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I keep hearing things about my old German rival Anne, that she actually wants to risk a battle with me again.  I never credited her with much intelligence, but I am surprised that she would be willing to risk my wrath, especially since I have been practicing with my riding crop.  Humans are even more responsive to the lash than horses!  When I think how vulnerable she was in earlier fights, ignoring the occasional mishap when she got lucky, she would have been totally ruined.

The only reason I credit the gossip, is I hear that the bitch has only one condition 'to fight with pussies totally exposed.'  That sounds like old Anne, but she doesn't know how it will feel when I strike her oily gash.  Anyhow, it is probably all nonsense.  Till I hear directly from her, i'll have to deal with local whores.

I had decided to take a break from fighting.

Until i heard rumors about Linda.
It was said that she wanted another fight.
A fight whose rules should be harder, rougher, more uncompromising than in any fight before.
And it was said that Linda suggested riding crops as weapons.

Since there is always some truth to most rumors, i call Linda and we find out our rivalry is still burning.
And we want another fight.
I invite her to come to Germany and fight against me.

The location is said to be Anne's Bar,
the arena a circle of straw bales 20 ft or
6 meters in diameter.
Linda actually chooses riding crops as a weapon.
I choose dildos as weapons because i know how much Linda hates them.
The fight can only be ended by verbal submission of a fighter.

We don't agree on any more rules.
Because it is obvious that this fight will only have one goal:
to break and humiliate the opponent.

I can't wait to meet her again.

Amazing, Anne really does want to put her pussy on the line in a fight at her bar, definitely a fetishy place, with the 'ring' formed by hay bales.  I suppose our riding crops fit right in, although I am getting used to having a dildo in my left hand, to both lunge and parry.  I know she keeps calling me a 'Brit', a major insult for an Irish American, but that will be the smallest error I will make her correct.  As she is draped over those scratchy bales, I will flog her flabby ass till it burns, while having her say how I am a better woman, how my breasts are finer (as I swat her its), my pussy is tighter (as I stuff the dildo up hers) and she wishes she could be half as good as me.

She invites me to her lair, with her friends watching, and hopes to humble me.  I hope her place is sound proofed, there will be screams.  I wonder how we will start, just tiny shot skirts, and heels?  well, I will let her decide that.  The last time I was at her bar, I left he ass up, begging for me to make her come, after I clawed and wrecked her.  I will do far worse this time. 

Does she have a secret strategy?  doubtful.  I am thinking ll these things as I am flying over.  I hope she is as good a host as I was when she came over to my old bar.  Well, I can't expect her to be as  gracious and elegant as me.  I think of the other nasty bitches I have fought, and conclude that Anne will be easier prey in a fair duel.  I keep visualizing her expressions after I hurt her, and a smile flickers across my face.

Although our phone call only came about because of rumors, it quickly became clear that we wanted to meet again in an arena.
Linda wants to prove that her last victory wasn't a coincidence and that she is the better one.
I want a revenge, to point out that she is by no means the better one, but i'm.
Linda accepts the rules i suggested and an appointment is quickly found.

I reserve a room for my opponent in the best hotel in town and i make sure that she doesn't lack anything.

After that's done, i'll take care of the best conditions for our fight.

I've a ring of straw bales built in the middle of Anne's Bar, which are firmly connected to each other.
The wooden plank floor is covered with solid mats.
There will be tables around the arena for special guests and a standing area will be set up behind them.
In the gallery above the dining room there're additional seats with an excellent view of what is happening in the arena.
I'm extremely satisfied with the result.

Next, i'll take care of providing Linda with a selection of outfits.
This includes bodysuits with open crotches and mesh and lace breasts as well as corsets and breast lifts. Plus stockings in various designs and corresponding high heels.
To complete the range, I send her 17 inch double dildos and Feeldoes in different colors and designs to her room.
This should give her enough options to choose from.

Now i just worry about myself and prepare for the battle with the british slut ahead.

Harrumph, I expected a dingy place to stay, and begrudging hospitality from the Kraut whore, but I almost cannot find anything to complain about, except she insists on calling me British!  I dart to the place of combat to check it out, and it is somehow nicer than I remembered, the set up arena fitting our duel perfectly, with the hay bales adding a primal touch.  She is expecting a crowd, I can see, by the arrangements.  I leave a note, I don't want to see her, I scurry off to ready myself for the night. 

