Birth of a Catfighter
The Chronicles of Shyla. Part 1.

By SuperCat

Shyla sat on the bench, letting the breeze off the lake blow through her hair. She closed her eyes and listened to the birds sing their sweet songs of joy and love.
She loved coming here to relax and decompress. She had found this little idyll a little over a year ago one morning while idly wandering around Grant’s Park after a job interview not too long after graduating from her web design class. A little 20x20 square behind a row of tall hedges, lined with trees on three sides and the gently lapping lake on the fourth. The bench she currently was sitting on was on the right side, the side closest to the sidewalk over the hedge, under a huge shade oak, older than the park itself most likely. There was also a picnic table across the way, for those who would bring the family this way, but Shyla had never once seen another soul the entire time she had been coming here.
And that was kind of the point. She both wanted and needed to be alone right now.
She wasn’t exactly feeling tip top this morning.
She knew damn good and well she was qualified for the web developer job she just interviewed for.
But she also knew she didn’t have a chance in hell of getting it.
Every time it was the same old story. Only the characters changed.
It was either some man undressing her with his eyes and thinking about chasing her around his desk, or some bitch who looked at her like she was some kind of competition for attention.
Like this morning.
Shyla had put on what she thought was a pretty damn conservative, yet stylish, outfit. She was wearing a light black jacket, a white silk blouse that didn’t show any cleavage, a black skirt that was only cut about two inches above her knee, and black thigh high stockings.
And still, as soon as the cunt, Barbara, had come out to get her from the anteroom for her interview, her face had turned into cold stone as soon as she saw Shyla. The young brunette woman then proceeded to look down her nose at Shyla for about fifteen minutes, ask her a few perfunctory questions, and then dismiss her with a “don’t call us, we’ll call you” type of goodbye.
“For that, I got up at dawn and spent an hour and a half getting ready. Making sure I was prepared, making sure I did my background on the company, I didn’t look slutty…”
It wasn’t fair. Times were tough and fucking brutal. Shyla needed to pay the fucking rent and bills as much as anybody. She was intelligent; she had her chops at what she was applying for and was well qualified to do the work.
It was fucking bullshit was what it was.
And frankly it made her a little pissed.
Because she was attractive? She did a quick self inventory. Long blonde hair the color of honey in the sun that hung free over her shoulders, catlike eyes that changed color depending on where you looked at them with long lashes that set them off wonderfully, cupids bow mouth, firm upturned breasts that weren’t huge but sat on her 5’5” frame perfectly, lean stomach with abs that curved down in a toned "v" into her panties, strong and shapely legs…
You’d think these would be assets.
What the FUCK?
So she sat on the bench in the park and tried to listen to the peaceful sounds of life that went on regardless of whether a human being was needing to pay her bills or not.
But really, what she was coming back to was thinking of going right over the desk at that brunette bitch she had just interviewed with, grabbing the slut by the hair, dragging her around her office while punching her in the face till she was bloody and then slamming her face into the desk a few times, kneeing her in the cunt through the short skirt she was wearing (“shorter than mine! And she looked at me like I was a slut!”)
Then bending her over her desk, ripping the cunt’s panties off and shoving her computer mouse up her pussy, playing a few games of Spider Solitaire with it and telling her to take her job and shove it. Then she would walk out the door with her head high.
*sigh*
“Decompress girl. Being angry at this kind of shit does you nothing. You got to worry about what you can control and what to do to get yourself out of this mess and back into the groove. It’s a beautiful day out, especially for Pennsylvania in July, focus on enjoying the world for what it is, and the little small things that are what really make life worth living, not the brutal, hard bullshit of the world, or the smallness and meanness of assholes who just want to hold you down for no reason.”
But she also couldn’t help but note she had gotten wet thinking about kicking that bitch’s ass and her perky nipples had gotten completely hard.
Not that sitting here in the park by the lake it was going to do her any good.
But a girl has to take her feelings like that when she could get them, and the slight breeze off the lake felt VERY good.
So she closed her eyes, relaxed her entire body, and just let herself BE, with her mind to wander wherever it could.
And for about ten minutes Shyla found herself more relaxed than she had been in months. It felt good. She even forgot about her urge to beat that brunette slut bloody and leave her naked in a chair with her office door open…
Her sensual mouth pulled itself into a contented smile.
Hell, she was almost purring.
“AND THEN WE NEED TO GET THOSE FUCKING REPORTS FROM THAT IDIOT SIMMONS AND GET THEM OUT TO HOUSTON, AND WE NEED TO DO IT FUCKING STET LARRY.”
“Whaa…”
“NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME, FUCK ACCOUNTING LARRY, THIS IS MY DEAL AND I REFUSE TO LET THOSE ASSHOLES RUIN IT BECAUSE RIGHT NOW THE FUCKING NUMBERS DON’T ADD UP.”
“Oh fuck me. Please, please, just let me be. I don’t need this shit today.”
And then right next to her, on the same fucking bench. Right in her ear:
“THAT’S BULLSHIT AND YOU KNOW IT. I’LL RUN CHRISTY MULLEN RIGHT THROUGH THE WINDOW IF THAT GODDAMN CUNT STEPS ON MY TOES! I’M TELLING YOU WHAT TO DO WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT LARRY AND YOU’RE GOING TO FUCKING DO IT OR I’LL BE WEARING YOUR BALLS AS A FUCKING NECKLACE!”
Shyla opened her eyes, dragged back into reality like a woman waking from a dream by an especially annoying alarm.
The woman sitting next to her was yelling into her fucking cell phone.
Shyla looked her up and down. The rude bitch looked middle eastern, Lebanese perhaps. She was stunning, even Shyla had to admit it. Her skin was the color of caramel and her hair was black as midnight, falling in a stylish shag cut over her shoulders. She had deep brown eyes, set wide on her face and a stately nose that had just a little bit of a crook. She was wearing a blue silk top that was opened two buttons down, exposing the tops of what Shyla could tell were a set of absolutely perfect tits. They had to be 36D and they stuck straight out like a pair of grapefruits.
Shyla immediately felt a surge that was somewhere between jealousy and anger, she loved her firm smallish boobs, but when big titted sluts paraded around like that it just got to her.
The woman’s thin figure was tucked into a little black skirt that stopped well north of her knee. Her shapely legs were encased in black stockings Shyla could tell were of the finest quality. The way she was sitting on the bench Shyla could tell she was about her own height, maybe an inch taller.
The blonde noted a badge/name tag affixed to her shirt: ”Rashida Faysal”
Yeah, probably Lebanese, something like that.
But no matter how stunning the brunette beauty was, the woman was the rudest bitch Shyla had ever seen. She was STILL just sitting right there next to her screaming in the blondes ear on her fucking cell phone.
