NEANDERTHAL GIRL FIGHT

By Artaeus

Iyla and Gerna hated each other. Each hour, each day, each change of moon cycle added to that hatred. So intense was this feeling toward each other that everyone in the clan group tensed up when the paths of the two crossed. This hatred had started years ago and simmered just below the surface for a long time. There was no way to placate them, no way to keep them separate, no force strong or willing enough to hold them down, so clan members knew that they were destined to one day have an all-out fight – a fight that might leave one of them maimed or dead, although the chance of the latter was remote because clan numbers was essential for survival against rival clans and marauding animals. So even if the all-out fight was to the finish, the loser would be spared, if only to be used as a clan slave.

The day finally arrived when venom spilled over and could only be quenched with a showdown fight. The spark that set it off was struck by the strongest and more virile of the clan’s males. He had told Iyla that she could share his bearskin bed that night, but during the day he had changed his mind, thus when Iyla went to him she found Gerna there instead. With an animal snarl Iyla grabbed Gerna by her long black hair and dragged her toward the fire in the middle of the cave enclosure. When they neared the fire Iyla swung Gerna around and flung her toward the flames. Fortunately for Gerna she only brushed by the fire, although embers were scattered around. Gerna got to her feet, her face a mask of fury. She charged into Iyla and the two locked together and fell to the cave’s sandy floor. They rolled this way and that as clan members tried to get out of their way. First Gerna, then Iyla rolled to top position only to be toppled over in turn.-

Finally Iyla succeeded in wrapping her arms around Gerna’s neck in a strangle. Gerna clawed at Iyla’s forearms in attempts to break free, but Iyla was relentless. Gerna thrashed about violently but could not break Iyla’s hold on her neck. Slowly the constriction that closed around Gerna’s neck caused a deep red color to the face – Gerna’s eyes started to bulge slightly and her mouth gasped for air. It looked as if the fight would be quick and lethal in Iyla’s favor. But in her frantic efforts to break free Gerna had lifted her hips high in an arch and then brought her hard ass down directly into Iyla’s pubic triangle. An instant look of stunned pain flooded Iyla’s face as her arms left
Gerna’s neck and she rolled away in a fetal position.

Gerna scrambled to her feet and rolled Iyla to her back and then sat down next to Iyla’s head. Lifting the head she wrapped her thighs round Iyla’s head and pulled the face deep into her crotch before locking her ankles in a deadly scissor hold. She then started to squeeze with her muscular thighs and legs. Gerna’s thighs were so powerful that everyone knew that she could crush Iyla’s head into a state of unconsciousness which would leave Iyla totally at her mercy and certain death if Gerna so wanted it. But before that would happen some clan male would step in and stop the fight. There was some stirring in the onlookers as Gerna’s thighs caused Iyla’s body to thrash madly about.
The firelight flickered over the two totally nude bodies locked in combat on the sand. There was absolute silence from those that looked on. The only sounds came from the fighters – grunts of hard exertion from Gerna as she scissored her thighs around Iyla’s head and groans from Iyla’s thrashing body. The sounds were such that they could have come from two primeval animals in a death fight. Gerna’s near lethal hold was broken by accident. Iyla’s wild struggles started them rolling again so as they approached the fire Gerna’s flesh came in contact with an ember. The sudden sharp pain so startled Gerna that she opened her thighs involuntarily and Iyla escaped.

Now it was Iyla’s turn as she attacked Gerna with the same hold that she had escaped from, except whereas she had been on her back locked between Gerna’s thighs, Gerna was face down with her nose and mouth mashed against Iyla’s crotch before Iyla closed her thighs tight. This hold was even more lethal than Gerna’s because it combined a skull crushing constriction with a brutal suffocation. Gerna’s body went into a spasm of frenetic thrashing – her legs flailed about, her hands clawed at the sides of Iyla’s thighs, and her middle torso slapped up and down on the hard sand floor. Gerna’s struggles were like those of an animal caught in a deadly trap. Though the clan people had human form they were still heavily imbued with animal instincts and actions and one of those was survival. This instinct came into play when Gerna, facing certain defeat and even death, sank her teeth into Iyla’s thigh. Instantly a mixture of surprise and pain flooded Iyla’s face – her thighs snapped open as if torn apart by invisible hands.

