By The Amateur
Featuring:
Cori Nadine
Born: June 11, 1969, Pasadena, California
Height: 5’7”; Weight: 135 lbs. (38-25-36)
vs.
Karen McDougal
Born: March 23, 1971, Merrillville, Indiana
Height: 5’8”; Weight: 125 lbs.; 34C-24-34
It was bound to happen at some point. They had fought each other before, twice. Each one held a victory over the other. Each one had an excuse for her loss – an excuse she did not believe too much herself. Karen claimed she had been too drunk to fight when she had been beaten by Cori. Cori maintained that she had been suffering from a shoulder injury at the time of the battle which she had lost. After their second encounter, the two had made an attempt to get along – or at least pretend to – each having learned the hard way to grudgingly respect the other’s physical strength and fighting abilities. For a while it had even looked as thought the two might become friends, but it had eventually become clear that this could never happen. They were simply too proud and too competitive, and each woman’s Alpha nature, her desire to be in charge, was too strong for her to tolerate any competition. Each wanted the beach for herself, and wanted it badly. Badly enough to take it by any means necessary. Little by little, the uneasy peace that had existed between the two since their last fight had begun to crack, the cracks getting wider and wider with each passing day, eventually turning into a huge rift. Unable to stand the tension any longer and well aware that this could not continue indefinitely, both women knew that the moment had finally arrived. It was time to settle it – once and for all. Time to determine the true Alpha female, the one who would claim Muscle Beach as her own.
They met on the beach late in the afternoon. Word of the fight had spread around like an Internet rumor and pretty much everybody that was anybody on Muscle Beach had gathered to watch. A very few of those present were there to support either Cori or Karen in any way. Most – mainly the female contingent – overtly hated both of them. Over the years, many a woman had actually managed to run afoul of one or the other of the two sexy brunettes and had not been left with too many fond memories of the encounter. Both Cori and Karen were powerful, skilled and downright mean fighters, and having experienced the power, skills and meanness first hand had left bitter taste in the mouths of those imprudent enough to have crossed paths with them. Truth be told, nearly all of the women in attendance were there just to watch both Cori and Karen getting hurt. Having felt the agony – physical and mental – of defeat at the hands of either of the brunettes, they now wanted at least one of the latter to feel the same way. Ideally, they would have preferred to watch the two kill each other, but since that was a somewhat unlikely prospect, witnessing one of the muscular bitches get her ass handed to her was the next best thing. There were several of them – the young, up-and-coming powerful and dominant females – who were there to check out the future competition, knowing fully well that one day they would have to face one of these two for the Alpha Bitch title.
For Cori and Karen this was all immaterial . They only had eyes for each other. Nothing else mattered, nothing else even existed at this point. All those other people on the beach were not even there. It was just the two of them, Cori Nadine and Karen McDougal, alone in their own world, and they both knew that soon one of them was going to rule that world.
They faced each other, both of them ready and limbered up, knowing fully well that this was it, that this time there would be no excuses for either of them. The moment to truth had finally arrived. Both were extremely nervous for they both realized what was at stake. So far (save for the heavily disputed defeat each of them had inflicted on the other and which cancelled each other out), neither woman had been beaten in a fight on this beach more than a couple of times, and even when that had happened, each had always managed to gain revenge in a rematch. Over the past few years, the two had literally ruled the beach. When this was all over, it would no longer be so. One of them would keep her dominant position – only one. One of them would have it all, and the other would have nothing. At the end of this fight, one of these strong, sexy, proud women would be the queen of the beach, and the other would be just another victim. And this suited them both just fine. Each one thought – no, was convinced – that she was better than her rival, and each one welcomed this opportunity to prove it.
Both were coming into the fight riding high on the crest of confidence, each having earned a huge ego-boosting victory in her last fight. Ironically both women’s wins had been over the same opponent – another one of the MB bitches: Kiana Tom. Cori had been the first to trounce Kiana, thus avenging an earlier loss, and then a few weeks later it had been Karen’s turn to thoroughly thrash and humiliate the Hawaiian fitness queen.
They had known for a while that a showdown between them was coming, and each had made sure she was ready for it. Vigorous workouts had resulted in each woman being in fantastic shape as was revealed by the tiny bikini each had chosen to wear for the fight. Their hard, superbly conditioned, sexy bodies glinting softly beneath the rising sun, the two powerful beauties stood several feet apart, muscles tense, hearts pounding in dry throats, each relishing the prospect to finally get at her rival, yet unwilling to make the first move.
With some minutes of intent watching and waiting on both sides – neither woman appearing too eager to start it off – and with nervous tension mounting by the second, Karen figured a taunt or two might be a good way to ease some of her nerves and hopefully provoke her opponent into making a wrong decision.
“Hey, Muscle-head,” the 1998 Playmate of the Year said casually, adjusting her red thong with a seemingly nonchalant air about her, but never actually taking her eyes off her opponent for a second, “You plan to stand there starin’ at me all day? I mean, I know you’re jealous, as well you SHOULD be, but there’d enough time for you to admire my body AFTER you’ve received the beatin’ you came here for! Now either fight, or get off my beach; I don’t have all day!”
If Karen (or anyone else) had expected some violent, ill-advised reaction from the other woman at the comment, she was in for a letdown. Obviously feeling that her white bikini did not need any adjustments, Cori merely smiled a little amidst the “OOOOOOH!” chorus from the crowd.
“And who says Playmates aren’t good at anythin’? No one, and I mean NO ONE even comes close to them when it comes to getting’ it all wrong, God bless their fine, empty heads.” the California-born fitness model replied, also doing her best to appear relaxed and not quite pulling it off. “First, this is MY beach. And second, I AM going to fight, but I thought I’d wait for your mommy to show up. I figured you wouldn’t wanna do anythin’ without her being around to wipe your nose. After all, who’ll you be callin’ on to help you when I’m whalin’ on your sorry ass, and who’ll you be cryin’ to after I’m done with you if she’s not here?”
The herd mooed even louder this time, with the occasional chuckle thrown in for color.
“Well, at least I HAVE a mommy,” Karen said, always willing to adopt a philosophical view. Then she looked sad. “It must be terrible to come into this world as a result of the intercourse between a dredging bucket and the bottom of a river.” Waiting for the howling mob to quit down, she continued: “Oh I’m sorry; you probably didn’t get that one! My mistake; I should’ve made allowances for a bodybuilder’s intellect. OK then, since words are too much for your underdeveloped steroid-clogged brain to process, see if this will be more within your capabilities to understand.” Here Karen stretched out her right arm, turned her fist over and slowly extended her middle finger.
Before the crowd had had time for any more Ooh-ing or Aah-ing, the fight was already in progress.
Karen’s error was a simple one, if not exactly forgivable under the circumstances. She had so far correctly judged the distance between her and Cori to be just a bit too much for the latter to be able to reach and hit or kick her. In extending her arm however, she had unwillingly placed her hand within the reach of the other brunette. And Cori’s reactions proved been lightning-fast – much faster than anything Karen had ever expected from someone with Cori’s bulk. Shooting out a hand, Cori snatched the offending finger and twisted sharply. Karen’s yelp of pain was followed by a low groan as Cori set herself up and yanked mightily, pulling the startled Playmate towards her with one swift movement and kneeing her in the stomach. Karen dropped to her knees clutching at her middle.
“Did that hurt, sweetie? Cori purred contentedly and reached down to help herself to a bunch of the other woman’s dark tresses. “If yo-OOOOOOOOMPH!” Cori’s thought, profound and valuable though it undoubtedly was, was doomed to remain forever lost to all as Karen suddenly grabbed her foe’s ankles and heaved with all her might, sending Cori first flying up and then landing down on her back in the sand. Rising up, Karen instantly pounced, but Cori quickly fired her right fist upward catching Karen flush on the chin and sending her backwards.