Shyla brushed her long hair out of her eyes; a breeze had come in and blown it in her face a little. She shot the brunette a withering glare, but the bitch was so obsessed with berating whatever poor chump she was on the phone with she didn’t even notice.
“YES, AND FUCKING CORPORATE CAN SHOVE IT UP THEIR ASS! I’M THE ONE RUNNING THIS SHOW AND IF THEY KNOW WHATS GOOD FOR THEM THEY’RE GOING TO BACK THE FUCK DOWN. THEY THINK THEY CAN TELL ME WHAT TO DO? I’M THE ONLY BITCH IN THE ENTIRE BUILDING WHO’S MAKING THEM ANY MONEY AND THEY KNOW IT!”
“I really should just get up and walk away. Go find someplace else to relax, maybe even just go the hell home and work on that site I’ve been wanting to launch. It’s already been a crappy morning, and this fucking loudmouth cunt is on the verge of seriously ruining my entire day. It isn’t fair though. I was here first, and just mindin my own business. Why should it be me that backs down? It’s not like she’s better than me” Shlyla appraised the woman “in any way.”
And somewhere inside the blonde beauty, a small flame lit. A pilot light on the soul, if you will.
Shyla had tried very hard through her life to suppress her anger issues. She knew she had them, all her life whenever she saw some injustice, whether to herself, or to her family, or friends, she felt the heat rising in her blood.
But she had never acted on it.
In fact, all her life she had had a fascination for hands on combat. When she was younger, Shyla had discovered while inadvertently watching staged catfights in movies and tv shows that seeing beautiful females going at one another stirred…feelings inside of her. She felt compelled and drawn to it.
The straining of muscle against muscle.
The ripping of clothes and hair in a passionate frenzy
The dominance and humiliation of the victor abusing her vanquished enemy.
Sometimes, she feared there was something wrong with her because of this.
“Good girls don’t fight!” she had heard.
Not that Shyla was a good girl. But she certainly didn’t consider herself a trashy alley cat either. And she had kept her interest in womanly combat a secret, something nobody could understand but herself.
She had never been in a fight, but she had thought about it many times.
Experiencing those feelings of dominating another beautiful woman, of beating her in every way…
“THE WEST COAST CAN KISS MY ASS, I’M FLYING OUT TO SANTA ROSA NEXT WEEK AND I’LL HANDLE THOSE CLOWNS!”
*sigh*
So Shlya mulled over her options…and the flame inside her began to burn.

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It was when the Lebanese woman nearly hit her upside the head with her Droid as she waved her arm around while continuing to scream in her ear about how she was going to take so and so apart and leave them for dead in the boardroom that she finally had had enough.
“Excuse me.”
“NO, I’M SERIOUS, GET ME THOSE NUMBERS AND DO IT NOW!”
“Excuse me!”
“I WANT THEM IN MY INBOX BY 2PM, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I AM SPEAKING ENGLISH RIGHT?”
“HEY!”
The brunette glared at her and continued her rant; in fact, Shyla swore she got even louder.
“EXCUSE ME! I’M TRYING TO RELAX HERE!”
The brunette gave her the one finger salute and shot her a look filled with daggers.
“SO YOU GET IT DONE AND I DON’T EVEN WANT TO HEAR YOU BITCH ABOUT…”
And Shlya slapped the Droid out of the brunette’s hand. It bounced about six feet across the grass.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING YOU BITCH, THAT FUCKING PHONE COSTS MORE THAN YOU MAKE IN A MONTH!”
“That doesn’t give you any right to act like a rude-ass bitch.” Shyla said evenly.
The brunette’s eyes began to bug out of her head in rage.
‘YOU FUCKING LITTLE CUNT, GO GET MY FUCKING PHONE!”
“Look asshole, I’m not one of your fucking employees. You can’t just treat me like that and expect ME to do something for you. I’m just trying to fucking relax here in MY spot, and YOU are ruining it for me!”
“GO PICK IT UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT BITCH! FUCKING DO IT NOW OR I’LL OWN YOU!”
And Rashida stuck her finger in the blondes face menacingly.
Shyla sighed.
She had always wondered what it would be like to beat the shit out of another woman, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out here and now.
But this bitch was fucking pushing on her last nerve. Shyla didn’t have much in the world to call her own, but she certainly had her self respect.
She brushed her blonde hair back from her face.
“Ok, I’ll go get it.”
“You damn right you will you piece of shit.” Rashida said smugly. “Now fetch!”
Shyla looked at her submissively and nodded, then she got up and walked over to the phone lying in the grass. She picked up the phone and looked at it, then over to the brunette sitting on the bench sitting there with her arms crossed and smiling at her.
Then Shyla smiled back, turned, and threw the cell phone towards the lake. It landed somewhere in the mud by the gently lapping water.
“Well Shy, it’s all in I guess...”
“Go get it yourself, and leave me the fuck alone in my peace.”
Rashida looked at Shyla incredulously, her mouth worked, but for once, words did not form.
Them she was up like a shot and she stalked over to Shyla.
Before the blonde could even think, her head was turned to the side by the big open palmed slap.
*CRRRR-ACK*
She held her hand to her face and looked back at Rashida. She began to breathe heavily.
“GO. GET. MY. PHONE. SLUT.”
“Fuck you.”
And the small flame in Shyla grew brighter.
Her arm flashed through the air.
It was Rashida’s turn to have her head turn to the side, and she even staggered back a step. Shyla saw the bright red of her handprint on the bitch’s caramel colored face.
The little blonde saw the Lebanese bitch tense and she knew what was coming.
Her catlike eyes narrowed.
They clashed together in a whirl of clawing arms.

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Rashida Faysal wasn’t used to being denied. And when she was, bad things tended to happen to those who displeased her.
She didn’t give a shit who she stepped on, never had never would. Her twenty five years on this world had been one triumph to another, and she firmly believed she was predestined for greatness one way or another.
Rashida had always been the golden child. Born to an upper class family in Lebanon that had survived and thrived in the years of strife of that violence-torn country, she had always exceeded even her own lofty expectations; an only child, her parents had doted on her and catered to her every whim.
When Rashida was 15, her father had taken a job in Pennsylvania and her family had emigrated. Being taken from her native land had caused Rashida to not only become entitled, but very angry. She hated America and hated living in a place she considered a cultural backwater like Pennsylvania. As such, she adopted a mentality that any hateful and hurtful thing she had to do to achieve whatever ends she desired was not only acceptable, but desirable.
She threw other girls under the bus and ruled her High School with an iron fist after dispatching the previous queen, a blonde cheerleader. Rashida had picked a fight with the bitch at a huge party and proceeded to beat the girl into a bloody pulp in front of the entire school and made the cowering blonde kiss her ass in front of everybody before taking her man, kicking her in the cunt, and leaving her naked and spread eagled on the back lawn for anybody who would want to take her.
