Marissa vs Kristen II

Four months have passed since Marissa had suffered a terrible loss at the hands of her former best friend Kristen. Kristen had not only kicked Marissa’s ass but she had thoroughly humiliated her, slept with her man and taken her man from her. It had taken about a week for Marissa to physically get over the beating Kristen had dished out but the mental part had taken much longer. In fact the wounds were still open and Marissa’s pride was still severely wounded. Marissa had started weight training about a week after her beating so she would be stronger and be able to defend herself from another woman taking advantage of her.
Marissa had emailed Kristen about a week ago and challenged her to another fight. Kristen had responded to the email and told Marissa that she would be happy to kick her ass again. Marissa did not talk trash back to Kristen she just made sure that she accepted the challenge. After several hours of searching on the internet Marissa found what she was looking for, she found a gym in the city that a company used to film women catfighting and wrestling. There were mats setup for wrestling matches and a four sided cage setup for hardcore matches. She contacted the company and made arrangements to rent the gym from 12 to 5 this next Saturday. They asked her why she wanted to rent the gym and Marissa explained why. The owner of the gym and company made Marissa a deal that if they could record the catfight and sell it on their website then he would not charge her any rent at all. Marissa emailed Kristen and asked her if that would be ok. Kristen responded with a hell yea. So Marissa called the owner back and made the arrangements. Marissa’s only request was that the camera person be a woman and not a guy. He assured her that one of the women that normally fight for the company would film the fight. The date and the time were set. The rules agreed upon were that there would be no rules. Anything goes and the loser has to be the winner’s slave for the rest of the weekend. The only way one of them could win is to make her opponent admit who the better woman is.
Saturday finally arrived and Marissa made sure to arrive at the gym early. It was about 11:30 when she arrived and she found the girl there that would be filming the match. Marissa grabbed her bag from her car and went inside. She saw the girl and she was a beautiful brunette. About 5’8” toned body and large breasts. Marissa walked up to her and introduced herself, “Hey I am Marissa. I’m here for the fight this afternoon.”
“Hi I’m Jennifer. The owner told me a little bit about the fight. Kristen is actually here already. She’s in one of the locker rooms getting dressed right now.”
Marissa looked shock that Kristen was here already. She was still nervous about seeing Kristen as she se hadn’t seen her since Kristen had kicked her ass. “Oh ok. “She responded.
“The locker room on the left is yours. Kristen is in the one on the right. Go get dressed and let me know when you are ready. Oh and before you get ready I want to go over the rules of the fight before we get started.”
“There are no rules. Kristen and I agreed that anything goes and the only way the match ends is when one of us admits the other one is the better woman” Marissa quickly responded.
“Ok I just wanted to make sure that both of you had the same understanding. Kristen told me what happened during your last fight. Good luck today…I know that must have been tough to live with” Jennifer said to Marissa.
Marissa’s face turned a little red after hearing that Kristen had told Jennifer about there first fight. She wondered if Kristen had detailed the humiliating things she had done to her that weekend. Marissa had been Kristen’s submissive little bitch that weekend. “Thanks Jennifer. I’ll be back after I get dressed. “
Marissa changed into her clothes. She was wearing cutoff jean shorts that barely even covered her crotch, a white mini t-shirt that fit her very tight with the word “Princess” on the front, and underneath she had a matching red bra and a thong panties set. She walked out of the locker room and saw Kristen talking to Jennifer. Marissa almost couldn’t believe her eyes. Kristen looked great. She had lost some weight…well not really she had lost fat and replaced it with muscle. She was still the kind of girl that would be curvy but she looked amazing. Her breasts were still just as big as they always had been and she had a very nice tan now. Marissa had not counted on Kristen being in this good of shape. She had planned on having the strength advantage but now she was not so sure. Kristen was wearing a very short pair of jogging shorts and she had a black mini t-shirt hat had the word “Bitch” on it. The t-shirt was cutoff right underneath her breasts. Kristen had about a 25 pound weight advantage over her.