My note informs that I will be using the turquoise dildo, it ought to contrast well with your muddy lips, and a brown leather riding crop of the same 17" length.  You will be poked, prodded and slashed till you try to clutch yourself and roll up in a ball.  Just remember, no mercy for the loser.  Oh, and the crotchless body suit, mesh and lace are such a nice accent to my lush bod and ivory flesh, I am picking one out, probably be red or black.  Make sure you have appropriate music and lighting.

Again I scowl, as I leave, her bar is frankly nicer than mine, but we will be there to fight, not socialize.  As I pace my room, I practice lunging low with the dildo, and swatting high with the crop, turning swiftly, and practicing how to block her countermoves.  I have that tingling sensation, every nerve alive, and I can feel my pussy glistening.  Well, only she and I will know how wet I will be getting.  I await any last minute notes or 'instructions' as I finish my makeup, and look myself over.  This is what she will be lookin up at,as I review my appearance in the mirror.

that red is some outfit

I make sure that you are well and that you are not missing anything.
During the day my private secretary comes by and lets me know that you have inspected the arena and gives me the note you left behind.
I read it and smile.
Then i take a piece of paper and a pen and write you a message.

"Linda!
I hear that everything is to your satisfaction, which makes me very happy!
I like your selection, i also think the dildo goes well with my pussy.
I chose a purple Feeldoe. It's so easy to handle when i beat and fuck you hard.
My riding crop will be the same length, but braided with brown leather.
My outfit will consist of stockings,  open panties and a bra.
You don't have to believe that i'm afraid.
Not from pain and certainly not from you.
I'm looking forward to meeting you today at 11 pm in the arena.
You're free to enter the bar at any time.
With kind regards, Anne."

I give the message to my secretary with the order to send it to you as quickly as possible.
Then we'll discuss some things regarding the lighting and the music, which will be more conservative.
Then the meeting with her is over because i want to use the remaining time to prepare.

She is so arrogant, with her purple feeldoe that will only serve to lug either her ass or mouth.  I finish with a dab of makeup, but a few more wispy curls in my hair, and wear bold gold hoops and a pendant that looks like a swooping eagle around my neck.  I take a slow swirl to look myself over, and wrap a full length coat around me.  fortunately, it is cool over here in Germany.  Especially since i am carrying a massive plastic dong and a riding crop, I need some way to conceal them.

Arriving at her place, an hour ahead of time, I saunter in, eyes following me, as I head to the bar.  Plonk, plonk, I put my weapons on the varnished wood for all to admire.  The patrons, Anne's patrons, stare and gesture.  I let my coat hand open, but do not remove it, the glittering pendant catches their eyes, as they try to glimpse my almost covered breasts, and I request my traditional pre fight drink, or something close to it, as Irish whiskey might not be available.  I allow a girl to pick up the massive double headed dildo and she exclaims at the heft of it.  I myself pick up the crop and strike the bar.  The cracking sound has everyone getting closer and watching.  Of course, what I want, and know is happening, is Anne is watching me take her fans away from her.  The can already feel that the Irish redhead is the dominant woman..

For how long will that brunette slut endure me being the focus in her bar?  Not long, she is too impatient and impetuous.  I start loudly stating that I came to fight, and ruin and humiliate your champion, and yet here I am, and she does not even show up.  She keeps you waiting, as if that will save her.  It is 10:30, and more and more people are entering, wondering why there is a crowd around the elegant redhead.  I betray my tension though, as every time there is a noise from the back, or the office, I glance over.  I am starting to sweat, not what I intended.  Come on Anne, I saay to myself, come on

I enter in the bar and see the two women entering on the ring, "this will be interesting" I say asking for a dring while I keep my eyes on the dangerous cougars.

I'm in my office early, i calmly put on my combat clothes and have a drink.
When i look at the bar's surveillance camera,
i see that Linda has already arrived and is gathering a crowd of guests around her.
I think it's time to show up there.

Grab the Feeldoe and the riding crop and set off.
A black leather coat covers my body and
i carry the "weapons" in my left hand while my high heels run clack, clack across the wooden floor.

I approach the people from behind.
"Welcome Linda!"
I shout and everyone turns around in surprise.
"Well? Are you encouraging yourself?! You're still welcome to withdraw!"
I grin.

The tension between us is there immediately.
Two Cougars whose rivalry has grown over the years.
Who value each other, but want nothing more than to defeat the other in this new competition.
The spectators who are already there hold their breath in anticipation.

