The Game 4 – Elimination Time

by Aristocatch

We waited a full hour before starting the second part of our programme. The same parts of our bodies were to suffer again, but in a potentially different manner. We would target our bodies with slaps, except our faces. We had added this proviso as it had been obvious at the game that the delay between launching a slap to the face and its striking home could lead to the blow landing off target and causing damage. We fully expected to have incredibly sore boobs and pussies, and bruises galore, but not black eyes or worse. Kicks with the top of the foot were also allowed or with any part of the leg if the person was on the ground.

This part of our programme was experimental. We had no idea how long we could stand such blows. It was agreed that if one went to the floor to recover from a kick to the groin, the other would allow them time to get up. Otherwise fighting on the floor would be allowed, provided that it wasn't overly prolonged. Although we didn't know the term at the time our preference was for 'cuntbusting', which we had very briefly tried during the game.

Our initial efforts were very clumsy, with flying feet generally colliding, or well off target. We changed targets, trying more or less alternatively to slap tit. Most slaps were intercepted by our arms, a few got through as did a lovely back of the hand to Carla's pussy, leaving my breasts open for the instant reply.

Kicking started again. I kicked Carla's thigh hard, as she turned to deflect my foot, her reply was on target, but lacked force. We hopped around, more or less taking it in turns to kick, The kicks were nearly always deflected, the only blows that did get through were with the hand which gave a satisfying contact, but weren't painful enough to stop the other replying. Carla tried to be ambitious and do a double kick which simply caused her to overbalance and fall into me. This was the sign for a change and we fell to the floor, clawing at those same boobs we had savaged earlier in the afternoon. As space opened up we also tried slaps to pussies, which got through from time to time, stinging but not forcing either to take a breather.

Falling back we found ourselves horizontal, but with feet which could target pussy, if the others legs got out of the way. In a crab-like manner we advanced and retreated, launching kicks and then trying to avoid them. This was both tiring and ineffective until we both attacked at the same time and found ourselves with a foot pressing the others pubes.

Kicking was out, but pushing and grinding weren't and so we stopped scuttling and began rubbing and grinding the soles of our feet against bare pussy. Growing bored we got to our knees, wrapped arms around the other to create the position in which we had finished during the game and began trying to force things into said pussies.

We avoided crashing knee bone into vulnerable parts and having thigh rubbed over pussy created sensations that weren't necessarily disagreeable, but not part of our master plan for the day. Reluctantly we briefly grabbed the others pudenda and looking each other in the eye set about causing it pain.

Satisfied that we were now hurting we climbed back to our feet. Carla suggested that we took it in turns to kick each other, to at least get started. I kicked first, but with little force. Her first effort was actually off target! My second was bang on target and seeing the look on her face I couldn't resist firing in a third, which dropped her, slowly, to the floor.

Of course she demanded two kicks back, which both struck home, leaving me tottering, but defiant. My two next kicks lacked force, even though they were on target and I then found out why she had dropped to the floor as the second of her kicks hurt like hell.

We managed two further rounds before the need to recover pushed us into grappling on the floor where defence became part of our repertoire, limiting but not stopping the damage, as slaps to both boobs and pussies mingled with brief tit squashing. You may recall that, during the game girls savaged nipples and encouraged bleeding. We didn't target nipples in this way, indeed we only pulled them when we had the other immobilised and could amuse ourselves. We didn't spare digging fingers into tender flesh, crushing in our hands, pulling the boob near its base etc, all of which hurt, but avoiding cuts of any sort.

For a while some sort of rhythm was established as each, more or less in turn, got the dominant position and subjected the other to painful attacks, especially between the legs as that was the intended focus of the event.

We weren't fighting to win, and so we decided to call a halt and go back to, in turn, pussy attacks. A slap followed by two kicks each was tried, leaving both of us taking breathers (and clutching our pussies) virtually every time. This at least proved that we were accepting the blows and not trying to spoil the others fair turn.

Then came the moment when we opened our legs and began slapping each others pussy until we collapsed into a heap on the floor, rolled up into balls and tried to still the pain.

