They checked in
together and made their way to Room 228. The clerk at the
desk probably
thought they were lesbians, but Kathleen and Jennifer didn't
care. Not
that they desired each other - each woman would both admit (albeit
begrudgingly)
that the other one was pretty, but they both preferred men,
thank you.
They had driven to the small motel 35 miles out of the way to
sweat
together this weekend - but in combat, not lust.
Before they fought
to kill each other. Now they fought because they enjoyed
it. Not that all
was completely forgiven between them - whatever had caused
them to come
to blows in the first place - but they decided if they had to
work
together, they might as well learn to grin and bear it. They could
always
take out their frustrations once a week when they would shed their
clothing
and square off woman-to-woman, wherever that would be.
The first
bout had been in a gym a year ago, the second on a beach six months
back.
Last week it had been in an actual wrestling ring at the downtown arena
where
they both earned a paycheck. And now it would be in a motel, far from
town.
The entire weekend was theirs, and what better way to spend it (other
than
sex) than by wrestling each other over and over again in a small room
that
boasted almost all the amenities of home. Heck, with room service, they
never
even had to leave until Sunday night. A place to shower, a place to
sleep,
a place to struggle and squeeze ...
No sooner had they gotten to
their room than they locked the door behind them
and made preparations
for their inaugural holiday bout. Tossing their
suitcases aside, they
stripped to the skin and faced each other on their
knees on the
queen-size bed. Both girls were in their mid-20s, had fair white
skin,
stood about 5'7, and weighed around 135 pounds. Jennifer had long,
reddish-blonde
hair which she had tied behind her in a ponytail. Kathleen had
dark brown
hair, which cascaded down in curls around her shoulders.
Long-legged and
fairly busty, they were about as evenly-matched as two women
could be, as
their record against each other demonstrated, each with a win, a
loss,
and a tie, the outcome always decided by two hands tightening about a
vulnerable
throat. They were open to trying any sorts of catfighting maneuver
against
each other, but they especially loved choking one another. They had
throttled
each other out cold in their wrestling ring match, each refusing to
relent
in the other's grip, after Jennifer had claimed their first encounter
and
Kathleen had triumphed in the second. Now they were content to put the
record
between them aside, although they both would still do anything to win.
Anything.
The
bout was joined as Jennifer lunged forward to seize Kathleen by the
throat
with both hands and squeeze ruthlessly, fingers crushing Kathleen's
neck.
The brunette gasped for a second before joining her hands and smashing
them
down on the bridge of the redhead's nose. A wounded Jennifer let go and
fell
back on the bed, Kathleen surging forward after her; but the redhead
braced
her feet against the brunette's chest and thrust her back. Regaining
their
knees, they grabbed each other in grips of steel, arms wrapped tightly
about
each other's upper bodies as they rolled back and forth on the
comforter.
Their legs became entangled as they fell sideways and fought and
kicked
for advantage, neither woman able to gain the upper hand (or foot). So
lost
were they in their struggle that they didn't see the edge of the bed
coming
up until they had rolled right off it and onto the floor with a heavy
thud.
Both women were dazed by the fall and began to sit up slowly, but
Kathleen
recovered first. Getting behind Jennifer, she scissored the
redhead's waist
from behind before draping her arms across Jennifer's
neck in a chokehold.
Jennifer gasped as the breath was double-squeezed
from her body, but she
managed to pitch forward until she was on her
knees, still under siege by the
brunette. Rising slowly to her feet, with
Kathleen still mounted on her back,
Jennifer wrapped her long arms over
and underneath Kathleen's smooth thighs
until she herself stood up
straight (with Kathleen on her like a writhing,
wriggling backpack) and
then steeled herself for her counterattack. She
waited one, two, three
seconds as Kathleen continued to crush her at both
ends, then drove
herself backwards at full speed until she crashed into the
wall behind
them.
Stunned by the blow, Kathleen felt her grips loosen. Two more
back-first
crashes into the wall and she tumbled off of the redhead to
land heavily on
the green-carpeted floor. Jennifer knew it was now her
turn to make her
opponent pay, and she reached down to grab Kathleen by
the ankles before
dragging her to the middle of the room between the bed
and television, the
carpet scraping and roughing up Kathleen's tender
breasts. The brunette
sobbed slightly, but next thing she knew she was
being hoisted in the air and
turned 180 degrees. She felt arms wrapping
about her waist and fists knotting
in the small of her back, followed by
intense pressure as Jennifer began
crushing her in a classic textbook
bearhug.