There is another noise, but the reaction from the crowd means this is the real thing, Anne is swishing out, announced by her Teutonic heel clomping.  I make sure I take my time to turn around, but do so with enough motion so she can see my mesh body suit from my open coat, revealing the superior breasts and pussy.  Her eyes dip, and of course I comment "still jealous Anne?  even after that last defeat I inflicted on you?  I thought you were going to make everyone wait forever.  I am glad you are ready to meet me".  I walk up to her, my breasts a little lower than hers (not because they sag, but because I am 5'5, and she is 5'9 !) and bump forward, and again.  "Aren't you going to get in your hay bale arena?"

I can see by her face that she thought we would throw a few remarks and prattle on awhile, but she is rudely surprised.  I poke her right in the belly with my dildo, and lash her face, lightly , with my crop.  I turn around and stride onto and over the bales, go to the other side and drop my coat.  She is open mouthed, as if I insulted her or something.  "Aren't you coming, you German hag?"  I lash the hay bale next to me with my crop, and dust and broken strands fly in the air. 

The crowd is stunned, as they watch their champion gather herself and try to figure out whether to obey me, already.  "i don;t have all night" and slam the dildo down on the hay bale to the other side of me.   I raise my weapons in the air, and sneer at her.  I await.

You see me and your shameful mouth starts spouting a lot of rubbish.

You touch me with your dildo and stroke my face with the riding crop.

"If only i hadn't let you win the last one. That's not good for a red-headed whore like you."
I retort after you've shot your poison arrows.
Push my breasts into your bust, which is only a little lower because i'm only 2 inches taller.

"Don't worry, i'll come to you in a moment. Then i'll teach you a lesson.
And when you finally beg for mercy, i'll abuse and rape your body.
Then you can bring your british carcass back home!"

The exchange of words is nothing more than the usual banter and more of an incentive for me.
If Linda hides her british inferiority complex behind it, that's fine with me.

During the verbal foreplay the bar becomes increasingly full and as soon as the guests realize what is happening between us, they hurry to their seats.
I watch you enter the ring of straw bales and take off your coat.
Your body, like mine, shows traces of
a not-so-young life, but in its red packaging it's still... let's say attractive.
The audience applauds as you take your place in the arena.

I'll follow you a few minutes apart, stopping just before you enter the arena.
Place my utensils on one of the straw bales, open the leather coat and let it slip from my shoulders.
Then i take up my "armament" again and enter the circle.

Slowly i walk along the edge of the fighting area, greet many of the guests personally and also pass by the crazy british woman.
When she gives me her typically cold british gaze i stop for a second, smile and press a quick kiss on your mouth.
Then i finish my walk and stand in front of you.
The murmur in the bar slowly dies down.

My foe is not fazed by my taunting and the threatening of my weapons, although I snicker at her purple feeldoe.  it is so pitiful next to my long double dong.  I though I would make her feel inferior in her own bar, but her constant chant of 'British" , so hateful to me, makes my ivory complexion flush.  I swear I will make her pay , with an extra swat or thrust for every time she calls me that.  Even as i am thinking that, she looms in and kisses me, her lips kiss me.  I stiffen and shudder, and her crowd says that 'I am scared of a kiss'.  How dare they say that, don't they know I owned that black haired slut when we last met?  I'll never run scared of her.

As we separate my red bodysuit surely looks more attractive than that motley arrangement Anne is wearing.  Perhaps if she were twenty, a mismatched outfit would go over better.  I fluff my bush for luck, as my left hand clutches my dong, and I make sure the look of my crop is around my wrist, so I can claw or hit with my hand and not drop it.  Her openly wagging breasts seem coarse, next to my enticingly covered pink tits.  I truly feel I outclass this Kraut.

There are cries to begin, and I am not one to wait.  I lunge at her, my  long dildo held diagonally  to block any slashes, as i aim for her cheek with my crop, it whistles, as I want to leave a welt or worse.  I immediately twist, to make a counterstroke harder, as the adrenalin pumps.  "Eat my leather, you sloppy pig!"  Crowds always like an aggressor, and I am giving them action.  I will show them more soon.

I've barely taken my place when the british monster pounces on me.
Before i'm able to react, she slaps the riding crop on my cheek, it turning red and burning like hell.
As Linda turns for her lash, i've the opportunity to whip my braided leather on her ass.
Then does my hand feel over her whipped cheek and i look at Linda angrily.

The crowd cheers enthusiastically at the first blow.

I grip my crop tighter and hiss,
"wait and see!"
I take my right hand on the left side of my body to hit you from left to right.
I've taken the defense of your dildo into account and immediately hit you again from right to left.
With this tactic i should hit your belly or your thighs with the riding crop.

