Battling Naked Blondes - The Laundry

by Damon

Anne watched her wet clothes scrub against the glass door of the front-load

washer, the tall blonde leaning back on her chair in the laundry room. The

room was a small, dark cell nestled in the recesses of the bottom floor of

her twenty-story Chicago apartment building, and she was the only one there

this Friday summer night.

She would have preferred to have been out and about the Windy City, but she

hadn't done any laundry in weeks, and going out tonight would have left her

with no clothes tomorrow. Anne had a beautiful body - 5'10, 150 pounds, long

lean legs and firm, full 36C breasts - but still she didn't relish the idea

of spending the whole day naked, unless her boyfriend came over. As it was

now, she was barefoot, her sweet shape covered only by a pink t-shirt and

blue cutoff jeans.

The view of her wet clothes tumbling and cycling behind the circular glass

door was entrancing, almost hypnotic, and so Anne was oblivious to someone

else entering the room - until she heard the laughter beside her.

"Well, look who's here!" came a mocking voice from the side.

Oh god, not her, not now, thought Anne to herself, suddenly snapped back to

reality, but she knew her prayers were in vain as she turned slowly to her

right to greet the newcomer.

And saw her hated catfight rival Cindy standing there grinning cattily, the

tall blonde dressed only in sandals, cutoffs, and a pink bikini top that

barely contained her big round breasts which hung over the plastic basket

ensconced in her arms ...

TBC

"Well, look what came in with the trash," replied Anne coldly.

She hated Cindy - hated her ever since Cindy had moved to Chicago from

Seattle several months ago, the two beautiful blondes instantly becoming

rivals. The tension between them built and built until finally it exploded in

naked violence, with the two of them first warring in Cindy's apartment, then

Anne's, then finally up on the roof. Anne had won their inaugural bout, but

Cindy had been triumphant in the last two fights, both times brutally choking

Anne unconscious with her bare hands. Their last brawl had been over a month

ago, with Cindy nearly strangling Anne lifeless over the edge of the roof,

and Anne had been careful to avoid Cindy since then.

Making matters worse, though, was the fact that Cindy had recently claimed

the crown in a one day, eight-woman nude catfight tournament, viciously

choking all three of her opponents out cold. Anne had been dispatched in the

first round by a big brunette named Susan, who trapped Anne's neck between

her thighs and squeezed until the blonde's lights went out. Cindy triumphed

in the first round over a younger blonde named Jessica, and then choked Susan

out in the semifinals before winning the championship in a knockdown,

drag-out classic with a statuesque black beauty named Jacqueline. The title

bout ended only when Cindy straddled Jacqueline's chest and squeezed her

hands murderously about the other woman's neck, harder and harder, almost

insanely, until finally they had to pull the blonde off of her prone victim.

Cindy had wanted to lord her new status over Anne ever since they got back to

Chicago, especially since Anne had lost in the first round, but she had never

been able to corral her usual sparring partner until this fated moment.

"The only thing that got trashed was you at that tournament - bitch," snapped

Cindy angrily before grinning evilly once more.

Anne could feel her anger rising, and didn't want to make the effort to put

it down. She knew what was going to undoubtedly happen, that they would come

to blows once more, and it just didn't matter tonight.

"That's because you didn't fight me, you slut!" The words felt good coming

out - until Anne then recalled the feeling of two hands squeezing mercilessly

about her throat, thumbs pressing down savagely on her windpipe. Inwardly,

she shuddered at the memory, not wanting to experience it again. No such

luck, though, and she knew it, as Cindy suddenly dropped her laundry basket

in front of her defiantly and kicked it off to the side before kicking off

her sandals and settling into a classic wrestler's crouch, just scant feet

from where Anne sat.

"We can fix that right now, you cunt! Right fucking now!"

Anne snapped to attention without hesitation, her combative fires stoked, and

was tossing the chair away before crouching down herself. And then the

circling began, the two women stalking each other in the confined space,

ready to renew physical acquaintances again after so long an interval ...

TBC

“Hold it!” exclaimed Anne as she and Cindy circled each other in the laundry

room. “There’s only one way we’ve ever fought,” she added.

A leering smile creased Cindy’s features. “You’ve got that right, bitch!”

“After you, you slut!” snapped back Anne, her anger rising.

All of their previous bouts had been contested totally nude, so why change

things now? Immediately the two beauties stripped themselves of their meager

clothing, Cindy unfastening her top to free up her fabulous breasts, Anne

tearing off her shirt to reveal her own luscious, bra-less chest. Jeans

shorts and panties went next, sliding down their long legs and being flung

away before the two women stood totally naked before one another, ready and

eager to combat once more.

