Schadenfreude
By Joebur68

“ So, you’ve done some catfighting before?” asked Jakki, her hands rammed deep in the pockets of her robe as she appraised the woman stood in her doorway. “That was a non-negotiable when I contacted the agency.”
“Yeah, a little,” mumbled the woman, her eyes hidden behind long, blond bangs. “The agency thought I was the best fit for your request.”
“Hmmm, well, we’ll see. Come on, then. Let’s get you to the ring and see what we’re dealing with,” sighed Jakki almost reluctantly, ushering the woman, who was dressed in a long trenchcoat, out of the cold desert night and into the warm glow of the house. The woman kept her eyes cast downwards as she stepped inside.
“C’mon, this way,” Jakki almost snapped, her irritation barely contained. She had wanted a challenge, not another squash match. It had been nearly a year since she’d been on the losing end of a triple threat match- even though it wasn’t her that had conceded the fall- and she was still pissed about it. Initially, she’d tried goading either of the other fighters into a one-on-one but they had blanked her. So, instead, she’d taken to paying agencies to supply her with someone to fight. However, every match-up so far had been with complete novices and totally one sided, giving her hollow victories but no real satisfaction.
In the converted basement, both women kicked off their shoes, climbed into the ring and stood opposite each other. Jakki rolled her eyes as the woman still refused to look her in the eye, shuffling uncomfortably in her coat.
“Right. This is a catfight, ok? Anything goes and only stops when one of us can’t continue. Clear?” The shy blond simply gave a slight nod of ascent. Grinding her teeth, Jakki ran her hands through her shoulder length brunette tresses. Perhaps a beat down might prove a little cathartic. “What’s your name?” she asked.
“ S..Suzi,”
“Well, S..Suzi, let’s see what you’ve got,” challenged the cocky Brit, shimmying out of her robe. Her trim, athletic, tanned frame gleamed in the light; her small pert breasts topped by erect, dark nipples were uncovered, as per her stipulation. The muscles in her stomach and legs were clearly defined by the low body fat, which seemed most centralised on her plump, rounded ass that was barely covered by a pair of black bikini briefs. Reluctantly, Suzi followed suit, shedding the long coat- her pale, almost porcelain complexion and curvaceous physique in direct contrast to Jakki. Large, pendulous breasts, thick, fleshy thighs and a wide, soft ass combined with a slightly stooped posture drew a derisive snort from Jakki. “Another fatty for me to hurt,” she scoffed, making no effort to hide her contempt. Still, Suzi avoided eye contact, instead choosing to smooth her red tanga briefs flat.
“ Ok. Let’s get this over with,” huffed Jakki, slowly starting to circle. “Just try to last a few minutes.” With that, she darted forward….. straight into a hard stinging slap right across the face! It took a second for the blow to actually register with Jakki, who stopped dead, her vision blurred by watering eyes. Immeadiately, a brutal kick straight to the stunned Brit’s abdominals folded Jakki in half. Clutching her stomach in agony, the slim brunette staggered forward a few steps, winded and shocked. What the fuck? This was going to be a walk over! What was happening?
Her train of thought was interrupted by a new burst of pain as ten finger nails dug into her scalp and her hair was grabbed at the roots. With a squeal of distress, Jakki was wrenched around in an arc and span across the ring, her shoulders and neck crashing into the middle turnbuckle pad, where she slumped breathless, her eyes closed in pain. The pressure of a foot pushing down on her upper chest, pinning her head and neck to the bottom pad, caused her to look up. The curvy blond towered over her, affording Jakki an oblique view of the thick, fleshy thighs, slightly overhanging tummy and mammoth breasts overhead. The face smiling down at the trapped fighter was fully of malicious glee.
