End of the Party

by

Ronin c2001

It had been a wonderful party. Everyone said so. Greg Ashton,

editor and publisher of Trojan Magazine for Men, had thrown a gala

worthy of Jay Gatsby himself. There were musicians and magicians,

comedians andclowns. All the guests had had an excellent time. Now, as

the sun wasjust peeping over the eastern horizon, the last, heartiest of

the revelers were heading home, tired and content. Only two people

remained.

Carlotta Rohaus, a big red headed Cuban girl, had been the life of

the party. She had laughed with the women, flirted with the men, and

danced with anyone who wanted to be seen with her. Sometime during the

night, she had formed everyone into a conga line. She had a charming,

infectious laugh. She was wearing a little red cocktail dress that left

little to the imagination. Carlotta had been featured in the May issue

of Trojan. Most people found her irresistible.

Robin Peterson was definitely in the minority. She was Miss

August. The big blonde had played hostess to the affair. She had worked

hard to see that each person had enough to eat and drink. She was

tired. She wanted to go to bed. Carlotta's antics had grated on her

nerves. It seemed to her that while she had labored hard to make the

party a success, the red head had basked in the spotlight. She even

managed to monopolize Greg. Robin agreed to be the hostess because Greg

had asked her. The blonde wore a strapless evening gown that

accentuated her shapely figure.

"Don't you think you should go home, now?" Robin suggested to the

redhead.

"Oh, not me, sister." Carlotta responded, "I'm staying with Greg.

You can go home."

"Greg agreed that I'd stay with him 'til the clean up crew

finished

its work." Robin informed the party girl. Taking Carlotta firmly by the

arm, the big blonde began to lead the red head to the door of the

mansion.

"Get your dirty hands off me, Slut." Carlotta demanded, jerking

her arm away, "I'm not going anywhere!"

She backhanded Robin across the face, leaving a large welt on the

big blonde's cheek.

"Take your dress off!" Robin said through clenched teeth.

"Huh?" Carlotta asked, "What for?"

"So you'll have something to wear home after I tear you apart."

wasRobin's answer.

Carlotta smiled. "You're challenging me to a fight, Missy?"

Taking

the front of Robin's dress in both hands, the tempestuous red head

ripped downward, shredding Robin's garment. The big blonde let out an

enraged scream. She punched the Cuban girl with such force that

Carlotta staggered backwards. Stripped to the waist, the big blonde

shed her ruined gown. She stood defiantly, clad only in her

bra,panties, garter belt, and stockings. Carlotta laughed, "You look

like a plucked chicken!" she told her rival.

"What's the matter," Robin rejoined, "afraid to show what you've

got?"

Without even blinking, Carlotta let her dress fall to the floor.

She

wore only a bra and panties. Both were of red lace. The two

adversaries took a moment to notice each other's magnificent body. Then,

with the abruptness of a summer storm, they collided. They both

gruntedwith the impact. Each tried to gain a good hold on the other.

For a few moments they stood body to body, locked in each other's

grasp. Suddenly, Robin lifted her opponent off her feet and dumped her

to the floor. Though cushioned by the thick carpet, the fall stunned

the big red head. It took a second or two for Carlotta to get to her

feet. In that time, Robin unfastened the red lace bra, and uncovered

her rival's impressive boobs.

"I'll give this to Greg the next time I see him." the big blonde

said with a chuckle, dangling the bra in front of Carlotta. With an

angry bellow, Carlotta rammed her shoulder into the blonde woman's

middle. Robin fell backwards, Carlotta on top of her. The breath

knocked out of her, Robin was helpless as her rival punched and kneed

her. Carlotta was like an animal, determined to maul her prey. Using

her teeth, she rent Robin's bra from her body.

Finally, Robin was able to kick her opponent away from her. Both

vixens got to their feet. Their large breasts heaved as they breathed

deeply. Carlotta seized Robin's tits in both hands, twisting them

cruelly. Robin retaliated by grabbing Carlotta's boobs, kneading them.

For over three minutes, they stood in the middle of the room, torturing

one another. Their faces were masks of pain and determination. Sweat

poured from their bodies. Neither woman gave any thought to surrender.

Then, Carlotta whimpered. Robin smiled, squeezing harder. She

knew she was winning. The red head's eyes began to fill with tears,

as she slowly sank to her knees. She relinquished her hold on the big

blonde's mammaries to grab Robin's wrists. She tried in vain to tear

her rival's hands from her chest. On her knees now, Carlotta pleaded

for mercy.Robin only laughed. Carlotta sobbed.

After a while, the big blonde beauty released her excruciating

hold. Carlotta folded her arms across her chest, rocking back and forth

in abject misery. Robin grabbed Carlotta by her scarlet locks, hauling

the beaten girl to her feet. One hand holding her vanquished rival

upright, Robin pulled Carlotta's red panties down below her knees. The

red head shrieked in agony as her pubic hair was yanked out by the

roots.

"Do you give up?" Robin asked, "Will you leave Greg to me?"

"Go to hell!" was Carlotta's defiant reply.