This time they did not circle, but rushed headlong at one another, sinking

their fingers into each other’s hair and pulling as hard as they could as

their shrieks filled the room. Harder and harder they pulled, intent upon

ripping each other’s glossy golden locks out by the roots, as they twisted

and shuffled and dragged one another across the antiseptic coldness of the

newly-cleaned white-tile floor.

Unable to gain the advantage, Anne freed up her right hand to reach below and

sink her fingers deep into Cindy’s left breast. Cindy screamed and pulled

harder, as Anne yelled back, but by now Anne had fastened her left hand onto

Cindy’s right breast and was squeezing both melons pitilessly, fingers

sinking into the soft flesh as fingertips pulled mercilessly at thick,

pointed nipples. Cindy cried out again and then broke off her attack to grip

Anne by the wrists with both hands, trying to break her foe’s hold, but Anne

held fast and continued her assault, squeezing like there was no tomorrow as

Cindy tugged away futilely.

Finally, in an act of sheer agony and desperation, Cindy uncorked a left hook

that crashed off of Anne’s jaw and nearly took her head off, so unexpected

was the blow. Dazed, Anne lost her two-handed grip on Cindy’s chest, and

moments later she was tumbling backwards to crash down on her shapely ass

cheeks as Cindy fired a hard kick straight into her opponent’s gut.

Taking time only to massage her sore breasts, whimpering as she did so, Cindy

then snatched up the fallen chair that Anne had been sitting in and brought

it down hard on Anne’s back, one, twice, three times. Thankfully it was only

made of lightweight plastic, but the impact still stung as Anne cried out

with each hit and tried to cover up against successive strikes. Glaring

daggers at her fallen foe, whose back now bore red marks where the chair had

fallen upon her flesh, Cindy then made her way over the laundry door and

jammed the chair hard underneath the doorknob, preventing anyone from outside

from entering the small space.

“Now no one can save you!” crowed Cindy, as she rushed forwards and dove at

Anne, who was still lying on the floor, the blonde in pain and unprepared to

defend herself against any impending attack …

TBC

Anne lay stunned on the laundry room floor as Cindy came crashing down atop

her, Anne crying out in pain at the impact. Her agony only increased as she

felt Cindy interlocking her hands beneath her chin and then pulling upwards,

trying to snap her enemy’s spine. Anne grimaced and groaned as she fought her

way to her elbows and knees, no mean feat with Cindy’s full weight on her

back, but still she suffered in her evilly smiling opponent’s cruel

two-handed hold. Cindy reared back with all her might, strong hands still

gripping Anne’s chin and lower jaw pitilessly in a terrific semi-camel clutch

hold.

“How’s your back, bitch?” chided Cindy. “Think I can break it? Well, let’s

find out, you fucking cunt!”

Realizing she couldn’t last long in this manner, Anne steeled herself for a

counterattack, and then looped her arms over and under Cindy’s thighs.

Pushing up painfully off her shins, Anne managed to stagger to her bare feet,

knees just inches above the ground at first; then slowly but steadily Anne

rose up as Cindy held on like a wriggling, living backpack. The Seattle-born

blonde looked about nervously, wondering what her hated foe was trying to

accomplish, but still she felt in control of the fight. Before she knew what

was happening Cindy knew she was being carried backwards, shakily but

steadily, her ride out of control, herself holding on for dear life, until

finally her back collided hard with the glass and metal bulk of the washing

machines located behind the battling blonde beauties.

Cindy screamed at the impact, and her grip loosened just long enough under

Anne’s chin for the suffering blonde to rear up and topple her antagonist off

of her back. Cindy slumped to the floor against the washing machine, while

Anne pitched forward and fell to all fours, trying to recover from her

weightlifting ordeal. Her reverie was short-lived, though, as she felt Cindy

once more climbing on her back, bare hands now reaching in front of Anne’s

face to clamp over her mouth and pinch her nostrils shut in a suffocating

effort. Anne’s felt Cindy’s luscious breasts, thick nipples and furry crotch

rub sensually against her smooth backside and ass cheeks…

“If I can’t break your fucking back, then I’ll take your breath away -

forever!” growled Cindy from behind. But even this attack was only temporary

as Anne snapped her head backwards to smash her skull against Cindy’s pretty

face, knocking Cindy backwards once more (with a yelp, of course) and

eliminating her potentially lethal grips.

