(This is a sequel to STAR FEUDS #4, all feedback is most welcome)

The limo dropped Kirsty Gallacher at the deserted football stadium at 3pm on a bright Summer afternoon. She tipped the driver and headed to the main reception area where the doorman let her in and told her that her colleagues were waiting for her inside. The place had an eerie feel to it as it was close season and everyone seemed to be on their holidays and Kirsty was here to film some excerpts for a documentary.

She was dressed in a tight white blouse, the top three buttons undone to partly display her magnificent cleavage, and equally tight blue jeans. She moved through the deserted ground like the confident young woman she was. This was just another job and she would get it shot then head out on the town for a few drinks and try and pull some lucky guy.. It never crossed Kirsty’s mind as she walked toward the entrance tunnel onto the pitch that surely there would be some sign of the television camera crew by now. But it never struck her as strange as she moved down the tunnel and shielded her eyes from the bright afternoon sun. Just as her head emerged from the tunnel she registered a movement to her right but was too late to do anything to avoid the plank of solid wood that swung round and smashed straight on into her face. Reeling from the shock of the blow as much as the force behind it she collapsed forward onto her hands and knees and saw through blurring eyes a steady drip of her own blood drop from her busted open nose. She heard scampering footsteps and looked up just in time to make out a figure in a red top and shorts run towards her and land a vicious kick right into her jaw, sending her sprawling in semi-consciousness onto the hard surface next to the pitch.

It was Louise Redknapp delivering the blow with the plank and the kick. She had been beaten and humiliated by the proud brunette months earlier (see Star Feuds #4) along with her friend Cat Deeley , and while Cat wanted no part of revenge, Louise was desperate to dish it out. So she had set up this shoot and cancelled it at the last minute so that her target would turn up alone, with the ground deserted they would have all the time in the world to sort out their differences in a rematch. Of course Kirsty was oblivious to all of this. Louise was clad in football top and shorts and with studded football boots on her feet that kick she had swung into Kirsty’s unprotected face had been particularly damaging.

Through something, maybe a survival instinct, Kirsty forced herself up onto her hands and knees. sensing that she was going to be in a world of trouble if she stayed down. Louise saw with glee that as well as the blood from her nose, Kirsty now sported a busted open lip which had a streak of blood trailing from it also. Kirsty managed to look up again and recognise her attacker and as everything became clearer it mattered not one jot because Louise swung that foot again this time connecting solidly with Kirsty’s exposed right ribcage. It was like being in a car crash such was the impact and it was enough to lift Kirsty bodily off the ground and into air for a second until she rolled onto her back, almost unable to catch her breath.

As Kirsty lay there, helpless, Louise placed the sole of her studded boot carefully on top of Kirsty’s face and twisted her ankle, grinding the studs painfully on Kirsty’s damaged face.

“Remember me Bitch? I am going to fuck you up so bad, you are going to regret every crossing me you cunt!”

This final insult was topped off with a hard kick into Kirsty’s crotch between her spread thighs. Louise laughed aloud at the pitiful howl her victim gave as the blow connected and stood back to catch her own breath. Her pretty cheeks were flushed and red and sweat already flowed on her exposed forehead (her beautiful long brown hair tied in a sporty pony tail behind her head). She was full of anger and frustration, as she had been ever since her defeat and humiliation at Kirsty’s house and she was desperate to gain an equal or greater measure of revenge against the dark haired bitch. And remember ding how she had been stripped and scarred by Kirsty she had exactly the same fate in mind for her enemy.

To this end she wasted no time hooking her fingers into the buttoned front of Kirsty’s blouse and roughly tugged it from Kirsty’s body, before ripping off her white bra and jeans and finally, with absolutely no resistance Kirsty’s white panties were ripped from her fit body. By this point Kirsty had rolled to her front and was pathetically dragging herself away from Louise, inch by painful inch, while Louise stood behind her amused at her pitiful escape attempt. An escape attempt that was halted after 10 yards or so by Louise carefully stamping her sole down onto the side of Kirsty’s left tit, eliciting another howl of pain from the Scot. She cruelly ground her tit into the grass under her stud before dropping onto Kirsty’s back and wrenching Kirsty’s bloody head up with a sharp tug on her hair. Louise leaned in close and hissed in her ear.