We decided later that a pure pussy bashing (cuntbusting if you prefer) was not really interesting. It was worth trying, pussies were a genuine target in an all-out catfight, but not the be all and end all. We will leave such demonstrations to those who prefer that (or need the money). The first contest we had both enjoyed – despite the pain, and we decided to give some thought as to what we could subject each other to the next time. Sorry to disappoint, but sex was not on the agenda!

After what we had put our bodies through, it was difficult to imagine a follow up. We called into a fast food restaurant on our way back to my flat and talked about it. We were both against boxing of any kind and none too keen on a hair-pulling extravaganza. Kick boxing was also out. We had no intention of starting a sexual relationship but did decide that we could eventually try a sexfight if we could come up rules that suited, but it wasn't our favoured idea. At any rate we were in agreement that it would be prudent to allow our battered bodies time to recover before trying anything else.

In the end fate dealt a hand. Two of the spectators at the game decided they wanted in on the action and asked around to find who might be interested. Carla took the bait and met one of them to talk about it. It was the end of the game that they had liked where there had been (more or less) a free-for-all with few rules. They proposed a 'last-girl-standing' event, but with some structure to it to ensure that it lasted a while. Knowing out thoughts Carla agreed on the basis that no kicking or punching was allowed and as little hair pulling as possible. One of them had access to a smallish room with mats, which would be ideal for our purposes. A date was set.

The first time we all four saw each other was at the room. Simone was dark skinned (who knows of what origin), slightly taller than us but of slim build, even though her breasts (when we finally got to see them) were actually fuller than ours. Bobby (are there still people called that?) was probably the heaviest of us four, but not excessively so. She was also the shortest. Her weight was carried around her waist, and on her chest where her boobs were easily the largest of us all.

Bobby worked in a clothing outlet and she had provided white T-shirts and towelling shorts for us to begin with, as she liked the idea of our ripping each others clothes off.

Our entertainment was to be structured, starting light and getting heavier. During the light section we would have a chance to wrestle each other, to see if we had any wrestling skills. Playful was the designated mode. Both girls were keen that the finale should be as hard as possible, and they didn't want the evening spoilt by someone being invalided out in next to no time.

Round one therefore was simply to tear off the others T-shirt. The fight would continue until both were topless, with the 'winner' being allowed to 'play' with the losers exposed tits. The girls were insistent on the word play.

Simone and I were put together and we discovered that the T-shirts were of good quality; resisting out attempts to tear them and forcing us to wrestle a bit, rather than just tug at the fabric. Eventually they began to shred, showing Simone to have larger breasts than I had expected, but as there remained some cloth covering her, I wasn't yet allowed to manhandle them.

When I managed to put Simone on the floor, with one foot on her body and all my strength to pull at the remnants of her T-shirt I was finally rewarded by it coming away in my hand. Of course, by now, my own T-shirt was in far from a pristine state, but I had gained a bit of time to find out what she was made of.

It took Simone quite a while until I was topless, by which time I had weighed and measured her boobs. I had even, cheekily, played erotically with her nipples (for which she threatened revenge). I had scarcely squeezed them at all, knowing that my time would come.

I learned afterwards that Carla had amused herself with Bobby's boobs. We had worked out that our own boobs were all too squashable within one hand and, given the greater size of Boob's attributes, Carla had gently sought to find out how best to get what could be a painful hold, all the while seemingly titivating them a bit.

Our towelling shorts were equally well made, which ensured that the second phase went as planned. Basically we had to try to use them to create wedgies and then tip our opponent to the ground, once we had pulled them off the central part of the mats. Sumo with a sting. Round one didn't hurt, round two did, as the cloth bit into our tender parts. Bobby was my adversary and her weight and lesser height seemed to give her some advantage. Hopefully my wedgie cut into her, but it didn't stop her tipping me over fairly easily.

Round three was described as the fun round, still clad in shorts. So much fun that we each had a go against each other, starting with Carla. The simple idea was to wrestle until one got a finger into the others pussy which required two things, one manoeuvring around the shorts and two that the pussy was sufficiently open to allow the finger to enter.