Kathleen's arms splayed out helplessly to the sides as Jennifer
intensified
her vise-like hold, squeezing the life from the brunette
while bouncing the
dark-haired girl up and down on her toes. Kathleen
moaned as she felt her
spine snapping under the relentless pressure; she
saw Jennifer's blue eyes
ablaze, her white teeth firmly clenched, as the
redhead funneled every ounce
of effort into her thin but strong arms.
Feeling the fight draining from her,
Kathleen began to push under
Jennifer's chin with both hands, trying to push
out of her foe's grasp,
but the redhead only reared back and lifted the
brunette even higher into
the air before slamming her back down onto the
soles of her bare
feet.
Frantic now, Kathleen decided to circumvent the immediate
problem by giving
Jennifer something else to concentrate on. Her left
hand clamped over the
redhead's mouth, while her right hand pinched
Jennifer's nostrils shut to
complete a perfect smother hold. Jennifer's
eyes grew even wider as she
struggled to breathe and found no air coming
in. She squeezed Kathleen even
harder, further damaging the brunette's
back, but the other woman's soft
hands held fast over her pretty face.
Frantic herself now, Jennifer released
the brunette from her arms and
seized Kathleen by the wrists, but then
Kathleen rammed her knee up into
the redhead's crotch, bone connecting on
bone with a sharp crack. The
redhead whimpered and whined, but her cries were
muffled by Kathleen's
suffocating hands. Desperate to escape as the room
began to swirl around
her from lack of oxygen, Jennifer pulled and tugged
like mad, using up
her much of her air in the process, until finally she
wrenched free and
gasped for breath, sweaty breasts heaving and falling as
she sucked in
sweet lungfuls of breath.
Her mini-victory was short-lived, though,
as Kathleen again drove her knee up
into Jennifer's womanhood, dropping
the anguished redhead to her own knees.
Kathleen then spun her enemy
around and threw her face-first against the
dresser. Jennifer was stunned
and offered no resistance as Kathleen reached
down in front of her and
grabbed the redhead's pert breasts. She pulled the
redhead up to her feet
and began mauling her antagonist's mammaries from
behind, their
respective ecstasy and agony fully apparent in the mirror in
front of
them - Kathleen grinning wickedly in domination, Jennifer suffering
silently
with eyes shut tight. The brunette continued to rough up the redhead
in
this manner for the next few moments, Jennifer's soft fleshy mounds like
silly
putty in her greedy, grasping hands, until she slammed Jennifer down
headfirst
into the dresser again.
The redhead was almost knocked cold by the
blow, but hung in there as she
clutched at the dresser and tried to
regain her feet. She stumbled the first
time, and then the second, displacing
the drawer in front of her, but she
began to rise slightly on the third
attempt. A wicked thought crossed
Kathleen's mind as this new opportunity
arose in front of her. She knew she
really shouldn't - but she also
figured when would she ever have the chance
to do this again?
Smiling
evilly as she grabbed Jennifer by the back of the shoulders, Kathleen
forced
the redhead down again until Jennifer's breasts were all the way
inside
the open drawer; then she released the redhead and pushed the drawer
shut
hard - with Jennifer's hanging tits in the way.
Jennifer wanted to
scream, but Kathleen quickly covered her mouth with one
hand to stifle
her, while using her other hand to keep pressing the drawer
forward,
assaulting Jennifer's chest as if it were stuck in compactor. Tears
spilled
from Jennifer's eyes, but not just from pain. Her anger rising as her
consciousness
fully returned, a furious Jennifer reached up and back with
both hands
and clamped them upside-down around Kathleen's neck to begin
choking her,
the brunette having leaned too close to her victim. Kathleen
began to gag
and sputter as Jennifer pressed her thumbs down hard on the
brunette's
windpipe, and she released both Jennifer's mouth and the drawer to
try
and pry Jennifer's fingers loose from her throat. Jennifer's hands
continued
to grip and squeeze as the redhead rocked her body back and forth
to free
her trapped bust, until at last she was loose. She then felt hands
sliding
around her own throat from behind as Kathleen decided to choke her
way to
freedom, and for long moments they stood there in the small room,
stalemated
in their awkward double-chokehold.
