The Game – part 6 – six go to town … on each other!

by Aristocatch

Bobby contacted us, as she had an idea and three volunteers. She suggested we each take on one of the volunteers in a controlled but hard catfight, where the other four would automatically act as refs and security to ensure that nothing got out of hand. We were both delighted with the idea. Bobby even proposed that we use her living room if we could come in advance to move the furniture.

When we were all together, we arranged the draw and I was paired with a woman, roughly my height, but a few years older. She had bigger breasts than me, but not especially firm ones. Bobby drew the most rounded of the ladies and Carla a taller blond with nicely shaped diminutive tits.

The rules were straightforward. Three rounds, the first two of five minutes duration, followed by one of ten. Round one fought in knickers that could be used for wedgies, but as this was essentially a warmer, lots of things were not allowed. Round two would start in knickers. These could be kept for wedgies or removed to introduce the pussy as a direct target as chosen. Slaps were allowed in this round. Round three was full out catfight. Hair pulling, slaps or punches, use of the feet, all body targetable except the head, which was to be neither slapped nor hit.

The whole idea was to have fast attacking fights, avoiding those where twenty minutes were spent one lying on the other and both holding hair. Get your opponent into a position where you could hurt them as much as possible and obtain a submission. No limit on submissions which would force the fighters to separate and begin anew. It was possible to submit the whole match, but otherwise the one gaining the most submissions would win. If there was no score, or an even number of submissions the winner would be chosen by the other four on the basis of who had been the most aggressive.

The draw pitted me first. My opponent was called Angie and she admitted to not having had much fighting experience. As she said, however, if you don't start somewhere you can't improve.

We started topless, wearing just knickers. Within seconds I had wrestled Angie to the floor, and turned her so her back was against me. I thought I would start by seeing how she reacted to having her tits mauled. The answer was quickly forthcoming. Even as my fingers sunk gently into her breasts – holding rather than savaging, she somehow reached over me and pinched my nipple!

I put her back on her knees and we faced each other, on all fours. She immediately moved to grab both my boobs. As her move was telegraphed she did no more than just brush one, as I took her arm and tossed her to the floor. I blocked one of her arms with my legs, caught the other with one hand, and the waistband of her knickers with the other, pulling them up into her crotch.

She tried to agitate her legs to get free, but I had her well held. Rather less well held was her 'free' arm and she kept on managing to break free of my grasp, then to grab my tit.

Indeed what I admired most during the fight was her pluck and desire to take the fight to me. In fighting terms I was far more experienced than she was, and I was also used to Carla causing me a lot of pain. Angie could have simply tried for damage limitation but no, time and again, she managed to hurt me by counter-attacking. There is no surprise to be gained in hiding that I won, but the interest is in how much I had to work for it and the pleasure that I think we both had from such a fight.

I got fed up with having my tit hurt, while Angie didn't seem unduly concerned by the wedgies. I released her knickers and instead set to on her left tit. Initially fairly gently, but as her brief nips on my breasts were short but unkind, I increased how I was squeezing and pulling, digging my fingers in to the compliant breast flesh. I was gratified when she finally stopped counter-attacking, to prise my hand away, which of course left my other hand free to grab her other tit.

I didn't think she was likely to submit, so I released my hold and we both got back to our feet. Once more she came rushing back in, and we each got hold of knickers, pulling them up until our pussy lips were clearly visible on either side of the stretched fabric. This must have hurt her, as it certainly hurt me, but she merely released one hand and pulled on one of my nipples. She was a fast learner and I decided that I ought to be more prudent, so it was my turn to be more defensive and prize away her hand. So we danced, holding hands and tugging on knickers.

This was early stages, and there was still most of the fight left, but I began to wonder whether I shouldn't be a shade more careful. She might not been a practised fighter, but she sure knew where to cause pain.

The remaining two minutes of the first part became a war of attrition. Each darting this way and that and both managing to tug on knickers, or squeeze a boob at a roughly even rate. I was not unhappy when the break came.

Being the victim of a wedgie didn't seem to unduly perturb Angie, so I had decided that I would seek to remove her knickers and get at her pussy.

Slapping was now allowed and my left tit walked straight into one as I sought to seize hold of Angie. Revenge always being sweet I bounced a slap off her left breast with a very satisfying sound (to me at least). Ignoring her follow up slaps I bore her to the ground and tried to remove said panties. Angie was having none of it. Keeping her legs together she fought me off with one hand even as she tried to nip my nipple with the other.

