathleen senseless.
Then the redhead growled menacingly, her hatred and intent fully evident in
her words.

"I'm going to choke the life from you this time, Kath!" crowed Jennifer,
white teeth flashing wickedly in insane, murderous glee. "I'm sick of this
back-and-forth shit. No one can save you now, you slut! No one! No one!!!"
She punctuated her threats by pounding Kathleen's skull against the gray
plaster wall at the end of each sentence, even as her powerful hands garroted
Kathleen's long neck more and more.

Jennifer was winning handily - more than that, she was truly ending
Kathleen's life. Kathleen tried to swallow, but the lump caught in her throat
as Jennifer's thumbs pressed down harder and harder, fingers coiling in tight
on the back of Kathleen's slender neck like steel rebar and applying equal
but opposite pressure. With Kathleen's throat stuck in the middle of this
reverse tug-of-war.

Knowing full well that Jennifer meant to finish her off, Kathleen again
peered through the haze of heat and pain to see her wickedly smiling
adversary bearing down upon her with both hands, hands still tightening like
a vise about her anguished neck. Tighter and tighter squeezed the hands of
doom ...

Kathleen gripped Jennifer by the wrists, trying desperately to break her
opponent's hold, but still she labored for air, still her throat grew parched
and sore, and still her lungs burned as those steely fingers coiled tighter
than ever about her throat, crushing it, caving it in. Killing her ...

TBC

Kathleen gagged in Jennifer's grip, hands squeezing harder than ever about
the brunette's throat, the burning sensation almost unbearable as the suite
struggle became decidedly one-sided. Desperate to break free, anxious to
breathe, Kathleen pulled determinedly at the redhead's wrists, but still she
could not loosen her foe's hold. Panic was slowly setting in as she beat at
Jennifer's shoulders with a balled-up fist, groped and pushed at Jennifer's
face with an open hand, but still she was no closer to escape, even as the
suite begin to spin about her and her lungs felt like they would burst. She
tried to rush at Jennifer and topple her over, but each time the redhead
would slam the brunette back up against the wall with both hands, as she
choked the life from her rival for what could very well be the final time in
all their many fights ...

Summoning her fading strength and steeling her will, Kathleen decided it was
now or never. Reaching down, she fastened her hands onto Jennifer's pert
breasts and squeezed as hard as she could, fingers sinking deep into the soft
flesh as Jennifer squealed in agony but held on. Kathleen's breasts attack
was merely a ruse, however, a decoy designed to divert the redhead's
attention as Kathleen then launched her true assault and rammed her knee up
hard between her opponent's long legs and into her pussy, bone cracking
against bone.

The redhead screamed, and then screamed again and again as Kathleen repeated
the move twice more in a last ditch effort. The brunette's pretty eyes were
wide, her gasps were harsh and ragged, and spittle was dripping from her lips
as she still suffered like never before in Jennifer's fingers. She smashed
her knee up into Jennifer's furry crotch one more time and gave the redhead's
jugs a final savage squeeze until she felt Jennifer's chokehold soften just
enough so that she was able to wrench those gripping, squeezing hands off of
her throat and then shove Jennifer away.

The victory was short-lived, as Kathleen slumped down against the wall and
breathed in deeply, ample chest rising and falling, hands massaging her sore
throat as she realized just how close Jennifer had really come to doing her
in this time. She glared hatefully if weakly at her hated foe, who lay just a
few feet away, the redhead whimpering as she clutched her wounded crotch,
hands rubbing and kneading her womanhood as she lay on her side, eyes closed
in anguish.

It was an eternity before they had each recovered sufficient strength to
renew their struggle, but despite their injuries, each woman still desired to
punish the other. Hate gleaming in their eyes, they clambered wordlessly
towards each other on their knees before meeting in the middle of the site,
wrapping their arms about each other, and squeezing mercilessly in a mutual
bearhug. Breasts squashed together, foreheads pressed tightly, and arms
coiled about upper bodies and waists like pythons as they sought to squeeze
one another lifeless, until Kathleen broke off her attack to fasten her hands
about Jennifer's throat and begin strangling the redhead, who gurgled and
gasped in her enemy's clutches.