Both scrambled to their feet and wasted no time in going for each other, all thoughts of waiting and caution having gone out to sea. They locked up, and right away it was Cori with the power move wrapping Karen up in a bear hug, trying to squeeze the life out of the Playmate early in the fight. Much too early. Karen twisted and kicked briefly, grimacing n pain as her svelte midsection was compressed by the other woman’s powerful arms, and then suddenly slammed her palms right on Cori’s ears, making the fitness model scream and release. Instantly, Karen drove her right fist into her rival’s belly, doubling Cori over and then staggering her with another blow to the head. As Cori reeled, Karen sprang after her and tackled her to the ground. Landing on her back with Karen on top of her Cori quickly wrapped her legs around the Playmate’s waist and squeezed mightily. Karen grunted and huffed, her torso once again being constricted intolerably – this time by the bodybuilder’s python-like lower limbs. Squirming, she tried punching her way out and managed to land a few shots to Cori’s face. Hurt by the blows and determined to put a stop to them, Cori threw her arms around Karen’s neck and pulled her close to avoid being hit. Almost immediately she admitted to her mistake with a loud shriek and then continued to shrilly voice her displeasure at the fact that a not-too-insignificant portion of her right breast had become clamped between Karen’s gleaming white teeth.
“AAAIIIIIEEEEE! LET GO, YOU BITCH! AAAIIIIIEEEEEE! MY TIIIIIIT!!” Cori hollered in anguish, updating Karen on the so-far-satisfactory progress of the latter’s attempt to make her upper and lower teeth come into direct contact through the soft flesh of her enemy’s breast. Grabbing two handfuls of Karen’s hair, Cori tugged furiously, screaming in pain and anger. But, even though she managed to force Karen’s mouth away from her breast, that accomplishment alone proved insufficient to improve her overall situation.
Having the tasty morsel snatched from her very jaws, and in real danger of being robbed of a large amount of her treasured follicles to boot, the offended tigress that was Karen at that moment roared with fury as she backed off, rose up on her knees and sank her claws into her rival’s breasts. Cori’s top was shredded within moments, and plenty of what was underneath it would have followed it into oblivion shortly, had Cori not grasped Karen’s wrists and forced her hands away with a titanic effort. The relief was only temporary, though. With a fierce scream and a mighty tug and wrench, Karen freed her arms from the fitness model’s tight grip and now started hammering away with both fists at the source of her aggravation, making Cori squeal and squirm in the sand
Knowing all too well that she was up against a powerful and dangerous foe, Karen was determined not to let go of the initiative for a second and not allow Cori a moment of respite or a chance to regroup and fight back. Snarling angrily, she rained blow after blow on her writhing, groaning woman beneath her, her toned arms moving in and out like pistons as she tried to overwhelm the fitness model with punches and take her out quickly before the fight had even begun. But albeit hurt affected by the Playmate’s ferocious onslaught, Cori had no intentions of simply lie there and let her rival take whatever she wanted. She too was very much aware that in this encounter she was facing a formidable opponent, one who was as close as close could be to being her equal in strength and fighting experience, and she knew she had to fight with everything she had or risk being defeated. Her legs still tightly wrapped around Karen’s middle, Cori flexed and twisted with all her might, at the same time yanking on the Playmate’s hair with both hands. Karen groaned and struggled as she was forced down to the ground onto her side.
For several long moments the two strong, fit beauties fought furiously, pulling hair and slapping and punching, their taut, glistening bodies heaving and twisting as they rolled over the sand. But even though each woman was giving as good as she was getting, Cori’s powerful legs around Karen’s waist gave the California native an edge. The scissors hold was hurting Karen and weakening her to a certain extent, and Cori was determined to take full advantage. Using the better positioning which her legs on the outside of her opponent were giving her, she managed to force Karen on her back and straddle her.
“Bitch!!” Cori hissed and began punching down.
But Karen was much too strong and fierce a woman to be taken just like that. Bucking furiously, the Indiana native threw her assailant off and rose up on her knees ready to pounce. She paused only long enough to lock onto a target, and then hurled herself on top of her foe with a snarl. The slight delay proved to be detrimental to Karen, though, as it allowed Cori to pick up her legs and kick her rival away.
The two got up at the same time and went straight for each other again, their hard bodies coming together with a deafening slap. Each wrapping her well-muscled arms around her foe, the women grunted and strained, clinging tightly to each other as they lurched and staggered about in a violent, jerky waltz, each striving to bring her rival down. For a few seconds it looked fairly even, the two taut, powerful frames counteracting each other well, twisting and turning and occasionally leaping to the side to avoid a sweeping leg or a thrusting knee from the opposition. Then, more through luck than through skill, Cori’s right knee scored a direct hit to the front of Karen’s thong, causing the Indiana native to scream and double over. Instantly, Cori’s left arm curled around Karen’s neck, trapping her in a front headlock. Groaning, Karen tried to pull free, but Cori’s thick, meaty arm held fast, bulging biceps keeping the Playmate trapped and hurting her in the process. As Karen struggled, cursing and grunting, Cori used her free hand to unleash a barrage of hollow-sounding punches at the bent woman’s exposed ribs and kidney area.
Crying out in pain with each blow, Karen grabbed Cori’s left thigh with both hands and pulled up, trying to force the fitness model off balance. Cori snarled and, hopping around on one leg, drove the point of her elbow in Karen’s ribs and back several times, still maintaining the headlock. Karen yelped and squealed as Cori’s elbow speared her torso again and again, causing her to twist and arch in agony and lose her grip on the Californian’s leg in the process as her knees sagged. Six or seven elbow-strikes later, with her rival hanging almost limp in her hold, Cori released the headlock, took a step back and fired two powerful blows, her fists striking Karen’s taut belly with loud smacks which could be heard along the entire beach. As Karen groaned and backed off on wobbly legs, Cori barreled into her, wrapping her up into a tight hug.
“You’re goin’ down, bitch!” the fitness model panted, her sturdy body tensed, and she lifted Karen off her feet and threw her to the sand.
Not too badly hurt and positively enraged, Karen instantly sat up and tried to get to her feet, but took a knee to the side of the head and sprawled back down, moaning as she shook her head to clear it, blinking rapidly in an attempt to make the bright yellow spots dancing before her eyes disappear. Moving almost languidly, Cori straddled her fallen foe’s belly without much reaction from the dazed Playmate, and carefully slid both hands beneath the thin fabric of Karen’s bikini top. However there was nothing languid or careful about the way Cori’s sharp claws sank into Karen’s luscious breasts, ripping and tearing.
Suddenly snapped to full awareness by the searing pain in her chest, Karen screamed bloody murder and thrashed wildly underneath her tormentor, tugging desperately at Cori’s wrists in an effort to push those terrible clawing hands away. Than, failing to overcome her adversary’s considerable strength, she suddenly changed tactics and fought fire with fire. Reaching up she yanked Cori’s top down, causing the fitness model’s full tits to pop free and then latching onto them, mauling furiously.
“AAAAAAARRRRGH! YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH! I’LL RIP YOUR TITS OFF!!” Cori bellowed, her eyes bulging. “I’LL RIP ‘EM OFF! I’LL RIP ‘EM OFF!! The fit California babe screamed, bouncing up and down on her Indiana rival’s belly and yanking and squeezing Karen’s breasts with all her might.
“AIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE! LET GO! LET GO! LET…GOOOOOOOOHOW!!” Karen howled, bucking and kicking like mad, while pulling and twisting Cori’s copious mammaries in all directions, mashing them hard against each other, digging her strong fingers in deep.