Long moments passed as the two women lay stunned, but when they did again

renew their nude struggle, it was again Cindy gaining the advantage. Just as

Anne took a deep breath and prepared to turn and face her foe, she felt the

sloshing, heavy sensation of wet blue denim coiling about her lovely neck and

then pulling tight, and suddenly there was no air coming into her lungs.

Looking back wide-eyed as she fumbled at the material tightening about her

throat, Anne saw her opponent smiling wickedly indeed. Looking down, she

could see Cindy's bare hands wrapped tightly into the legs of a pair of

Anne’s jeans that the other blonde had extracted from the still-cycling

washing machine. Jeans that Cindy was now using to try and end their owner’s

life, once and for all …

TBC

Cindy pulled hard on the wet jeans coiled about Anne’s neck from behind,

yanking with all her strength as her opponent gagged and fumbled at the

soaked denim caressing her throat, cutting off her breath. Still Cindy pulled

tighter, her face a portrait of steely-eyed determination, Anne’s a mask of

sheer agony as her harsh coughs began to fill the laundry room.

“Just a little more …” chided Cindy, intent upon wringing the life out of her

mortal enemy, her grip clamping down even harder on the jeans about Anne’s

neck as she pulled herself along the legs of the garment much like a rope…

until she felt the sharp crack of an elbow smashing hard into her face, Anne

lashing out wildly in a desperate bid for freedom. The blow stunned Cindy,

who had moved too close to her prey, and her advantage disintegrated

altogether as Anne followed up with elbows to Cindy’s chest and abdomen

before the blonde beauty twisted around to fully face her foe. Ripping the

jeans from about her neck, Anne then shoved her enemy down by the shoulders,

flooring the still-dazed Cindy, who landed hard on her shapely ass.

Rubbing her sore throat, Anne paused for a few moments, regaining her

strength as Cindy still lay there, before she lunged forward, intent upon

strangling the Seattle native. But Cindy wasn’t quite as gone as Anne

believed, and she kicked out with both legs as Anne descended upon her, bare

feet striking Anne hard in the gut and breasts and thrusting her back. Anne

crashed to the floor on her back, and before she could gain her bearings she

looked up to see Cindy, face red with rage, diving down upon her.

Cindy landed hard upon Anne, knocking the breath from her adversary, and then

Cindy made her effort to steal away all her foe’s air supply by wrapping her

strong hands about Anne’s neck and squeezing hard. Anne gagged and gasped

beneath her attacker, grabbed Cindy’s wrists and tried to pry those killing

hands loose, but Cindy hung on doggedly and squeezed with all her strength,

thumbs pressing down in murderous fashion.

“Bitch!” screamed Cindy, tightening her hold with both hands. “This time

you’re dead! Dead!”

Anne could only gurgle and gasp in response, her coughs racking, her

breathing ragged, her hands unable to pull Cindy’s fingers loose from her

windpipe. Spittle began to appear at the corners of her mouth ...

“Unnhh … uggghh … ullkkk …” gargled Anne in agony, the worst she had ever

felt in her four fights with Cindy, fingers crushing her throat worse than

ever before as Anne’s life flashed before her eyes. So did her greatest

regrets of never having married, of never having children, as the pain in her

throat refused to yield as her vision grew hazy and her mouth dry as she felt

that Cindy truly meant to do her in this time. She peered up through dying

eyes to see Cindy’s grinning, sinister countenance, the blonde beauty licking

her lips in eager anticipation of Anne’s demise, steely grip intensifying

around her victim’s neck.

Gagging as she prepared to go under for the final time, Anne fumbled about

her to either side, searching for an item, a weapon, anything with which to

strike back and save herself. No salvation lay to her right, but to her left

her fingers found the cold hard plastic shell of a small laundry detergent

bottle, and she fumbled about some more until she found the handle. Reaching

over with her right hand, Anne gripped the bottle with both hands and then

swung upwards with all her flagging might, smashing the bottle hard against

Cindy’s cheek and sending her sprawling. The blow also loosened the

already-loose detergent cap, and soon both blondes were sparingly coated with

viscous blue gel.

Cindy rolled over and tried to renew her chokehold, but soon she was

screaming out loud as Anne buried her gel-coated hands in Cindy’s short hair

and pulled like mad. Cindy cried out again and returned the favor with her

own saturated palms, and soon both beauties were rolling about the floor,

yanking like crazy on each other’s now blue-stained locks, and before long

they had fought their way up to a mutual seated position, screaming all the

while.