"Unnhh ... ulkkk ... " was all Jennifer could mouth through pained lips, arms
still wrapping tighter and tighter about the brunette's body in response.

"You fucking little bitch!" snarled Kathleen as she reveled in Jennifer's
gasps, the redhead's eyes again shut tight as Kathleen's thumbs dug into her
windpipe.
"You tried to waste me back there," continued the brunette, anger quite
evident in her words. "Well, now let's see how you like it, you fucking cunt!
Choke!"

Kathleen then smiled as she watched her hated enemy suffer, but soon her
world became breathless once more as Jennifer reached up to clamp one hand
over Kathleen's mouth and use the fingers of her other hand to pinch the
brunette's nostrils closed, expertly cutting off her air once again.

"Mmpphhh!" cried Kathleen through Jennifer's palm, her hands still wound
about the redhead's neck even as her own lungs started to catch fire again.
The two fighting females struggled wordlessly in the suite, one woman
strangling, the other suffocating, neither beauty able to breathe as they
tried to finish one another off for good. The outcome was a complete toss-up,
both of them growing weak and lightheaded as they refused to relent even at
the cost of their own lives.

Suddenly Jennifer pushed forward and forced Kathleen down onto the floor
where they continued to struggle, rolling over and over on the plush carpet,
nude bodies twisted and entangled until finally Jennifer was on top,
smothering for all she was worth even as her opponent's hands tightened about
her throat. Feeling herself going under, Jennifer relinquished her holds to
grab Kathleen by the neck with both hands and begin slamming the brunette's
head up and down against the floor, harder and harder, the redhead frantic
and even frenzied as she squeezed and squeezed, until finally Kathleen's
hands slipped from about the redhead's throat ...

... and curled into fists that smashed up hard into the redhead's cheekbones,
sending Jennifer screaming and sprawling as Kathleen lay there helpless.
Again the two women paused to recover, Kathleen coughing and rubbing her
throat, Jennifer coughing and massaging her throat and face. So far they had
been stalemated, except for Jenn's initial stranglehold, but it wasn't too
much longer until they were again vying for supremacy in the suite.

Rising to their bare feet at the same time, Kathleen went on the attack
first, launching out with a bare foot aimed directly for Jennifer's chest.
Undaunted, the wily redhead seized her foe about the ankle with both hands,
twisted about, and sent a yelling Kathleen tumbling headfirst onto the velour
couches at the far end of the lower part of the suite. Jennifer rushed after
her enemy, intent upon pinning her to the couch and choking the life out of
her, but Kathleen rolled over just in time to thrust out with both her long
legs to slam her feet hard into Jennifer's breasts. The redhead toppled
backwards with a cry that became a grunt as Kathleen then shot forward and
tackled her rival back onto the upper part of the suite, where they rolled
and wrestled once more until Kathleen clamped a side headlock on Jennifer and
dragged them both to their feet.

Kathleen reached down with her right hand and pinched Jennifer's nose
painfully between two of her knuckles, but the redhead outdid her adversary
by reaching over with her left hand and squeezing Kathleen's pussy until
Kathleen shrieked in agony. Her concentration wavered just long enough for
Jennifer to twist loose of Kathleen's crushing left arm and again take
control of their fight. Free, she turned and grabbed the dazed Kathleen under
the armpits, and with a supreme effort of sheer determination, she jacked the
brunette up and over and body-slammed her heavily onto the long table at the
juncture of the two levels of the suite.

Kathleen hit back first with a loud groan, her back feeling like it was
broken. Her arms and legs were akimbo from the impact, her head hung over the
far edge of the table, and soon her breathing was again curtailed as two
strong hands again groped for her throat, found their hold, and began
squeezing, harder than ever ...

