To the readers ... This should have been a 10th anniversary story for last year, since the series began back in 1999. I guess the “10th” in 2010 will have to suffice! Enjoy. - D.

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Beat You in the Backseat
by Damon

The dance was conducted much the same as it had ever been. The pretty young brunette kept her hands clamped tight over the lovely redhead's mouth and nose, determined to keep her victim from breathing. She also had her own asphyxiation issues to work out, though. The redhead had not only wrapped her thighs about the brunette's trim waist and begun to squeeze her attacker slowly, but had also reached out to secure her strong hands about her opponent's soft throat and begin strangling the brunette.

They’d been fighting for nearly fifteen minutes now and still the two long-time, hateful rivals were stalemated in their latest one-on-one encounter, as they almost always had been since their first fateful struggle all that time ago. It had all come to a head again just this very morning as the two women decided once more to contest their differences physically, winner take all.

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Kathleen had been sitting head down at her desk, busy going over some upcoming summer event scheduling for her community relations position. She was totally focused on the task at hand, and didn’t hear anything as someone approached her cubicle. That someone was Jennifer, who had been spoiling for another fight with the brunette ever since suffering a defeat in their last encounter.

Coffee cup in one hand, the redhead sashayed by Kathleen’s workspace and casually reached over the low wall with the other hand and gave a slight, vicious tug on the brunette’s wavy brown hair.

“Owww!” cried Kathleen as she was snapped out of her reverie by Jennifer’s intrusion. She glared upwards, but she already knew who was to blame, as there was no one else around the back of the office on this casual late spring day.

“What do you want, bitch?” snarled Kathleen, not even attempting to fake proper office etiquette.

Jennifer rested her long arms atop the wall as she leaned over it, an iniquitous smile etched across her face, as if she was about to share a long-held secret.

“I want your ass, you witch,” she shot back, the smirk now replaced by tight-lipped determination. “I owe you for last time, you little whore.”

Now it was Kathleen’s turn to wear a grin.

“I have nothing to prove,” she retorted matter-of-factly. “You took your shot, you had me on the ropes, and still I came back and beat your ass.”

“Barely,” growled Jenn back. “You bet your fat ass I had you on the ropes, and I should have won that fight hands down. If you hadn’t had so much space to fight with that day, you would have never gotten away from me, and I would have finished you off but good.”

“Sure you would have,” snapped Kathleen. “So what now, Jenn? You want to fight me in a closet or something? How about a phone booth?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Kath,” said Jennifer coolly, while coyly tracing her index finger along the thin top of the cubicle wall before her eyes locked onto Kathleen’s. “How about the backseat of a car?”

Jennifer smiled again as Kathleen thought about that idea for a second; and then the brunette was grinning herself . She hadn’t really planned on getting into a fight today, but with Jennifer around, it was always just a matter of time until the bell rang once more.

“Sounds like fun,” said the brunette. “Where do you want to do it?”

“Well, we can’t use a company car," explained Jenn, “and you’ve got that nice big Lincoln ...”

“Why my car?” Kathleen cut in incredulously. “I don’t want your skanky ass touching my seats!”

Jennifer actually had quite a lovely derriere, and a beautiful body complete with long legs and full breasts, although Kathleen would never admit it. Kathleen had a stunning shape as well, and their mutual good looks undoubtedly factored into the equation of why the two women despised one another so much.

“Because I drive a compact car,” replied the redhead. “We could barely fit in the back seat, much less fight in it. Unless you want to try that closet you suggested, you’ve got room to spare in your ride.”

Kathleen smirked as she folded her arms across her ample chest.

“I thought you said my having had too much room last time helped me to beat you,” she countered.

“You’ll still have less room in the back seat of that boat of yours,” sneered the redhead. “Enough to remember who beat your tits off after we’re finished today.”

Kathleen’s lips and teeth tightened again into a snarl, and she might have lunged up at her rival if it wasn’t for the fact she would undoubtedly be fired for the physical assault of a fellow employee. She knew she would have to bide her time for today, at least for a few hours.

“Three o’clock,” she said calmly, never taking her brown eyes off of Jennifer. “I have to go pick up some forms, and I could use a brainless bimbo for an assistant.”

