The naked female fight had gone back-and-forth across the small Chicago-area apartment, with neither woman able to gain the upper hand until Cindy finally did.

Cindy was nearly immobilized in Anne's crushing bearhug, slender arms wrapped about the trim waist - but nearly was the key word. Grasping her enemy's shoulders for support, Cindy pushed off the hardwood floor with the soles of her bare feet until she was positioned several inches above the ground. In a flash, Cindy then wrapped her long, tapering legs about Anne's midsection and squeezed them about the other blonde before applying the coup de grace. Removing her hands from Anne's shoulders, the airborne woman fastened them about her foe's throat and began choking her mercilessly, shaking Anne's head back and forth while maintaining her murderous stranglehold.

Anne gasped in shock and pain, her mouth agape and her eyes wide as she was scissored and strangled at the same time. She stumbled back and forth, straining under the weight of her foe for a moment before crashing to one knee and then the other. She shut her eyes and emitted a strangled cry from her oppressed throat as Cindy began to pour on the pressure, legs winding tighter, fingers squeezing harder. Releasing her bearhug even as the breath was squeezed from her lithe body, Anne reached up and clawed viciously at Cindy's eyes and face with her fingers, scratching and slashing like a caged animal to free herself from those twin death grips. Even as she felt blood rising in her throat and her windpipe and waist being crushed, Anne kept on poking and prodding until she heard Cindy howl and those terrible hands fall away from her throat. She opened her eyes just enough to see Cindy rubbing madly at her own eyes, which had been jabbed hard by sweaty, groping fingers. Anne then smashed her fists into the inside of Cindy's thighs, causing Cindy to yelp and loosen her long legs from about Anne's midsection. Anne pushed then Cindy back and away from her before backing off herself to rub her wounded throat. She desperately wanted to pound the other blonde senseless with her fists, but she also knew she had to recover first. If Cindy managed to get those hands around her neck again

Her worst fears were realized as an enraged Cindy, red eyes and all, bellowed like a wild beast before launching herself bodily across the space between the two women and seizing Anne by the throat with both hands. Anne grabbed Cindy by the wrists as she was knocked backwards, and began coughing hoarsely as Cindy's thumbs again pressed deep into her windpipe. Cindy then began driving Anne back further, trying to force her enemy down onto the floor where she could straddle her and finish her in a cruel, lingering fashion. Grunts and groans emitted from both fighters as they strained against each other, one woman determined to escape, the other determined to strangle her prey. Anne managed to push back with all her strength, until they faced each other on their knees; but still those terrible hands tightened about her neck with each passing second. In a desperate gambit, Anne balled up her right fist and slammed into straight into Cindy's throat, before striking likewise with her left. The hands again fell away as Cindy clutched her own throat, choking and sputtering from Anne's attack. Leaning back on her elbows, Anne pressed the soles of her bare feet against Cindy's sweat-slicked breasts before thrusting out with both legs and shoving her enemy away against the couch.

Both women spent the next minute or so recovering from the damage they had inflicted upon each other. A weary Anne then ambled over on her knees and pushed the exhausted Cindy back onto the couch before she grasped her foe's small yet firm breasts with both hands and began crushing them. Cindy moaned briefly and tugged at Anne's wrists, trying to loosen her adversary's grip, before deciding she could perhaps finish the fight by again shutting off Anne's breathing passages. Releasing Anne's wrists, Cindy licked the palms and fingers of own sweaty hands before reaching up and latching them onto Anne's face. Cindy's right hand clamped fully over Anne's mouth, while the first two fingers of her left hand pinched Anne's nostrils shut to form a pair of perfectly-airtight seals.

Anne's eyes went wide as she labored to breathe - and found no air coming in. She squeezed Cindy's breasts even harder, flesh oozing between her fingers, but still the other blonde's smothering hands held fast. She tried pinching Cindy's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, but still no escape, even as Cindy wailed and cursed out loud. Panicked, Anne released Cindy's breasts and clawed frantically at her foe's hands, trying to dislodge them, but Cindy refused to submit. To make matters worse, Anne could feel Cindy's legs sliding up and about her waist, trying to entrap her. Her fears were again founded as she felt Cindy's ankles lock behind her back, preventing any possible flight from barehanded suffocation. Steeling herself for one last struggle, Anne reached down and clamped her hands about Cindy's throat, thumbs pressing down hard on Cindy's windpipe in a maniacal, last-ditch effort

Anne slammed Cindys head against the couch as she tried to take control, but the other blonde held fast with her smotherhold. Panicking, Anne had no choice but to keep up with her choke/slam attack, her oxygen supply running out, her head beginning to swim ... until she felt the hands peeling off her pretty face and seizing her thin wrists weakly.

Now it was Cindys turn to suffer in a stranglehold, desperate to escape as she sought to breathe again, but Anne would have no part of it. She continue slamming Cindys skull against the sofa, before going for the finisher.

With Cindys legs still wrapped about her waist, Anne yanked her enemy up by the throat until she held her foe suspended over the hardwood floor of the living room. She choked her in midair for a few minutes, hands gripping and squeezing, her victims struggles growing ever feebler, before she knocked Cindys head against the solid oak paneling once, twice, three times.

That did it. Cindy slumped from Annes grip, her legs unfastening and her hands falling away, as she was all but out cold. Anne took full advantage of the situation, straddling Cindys prone nude form and squeezing her hands ruthlessly about her foes neck just to make sure. Anne squeezed hard until Cindy was still; then she squeezed Cindys breasts - briefly yet savagely - with both hands. Then she dismounted the naked loser, bore her body aloft in her arms, and unceremoniously deposited her in the hallway.