After that, she had just gotten meaner and angrier. All through college, it was the same; she used her incredible beauty to take what she wanted from men, and her physical aggressiveness to dominate women into letting her have her way. She had graduated business school at the top of her class, and had begun to leave a trail of destruction up the corporate ladder. She had no friends, nor did she want any, feelings just got in the way. Her anger at the world burned like a white hot flame.
And this stupid little blonde bitch had just ignited that flame into an inferno.
She had not only stood up to Rashida, she had thrown her fucking expensive cell phone in the fucking LAKE?
Rashida was going to enjoy taking time out of her busy day to teach the slut a lesson she’d never forget.
She tore into the blonde with great pleasure.

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Shlya didn’t quite know what was going on; all she had to go with was pure survival instinct. Her hair was on fire from the brunette pulling on it, and everything was happening so fast, punches and slaps raining on her from Rashida’s other hand.
She felt spittle landing on her face as the brunette cursed at her from close quarters, calling her a “bitch” and a “cunt”.
Shyla kept herself up the best she could, this was her first taste of actual combat, and she knew if she could survive the first bit of this chaos…
So she returned the favor, she braced her feet on the ground and got her left hand into Rashida’s dark hair, twisting it in her hand. With her right hand, the blonde battler swung low, knowing her enemy had her face covered up; she could do the most damage by going to the body.
They flailed and tore at one another, the beautiful blonde and brunette staggering about in the fresh grass.
It was Shyla’s heel that changed things.
She had gone to brace herself to try to throw Rashida to the ground as they tried to spin each other off balance. Her right hands had found several openings into the brunette’s side and she had been rewarded with several satisfying grunts of pain from the bitch. That Rashida had managed to punch her in the side of the head a few times was inconsequential to her, the adrenaline rush of the battle was more than enough to keep the glancing blows from doing too much damage.
But as she planted her feet, Shyla’s left heel gave out and broke off her shoe. With a cry of surprise, she found herself falling backwards as the brunette bore her to the ground.
She landed on her side, the air driven out of her momentarily, which was taken to the next level as Rashida managed to get her knee into the blonde’s belly. Shyla tried to gulp in air, but it was not forthcoming and the brunette took advantage of her predicament.
Shyla felt her jacket pulled down, trapping her arms to her sides. Unable to defend herself, she emitted a small *squeak* as Rashida got her weight on top of the struggling blonde.
“YOU WANTED A FIGHT YOU BLONDE BIMBO TWAT? YOU FUCKED WITH THE WRONG BITCH! I’M GONNA FUCK YOU UP GOOD NOW!”
Shyla stared up at her enemy, her eyes wide, mouth trying to gulp in air. She saw the Lebanese woman smile evilly, then a fist the size of the sun came out of the air and crashed into the side of her head…once…twice…
Then the sun turned to stars and she heard her shirt ripping...
“OH FUCK ME! MY GOOD INTERVIEW CLOTHES…”

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Rashida began to laugh at the little blonde idiot.
The cunt had tried HER?
Well, she’d show her a thing or two.
She mounted the woman, whose struggles had lessened as the brunette had punched her in the head. Straddling Shyla, she grabbed the blonde’s blouse and pulled it open, seeing the buttons go popping off and flying into the grass.
Her phone was forgotten, Larry was forgotten, she was a missile of pain, and Shyla was ground zero.
She spit on the woman and said “NOW YOU FEEL PAIN LIKE YOU NEVER HAVE BEFORE BLONDIE!”
A left hand directly into the blondes face knocked her back flat, and her right hand began to work at Shyla’s bra. Her knees were on the woman’s jacket, which had spread underneath her on the ground. This incapacitated Shyla’s arms and allowed the brunette to work on her without any fear of repercussions.
With a mighty yank, she completely tore the Blonde’s bra off. As Shyla’s torso was lifted off the ground, Rashida grabbed her face in a claw hold and slammed her back to the ground as hard as she could. She felt the blonde flop underneath her and go limp. Her feet, which had been kicking at the ground, splayed and stopped.
“OH NO, SLUT, I DON’T WANT YOU OUT THIS FAST!”
Still holding the blonde’s face in the claw hold, Rashida turned her attention to the woman’s exposed breasts.
“PATHETIC LITTLE SLUT TITS. I THINK I’M GONNA TEAR THEM OFF!”
Shyla’s breasts were small, but firm and pointed straight out. Her nipples were big and well formed though, and the brunette made them her first target of pain. She pulled and twisted at the blonde’s left and then right nipple.
Rashida laughed as the blonde cried out in agony under her claw hold.
Her hand moved expertly, knowing how to inflict agony on her opponent. She damn near twisted Shyla’s nipples over 360 degrees, then pulled them straight off her chest. As the trapped woman began to weep she slashed her nailed across her areolas. Shyla’s pain was music to her ears, and she released the claw hold on her face, not without slashing THOSE nails across her forehead first, and she grabbed the blondes upturned breasts in both hands and began to squeeze them like they were ripened cantaloupes.
She leaned down and got close to Shyla’s pain filled face, seeing the tears of agony and humiliation in the woman’s kaleidoscopic eyes. She got right up close and hissed as her:
“WHAT, DOES THE LITTLE BLONDE BABY LIKE TO CRY? LIKES TO PICK A FIGHT WITH A REAL WOMAN BUT CAN’T DO SHIT? TOUGH LUCK BITCH! FUCK YOU CRYBABY!”
She was so into verbally humiliating Shyla and mauling her poor tits, she didn’t sense the sudden change in the blonde’s amazing eyes.
Next thing she knew she saw the blonde’s forehead coming for her nose.
Then she was lying on the ground holding her busted face.

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Shyla knew she only had one chance.
She certainly wasn’t planning on this, and she moved as much out of fear and panic as anything, but if she didn’t try something, this cunt really was going to tear her poor tits off.
So through her agony and welling tears, she gritted her teeth and threw her head forward as hard as she could.
*CRUNCH*
She felt the brunette’s bent nose bend a lot more as her forehead mashed into the cartilage.
The she was free as Rashida tumbled off her.
Shyla tried to move as quickly as she could as the brunette rolled on the grass next to her, gabbing her face.
She shrugged her jacket off and tossed it to the side. It was just getting in the way. She looked down and gasped as she saw the damage to her small perky boobs. They were red and scratched all to hell; there was a trickle of blood running from her left nipple.
“MY TITS OH GOD MY TITS! OH YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT! “
Suddenly, she was angrier than she had ever been in her life. She found she welcomed it.
She growled like a tigress and turned to the brunette, who was lying on her back. Blood was running through her fingers from her mashed nose.