The second problem was addressed in a simple manner, we stood on our knees in a circle and then rubbed pussy through the towelling shorts, first to our right, then to our left an finally opposite, until we had rubbed each others pussies and tell-tale wet marks appeared through the towelling cloth.

Carla and I had a fairly lengthy wrestle until she succeeded in both pulling the cloth aside and inserting a digit, which she didn't simply remove, but used to stimulate me until I (rather belatedly) complained.

Simone had also lost and she seemed determined not to lose twice. We had rather a good grapple, often getting close, but never fully entering our finger where required. Getting that far required quite a bit of hand on pussy contact, and we soon had thoroughly moist fingers, we also pulled quite a bit on the fabric which worked to my advantage as I actually managed to win by thrusting my hand down inside the waistband of the shorts and working them far enough away from her body to slide my finger home. I copied Carla's idea of playing a bit while it was in, and Simone didn't rush to stop me.

Somehow Carla had managed to really damage Bobby's shorts, and so we both stripped off to wrestle nude. As might be expected our bout was by far the shortest, even as we both claimed victory at the same time. The others forced us to continue for a decider, which I lost, but not before we had groped each others sex quite a lot.

It seemed a pity that a sexfight wasn't in our plans.

Best-laid plans can always be changed. There were no dissenters when Bobby suggested that we could have an avant gout for group fighting, with a view to simply rubbing whoever's pussy or tits we could. No fingering, just rubbing.

No time was lost starting and very quickly the notion of one-on-one was lost. It was quickly clear that everyone's pussy was moist, if not downright wet and they quickly became even wetter. Tits were rubbed and nipples teased out (when they didn't lengthen of their own accord). There was a nominal amount of wrestling, but only really when one felt deprived of places to rub. Becky did (briefly) try to lick my pussy but legs clamped round her head and a tug on her nipple soon put an end to that.

There was no violence, purely group groping. It was nice, but it could, and surely would, lead to sexual gratification. I wasn't sure that was what I wanted but, just as I thought that, someone (Carla I think) was producing really nice sensations from my clit and I didn't feel like speaking out of turn. Clearly the others felt likewise as rubbing continued.

That no-one orgasmed was purely down to divine intervention – actually Simone's telephone ringing as she had earlier set a timer at which point in time we were to move on to harder things. The incessant ringing forced us to review the situation and, regrettably and reluctantly cease all pleasurable moves, not to be renewed that evening for sure.

Even then I was wrong. We hadn't discussed whether there would be anything after the elimination fight. The two girls had, however, been among those vociferously calling for a sexual penalty for losing the game and, having now had their sex juices awakened, they decided that the two losers of the elimination should provide sexual favours to the two winners, if they so choose, or if the winners preferred they could force sex on the two losers. Carla and I were not strongly in favour, but in our heightened state of arousal, not sufficiently ready to veto the idea,which was carried.

Coitus interruptus more or less describes out state. Our bodies were receiving more agreeable stimuli which were building in intensity, setting off reactions throughout our bodies. Logically we all know where that would have lead. Then it was abruptly stopped. Even if there were those among us who were consciously grateful that a full orgy hadn't ensued, our consciousnesses were less pleased, which produced a slightly grumpier atmosphere.

It might have been wise to allow our hormone levels to settle, our pussies to close etc, before indulging in violence. The grumpy edge however pushed us into getting back at those who removed the sensual pleasure with a minimum of delay.

There were two (violent) parts to go. The first was a generally violent soften your opponents up battle with a limited duration. It would not be normal to quit (or seek to force withdrawal) during this session. This would be followed by the elimination round where each would try and force the others to abandon until there was only the winner left. Pleasure and pain had rarely come so close together.

I pushed Simone up against the nearest wall and grabbed her tits (you have to start somewhere), digging my body into her to keep her in place. She didn't attack mine, as I had expected, but literally threw me across the floor. I landed heavily not having training to deal with that, and she plonked herself heavily down on my midriff, winding me. My reaction not being forthcoming she took hold of my perky boobs and squashed them in her hands, quite painfully. I think she was trying to tell me something!