I have striped her face, a deep red streak shows, too bad it is not bleeding.  My eyes light up with fire as I seek to hit her more.   Yipe!  I jump a little, as he braided whip cuts into my ass cheek, almost sawing through my bodysuit, she hit me like I was a barnyard animal!  We are shifting, she attempts two more stokes, one backhanded, and evaded my blocking dildo with one of them, hitting my upper thigh.  My body suit will be in tatters if this keeps up.  There are many shouts of encouragement, urging us to hit certain spots, but our most tender areas are covered by shifting arms and legs, or our weapons.

Even as we duel, she keeps up her chatter, and while I pull my crop back to hit her face, I instead lunge my long turquoise dildo right at her half open mouth, happily crying "stuff this in your cock sucking mouth'" I square up to her as I stab my plastic dong at her face, and brace my feet to lash her face yet again.  A double score to her face will make her hide and retreat, especially as I add it to my first hit.

I am so much smarter than her, and I will just have to wait before I strike her waving breasts, or that glistening pussy.  First I will make her weep and cry by ruining her face!

My blows make the british woman howl like a dog.
And i'm not finished with her yet!
Unfortunately, she doesn't tend to stay still.

She starts to fight really badly, gets meaner than ever before and lacks all sportsmanlike decency.
But apparently she has forgotten the consequences her actions can and will've for her.

She seriously tries to stuff her dildo in my mouth and hits me hard with her whip.
I drop my riding crop, fend off the dildo and take two steps back.
Cursing, i look at the welts on my skin.
"Filthy British woman! Now we're getting serious!"

I storm towards you, paying attention only to your hand with the crop, while my right hand reaches for your red whore suit.
Attack you like a fury and intend to make the fight even more personal.

I have stung her, she mutters and lunges at me, reaching to grab my bodysuit, but it is my turn to backstep, and letting my crop dangle from it's thong around my wrist, I grab her greasy hair and yank her forward, past where she intended.  Even though her hands are in reach of my suit, she is a step off balance as I yank hard on her hair.  As she leans forward I smack her back with my dildo.  The thudding sound can be heard through the bar.

The fool is ripping at my sheer suit, and I feel one of my breasts hanging out, while I lift my dong again, I will beat her down with a dick!  She dropped her crop, so I am unlashed, as I rip out a tuft of hair and try to re-grab my hanging crop.  "Come on Linda you Irish always win !"  Everyone can see how I am hurting her, my whip having marked her, and hers ineffectively dropped.

I start to mock her, although I don't like the idea that my body suit is so torn up, and it looks trashy.  I'll have to rip off her top and panties when I get a chance.  I look to see if my heels can attack anything, but I have to keep working her over some more

I reach for the fabric of Linda's hooker suit and my fingers claw into it.
Unfortunately, the stupid cow seizes the opportunity, grabs my hair and pulls me off balance.
Her 17-inch dildo hits my back hard twice.

In the fall i tear her red something open.
First i'vee to catch my fall with my hands, but then i immediately grab Linda's leg and clutch it.
With her leg in my arm, i come up against the resistance of Linda, who is still holding my hair, and try to sweep her leg away with a leg sweep.

My aim is to bring my opponent to the mat and take revenge for her dastardly deeds.
The audience cheers, some sensing a quick victory for the irishwoman, others cheering me on, hoping that the fight will go on for a long time and that i'll win in the end.

This is actually a good start between 2 old whores, well past their sell-by date

I have succeeded in beating the German whore down to her knees, but as she tries to keep herself upright (instead of the doggy position she is dropping into) she rips my outfit so it hangs in strips, and worse, holds my leg immobile. I come down with another blow on her back with my dildo, but that is a mistake, although she grunts from the impact, as she keeps a grip on my one leg, and knocks the other wider and wider apart, till I topple, uncovered breast flapping as my upper back lands on a hay bale.  I splutter and squirm, both hands going behind me to try to push myself upright before this brunette trashcan take advantage. 

The crowd sees us down and shouts with glee, making suggestions and comments.  One withered old blonde says contemptuous things about both of us, from the safety of the 'elite' seats.  even as I pushup, I re grab my crop, which was fastened by a tong around my wrist, and the moment my shoulders leave the hay bale, I bring it up to strike Anne's ugly face again.  I lose my grip on the dildo though, in my effort to rise.  Instead I try to roll and pull myself up over the haybale, my crop flailing back handed, and 'covering my retreat' (although I am not really retreating).