Shyla screamed in incoherent rage and ripped away the woman’s silk blouse. It came off with a soft purring noise. Shyla wrapped it twice around the woman’s neck and cinched it with one hand, with the other; she went for her opponent’s big breasts.
“FUCKINGPIECE OF SHIT, I HATE YOU!”
For years, Shyla had fantasized about what it would feel like to maul another woman’s tits for real. She loved to touch her own boobs, the pleasure she felt caressing herself there, and she thought it would be amazing that she could cause some other bitch the same amount of pain that she was giving herself pleasure. Especially if they were big, well formed tits that looked like honeydew melons like these. She found them so…inviting…
Now, she knew what it felt like to torment those boobs.
It felt MAGNIFICENT.
She held Rashida to the ground by placing the blouse wrapped around her neck under her knee, freeing both hands to torture the brunette bitch.
She latched onto the caramel colored breasts with both hands and began to twist and squeeze them with vicious abandon. The huge firm tits made great targets for Shyla’s anger and she sank her nails DEEP into the titflesh as she twisted and pulled at the woman, who was now trying to screech in agony but was constricted by the blouse wrapped around her neck.
Shyla then grabbed onto Rashida’s right tit and pulled it up as far as she could be the nipple, then she slapped it REPEATEDLY with her left hand, even going so far as to take her long nails and slash them across the brunette’s extended nipple. Shyla LOVED the scream of pain this elicited from the tormented woman, so much that she felt the first tingles of moisture in her panties. She loved it so much she repeated it on the other tit,
Rashida was gagging and trying to breathe underneath her, and Shyla took a moment while scratching and pulling her opponents nipples and breast flesh to verbally add to her torment.
“SO YOU LIKE TO HURT TIT’S DO YOU? YOU’RE A CUNT, YOU KNOW THAT? A RUDE MEAN CUNT, AND I’M GOING TO TEACH YOU A LESSON IN CIVILITY! WHY DID YOU FUCK WITH ME? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?”
Unfortunately, her last syllable turned into a long howl of agony.
Rashida’s hand had found its way under Shyla’s skirt.
Then it found its way up her silky thighs.
Then it found her pussy…and had grabbed on for all it was worth.
Shyla tried to increase the torment on Rashida’s tits to make her stop, but as the bitch’s claws found her womanhood, she had to release them and scramble away on her hands and knees. Unfortunately, the brunette kept her grip for a moment longer, only letting go as Shyla kicked her in the gut. And even then, the vicious woman managed to grab Shyla’s black skirt and tear it from her body as she got away from her.
Shyla made it free and came to her knees in a defensive posture, nails out and tensed, expecting Rashida to be crashing into her any second. She was down to just her little black lace panties and her thigh high back stockings. Since the brunette was for the moment licking her own wounds, she took a second to kick off her shoes, the broken heel would have been a terrible detriment for her if she had kept it on.
On the whole she felt pretty good though. She wasn’t afraid or intimidated of the bigger woman, she knew she could dish out punishment every bit as painful as the vile bitch, and she was dearly looking forward to paying her back for grabbing her pussy. Truthfully, despite the brutal tit and pussy punishment, she felt more than a little turned on too.
“I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment, and you know, it’s painful, but I feel so alive…and horny!”
She tossed her long blonde hair back and glared at the bitch.
“Come on you ugly twat, let’s dance again!”
She saw the Lebanese woman was bleeding from her nose and one of her breasts. She was glad to make the bitch’s tits bleed, matching her own poor boobs.
They went for another once again.

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Rashida was pissed.
The innocent looking blonde bimbo was supposed to fold up and quit to her. Instead, she had busted her face and made her perfect tits bleed.
Well, Rashida would show her what inflicting pain was all about. She had stripped the little slut down to her bare essentials, and though the blonde was built like a brick shithouse, the brunette knew her body was more suited for fighting.
Something she was going to show the blonde…right now.
She dove at the woman head first. Her enemy had thought to do the same, but she wasn’t fast enough and Rashida knocked her to her back and sank her hands into her hair, trapping the blonde’s arms inside her own so her own offensive was diminished.
So across the lush grass they rolled, grunting and squealing in feminine anger. Rashida was biting the smaller blonde on her shoulders, neck and tits and throwing her knees everywhere. Shyla was trying very hard to mount an offensive, but the larger woman was beginning to get the best of her.
Finally, they came to a stop as they rolled towards the lake. Rashida mounting her enemy and finally scoring a hard shot into her panty covered crotch. She smiled as she heard Shyla gasp in agony and go limp momentarily. Rashida then prepared to go to work on the unfortunate woman. She pulled astride the blonde beauty and grabbed her hands, using her leverage to push them over top of the woman’s head and press them onto the grass. With her other hand, she began HAMMERING punches into every part of the woman’s exposed skin; concentrating on the blonde’s muscular stomach and upper pubic region.
*SMACK*
*THWOP*
*PLUUMK*
“YOU’RE FUCKED NOW CUNT, I’M GONNA BEAT YOU TO FUCKINGT DEATH LOSER!”
And she nailed Shyla in the pussy again with the knee.
Tears had begun to run freely down the blonde’s cheeks, she was whimpering in anguish and humiliation.
She still managed to gasp out “Never quit! Do your worst bitch!”
“OH I WILL, OH…I WILL!”
Then she punched Shyla in the face and began to work her way down her body.
“I’M!” *THUMK*
“BETTER!” *BLUNK*
“THAN!” *PLOOMP*
“YOU!” *SCHLAP*
“SLUT!” And she hit the blonde right in her panty covered pubic mound.
Shyla could only go “OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH…OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH, PLEASE…”
“PLEASE WHAT YOU LITTLE WHORE?”
“Please…fuck off…bitch” Shyla spat out thought her pain.
Rashida rolled her eyes. If this little idiot wanted to get beaten to death in a bloody mess, fuck her. She was going to make the bitch pay, and she was going to enjoy every last second of it.
It was time for some torture.
She grabbed the woman’s long blonde hair and got right in her face.
“Get ready to beg for mercy. Stupid fucking blonde American bimbo’s. So ugly compared to girls of Lebanon. I live to hurt sluts like you”!
She lashed out with her strong legs and wrapped them around Shyla’s neck and lower head. She cinched it up REAL high on her thighs, above where her high stockings ended, riding her skirt up past her thighs. She wanted to lock the blonde in as close to her moist pussy as possible, getting the most torque on her scissors and putting the bitch in the most dominated and humiliating position she could think of.
Rashida leaned back and squeezed for all she was worth. She could see the blondes catlike blue/green eyes filled with pain and fear as she looked up over the rippling thigh muscles. The woman’s hands grabbed ineffectively at her legs and she could see blood running onto her black stockings from her nose and mouth. Shyla could only blubber in her grip, she couldn’t even form words.