“You dirty bitch, I fucking hate you. I’m gonna fucking rip your fat tits off and ram them down your throat!”

She got up and delivered another crunching kick to Kirsty’s ribs and watched as Kirsty rolled over and over in agony and an attempt to distance her from her attacker. She was rolling toward the goalmouth and that was just fine by Louise as she had a length of rope waiting there to tie around Kirsty’s arms and tie her to the post so she could dish out even more extreme punishment. Louise literally kicked Kirsty to the goals, raining kicks to her side, back and backside on the way until the crossbar and posts surrounded them. Louise was taking her time, measuring every blow and she rolled Kirsty to her front, enjoyed the sight of her busted open face and proceeded to kneel over her and deliver ten hard punches to Kirsty’s damaged nose, bringing forth a fresh dose of claret from Kirsty’s face.

With Kirsty seemingly out of it lying by one of the wooden posts Louise grabbed the length of rope she had set there earlier in the day, only to find that a grounds man had tied it to the netting. Still that was no bother she could just take her time and untie it before stringing the bitch up with it, Kirsty was in no fit state to fight back. And she wasn’t, however, she was conscious enough to realise Louise was somewhat distracted and that her long boot lace had come loose unbeknownst to Louise. With all the speed and silence she could muster she extended her fingers, trapped the lace and laced it around the netting in as tight knot as she could muster then pulled the other knot loose and wound it around the post and Louise’s ankle. Feeling the activity at her feet Louise just assumed Kirsty was coming round and moved to stamp down on her. Immediately, she knew something was wrong, her feet were stuck and she lost her balance and fell straight down her head smacking off the sun packed ground.

The fall and landing were such a shock that Louise was stunned and didn’t know where she was for a moment. Kirsty recognised that this was probably her only chance to try and get away from the fearful beating she had been taking and maybe dish some fight back on the crazy bitch.

It was the break Kirsty needed and somehow she summoned her strength and resolve to grab the post and haul herself to her feet, while she had incapacitated Louise for a moment she knew that the fall and the tied laces were unlikely to be lasting hindrances to her. No, she needed to do something to get a proper advantage. Her eyes frantically scanned the goalmouth area and quickly alighted on a metal bucket that sat just to the side of the goals. Holding onto the post and net to keep her balance Kirsty bent down to pick the bucket up by its handle and managed to turn around to face where Louise lay, already recovered and frantically trying to extricate her feet from the knotted laces and net. But seeing the movement above her she abandoned her attempts and raised her hands up to try and block the arc of the bucket as it swung down and smacked into her face with a resounding crunch. The blow lacked the force that Kirsty would have liked but it was enough to knock Louise back down and allow Kirsty some more recovery time before she launched the bucket at her rivals head once again, this time much harder and followed up with a triumvirate of similar shots, each more vicious than the last.

As Louise covered up Kirsty jumped onto her, and although she was by no means recovered she was determined to drive home her advantage. She ditched the bucket and rained punches down on Louise’s face as her strength slowly recovered. Then with Louise’s feet still hopelessly angled Kirsty managed to drag Louise unsteadily to the feet and proceeded to bounce her cute face viciously of the wooden post six times and when she released Louise’s head she slumped to the ground. The impact of her face on the hard wood was dramatic and she too was busted open at nose and mouth but more than that her forehead had caught a splinter and a long ugly cut now extended along her forehead and was leaking claret blood right down the left hand side of her face.

Kirsty mustered a smirk at the damage she had wrought but was now determined to finish this feud now, the bitch had sneak attacked her and no doubt would be capable of doing so again. So as she felt her own blood drip from her nose she resolved to destroy her rival so completely that she would never again be a thorn in her side, whatever it took!