For several seconds, the two infuriated beauties tore into each other’s abundant assets with the savagery of wild cats, each driven crazy by pain yet unwilling to quit and determined to cause maximum pain and damage to her foe. Curses and threats interspersed with shrieks of agony rang out far and wide, as strong hands crushed and mangled supple flesh. Then, apparently not satisfied with the achieved results, Cori decided to shift her grip to a hopefully much more effective nipple clamp and did so without delay, pinching Karen’s stiff nubs between her thumbs and folded forefingers. As her sensitive nipples were squashed nearly flat Karen screeched and writhed furiously beneath the other woman, digging her fingernails as deep as she could into Cori’s breasts in retaliation. But, although screaming in pain herself, Cori only intensified her efforts, squeezing and twisting Karen’s trapped nips, while pulling them viciously. Karen howled in agony and, suddenly unable to take it anymore, again grabbed hold of Cori’s wrists in another attempt at forcing Cori to let go.
Crowing in triumph, Cori tugged and wrenched her foe’s nipples with renewed vigor, snarling angrily as she did so. Then she yelped and flinched as Karen, at the end of her rope, scooped up a handful of sand and hurled it at her face. Although Cori saw it coming and managed to turn her head to the side thus avoiding getting any sand in her eyes, her sudden movement backwards shifted her center of gravity and allowed a wildly bucking Karen to throw her off.
The two rose up almost simultaneously, but it was Karen who attacked first, charging at her foe with a scream of rage. Cori calmly sidestepped the onrushing Playmate and as the latter was moving past her, she gave her a mighty shove. The push, added to Karen’s own momentum caused the Indiana beauty to lose her balance and sprawl into the sand on her belly. Cori was on her opponent in an instant. Straddling the prone woman’s back the fitness model hammered a series of heavy blows to the sides of Karen’s head and neck, grunting and snarling with rage and with effort, thick, meaty arms swinging in wide arcs, large glistening breasts bouncing and shaking wildly with the sudden movements, having spilled free of the confines of the bikini top. Dazed and hurt by the numerous punches to her head and even more so by the ones landing on her soft, vulnerable neck, Karen moaned softly and her overwhelmed body went limp for a moment. Panting harshly, Cori smiled, feeling in complete control now as she leaned on the back of Karen’s head with one hand, shoving the Playmate’s face deep into the sand and eliciting a muffled moan from her. Still smiling, the sexy California native now unhurriedly undid the straps of Karen’s top with her free hand, figuring that she might as well have a little fun with the bitch before finishing her.
Cori’s fun was cut short, though, as all of a sudden Karen drew her knees underneath her body and heaved mightily. The surprised fitness buff pitched forward and landed flat on her face, while behind her, up sprang ol’ K Mac, spitting out sand and curses in liberal quantities, her naked, unfettered breasts swinging and jiggling joyously with their newly found freedom, as she looked around wildly, searching for someone to murder. Cori happened to be nearest by.
Screaming furiously, Karen hurled herself at the fitness babe, both hands reaching out. With her foe too close to be sidestepped, Cori took the only other evasive action she could think of: she threw herself down at Karen’s feet, turning her body sideways as she did so. Cori’s sturdy frame hit Karen’s shins, tripping her. Carried out entirely below radar level, Karen’s ill-fated flight caused no undue disturbances for the Air Defense, but the same could not be said about most of the seismographic facilities on the West Coast, not to mention the people living in the vicinity to whom the 1998 Playmate of the Year’s heavy landing appeared like a major event. Hitting the deck tits first, Karen let out a loud groan, her firm, well-rounded ass-cheeks quivering violently on impact. This was followed shortly by a cry of pain as Cori, having gotten to her feet, leapt straight up in the air, folded her legs beneath her and came down directly onto Karen’s back, her knees slamming on both sides of Karen’s spine, just below the shoulder-blades. Arching her neck backwards, Karen’s sculpted body jerked convulsively, long, shapely legs twitching in the sand, her screwed up face and tightly shut eyes a picture of agony. At the same time Cori’s face showed nothing but pure glee as she bounced her weight up and down a few times, digging her knees deep into her foe’s back. While Karen squealed and squirmed, Cori pushed her face down into the sand, depriving her of air. Grinning broadly at her rival’s muffled moans, the California beauty now twisted Karen’s neck backwards with one hand via several locks of hair, and, adding insult to injury, used her other hand to smack the top and sides of the Playmate’s head with an open palm, at the same time taunting and mocking the Indiana native. Her torso firmly pinned to the ground Karen struggled furiously, but seemed powerless to throw her tormentor off and had to take it all, howling with rage and pain and clawing at the sand.
Finally getting off of her rival, Cori stood up, running her fingers through her hair, slicking it back. She was breathing heavily and her hard, muscular frame was glistening with sweat with some sand stuck to it in places, but other than that she appeared unaffected by the battle and pretty pleased with the way things were unfolding. She WAS pleased. All her doubts and nervousness were gone now. So far the fight was progressing just as she had thought it would. She was stronger, she knew that; she was in control, and it was only a matter of time before she had proven to Karen and to everybody else that she is indeed the better woman. Smiling, she licked her lips in anticipation. She could not wait to see the Playboy bitch groveling at her feet and hear her pleas for mercy. It would certainly be sweet revenge for that previous defeat and would clearly show once and for all just who the true queen of the beach is.
“C’mon, bitch! Get up!” Cori shouted, kicking Karen in the ribs, suddenly eager to finish this.
Karen groaned, rolled over, and then slowly started to get to her feet. Panting and sweating, the Playmate had a wild, disheveled look about her, clearly indicative of the fact that she had gotten the worst of the exchanges in this battle so far. Still, there was nothing but steely resolve in her blue eyes as she faced her opponent once again.
“My, my!” Cori chuckled, looking past Karen and down at the sand. “You really enjoy havin’ your ass kicked, don’t you? Or do you just enjoy havin’ your ass kicked by ME?”
Almost subconsciously, Karen followed Cori’s gaze to the very spot where she had been lying on her belly moments ago. The area was relatively close to the surf and the sand there was moist and a lot more tightly compacted. In it there were two oval, fairly shallow indentations, almost identical in appearance. Each of them had a much narrower hole roughly in the center that went in a bit deeper, as if someone had poked a fingertip in the sand. Karen’s eyes, beginning to show signs of recognition, slowly shifted from the two dimples to her thrusting, naked breasts and rock-hard nipples, and a few of those in attendance could have sworn that the Playmate’s entire body, from tip to toe, turned a deep shade of glowing pink – suntan and all. This of course could have been an optical illusion, but there was nothing illusory about the feral look which appeared on Karen’s beautiful face only a moment later
“Don’t flatter yourself, bitch!” The Indiana woman growled through gritted teeth, embarrassment quickly falling prey to overwhelming cold fury. “I wouldn’t enjoy havin’ my ass KISSED by a cheap slut like you!”
“Who’s offerin’, scatterbrain?” Cori asked derisively and sprawled on her back with a low moan as Karen’s feet slammed in her chest in a perfectly executed dropkick that seemingly came out of nowhere. Karen also fell to the sand after the kick, but she immediately sprang up and walked over to where Cori lay gasping and clutching at her breasts.
“Nobody’s offerin’.” Karen said, stomping on Cori’s belly, hard. She had been brought up well, and it had been bred into her that when someone asked a question, she should always be polite and answer. It was simply the right thing to do. “Not yet…” She finished ominously and kicked Cori in the ribs.