Both girls glared at each other and just as Jennifer started recording Marissa charged Kristen. Kristen stepped to the side and grabbed Marissa by her golden hair. Marissa returned the favor and grabbed Kristen’s brown hair. Both women struggled for control. They finally fell to the ground grunting and moaning from their hair being pulled. They rolled all over the ground first Kristen had the advantage then Marissa had the advantage. They were each lying on their side…it was a battle of strength to see who could get on top. Marissa tried as hard as she could but Kristen was gaining the advantage. Finally Kristen was on top of Marissa and straddling her stomach and holding both of her wrists. She was stuck already and the fight had just started. Suddenly, Kirsten let go of her wrists and let out a barrage of slaps. Marissa did not react quickly enough and Kristen landing 4 stinging slaps on Marissa’s face. Marissa let out a moan and brought her hands up to protect her face. When she did that Kristen started pounding her stomach with repeated punches. Marissa tried to tighten her abs and it was effective for the first few punches but Kristen was punching so hard that her abs wore down and Kristen started to punish her. Kristen had knocked the wind out of Marissa and Marissa was hurting. Kristen then stood up and stomped Marissa’s stomach again. Marissa curled up in the fetal position using one arm to protect her face and the other to protect her stomach. Kristin walked around her being cocky and stalking her prey. She then grabbed Marissa’s blonde hair and hauled her to her feet. Marissa slowly got to her feet clutching her aching stomach when Kristen slapped her across the face and sent her sprawling back to the mat again. Then Kristen got down on the ground next to Marissa and forced her into a sitting position then applied a sleeper hold to Marissa. Marissa was having trouble breathing and she was getting desperate. Her arms were flailing and then she started trying to pry Kristen’s arm away from her neck. She could not believe that Kristen was kicking her ass so bad yet again. Marissa started to get weak and her eyes fluttered then she was out. Kristen let go of the hold and Marissa slumped to the ground, limp and laid out. Kristen laid her out spread eagle and planted her foot in between Marissa’s breasts and struck a dominating victory pose, flexing her arm muscles. She did this for almost a full minute and Marissa was helpless to stop the humiliation. Kristen then reached down and pulled Marissa’s shirt off revealing her red bra. Then Kristen stripped Marissa’s cutoff shorts off of her body. She rolled Marissa on her side and unlatched her bra and relieved her of that too. Then finally she slid Marissa’s panties off of her body revealing Marissa’s blonde bush. Marissa was out still and her arch rival had stripped her completely naked while completely dominating her.
Marissa started to come to so Kristen reached down and grabbed Marissa’s blonde hair again. She pulled her to her feet and Marissa did not resist. She was too weak from being knocked out by Kristen. Kristen was in complete control of Marissa and she held Marissa by her hair. Marissa’s arms hung by her side and she was not resisting Kristen’s control. Kristen started walking towards the cage and Marissa was being led by her hair into the cage. Once Kristen had led Marissa into the cage she started running towards the far side of the cage then stopped and threw Marissa against the wall of the cage. Marissa let out a scream as her body slammed against the unforgiving metal of the cage. Kristen was on her quickly and slammed Marissa into one of the corners of the cage and her back took all of the impact. Kristen slowly walked over to the hurting Marissa and cupped Marissa’s chin in her left hand and then cocked her right arm. She threw a knockout punch at Marissa’s face but just then Marissa ducked and Kristen punched the metal pole. Kristen screamed and clutched her hand. Marissa was on her knees in front of Kristen and took advantage of the situation. She punched Kristen right in the pussy. Kristen’s jaw dropped upon impact and she fell to the ground clutching her wounded womanhood. Marissa dropped to her knees next to Kristen and grabbed Kristen by the hair with her left hand and started pounding Kristen’s forehead her right hand which was balled up in a fist. She hit Kristen 10 times before she slammed Kristen’s head into the ground. Kristen was dazed from the flurry of blows to her head. Marissa hauled Kristen to her feet and looked Kristen right in the eyes, “Now it’s my turn!” she yelled. She slammed Kristen into the cage then grabbed Kristen’s hair again and started rubbing her forehead into the metal. Kristen screamed and so Marissa turned her around and slapped her across the face. She followed up the slap with a flurry of punches to Kristen’s soft stomach. Kristen clutched her stomach and when she was bent over Marissa grabbed Kristen’s head and shoved it between her legs. Marissa grabbed Kristen’s mid section and pulled with all of her strength. She got Kristen into the pile driver position then jumped in the air and executed the pile driver. Kristen’s head slammed into the ground and her body went limp. Marissa shoved Kristen off of her legs and Kristen’s limp body rolled onto her back.