Aching at the ribcage as she bent over, Kirsty hooked her fingers into Louise’s long, mousy coloured hair and wrenched it up. There was resistance for a moment then a sudden tearing noise as she tore a clump of hair straight form Louise’s scalp. Kirsty just laughed, tossed the hair aside and took a fresh hold and this time it held and she began dragging the singer, face first away from the net. Of course, after a yard or so the laces halted her but Kirsty just pulled Louise’s feet clear and eventually up onto her feet to the side of the goalmouth. There she proceeded to Irish whip style propel Louise, back first into the advertising boarding, which snapped and Louise crashed painfully through them and into the stone steps of an aisle besides the rows of plastic seats.

Louise was feeling the beating she was taking, she ached all over and when she lifted a hand, feebly to her face, to her horror it came away coated in her own blood. She would have howled in anguish but as she looked up Kirsty pounced on her again and took relish in grinding her face onto the stone before dragging her back onto the pitch and hurling her to her back, where it was child’s play to rip every single piece of clothing from her nubile body, allowing her to attach her fingernails pincer like onto Louise’s breasts and loving the screams that treatment elicited from her. She actually attempted to pull Louise’s nipples from breasts and failed but at least had the satisfaction of seeing Louise scream at the attempt.

All this dishing out punishment and recovering from her assault was tiring Kirsty though and she took something of a breather as she spent the next minute slapping, kicking and stamping on her foe and slowly forcing their way back until they were at the entrance tunnel again, whereupon Kirsty pulled Louise up again and propelled her at a fair rate into the concrete wall, picked up the disregarded plank of wood and jammed it nastily right into Louise’s crotch. She pulled Louise to her knees then swung the plank overhead and crashed it down on Louise’s head , immediately shattering it into two parts. Operating totally on instinct Louise tried to crawl away again and made it to the dressing rooms before Kirsty took the ragged end of one of the bits of wood and dragged it sadistically across the already messy forehead of her enemy, leaving her face a dark hue of red with her own blood.

It was like she had set fire to Louise’s head and she flailed wildly, her hands slapping feebly against Kirsty’s legs Kirsty just laughed and toyed with her, pushing her over repeatedly and before finally dragging her by her blood soaked hair towards the showers, not wanting to leave too much mess (although there was a fair little pool of claret where Louise had just been moved from). Louise was done, finished, it was now just a matter of what Kirsty would do to her. Louise was conscious but could not muster the strength to do anything and just allowed her body to be dragged onto the slippery tiles. They saved her. Momentarily, a t least as Kirsty was so intent on dragging her enemy and already dreaming of all the havoc she would wreak on her body that she never saw the bar of soap on the shower floor and she stood right on it and went flying, landing hard on her back and cracking her head on the hard tiles, knocking her out.

Through blinking eyes Louise took in what had happened but could barley lift herself to react to this advantage and in fact both bitches lay on the shower floor for about ten minutes before Kirsty slowly started to come around and Louise managed to muster the strength to rise up off the tiles. Both battered and bloody bitches raised their heads up simultaneously and struggled up onto their knees and turned to lock eyes, the hate and tension in the room palpable.

“I’ll finish the job permanently this time cunt!” spat Kirsty groggily.

“You’ll have to bitch!”

Aching and beaten, the two warrior women lunged at each other, this time with no weapons other than their hands and feet, this to a finish. Their hands moved in almost exactly mirror images, reaching up and fastening tightly onto one another’s hair and tearing and pulling fiercely at it. Both ignored the pain coursing over their scalp and tangled legs and fell to the tiles and rolled over and over on the slippery tiles trying for an advantage at the same time as trying to tear their opponents hair out. It was a huge shower area, enough to house a football team, but eventually they collided with its tiled wall and as they did Kirsty was on top with Louise straining below her. Kirsty swiftly changed her grip on Louise’s hair to attached her hands tightly on Louise’s exposed throat and attempt to throttle her. Louise kept pulling back on Kirsty’s dark hair though, and as she released one hand while keeping her head pulled back jabbed a weak punch from below into Kirsty’s stretched throat.