Kathleen's coughs and gasps reverberated throughout the suite as she lay
helpless on her back on the center table. Jennifer stood right beside her
adversary, the redhead's hands squeezing mercilessly about the brunette's
throat below and choking the life out of her. Kathleen clutched Jennifer's
thin wrists and tried to pull those fingers away from her windpipe, but
Jennifer held on determinedly, thumbs pressing down harder as Kathleen gagged
and gasped for precious air, any air at all as the burning sensation in her
lungs and throat returned. Her eyes were shut tight in agony, while
Jennifer's were shut tight in resolve, and the scene began to play out, the
redhead winning handily.

Feeling her consciousness slipping away, Kathleen fluttered her eyes open to
ascertain her enemy's location and then shifted her grip to mount an attack
of her own. Reaching up with her left hand she clamped it tight over
Jennifer's mouth. Reaching up then with her other hand to pinch Jennifer's
nostrils shut between her fingers, effectively suffocating her opponent. The
redhead went wide-eyed as her world became breathless, but still kept
strangling Kathleen, still she bore down on the brunette's vulnerable throat
with both hands.

Kathleen suffered for several more moments in Jennifer's cruel grip, all the
agony she had ever felt seemingly tightening about her throat all at once
with each passing second, her eyes shut tight and her teeth gritted in pain
as her smotherholds were proving ineffectual. Steeling her will again even as
she felt herself on the precipice of passing out, she cupped Jennifer's jaw
in her left hand before firing off a right hook that blasted the redhead on
the side of the face and also pulled the brunette clear off the table.

Jennifer tumbled to the carpeted floor with Kathleen on top of her, and soon
Kathleen managed to wrench herself free of Jennifer's chokehold even as the
brunette gulped in some much-needed air after her latest ordeal. She reached
down with both hands to wrap them about the redhead's neck and return the
favor, but she found that two could play the possum game as Jennifer lashed
upwards with a left and caught Kathleen square on the jaw. Kathleen groaned
as she tumbled backwards and off of her foe, even as Jennifer began to
shakily rise to her feet.

"You'll pay for that, slut!" hissed Jennifer through clenched teeth, the
redhead ready to take control once again as Kathleen lay there in front of
her, flat on her back, limbs akimbo once more.

Stunned by the blow and still weakened from being strangled, Kathleen was
unable to move as Jennifer slowly made her way over to the brunette and then
stood silently over her. Before Kathleen could raise a hand in defense,
Jennifer bent down at the waist, fastened her bare hands about Kathleen's
slender neck once more, and resumed her choking assault with an all-out fury,
shaking Kathleen up and down in her attack.

"Aw shit, not again!" cried Kathleen, but soon her words were drowned out by
the ugly melody of her own harsh, racking coughs as again she tugged at her
antagonist's wrists to no avail, white hands tightening about the alabaster
throat for the third and perhaps final time ...

TBC

Kathleen began to turn red from lack of oxygen as she suffered in Jennifer's
newest stranglehold, the redhead bending over at the waist and brutally
choking the brunette who lay flat on the suite floor. Jennifer had been
winning most of this battle, and now she was looking to put an end to it as
Kathleen gasped and gurgled below.

"Choke, you little bitch!" snarled Jenn, teeth bared, hands squeezing and
twisting her foe's soft throat. "Cough your fucking brains out, cunt, no way
am I letting you go this time!"

Kathleen continued to cough and gasp, her lungs and throat burning, her head
pounding as she groped uselessly at Jennifer's wrists, the redhead's hands
tightening about her throat and wringing away the brunette's consciousness.
Desperate for air once again, Kathleen tugged as hard as she could and then
began thrashing about in a last-ditch effort, kicking and flailing away with
both her long legs until finally one foot caught Jennifer smack dab in the
crotch.

The redhead cried out, her concern for her new agony softening her grip just
long enough for Kathleen to wrench her throat free before she bit down hard
on one of Jenn's hands, causing the redhead to scream even louder. Another
kick and Jenn's knee buckled, dropping her down to where Kathleen could
release her bite and cut loose with a right hook that clacked off Jennifer's
jaw and sent her sprawling.