Patience was required, so I now wrestled until I was sitting astride her body, with my legs trying to hold her arms down. I could reach her knickers, but not remove them. Not wishing to waste an advantage I did pull them hard, to dig the cloth into her tender flesh, even as she freed a hand and started to slap my back. Spinning around I pulled her face into my breasts (biting wasn't allowed). She still slapped my back, even as I slapped away at her body. My tits were fairly safe, so I risked slipping my right hand under my body and latching on to her boob. My attack was now more structured and hopefully more damaging. I had stopped the nice breast holding as seen in so many fake videos, and was now deliberately trying to cause pain and hopefully increase their sensitivity to be exploited later.

She found the waistband of my knickers and yanked hard on them. Then, more thoughtfully, she used them to pull my waist to one side, eventually allowing her to slip out from under me.

We both jumped to our feet and moved back and forth, seeking an opening, but not missing out on slaps, which lacked power, but often landed on breasts. I saw her reaction when she caught me with a full on slap, which flattened my breast, saw her spread her legs slightly to improve her balance for a harder slap, and dropping to my knees I pulled her knickers down in one sharp movement, catching her completely by surprise.

Our heads were not targetable, so she could not riposte, but merely move away, leaving her knickers on the floor. I could now target her pussy and I stalked her, preparing to greet it with a slap. Now she was more cautious and there was a period when no attacks took place. I bided my time and she retreated.

Catching her unawares again, I rushed her and barrelled her to the floor, my shoulder forcing her midriff into the carpet. I would have liked to have scissored her head, but that wasn't allowed, Sitting on her midriff, I pressed down on her arms with my feet. For a few seconds I pushed hard and balanced myself, then it was time to attack and I went after her breast, the one I had already been unkind to. It was clear that it was beginning to become sore.

No point prolonging things unduly so, while she was expecting me to go after the other breast, I spun round and clawed her crotch. For now I was marking my territory. It was meant to hurt, so she would fear further attacks, but not to incapacitate her, for I was beginning to enjoy the competition she was providing.

So I soon spun back and we rolled around a bit with our arms around the other.

The last few seconds of the round were fairly unproductive, other than causing us to be glad of a chance to get our breaths back.

I removed my knickers, as per the rules, ready to start the last round, where a great many things were permitted with the idea that this increased the chances of one submitting and points being scored. It was clear that, despite her limited experience, Angie was no walk over and I would have to earn my victory. I wasn't about to tempt fate, however, and set out to gain at least one submission, to ensure that the end result couldn't be in doubt.

I was glad that Angie made no attempt to seize my hair, but came out kicking and swinging her arms, so that we began with a long distance 'who can land a blow' fight. On that it was fairly even, though I would claim that the blows I landed (mostly slaps) were probably more telling. I didn't escape without taking a few though and my body was already telling me that I was in a fight.

Choosing my moment carefully I blocked one slap and grabbed at Angie's hair, pulling her head down hard. She hadn't been expecting this and failed to attack back, which could perhaps have saved the day.

She finished up in a heap, with one of my hand holding her hair, the other firmly grasping her pussy and, to be fair, not being very nice with it. She was slow to react and by the time she thought to fight back by grabbing my breast, I was really doing a number on her pubes. I shrugged off what she was doing to my boob, and fairly quickly she submitted to save herself further useless punishment.

I had my point. The question now was should I add to it, or be content with having a good punch-up, knowing that I would be the winner? I chose the latter course!

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, so I should be flattered that Angie went straight for my hair. I, of course, took hold of hers and we tugged back and forth trying to gain an advantage. I was sufficiently in control of my actions to notice that she kept her pussy out of reach, probably because I was doing likewise!

My hair-pulling proved the more effective and I was able to get behind her, releasing her hair in favour of her boobs, which soon caused her to release my hair to protect herself. She somehow spun out of my grasp an she came at me, hands outstretched and four boobs ended up in hand at the same time. We gritted our teeth and hurt each other – there is no other way to describe it.

I had deliberately concentrated on one of her boobs earlier, which was now showing the marks of my attention and this probably helped to limit the damage she could do to my boobs as, after a while, she released my tits to prize my hands off hers. Failing initially to do that, she set to with slaps. I used one hand to block some of them, while working over her injured tit as long as I could.

I took her back down to the floor, and tried to repeat my submission-winning move, but this time she was prepared. With hands in hair we rose to our knees, keeping our heads close together and using the other hand to attack – her tit was really taking it.

