The Friday afternoon was drawing to a close. Outside it was hazy, hot and humid, a typical summer day in the Midwest, with temperatures climbing into the nineties. Inside the modern downtown arena, it was considerably cooler, air conditioning units at nearly full blast in the lower offices ringing the outer perimeter of the huge glass, steel and brick structure.

Most of the staff for the pro hockey team, the arena's primary tenant, had gone home for the weekend, summer hours paroling people as early as one o'clock on Fridays. The offices were more like a ghost town than a thriving center of business, though things would pick up noticeably in early September as the new season drew closer.

Two seats were conspicuously unattended. The community relations director was out of the office. So was the receptionist. Both women were still in the building, though, and would be there a while longer, on the main seating level but unbeknownst to all but themselves.

Kathleen arrived first. The statuesque brunette was adorned in a white blazer trimmed with gold, a tight black dress and white high heels. Somewhat dressy, to be sure, but casual Fridays wouldn't start until next week, and today had begun with a staff meeting, so she had to look the part of the distinguished office professional. Her long curly dark brown hair draped the back of her neck and splayed about her soft but strong shoulders and above her pert breasts. She carried a small black purse in one hand, and a small black duffel bag in the other.

Jennifer arrived moments later, the shapely redhead outfitted in a revealing short red dress with matching red heels, her strawberry locks twisted tight behind her in a long pony tail that reached down to the middle of her back. She carried a plastic shopping bag in her left hand, a black purse slung over her right shoulder.

"It's about time," chided the brunette, arms now folded across her ample chest. "I was beginning to think you weren't gonna show."

"Oh, please," replied the redhead sarcastically. "Don't get your tight little panties in a bunch, I just had to finish something up front at the office. No way was I going to miss this!"

It had been a while since the two twentysomething arch-rivals had encountered one another in single combat, even though they saw one another at work every day, but it was just last week that they had decided to rectify matters in squaring off once more for supremacy. The hatred between the two beauties was almost palpable as they faced one another alone now at the south end of the arena, their stares even icier than the cold-conditioned air flowing around and about them.

"Then shall we?" offered Kathleen, extending an arm towards a nearby steel gray door.

"By all means," said Jenn.

Kathleen grasped the door's smooth, ovular handle and twisted it downward, releasing the lock with a sterile metallic klatch that echoed slightly in the empty, cavernous seating area of the one-year-old arena. With another arm extension, she invited Jenn beyond, and the redhead accepted, heels padding silent upon the gray carpeted floor ...

***

After her rival entered, Kathleen followed, letting the door close behind her before she twisted the deadbolt shut, sealing both women inside. To the uninitiated it was normally a handicapped restroom, but today it would serve as the two women's own personal arena. The room was surprisingly spacious, about fifteen feet deep and twelve feet wide, lined with a smooth, rubberized black floor and smooth gray cinderblock walls. The far end boasted a long, ceramic white sink on the lefthand side, complete with mirror, and a white ceramic toilet on the righthand half, accompanied by smooth tubular metal handrails. More than enough room for its everyday purpose - and definitely more than enough for the latest chapter in their ongoing knock-down, drag-out catfight saga.

Both women tossed their purses and bags under the sink, and then Jennifer took up her position at the far end of the restroom, hands now resting derisively on her hips, one shapely leg bent slightly in front of her as she smiled mockingly at her hated foe. Kathleen stood by the door, hands on her own hips, but her smooth legs were spread apart shoulder-width for balance, a slight sneer evident across her pretty features. Kathleen hung her blazer on the small knob attached to the back of the bathroom door, even as Jennifer reached behind her to untangle her ponytail and shake her fiery locks loose over her shoulders. She grinned derisively at her opponent, eager to lock up with Kathleen again, and to defeat her long-time rival - again.

Such had it been in their last one-on-one encounter, in an upper-level suite at this very arena, where Jenn had battered Kath for better than half an hour and finally choked her out cold with her bare hands. Kathleen had been embarrassed and livid, as the loser in their bouts usually was, and had carried that anger around for weeks as she sought revenge, until she came upon this bathroom one recent day, and automatically decided it would be a perfect place for a private one-on-one encounter, and an opportunity for revenge.

Jennifer, as always, had accepted Kathleen's challenge for a rematch, confident she could defeat the brunette handily once again, and eager to grapple with the other girl in such a confined area, where there would be almost no room to run and certainly none to hide. Kathleen would be forced to fight, and Jennifer was sure she could use her strength, speed, endurance and aggression to score yet another knockout.