Both lay groveling in the sand. Then, slowly, they both got to their feet. Both faces were masks of hate and fury. They both extended arms with hands opened claw fashion. Snarls emanated from both. Sweat and sand covered their naked bodies. Gerna struck first as she charged in and wrapped her arms around Iyla’s waist just below the rib cage and started to squeeze. Iyla was lifted off the ground with her back arched from the pressure Gerna was applying. Iyla tried to use her arms to force to force Gerna to break the hold. When this didn’t work Iyla swung a fist that connected with Gerna’s jaw. Gerna’s arms dropped like stones to her sides and her body remained rigid before suddenly falling over backwards like a felled tree.

Iyla pounced on her prone and vulnerable foe. She came down with both knees directly into Gerna’s midsection. Gerna’s body bounced as if hit by a large boulder – her head flew back and forth in abject agony. Iyla repeated the attack with the same damaging results, but she tried it once too often and the third time she did it Gerna had enough left in her to move out of the way so that Iyla came down hard on her knees in the hard sand and collapsed from the force and pain of the blow. Gerna immediately took advantage of Iyla’s kneeling position to come up behind her and thrust her arms under Iyla’s armpits and then around to lock behind Iyla’s neck. With this hold Gerna dragged Iyla to her feet and using her strong arms bore down on Iyla’s neck bending it brutally down towards her breasts. Iyla tried to resist – her stomach muscles became rigid, her shoulders hunched, her thighs bulged as they formed a base for her resistance, but inch by inch her head got pressed lower and lower . Groans issued from Iyla’s mouth and her eyes clenched tight.
The two bodies stained against each other in an awesome picture of brutal combat.

One if the clan hunter males took a stop forward with what looked as if he intended to stop the fight before Iyla’s neck was snapped. But his intentions never became known because at the moment Iyla thrust her hips forward and then slammed them back into Gerna’s groin causing Gerna to lose the hold. The male member stepped back since the lethal hold no longer existed. He remained poised, however, to move in again if the situation repeated itself. Both fighters were tiring now and more sweat and sand covered their bodies. It was obvious to the onlookers that the fight was near its end, if for no other reason that sheer and utter exhaustion. Both her gasping for air, both had lost the animal rage that they had at the start, and both moved more slowly and wearily.

Gerna then caught one of Iyla’s arm and swung Iyla around scattering the onlookers. Iyla recovered and charged Gerna only to be tripped up and land face down in the sand. Gerna immediately pounced on Iyla’s back at the waist. She grabbed Iyla by the hair and proceeded to smash Iyla’s face into the sand smothering her. Iyla’s legs thrashed wildly scattering sand on the onlookers. Once again a lethal situation existed as Iyla’s body went into convulsive moves that got weaker and weaker. The suddenly Iyla’s body went limp. Again the male member moved to step in but was immediately stopped – Iyla was playing possum and with a gigantic heave threw Gerna off.

So stunned was Gerna that she was wide open to Iyla’s immediate attack. As Gerna got to her feet Iyla rammed her in the stomach with her head and Gerna went down. Iyla then stomped her with a foot and then came down with both knees as she had before right into Gerna’s gut. Gerna passed out. Then as the onlookers watched Iyla straddled the unconscious Gerna and planted her knees on Gerna’s shoulders pinning her firmly to the sand. The Iyla did something the whole clan understood. She moved forward and wrapped her legs around Gerna’s head in what eons later would be called a figure 4 scissor with Gerona’s face firmly against Iyla’s labia. Iyla then proceeded to squeeze and squirm until she climaxed all over Gerna’s face, thus marking her dominant position over her beaten for. While this was going on the onlookers saw Gerna’s body struggle wildly to get air until the body was finally inert.

Never again would there be any question of who would rule and who would be slave. Gerna was revived but was never the same woman again.

The End