“NOW I’M GONNA TEACH YOU TO RESPECT YOU BETTERS YOU BLONDE TRASH. AND THEN YOU’RE GOING TO BUY ME A NEW FUCKING PHONE, THAT IS IF A BROKE ASS LOSER LIKE YOU CAN AFFORD ONE ANYWAY.”
Rashida used both her hands to claw and slash at the blondes thighs, trying to pry them apart. But she wasn’t having the luck she thought she’d have. The gutty blonde had strong legs, and she was mostly able to keep the brunette’s hands from getting too far in between.
But Rashida had other, brutal ways to achieving her goals.
She fired left hands into the “V” below Shyla’s bellybutton until the woman started kicking her legs in panic at the pain. Then, after her enemy was loosened up, she made her hand into a claw, moved Shyla’s sexy-ass back lace panties away from her muff and went to town.

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Shyla was beside herself in agony, she wasn’t even worried about being humiliated; the brunette’s verbal abuse just went right past her at this point, but the blonde was just trying to preserve herself and her sanity as her enemy squeezed her head like a grape and mauled her tender womanhood.
Her entire body had been battered and abused, her nose and mouth were bleeding, her tits had damn near been ripped off, her stomach had been pounded so bad she was glad she didn’t have breakfast, and her poor beautiful pussy was on fire. She had been stripped down to her little panties and thigh highs, and hadn’t even been able to do more than get her enemy’s top off.
“Maybe I’m not cut out for this…fuck me!”
But in her heart Shyla knew she was better than that.
And maybe it was the lack of oxygen from the brunettes thighs mixed with the heady aroma of the pussy pressed in her face, or maybe it was something else, that flame that, although flickering, was still burning in the battling blonde beauty, but she found herself reaching WAY down inside to her very essence, almost like hallucinating...
She saw herself standing triumphant.
Not just over the Lebanese bitch, but over a whole pile of bitches.
Blonde, brunette, every color, every nation, she saw herself on top of the world.
She wrapped herself in this vision.
It felt like velvet on her smooth skin.
“Shy, you silly girl. You can do this, you may not believe it right now, but this is what you were made for. All you gotta do it hang on…”
She knew it was a friend saying that, but she was confused, she didn’t have a whole ton of close friends and it didn’t sound familiar.
Shyla embraced the inner voice, even as she could hear her conscious body whimpering and starting to sob.
“I…CAN…do this?”
“YES, YES I CAN. I’m beautiful and strong. I’m tired of being shit on by this world and people like this fucking vile cunt.”
And the flame brightened.
She stopped crying. Rashida had taken a moment to rip her lacey black panties off and now she could feel the bitch trying to pull her pussy hair all the way out. Shyla was a natural blonde, but her bush grew in darker, and she loved to keep it a little long, she thought it was sexier that way.
“NOT GONNA HAPPEN YOU ROTTEN PIECE OF SHIT!”
“Wait...did I say that out loud?”
She noted the brunette hesitated at the time, and in her hesitation, the blonde saw the way.
She thrust both her knees forward, and they caught Rashida solidly right on the jaw. She felt the Labanese woman’s teeth *click* and saw blood spew from her mouth onto the grass. At the same time, she turned her head as far as she could and bit down on the caramel colored inside thigh of the brunette.
She had never been happier in her life to feel the grip on her muff loosen and Rashida’s legs spring open, her first orgasm, graduating from school with her degree, nothing quite measured up.
She kept her mouth locked on the brunette’s thigh a bit longer, than nipped on the bitches twat as she pulled away.
Rashida’s silky black panties came away in her mouth. She grabbed the brunette’s tight skirt and ripped that off of her as well to even the score. Now, they were both dressed in nothing but their sexy black stockings. Shyla then knelt over the supine woman. Rashida’s chin now covered in blood from her busted mouth.
Shyla knew she had to act before this bitch got her shit back together.
She made a fist with both her hands and DROVE the hammer into her belly.
*SPLUT*
Rashida wretched and shot upright.
Shyla swung her fists backwards into the woman’s huge firm tits, mashing them into her chest.
Rashida went “AAAAHHHHH..A.A….A…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH”
“SHUT UP CUNT, I’M SICK OF YOUR FUCKING VOICE.”
Shyla threw her left arm around Rashida’s neck in a reverse headlock and got behind the struggling woman.
She dug her stocking covered knee into the brunette’s spine and dug it in as hard as she could. With her right hand, she began to return the favor to the fucking asshole with relish.
Her nails flashed back and forth, across her tits, down her carved stomach, and finally, to her hairy muff. Rashida did indeed have one furry bush, and Shyla’s eyes lit up as she saw an opportunity to return the pain the Lebanese woman had inflicted on her earlier.
“Hey whore, you like to go for the pussy, don’tcha? MY TURN!”
And she sent her nails against the trapped brunette’s clit.
Rashida squirmed in her grip in pain and panic, and Shyla smiled inside knowing she was dishing out as good as she got to this vile bitch.
“I’m pretty good at this. It’s more painful and fast paced than I’d ever imagine, all those years watching videos and reading about catfights never prepared me for THIS! But to hear this slut scream in agony because of little ole ME…I feel so empowered…and hot…my god I’m hot!”
It was true; Shyla could feel the moistness between her strong silky thighs. She felt it was all she could do to not moan in pleasure as she increased the torment to Rashida.
It was probably a good thing, since she looked up and saw they had been discovered.
Shyla had no idea how long the security guard had been standing there. She could only imagine he had been making his rounds through the park and had heard them screaming at each other.
She looked at him quizzically, her hand now tearing away Rashida’s bushy brown thatch of hair.
The Guard put his hands up, palms out.
“Hey, don’t let me stop you. If you let me watch, you can tear each other to shreds for all I care.”
Shyla smiled through her bloody mouth.
“And you can have her when I’m done for all I care! Don’t stop this!”
The guard nodded.
Shyla went back to work on the battered woman.
The brunette’s struggles had weakened in the choke and pussy torment. She began to gasp. Shyla decided to wind her some more and punched her in the belly a few times, loving it all the more to hear her enemy gasp and gag.
“ACK…STOP! PLEASE STOP!”
“DO YOU QUIT CUNT? WILL YOU LEAVE ME ALONE NOW?”
“OOOOOOOHHHH…PLEASE…NO MORE!”
Shyla could feel the wetness running down her legs in her triumph.
She let the bitch go to shove her to the ground.
…And was stunned to feel the brunette rock on her knee and come back around with a vicious left hook that caught her in the temple.
The next thing the blonde knew, she was flat on her back and looking at the amazingly blue sky.
She barely knew what hit her, but she knew she was fucked, and maybe in more ways than one, if she didn’t get her head back together.