Kathleen knew she would have to get down and dirty with Jenn in order to win, but that was fine by her????. She was just as strong and experienced as her opponent, ?and ??Kathleen?? felt she just needed to raise her own level of aggression and ???match the redhead blow for blow in order to wear her hated foe down and ultimately beat her. She had beaten her before - why not now? She had almost always rebounded from a loss to Jenn with a ??victory.

Their thoughts went unspoken as they stood facing one another, intent upon saving their breath for combat, and not for the idyllic small talk that had perpetrated some of their past bouts.

Almost.

"You're gonna get it this time," laughed Jenn mockingly, with more than hint of menace. "I mean, really get it ..."

"I'm soooo scared," spat Kathleen hatefully. "Now shut the hell up."

Seconds later the pre-bout preparation concluded as both beauties kicked off their high heels and then stood facing one another barefoot. They stared icily at one another, before nodding at one another as if to say "begin".

Concentrating solely upon fighting now, they bent their knees and placed their hands in front of them before beginning to circle one another, stepping carefully as they each sought an opening from which they could launch their initial attack. Bare feet padded silently across the rubberized floor as the two women moved counterclockwise, fingers outstretched and ready to close painfully on some part of an opponent's body. Jennifer, for her part, was focused on Kathleen's soft, slender neck, and she grew eager to get her hands around that neck once again - and squeeze ...

They continued circling wordlessly, each looking to strike while not giving her enemy an avenue for attack at the same time. Finally they closed upon one another enough that they locked their hands in a test of strength and started to strain?? against one another. Bare feet began slipping ????and sliding as the black-adorned brunette and red-dressed redhead pushed and pressed against each other, each unable to overpower the other, until Jenn pulled downwards and managed to twist her hands out of Kathleen's. Before the brunette could react, Jennifer lunged forward and wrapped her long arms about Kathleen 's trim waist and begin squeezing the brunette senseless in a breath-taking bearhug, the brunette's own arms pinned to her sides. The pressure built rapidly about the brown-haired beauty, Jenn's arms encircling Kath's waist more and more as the victim began thrashing about, Kathleen now trying desperately to break away from her enemy as her chest and ribs began to ache.

Jennifer only clenched her teeth together, her eyes blazing with determination, breath hissing from between her pearly whites. Her???? arms also tightened more and more about her victim until she lifted Kathleen right off the ground, the brunette's bare feet dangling uselessly just a few inches above the floor as she cried out in the redhead's crushing hold. The anguish was fully evident in Kathleen's face as she felt her spine going to snap, her escape efforts useless as she felt herself headed for a blackout, the agony in her back almost unendurable ...

***

Jennifer only clenched her teeth together, her eyes blazing with determination, breath hissing from between her pearly whites. Her arms also tightened more and more about her victim until she lifted Kathleen right off the ground, the brunette's bare feet dangling uselessly just a few inches above the floor as she cried out in the redhead's crushing hold. The anguish was fully evident in Kathleen's face as she felt her spine going to snap, her escape efforts useless as she felt herself headed for a blackout, the agony in her back almost unendurable ... until she snapped her forward to smash her forehead hard into Jennifer's. The impact of skull upon skull resounded throughout the small cell they were in, as the stunned redhead's grip softened just enough for Kathleen to wriggle free. Both women fell backwards, both stunned by the sudden blow, and sat for a few moments just trying to regain their senses. A minute later and they were on their feet again, a little shaky but more than ready. Glaring and growling at one another, the two combatants stood just a few feet apart until they both lashed out and grabbed hold of one another's clothing. Strong hands shook, clawed, strained and pulled until cotton and nylon and acrylic gave way, shredding and ripping sounds piling on top of one another as they tore each other's dresses apart. Their attacks soon revealed form-fitting bikinis underneath, Kathleen in multi-patterned blue and Jennifer in solid red - briefs French-cut to show off each woman's long legs, soft cotton tops barely containing their more-than-ample breasts.

Kathleen grabbed Jennifer, Jennifer grabbed Kathleen, and sweat began to bead upon their shapely bodies as they struggled woman-to-woman. Their swimsuits soon suffered the same fate as their dresses, torn and ripped asunder, as their renewed mutual assault soon rendered both beauties completely nude, as they mused if they should have just stripped at the start. Now they were adorned in their customary catfighting attire, the way they had fought in almost all their bouts, from beaches, pools and motels to suites and apartments and rings. They pulled away from one another as they pulled the last scrap of clothing clear from each other's shapely form, and then tossed the ruined materials aside defiantly as they readied to really get down to business this day, once and for all.