Cori groaned and sat up, trying to get to her feet, but Karen kicked her in the head, sending her back down, dazed and hurt. Straddling the supine fitness model, the Playmate started hammering away at Cori’s head with both fists, screaming angrily. Cori was hurt, but she was by no means out of it yet; she bucked and kicked wildly, ultimately forcing her attacker off of her. Karen was back on the offensive in an instant, pouncing on Cori and pounding the fitness model’s sturdy body with heavy blows. As a groaning Cori tried to cover up, Karen snatched the Californian’s bikini top, ripping it off. Cori somehow kicked Karen away and sat up, but the lithe, agile Indiana beauty was immediately on her foe again. Wrapping Cori’s own top around the Californian’s throat from behind, the Playmate drove a knee in Cori’s back and pulled back with her arms, choking the fitness queen brutally. The thinly stretched material of her bikini top biting into her vulnerable throat, constricting it and cutting off her air supply, Cori struggled madly, both frightened and hurt. Gurgling, her eyes bulging, she frantically tried to hook her fingers underneath the improvised noose and loosen it, but soon found this to be impossible. Karen was a strong woman, and she was not playing around; the top had sunk deep into the soft flesh of Cori’s throat and try as she might, the fitness model simply could not get a hold of it. She then tried pulling on Karen’s wrists, but for all the results she achieved, she might as well have been pulling at two steel bands. Unable to budge the Playmate’s sinewy arms despite her own considerable strength, Cori panicked and began clawing blindly at Karen’s forearms, writhing wildly in the sand. Snarling, her attractive face twisted in a mask of rage, Karen now started walking backwards, pulling mightily on the bikini top, dragging the twisting, kicking fitness queen along the beach.
“I’ll teach you to mess with me, you fuckin’ bitch! I’ll fuckin’ kill you!!” The furious Playmate hissed, pulling harder and harder on the fabric around her rival’s throat.
A gaping, purple-faced Cori fought desperately to stop what she had thought to be certain victory from turning into ignominious defeat, but it was clear that the oxygen deprivation was taking its toll; she was beginning to fade, and soon appeared to be almost out of it. She probably would have been completely out of it, had it not been for the flimsiness of the bikini top, which suddenly tore apart, unable to take Cori’s weight and constant thrashing.
The abrupt release of the load she had been dragging caused Karen to stagger backwards, overbalance, and sit down rather hard and in somewhat undignified fashion, still clutching the now split in half bikini top. Shooting the treacherous garment a disdainful look, the Indiana native flung the pieces aside like the useless rags they were and sprang to her feet, going straight for her rival, who was lying in the sand, gasping and coughing and massaging her sore throat. But, even though she was down, Cori still had plenty of fight left in her and was much too seasoned a warrior to be taken out just like that. As Karen went to straddle her stricken foe with the intention of finishing her, Cori, acting more on instinct than anything else, balled her fist and fired a short punch straight into the Playmate’s crotch. Karen wailed in pain and went down, curling up on her side and moaning softly with her hands between her legs as she tried to assuage the pain in her womanhood. Cori for her part remained lying on her back, needing time to recover from the vicious choking she had been subjected to.
The two topless women got to their feet at the same time and began circling each other, each badly shaken but determined to fight on. Trading a few insults, they closed in once again, the two hard bodies coming together with a resounding smack. Their hands finding each other above their heads, fingers interlocking tightly, they leaned forward, heaving chest to heaving chest, gasping and grunting as they strained mightily in a test of strength, each athletic beauty going all out to overcome her foe. Legs spread for better balance, feet firmly planted in the sand, one forward, the other back, the two swayed to and fro, their entire bodies trembling with the tension, toned muscles rippling under glistening, tanned skin.
“Give it up, bitch! I’m stronger!” A red-faced, huffing Cori growled, gritting her teeth, leaning hard into her rival, trying to force the Playmate back.
“Guess again, cunt!” Karen panted, pushing right back into Cori, her own face darkened with the strain, her hot breath hissing rapidly between her bared, clenched teeth. “You’re goin’ down!”
The statement proved inaccurate. Karen was a fit woman, but her trim body could not match Cori’s thicker frame for sheer power. Her big, solid shoulders and arms flexing, her broad back heaving, Cori slowly but surely overpowered her foe, bending Karen’s wrists and forcing her back. Groaning, the sexy Indiana native tried to resist, but it was no good. Now grinning, Cori pushed down mightily, and Karen cried out in pain as her wrists were bent backwards agonizingly. Both her arms and legs giving way, the 1998 Playmate of the Year went down on her knees with her Californian rival towering above her and virtually straddling her now.
“You were sayin’?” Cori asked smugly, gripping Karen’s hands tightly, twisting her wrists almost to a breaking point.
Sitting on her haunches, and leaning precariously backwards under the relentless pressure from her powerful opponent, Karen mewled in pain and, seeing that she was on the verge of toppling over anyway, she now threw herself back, yanking her hands free of the other woman’s grasp. Landing on her back in the sand, Karen lashed out with her right foot and scored a direct hit to Cori’s groin. As the fitness model wailed in pain and clutched at herself, Karen sat up, then rose to her knees and launched herself at her foe, spearing Cori and tackling her to the ground. Slithering atop the downed woman, Karen slammed her naked breasts down on Cori’s face with an audible plop and wrapped her arms tightly around the Californian’s head, securing a breast-smother.
Flat on her back beneath her rival, her face jammed tightly between Karen’s luscious tits and completely engulfed by the abundance of pliant flesh and silicone, Cori could not breathe, and she struggled violently, desperate to escape the other woman’s fleshy trap before she had suffocated. She bucked and heaved mightily, slamming punches into Karen’s sides, and pulling the Playmate’s hair in attempts to force her off. Karen held fast. The Indiana beauty knew she had her powerful foe snared, and she also knew that all she had to do now was to hang on for a while. The woman thrashing under her may have been strong, but she needed to breathe just like everybody else. “Just keep her without air for a few more seconds and she’s done!” Karen said to herself, struggling to stay atop her wildly writhing foe. The same thought had occurred to Cori, and it was a daunting one indeed. Realizing that she was slipping closer and closer to defeat with each passing second, but determined not to go down without a fight, the California powerhouse squirmed and writhed furiously in the sand, her strong arms and legs flailing wildly.
“You’re not goin’ anywhere, bitch! You’re mine now!” Karen crowed, clinging to her struggling victim as she mashed her slick, full breasts into Cori’s face, her fit, glistening body straining to its limits, pressing harder and harder against Cori’s thicker frame as if trying to fuse with it.
Desperate for air, Cori hammered and clawed at the Playmate’s sweat-drenched, heaving torso and achieved nothing. Karen just snarled and tightened her strong arms around her foe’s head even more, crushing Cori’s face against her bare chest, smothering the trapped fitness queen into oblivion. Cori could sense her strength ebbing away, and she knew Karen could sense it too. Spurred on by the feeling of impending doom, the California beauty fought frantically, digging her claws into Karen’s back and ass. She grabbed the back of Karen’s thong and yanked upwards with everything she had. Unable to withstand Cori’s rough treatment, the thong tore apart, but not before it had sawn painfully into Karen’s crotch, causing the Playmate to scream in pain. Now Cori attacked her rival’s exposed womanhood from behind, her manicured fingernails savagely ripping at the soft flesh. Karen screeched even louder, but Cori did not stop there and used her left hand to claw the Playmate’s face, searching for the eyes, while her other hand was still hard at work wreaking havoc with the Indiana babe’s nether regions.
Writhing madly atop her foe, Karen howled in agony, but refused to loosen her suffocating embrace. Realizing that she was on the verge of winning, she stubbornly clung on, grinding her sweaty tits in Cori’s face, knowing that the big bitch could not possibly last much longer without air. In the end, though, Cori’s desperation-fuelled, brutal dual attack, proved too much for Karen to handle. Unable to deal with the crippling pain between her legs and facing the risk of being blinded by her rival’s sharp claws, the Playmate released her victim/tormentor and rolled away with a wail of pain, desperate to escape the other woman’s tearing talons.