Jenn’s green eyes flared at that unshielded insult. She thought of flinging her coffee in Kathleen’s face, but that would have put an end to the prospect of fighting this afternoon, and without a doubt her job as an administrative assistant. She smiled wickedly once more.

“Always glad to help some dim-witted little trollop who couldn’t find her ass with both hands,” chided the redhead. “See you up front at three.”

The flame-haired beauty then turned on her heel and began to stride away, but Kathleen got up from her chair angrily and grabbed her foe by the back of that red hair. Not hard enough to give Jenn cause to yell, but enough to get her attention and stop her in place.

“Don’t be late,” whispered the brown-eyed brunette harshly in the redhead’s ear.

Jenn smiled and reached up to grasp Kathleen’s wrist and pull the brunette’s hand out of her red hair as she turned towards her perennial opponent.

“See you at three,” she repeated.

The two rivals then interlaced their fingers and locked their hands together, Jenn’s left and Kath’s right, as if sealing their pact to face off once more.

It wouldn’t be long until 3:00 p.m. rolled around.

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Kathleen and Jennifer glared daggers at one another the rest of their time at work before the appointed hour came. They took Kathleen’s navy blue Lincoln Continental to a close but remote section of town where they could contest themselves naked against one another as they had for so many, many months now. The early spring coolness insured that the vehicle would not be too hot. Leaving the air conditioning running with the engine off would have sapped precious fuel, just like the two combatants within would take turns sapping the very breath from one another.

It helped that the vehicle had very dark-tinted windows that would prevent any possible passers-by from seeing what was going on within. The back seat of a luxury sedan was more spacious than most modern vehicles, save perhaps a van of some sorts; but it was still confined enough to be a difficult place to free oneself from a resolute opponent’s cruel, determined grasp.

The two twenty-something beauties had gone on their errand to a printer about a half-hour away from the office to pick up some new blank waiver forms – and the moderately heavy traffic that day had not only given them a cover for their latest combat, but at least an hour’s worth of fighting time.

Driving back close to the arena where they both worked in the front office of the local professional hockey team, they had parked in the secluded spot, made their way into the back seat, and then stripped down for their latest struggle. Designer shoes, lacey bras and panties, cotton skirts and silk blouses spilled over into the front seat, so as not to be ruined when the two women engaged one another physically for the latest time.

They had never fought fully-clothed, and never with so much on as body-hugging bikinis. They might have, if their rivalry had not been so intense; but to add clothing replacement bills on top of the emotional insult and physical injury that were corollaries of their combats would have been too much to bear.

This would not be a playful, slap-and-tickle, giggling-all the-while pillow fight. As always, it would be a knockdown, drag-out, no holds barred naked catfight to the finish, even in the limited quarters of the Lincoln’s back seat, where the two beauties would be forced to clash in close.

Once they finished shedding their silky accoutrements, the two five-foot-seven sirens positioned themselves on their knees in the back seat and squared off, sizing one another up, hands resting on smooth thighs in the final moments before attack.

“I’m going to snuff you, slut,” sneered Jennifer at her dark-haired rival after she rubbed her hands along her firm ass before repositioning them at her sides. “Gonna take the breath right out of you!”

“Up yours, you skinny bitch!” shot back Kathleen in an even-tempered tone after she adjusted her own ample, unclothed breasts with both hands. “They’ll have to slap you awake when I get finished with you!”

Silence then hung between the two women, each beauty’s eyes now fixated upon her enemy’s, until suddenly and wordlessly they lunged forward and grabbed one another by the head, each woman trying to force the other one down onto the seat where she could straddle her opponent and take control of this newest nude encounter between them.

They pulled and tugged and twisted, groaning with exertion as they wrestled woman-to-woman, their equal strength canceling each other’s out and stalemating the two beauties. They pulled mercilessly at one another’s hair, their subsequent mutual agony eliciting shrill shrieks from both battlers as they twisted their long fingers in one another’s long, silky locks. Tears threatened to spill from their beautiful eyes in their suffering, but neither woman wanted to give her opponent the satisfaction of having caused her pain.