Her point made she quickly pulled me over her, so that she was holding me tight from underneath. Her right hand took my right nipple, pulled it out even further than our sexy game had left it, and twisted. Her left hand then covered my face, pushing it down onto the mat, even as she changed her position to scissor me around the midriff. Keeping my hands away from her she applied pressure with her legs.

Clara and Bobby had wrestled each other to the ground, where Clara had Bobby held by her legs, while she tested out her theory concerning Bobby's bigger boobs. Battle had begun.

First indications were that Simone was the most competent fighter among us, and the one to watch out for. I had rather naively been assuming that elimination would probably be by pain. I began to think as her legs applied pressure to my midriff, that Simone might have other ideas to help her win.

I was getting nowhere fast, until Clara, leaving Bobby in a heap on the floor, came to my rescue; freeing me first, and then using my help to scissor Simone across the upper part of her body, just below the boobs, with her arms trapped in the scissors. She was then able to help herself to one of Simone's boobs.

I was about to earn a bit of payback with Simone's pussy when Bobby rejoined the fray, pulling me way from Simone.

I suspect that Bobby had little or no experience of this type of action, and what could be done to boobs. She was more than happy to engage in a tit squeezing tussle, which was more fun than violent. Having realised that she was 'finding her way', I made no effort to cause excessive pain and so we rolled around a bit grabbing breast flesh when we could. This didn't seem to have much to do with softening the other up to prepare for elimination, but I wasn't about to be churlish and spoil the fun.

Clara's dominant position had not lasted and she was on the receiving end of some rather rough treatment that seemed to involve hard contact with the floor (to knock the stuffing out of her?). Bobby decided it was time for her to test Simone's boobs and, almost apologetically, she left me and cut in between Clara and Simone.

I had learned that Bobby and Simone had both been spectators at the game, but had never met before, there was neither affinity nor animosity. Clara and I had, of course, come to grips before. Now, however, we had to try to forget that and seek to make sure that the other was eliminated in a few minutes time. However, Clara had come to my rescue when Simone had been threatening to break my ribs, and I felt I owed it to her not to take too much advantage of her current weakened state.

I helped her up from the floor and we backed up against the wall, there to engage in a bout of who can grab what, involving our pussies for the first time which, by now, had 'recovered' from their sexually aroused state. We neither of us sought to cause more than minimal pain – knowing that we might have to be far more unkind at some point in the near future.

It was Bobby's turn to find out the array of wrestling moves that Simone knew. She seemed to walk in to each one, but would get up as if nothing had happened, only to be met by a new variant that crashed her into the wall, or onto the mats.

It was our turn to take pity on Bobby and we both joined into a mas fray which had the advantage of negating Simone's wrestling skills. It was much like our sex-grabbing episode of earlier, except that we were now seeking to cause discomfort. Having said that Clara, Bobby and I had been lulled into a grab almost for fun state, rather than see how much you can hurt the other (which was probably the intended idea of this session), and having started the fray like that, Simone adapted to our 'gentleness'. Over the next couple of minutes we grabbed whatever we could, squeezed gently, or pulled lightly – in other words had great fun with no lasting consequences.This was perhaps not a good idea so far as the elimination sessions was concerned, but if anyone thought about that, they did nothing to alter the gentle nature of the goings on.

The telephone alarm rang, meaning that we had now reached the last stage. I had no real plan for how to eliminate any one, though keeping out of Simone's way seemed a good starting point.

Our fray broke up. We took a quick breather, a swig of water, and then prepared to suffer.

I came out swinging and landed a lovely slap on Carla's left tit, and then another to Simone. Bobby grabbed my tits from behind me and dug her fingers in, in a way that she hadn't before, almost lifting me off the ground. Carla took advantage to slap my pussy before Simone went after Bobby's pussy, causing her to release me to defend herself. Carla and I exchanged a handful of pussy slaps with an almost nostalgic feeling and then, grabbing each other around the neck, we stretched the others pussy lips rather vigorously. Left to our own devices it was clear that we would battle tender parts to submission.