"Have it your way." Robin said. She hoisted the defeated girl

onto

her shoulders. Carlotta was facing the ceiling. Robin took the red

head's chin in one hand, and a shapely leg in the other. The big

blonde bombshell pulled down on both. Carlotta 's screams were

deafening, as she felt herself being broken in two. The pain in herback

was like nothing she had ever felt before.

"Are you going to leave this house, and never come back?' Robin

asked.

"Yes, God yes!" Carlotta answered, "Please let me go. I won't

come back. I promise!"

Satisfied, Robin let Carlotta's broken body fall to the floor with

a

muffled thud.

The blonde dragged the red head by the hair out the door.

Carlotta was left naked on the front lawn.

As she came back in the house, Robin heard Greg call her name.

"I'm coming up, Darling." she called back, "I just had to take out some

trash."

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The Trojan Wars

by

Ronin

c 2001

It had been a little more than a month since Robin and Carlotta had had

their little tussle in Greg Ashton's mansion. The blonde Robin had

beaten and humiliated her red headed rival. Carlotta had literally

been thrown naked out of the house. The memory of the fight stung the

Cuban beauty sorely. She swore she would have her revenge on the blonde

bombshell.

Robin boasted to Greg about what she had done to Carlotta as they were

lying in bed together. A few days later, at the offices of Trojan

Magazine for Men, he heard another version from Carlotta. The big

redhead claimed to have been drunk at the time, and in no shape to

fight.

"If I ever get the chance again," she said, "I'll beat that blonde

whore to a bloody pulp!"

Ashton thought about this, off and on, for a time. Then, one day he

invited the two adversaries to his place for the weekend.

They were dumbfounded to see each other there, and immediately began to

verbally snipe at each other. They quickly turned to insulting each

other in rather loud voices. Their acrimony grew shrill. They were

about to physically attack each other when Ashton interrupted.

"Ladies, ladies." he used the term loosely, "I have to go on a business

trip to Europe. I'll be in London, Paris, Rome, Milan, and Copenhagen.

The trip will take about a month. I was wondering if either of you would

like to accompany me."

Of course, both woman volunteered. They resumed shouting at each

other. Ashton smiled, asking them to follow him. All three went out

into the backyard. There, the two rivals were surprised to see a boxing

ring set up besides the pool.

"I had this put up yesterday." Ashton told the girls, "I knew there

would be conflict about my proposition, and Carlotta did mention

something about a rematch."

"You expect us to fight for you?' Robin asked.

"You've done it before." Ashton said with a shrug.

"Yeah," Carlotta confirmed, "and I still want a crack at you."

"This is crazy." Robin said.

"What's the matter?" the redhead needled, "Afraid you'd get hurt?"

"You hurt me?" the blonde snorted, "That's a laugh! The last time we

tangled, I mopped the floor with you."

"So, are you up for it?" the Cuban girl inquired.

"You bet." the blonde affirmed.

"Why don't you two get into your bathing suits?" Ashton suggested, "You

don't want to ruin your dresses like last time, do you?"

Both young women agreed. They went into separate bathrooms to change.

Half an hour later, they entered the ring.

Carlotta wore a bright orange bikini. It set off her scarlet hair

nicely. Robin's bikini was an icy cerulean blue . She appeared cool

and collected. Ashton made the two woman slip on a pair of calf skin

gloves. They were as black as coal.

"These are to keep your lovely faces from getting scratched." he told

them.

The two women stared daggers at each other under the hot California

sun. Ashton banged a bell, and the combatants advanced on each other.

The big blonde got in the first blow, punching her red headed opponent

in the left breast. Carlotta retaliated by smacking Robin right between

the eyes with a straight left hand. The American girl went cross-eyed,

staggering back a step. The Cuban beauty followed up with a right hook

to the jaw. Robin's legs buckled slightly. She jabbbed Carlotta in the

midriff. The redhead came back with a vicious one-two to the yankee's

splendid tits. The big blonde grimaced in pain. Carlotta took Robin by

her ashen locks, throwing her to the mat.

Carlotta threw herself onto her golden haired rival, but at the last

moment, Robin was able to roll out of the way. Carlotta landed on her

tits and face with a resounding splat.

The big blonde got slowly to her knees. She crawled over to where

Carlotta lay motionless. Robin rolled the ravishing redhead over on to

her back. The American girl straddled her opponent's stomach, ripping

the orange top off the supine girl's luscious body. The blonde drove

her gloved fists deep into the Cuban beauty's impressive orbs. Carlotta

bellowed in pain and outrage. Gathering her feet under her, the red

headed vixen was able to buck her tormentress off of her. Both

fightresses got to their feet. They lunged towards each other. The air

was filled with a loud smack as they collided. They were locked

together in an intimate clinch, each trying to overpower the other.

Carlotta put the heel of her hand under Robin's chin. The blonde went

over backwards, with the redhead on top of her. They continued to

grapple, rolling over and over in an intimate embrace.