COME ON RED, FINISH BALDING THAT TALL SLUT   and  START WORKING HER cxnt  LINDA, YOUHAVEN'T HIT IT YET.   I am sort of glad I don't know German, because there are a lot of guttural howls and shouts, probably telling Anne to do nasty things, or being unflattering about me.  Regardless, the noise adds to the intensity and makes my adrenalin pump even harder.  As I glance, I notice that not only did she rip my body suit, but she scratched my breast as she did so.  I swear I will stripe her from top to bottom.

I can only speak for myself,
but i'm younger than you stinking old british bitch!
And this time british is the truth.
:-*

Quote from: jackie on November 29, 2023, 04:47:20 PM
This is actually a good start between 2 old whores, well past their sell-by date

I pull Linda's leg up, causing her to sway and she falls onto the straw bales.
She bitterly resists my plan to force her to the floor.
She pulls out her fucking riding crop again and puts a deep red scratch on my face.
"Eeewww! You dirty British cxnt!"
I scream in a mix of anger and pain.
The "special" guests can no longer stay in their chairs.
Drooling grimaces that cheer on one or another fighter and always demand new nastiness

I get back to standing, still holding Linda's leg and our angry faces are eye level.
Dropped the riding crop, the Feeldoe, everything and am about to attack her.
The raised leg ensures that her crotch is exposed without protection and i intend to take advantage of this fact.

I lean forward, press my beautiful, firm breasts into her flabby udders and my right hand reaches between us.
Even though the thin material still covers her femininity, i've no problem finding her smelly pussy lips and digging my fingers into them.
Reach out, press my fingers firmly into her sensitive flesh and do my best to hurt her.
Her scream of pain hurts my ears.

Upended onto the bales, the wicked German holds onto my leg with her left hand , and after leering into my face for a moment, sends her right hand to attack my vulnerable vagina.  My eyes widen as her hand clutches my fleshy lips and dig m twist and claw.  I screech and buck, trying to shake my leg loose.  My left hand grabs her right wrist, trying to stop her from making those cruel motions, but it does not stop her from pulsing he rnails into and through my soft pink flaps.  The fucking savage!

However, one hand is holding my sturdy leg up, the other is embedded in my labia, so my crop slashes her face again, to a pained yell, a diagonal mark from upper left to lower right, and even as she debates letting go, another slash, this time right on the cheek, curling into her mouth..  Her head dips and dodges as i get set to slice her again, though she crushes my pussy lips into a ball with her spiked nails and thrusts her nails into the mass.  It is agony beyond belief, and as she dodges my next strike, she rips her nails off my flesh, unfurling my labia so they hang tattered and torn, as I almost fall from the pain.

I quiver, as I am released, bow legged and mauled down there, as I hold my hands out to defend till I recover.  There are shouts, some bout Anne's disfigured face, and more about my bleeding pussy, with 'flaps down' and stretched, besides all else.  I Hiss, "wait till I slash your filthy cxnt, you witch" as I glare at ther face, then dart a glance at her untouched twat.

If anyone thought this fight couldn't get any more intense, they're wrong.

While i try to destroy Linda's femininity, she takes her riding crop and lashes out at me.
Her whip hisses through my face, leaving red marks that sometimes bleed, but in any case hurt like hell.
I've no choice but to take a few steps back.
Hold my aching face, wipe off the blood and catch your eye.

"Oooh you lousy oaf!
That's the end of the fun!
I'm going to finish you off!
You'll wish you'd never met me!"

I shout through the roar of the crowd, bend down and grab the double dildo you've dropped.
Hold the artificial 17 inch cock in front of me and wait for you to crawl out of the straw bales again.
Then i rush at you again, holding the dildo ready to fend off blows from your riding crop and my right hand stretches out and tries to grab you, whether throat, hair or breasts.

I just want to get my hands on you.

As i stagger off the hay bales, I see Anne's slashed face and her hateful expression, her short hair unkempt.  I hold my crop, which has served me so well, ready to strike, as I shift forward, only to see her pick up that huge double headed dong.  Does she ever think of anything but attacking my pussy/  My left hand goes down to cover my twat,  to have that long plastic dick rip into me , after the mauling she just gave me would be too much.  I balance myself so I can close my thighs, and slash her face yet again, when she tries to ram that thing in me.  "carve her up" people yell to me.