Kathleen lay on the floor, clutching her sore throat and coughing, while
Jennifer rubbed her face and pussy, one with each hand. Again they had been
exhausted by each other's attack, but it wasn't too much longer before they
both ambled over to one another on hands and knees and locked up once more.
Arms and legs went flying everywhere as they clenched together and began
rolling about the suite, over and over, until they crashed into the blue
velour couch behind them, to the left of the main door. Kathleen rolled on
top, but Jennifer grabbed Kathleen by the back of the head with both her
hands and tried to force the brunette's face down into her breasts where the
redhead he could smother her. Kathleen then one-upped her rival by biting
down hard on Jennifer's left breast, teeth sinking into the soft flesh as
Kathleen squeezed Jennifer's ample boobs with both hands and held the redhead
in place.

Jennifer screamed again, and began to beat at Kathleen's head and shoulders
with her balled-up fists, but when that ploy failed she resorted to pulling
at Kathleen's silky brown locks as hard as she could. Harder and harder she
pulled with both hands, as if she would tear those curly strands out by their
roots, until finally Kathleen broke off her bite and was crying out in agony
as well, tears welling up in her pretty brown eyes at the pain.

Jennifer wasted no time. Her breast burned with pain, scarred as it was with
ugly red teeth marks, but it would heal, and she pushed the pain from her
mind as she set up her next move. Wrapping her legs about Kathleen's waist,
Jennifer pushed at the brunette's shoulders with both hands until she rolled
both women onto their sides, Jennifer on her right and Kathleen on her left.
Using her arms and legs in conjunction, Jennifer managed to pull both women
up into a dual sitting position, before making her move to truly take control
once more.

Wrapping her arms about Kathleen's upper body, pinning Kathleen's arms to her
sides, she crushed the brunette close to her, breasts colliding with breasts
as Jennifer wrapped the fingers of one hand about the wrist of the other and
began to squeeze Kathleen slowly and deliberately. Kathleen grunted and tried
to twist loose, but then found that she was doubly trapped. Grinning
maliciously, Jennifer stretched out her long legs, already wrapped about
Kathleen's waist, and shuffled forward to bring her thighs to bear about
Kathleen, just above the hips. Pulling her legs in and locking the ankles of
her bare feet together, Jennifer grinned once more as she began to crush
Kathleen at both ends, bone now grinding against bone deep within the
brunette. Jennifer reveled in the dark-haired girl's moans and expressions of
agony, Kathleen now suffering none too silently as the redhead tightened her
twin holds and began squeezing the very life from her rival ...

TO BE CONCLUDED

Jennifer continued to squeeze Kathleen lifeless, arms and legs wrapping
tighter and tighter about the brunette's body as Kathleen threw back her head
and howled in pain.

"Arrrgggh!" cried the beautiful brunette as she felt her ribs and waist
caving in.

Jennifer allowed herself a slight grin through her countenance marked with
determination, reveled in the sight of her rival in such agony. Kathleen was
totally helpless, her arms pinned to her sides and unable to help her, her
legs bent underneath her and also useless to her as her redheaded enemy
wrapped about her like an octopus and continued squeezing her to death. Sharp
pains lanced through Kathleen's chest and abdomen as Jennifer stepped up the
pressure, arms coiling tighter and tighter about Kathleen's upper body,
shapely thighs crushing the trim waist, rock-hard nipples stabbing into the
soft flesh of the brunette's ample breasts.

"Unnhhh ... unnhhh ... unnhhh .." was all Kathleen could gasp as her body
felt as if it would collapse in upon itself, the pressure unbearable ...

"Does that hurt, my sweet?" mocked Jennifer in a cold, degrading tone. "Do
you want me to just end it and squeeze the life out of you? Do you?" she
asked again, tightening both her holds once more as Kathleen cried out again,
almost begging for the agony to surcease.