Their deadlock continued until Jennifer wrenched her left hand free and slapped Kathleen across the cheek, the sound reverberating through the car interior like the crack of a rifle shot. The sudden blow surprised the brunette, who then took two more slaps, each more savage than the one before and each reddening her face even further, before Kathleen freed up her own holds on Jennifer’s hair and tried to seize the redhead’s shoulders.

That was when the punch landed square into Kathleen’s mouth, knuckles smashing hard into the brunette’s lips, and by extension the teeth behind them. The brunette was left even more stupified by this fourth strike and just hung there while the world flowed about her dazed conscience, until reality intruded in the form of a bare hand cupping underneath Kathleen’s jaw and pushing her head back hard, until the back of her skull was flush with the rear driver’s side window.

Kath tried to push back, tried to push free; but Jennifer held firm against her foe, the redhead’s right hand still pressing hard against the brunette’s lower jaw, her left hand pressing just as hard against her enemy’s forehead and pinning her in place.

Jennifer reveled in Kathleen’s anguished grunts, the brunette desperate to break free but restrained by her surprisingly strong opponent, Jenn’s slender shape belying the sheer strength in her long limbs and frame. Kathleen tried to reach out and grab her tormentor by the face, but Jenn's arms were long enough to keep the brunette at bay.

Jennifer continued to push against Kathleen's face and chin, smiling wickedly as she watched the brunette suffering and struggling. Kathleen fumbled for Jenn's wrists, trying to grab them and break the redhead's two-handed hold; but then Jennifer decided to switch tactics and increase her long-time enemy's agony. Moving quickly, and faster than Kathleen could react, Jennifer deftly forced her right hand over Kathleen’s mouth, hooking her thumb underneath the brunette’s chin for leverage. She then used the thumb and first two fingers of her stronger left hand to squeeze Kathleen’s nostrils completely shut, and thus completely seal off the brunette’s breathing passages, as she had so many times before.

“Good thing I wiped my hands on my ass, huh?” cackled the redhead as she bore down with both hands. She began to press and pinch as hard as she could, determination etched across her countenance, as she began barehandedly suffocating her hated enemy.

Kathleen's eyes went wide, and then narrowed as her air supply was cut off. She gripped the redhead's wrists, one in each hand, tugging like mad to get those terrible hands off of her face so she could breathe again, but Jennifer wasn't letting go. The redhead licked her cruel lips, a dreadful smile now on her pretty face, as Kathleen struggled in vain and emitted a muffled cry from beneath Jenn's smothering hands. The brunette felt herself fading as she was suffocated, and her lungs began to burn from lack of air as her face began to turn an ugly shade of crimson. A minute or more so of breathless anguish and it would all be over.

Got to break free, ran the solitary thought through Kathleen's reeling mind. Got to, or this bitch is finally going to snuff me. It can't end like that, not with all the fights and pain and bruises I've endured at her hands.
She pulled harder at Jenn's wrists, desperate now to free herself, but the redhead clung even more tenaciously to her would-be victim as time ticked away.

If her bare hands couldn't save Kathleen, though, then perhaps her bare feet could.

The brunette lifted her right leg and had space enough to wedge her foot against the top of her tormentor's chest, just above Jenn's ample breasts; then she began to push. Jenn grimaced and tried to keep on hand-smothering Kathleen, but then the brunette worked her foot up the redhead's chest and throat and managed to get her sole up against the bottom of Jenn's lower jaw. Her toes gripped the redhead's chin and started to push away, hard. Nonetheless, it definitely got her opponent's attention.

Jenn stopped pinching Kathleen's nose and used her left hand to grab Kathleen by the ankle, the redhead now trying to break the brunette's grip even as Kathleen still gripped Jenn's wrist, the redhead's right hand still plastered over the brunette's mouth and smothering her.

They tussled back and forth now, each woman straining against the other, but in the end it was legs beating arms as Kathleen violently shoved her foot against Jenn's face and sent the redhead sailing across the back seat. Jenn slammed back first against the other side of the sedan with a heavy thud that left her momentarily stunned. The move also pulled Jenn's hand off of Kathleen's mouth, and the brunette gratefully sucked in several lungfuls of life-giving air before she went on the attack again, lunging across the short space between the two women to come to grips with her rival once more.