She attacks, but swings the 17" dildo up to block my whip, and my strike resonates uselessly on it, and to my amazement, and  everyone else, her right hand goes towards my throat.  Fortunately, I was twisting to avoid the dildo strike, and her clawing hand is just out of reach.  But it falls on my wobbling breast, and her nails have a new target.  I am twisting away from the bales, and being shoved my my tit, as another attempted whip strike again hits her defending dong.  My left hand switches cxnts, and instead of protecting mine, tries to rake her lips and mound.  I have to wound her pussy in return for what she did to me.

It is obvious that Anne has taken the initiative and is pushing me around within the circle of bales.  I need to get some room to lash her, my whip will win this for me.  I wan to hear her scream, just as I yelled when she tore my labia to shreds, and as I screech with her nails in my boob.  I drop a shoulder, hoping she will move the dildo out of the way of my next stroke.  "You will have more stripes than a Zebra!"

We get back into the fray, my opponent takes out her riding crop again, but the double dildo serves me well.

Unfortunately i can't get Linda by the throat, she skillfully avoids me.
But i get hold of something soft.
Quickly realize that it's her ugly udder.
No matter, i grab it and claw my fingers ruthlessly into it.

The feeling of triumph is short-lived.
I suddenly feel something between my thighs.
Was the old whore really going to succeed in getting her filthy fingers on my womanhood?

The audience screams, jeers, cheers, wants to see us fight each other and determine a final winner without any doubt.
Neither of us will let up in our efforts to leave this arena as the glorious victor.
There is too much pride, hatred and rivalry between us for either of us to want the humiliation of losing this fight.

We are not backing away, rather we are seeking the nastiest way to best the  other.  I feel my nails rake along her mound in my swipe, and see the pain in her face.  As coarse as her cxnt is, it is apparently tender.  I would smile, except she is digging into my breast, nails mauling, and  she has disdain for my flesh, as if my white tit is some awful unpleasant jelly.  I pull my right hand down and back, away from her blocking dildo, and flick it up hitting her thigh.  I sneer to myself, that was only the beginning, and this time I flick it up higher and harder, hoping to snake the leather tip right into her slit.  "Take that, German whore".

The crowd cheers, loving any pussy attacks.  "The Irish one wants to whip our Anne's pussy".  Indeed I do, if only she would stop leaning into me and wrenching my breast around.  The corner of my eye sees punctures and gouges on my tit, and she is not letting go.  She i shuffling her legs, and I am not sure I can strike her vagina.  It looked so wide open, yet she seems better at blocking my riding crop as we go along.  My left hand goes around her hip and to the cleft of her ass, and tears at it.  I will shame her as I rake my nails, her evil anus revealed to the crowd.  "Stuff your dildo in it Red".  A good idea, but I have to grab it back.

I try  to think ahead, what will she do, for a change, she is not going after my pussy, and is instead pulping my boob.  Again I twist my torso, but her hand stays dug into my breast.  I lean forward, hoping to bite her waving tit.  That will make her break away and run !

Your attempts to hit me in certain sensitive places with your "weapon", your grip on my butt are increasingly provoking me and i'm surprised that you have now adopted such games.
In previous battles you would never have resorted to these means.
I get the feeling that you're trying to beat me at my own game.

We stand close to each other and can hear each other breathing, smelling her fresh sweat and squealing softly when the pain sometimes becomes too overwhelming.

When we're very close to each other again, our sweaty bodies rubbing against each other, i hiss to you,
"be careful, you mangy irish woman!
You know i'm not afraid to concentrate on the triangle between your thighs in a fight and make you moan like a bitch in the heat!"

As we lean into each other, the slut talks of making me moan,  "You already did all you will ever do to my pussy tonight.  I will carve and shred your cxnt for the wounds you inflicted."  To accent my point, I try to whip your pussy, yet again stripe your thigh instead.  "Open your legs and take it, bitch"  as I hiss, frustrated that I have not scored deeply on your vagina.  "I won't  trade sluttishness with you though, you will quiver because I have destroyed you, not because I outwomaned you with my snatch."  I say that , but know I could make her tremble if it ever came to a sexfight.

My big soft breast is being tugged and jabbed, and I lift my left hand (the weaponless one) up to try for your nipple.  "I will milk blood from your slack German breast", my efforts spurred by the crowd who are thrilled the way you squeeze and distort my proud 'Irish Creamer'.  Both my breasts an dmy pussy have been torn by you, much more than I have done back.  Thank goodness I have whipped your face so severely. 