Suddenly, she felt the constriction about her chest subsiding, and air
seeping back into her tortured lungs, the respite sweet if short. Only to be
replaced by a new agony mere moments later as Jennifer plastered her hands
about Kathleen's forehead and began to drive the brunette's head down and
back, slowly and deliberately, the strain on the brunette's neck excruciating
...

"Stop ... it ... " she managed to gasp as she clawed at Jennifer's shoulders,
her strength almost gone from the battering she had endured this evening.
Still she felt her head being continually pushed down, harder and harder, her
neck arching back tediously until she felt as though it would snap ...

... and then she felt her body slamming again the floor as Jennifer grabbed
Kathleen by the sides of the face, unwrapped her legs from about the
brunette,  and pushed down with her full weight until Kathleen was flat on
her back, pinned beneath Jennifer, who was now straddling the brunette's
waist. Maintaining her advantage, Jennifer held onto the sides of Kathleen's
pretty head and began slamming Kathleen's skull against the thick carpet,
harder and harder, once, twice, three times, further disorienting the weary
brunette and setting her up for the grand finale.

Kathleen lay dazed, her head swimming, her consciousness, reeling, her breath
shallow until she felt a great weight atop her chest, and peered up through
tired eyes to see Jennifer straddling her upper body, the redhead taking care
to entrap Kathleen's arms beneath her shins and render them inactive.
Kathleen twisted and bucked slightly beneath her adversary, but her strength
had been too sapped for her to throw her pretty opponent off of her. Once
more she was helpless, totally at Jennifer's mercy.

As if Jennifer had any mercy.

"Now to make you suffer," leered the redhead, leaning in close even as she
began to lick the palm of her right hand and the first two fingers of her
left hand. Kathleen grimaced, knowing from her long experience with Jennifer
what was coming, but still she was powerless to resist as Jennifer again made
Kathleen's world breathless. Reaching down, she plastered her right hand
flush over Kathleen's mouth, saliva forming a perfect airtight seal, and then
used her left thumb and index finger to pinch Kathleen's nostrils shut and
begin suffocating her.

"Mmmppph! Mmmphhh!" was all Kathleen could mouth beneath Jennifer's palm, as
she twisted and bucked again, again to no avail as Jennifer merely sat atop
her foe's bare chest and laughed cruelly.

"How does it feel, you whore?" smiled Jennifer evilly, pressing and pinching
with all her might as Kathleen suffered and struggled beneath her. "How does
it feel to know in a few minutes your lungs are going to burst?"

Kathleen's eyes grew wide, the redhead's intention to smother her lifeless
now fully dawning upon the brunette. She twisted as much as she could, tried
to break free, tried to pull her arms loose, slapped her bare feet up and
down against the carpet. Useless. All useless.

Jennifer bore down with both hands, tongue eagerly licking her lips in erotic
anticipation, Kathleen's chest rising and falling frantically below as the
life began to drain from her, her eyes closed in agony as she realized she
was finished and prepared to go under for the final time ...

... and then felt those wet, sticky hands lifting from her face, strings of
saliva peeling away and dissipating as Jennifer again decided to toy with her
prey.

"Oh, no, Kath," chided the redhead, shaking her head from side to side like a
little girl. "There's only one way I can finish you, baby," she cooed, hands
gently running down Kathleen's face, across her cheeks, down to her neck ...

"And this is it!"

All pretense gone, Jennifer seized Kathleen by the throat with both hands and
once more began choking the life from the brunette, fingers coiling tight
around the slender neck, thumbs pressing down murderously on the exposed
windpipe. Kathleen gasped and shook below, but Jennifer bent down close until
her nose was touching Kathleen's and continued to squeeze with all her
strength, hands gripping and squeezing and choking like never before as the
redhead's features curled into a determined snarl.

"Can't ... breathe ..."

Kathleen coughed hoarsely below, coughs racking and shaking her entire nude
form as her tongue began to loll out of her mouth, her face reddened from
lack of breath, saliva again began to drip from her lips. Her eyes were again
shut tight with tears now spilling from their corners, the brunette praying
for the end ...