Marissa stood up and stared down at Kristen, “Its payback time bitch!”
She then reached down and pulled Kristen’s shirt off revealing that Kristen did not have a bra on and showing off Kristen’s beautiful D cup breasts. Marissa then pulled Kristen’s shorts off so all could see her very nice shaved pussy. Marissa discarded Kristen’s clothes and straddled Kristen’s stomach. Marissa leaned down and started rubbing her breasts on Kirsten’s. While Kristen’s breasts were larger and fuller than hers she still got her desired effect. Kristen’s nipples became rock hard. She then started kissing Kristen on her face while continuing the breast rubbing. Finally Marissa sat up and grabbed Kristen’s rock hard nipples and viciously started twisting them. This brought Kristen out of her slumber as she let out a scream. Marissa poured the pressure on and Kristen’s hands grabbed Marissa’s wrists and started trying to pry them from her nipples but she could not break the hold. Marissa let go of Kristen’s nipples and slapped her hard. Kristen let out a load moan. Marissa quickly turned around and applied a reverse facesit. She made sure her pussy was covering Kristen’s mouth and Kristen’s nose was right up her ass. She had the perfect facesit and started grinding. Kristen was now the one who was helpless as Marissa grinded on her face. Marissa kept the facesitting going for another few minutes till Kristin stopped moving. Marissa stood up and stared down at her handiwork. She had knocked her rival out for a second time.
Marissa was starting to feel vindicated for the way that Kristen had abused her in their last fight. She knew she was not that big of a pussy and could do better. She walked back to her locker room and returned a moment later with a bag. She opened the bag and let the contents fall onto the floor of the caged area. There was a dildo, a vibrator, handcuffs, nipples clamps, a riding crop and a strap on dildo. Apparently Marissa planned to humiliate Kristen in a way that would leave her scarred the same way she had scarred Marissa in their last fight. Marissa grabbed the vibrator and got on her knees between Kristen’s legs. She spread Kristen’s legs wide so the camera could get a good shot of what she was going to do. Marissa turned the vibrator on high and slowly inserted it into Kristen’s pussy. To her surprise Kristen was dripping wet. Marissa had an evil smile on her face as she started working over Kristen’s pussy. She kept moving the vibrator in and out of her pussy and increasing the speed with which she was moving it. Kristen started to come around and she started moaning with sexual pleasure. Kristen was still weak from the beating Marissa had handed out to her. The fight had started so well for her but Marissa had taken control and owned her ass. She needed to recover and recover quickly because an orgasm would weaken her to the point she would have to be submissive to Marissa and be her slave for the rest of the weekend. She laid on her back trying to recover and let Marissa fuck her with the vibrator. When she started to come to a little bit more she started talking, “What are you doing? Stop that!”
“Hell no bitch! This is payback for you ruining my life and taking my man away from me! You are going to pay for what you did to me!” Marissa responded.
“Please Marissa, don’t do this. Don’t make me cum.”