She heard Rashida start to get to her feet.
“You little piece of shit!” The brunette hissed like an angry cobra. “Look at what you’ve done to me! You’re gonna pay for this blondie! You’re gonna pay in every way!” The she motioned to the security guard: “Hey you, you like blonde pussy? You’re gonna get some soon!”
“NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Shyla made it to her hands and knees and tried to lift herself upright…and was met by a black stocking clad foot that came out of nowhere and smashed her directly in the face.
Shyla dropped to the grass like she had been shot. She lay there, barely able to sob, her hands trying to reach her face, her stocking clad feet pushing at the ground.

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“Time to finish this fucking cunt off for good.”
Rashida had had enough. The ferocious little blonde had made her cry, made her bleed, and had ruined a good thousand bucks worth of clothes.
And on top of that now she was naked except for her stockings and was going to have to go home before she could go back to the office.
She was pissed.
“Gonna teach you…nobody!”
And she kicked Shyla in the stomach.
“NOBODY”
Again. The blonde tried to struggle away, to no avail.
“FUCKS!”
To the ribs. Rashida smiled as she heard her enemy gasp.
“WITH!”
A kick to the slut’s firm little tits.
“ME!”
And she circled back around and kicked the woman right in the pussy.
Shyla sobbed and went face first into the grass.
Rashida stood over her vanquished foe. The security guy had taken his cock out and was stroking in avidly.
“Not long now, just be patient.” She said to him
Rashida dropped both her knees onto the blonde’s spine, pinning her to the ground. She maneuvered herself so that she was able to get one of her legs to spread Shyla’s legs.
She pulled back on Shyla’s long blonde hair as hard as she could. Shyla’s glassy, tear filled eyes faced nearly skyward.
Rashida got right up in the cunts ear. She wanted this bitch to hear every single word.
“Weak blonde American slut, now, I, Rashida, will show you that Lebanese women are not only the most beautiful in the world, but the best fighters too!”
And she reached in with her other hand and began to try to yank Shyla’s beaver bald; also working whatever nails she had free onto any surface of Shyla’s pussy she could.
The bitch could barely squirm, and Rashida got her other leg up under Shyla’s shoulder and got it off the ground, allowing her access to go after the woman’s breasts as savagely as she could.
“So small and pathetic, not like mine! No wonder I beat you so easily slut!”
She laughed as the little idiot tried to free herself, her struggles getting more panicked, then slower.
She released her breast hold to grab a handful of honey blonde hair and rub Shyla’s face into the ground, then she slapped the woman about her head.
“GIVE UP BLONDE WHORE?”
“no…don’t hurt me anymore, but I won’t give up..” her foe nearly sobbed.
“OH FUCK THAT, I WANT TO HEAR YOU TELL THE WORLD YOU’RE A LOSER AND I’M BETTER!”
“no! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”
Shyla screamed as the brunettes nails found her clit, then her body tensed and went still.
Rashida rubbed her face in the grass a bit longer, then she flipped Shyla onto her back.
Rashida knew the bitch was done, it was just a formality of humiliation now.
She looked down into Shyla’s pain hazy blue/green eyes.
“TELL ME YOU’RE A LOSER!”
Shyla tried to spit on her, but it didn’t quite hit her. Her beautiful body had been torn to shreds and she was soaked with sweat, making her stockings stick to her strong legs.
“For that, no mercy! Get used to my pussy slut; its’ gonna be the last thing you see in this fight!” The brunette sneered at her foe.
She sat down hard on Shyla’s chest, and as the blonde’s head snapped forward reflexively, she slammed her pussy as far into her face as she could. Her iron-strong thighs rode the sides of the beaten blondes head. Shylas face disappeared between them and Rashida looked down into her enemies wide eyes. She pulled up on the blonde’s hair, forcing her face as far up in her grip as she could.
“EAT MY PUSSY OR CHOKE ON IT YOU BLONDE LOSER CUNT!”
She could feel the wetness gushing down her thighs, she didn’t even care that the slut was getting blood all over her from her face.
She began to gyrate on the losing woman, riding her into oblivion.

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“This can’t end this way! No! Please no, this sucks, this fucking pussy!”
Shyla knew she was fucked, trapped and humiliated.
“You always wanted a catfight Shy. Maybe you needed to start with somebody else first.”
“NO! I’m not a loser! I’m not a quitter! ‘m better than this cunt and I can be a fighter, I know it!”
Her nails scraped across Rashida’s thighs, she was able to get a grip on a little thatch of pubic hair, but Rashida didn’t seem to even notice.
Shyla was inundated with pussy juice to her face, the brunette’s wetness flowing over her.
She refused to eat it she’d rather choke to death.
She knew in her heart she only had once chance to win this fight, and it was the last thing she wanted to do, but she also knew if she wanted to be a catfighter, sometimes she would have to bite the bullet, per se.
Shyla opened her mouth.
She was immediately gagged by the woman’s pussy, and the scent filled her nose.
“GOD , I fucking hope this works! If I go through this for nothing…”
She bit down on whatever she could get to.
And was rewarded as Rashida got up from her belly as fast as she could.
Shyla held on to the bite for as long as she possibly could. She would have bitten one of the brunettes pussy lips off if she could have. But soon, the retreating woman started hitting her on the head while shrieking at her to stop and leave her alone, and Shyla decided being free was good enough for now.
She also decided she had had enough.
Enough of this bullshit in life.
Enough of being beaten down.
Enough of being beaten on.
She could feel that flame inside of herself grow. White hot and intense.
Win or lose, she was going to FIGHT.
She rose to her feet and glared at the brunette, who was checking herself to make sure she wasn’t bleeding from her mangled pussy.
The bitch returned her malicious look.
They flew at one another.
But Shyla was thinking ahead.
She didn’t want to hit the cunt head on, so she smartly sidestepped and raised her right knee.
She was rewarded by an almost sensual *SMACK* as it hit home to Rashida’s gut.
The brunette doubled over with a soft cry.
Shyla grabbed Rashida and threw her violently towards the picnic table. The brunette beauty hit it and her knees tripped over the bench, sending her face and tits first onto the wooden top.
Shyla came at her with nails out and violence in her soul.
She leapt on the woman’s back and grabbed deep into her black hair. She began smashing Rashida’s face to the table. Screaming in inarticulate rage the whole time.
The brunette bucked wildly underneath her, trying to use her hands and feet to leverage herself free, finally, she was able to twist herself to the point where she could mount some sort of defense. The brunette got her hands up as best she could, but Shyla was punching at her and slashing at her prefect tits, causing her even more pain.
Her salvation came when she managed to get a wild jab directly into the blonde’s throat. Shyla’s eyes got big and she instinctively reached to defend herself. Rashida was able to roll her off the top of her and the two warriors rolled off the end of the table onto the grass.