Kathleen saw her chance to attack and lunged, only to see Jennifer step deftly to one side at the last instant and snake out with both hands to bury them in Kathleen's silky brown locks as the brunette rushed past. Smiling wickedly, Jennifer yanked Kathleen up and back by the hair before suspending her opponent in near mid-air, nearly lifting the brunette up onto her toes as she sought to rip Kathleen's hair out by its roots. Kathleen cried out and fumbled back at Jenn's thin wrists, but the determined redhead only pulled her enemy down and jacked her back up again, Jenn's feet planted firmly on the floor as she began to bend Kathleen back by the waist.

Pressing her advantage as Kathleen still struggled futilely to escape, Jennifer dragged the brunette back by the hair to the nearest wall and then slammed Kathleen up against the smooth gray surface, the brunette bearing the brunt of the initial blow with her back and shoulders. Kathleen then managed to reach out and clamp a hand over Jennifer's face, trying to claw her way free, but her retaliation disintegrated altogether when Jennifer slammed her opponent up against the wall one more time, smashing Kathleen's skull savagely against the cold, cruel cinderblock. Kathleen gasped at the blow, nearly collapsing in Jennifer's two-handed grip even as she pressed her own hands about the site of her injury. Jennifer grinned evilly at her adversary's plight, savoring the brunette's look of sheer anguish and physical pain, mouth agape and eyes shut tight, until she decided the brunette had had enough of a break and that it was time to punish her foe even further ...

Releasing her left hand from Kathleen's hair, she clamped it hard about Kathleen's throat, eliciting another gasp from the battered brunette as the redhead forced her victim up flush against the wall. Swinging herself left so that now she was directly in front of Kathleen, Jennifer freed up her right hand and brought it to bear upon Kathleen's throat as well before squeezing with all her strength, the redhead trying once again to choke the life from the other woman with her bare hands as Kathleen slumped slightly against the wall. The battered brunette reached out blindly to clutch Jenn ineffectually by the shoulders even as she felt her consciousness draining away ...

Soft breasts and furry crotches mashed together erotically as Jenn pressed up against Kathleen, her bare feet planted firmly on the floor for leverage as her bare hands tightened further about Kathleen's yielding throat, bony thumbs pressing murderously into the brunette's windpipe as Kath gasped her life away in the small space, the life-and-death struggle deep within the arena bowels unknown to all but the two combatants as Kathleen's life slowly began to run out between Jennifer's steely fingers.

"Want to die, Kath?" chided Jenn gleefully as she licked her lips and squeezed harder, confident she could choke Kathleen lifeless this time out, as she always felt she would, with Kathleen offering only token resistance as she gasped for unattainable air in her attacker's crushing grip.

"My god," though Kathleen through a haze of breathless agony, her lungs and throat burning and her body aching all over as she still reeled from the impact to her skull. "She's really trying to kill me ..."

TBC

Kathleen continued to reel in Jennifer's crushing choke, the redhead grimly strangling the brunette with her bare hands as she pressed her would-be victim up against the bathroom wall and brutally squeezed the brown-haired girl's soft, yielding throat. Kathleen ? gripped Jennifer's wrists, trying to pry those powerful hands loose from about her vulnerable neck, but her opponent clung to her tenaciously, refusing to allow the brunette even one breath as she sought to do away with her once and for all.

"Die, you little bitch!" snarled Jenn, her features coiling into a mask of hate as she tightened her hold, interlocking her fingers behind Kathleen's slender neck even as her thumbs pressed harder and harder into the brunette's windpipe, choking the life from her foe.

"Urkkk," was all Kathleen could offer in response as she felt her life literally running out, repressed and recent memories swirling from the recesses of her mind even as the ceiling began to spin about the dying brunette, light and shadow juxtaposed in colorful, fluid starbursts as her body prepared to cross over ... before her mind took control for one last-ditch effort, fueled ?by anger and hatred. She gritted her teeth even as she suffered, her watery brown eyes barely able to make out her attacker in front of her? as she forced herself to concentrate through her agony. Kathleen's perfect white teeth clenched together, grinding against one another to block out the pain, as she steeled herself for one last try, hands groping along Jenn's face and head, before the brunette snapped her hands out to box Jennifer hard about the ears with a loud thud.

Jennifer screamed as the room rang and reverberated about her after Kathleen had boxed her ears, and the redhead released Kathleen's tortured throat to clamp her hands about her own ears to try to stop the infernal ringing. Kathleen slumped down the wall to land on her cheeks, coughing and hacking as she rubbed her throat with own hand and the back of her head with the other. She watched with more than slight amusement as she saw Jennifer reeling from her attack, the redhead losing her balance as she tripped over her own feet and dropped down by the toilet, hands still pressed against her ears as she cried out in pain, suffering like she had rarely felt, especially in fighting with Kathleen.