Snarling with barely-controlled fury, Kathleen snaked out with both of her strong hands and fastened them tight about the redhead’s exposed throat, the brunette squeezing with all her considerable strength. Jennifer's eyes went wide as she gasped out loud and grasped the brunette's slender wrists. She tugged frantically, but could not break her attacker's grip as Kathleen bore down on her victim and started to barehandedly strangle her.

"Got you now, bitch!" growled the brown-haired beauty through gritted teeth. "Time for you to see what it feels like!"

She squeezed again, thumbs stabbing into Jennifer's yielding throat as the redhead began coughing, her face turning as red as her hair as she suffered in Kathleen's cruel, vindictive grip. She tried to buck from beneath her tormentor, but Kathleen's weight combined with the relatively small space of the back seat defeated her efforts.

"Choke, you cunt," snarled the brunette again as she squeezed once more, determined to do the fading redhead in.

It was then that Kathleen felt Jennifer's strong hands latching onto her sweet breasts, one in each hand, before the redhead began squeezing those two soft mounds mercilessly. The brunette cried out in anguish, the sudden pain almost unbearable; but then her cries became snarls as she reached out to grab Jenn's sacks and begin squeezing them in turn.

They squeezed one another’s luscious breasts as hard as they could in their greedy, grasping hands, their resultant cries reverberating about the interior of the vehicle, screams that would might not have been shuttered had any of the car’s four windows been rolled down more than than just the tiny bit they were.

From time to time steely, semi-clawed fingers managed to painfully pinch or sadistically stretch a thick, brown nipple, eliciting further agony that found voice in shrill, agonized screams.

It was Jennifer who broke this latest stalemate, a snarl crossing her face as she released Kathleen's voluptuous, reddened breasts. Faster than Kathleen could react, Jenn jammed her index fingers inside the corners of Kathleen's mouth and began to pull outwards, hard as hell, as agony exploded in her victim's face.

The brunette gave an anguished, muffled cry and continued crushing the redhead's ample chest; but the pain was simply too much to ignore, especially with Jenn's short but sharp nails scratching and clawing at the soft inner lining of Kathleen's cheeks, and the brunette was finally forced to break off her stranglehold.

Now it was Kathleen's turn to grab Jenn by the wrists and begin tugging like mad again, desperate to break free of those clawing fingers before they could possibly draw blood. The brunette reared up and back to give her greater leverage in her attempts, and finally on the sixth tug she succeeded, ripping Jenn's spittle-drenched digits loose.

Kathleen just sat there for a few moments, still gripping Jenn's wrists, exhausted by her efforts. At the same time the wily redhead surreptitiously wound her long legs about Kathleen's body, and the brunette realized she had been caught when Jenn locked the ankles of her bare feet together and squeezed Kathleen's waist in her trim thighs.
Kathleen cried out at this new pain, and rained down with her balled fists on Jenn's head and shoulders. The pressure about her midsection, though, only increased as Jennifer locked her ankles together even tighter, and Kathleen knew she would have to rob Jenn of breath once more if she was going to break loose.

Kathleen extended her arms and fastened both of her hands onto Jennifer's face, her left palm forming an airtight seal over the redhead's mouth and her right fingertips pinching Jennifer's nostrils shut. Her breath cut off by the brunette, the redhead still began to slowly and methodically squeeze her hated rival between her legs. Kathleen grimaced in pain at the pressure about her abdomen, but kept right on suffocating her despised opponent, who tugged in vain at the brunette's wrists to free herself.

Kathleen allowed herself a small, pained smile as she saw Jennifer suffering once more, the redhead's neck arched backwards at an ugly angle and her eyes closed in agony as she smothered in silence.

"You're mine, bitch," Kathleen managed to stammer before her own lovely countenance contorted in agony, as
Jennifer locked her ankles together even tighter and tried to saw her enemy in half. Feeling herself fading as Kathleen’s acrid hands continued to expertly seal off her breathing passages, Jennifer squeezed her hands harder about her tormentor’s wrists, trying once more to break her opponent’s grip; but she only continued to suffocate in the brunette’s grasp as Kathleen leaned in closer and kept smothering her long-time enemy.