Falling to the ground we managed to get hold of each other's pussy. It was my turn to feel that she was quite happy to hurt me as much as she could. Her grip was effective and so, rather than play at pussy pulling, we quickly caused pain and pulled our bodies out of the way. Indeed that became the style of the next part of our fight. I hurt her with swift moves, and virtually every time she managed to hurt me back. For the spectacle it was, according to the others, fascinating, but I can tell you it was most painful. Angie was never near to forcing me to submit, as she was merely riposting to my attacks. Neither was I any nearer to scoring a second submission.

I was blocking Angie's shoulders with my arms, and we both had hold of hair. My right foot trailed on her stomach. Pushing the foot down, I felt her clamp her legs tight. My reaction was to kick with the top of my foot as near as possible to the gap between her legs, which caused them to separate as I had hoped. I turned my foot, so that my heel was in contact with her pussy and ground it in. This was quite satisfying, but short lived, as she used the fact that I was no longer properly balanced to tip me over, and kneel on my shoulders. Had the rules allowed head attacks, she would have been ideally positioned, but they didn't.

There was a brief stalemate, which I broke my kicking her in the back and then trying to unsettle her with my feet under her armpits. It worked and she fell off, soon to be trapped on her back over my body with my legs holding her.

I began to think that, maybe, I ought to change my tactics, just in case. This idea was reinforced as, somehow, she managed to kick me in the pussy despite the fact that I thought it to be protected. By the time she retried the kick, I had sat up, and my pussy was safely on the floor. Her arms were held over her head.

Stretching her arms up as far as I could I suddenly released them and took boob and pussy in hand. She very quickly realised that her possibilities were limited and that, if I were to maintain my attack any length of time, she would have to submit. Clearly that wasn't her intention as, once again, she counter-attacked.

About all she could reach was my hair and so she savagely pulled it with her right hand, which was highly successful as I had to release my hold to cope with it, preserving but not increasing my lead.

In a flurry of arms and legs we hit and kneed each other with little cause for concern, until Angie finally found herself sat on my shoulders, facing down my body. I don't know how she arrived there and I don't suppose she does either. Initially she sought to get balanced and in control, which I made as difficult as possible. She held my hair for a short period until realising that she didn't need to do that. Then her attacking instinct took over, and my boobs had to suffer, especially the nipples which had now become her preferred target.

Risking taking her weight off my shoulders she left one hand on boob, and the other found it's way between my legs, there to apply a much improved crotch claw. I believe I heard her ask whether I wanted to submit. But by then I had extricated my arms. One hand pushed her bum, and the other grabbed her pussy from behind, pulling her pussy lips down and away from her body.

She squealed, but held on to my pussy, though her other hand could no longer reach my boob. Even while pulling her pussy, I slapped her bum hard. It was hard to hold on to pussy, so instead I pulled her bum cheeks apart, and stretched the skin around her arsehole.

I had her attention by now, and there was little pain being created between my legs, even though her hands were still there, so I pushed both hands hard against her bum and tipped her forward. Following up quickly my right hand found her pussy from the front and the left pulled her upright by the boob.

Most normal opponents would have submitted, rather than potentially prolong their pain. I certainly attacked her delicate parts to make them hurt enough for just that, but Angie was no normal person. She worked her feet flat on the floor and pushed back with maximum thrust, causing both of us to fall back, making me lose my hold on her pussy and, fairly soon after on her boob as she twisted to face me and our bodies were squashed together, leaving us to tug hair which hurt our heads but not the course of the fight.

She tried to knee me in the pussy, rolling us onto our sides, but not striking home. What's good for the goose and all that, so I in turn tried to do the same, just as unsuccessfully. Our heads were held close together leaving only a short distance between the lower parts of our body. Our second kneeing attempts were more successful accuracy wise, but there was no power behind them. We briefly finished up with a knee pressing against the others crotch, pushing but doing no damage.

In a change of tactics Angie pushed me away, and leapt to her feet. I followed suit, but more slowly noting that she made no attempt to attack me while I was climbing to my feet.

It seemed likely that there wasn't very long left to our contest. Apparently Angie wanted some smacking time, but after taking two well directed hits on the sorest of her boobs, she tried kicking instead, which I had no trouble avoiding. It seemed to me that I could count the clock down like that quite happily.

Seeing that I was backing off and not kicking back, Angie got carried away and left herself so exposed that I had no trouble landing my one and only kick right between her legs, dropping her to the floor.