Moments later and it was Kathleen's turn to go on the attack, as she clambered over on hands and knees towards her long-time rival whereupon she wrapped her hands about Jenn's scalp and began forcing the redhead down towards the water, trying to drown her enemy in the bowl. A humiliating way to go, thought Kathleen, still somewhat shaken from being cruelly strangled but in enough control to keep pushing down upon Jenn. The redhead was only now beginning to recover as she pressed one hand against the toilet seat to halt her descent, but only for a moment as Kathleen climbed upon Jennifer's back and began using her one hundred thirty-five pounds as leverage as she pressed down harder upon the back of Jenn's head with both hands, fully intent upon drowning the redhead, the water now less than half a foot away from Jennifer's nose and mouth.

The ringing in her ears had receded altogether and Jenn began using both hands to stymie Kathleen's effort, bracing them against the seat even as she pushed back against Kathleen's front with her shapely, luscious ass, her smooth, sweaty cheeks rubbing hard against Kathleen's already- moist crotch. The brunette tried to ignore the touch of her adversary's ass, tried to push her down and eliminate her, but she couldn't control the feelings welling up within. She felt herself shudder with desire, enough so that she slipped her hands down in front of Jennifer's body and latched them onto the redhead's shapely, succulent breasts before squeezing them sensually. The newfound distraction lasted long enough for Jenn to rear up and back and smash the back of her skull against Kathleen's pretty face, sending the brunette sprawling backwards as the redhead collapsed upon her hands and knees and breathed in raggedly, thankful she hadn't suffered such a humiliating fate.

They rested for long moments, each hoping to recover quickly so as not to be at the other woman's mercy, but their respective convalescence concluded almost at the same minute and they made their way towards one another to renew hostilities. They faced one another on their knees before wrapping their long, slender arms about one another's busty upper body in a mutual bearhug before beginning to squeeze with all their flagging strength, each woman hoping to squeeze the other into submission first. They strained and struggled against one another, each beauty trying to topple the other over or at least force her to the floor, but in the end they would wind up slamming against the deck simultaneously, arms still wrapped about one another even as they entwined their long, tapering legs together and began rolling back and forth upon the rubberized ground, first one woman on top and then the other, the two women still wrapping one another in fierce grips as they squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, neither siren willing to surrender, both beauties refusing to relent ...

***

Jennifer and Kathleen continued rolling about naked on the bathroom floor, arms tightening about one another's torso as the beautiful rivals squeezed one another in a mutual bearhug. First one woman was on top, and then the other as they rolled to and fro, each girl trying to take control of the fight while simultaneously suffering in her opponent's crushing grasp. Each beauty had both her arms wrapped about her adversary's upper body from the front, while behind one another's back each fighter had one hand wrapped about the wrist of the other hand and was drawing it along like a rope, tightening the hold and increasing the pressure about the other battler's shapely body. Both were finding it more and more difficult to breathe, as they increased the pressure upon each other's lungs, ribs and heart, and they exhaled in grunts and gasps as they struggled for supremacy, matters made more difficult by their constant rolling around, long sleek legs intertwining and contributing to the stalemate.

They eventually grew frustrated by their deadlock, with neither woman able to overpower the other, and soon they began to fight to free themselves from each other’s grasp. Pushing and shoving each other by the face and shoulders, they groped and gripped and finally ripped free of one another, just as Kathleen belted Jennifer with a right uppercut that stunned the redhead. The brunette then swung her long legs upwards and clenched her thighs tight about Jenn’s neck, while locking the ankles of her bare feet together to increase the pressure. Jenn gasped and began pounding away at Kathleen’s sleek but strong thighs, to no avail. She dug her short, sharp nails into her foe’s soft flesh, scratching and clawing, eliciting a grimace and then a shriek from Kathleen, but the angered brunette only clenched her legs tighter, cutting off her enemy’s oxygen as Jennifer closed her eyes and gasped for precious breath. She tugged at Kathleen’s crushing thighs, trying to force her hands between her enemy’s legs and her neck and force her own way free, but the brunette had her victim totally trapped.

A sinister grin colored Kathleen’s countenance as she thought she needed only a few more minutes of unyielding pressure to crush her adversary’s neck and finish her off for good, but she never got the chance. Just as Kathleen reached down to grab the ankle of one leg and punish Jennifer further by locking her up in a classic figure-four leg lock, a desperate Jennifer forced her head alongside Kathleen’s left thigh, bared her teeth and sank them into the soft, yielding flesh. Kathleen shrieked at this new agony and began pounding away upon Jennifer’s skull, pulling at her foe’s fiery hair and smashing her balled-up fists into her red head, but Jenn only bit down deeper and harder, trying to block out the pain by tugging with her arms while further injuring her enemy with her bite. Finally Kathleen landed a hard right to Jennifer’s left cheek, bone connecting upon bone with a loud crack, a shot that staggered Jenn long enough for Kathleen to pull her thigh free and unwrap her long legs from about the redhead, the brunette scuttling backwards and trying to put some distance between the two struggling sirens.