... and then she felt lips pressing against hers, something warm and soft and
wet pressing through her lips to wrestle with her own tongue, and she again
she peered through dying eyes to find herself being French-kissed by the
woman she hated most in the world. She thought of biting down hard, perhaps
biting Jennifer's tongue off - but she knew that Jennifer would then snap her
neck like a dry twig for sure. She then mused that maybe, just maybe, she
could live to fight another day if she just gave Jenn what she wanted - and
began kissing back.

For long moments their tongues wrestled as they had before, both women's
passions flaring, sweat beading atop both their sleek nude bodies in the
suddenly too-warm climate of the suite, Jennifer still continuing to choke
the entrapped Kathleen with both hands albeit with a slightly softer grip
now. For long moments they kissed, Jennifer still fully in control, Kathleen
still on the verge of passing out ... until one last time, Jennifer released
her helpless foe and prepared for the true finish to this decidedly one-side
fight.

Jennifer ran a hand along the side of Kathleen's face and then through her
co-worker's matted hair.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Kath, I didn't mean to do that," lamented Jennifer, her face
looking a little bit sad.

"No?" inquired Kathleen, her face returning to its normal color as she
breathed in over and over again.

"No," added Jennifer softly. Then louder, "I meant to do THIS!"

In a flash Jennifer wrapped her hands in Kathleen's hair and then dropped
straight down until her heaving bust was pressed tight over Kathleen's pretty
if sticky face. The brunette's nose and eyes were the only parts of her
countenance visible beneath Jennifer's ample knockers, which had sealed off
Kathleen's breathing passages and cut off her air once more.

The brunette bucked and thrashed beneath Jennifer, her hands clawing at
Jennifer's back and making long red scratches; but Jennifer held fast,
tangling her hands tighter in Kathleen's long curly brown hair. The redhead
mashed her fabulous chest harder and harder against Kathleen's face,
suffocating the brunette with her firm, full breasts. Their furry, moist
crotches pressed together as they struggled body-against-body, which only
heightened Jennifer's ecstasy as she began to dominate for the final time in
their fight, and she began to moan sensually, even rhythmically, as if in the
throes of passion.

The struggle continued for a while, Kathleen refusing to go under but unable
to break free, Jennifer grinding and pumping against her hated foe, hands
holding Kathleen's head in place as her full bust, sticky with Jennifer's own
saliva, did its job. Kathleen's efforts grew weaker and weaker, her hands
finally fell away from Jennifer's back, and she offered no further
resistance, lying still until finally she passed out cold. Jennifer continued
to grind against Kathleen, crotch-to-crotch and breasts-to-face, until she
felt her enemy had had enough.

Rearing up while moving a hand through her sweated, matted red hair, Jennifer
knelt over her vanquished victim and smiled down at the smothered Kathleen,
the brunette looking peaceful in defeat.

"Remember, bitch, you picked this fight, not me," the redhead chastised her
unconscious opponent. "Next time I may just have to wrap my hands about your
little throat," - as she does so - "and squeeze, and squeeze, and squeeze" -
hands tightening about Kathleen's neck with each pronunciation - "until
there's no need to do so ever again."

With one final squeeze, Jennifer dropped Kathleen's head down none-too-gently
upon the carpet, and rose to her bare feet. Standing over her fallen foe, the
redhead gave one final smirk before turning on her heel and striding away in
all her nude splendor.

Kathleen awoke an hour later, body tingling with dried sweat, face sticky
with dried tears and saliva. She rubbed her raw and sore throat, rolled on to
her side and massaged her pounding temples. Sitting up, she looked around and
saw, with a little relief, that Jennifer was nowhere to be found. She stared
blankly ahead and breathed in, hands on her knees, the shock of another
defeat setting in - and she wondered, with more than a little trepidation and
even fear, if she would ever beat the redhead again. Or even survive another
encounter in the quest for vegeance.

A single tear welled up in Kathleen's eye, and then slid silently down her
red cheek to finally fall to the floor below with a small yet audible sound
...

END