I look around for a familiar face in the mob.  It seems that they all you know you persoinaally, an donly know me by reputation.  At least my reputation is a good one.  I lean forward and start pushing, my legs churning.  I want to trip you on the bales and have my way with you. I stat to move you, my eyes light up.  Getting her down will be the stat of her end.

As we fight for a decisive advantage, you begin to press your body into mine and push me back.
Your fingers have grabbed my nipple and are maltreating it.
I suck the air in through my teeth and try not to make a sound of pain.
"Try it and you'll start the next day with a sippy cup" i reply to your threats.

Continue to resist your attempt to push me back, but realize that you are damn strong and have to put one foot back after the other and soon feel the straw on my calves.
I'm panting with exertion, fighting against being pushed onto the straw bales by you.
Should i resort to the last resort, to something i know you hate like the plague?

You push me back further, i can feel the straw on my thighs now, if Linda continues like this i'll lose my balance!

In my distress, i take my right hand off your chest and reach down.
Feel your thighs and reach between them. It's warm and moist there.
Try to feel my target.
My fingers touch your labia.
My only question is, what will happen if i actually do it?
Will Linda go wild like a fury?

I think it's a risk worth taking and decide to go for it.
My fingertips touch your greasy cxnt.

I see your fear, as I push you back, my more robust body able to shove you towards and into , and perhaps, over the hay bales.  You are getting closer, you have to do something, and I twist your nipple even harder to keep you in front of me.  This is it, you drop your hand off my breast, and dart to my mound, and then creep further downwards, as if 'sneaking up' on my pussy.  My lips were already bloodied and torn by your nails and I shrink from yet a further attack, as my dripping petals feel your first touch.  I let my whip dangle from the thong around my wrist again, as I have to take action.

I scream at you "It will be your cxnt lips that are torn this time, you dog" and I arch up on my toes and lean further forward, my crotch sliding onto your wrist and past your claws, as my right hand grabs your other breast, and with both hand, and arched up, I shove you back over the bails with my digging nails.  Your eyes are filled with surprise, you didn't expect me to push my pussy into you , and up high.  Even as you topple over the straw and hay, I retain my grip on your now wounded boobs.  I try to clamp my thighs together, so you cannot pull your hand back to dig into my now wide open twat.  I risk all to win all.  My full breasts hang down as my claws press your back into the scratchy stalks, arms extended.  "ANNE IS DOWN"  "BIG RED HAS HER!"  I am  panting, my entire body sweating.  Feeling you under me gives me a rush.

Happy with my scheme, I have to think fast.  How do I finish her?  She is under me, I should have though of what to do before, as even though I rip your tits, I cannot move my arms or open my legs without letting you escape or attack.  I look side to side, what is she doin gwith her free arm?  I see you screwed up face under me, and I gather up saliva.  I will show my contempt when I spit.

Wow,what a battle.I can't wait to see what happens next!

You push me further and further back,
my upper body tilts backwards and i try not to fall completely onto the straw bales.

You aggressively clamp my hand between your thighs while you torture my breasts, trying to force me to submit.
In return, i try to better place my fingers between your legs and tenderly assault your womanhood.

Since you are dominating the fight and i hate being inferior to you, let alone losing it,
I use the long dildo a little differently.
Take it out and hit you upright on the back.
On your bottom.
Slowly at first.
Then faster and harder.
You'll eventually pull back.

I have her, she is fearful as I rend her breasts, when I feel the first thump of my own heavy dildo.  Owww.  of course, I had beaten Anne with it earlier, but this is different.  She is hitting me, I can hear the sound , and she hits me again, now my ass is shuddering after being hit.  Of course, I rip at her tits, but the third hit decides me.  I let go of her breasts, my left hand going to her wrist between my legs, and shoves it down, as I shuffle backwards.  My right hand releases also, and I fumble to collect the handle of my whip.  "You will pay for hitting me with that prick, you cxnt!"

I was lucky actually, that although my wounded pussy was scratched, she did not claw it much more.  I gasp as I am struck once more by that wicked plastic dick, and lower my head to ram into her torn boobs.   She seems to enjoy  hitting me very much, certainly the crowd likes it.  Actually the fickle crowd likes the fight to go back and forth, as if Anne deserves to win as much as I do.  I stagger, after releasing my clamping thighs, and can feel fatigue starting to set in.  I am so sweaty, that grabbing my whip handle is no longer automatic, but perhaps the dildo will slip out of her hands.  She must be even sweatier than I.

The hard strokes with the dildo have an effect.
Linda doesn't let go of my breasts straight away, but i notice how her attack subsides. A few more strokes and she'll back off.