Jenn massaged her sore cheek as she flexed and rolled her head about, stretching her neck and making sure there was no permanent damage. Kathleen examined her own thigh, now stained with ugly purple bite marks, but she was thankful the bitch hadn’t drawn blood. It still hurt like hell though, and the pain preocuupied the brunette long enough for the redhead to launch herself wordlessly at her unwary enemy and tackle her to the floor. A tangle of arms and legs followed and the two women were at it once more, grabbing, groping, wrapping and squeezing as they again began to roll about the floor, each trying to get on top and overpower the other.

Their headlong rolling ceased only when Jennifer freed up one leg and lashed out to brace it against the nearest wall, halting the two women's roll and leaving the redhead on top. Jennifer then moved like lightning, releasing her bearhug and freeing up her hands to grasp Kathleen by both sides of her pretty face. Seizing the moment, Jennifer shrugged off Kathleen's own squeezing about her waist and began banging the back of the brunette's head hard against the floor, once, twice, three times in all, each blow eliciting an anguished moan from the hapless combatant as she relinquished her own hold to again try and assuage her own agony, hands now pressing against the back of her head, ignoring impending danger in her pain.

Seconds later and she experienced a new but familiar anguish as her flame-tressed enemy once again locked her powerful hands about her rival’s neck and began to strangle her, even harder than before. Kathleen's eyes bulged as the breath was again brutally squeezed from her beautiful naked body, Her curved breasts shook as she began coughing her life out again, as Jennifer lay atop her victim and throttled her mercilessly. She banged Kathleen's head against the floor again, the dimpled rubber coating doing nothing to soften the blow and only serving to intensify the brunette's already-pounding headache. Her hands still rubbed the back of her head, even as Jennifer continued to choke her savagely, the redhead smiling wickedly once more as she pressed her thumbs deeper into Kathleen's throat, deep depressions forming in the brunette’s already-bruised windpipe as her adversary poured on the pressure in a cruel, lingering grip, Jenn’s knuckles whitening in the effort. Four fabulous breasts and two furry crotches pressed together as they lay there like lovers, Jenn’s body shaking with each thrust of her gripping hands, the redhead grinning from ear to ear as she dominated her foe, who by now had shifted her hands to clutch her attacker’s wrists even as she continued to cough and hack hoarsely, Kath’s throat and lungs burning beneath the pressure being brought to bear upon her body.

“Can’t ... breathe ...” she managed to mouth before the coughing wracked her body again, her chest and arms shaking with each outburst, as many as a half-dozen harsh coughs in sequence.

“Never again, bitch!” leered Jennifer as she got nose-to-nose with her opponent, before adding “Now die!” Then she put everything she had into her latest chokehold, her fingers interlocking behind Kathleen’s neck while the redhead’s steely thumbs pressed down into her victim’s throat, harder than ever ...

***

Kathleen gasped horribly as she drew her head back and twisted slowly from side to side, trying to soften the agony in the back of her head even as her neck was crushed from in front. She gasped again, her life running out between her foe’s fingers, as her vision grew blurry and she felt her lungs about to burst from lack of oxygen. She still tugged futilely at her enemy’s wrists, Jennifer hanging on like industrial-strength adhesive as felt the life leaving her - before she reached up and pressed her thumbs into Jennifer’s eyes, gouging them with her remaining strength.

The redhead’s ensuing screams shattered the stillness of the small room, drowning out Kathleen’s tortured coughs as the redhead broke off her choke to slap away Kathleen’s hands and roll off of the brunette. Fingers brushed about her eyes nervously - had the bitch jammed a nail into her eye? Was she bleeding? - and fear coursed through her like liquid, her vision frighteningly blurred ... but only temporarily. Thankfully she had broken loose before permanent damage had been done, but damn it, she had had that bitch! Had her and let her go before she could finish her off ...

Her face a mask of pure hate, she got to her knees and stared down at the wounded other woman before descending with outstretched hands, the redhead ready to close them again upon Kathleen’s throat and finish the job - only to catch two feet hammer her in the chest and stomach as Kathleen lashed out desperately, wanting nothing more than to keep Jennifer away but collecting an unexpected bonus as Jenn slammed against the wall, head striking the cinderblock hard and eliciting a pained moan before the redhead slumped down to the floor. Kathleen still lay on her back, rubbing her head and throat, a slight smile creasing her dry lips as she saw Jenn hit the wall hard and slump onto her ass. Jenn just sat there, stunned and exhausted, needing to rest, as did Kathleen - but it was the brunette who recovered first, and it was the brunette who went on the offensive as she sat up, ambled over on her knees, and began to reach out with both hands ...