I only need another minute or so, thought Kathleen, as she smiled at prospect of victory. I didn’t even really want to fight today, and now I’m just moments away from beating this bitch. Her smile grew wider.

As Jenn’s throat grew parched and her lungs burned from lack of oxygen, the stunning redhead retaliated as best she could in her preferred fashion, hands releasing her attacker’s wrists to reach up and tighten about Kathleen’s vulnerable throat for what had to be the hundredth time in their many encounters.

Kathleen’s eyes went wide as she gasped horribly, a rising, sucking sound that belied none of her agony as her hated adversary had managed to once more ensnare her in a potentially lethal stranglehold, the redhead’s thumbs biting deep into the brunette’s exposed windpipe. Kathleen gagged as her waist and throat were simultaneously crushed, even as the brunette continued to rob the redhead of breath with her soft, smothering hands. Kathleen’s right hand pinched Jenn’s nose harder, her left hand pressed even more relentlessly over the redhead’s mouth, the brunette going for the knockout.

But Jennifer was winning now, a glint of malicious glee dancing in her emerald green eyes as she punished Kathleen on two fronts about the throat and waist, the redhead squeezing the brunette mercilessly with both her hands and thighs, even as Jennifer herself was suffocated in turn. They tussled back and forth in this mutually-tortured fashion, each woman growing lightheaded from breath deprivation in the other’s grasp; but it was the redhead who finally won out when Kathleen cried out in a strangled fashion and peeled her hands of her adversary’s physiognomy in an attempt to escape from the redhead’s dual grasps.

Kathleen clutched desperately at Jenn’s hands with one of her own, while a balled-up fist beat at Jenn’s enveloping legs; but her agony at both ends was sustained, and even began to worsen.

“I’m sorry, but who has who, now?” chided Jennifer mirthfully, red lips upturned in a cruel, mocking grin.

That smile immediately disintegrated, replaced by the sheer hatred and determination of a snarl as Jennifer squeezed as hard as she could with both hands and thighs in an effort to finally end this close-quarters combat that had seemingly raged all afternoon, but had actually been contested for less than half-an-hour.
Kathleen was finally forced to clutch both frantically and futilely at Jenn’s wrists to try and shatter her assailant’s stranglehold. The brunette’s pretty face was colored crimson even as she sacrificed her waist to her enemy’s merciless, relentless thighs that continued their bone-crushing assault about Kathleen’s midsection and threatened to figuratively cut the brown-haired beauty clean in two.

Jennifer could feel Kathleen weakening in her grip, even as she shook her back and forth now by the throat with both hands. Kathleen's eyes were shut tight, the brunette merely holding on now for dear life even as hers was mercilessly squeezed from her. Jennifer grinned as big as the moon as she realized victory was now well within her grasp. She methodically unlocked her ankles behind the brunette's back, and then slowly unwound her long, tapering legs from about Kathleen's waist, never once relinquishing or softening her chokehold on the fading brunette's throat, thumbs pressing deep into Kathleen's windpipe.

Smiling again, Jennifer pushed forward softly, and the two women went from a sitting position to a more or less horizontal one, with Kathleen's back flat against the back seat and Jennifer on top of her enemy, the redhead continuing to throttle her opponent with both hands.

Kathleen had basically stopped struggling as Jennifer bore down on her rival in a fight-finishing choke, the redhead's hands tightening even more relentlessly about the brunette's throat. In the end Kathleen's strength could no longer match her spirit, and she finally succumbed to barehanded strangulation. She released Jennifer's wrists and then lay prostrate beneath her conqueror, her eyes and mouth closed in exhausted acceptance of her fate as Jennifer continued to squeeze Kathleen’s slender neck. And squeeze it.