There was a lull in hostilities as a kneeling Karen took a moment to examine her now completely naked body for damage, while several yards away, Cori lay on her back gasping and gulping, trying to replenish her oxygen supply. Rising shakily on their feet, the women faced each other again. Neither was willing to attack first. Both were exhausted, badly hurt and demoralized. The fight had proven harder and more grueling than each of them had ever imagined, and it had taken its toll. All kinds of doubts and fears were beginning to weigh more and more on each woman’s mind now, making her question her ability to overcome her rival and wish that she had never gotten into this battle. At the same time they both knew there was no quitting now, no turning back. Each felt that she had simply come too far and given too much to just walk away and hand it over to her foe. They each had their pride, and while neither of them really wanted to fight anymore, each one wanted to win; wanted the prize. Complete dominance of Muscle Beach was just far too great a reward for either Cori or Karen to give up on now. Not to mention the chance for each of them to finally prove once and for all her superiority over her greatest rival. Each was burning to be the queen. Each was burning to avenge what to her was a most humiliating defeat at the hands of the other. Each knew she had to fight for it.
Battered and weary but determined to see this through right to the bitter end, they closed in again, panting and sweating as they swung wildly with all they had left. Dodging her rival’s big, meaty arms as best she could, the seemingly more agile Karen slammed a fusillade of punches into Cori’s thick, muscular torso, her fists smacking loudly against the bare skin. Cori grunted with each impact, but her sturdy frame absorbed the blows, and even though she was undoubtedly hurt, she just kept on coming, much to the dismay of Karen who suddenly began to feel crowded and overwhelmed by her foe’s powerful body. Cori now barreled into Karen, pounding the Playmate’s sculpted upper body with heavy blows that seemed to resound all over the beach along with Karen’s yelps and groans. Grunting with each powerful swing, the fitness model pushed forward, smashing her fists into Karen’s breasts, sending the large, glistening orbs flying and jiggling all over Karen’s chest and drawing loud moans of pain from the Indiana beauty. Desperate, Karen tried to rally, but a mighty one-two combo flush on the jaw sent her down on her back seeing stars. Still, she was not quite finished yet, as Cori quickly found out to her detriment, when she moved to pounce on her downed foe. Picking up her legs, Karen straightened them out, slamming her feet into the other woman’s belly, making her groan and double over. The Playmate then rose up and rocked Cori with two mighty punches to the head. As Cori staggered, Karen followed and struck at her foe’s left breast, her fist sinking right in the middle of the opulence of titflesh and silicone, flattening it against the chest. Cori squealed and stepped back, clutching at her boob, which gave Karen the opportunity to move in close and nail the California babe with three quick shots to the belly. Cori winced and backed off even further and Karen flashed a predatory grin, feeling pretty pleased with the discovery that for all of her rival’s bulk and musculature, the bitch’s abs were not at all what they could have been. To Karen, Cori’s belly seemed soft; she had distinctly felt it cave in under the blows.
Having found a weak spot, Karen now ruthlessly set out to exploit it. She lashed out with her right foot, kicking Cori in the stomach and then pressed forward, using her speed to attack the Californian’s vulnerable belly with heavy punches while at the same time avoiding the fitness model’s answering blows. Cori was undoubtedly hurt by the vicious, focused assault, but even so, she had no intentions of going down. Karen was quick, but not that quick, and, having taken a while to find her range, Cori now began to strike back. The sound of fists striking flesh mixed with grunts of effort and loud screams of anger and pain reverberated all over Muscle Beach as the two strong, furious women battled each other fiercely for supremacy at the edge of the surf. Swinging mightily, Karen managed to force her opponent a few steps back towards the ocean and they were now standing ankle-deep in the water. Ducking under a wild roundhouse that could have taken her head off had it connected, the Playmate came in and pumped several rapid punches low into Cori’s belly, her fists sinking deep. The big woman groaned and sank to her knees, her face suddenly turning ashen. However, she still had enough left to suddenly fire her right fist upwards directly into her foe’s groin. Karen screamed and also went down on her knees holding her crotch with both hands. Cori swiftly punched her in the face, sending her down on her back. Moaning, Karen slowly rolled over onto her belly and pushed herself up to all-fours – a move that brought her nothing but pain and misery. Still kneeling, Cori closed in from behind and drove her right knee several times straight into the Indiana woman’s exposed, vulnerable cunt, using Karen’s own taut, perfectly-rounded buttocks to prop herself on with her hands for better balance. Gagging and gasping, her whole body racked by pain, Karen’s arms buckled and her face went down into the sand, her legs spread, her sexy naked ass still sticking invitingly up in the air. Her attention duly caught by her rival’s upturned posterior, Cori now switched to punches, burying her right fist into the soft, tender flesh between the Playmate’s trembling thighs. Karen howled in agony and writhed in the surf, exercising all of her willpower to stop herself from simply curling into a ball and bawling like a baby.
Bawling like a baby was just the thing Cori was interested in seeing her rival do, and now the California beauty set about making it happen, deciding it was time to use her most potent and feared weapons. Sitting down in the water in front of Karen, Cori snatched two handfuls of hair and pulled the former closer to her, snapping her thighs shut around the Playmate’s head.
“Now I gotcha, bitch!” Cori growled triumphantly, propping herself with one hand behind her and using her other hand to tug hard on Karen’s hair as she locked her ankles and began to squeeze, the muscles standing out like chiseled on her sexy legs, developed through years of intense workouts.
As Cori’s powerful thighs clamped down on her head, Karen gave a choked gasp, her eyes bulging and her face turning red from the immense pressure. Moaning, she struggled with everything she had, slapping and punching the steely limbs that kept her trapped, digging her fingernails into the wet skin.
“Give up, cunt!” Cori ordered, squeezing tighter and tighter, trying to crush her opponent’s head. “You know I’m the better woman; admit it, or I’ll squash you like a bug!”
But despite the very realistic chance of Cori actually carrying out her threat, Karen still continued to resist, her pride not allowing her to give up. Desperate for freedom, she now dug her claws into Cori’s crotch. The fitness model squealed and her scissors loosened a little. Karen saw her opportunity and took it. Pushing her face snugly against the front of Cori’s thong and not caring one bit about who would say or think what, the Indiana-born Playmate bared her white teeth and bit down. Cori gave a piercing shriek and took her turn writhing in agony as she hammered away at Karen’s head and pulled her hair. The scissors hold broken, Karen rolled away and got up, looking to back off and get a much needed breather. She could not enjoy her newly-gained freedom for long, however, as Cori got to her feet as well and tackled her, bringing both of them crashing into the water again. As they both rose up on their knees, Cori now began to pound her rival with both fists, snarling with rage. Karen bravely tried to fight back, but her spirited resistance did not last long. Swinging hard, the bigger, stronger California native slammed several devastating punches into her Indiana rival’s body and head, sending Karen down. Now Cori jumped on top, whaling away. Karen groaned and struggled but it was no good. After all the fierce fighting and numerous changes of fortune, the upper hand was now once again Cori’s and this time the fitness queen intended to keep it.
Rising, Cori now dragged her foe up by the hair, and trapped her in a tight bear hug, her powerful arms encircling Karen and pinning the Playmate’s arms at her sides. Lifting the struggling woman in the air, the sturdy Californian shook her like a rag doll. Karen groaned, her legs kicking uselessly, her head lolling to and fro.
“You give, bitch?” Cori asked, squeezing mightily, her clasped hands digging painfully into the small of Karen’s back.
“F-F-Fuck you!” Karen wheezed, wincing in pain, her body arching backwards, suspended in Cori’s crushing embrace and shaking from the strain the fitness model’s muscular arms were putting on it.
“Yeah?” Cori growled, breathing heavily into Karen’s naked, quivering breasts, “Still think you’re tough, huh? Let’s see how you like getting drowned like the rat you are!”
With that, Cori started walking further into the ocean, carrying her twisting, kicking victim, who was now positively wailing with fright.