“Oh gosh! Was this not what you were expecting?” grinned Suzi, grinding her heel into the top of Jakki’s slight cleavage. “Did you think this was going to be another walk over? You see – I know all about you, Jak-ki,” the blond bombshell deliberately emphasised the syllables. “We have a mutual friend.” Before Jakki could ask, Suzi pushed the foot pinning her up under the Brit’s chin, then, grasping the top rope in both hands, leaned back and pushed forward. Jakki cried out as her head was forced over the curve of the padded buckle. Frantically, she scrabbled at the pinning foo and anklet. It didn’t help. Suzi was too strong and Jakki was slowly pushed further over the leather pad. As it rested between the Brit’s shoulder blades, Suzi released the pressure and slammed her heel into the defenceless abs of her trapped opponent. Again, Jakki cried out, rolling into a ball as she cradled her bruised stomach muscles. But there was to be no respite. Again, her hair was grabbed and she was pulled into a kneeling position only for a hard knee to the face to knock her backwards, Jakki’s shins trapped under her thighs as she fell flat. Dazed and woozy, the usually-cocky Brit snapped back to awareness as she felt the pressure of the heel again; only this time it was resting on her pussy. “Oh yeah- I know all about you, bitch,” snarled her tormentor. ” Your cheating, your endless fucking talking and your obsession with your opponent’s tits!” Suzi paused to laugh “I suppose, though, if I had a body like yours, I’d be jealous too. God, you’re like a pre-pubescent boy!” With that insult, the blond pushed her foot down, eliciting a scream for Jakki. “Yeah – Reena told me all about you!” smiled Suzi, lifting her foot and walking out of Jakki’s field of vision.
Reena! Jakki couldn’t believe it. Hadn’t that fucking cow caused her enough pain already? Too wrapped up in the reveal, Jakki didn’t notice, until it was too late, Suzi’s feet planting themselves either side of her head, pinning her fanned-out hair to the canvas. Unable to move her head, Jakki was staring straight up towards the thin strip of red cotton that peeked from the very small space between Suzi’s pale thighs. An instant later, the Brit’s wrists were grabbed and hoisted upwards. Inevitably, her shoulders and neck tried to follow the pull but the head was going nowhere! Once more, she screamed as her hair was nearly ripped from her scalp.
Knowing that the Brit was completely at her mercy, Suzi carried on the monologue. “Yeah – I had a fight with Reena back in the day. Time limit draw, if you’re interested. The thing is…well…. afterwards, we became good friends. Met up for drinks, met each other’s partners, hung out a lot. I was even a guest at the wedding.” Suzi dropped Jakki’s arms, letting her collapse to the mat, the injured Brit clutching at the side of her head. Not pausing, Suzi stepped down to Jakki’s feet, lifting both legs clear of the canvas. “Of coyrse, you know Reena’s wife, Jakki. Hell – you practically introduced them. She married Kriss, you remember- from your triple threat?” Jakki’s eyes blazed “What? They…aarrrgggghhhh!” Another stomp to the stomach cut her off. “Don’t interrupt!” snapped Suzi, relishing her dominance. Her hands massaging her increasingly bruised abs, Jakki finally got a true look at Suzi. Gone was the humble, meek facade of earlier. Suzi was stood taller, straighter, exuding confidence. Those sagging, pendulous breast were now full, jutting, engorged: the thighs were still thick but rippled with power, ready to pulverise the brunette if she was caught between them. “You cut me off again, Lady Di, and the next kick will be even lower!” The confident blond blew a strand of hair out of her eye line, raising the grip on the ankles. “Yeah, as I was saying, Reena told me all about you. She described to a tee – ratty brown hair, ‘holier-than’ thou’ smirk, scrawny, malnourished body, all the curves of a corndog stick. The only thing she got wrong was the height- I thought you’d be taller.” Suzi paused, relishing the next line. She pushed the raised legs wider and leaned forward into the gap, the stretch making Jakki grimace and hold the pulled tendons in her groin. “Perhaps you lost a couple of inches when she spiked you with that piledriver?” As Suzi stood back up straight, laughing, Jakki flashbacked to the incident – the ring upside down, the mat rushing toward her, the fear, the pain. She was snapped back by the gleeful cackle from above. “I loved hearing that part of the story, especially when you were begging. “ Oh God, please, Reena, please!”” the blonde pawg powerhouse crowed in a mock-English accent. “Jeez – everything you’d done in those two fights- every overly-nasty hold, every little snide comment, every over-personal touch and you thought she’d let you off?” Jakki couldn’t stop herself. “Fuck you, you fat shit! I’m…. Nnnnyyyyyaaaaahhhhhh!!!!” She was cut off into a pain-drenched scream as Suzi’s heel crashed down into her pussy. Wailing in agony, the brutalised brunette cupped her wounded mound, still trapped on the mat. “I warned you not to talk! Jesus, you Brits! You think the rules don’t apply! Anyway, back to work,” snarled the pawg, completely dominant.