It certainly seemed to work as Kirsty immediately released her choke and felt desperately at her own throat, gasping and choking. Louise managed to roll out from under Kirsty and delivered a series of stinging slaps to Kirsty and then drove her face first onto the tiles hard. The impact was enough to reopen the wound on her nose and it certainly wasn’t helped when Louise rubbed Kirsty’s face furiously on the shower floor, enjoying creating a stripe of red where Kirsty’s nose rubbed.

From there it was simple for Louise to hook her forearm under Kirsty’s chin and apply somewhat of a sleeper choke hold on Kirsty as she knelt on her back. Kirsty struggled to her knees and managed to use Louise’s weakened state to enable her to flip the singer over her head and crash back first onto the floor. Still gasping for breath Kirsty still had enough wits to seize the break and clamped her fingers onto Louise’s pussy and pincer her fingers on her clit and begin to nip and twist it with all her might. Louise squealed in her pain and tried to use her foot to kick Kirsty off her, her first efforts were failures though and the pain just kept on getting sharper and more intense, but Louise connected solidly with her third attempt, her foot catching Kirsty flush on the jaw and sending her falling back and forcing her to release her aching cunt hold. Now Louise crawled to her knees between Kirsty’s legs and drove a punch right into her cunt, holding it in there when it connected and grinding it in to get maximum effect from the blow. Kirsty howled and pushed herself up to fight back but was met with a punch with the same fist right to her face before Louise began attacking Kirsty’s big tits with her nails.

Kirsty’s face was contorted in pain as Louise scratched and scraped unmercilessly at her breasts, tearing at them and creating angry red marks easily on the soft breast flesh. Louise’s eyes blazed with undisguised hatred as she tore away at Kirsty’s chest, Kirsty in so much pain that she could barely move her arms to defend herself. Drawing from the painful and humiliating memories of her beating at Kirsty’s house and earlier that afternoon, Louise was focussed on causing as much damage and pain to her brunette enemy as possible. There was no pity or mercy in her eyes as she ripped at Kirsty’s supple breast skin and enjoyed her screams and protestations. She loved feeling her sharp fingernails puncture the skin and was in an intense state. So intense that she never noticed Kirsty’s hand come across a stray bar of soap and as Louise howled down insults Kirsty managed to ram the bar of white soap right into Louise’s mouth.

It was certainly enough to get Louise off her and the surprise of the blow saw Louise slam her mouth shut, snapping the bar in half and trapping it in Louise’s mouth. As Kirsty desperately tried to recollect her thoughts she was at least pleased to see that the soap seemed to have stuck in Louise’s throat and she seemed to be coughing and choking uncontrollably on it. As she reeled, trying to dislodge it Kirsty forced herself up and hurled her body at Louise in almost a spear like manoeuvre and the pair of them crashed through the thin curtained entrance to the shower block and they exploded out and onto the dressing room floor again.

They both landed hard but it was Louise who was struggling because she still hadn’t dislodged the soap and she crawled away spluttering and trying to get a proper breath. Kirsty hauled herself up and found some clothes discarded and hanging on hooks and a leather belt came nicely to hand. She slipped it into her hand and stood behind Louise before cruelly lashing it down on Louise’s back six times quickly. Louise cried out with each blow and as the sixth landed Kirsty looped the belt around her hands and wound it around Louise’s throat from behind in a naked choke. Kirsty sat on Louise’s back and pulled as hard as she could on the ends of the belt, aware that in her weakened state it might not take too much to finish Louise off. The pressure on her throat was cutting off the blood flow and Kirsty was gratified to see the ugly cut on Louise’s forehead spill more claret out and leave her usually perfect face plastered in her own blood. Louise could feel her fight fading from her and made wild efforts to dislodge Kirsty, jerking from side to side to try and get her off. She didn’t rid her of her burden but at least Kirsty lessened her hold on the belt trying to stay on.