This made Marissa pick up the pace and become more obsessed with making Kristen cum. This is what Kristen wanted. She waited till Marissa was completely distracted and focused on her pussy. Then she struck, she grabbed Marissa by the hair and threw her to the side. She jumped on top of Marissa before she could react and slammed her head into the floor. Marissa was dazed because she never saw the attack coming and this gave Kristen time to remove the vibrator from her pussy. While Marissa was dazed Kristen placed a head scissors on her and started squeezing tightly. Marissa’s arms started slapping at Kristen’s legs but she couldn’t do anything. She was stuck and Kristen took advantage of it. Kristen grabbed the vibrator and shoved it into Marissa’s mouth. She worked the Vibrator in and out over and over again making Marissa gag as she tried to fit the whole thing in her mouth. Marissa’s flailing started to get weaker. Between the head scissors cutting her air off and the vibrator stuffed in her mouth she could hardly breathe. Finally Marissa went out and her body went limp. Kristen released Marissa from the head scissors and shoved her limp body away. Kristen took a moment to collect herself and make sure she was ok. She then rolled Marissa onto her back, grabbed her arms, laid them out above her head and then pinned them down to the ground. She slapped Marissa to revive her and Marissa slowly came out of her slumber. Kristen had her in a bad position and started laughing. She slowly ran her hands all over Marissa’s breasts and started to massage them. Marissa’s nipples were getting hard so she started lightly tweaking them. Marissa was struggling to get free and stop Kristen from fondling her but she was stuck. Finally, she stopped resisting and let Kristen have her way with her breasts when she realized that she was pinned down. Kirsten continued playing with Marissa’s breasts for several minutes till she was satisfied that she had started to humiliate Marissa. Then she moved forward and placed her ass and pussy on Marissa’s face. She started to grind on Marissa’s face and she placed her hands on her hips in a dominating position. When she noticed Marissa getting weak her lifted herself off of her slightly so Marissa could breathe. She repeated this humiliating technique several times to further humiliate her rival. Marissa was very worn down from the facesitting and Kristen could tell. Finally Kristen stood up and got off of Marissa’s face. Marissa laid on the floor breathing heavy but did not move. Her arms were still lying above her head and she was spread eagle. Kristen walked over to the toys that Marissa had brought and grabbed the handcuffs. She went back to Marissa and rolled her on her stomach. The she grabbed one of her arms and pulled it behind her back. When Marissa felt the handcuff lock around one of her wrists she started trashing and screaming. Kristen placed all of her weight on Marissa’s back and Marissa’s actions were in vain. Kristen was able to pull her other arm behind her back and secure it in the handcuffs. Then Kristen started to laugh, “Well Marissa it looks like you are kind of stuck.”
“Fuck you bitch! Let me out of this!” Marissa yelled.
“Oh I don’t think so Marissa. It’s time to finish you off and make sure you know once and for all who the better woman is…and that is me.”
Kristen got off of Marissa’s back and grabbed her by her hair. She pulled hard forcing Marissa to her knees. Kristen kept a hold on Marissa’s hair and she forced Marissa’s face right up to her pussy. “Now kiss it Marissa” Kristen ordered.
Marissa refused to kiss Kristen’s pussy but a slap across her face changed her mind. Marissa started to cry a little bit as she kissed Kristen’s womanhood. Marissa kept kissing it for about a minute till Kristen ordered her to stop. Then Kristen grabbed the nipple clamps and came back to Marissa.
“Oh please don’t Kristen. Pease don’t hurt my nipples” Marissa begged.
Kristen ignored Marissa’s pleas and applied the nipple clamps. Marissa cried out in pain at the pressure being applied to her sensitive nipples. She looked down at her breasts but she was helpless to do anything about the torture. Kristen was smiling at Marissa and got down onto her knees so she was face to face with Marissa. “Do you want me to take them off?” Kristen asked.
“Please take them off. Oh it hurts. Oh my god please take them off” Marissa begged her rival.
“If you are a good girl then I might take them off. Now are you going to be a good little girl?”
“Yes I am going to be a good little girl” Marissa replied.
Kristen laughed at Marissa’s pathetic pleas. “Good. The first thing you are going to do is kiss each of my breasts. “
Marissa quickly complied and kissed both of Kristen’s breasts. Then Kristen flexed both of her arms and Marissa, without being told to, kissed each of Kristen’s biceps then kissed each breast again. “I am impressed Marissa. You are learning your place quickly. “
“I told you I was going to be a good little girl. Now please stop hurting my nipples. Please Kristen. I’ll do whatever you want.”
Finally Kristen removed the nipple clamps and Marissa thanked her. Kristen then walked over to the strap on dildo and put it on and strapped it in place. She walked back to Marissa and put the rubber cock right in front of Marissa’s face. She rubbed the strap on all over Marissa’s face then let it come to rest on Marissa’s lips. Without being told to Marissa opened her mouth and took as much of the dildo in as she could and started sucking on it like it was a real cock. Marissa sucked on Kristen’s fake cock for about a minute than Kristen pulled it out of Marissa’s mouth. She grabbed Marissa’s blonde hair and forced her to her feet. She made Marissa face the camera as she held her by the hair. “Ok Marissa, before we go any further I want to you to admit who the better woman is.”
Marissa stared at the camera and said, “You’re the better woman Kristen.”
“And who is my little bitch?”
“I’m your little bitch.” Marissa admitted.
“Good. I’m glad to see your finally getting the picture. Now, how many times have I defeated you?”