They broke off their hairholds to grope at each other’s pretty faces and full

breasts, pinching and pulling and squeezing, but neither could get a really

firm grip on each other’s flesh with their detergent-laced hands, skin slick

and slippery. Unable to get a good grip, Anne then lashed out hard with her

right fist and clacked it harder off Cindy’s jaw. Again Cindy was dazed by

the contact of bone upon bone, and she hung there in mid-air, totally unaware

of where or who she was, giving Anne the opportunity to end the fight for

good ...

TBCL

The Detroit-born blonde lashed out again with a right, then a left, then

another right, each shot exploding off Cindy’s jaw or cheek and pushing her

to the brink of unconsciousness as Anne smiled wickedly, knowing she was in

full control. Seconds later she lashed out against, this time with both

hands, securing them about Cindy’s neck as best she could and strangling her

enemy. She watched Cindy gasp and choke for breath, but Anne knew she

couldn’t maintain her hold for long with her hands coated with liquid

detergent, and so she switched her tactics.

Lunging forward, both hands still nestled about her opponent’s neck, Anne

forced Cindy down to the floor, slamming her weakened victim back first

against the tiles. Holding on as best as she could, Anne slammed Cindy’s

skull against the hard surface once, twice, three times, eyes blazing with

anger and hate as she punished her rival. In her view, Anne was paying Cindy

back in full for nearly choking the life out of her in their previous

encounter up on the building’s roof not long ago, for all the times Cindy had

fastened her hands about Anne’s neck and tried to squeeze the life from her.

“Try this on for size, you slut!” roared Anne as Cindy fumbled weakly at her

attacker’s wrists, unable to break free, gasps and coughs softening as she

hovered on the edge of unconsciousness. Moments later her breath was

completely cut off as Anne covered her victim’s nose and mouth with her

hands, smothering her hapless adversary senseless – until Anne looked around

and smiled, a better idea having crossed her mind.

Picking up the fallen detergent bottle with one hand, she shook it with one

hand to discover that there was still a small amount left. Grinning evilly,

Anne pried her other hand off Cindy’s mouth, and then, in one swift motion,

plunged the bottle mouth between Cindy’s lips and poured the rest of the

concoction down her throat. Cindy went wide-eyed and tried to tear the bottle

out of Anne’s hands, but Anne held on until she was satisfied Cindy had

gotten a generous helping. Anne then tossed the bottle away and held Cindy by

the jaw and the top of the head with either hand, twisting Cindy’s head from

side to side while ensuring she held down her recent drink. Cindy whimpered

at the awful taste, only to take a slap across the face from Anne, who

reveled in her soon-to-be triumph.

“Catfight tournament champion, my ass …” leered Anne, recalling Cindy’s

recent title … and then she smiled once more. Releasing her foe, Anne

kneeled over Cindy and then turned around so that her own shapely cheeks were

over Cindy’s face. She then slammed that ass down hard into Cindy’s face,

left cheek pressing hard against Cindy’s nose and mouth, totally smothering

the weary blonde battler who offered absolutely no resistance as Anne mashed

and ground away, harder and harder, without a shred of remorse until the

darkness finally took her foe.

Minutes later Anne stood up and stole a look down at her vanquished opponent,

Cindy lying there with arms and legs akimbo, alabaster skin and golden hair

slimed with blue gel, eyes shut tight in oblivion. Anne smiled again,

reveling in victory over her mortal enemy, her second in four fights with the

other blonde. Now they were even.

Rinsing herself off in the laundry room sink before wiping herself down with

Cindy’s clothes, Anne then dressed quickly in her own shirt and jeans shorts,

discarded at the start of the fight. She then tossed her wet clothes into the

dryer and watched her garments tumble about for three-quarters of an hour

before the light finally went off. She opened the door and scooped out her

hot clothing into her basket before hearing the sounds of coughing coming

from behind her.

Looking back, Anne could see Cindy still flat on her back and stirring, blue

liquid dripping from her lips as harsh coughing racked her naked form.

Walking over to Cindy, Anne dropped down and straddled her foe before

grabbing Cindy by the chin with one hand and pointing at her menacingly with

the other hand.

“This is it, Cindy!” snarled the victress. “I beat your ass fair and square,

so don’t fuck with me anymore!”

Punctuating her point, Anne then lashed out again with a sharp right hook

that smashed off of Cindy’s jaw and knocked her cold.

Standing up, Anne stood there with hands on her hips, smiling down with more

than a little satisfaction at Cindy’s prone, battered form. Retrieving her

basket, Anne then made her way out the door, not even stopping to look back

at her vanquished foe as she shut out the lights and headed up the stairs in

triumph.

END