They started clawing at each other like primal cats, the most base fighting moves of survival any creature knows. They rolled away down the slope towards the lake; clawing at breasts, hair and faces, throwing random slaps and punches, kneeing each other in the legs, pussy and belly.
They came to a stop not far from the shore, in the mud that led down to the water. Shyla was on top as she braced her leg and stopped their momentum. Before the brunette could think twice, the blonde warrior kneed her with a solid shot that connected to the bottom of her pussy, and at the same time threw a head butt that hit the Lebanese woman in the chin.
Shyla saw the slut’s eyes roll back in her head and the brunette made a pained squawk. She wrapped her hand around the woman’s throat and pinned her to the muddy ground.
Her eyes lit up.
“Handful? More than a mouthful is too much you cunt, let’s get these things down to size!” and she began biting Rashida on her already destroyed boobs.
The brunette tried to scream but all sound was choked from her.
Shyla stopped her tit torture and mounted the woman, her hand still around her throat. She released it but a little.
“GIVE THE FUCK UP YOU VILE ASSHOLE!”
Rashida shook her head in negation. She eventually forced out a “fuck you”!
“JUST SAY YOU’RE SORRY AND I’M THE BETTER WOMAN, AND IT ALL ENDS!”
“Never, fucking blonde cunt!”
Shyla screamed in inarticulate rage and grabbed Rashida with her tits in one hand, the remains of her pubes in the other, and hauled her to her feet.
The blonde hauled the woman to her knees,and then to her feet, the brunette had begun to cry in her agony and defeat. She pawed uselessly at Shyla’s hands as they once again ravaged her most intimate areas.
“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST QUIT! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LET ME BE IN PEACE YOU FUCKING CUNT!”
The brunette could barely respond. “because you are fucking nobody and nothing you little fuck!”
Shyla looked at her with red faced rage.
She released her hold on the bitch, who stood there, wavering, trying to cover up her tits and pussy from further damage. She looked at Shyla with resignation and hate; the blonde could hear her breath hissing in anger.
Shyla looked as the brunette and said evenly.
“Fuck you. I AM somebody…I’m a catfighter…CUNT!”
And in quick succession, she kneed the Lebanese woman in the pussy, punched her in the jaw as she fell to her knees, and kicked her ass into the lake as she spin to the ground.
The blonde stood there, fists clenching and unclenching for a moment. Then she relaxed, just a little.
She still needed to hear this twat quit.
She went down and pulled the skank out of the water by her hair. Dragging her up onto the grass. She flung the bitch to the ground and mounted her. Rashida looked back at her with her dark brown eyes full of defeat.
“SAY IT, SAY I BEAT YOU!”
“no…”
Shyla reached back and grabbed her pussy.
“SAY IT, I’M A BETTER FIGHTER AND YOU’RE A LOSER! SAY IT OR YOU WON’T BE HAVING KIDS YOU ASSHOLE!”
Rashida howled in the depths of her agony. Finally even her will broke.
“YES, YOU ARE THE BETTER FIGHTER! I LOSE, YOU WIN!”
“YOU BET YOUR ASS I’M A WINNER WHORE!”
And Shyla slapped the brunette as hard as she could, got off of her and kicked her in the side with everything she had.
She sneered at the beaten woman and turned to walk away.
She saw the security guy was sitting in the grass. A look of awe on his face, he had run out of the ability to pound one out apparently, and he just sat there with his dick in his hand.
She rolled her eyes and went o go collect her shit.
She needed a goddamn shower, a cold drink and a big fat joint.
As she was banding over to collect her clothes she heard the brunette struggle to her feet.
“HEY, YOU BLONDE CUNT! YOU GOT LUCKY, YOU’RE NOT HALF THE WOMAN I AND DON’T YOU FUCKING FORGET IT!”
Shyla turned on her heel and went back for the Lebanese woman.
“WOMAN? YOU WANT TO FIGHT AS A WOMAN YOU MEAN VILE TWAT?”
Rashida bared her teeth at her.
“I’M BETTER THAN YOU IN EVERY FUCKING WAY. YOU COULDN’T BEAT MY AS A FIGHTER, AND NOW YOU WANNA TRY MY HOT TIGHT PUSSY? LET’S GO CUNT, I’M SOPPING WET FROM KICKING YOUR UGLY BRUNETTE ASS ANYWAY!”
The brunette stood her ground and waited for Shyla to meet her. They got nose to nose.
“You think you got the pussy to beat me? I felt it, you could drive a truck in there slut!”
“I’m gonna fuck you till you scream for me to stop you brunette cunt!”
They heard the security guys exclaim “hol-eee…shit!”
Shyla moved her nipples across Rashidas bigger tits; they were hard enough to cut diamonds.
The brunette inhaled sharply and moved her own tits to counter.
They nodded and wrapped one arm around the other. Back and forth their nipples dueled, and they moved so that their clits were rubbing against each other.
Both made small high sounds of pleasure as they danced. Spittle flew from their mouths into each other’s faces. Juices began to form and run down the insides of their thighs. Both their tender female areas had been violated and abused the entire catfight, but now they were sources of the most intimate of pleasures.
Shyla’s nipples felt like they were on fire with erotic sensations, her smaller tits may not have seemed to be as suited for this kind of combat as Rashida’s big caramel colored ones, but she knew what to do with them. Her clit was standing on edge, fully blossomed and alive. She ducked and twisted to try to wrap it around that of her enemy, who was taking a more direct route and just trying to grind away at Shyla.
“This is where all those years of playing with myself pay off!”
She hissed and moaned as Rashida did her work, but the brunette woman had begun to breathe faster and faster. The blonde could see her eyes start to glaze over.
“Oh yeah slut, you like my body?”
“Fuck you blonde whore, I’m gonna make you c…c…c…c…cuuuuuuuum”
And the brunette’s mouth dropped open and her knees gave out. She fell to the ground and lay on her back.
Shyla smiled. She brushed a stray blonde hair away from her face and her catlike eyes shone.
“Time to end this, this bitch is playing MY game now!”
She noticed Rashida’s inside thighs were covered in her own juices. She knew what she had to do now.
Shyla lay down next to Rashida in a 69 position. Inviting her enemy to try her one last time.
“COME ON ASSHOLE, MY FIGHT IS BETTER, BY TITS AND CLIT ARE BETTER, NOW I DESTROY YOUR MIND!”
Rashina cried out and they both wrapped their strong thighs around each other’s head.
Shyla felt the brunette’s mouth and fingers working inside her, trying to wear her out.
“Oh, she has skill, I’m so wet right now!”
The blonde returned the favor with gusto, her tongue dancing like a shadow, her fingers five tiny instruments of pleasure, as they probed, poked and caressed the brunette’s pussy.