Jennifer sat slumped against the bathroom wall, still stunned by Kathleen’s kick and her ensuing collision with the cinderblock. Kathleen had risen painfully to her knees, having survived Jennifer's latest attempt to choke her to death, and despite the punishment she had endured so far she was determined to pay her hated enemy back in kind. Closing upon her long-time foe, the brunette knelt in front of the redhead just as she reached out with both hands and latched them onto Jennifer's coll?arbones, on either side of Jenn's neck, before hatefully pressing her thumbs into the redhead's throat. Jennifer coughed as Kathleen began to choke her, and at first the bruised and battered redhead offered no resistance as her opponent strangled her, but soon she was squeezing her hands about the brunette's wrists, trying to pry these hateful fingers off of her windpipe, even as her adversary hung on with both hands and squeezed even harder.

"Stop ... strangling me ..." coughed out the redhead, even as she struggled with her attacker to no avail. Kathleen, for her part, could care less what Jennifer had to say, the brunette having already suffered too much today. Her pretty brown eyes were half-closed but filled with cold rage, pure hatred for the gorgeous rival who had nearly ended the brunette's life on several occasions in all their many encounters, the redhead's powerful hands squeezing steel-like about the brunette’s throat until she finally passed out. Now that the stakes in their femfight rivalry had seemingly escalated between life and death, Kathleen was determined to be the only woman left breathing when the winner was ultimately declared.

"Kill you ..." growled Kathleen, words issuing forth hatefully from her gravely throat. "Kill you ..."

She clung to her enemy's neck with both hands, pressure increasing murderously with each squeeze even as the tired brunette leaned forward on her toes and bent her knees to press in closer to her would-be victim until the two women's thick, pointed nipples were almost touching. Jennifer still tried to pull Kathleen's iron hands loose from around her slender neck, but the redhead knew she would likely expire before she broke free, tired as she was, and decided her salvation lay in counterattacking.

"Like hell ..." she croaked from her choked throat.

***

Detaching her hands from Kathleen's wrists, Jennifer reached out to grip Kathleen's soft, succulent breasts, one in each hand, and began squeezing them mercilessly. The brunette threw back her head and howled, and tried to pull back and away, but the redhead only sank her talons deeper into those fleshy mounds and squeezed even harder - not the gentle, sensual squeeze of a tender lover, but the hateful, pitiless squeeze of a hateful enemy. Kathleen kept choking her enemy, hoping to strangle the life from Jenn quickly, but t?he pains in her chest were fast becoming unbearable. Kathleen cried out again as Jennifer coughed in turn, the strangler and the squeezer stalemated and almost on their last legs.

Then Jennifer increased her attack by launching a stinging slap with her left hand that cracked like a rifle shot across Kathleen's right cheek, followed by another, and another, the redhead slapping Kathleen more and more down to her left until Jennifer clinched matters by balling up her left hand into a bony fist and smashing it hard into Kathleen's right temple. The battered brunette yelled again even as her enemy wrenched free of her choking grasp and landed a right hook to the other side of Kathleen's pretty face, the brunette's long curly brown hair flying along with her as she fell to her right. Jennifer then quickly planted the soles of her bare feet against Kathleen's bouncing ??breasts and extended her long legs in one quick thrust to launch the brunette away across the width of the bathroom. Kathleen tumbled backwar?ds and landed on her back, as Jenn massaged her sore throat and stared hatefully at her enemy, a slight smile crossing her pretty face as she watched the brunette's crashdown.

Another mutual rest period followed, both women battered and bruised, but neither ready to call today's match a draw. A minute later they rose shakily to their feet and came to grips again, grabbing and squeezing each other's breasts even as they cried out in pain. Soon after they switched to hair-pulling, to hand-over-mouth smothering, and even to choking, but neither could gain the upper hand. Feeling themselves both going under, they broke off their chokes and exchanged punches, knuckles smashing against cheeks and jaws, into guts and breasts, but still no clear-cut winner. Kathleen then leaned in close, seized Jenn’s perfect jugs again in both her greedy hands, and lowered her head to close her jaws cruelly upon the redhead's left tit, but she barely made any teeth marks before Jenn's rising knee found her furry crotch.