“Twice. You’ve kicked my ass twice Kristen. You’re the better woman. Please let me go home.” Marissa started to cry a little bit this time.
Kristen wiped away Marissa’s tears. “Aw, are you crying little girl? Do you want your mommy?”
Marissa didn’t respond so Kristen slapped her and then asked again. “I asked you a question bitch. Do you want your mommy?”
Marissa finally answered, “Yes I want my mommy. “
“Well since I forced you to watch me fuck Zach last time I kicked your ass tell me who is better in bed.”
“You are Kristen. You’re better in bed than me. You’re the better woman.”
“Oh I am loving this! Now I want you to tell me all the reasons that I am the better woman.” Kristen said.
“Please don’t make me do this” Marissa begged.
“Answer me now bitch or the nipple clamps go back on and I am going to really hurt you.”
Marissa decided she did not want to be punished anymore and started talking, “You’re the better woman because you are prettier, you have a better body, you are better in bed than me, you’re smarter than me, you’re funnier than me and you do everything better than me. You’re the better woman. I admit it. You are better than me.”
Kristen had finally broken Marissa’s spirit. Marissa was completely under Kristen’s control and was helpless to do anything about it. Kristen let go of Marissa’s hair and went to get the keys to the handcuffs. She released Marissa from her bondage and tossed the handcuffs aside. “Now get down and start sucking again. It’s the only lube you are going to get.”
Marissa got on her knees in front of Kristen and started sucking the strap on dildo again. Marissa’s hands were resting on Kristen’s hips as she sucked the cock and tried to get it as wet as she could. Finally Kristen pulled the dildo out of Marissa’s mouth and ordered Marissa to get on her back. Marissa did as she was told and laid down and spread her legs. Kristen got on her knees and slowly slid the dildo into Marissa’s pussy. Kristen leaned forward so her breasts were on top of Marissa’s. Kristen’s breasts completely engulfed Marissa’s smaller breasts. Then she started fucking Marissa. She fucked her hard for about 15 minutes and forced 3 orgasms from Marissa. When she finally pulled out and got off of Marissa, Marissa just laid on the ground spread eagle breathing very heavily. Kristen took off the strap on and tossed it on the ground. She collected her clothes and went to the locker room to change. When she came out she had her shorts and shirt back on and she was carrying a bag. Marissa was still laid out on the ground. The camera had been filming Marissa from every angle while Kristen was changing. Kristen walked back to Marissa and pulled a dog collar and leash out of her bag. She kneeled down next to Marissa and put the dog collar around her throat and attached the leash to it. Kristen set the leash on the ground and collected all of Marissa’s clothes and toys and put them back into the bag Marissa brought with her. She put both bags over her shoulder and grabbed the leash.
“Get on your hands and knees like a good little doggy” Kirsten ordered.
Marissa got on her hands and knees at Kristen’s feet. Kristen started walking to the exit of the cage, leading Marissa with the leash. Marissa followed along behind Kristen on her hands and knees. Kristen led Marissa to the back door and opened it. She opened the door and forced the naked Marissa to her feet. She opened the back door to her SUV and made Marissa get in the back seat and lay down. She tossed the leash in with Marissa and shut the door. Kristen turned around to the camera that was following them to say one last thing, “I am taking my new slave home for the weekend. Marissa is my little bitch and she now knows once and for all who the superior woman is…and it’s me. “
Jennifer stopped filming and turned the camera off. “There is an open invitation if you and Marissa want to fight again. Though I don’t think she will ever challenge you again after what you just did to her. But if either of you ever want to fight other women then give me a call.”
“Oh I think Marissa has learned her lesson and learned her place. I’ll definitely think about it and give you a call when I want to fight again. But you can go ahead and start looking for other fights for Marissa. I am sure there are some other girls that will want to beat her ass” Kristen responded.
“Are you sure she will want to fight again?” Jennifer asked.
“She doesn’t have a choice. Marissa is going to do whatever I tell her to do. Well I am out of here. I am going to go fuck her ex in front of her again.” With that Kristen smiled and got in the car. She drove away from the gym knowing she was the woman and her former rival was naked, in the back seat and at her mercy. It wasn’t a rivalry anymore because for it to be a rivalry Marissa would have to have beaten her. Kristen flat out owned Marissa and they both knew it.