Suzi dropped Jakki’s right leg to the mat, snaked her own left leg over the front of the Brunette victim’s left knee and dropped to her ample butt, crossing her right ankle over her left, grapevining Jakki’s trapped limb. Then, rolling slightly to her right, the vengeful blond pushed the knee downwards with her heels while pushing the trapped foot away from her, bending the leg horribly painfully against the joint. Jakki tried to stretch down to support her knee but a flex from Suzi had her flat on her back, her contorted face tilted backwards, almost beside herself with torment. “Reena also told me about the messages you’d been sending her online, trying to get her back in the ring. All those foul things you wrote, trying to piss her off.” Again, Suzi pushed, raising another scream from the desperate Jakki, the leg now too straightened. “She’s not interested, you know? You’re old news. She’s moved on. But….the thing is….. it pissed me off! So, when the agency advertised the job, it didn’t take a genius to work out who the client was – British, wanted a fight, had her own ring. Talk about fate! And then when I found out about the beat-downs you’ve been handing out to some of the other girls, well…. I thought what the hell, let’s give this nasty little bitch a taste of her own medicine. You see…,” Suzi paused to flex backwards again, ripping another scream from the seriously weakened Brit.“….I’ve had more than a couple of catfights and, although I ‘m usually a bit…er…” she stopped to find the right word “…reluctant to really try and hurt my opponent, when I knew it was you, I thought ‘fuck it…do it to her ‘cause she’ll do it to me!’ Wise words, don’t you agree, Jak- Ki?” The question was answered by another blood-curdling scream as Suzi arched her back, forcing Jakki’s knee beyond 180 degrees. Clutching at the weave of the canvas mat, Jakki could only flail in agony, her vision blurred by tears. “Christ… please… arrgghh … fuck!”
Suddenly, unexpectedly, the pressure eased. “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” Jakki heard Suzi exclaim but was in too much pain to fully focus. Was the pawg cow feeling regret? Could she use this to her advantage and mount a comeback? The answer was swift and emphatic. Suzi butt-dropped onto Jakki’s lower stomach, quickly pinning the Brit’s arms to her sides with her knees. “I’m sorry…. That was a wrestling move and you wanted a catfight. Here, let me correct my mistake.” And, with mischievous glee, the dominant blond ripped at Jakki’s gym-honed abs with her red-varnished talons. Again, Jakki cried out but was unable to move. “Those are impressive abs,” Suzi nodded in mock appreciation. “For all the good they’ve done you tonight.” Finally, Jakki’s understood the rage of being subjected to the opponent’s mocking monologue. “You fat bitch!” she screamed, her reddened face, streaked with running mascara, contorted in pain and rage. “You wait. I’m gonna ….” Another rake across the stomach cut her off into a scream again. “Yeah, yeah….. now, why did you emphasise a topless catfight, I wonder? I mean, I’m into women but I like a more natural shape. You’re like a surf board with a couple of M&M’s glued to it!” Suzi put her hand to her mouth in a mock melodramatic way, as if a brainwave had just struck her. “Perhaps that’s it? Maybe you want me to try and help you grow bigger tits? Well, let’s see if we can make them swell up!” With that, the powerhouse pawg leaned forward, grasped a small, pert breast in each hand and began to dig, twist and pull. “ NNNNNAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!” howled Jakki, her head pushing into the canvas, levering her neck and shoulders clear of the mat. Suzi kept up the tit torture for a couple of minutes until letting go. Jakki flopped back onto the ring floor, the red scratch marks vibrant against the fake-tanned skin.