Finally the redhead broke the
tie. Jennifer got her arms under Kathleen's
legs again, as Kathleen
throttled her, and rising up with the brunette on her
back, toppled
Kathleen back onto the bed where they began to struggle once
more.
Jennifer turned violently to wrench herself free from Kathleen's
behind-the-back
stranglehold, and the two women then fought face-to-face on
the
comforter, the redhead on top, raining down slaps and punches on her
opponent's
pretty face. Seizing the advantage as Kathleen tried to cover up,
Jennifer
grabbed the brunette by the hair before flattening herself down
against
her foe and forcing her bouncing boobs over the brunette's face in a
classic
breast-smother.
Kathleen clawed at Jennifer's shoulders with her
nails and scissored the
redhead's waist with her legs, but Jennifer
continued to hump and grind her
chest against Kathleen's face, cutting
off her oxygen. Their furry pussies
ground together as they strained
against each other, both women feeling
ecstasy even as they fought
against each other. Jennifer held Kathleen's head
even tighter, the flesh
of her breasts filling Kathleen's breathing passages,
the brunette's jaws
too constrained to open and bite her way free as she had
done before in
these situations. Kathleen's legs fell limply away from about
Jennifer's
torso as she weakened in the other woman's grip.
Finally, when
Kathleen was on the verge of passing out, Jennifer released her
prey and
got up off her. Getting behind the brunette, Jennifer pushed
Kathleen up
onto her ass before reaching underneath the brunette's legs to
grab her
under the knees. Jennifer then reared back to put terrible pressure
on
Kathleen's legs and lower back, but the exhausted brunette could offer no
resistance. She simply whimpered and scrunched her airborne toes, her
helplessness evident in the mirror. Jennifer held Kathleen this way for the
next minute or two, biting down on a toe or two of the brunette's to hurt
her
a little bit more, before sliding her soft hands down to the
brunette's
brown-furred crotch.
"No," whispered a
frightened Kathleen. "No, don't …"
"Shhh,"
whispered Jennifer back softly.
Once there, Jennifer's fingers
began to pry Kathleen's fleshy pussy lips
apart, spreading them wider and
wider until Kathleen was fighting madly to
both stay conscious and not
cum all over the comforter. But they both knew it
couldn't end like this.
There was only one way their combats could conclude.
Jennifer
released her hold, sank her hands into Kathleen's ass, and pushed
Kathleen
forward to the corner edge of the bed. Rolling the brunette over,
Jennifer
again flattened herself atop her foe and entwined her long legs
under and
over Kathleen's, locking her ankles around the brunette's, until
she had
achieved a perfect grapevine. She also bound Kathleen's wrists
tightly
with her own hands, to prevent any sudden counterattacks.
Kathleen's
head lolled just over the edge of the soft semi-luxurious bed, and
Jennifer
decided to finish this round of their weekend-long fight. First she
bit
down on Kathleen's left breast, chewing heartily on the erect brown
nipple
and the soft surrounding white flesh, as Kathleen squealed softly,
hoping
it would end soon, the brunette knowing she was going down to defeat
but
too tired to really resist any more. A minute or more later, and the
redhead
decided to go for the coup-de-grace they had both been expecting.
Her
face right in Kathleen's, Jennifer locked both of her hands about the
brunette's
throat and began to squeeze methodically, making short sharp
thrusts with
her thumbs and hands. The two beauties bounced up and down on
the bed,
Kathleen growing more subservient, Jennifer growing more frenzied
the
harder she choked her victim, until the redhead felt she was going to
orgasm
right then and there; Kathleen's throat felt good in her hands as they
sank
deeper into its soft, yielding flesh. The brunette had no leverage and
no
route of escape. She could only scratch at the back of her attacker's
shoulders
as she felt her consciousness slipping away. The hands held,
pulling the
brunette's head up and down slightly as their pressure slowly but
steadily
increased. Both women's eyes were shut tight in respective ecstasy
and
agony as before, the roles reversed this time. Kathleen's resistance grew
ever feebler, the breath being squeezed bodily from the beautiful
brunette. A
final thrust of the lovely redhead's gripping, squeezing
hands; a final
languid gasp from the anguished, fading brunette … and
then they were still.
Only the redhead was left awake.
Jennifer
had just taken the lead in their head-to-head catfight/choking
competition.
END