Kathleen's right arm lay raised against the upper cushion of the tan back seat of the Lincoln, joined by her upraised and bent right leg, while the long, shapely limbs of her left side dangled uselessly into the crevice between the front and back seats. Jennifer, for her part, initially took no notice of Kathleen's acquiescence as she continued to straddle her dark-haired foe's stomach and squeeze the very breath from the brunette with her powerful hands. Her fingers wound tighter about the brunette’s cylindrical neck, her thumbs dug deeper into the dark-haired beauty’s trachea.

She slammed Kathleen’s head against the padded seat, once, twice, three times in succession, each slam a bit harder than the one before, before the redhead realized that the brunette was no longer fighting back at all, was no longer able to.

A smirk crossed Jennifer's lips as she grasped that victory over her hated rival was once again hers. She thought briefly of continuing her two-handed assault, to keep squeezing Kathleen's neck until she had squeezed the life from her enemy once and for all, but knew she simply couldn’t. Rationally-speaking, she knew that too many people had seen them leave the office together earlier. She might as well drive straight to the auxiliary police unit several blocks away, with Kathleen's corpse in tow, if she chose to simply throttle the brunette for the requisite few more minutes that would signify her untenable end.

The redhead’s smirk then briefly soured into a frown, only to be replaced scant moments later by a grin of pure, malicious glee. Jennifer detached her hands from Kathleen’s throat and placed them upon her hips as she stared down satisfactorily at her conquest. White marks where the redhead’s thumbs had depressed the brunette’s windpipe immediately began to fade, and Jennifer could see that Kathleen was still conscious, if only barely.

Reaching forward again, Jennifer stretched her arms past Kathleen’s neck and placed her hands under the back of Kathleen’s head, still otherwise flat against the back seat on the driver’s side. The redhead simultaneously slid her upper body forward until she could press her ample breasts full into Kathleen’s emotionless face, obscuring all features below the bridge of the brunette’s nose.

Kathleen’s eyes briefly widened as her world became breathless once more, but she made no other move towards defense or escape as her opponent began to mash those soft, all-enveloping sacks into her enemy’s visage.

Jennifer licked her thick lips and gasped languidly as she ground away sensually with both her smooth, voluptuous bust and here soft, furry crotch against her adversary’s weary, pretty countenance and flat stomach, respectively.

“Great tits, huh, bitch?” Jenn chided her fading foe, whose sleek naked form still lay prone and motionless as the all-encompassing warmth and softness of Jenn’s great breasts smothered the brunette’s remaining senses and caused her to mercifully pass out.

Jennifer continued to pancake her fabulous bust against Kathleen's face, either unaware or uncaring that the brunette had already passed out. The redhead then continued to grind away upon her defeated rival with both chest and crotch, harder and harder, growing more frenzied with each thrust unless finally she gasped out loud and peered downwards to see that her prey was completely unconscious beneath her magnificent bust.

The redhead sat up slowly as she straddled the brunette's waist, and Jenn ran a hand through her sweaty and matted crimson mane as she gazed upon her handwork with great delight and a smile bigger than the fullest moon. She looked down upon the brunette, Kathleen's ample chest barely but noticeably rising and falling; and then the victor decided she wasn’t finished with the losing party just yet.

Reaching out methodically, Jennifer clutched Kathleen's slender neck in her bare hands and began squeezing softly, her thumbs pressing lightly into her opponent's windpipe as the brunette lay there helpless. She could easily choke the life from her unwitting victim, she mused; but then all the fun would end forever, replaced by her own incarceration.

Jennifer didn't really want to do her enemy in, despite the various threats, curses and promises both of them had made in the past. In this moment, rather, she simply wanted to feel the brunette's slender neck in her strong hands, to know that she held the power of life and death in them, and to just enjoy clenching them about her vanquished quarry's throat in a mock death grip as a personal reward of sorts for winning the fight.

The crimson-tressed siren smiled with tremendous satisfaction as every now and then she pulled the brunette's head and neck up and then pushed them back down again in a bobbing, back and forth motion, with the out-cold Kathleen completely unable to resist.

The afternoon passed slowly as Jennifer continued to choke Kathleen softly in the back seat, the conquering redhead straddling and strangling the hapless, unconscious brunette in the small, silent combative confines of their wrestling world on wheels. A place where Jennifer had once again proven herself to be, at least for now, queen of their woman-to-woman war.

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