Kathleen backhanded Jenn across the cheek before bending over and clutching her wounded womanhood with both hands, but then Jennifer grabbed the brunette behind the head with both hands and forced Kathleen's face into her sweated breasts, trying to suffocate her foe. Kathleen managed to punch Jennifer between the legs to make them even, as Jenn released her ????hold and tended to her injured pussy, the two women in unbelievable pain but still glaring daggers at one another. The brunette spread her arms wide and readied to wrap them about her adversary, but Jennifer surprised. With the two women just scant feet apart, Jennifer was suddenly airborne, tapping ?a hidden burst of strength to leap straight up in the air before uncocking her legs from beneath her shapely form and slamming her bare feet hard into Kathleen's body like twin jackhammers. The redhead's spectacular-if-unexpected drop kick propelled the brunette backwards, arms and legs flailing as she fell back and down, her left temple grazing the edge of the sink as she tumbled to the floor. Jenn had landed hard on her side after kicking Kathleen, but she still recovered faster than her foe did, and made her way over on perfectly tapered if unsteady legs even as Kathleen clutched the edge of the long ceramic sink with both hands and tried to prop herself up, the brunette facing the mirror but with her head down, thus leaving her unable to see her enemy slowly advancing on her from behind, with mayhem on her mind ...

***

Slowly, stealthily, Jennifer approached Kathleen from behind, the redhead scowling as she focused upon doing irreparable damage to the figure in front of her, the woman she hated most in the world. The brunette was clutching the edge of the sink, still reeling from the last blow, unaware of the danger advancing on her.

She discovered soon enough when she felt Jenn’s fingers wrapping tightly into her sweated brown curls, the redhead planting her feet on the floor for leverage as she pulled with all her might, muscles throbbing as she strained to rip the brunette’s hair out. Kathleen cried out and reached back to try and dislodge Jenn’s grip, but her strength was nearly gone and the advantage was all Jennifer’s, made even more so when the redhead rammed one of her knees hard into the brunette’s vulnerable spine. Kathleen cried out again and clutched her wounded back with one hand while still fumbling at Jenn’s hands with the other, as Jenn smiled as wickedly as ever and pulled back further, putting a terrible strain on Kathleen’s neck and back as well as the roots of her glossy dark brown locks. Her attacker pulled back and down, increasing the force on her foe’s sweated form, as Kathleen gritted her teeth and tried to block out the pain but failed miserably.

The pain continued, growing increasingly worse, Kathleen feeling as though either her beautiful hair would rip loose or her slender neck would break, her fate all but sealed until suddenly the pressure on her back and scalp surceased ... only to be replaced by new agony on her upper back and chin. Jennifer had released her double-handed hairpull, only to lock her powerful hands together beneath Kathleen’s lower jaw and then pull upwards with all her might, trapping her hated enemy in a modified camel clutch as the brunette gripped the sides of the sink in front of her and moaned out loud as her attacker poured on the pressure.

Kathleen fumbled at Jennifer’s fingers as the redhead continued breaking the brunette’s back, pulling upwards with all her might, the attacker’s hands locked sensually about her victim’s chin and jaw. She clenched her teeth in the effort, breath hissing forth as she punished her opponent, more than small part of the redhead reveling in her dark-haired foe’s agony. Kathleen continued to moan as her spine and neck were stretched, her own strength almost gone and her exhaustion almost complete. She marveled at her redheaded enemy’s stamina, wondering how Jenn always seemed to have boundless energy, but Kathleen’s speculations soon wavered as her head flushed with a dull, throbbing pain, the remnant of the glancing blow where the sink had struck her temple following Jenn’s unexpected drop kick moments before. The same sink she now clung to for dear life as she all but conceded defeat, too tired to resist Jenn’s grip anymore ...

... until her hated adversary wrapped her hands about the brunette’s neck from behind and began squeezing, fingers pressing in on Kathleen’s throat and thumbs anchoring into the back of her neck as Jennifer began to strangle her senseless one more time. The redhead shook the brunette back and firth as Kathleen still clutched the sink, eyes closed as she suffered once more in her enemy’s steely grasp. Jennifer licked her lips eagerly and took great delight in her foe’s latest predicament, the flame-tressed siren believing that her lovely victim was on the ropes and soon would stop struggling altogether.
Punctuating her efforts, Jennifer pulled Kathleen upright to a standing position, the mirror reflecting the one-sided struggle as Jennifer wrapped her fingers even tighter about Kathleen’s throat and squeezed harder and harder, as Kathleen clutched feebly at her attacker’s hands, the brunette swallowing painfully as her throat was crushed, her eyes still closed in agony and threatening to spill tears at any moment, but she didn’t want to give that bitch Jennifer the satisfaction.