Once more, Suzi returned to a previous tactic, taking a hand full of hair to pull the wrecked brunette into a sitting position as she walked around behind Jakki. Absolutely exhausted, the Brit could barely stay upright. She had nothing left. Dropping to her knees behind the formerly cocky catfighter, Suzi locked in a naked rear choke. Pawing at the forearm crushing into her larynx, Jakki gagged and gasped but, deep down, she knew it was hopeless. As she began to sag, Suzi whispered in her ear “Oh no, you’re not passing out…not yet. I’ve got a couple of treats left for you. Also, it’ll be a nice little something for a few of my friends. Do you know what schadenfreude is, Jak-ki?” Suzi hissed, really leaning into the choke, forcing Jakki’s throat even tighter against the brawny arm encircling it. “It’s a German word meaning shameful joy. Taking pleasure in someone else’s misery.” Suzi leaned in even further, the weight of her upper body pushing down on the back of Jakki’s head. As the last of the oxygen ran out, the brunette’s eyes rolled upwards, she began to grunt and drool and then fell limp. With that, the blond released the hold, allowing the near-unconscious Jakki to topple to the mat. Pushing her peroxide tresses back from her eyes, Suzi walked to the ropes, slipped through them and reached into her coat pocket, pulling out her i-phone and telescopic selfie stick.
Re-entering the ring, she again grabbed Jakki by the sweat-laden hair and pulled her without any resistance at all into a sitting position. “Just want a couple of selfies,” she smiled as Jakki’s eyes rolled and her mouth hung open. “First – a nice tit smother.” With that, the blond pulled the helpless Jakki toward her, the senseless Brit’s face buried between the mountainous cleavage of her persecutor. “Here we go, Mary Poppins – smile,” trilled Suzi, wrapping her right arm around her huge tits to raise them and swamp the trapped head of her victim. Her left arm extended in front of her, Suzi pouted at the stick-secured camera, making sure the full spectacle was captured. “Lovely. Now, selfie two,” she announced to her unresponsive audience as she pushed Jakki off of her. With a groan, the Brit fell backwards. Again, the hair grab lifted Jakki up and forward onto her stomach. However, the vengeful blond pawg kept her grip on the brunette tresses, holding the senseless head high enough to let her slide her thick, pale thighs either side of Jakki’s throat. As the blond pawg snapped her legs together, the flesh of her upper thighs seemed to mould around the Brit’s cheeks, pushing them up and making them almost comically puffy. Suzi gave a little wriggle to get comfortable and pulled Jakki’s mouth and nose into the red fabric that barely covered her mound. “It’s not as hot, sweaty or fragrant down there as I’d have hoped for, Jak-ki, but you’ve not really made me work for this victory, have you?” Once she was happy with the angles, Suzi leaned back onto the canvas and extended her hands behind her head. Click! The perspective was impressive – the arms narrowing to Suzi’s inverted beaming face, below which swelled her mighty bosom, a slight muffin top, a flash of red cotton and the red, sweat-stained, squashed upper face of Jakki, surrounded by the pliant, alabaster thighs. Even though the photo was taken, Suzi held the scissors for a little longer. Truth to tell, Jakki’s laboured, shallow breaths were tickling the pawg’s pussy, sending shudders of joy through her body.