“Tastes kinda nasty, but I already knew that, it’s ok though, I’m a catfighter, but I also have the best pussy out there.”
Not only that, but Shyla knew to reach down inside herself, way down, and harness her pleasure. She felt her orgasms coming from the brunette’s hands and mouth as they rolled on the grass, strong legs urging each other closer in to their pleasure zones.
Shyla EMBRACED her orgasms; she rolled with them as they flowed through her body.
She smiled as she noted Rashida fought hers.
The stupid cunt.
Shyla worked her hands slowly and then fast, moving in patterns like a magician drawing a spell. Her tongue darted in and out with pinpoint precision, knowing just where to go to fuck with Rashida’s pussy.
The two women cried out in ecstasy and moaned as they battled each other.
Shyla knew the tops of her thighs were soaked, but she still held on. .
She felt her enemies thighs start shaking and she held on tighter, going deeper and deeper…
Shyla felt Rashida’s face and fingers fall from her own pussy. She loosened her muscles there, as her tightness had made it hard for the brunette to get as good access as she wanted. But now she needed to redouble and focus on her enemy.
She could hear Rashida start to slobber:
“OH GOD…C..C…C…OH GOD…CUMMING…OH GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD…PLEASE OH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!”
And the first orgasm shook her body like she was electrocuted.
Shyla took the juices to the face and went to work harder.
Rashida exploded again.
Then again.
She jerked about like a puppet on a string,, or a finger as the case may be…
‘F…F…F…UUUUUUUUUUUCCKKKKK MY PUSSSY!OH GOD I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE, OH GODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH”
“DO YOU QUIT SLUT? YOUR PUSSY SUCKS, I’M BETTER THEN YOU IN EVERY FUCKING WAY, ADMIT IT!”
“N…N…N..N..OOOOOOOOO, FUUUUUUCKKK YOU!”
Orgams after orgasm rolled through Rashida, and still Shyla would not let up.
“QUIT CUNT, I FUCKJING OWN YOU AS A WOMAN!”
“OH GOD, FUCK MEEEEE, FUCK MEEE, STOP, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! OH GOD STOP! STOOOOOOPPP”
But Shyla wasn’t going to stop. This cunt couldn’t take it, couldn’t take it as a fighter and not as a fucker.
Shyla’s fingers just kept working, faster and faster, sending the bitch into orgasmic oblivion.
“DO YOU QUIT YOU RUDE NASTY BITCH? AM I THE BETTER WOMAN?”
“YES…OH PLEASE…YES I QUIT, YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME IN EVERY WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY…JUST STOP THE TORTURE, STOP MAKING ME CUM! PLEASE! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSEEE!”
And her last word turning into a combination of pleasure, agony and humiliation as Shyla’s expert fingers produced one last orgasm from her as they also caused the woman massive pussy pain that no woman should ever have to feel.
Shyla moved out of the way as a combination of blood and juice sprayed from Rashida’s destroyed pussy. Her stockinged feet beat on the ground and she sobbed incoherently.
Shyla got up from her enemy. She stretched luxuriously, catlike. Rashida was lying on the ground holding herself and half sobbing, half moaning. She grabbed the brunette by her hair and dragged her over to the picnic table.
“Stand up or I’ll fuck you up worse skank!”
As Rashida stood up, Shyla slapped her, turning her around so she faced the picnic table. She kicked the brunette in the pussy from behind, laughing to herself at the juices that sprayed from her pussy as her foot hit.
“I DID THAT! ME! SHYLA THE CATFIGHTER! SHYLA THE SEXUAL TIGRESS! SHYLA THE WINNER!”
The she punched Rashida in the back of the head, sending her face first onto the picnic table, bent over at the waist.
“Stay right there or I’ll make you hurt a LOT fucking worse you lame fuck.”
The brunette didn’t move, she was done.
Shyla walked over to the lake shore, the Droid that had started all this mess was still laying in the mud, it had been trampled when the two fighters had rolled down that way not that long ago.
She picked up the phone and walked back over to Rashida.
She kicked the cunts legs as far apart as she could.
She pulled back on the loser’s hair and looked Rashida in her half lidded, defeated eyes.
“It’s time to teach you proper cell phone etiquette you trashy piece of shit!”
She spit directly into Rashida’s face and slammed the brunette’s head into the picnic table as hard as she could. She could feel Rashida’s already broken nose pulp against the wood.
The woman’s body spasmed and went still.
Shyla smiled and felt a glow inside of her.
“OMG, I WON! I FUCKING WON!”
She suddenly felt that for the first time in a long time, she knew exactly where she was in life and that she had control over her own future in a way she had never expected. She’d also felt the hope one has when they suddenly realize how empowered they really are.
She walked around behind the bent over woman. Rashida’s pussy was showing to the world, and Shyla noticed it still had some hair along the sides of her pussy that hadn’t been pulled out yet.
The blonde’s eyes lit up and she made damn sure that wasn’t the case any longer.
Every single hair.
The unconscious woman didn’t even flinch.
Shyla dropped the pubic hair over the Lebanese woman’s sweaty back. Then she grabbed the phone and with the total glee of a woman who was victorious over another in every way, as a fighter, a lover…a person…she fired up the phone. She found the previous calls and hit “redial”
A voice came on the other end. “Rashida, you out there, what happen…”
“Larry, Rashida is taking the rest of the fucking day off. My advice is to get the cunt fired, you’re better off without her!”
And she slammed the phone as far up Rashida’s pussy as she could.
The brunette whimpered. “Stop…I told you I quit, you’re better…”
“Shut up cunt, don’t let your mouth write checks your pussy can’t cash!”
And she kicked the bent over woman directly in the phone stuck in her pussy, jamming it up her vagina even further.
Rashida moaned in unfathomable agony and was again still.
Shyla sneered at the loser and left the beaten bitch like that, bent over the picnic table and spread eagled, her cell phone jammed into her balded pussy, her juices running down her thighs.
The blonde turned and gathered up her clothes, they were ruined but she managed to get enough of them to cover her naked body.
She looked at the security guy; he had his cock in his hand still.
“If you want her, you’re more than welcome to have her as far as I’m concerned. I’m going home though if you don’t mind.”
She grabbed her pocketbook off the bench and strode past him to the path.
“You…you…you’re incredible!” he said as she passed him.
“Yep, I know, and then some big boy.” She smiled sweetly and walked away, her head held up and her eyes focused on the future.
“Shy, baby, you can do anything now, you know that? It’s funny, an hour ago I was depressed and angry at the world, but now I know...yes, the world is fucked up and brutal, but when the world is fucked up and brutal, all you gotta do is take the world, rip it’s tit’s off and kick it in the fuckin pussy until it begs for mercy…”