Louise’s lights were rapidly dimming and in one last effort she rolled sharply to her left and managed to buck Kirsty from her back and bang her into the metal legs of the benches in the dressing room. It was a sore one but Kirsty was still back up well before Louise and this time Kirsty deliberately wrapped the belt around her fist so that the metal buckle was on the outside and measure a hard punch right onto Louise’s bleeding forehead.

Louise staggered back but was kept upright by the wall at the end of the dressing room but maybe it would have been better for her if she had gone down as Kirsty followed up with another belt aided punch right into Louise’s abdominal muscles and then a rapid third right into her cunt. This time Louise did slump pathetically to the floor. She was under a large coat hook and an evil idea crossed Kirsty’s mind at seeing it.

“I’ve had enough of you Louise, I’m gonna finish this once and for all.”

Confident that Louise was too wounded to fight back she took her time unravelling the belt and winding it around Louise’s neck again, this time with the intention of wrapping the free end of the belt around the hook -it was high enough that no way would Louise be able to reach the floor with her feet. But that would prove to be more difficult than Kirsty was giving it credit. Although conscious Louise was little more than dead weight that Kirsty had to try and haul to her feet and then hoist up enough to get the belt high enough up to wind it round and tie it to hang the singer like she intended. It took her four attempts just to get her up (Kirsty was weaker than she had thought after the brawl) and it was all she could do to get Louise’s body off the ground and it was as the brunette just managed to get Louise up and reach for the belt that Louise realised the danger she was in and lashed out her foot, catching Kirsty flush in the crotch and then falling down on top of Kirsty in an untidy heap.

Louise slowly pulled the belt from her neck and as Kirsty was writhing with her back to her she took the opportunity to loop it around Kirsty’s wrists then pull with all her remaining strength and then swiftly loop and knot it several times so Kirsty’s wrists were tied, tightly behind her back. Kirsty didn’t realise her predicament immediately but when she tried to move her arms and found them stuck she was engulfed with panic. Panic that only increased as she saw Louise the jagged bit of plank that she had used on Louise earlier. Louise straddled Kirsty’s stomach and slowly scrapped it along Kirsty’s already messed up tits, enjoying jabbing it into the undersides of both.

Louise got up and retrieved a holdall she had planted earlier that day in preparation for her revenge on Kirsty (of course she had anticipated that it would have been a lot easier on her than this!) and withdrew a length of cord which she wound tightly around Kirsty’s ankles before looping it back up and over the belt around her wrists, she was effectively hogtied and at Louise’s mercy - and she had none. She ruthlessly pounded punches onto Kirsty’s defenceless face with hard bare knuckle shots that created visible damage to Kirsty as they landed.

Kirsty was defeated but Louise had humiliation in mind from the onset and slapped her somewhat awake so that she could observe her face as Louise pulled out a pair of scissors from the bag and began to snip much of Kirsty’s long black hair off. Kirsty could do little but sob as she watched her beautiful hair being destroyed. But worse followed as Louise produced an electric shaver once she had done as much as she could with the scissors and gleefully pulled it over Kirsty’s skull, loving the sight of lanes of bald skull showing with each drag of the shaver. By the time she was finished there was barely a hair on Kirsty Gallagher’s head.

But Louise dipped into the bag once more, this time taking out a tube of cream which she showed to the crying Kirsty before telling her exactly what it was.

“This is depilitating cream, slut, it stops hair ever growing back, now should I give your head a nice treatment?”

Louise revelled in the look of abject horror that passed over Kirsty’s face and her pathetic pleas for her not to. They went ignored as Louise slowly opened the tube and took a huge blob of the cream onto the palm of her hand and held it inches from Kirsty’s face.

“Please no, Louise, please I’m begging you! NO!”

That last scream met with the cold splat of Louise putting her hand on Kirsty’s newly shorn head and slowly using both hands to rub the cream in deeper and deeper. Louise made sure to give her pate three separate treatments with the cream and leaving Kirsty wishing she had never started this feud.