This wasn't like my earlier pussy pounding contest with Carla and there was no need to give her time to recover, so I literally dived onto her body seeking my two standard targets. Angie might have been hurt, but she still wasn't prepared to suffer on her own. Finding energy from somewhere we fought on the floor, grabbing what we could when we could, expanding our repertoire to tummy flesh, thighs, bum cheeks and not forgetting tits and pubes.

Angie was clearly tiring, but there was still venom in her holds and, as a result, there was also plenty in mine.

I vaguely heard someone call thirty seconds, and realised that Angie must have heard it too. Instead of limiting her suffering, knowing that she had lost, she threw caution even further to the wind, leaving herself open at the same time. It was her breasts that suffered, as I ignored what she was doing to mine.

A round of applause from the others greeted the end of the match and I could see that poor Angie's tits looked in a dreadful state when I removed my fingers from them. Mind you mine didn't look pristine either. Five minutes later both looked rather better as the red marks faded away, leaving only battle wounds.

Carla's fight against the taller blond started well, and it briefly looked as if we might get another good fight. The first five minutes ended without any score but then things changed. Carla literally ripped the blonde's knickers to shreds, tied her up and calmly but not violently took a boob and pussy in her hands, quickly obtaining a submission.

Two further submissions followed and, even though there were nearly seven minutes left the blond submitted the whole match. She did not have the skills to stop Carla getting her into holds (a lovely grapevine), where Carla had free access to all and any targets, which she was powerless to stop.

Bobby's fight lasted even less time. At the start of round two she removed her opponent's knickers and grabbed pussy which obtained an instant submission of the whole contest. Her opponent clearly didn't want anyone pulling her pussy. Bobby was very disappointed, especially as she was the one who had arranged the fights and clearly thought that all three girls knew what they were letting themselves in for.

The blond and Bobby's opponent chatted afterwards and ascertained that the latter didn't mind having her tits grabbed, but had plans for the evening which ruled out having a painful pussy. There was still plenty of adrenaline in the air and so the Blond proposed that, rather than waste the rest of the time, they have a who can suffer having their tits mauled the longest fight – no wrestling, just mauling.

There was quite some difference in tit size, but an equal enthusiasm. The Blonde probably had too much to grab hold of, whereas her small boobs gave a more concentrated target. At any rate the Blonde was the one who quit first, allowing Bobby's opponent to regain a bit of street cred (as she said).

Looking at the state of Angie's boobs, you wouldn't have thought she could take any more, but she wasn't about to miss out on imposing herself on the other two. Firstly she took on Bobby's opponent. Although she winced a lot Angie, being Angie, refused to quit and the holds became more painful than in the first tit-mauling contest. Her opponent was not ready to give, having one win under her belt and the two moved on from squeezing and pulling to more sadistic holds. Bobby's opponent's tits were soon showing nearly as many marks as Angie's and, although she did eventually quit, she was very proud of the marks and what it said about her resistance to pain (as long as it wasn't coming from her pussy).

Angie must have been very sore but she immediately took on the Blonde. Having seen what Angie was prepared to do to win, the Blonde wasted no time attacking Angie's boob that I had concentrated on with one hand and the nipple on Angie's other boob. Angie enjoyed stretching very white Blonde boobs as far as they would go, and turning them as red as possible, but the Blonde knew that Angie's resilience to pain couldn't last forever. Added to that she wanted to finish with at least one win and so, rather begrudgingly, Angie finally accepted to call a halt.

Poor Bobby was left with unblemished boobs and it could not be said that Carla's had suffered that much, though the Blonde had initially matched her in that aspect. Bobby would have liked a booby fight with Carla, but Carla knew how immune to pain Bobby had shown herself before and there was no way that she was going to allow her boobs to be destroyed for nothing.

Seeing Bobby's disappointment the Blonde and her initial opponent offered to take her on, on a two on one basis, for a limited amount of time of tit slapping. This was better than nothing, and Bobby wasn't ready to turn the offer down. Bobby's tits got well and truly slapped, as she couldn't block two at once. She did, however, slap away to good effect herself, landing several powerful blows that stopped her attacker in her tracks.

We called out that there were thirty seconds left and her two emboldened attackers rushed her to take tits in hand seemingly as viciously as they could. Bobby's eyes were a picture as she ignored the pain and mauled their tits back. The Blonde then made Bobby's day by clawing Bobby's pussy, safe in the knowledge that Bobby couldn't retaliate. It must be the first time I've seen someone happy to have their crotch clawed!

That indeed was the end of being hurt, though we must all have felt some pain or discomfort for several days after. Personally I considered that such suffering was well worthwhile, and I hoped that it might be renewed at some later date.