That didn't happen, as I was torn from Carla's grasp by Simone who pulled me away, dumped me on the floor and sat on my head. I had her pussy all over my face, and she made that even worse by pulling my face further into her sex. I did all I could to free myself, to no avail. My hands were able to reach her breasts, which I tried to mistreat, but obviously not enough. I couldn't breathe. She was trying to suffocate me out of the competition.

It might have been in Carla's interest to see me eliminated, but she came to my rescue, pulling Simone off me and allowing me to breathe. Bobby grabbed my pussy and clawed it, telling me that the pain should help me get my senses back! Which it did, even as I gulped in lungfuls of air.

Simone bounced Carla off the wall like a rag doll, catching her with both arms across her midriff and felling her. This time Simone pulled Carla to her with an arm around her neck, clearly keeping an eye out for outside intervention.

Bobby suggested that she felt like prolonging affairs and leaving me she scooted over to where Carla was in a bad way. Simone had the wall behind her, with Carla between her and us, so she saw Bobby coming and braced herself to stop Bobby tearing Carla away from her. I thought for brief minute that Bobby was going to attack Carla's pussy to hasten her demise and so, I'm sure, did Simone.

Somehow, Bobby found a way past Carla's body to dig her fingers in to Simone's pussy. Simone squealed loudly. Bobby adjusted her hold (which was hidden from me by Carla's body) causing Simone to thrust Carla from her and bring to an end the pain she was suffering.

It occurred to me that no-one had really attacked Simone between the legs before and, for the first time, we were seeing how she would react. Bobby, realising that she had found a 'weakness' in Simone, really went for it, resisting for a while Simone's attempts to initially fight back and then force Bobby to stop.

I let Carla get her breathe back, leaving only Simone and Bobby fighting. Once the pussy claw was ended, Simone began to reassert herself.

Carla and I launched ourselves into the other two, creating a fighting heap and doing all we could to claw Simone's pussy. Of course we all got assaulted back, because in such a scrum there is no way to control that. Tits were not forgotten, with more and more vicious intent, but tit pain seemed something Simone could cope with, pussy pain rather less.

The beauty of such a scrum was to stop Simone using her wrestling moves, or smothering anyone. She had gone from a position of total dominance to one of equality if not worse.

To everyone's surprise Simone suddenly called out to stop, she couldn't take any more pain. The girl we had thought would win was now the first to be eliminated!

It could have been expected that Carla and I would join forces to eliminate Bobby, and thence have our own little fight. Bobby had rather endeared herself to us thus far and, if we actually entertained such thoughts, we soon ignored them.

I repeated the slap to Carla's face that I had previously used, which prompted the start of a slappathon. Bobby's tits were a tempting target and they did take their fair share of slaps but that didn't stop Carla and I exchanging slaps to various body parts and, of course, Bobby slapped us both as often and as hard as she could.

Our tits were soon even redder and slap marks mottled our skin. We began tiring a bit and the frequency of the slaps slowed, giving way to greater power. I tried targeting between Bobby's legs with some success (noise wise if nothing else). I took plenty of slaps back which sort of numbed the pain into a constant presence rather than a series of excruciating impacts.

I caught Carla with a series of slaps to the face, reddening her cheeks and bringing tears to her eyes. Ignoring Bobby she came at me swinging slaps at my pubes. I tried to move back to harden her task and Bobby tried to get out of the way. The result was that I tripped over Bobby's trailing leg, twisted my ankle and fell hard to the floor.

Being me I got up (the slaps had ceased) and tried to limp back into battle. It was clear that I was now the weak link, who couldn't continue long and the other two promptly ganged up against me, putting me back on the floor and mounting a controlled assault, crushing my tits, clawing my crotch and, from time to time, slapping my face (mostly Carla). I hit back a bit, but it was just a question of time.

I wanted at least to go out with a bang and the proximity of Carla's boobs allowed me to do just that. Ignoring what they were doing to me, I crushed those lovelies most gratifyingly (given the circumstances), before calling out my surrender.

Simone got up from where she had been watching to help me up and out of the way. Just as well as I could hardly stand to put my weight on my foot.

Now there were two.

The slapping took back place, reserved for special occasions, as more wrestling took over, if wrestling is really the most apt word. The two fought to ward off attacks, which still however did get through, and which grew increasingly vicious.