Ironically, Karen’s aquaphobia did the Indiana babe a lot more good than harm in the circumstances. Faced with the prospect of being dragged into the deep by what she knew to be an utterly ruthless foe, Karen’s survival instincts kicked in. Her overwhelming inherent fear of the water flooded her battered, exhausted body with adrenaline, energizing her to levels she could never have reached consciously. Literally fighting for her life, she was able to free one arm and immediately jammed a thumb in Cori’s eye. Cori’s response came in the form of a scream and an instant release of the bear hug. Standing in waist-deep water, Karen smashed her fist straight into the big woman’s chin, stunning her, and then further compounded the effect with two more blows to the jaw. As Cori swayed and all but collapsed, Karen helped herself to two handfuls of the former’s titflesh and used it to haul the Californian through the water, digging her claws in deep. Cori screamed and struggled but it was no good; Karen was not feeling at all comfortable in the ocean and wanted to get out of it as quickly as possible, and she continued to walk backwards towards the beach, dragging the squealing fitness model by the tits. It was not until Karen had almost reached the shore and the water was no higher than her ankles that Cori finally managed to break the Playmate’s death grip on her mauled mammaries and stand up. Tangling her hands in her foe’s wet hair, Cori started to viciously shake Karen back and forth, snarling angrily. Karen’s response was to bury her right fist into the Californian’s stomach, drawing a loud grunt from Cori. Two more shots to her belly had the fitness model groaning and backing away.
“Come here, bitch!” Karen yelled and sprang forward.
Cori elected to meet her charging foe head-on, the two hard, wet bodies coming together with a deafening slap. At the moment of impact Cori grabbed, lifted and twisted at the same time, slamming Karen down and landing on top of her amidst a fountain of seawater. Karen groaned, but still ad enough presence of mind to wrap her arms and legs around her foe and prevent the latter from rising up and straddling her. The two wrestled furiously in the surf for several seconds, cursing and screaming before Cori ended up with her body wedged sideways between Karen’s legs. Wrapping her arms around her opponent’s head and pulling it hard into her chest, cheek first, to negate the danger of biting, Karen now proceeded to squeeze Cori’s thick midsection with glee, the Playmate’s powerful scissors cutting deep into the Californian’s belly. Cori groaned and squirmed, hammering and clawing at Karen’s body, her face red from the strain. She eventually managed to free herself of the other woman’s encircling limbs by raking her fingernails across Karen’s face and tried to get away, but did not get far.
As the women rose almost simultaneously, Karen closed in from behind, wrapping her arms around Cori’s waist and clasping her hands on the fitness model’s belly. Cori winced and tried to break the hold with her hands, but could not. Grunting with the effort Karen lifted Cori up in the air, shook her back and forth a few times and then slammed her face first into the surf. Rising up on her knees and still having her foe locked in tight, Karen now squeezed as hard as she possibly could, hands gripping each other and digging into Cori’s belly, strong arms constricting, pulling, wrenching, chin digging between Cori’s shoulders, hips pumping forcefully into the Californian’s shapely backside. Groaning, feeling her abs and innards being pulverized by her strong rival, Cori squirmed in Karen’s clutches, clawing and pulling at the Playmate’s forearms and wrists, desperate for release.
“I’ll snap you in half, you fuckin’ cunt!” Karen panted, rocking violently from side to side, shaking Cori’s body around, destroying the fitness model’s midsection.
“NNNAAAARGH!” Was all Cori could say in reply, her face contorted in agony, mouth agape, sucking air.
Digging her fingernails in Karen’s wrists and getting only an increase in the pressure around her waist as a result, Cori moaned in pain, frantically searching for a way out. Reaching back and around her attacker, she groped Karen’s ass before locating her soft target and tearing into it with a vengeance. The sudden searing pain in her assaulted womanhood caused Karen to shriek and jerk back, releasing her hold and grabbing Cori’s wrist to force the invading hand away. Desperate to put some space between herself and her rival and regroup, Cori lunged forward, but not quickly enough. Karen pounced on the Californian from behind again, trapping her in a full nelson. Before Cori could respond, the Playmate fell backwards, dragging the former on top of her and adding a crushing body scissors to the nelson.
Cori bellowed in frustration, writhing madly in Karen’s clutches. It seemed to her that she had entered some kind of endless loop. Every time she escaped a hold which her foe had put her in, she instantly found herself trapped in another one. She was beginning to feel controlled by the other woman and she did not like this one little bit. Another thing which she liked even less was the fact that she was also feeling a lot of pain. Karen’s hands at the back of her head were pushing her chin towards her chest with a great deal of force, putting a great deal of pressure on her neck, while the Playmate’s toned legs were putting even greater pressure on her midsection, threatening to crush her ribcage.
“Give up, bitch!” Karen growled, pushing and squeezing, her fit body straining to the limit in an effort to break that of her foe.
Realizing that she was in dire straits, but unable to stand even the thought of submitting to her hated rival, Cori struggled with all her might, heaving and twisting, her powerful arms and legs flailing around, her massive breasts bouncing and rolling all over her broad chest with her violent movements. Desperation lending her extra strength, she put everything she had in one titanic effort, letting out a long, loud scream of exertion and anger, and she somehow managed to bring her arms down, breaking the nelson.
“Fuck!” Karen said in a flat, emotionless voice, and before she could do anything else, Cori jerked her head back, striking her in the face.
As Karen groaned and recoiled, Cori bucked wildly and broke free of her opponent’s scissors as well. The fitness queen then tried to wrestle Karen down and straddle her, but the lithe, hard-bodied Indiana native struggled defiantly, twisting like an eel in the surf. Slipping away from her rival, Karen pushed herself up to her knees and knocked a rising Cori down on her back with a well-timed blow to the head. Cori tried to get up again with pretty much the same poor result. Jumping onto her fallen foe, Karen quickly reverse-straddled the former and slid backwards, planting her naked ass onto Cori’s face. Wriggling her hips a little for some last minute adjustments the 1998 Playmate of the year settled down into a comfortable seat, the firm, yet pliant flesh of her perfectly shaped derriere molding itself to Cori’s features, forming a tight seal over the Californian’s breathing passages.
Deprived of much-needed air, and faced with the prospect of losing to her most hated rival in the most humiliating fashion, Cori went berserk, virtually thrashing the shallow water around her to foam. She bucked and kicked, her powerful body heaving convulsively in its desperate struggles for oxygen. Unperturbed, Karen kept her mount looking focused and grim. Knowing that she had her formidable foe trapped, and determined to end it right there and then, the Playmate steadily ground her shapely backside hard into her victim’s, her taut glistening buttocks clenching, gripping, smothering. Apparently not satisfied with simply cutting off her opponent’s air supply, the Indiana-born beauty now fired a few raping punches into Cori’s jiggling breasts before grabbing the two supple orbs and mauling them savagely. Spurred on by the pain, Cori struggled even more violently, slapping and punching at Karen’s torso and hips. The Playmate grinned savagely and reached down with one hand, pumping several shots into her opponent’s heaving belly, and then grabbing the front of Cori’s thong and pulling hard, giving the sexy Californian a highly unpleasant frontal wedgie. Ultimately, the thong ripped apart, but not before it had caused the thrashing fitness queen a great deal of pain.
Sensing that she was fading, and realizing that unless she did something quickly it was all over for her, Cori fought with all her might, her muscular, now oxygen-starved body working overtime as she tired to throw her tormentor off. Refusing to accept defeat at the hands of the loathsome McDougal bitch, she now reached up, grabbed Karen’s hair and yanked sideways with everything she had and the immense effort proved enough to topple the Playmate.