She vowed inwardly she would die first, then realized with a chill that perhaps that fate wasn’t so far off. She struggled some more against her adversary’s grip, trying to intertwine her fingers with Jenn’s but no good - Kathleen’s strength was shot, she would have fallen off her feet if Jenn wasn’t holding her up and it was all she could do to stay conscious in her increasing agony ... until Jennifer decided to prolong said agony by realizing her crushing choke to lower her hands and squeeze them painfully about Kathleen’s sweet breasts. Kathleen moaned as her mounds were crushed, tried again to pry Jenn’s fingers loose, but only stumbled in the half-hearted effort and suffered even more as the redhead’s fingertips pulled and pinched at the brunette’s thick nipples, stretching them forward and letting them snap back before beginning the vicious tit torture all over again. Kathleen staggered in her foe’s terrible two-handed grip, eventually ceasing her resistance and letting her arms drop uselessly to her sides as Jenn mauled her, the brunette letting her breasts be crushed like sponges as she sought to stave off inevitable, forced sleep ...

...which beckoned even more to the beleaguered beauty as Jennifer switched her merciless grip one last time and plastered her hands upwards and over Kathleen’s nose and mouth to begin suffocating the hapless brunette. Jenn’s right hand was cupped fully over Kathleen’s pouty lips, palm far enough away from Kathleen’s teeth to avoid injury, while still expertly sealing off the brunette’s mouth as the fingers of Jenn’s left hand pinched Kathleen’s nostrils completely closed.

Kathleen’s brown eyes opened wearily at her newest peril, but she knew the end was near. Once more she groped uselessly at Jennifer’s hands, but Jenn pressed and pinched as tightly as she could, her angry teeth gritting together until they actually hurt, so determined was the redhead to hand-smother her enemy out cold. Kathleen offered a few token “mmmpphhs” from beneath Jenn’s smothering hands, as she fought to keep her eyes open, but a minute or two later her last resistance melted, her last vestiges of energy eluded her altogether, and she succumbed to Jennifer’s ruthless suffocation.

Jenn held her victim upright for the next minute or two, certifying that Kathleen was indeed unconscious, watching intently in the mirror before the two battling beauties, and then she slowly let her enemy drop to the rubber floor with a soft thud, the brunette lying on her back with her legs bent upwards, arms splayed wide, mouth agape and eyes closed. Jenn allowed herself a slight smile before that hateful, determined snarl returned and she quickly dropped to her knees beside her prize and reached out with both hands to clamp them tight about Kathleen’s neck. Kathleen remained motionless as Jennifer began squeezing in a death grip, thumbs pressing murderously into the brunette’s unprotected windpipe as Kathleen remained blissfully unaware of her impending demise. Jenn squeezed with all her strength, determined to choke Kathleen to death with her bare hands, once for all, after so many nay close calls and near-misses over the many months before. Just a few more minutes of increasing, unyielding pressure, and it would be all over. Yes, she mused wickedly, just a few more minutes of choking, and ...

... god ...dammit ... all!

Hands still wrapped about her prey’s throat, Jennifer suddenly looked up and around and realized she might as well turn herself in to the police tonight if she ended Kathleen’s life here and now. Not only would she be unable to get the brunette’s body past arena security, the redhead’s fingerprints were plastered all over the site of the struggle. No way would she be able to scour the whole area clean, especially with no cleaning supplies on hand, and one stray print or loose strand of hair, was all that would be needed to put her away when Kathleen didn’t turn up at work next week ...

Jenn had been so eager to combat the brunette and wring the life from her nude body that she had stupidly failed to consider all the consequences and ramifications of a fatal victory, so caught up had she been in her catfight lust. She dejectedly detached her hands from about her prey’s slender neck and sat up against the wall, the redhead pushing her tousled hair from out of her pretty face as she sat there, victorious but unfulfilled. She really felt she would have put an end to her longtime rival today, had had her on the ropes so many times and finally triumphed over her, and instead the brunette had been granted a reprieve because of her enemy’s shortsightedness.

No matter, she thought, looking over at the fallen Kathleen, barely breathing but breathing, chest rising and falling ever so slightly even as ugly purple bruises stained her throat and neck. Kathleen would live to wrestle another day, yes, even though I just won, Jenn smiled wickedly. But not next time.

No, the brunette was living on borrowed time, and their next fight would assuredly be her last. Of anything. Jenn grinned wider as she stared at her fallen foe, and felt that sudden rush from crotch to chest that she always got when she was choking Kathleen surge through her sleek naked form once more.

Can’t wait, thought Jennifer sinisterly, murder on the mind. Can’t wait to choke Kathleen again - and choke the life from her, once and for all.

And next time, vowed the redhead, there won’t be any evidence. She smiled again, more certain than ever that the end was coming. For Kathleen, anyway ...

END