Carla managed to pin Bobby, immobilising at least temporarily her arms, and leaving a boob free. Carla proceeded to assault this orb in a most unladylike manner, exhorting Bobby to concede defeat. Bobby ignored such exhortations and so the torture grew, especially to the nipple from which a trickle of blood soon flowed.

Bending her knees Bobby pressed down on her feet and threw Carla off, leaping on to her back, one hand under her around Carla boob. As the boob was squashed into Bobby's hand by their combined weight not enough harm could be done to it, and so Bobby wriggled into place to attack between Carla's legs. Whatever she did with her fingers must have been painful as it galvanised Carla into breaking free.

They rolled around like furies purely attacking between legs or boobs. Their hands soon showed signs of blood which of course they spread elsewhere making it impossible to tell who was cut and where. There was no blood flowing freely, so no need for us to intervene, but I for one did keep a close eye on it in case we needed to save the girls from each other.

A more cagey phase began where defence took the initiative and attacking moves needed more imagination to succeed. Other parts of the body had to be targeted (not arse holes!), hair was pulled, hands pulled mouths open, pushed down onto faces, pulled bum cheeks apart, pulled at tummy flesh (Bobby had more to pull than Carla). From a watching point of view it was actually the most intriguing to see who could fathom a painful hold up from nowhere.

Both must have been exhausted, but one had still to be eliminated. Carla it was, with Bobby's hand squashing her face, while the other did some savage things between her legs. Enough was enough. It didn't seem to matter what she did to Bobby, Bobby just accepted it and fought back. You had to know in life when you were fighting a losing cause and common sense prevailed, leaving Bobby as the smiling winner as if she had just won a brief wrestling match, dishevelled but seemingly whole.

Within a minute of the submission Bobby had announced that she had chosen Simone. She went to her bag and pulled out a strap-on. When asked if she would have told us about it had she lost she replied “of course”, proceeded to strap it on, cover it with lubricant (also in her bag), and invite Simone to lay down.

Simone seemed initially a less than willing partner, but Bobby changed her position regularly, encouraged Simone to lick her boobs from time to time and gradually forced Simone to relax and then to enjoy what was being done to her. Bobby was quite imaginative in her choice of positions and we got to hear Simone make noises we hadn't heard before.

I, of course, was Carla's prize. I had no great desire for a lesbian session, which was not me, but Carla had the last say and she made me lick her pussy. Finding my inexperience not to her liking she moved into a 69 position and taught me by example to do what I had never done before. Somehow she seemed to ignore the wounds her body was covered with, though I ad to be very careful with her tits.

Both sexual encounters lasted a long time, and were used to get rid of the adrenaline from the fights, to soothe aching parts and to subdue pain with pleasure. I have no desire to become a lesbian but, when Bobby encouraged me to eat out her pussy I applied the results of Carla's lessons with some degree of competence, judging by Bobby's reaction.

It was some time after the cessation of sex that our bodies began to reveal the damage we had done to them, especially Carla and Bobby and a trip to the duty chemist to get patching and soothing lotions followed. We also had to spend some time cleaning the floor mats of traces of blood and bodily fluids (sex is a dirty business).

Carla and I had already evoked the idea of having a sex fight at some time in the future. After our 'lesbian' session I was no longer sure that was what I wanted. She reassured me that there was no way she was going to change her sexual preferences towards women and that such a fight would be to force the other into a sexual reaction and not an orgy in disguise.

The battered bodies put any more action on hold for some time. My ankle took a while to get fully better.

Carla and I arranged to have another (light) version of our tits and pussy grabbing wrestling, as a sort of warm up – this time continuing until one had ten wins. The first two or three were light, just holding said parts for five seconds but then, for some reason, despite the fact that we were friends and there was no anger or justifying reason, the holds got harder and more painful and then the wrestling around the holds also got more painful. Certainly it wasn't as vicious as with Bobby and Simone, but we were very sore after I had avenged my earlier defeat and any further action was delayed for recovery. Why we should feel the need to be so rough with each other remained a mystery.