And finally she steps back and i get up from the straw bales.

We're panting with exertion, our bodies glistening with sweat in the light of the bar, i reorganize myself and look at the damage we've done.

Then I look at you again.

"Hey sweetheart! Have you had enough or do you want to carry on? If you want to keep going, i'll shove that fucking dildo up your cxnt!"
I hiss.

The audience applauds my threat.
Then i start moving again, begin to circle you and wait for another chance to attack you.
Slowly, i push you towards the edge of the arena.
Then i storm towards you!
I ram my body into yours and try to get you onto the straw bales again.

While I rub my back and butt from that dildo thrashing, she babbles again about what she will do.  This is coming from the bitch with the pulped boobs and the marked up face.  I shake my crop at her and tell her to bring that ugly face in range again.  But she does!  She charges like a mad cow, and I bring my whip down, striking her shoulder as she plunges in and then she tackles me , ramming into my titties, and sends us down on the bales.  The mob yells ans shouts as my legs go up and they see you jabbing and prodding at me, my crop now sort of flailing at your back as my other hand grabs your hair.

I grunt and gasp  trying to roll this German lump off of me, cursing her and the scratchy stuff sticking in my back and ass.  "Get off, get off" as she wants to press in harder, I feel a hand going for my crotch,, as her other hand is pushing and shoving  to keep me arched over the bales.  Who knew that these bales would play such a part?  That cheating kraut, thats why she devised this arena.  I have another reason to despise her.  Floundering under her, I feel her fingers scrabbling through my bush as she goes for my snatch.  I lune my head up and try to bite, using that as a diversion for another rolling attempt.

Instead of striking with no velocity with my crop, I start trying to jab the butt end into your butt.  That will prod her off me, as her weight is insufferable, and it is horridly hot, I am dripping and gasping.  I poke and poke again.  Surely all the holes in this bitch must gape!

Our bodies clutch each other, push through the small arena and fall onto the bales of straw.

ur mature bodies wrestle wildly with each other, trying to gain a decisive advantage regardless of the fact that we're no longer 20.

The straw sticks to our sweaty skin while you first try to hit me with your riding crop and then insert it.
My efforts to insert the dildo into the cxnt of the female island monkey are just as unsuccessful.

The wrestling, rolling, fighting in the bales of straw rages on, no matter how much our strength wanes, how hard our breathing is, we are driven by the thought of defeating the other.
We are in danger of losing our balance and falling onto the mats surrounded by straw.

I realize that i won't be able to stop our fall.
We slide slowly at first and then faster and faster.
We'll land on the mats in two, maybe three seconds, i'm just trying to get the fall right so that i land on you.

rolling on the bales, we are slowly slithering off, onto the mats.  I can feel her scheming, even as we pull hair and claw and jab with our 'weapons'.  I pull my crop up higher, and jab the butt end of it into the side of her breast, wanting to prod her down so I can be atop her.  She is sliding down, I did it, but she grabs at me and twists.  She planned this, we are both flopping down, but she corkscrews, and I hit first.  I gasp, as her fall is softened by landing on my belly and boobs. I grunt and curse her.

After a hesitation as I recoup I grab at her hair and breast, trying to roll on top, again. ..Everything is a blur, we must have been fighting for hours, as I huff and puff.  I don't even care that my legs are spread and the audience is staring right between them.  I just want to subdue this awful bitch.

"You can do it Linda", they cheer, and I can, but Anne is so heavy.  What a fat greasy lump.  If only I could get some breathing room

We land on the mats and fight fiercely for top position.
This flabby white piece of English flesh is still fighting back and refuses to give in.

She continues to use her riding crop mercilessly and drills into my badly damaged breasts with the handle.
At least i can roll on top of her and stop her lousy actions against me.
My thigh lies between her white rammers and i can feel the moisture of her bush.
Should it be an aprobate means of not defeating her with brute force?
I begin to rub my thigh against your bush and what lies beneath.

Slowly i push myself up, trying to sit between her thighs and unleash a battle of femininities.

Lost the thread after the long breaks.  I hope people had been entertained

You'll figure it out Linda. I have faith in your abilities.

This has been a really bad year and i've already suffered two very, very bitter, more of a personal nature, defeats for personal reasons.
I wanted to avoid that at all costs.
Obviously i wasn't able to do that now either.

Linda!
Thank you for your patience up to this point.
As always, it has been a pleasure.
I wish you and your loved ones a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Always be assured of my appreciation.