Somehow, Carlotta was able to untie Robin's top, leaving the blonde

beauty bare breasted as she was. They grunted and sweated as the sun

beat merclessly down their magnificent bodies. Robin sunk her teeth

into the Latina's breast. Carlotta screamed in outrage, punching the

American girl in the jaw. Robin unclenched her bite, and the two women

rolled away from each other. They got to their feet. Carlotta

clutched her wounded boob. Robin smiled. Ashton rang the bell, ending

the round. He thought both girls looked tired.

The big blonde retired to her corner. She was satisfied that she was

winning the fight. She had hurt her rival, and would hurt her more next

round. The Cuban girl was angry that the brawl had been interrupted.

Her thirst for vengeance burned hotter than ever.

When Ashton rang the gong for the second round, Robin strode out

confidently. She walked straight into a right into her face. Carlotta

felt cartilage break as blood exploded from the blonde's nose. The

American girl reeled. Her hands went instinctively to her face. She

let out a loud whimper.

Carlotta chuckled. "Aw, did I break your pretty nose?" she asked

facetiously.

The impassioned redhead started punch Robin's body unmercifully. Like

a boxer in training, she turned the blonde into a heavy punching bag.

The American girl was helpless. She staggered back into the ropes as

her rival continued to batter her breasts and belly. Every blow

elicited a groan of pain from the stymied blonde. An uppercut put Robin

on her knees. The big blonde, confused and groggy, could not comprehend

what was happening. She should be winning this fight.

Carlotta reached down, and hauled her rival to her feet. Turning her

back on the dazed blonde, Carlotta flipped Robin over her shoulder. The

platinum bombshell lay on her back in the middle of the ring. Carlotta

dove on top of her, driving her elbow into one of the blonde's bruised

tits. Robin wailed in agony.

The Cuban vixen wrapped her gorgeous gams around her stricken rival.

Robin did not resist as her life's breath was squeezed out of her. She

could only make a croaking noise as hir ribs were being crushed.

Carlotta was working her way up the American girl's body. Robin's

breasts were now being mashed between Carlotta muscular thighs. The

blonde's screams became louder.

The Cuban beauty decided to release her victim. She stood up, and

looked down at Robin. The blonde belle writhed feebly as she lay flat

on her back in the middle of the ring. Her bare body was covered in

blood. She was was a complete wreck.

Ashton rang the bell to end the second round. Carlotta picked the

blonde off the mat, carrying Robin to her corner. She stripped the

blonde of her thong, leaving her completely naked. The redhead left the

beaten, battered big blonde slumped in her corner. Robin's arms hung

over the top ropes. Her head lolled back. Her eyes were blank and

glazed over.

Ashton poured water over the golden haired girl's body. He then gave

her a drink. This only partially revived the poor American girl.

After giving Carlotta some water, Ashton rang the bell.

Robin saw Carlotta close in on her. She staggered out to meet the

gorgeous senorita in the middle of the ring. Her arms were open to

grapple with the tempestuous redhead. Carlotta kneed the blonde in the

stomach. Robin doubled over in pain. The Latina goddess put the

shattered blonde in a headlock, and ran her head first into the

turnbuckles. Robin"s legs turned to water. She went to her knees.

Carlotta clamped her perfect legs around the kneeling girl's head.

Robin felt as if her skull were about to implode. She tried desperately

to pry Carlotta's thighs apart, but it was futile. The hot blooded

redhead took the beaten blonde by her chin and hair, yanking her to her

feet. Robin was propped up in the corner. She offered no resistance as

her body was batter by a hail of punches. She started to slide down the

ring post, only to have Carlotta pick her up and hang her over the

ropes.

The vindictive redhead proceeded to maul the American girl's once

perfect body. She mangled the big blonde's boobs. She pumped punch

after punch in Robin's tender tummy. She rammed her knee repeatedly

into the fair haired beauty's crotch. Even when Ashton shouted

encouragement to fight back, the hapless blonde could do nothing to stop

the onslaught.

Robin threw her arms around Carlotta's exquisite shoulders, desperate

to stay on her feet. She knew if she went down, she would be finished.

Carlotta chortled, feeling her rival's weakness.

"It looks like I'm going to Europe." the red headed siren said,

"Don't worry about your boyfriend. I'll take good care of him."

The blonde beauty's eyes brimmed with tears. She knew she had lost.

She had entered the ring with confidence, only to find herself facing a

wildcat bent on her complete destruction.

Carlotta put one arm around her rival's slim waist. With her other

hand, she kept on punching the bosomy blonde's body. Ashton ended the

round.

Carlotta half-dragged, half-carried Robin to the blonde's corner. She

dumped the American girl on her butt. As she walked to her own corner

the redhead said, "You're through next round."

When the bell rang for the fourth round, the blonde did not even have

the strength to stand upright.

"No, no." she begged, "I don't want to fight anymore. Please don't

hurt me!"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Carlotta came on, a cruel smile on her

lovely face. She grabbed Robin by the tits, pulling her to the center

of the ring. There, she enfolded the blue eyed blonde in her powerful

arms, and crushed her to her bosom. Robin struggled feebly, then passed

out. Carlotta released her victim. Robin fell in a swaeaty heap of

arms, legs, hair, and boobs.

Carlotta placed a foot on her vanquished rival's bust. "After we make

love," she told Greg, "I'll go home and pack."