“JESUS CHRIST!” Karen shrilled, her eyes wide her eyes wide and full of both hatred and panic as she struggled to comprehend how it was possible for anyone to possess that much raw power. She had been sure she had had the bitch all wrapped up and ready to dispose of and to seeing Cori’s powerful form rise up from the surf to face her was a crushing blow to her psyche. “WHY CAN’T YOU JUST DIE, YOU BIG FUCKIN’ FREAK?” The Indiana native whined plaintively, now utterly convinced in life’s monumental unfairness.
The naked women squared off, panting and shaking. Both were exhausted and desperate and both knew their next clash would in all probability their last, which was why they wasted no time in closing in for that clash, each hell-bent on prevailing over her rival and claiming Muscle Beach for herself. Karen drilled a punch in Cori’s belly, received one in the face in return, and then they came together. Their hands clasping each other, fingers intertwining, they staggered out of the water to a spot just beyond the edge of the surf. There, their tired legs refused to support their weight any longer and they slowly sank to their knees, leaning into each other, their locked hands high above their heads, arms trembling with the strain.
The test of strength, like their previous one, was short and decisive. Cori was a big, powerful woman, but she had simply spent too much energy struggling to get out of the last damaging sequence of brutal holds Karen had put her in. In short, Karen had more strength left than her rival at this point, her lithe, toned body having somehow fared better through the grueling battle than the Californian’s bigger, more heavily muscled frame. Slowly, relentlessly, Karen overwhelmed Cori, bending the fitness queen’s wrists, pushing into her, forcing her to lean backwards. Eyes wide in disbelief at what was transpiring, the pride she took in her superbly developed, powerful body severely wounded, Cori screamed in frustrated fury and went all-out in a bid to regain the lost ground. Groaning tensely, baring her teeth, Cori strained in a sinew-snapping, tendon-tearing effort. Her muscles rippled beneath the wet, tanned skin, and so did Karen’s. Panting, her heavy breathing hissing rapidly between her clenched teeth, Karen leaned further into her foe, sliding her chest over Cori’s, putting weight behind her effort as well. The Indiana native’s large, jutting tits speared Cori’s battered boobs, thrusting deep into them and Cori groaned again, this time more in despair and discomfort than anything else. Snarling, Karen pushed even harder, her obviously firmer tits crushing the California woman’s overwhelmed orbs, flattening them against the chest, and as that happened, Cori suddenly let out a wail and toppled over, unable to withstand the Playmate’s charge.
“Yesssss!!” Karen hissed triumphantly as she landed on top of her foe. Wrenching her hands free of the other woman’s she grabbed Cori’s wrists and pinned her arms above her head. Cori moaned and struggled, but did not seem to have enough strength to throw Karen off. Pulling Cori’s arms up Karen spread them out wide and slammed them forcefully to the ground, pinning them again. The Playmate stretched out on top of Cori, her body covering the fitness queen’s inch per inch, weighing it down.
“You can’t get up, can you, bitch?” Karen taunted, leering in Cori’s face as the pinned woman squirmed ineffectually beneath her. “Whassamatter? All those steroids and pumpin’ iron, and you can’t even get me off of you, you pathetic wimp!”
The insult stung Cori deep and she redoubled her efforts to break free, but she was too spent to make any impression on Karen’s 125-odd pounds of sinewy strength and remained pinned on her back, gasping and moaning, her fingers curling into claws as she tried in vain to get her arms off the sand and out of Karen’s grasp.
“It’s over, bitch!” Karen panted. “You’re done and everybody knows it! But I might as well make it a little more “official” – just for the benefit of your dumb ass!”
With that, Karen started counting, loud enough for everyone to hear. She counted slowly – with four or five second pauses between numbers – certain that she had total control of the situation and determined to embarrass her rival. The count had a positively galvanizing effect on Cori, who realized fully well that she was being humiliated in addition to being pinned. The realization was an agonizing one, for the concept of the counting was not at all unfamiliar to her. She herself had done this to many a rival, but never in her worse nightmares had she thought that she would ever be on the receiving end of it. Desperate to avoid the indignity of being held down for a ten count, the powerfully-built California woman squirmed and twisted, arching her back in attempts to escape, groaning and grunting in effort as she fought with all she had left. Unfortunately for her, what she had left was not very much. At any rate it was less than what Karen had. Maintaining her position on top, the Playmate answered each of her opponent’s efforts with an even greater one of her own, weighing Cori down, keeping her pinned flat on her back, controlling her. Her slow count was already up to five, and it did not look like Cori would be able to do anything to escape before it had reached ten. No matter how hard the pinned Californian tried, her battered, exhausted body just could not overcome the other woman’s lean, toned frame on top of it. Each time she arched her back in an attempt to twist and dislodge her rival, her raised pelvis was met by a thrust of Karen’s curvy hips and driven back down.
Lying on top of her fatigued foe, Karen kept Cori stretched out, her lissom, glistening body straining to hold the writhing woman down, her steely thighs pressing down on Cori’s, keeping her legs locked straight, preventing her from planting her feet and finding leverage. The Playmate’s stony abs mashed aggressively against the fitness model’s softened belly, causing it to cave in, while above Karen’s firm, full breasts ground down on Cori’s beaten tits, flattening them, spreading them out. Karen’s larger, rock-hard nipples easily pushed Cori’s pink nubs back, inverting them and pinning them deep inside the Californian’s pancaked titflesh. Cori squealed and howled in discomfort and shame as she battled on, determined not to let herself be defeated by her nemesis, but it was clear that she was fading. Karen had reached “seven” and Cori was still flat on her back, apparently powerless to do anything about it.
“You’re finished, slut! Your ass is mine now!” Karen growled fiercely, interrupting her count, making an even longer pause between “seven” and “eight”. She could sense Cori’s struggles dying down, and buoyed by the fact she dug deep into her last reserves of strength to really take it to her foe. Relishing the feel of the Californian powerhouse’s mighty body growing progressively weaker and softer beneath hers, she now virtually dominated Cori, her taut muscles and sinews pulsed and vibrated against the latter’s weakened body with what to Cori seemed the force of a sledge hammer. The enfeebled fitness queen’s growls and grunts of effort gradually turned to soft moans as her strength waned further and further, leaving her helpless and at her foe’s mercy.
“Eight!” Karen calm voice spurred the fitness model to continue her fruitless struggles. Mewling in despair, Cori tried to will some strength in her muscular, once powerful arms and tear them free from Karen’s vice-like grip, but to no avail.
“No! No! No!” Cori cried in utter mental anguish, sensing her opponent’s superiority and realizing that she would be defeated.
Firmly on top, Karen shoved her conquering tits into the pinned woman’s deflated boobs, mashing them down, smothering them, hurting Cori and taking away more and more of her will to fight.
“Nine!” The Playmate smiled grimly as she continued her domination, flattening her foe to the sand, ignoring the latter’s feeble squirming. All of Cori’s attempts to bridge up and free herself were futile and short-lived; Karen’s curvy hips pumped mightily, her shapely, glistening ass clenching and unclenching as it moved up and down energetically, her neatly trimmed mound slamming again and again into Cori’s with brutal force, mashing, grinding, hammering. Each hard impact was drawing a cry from the fitness queen, and driving the latter’s firm but overwhelmed ass deeper and deeper into the wet sand, the Indiana beauty literally pounding her California rival into the ground.
Staring defeat in the face, Cori now gathered all of her remaining strength and arched her back violently, straining every muscle and tendon in her body to its limit, in a last ditch effort to escape. She could not. She simply was not strong enough. She quickly realized that herself and she whimpered rather pathetically as she continued to exert the last vestiges of energy she had left, hoping against hope for a miracle.
Karen did not believe in miracles.
Looking deep into her struggling victim’s eyes from inches away, the dominant Playmate saw fear and hatred gradually giving way to recognition, which in turn was replaced by resignation as the fitness queen finally accepted her rival’s supremacy.