Ignoring the inadvertent pleasures below, Suzi uncrossed her ankles and pushed Jakki away from her, the Brit slumping like a puppet whose strings had been cut. However, there wasn’t going to be any respite for her just yet. Kneeling over the near-unconscious woman, Suzi slapped at Jakki’s face, rousing her slightly. “C’mon, Duchess – wakey, wakey. You don’t want to miss the grand finale, do you?” Laying the helpless Brit flat on her back, Suzi stood over her, waiting for the blearly eyes to open. She wanted the cocky brunette to see exactly what was coming!
Slowly, Jakki started to become aware of her surroundings – was it over? Her body ached and hurt all over but nothing was being twisted, stretched or crushed. Gradually, her eyelids fluttered open……. to look straight up at Suzi’s huge ass hovering directly over her face. “What? God! No, no…hhhmmmmppphhhh!!!” Her pleas and protests were cut off abruptly as Suzi sat down, the large, curved cheeks framing Jakki’s chin, mouth and nose. “Smile for the camera,” laughed Suzi, holding the phone high above her right shoulder, the resulting photo capturing the agony and the ecstasy- Suzi’s mischievous twinkling smile in the bottom corner of the screen, her lower back beautifully arching into the gorgeous, full rounded ass, still shaped by the stretched scarlet tanga briefs and, there between the top of the butt cheeks, the startled, shocked eyes of Jakki, her hair fanning across the matt like a peacocks tail. Suzi kept her seat, ignoring the muffled cries from under her as she scrolled through the photos. “These are amazing. I’ve really caught the moment, don’t you think?” She turned to show Jakki but the Brit had finally succumbed. The weight of the pawg’s ass and the lack of oxygen had rendered her unconscious. “Oh....that’s a shame. Well, still time for one more shot.” With that, Suzi stood up, stretched and took the traditional victory pose – her foot on the chest of her vanquished opponent (making sure that she was squeezing one of those brown, erect nipples between her toes) while she flexed her other arm in a ‘muscle pose’. Checking the last photo and feeling very satisfied with her work, Suzi stepped off and looked down at the defeated Jakki. She didn’t feel any pity or remorse. The bitch had had this coming for a long time. A final malicious thought occurred. The agency kept all the contact details of the clients. Perhaps a final message to Jakki was in order? Stepping off of the unresponsive brunette, Suzi bent down, took hold of the waist band of Jakki’s black briefs and rolled them down her legs, exposing her completely bald pussy. For a final time, Suzi pulled Jakki into a sitting position before seating herself behind her ruined victim. Her beefy thighs either side of the Brit’s narrow hips, Suzi pushed her feet between Jakki’s calves and levered the woman’s legs apart, exposing her completely. Then, switching to video mode, Suzi held the selfie stick out in front, the whole scene captured. “Hello, Jak-ki,” Suzi sneered, grasping Jakki’s unconscious lolling head so that it looked straight at the camera. “Consider this a friendly warning. I’ve taken great glee in beating the absolute hell out of you tonight and am more than happy to do it again, anytime and anyplace. But, if you go after any of my friends online again, or beat up any more unsuspecting co-workers, this video, of you in your defeated, naked glory,” she quickly scanned the camera over the entire limp, battered body of the senseless Brit, ”gets posted for all the world to see. Message received?” Contemptuously, Suzi pushed Jakki’s shattered form away from her and switched off the camera.
Having slipped on her shoes and coat, Suzi headed up out of the basement to the front door. Scrolling through whatsapp, she called up Reena and Kriss’ number as well as that of the girls that had been beaten up by Jakki previously. Attaching the four photos (not the video- that was for Jakki only), she added the message ‘I’ve just spent a lovely evening teaching our mutual friend, English Jakki, an overdue lesson!” before sending. As she opened the door, Suzi paused and listened. There was definite sounds of movement coming from downstairs. She listened. First, a massive gulp of air……. some raucous coughing …. Pause…. then a long, wailing scream of pain, anger and humiliation. Suzi laughed aloud. Job done!!!

Fin