Subjected to enormous tension, the Californian’s powerfully build, sexy body quivered violently for several seconds and then it just quit, collapsing to the sand beneath Karen’s taut, sculpted frame. With one last feeble jerk and a choked sob, Cori went limp in utter defeat.
The very moment Cori flopped down, Karen suddenly stiffened and then began to shudder convulsively, the unexpected orgasm which ripped through her like a tidal wave completing one of the most intense, satisfying experiences she had ever had. For several long moments she quaked and twitched on top of the other woman, groaning gutturally, her throbbing snatch oozing hot juices onto Cori’s helpless cunt, making the pinned model whimper in shame. Then her shuddering gradually subsided, and she too lay still for a moment.
“Ten.” she said evenly.
Giving the side of Cori’s face a slow, hard lick, Karen pushed herself up with one last twist of her torso, driving her tits deeper into Cori’s softer boobs, flattening them further and flicking her stiff nipples across Cori’s beaten nips, drawing a low moan from the pinned woman. Straightening up, she straddled her conquered foe, gasping for air and shaking from exhaustion. She felt absolutely ecstatic. It had been probably the hardest, painful and grueling battle she had ever fought, but it was finally over. She had won, and had she not been so fatigued, she would have squealing and jumping around in delight. Her victory may have been hard-earned, but the prize was definitely worth the pain and effort as far as she was concerned. Having beaten her archrival, she was now the Alpha bitch of Muscle Beach and she wanted to make sure everybody knew it, starting with the vanquished pretender.
Tired as she was, Karen put her heart and soul into her hands and her powerful slaps to Cori’s unprotected face soon had the fitness model pleading for mercy, too weak to even raise her hands to defend herself.
“Hmmm, let’s recap,” Karen said, pushing the wet hair away from her face with a shaky hand. “As I recall, you came here thinkin’ you’re hot stuff, actin’ like you own the place. You don’t; I do! I also own YOUR sorry ass now! I don’t know what the hell I’m gonna do with it, but it’s mine nevertheless. You wanna know how come? ‘Cause I beat you, bitch! I bested you in every way possible! I out-punched you; I out-slapped you; I out-kicked you; I outwrestled you; I out-scissored you; I out-smothered you; I outlasted you; and guess what, bitch, I even out-muscled you. I held that useless lump of blubber you call a body pinned down for a ten count – and you know I could have held you down for as log as I wanted. In short, my dear big, fat, steroid-grown musclehead – I plain outfought you! I beat you on every level imaginable, and do you wanna know why? Because, Cori Nadine, I am BETTER than you!”
The only answer to the irrefutable fact was a sob from the defeated woman.
“Or are you goin’ to come up with another half-assed excuse for losing to me – AGAIN?” Karen inquired, raising an eyebrow.
Cori said nothing. There was nothing to say; no excuses. She had been utterly demolished today, beaten like never before, and by a bitch she hated more than anyone in the world. She felt like crying. A lot.
“No?” Karen raised her other eyebrow. “Alright then! This must mean you’ve finally learned your lesson!” Karen slid back and sat on Cori’s belly, grasping the Californian’s battered and bruised breasts. “Now I want you to share your knowledge with everybody! Tell them who the better woman is! Say it, bitch, and say it loud and clear, or I’ll rip your soft, droopy boobs off! Who’s the better woman?” Karen dug her sharp claws into the pliant flesh.
“Karen!” The defeated woman bleated pitifully. “Karen is the better woman!” Badly beaten, Cori was absolutely terrified of Karen now and would do whatever the latter wanted just to save herself further punishment which she knew she could not take.
“And who owns this beach now?” Karen demanding, still squeezing lightly.
“Karen owns the beach!” Cori proclaimed unhappily.
“Good girl!” Karen patted Cori’s quivering boob and got up. “Let’s prove it, shall we?” The victorious Indiana native said as she stood astride Cori’s head and then almost casually dropped down in her signature straddle split, her crotch coming to rest directly on Cori’s face. She held the pose for several seconds, nonchalantly running her fingers through her hair, slicking it back. Disregarding the other woman’s muffled sounds of protest coming from beneath, she glanced around, while slowly pumping her hips back and forth several times grinding on Cori’s face. But she was not aiming to render her beaten rival unconscious nor torture her. She was simply doing a bit of showing off, letting Cori and everyone else know just who the number one bitch was around here. Her dominance established, Karen slowly rose from her beaten rival’s limp form allowing Cori to finally draw some much needed air into her lungs.
“Now listen to me, muscle girl,” Karen said, looking down into Cori’s dejected face. “You can either leave the beach for good, or you can stay; I don’t care. But if you do hang around, just make sure you know your place! There’ll be no more of your fuckin’ attitude; no more of that “queen Cori” bullshit! It’s queen Karen now, and if you ever forget that for one second, you’ll require hospitalization after I’m done with you! Get that into your thick skull, Nadine: You’re through! You ever mess with me again and I’ll fuckin’ break your back! You understand?” Karen now placed one foot on Cori’s mound and pressed down.
“AAAAAAHH! OK! OK! I UNDERSTAND!!” Cori cried out.
“Do you? Whose beach is it, slut?” Karen growled
“Y-Y-Yours! It’s your beach!” The big woman stammered.
“Good! Anybody here disagrees?” Karen inquired icily, staring around challengingly, even though she realized perfectly well that in her battered, exhausted state she would easily be ripped apart by each and every one of the women there.
But despite that obvious fact, everywhere the Playmate looked, she saw all eyes dropping down, not meeting hers. All, except for one pair…
“How about you? You disagree?” Karen asked, walking right up to the owner of said pair, staring hard.
“And what if I do?” The fit, athletic blonde stared right back, her green eyes locking with Karen’s blue ones, sparks flying.
“Well, then I guess I’m just gonna have to make you see things my way!” Karen purred.
“Any time you’re feelin’ up for it, hon!” The blonde replied.
They stared into each other’s eyes for several moments, then Karen tossed her head and walked to where she had spotted her bikini top. She knew that a challenge to her throne had just been issued and accepted, but she could not care less. All in due time, she said to herself as she put her still intact top on. The bottom part of her swimsuit was a different story, though. That was gone forever. She looked around and saw several towels in the sand. She picked up one and wrapped it around her waist. It was not really her color, but she decided it would do for getting to her car. Predictably, nobody stepped forward to claim ownership of the towel as she started walking away.
In fact, everyone started to leave, save for Cori. The conquered California native rolled over onto her belly, in shock, trying to process what had just happened to her. She could not believe she had lost. She had been so confident coming into this fight. She had always known that it would not be easy, but she had felt certain she would win it because of the excellent shape she was in. How could this be, she kept asking herself, swallowing tears of disappointment as she struggled to get to grips with the harsh reality of the situation. Karen’s last ominous words still rang in her head, and for a moment she even considered leaving the beach for good, but then she knew this would not happen, She had no place else to go. She would stay, but she realized that she was going to have to pay a price for it. Life on Muscle Beach certainly would not be much fun for her from now on with the McDougal bitch lording it over the place, over her. At the same time she did not see what she could do about it. She had been beaten by Karen and beaten soundly. Having given it her all in this fight and still having lost, she was not at all sure if she would have the guts to challenge the powerful Playmate again any time in the near future – if ever.
“You win, bitch!” Cori said in a small, shaky voice, watching Karen walk away and noting the provocative, confident sway of the towel-wrapped curvy hips even through the prism of her tears. “You can have your beach, Goddam’ you to Hell; you can have it all! Enjoy it while it lasts, ‘cause one of these days you’ll get yours! And when that happens I’ll be right there, laughin’ in your broken face…
Burying her face in her hands, the dethroned fitness queen wept bitterly in defeat.