FreeCatFights

All dressed as witches on Halloween night,
Us girls did gather for the most vicious catfight.
Our heels sang loudly as we slowly circled the room;
The sound we made; it was a most demonic tune.
The tension was high; the hatred was fierce;
Then at last the bell struck; the witching hour was here.
Costumes were ripped, nails dug in deep,
Scratching at faces, no time for sleep.
Spells were forgotten, it's all teeth and nails,
Screams and slaps as the fiercest prevails.
So who will be our Halloween Witch?
One things for certain; she will be a real Bitch!

The Story so far...

It's Halloween night in the year 2024, and the world is in chaos. In the night sky, the stars have disappeared; only the light of the moon is visible on Earth, and it is a blood-red moon. Agencies like NASA and organizations such as the UN work frantically, trying to understand these unprecedented events. However, as citizens of the world panic and law and order begin to break down, in a quiet part of England, thirteen witches gather in secret. For thousands of years, a dark pact has kept the peace between the ancient coven known only as "The Thirteen," but at last, and for one night only, the dark pact is suspended, and the witches' will is once again their own.

The Thirteen were never a coven by choice; the witches of the Thirteen despised each other—hated each other. These witches walked alone; however, they all served the same master: the Dark Lord. So, one night, when the Dark Lord summoned them and promised them individually eternal life and the power to vanquish their foes, they eagerly appeared as commanded. However, the Thirteen were deceived! As they stood before the Dark Lord, he used his will alone to impose a pact of sisterhood upon them, thus forming the Coven. But the witches' hatred for each other was powerful, and while he bound the Thirteen to one another, he could not prevent them from fighting among themselves.

This failure vexed the Dark Lord. He seethed with rage as the witches desperately tried to destroy one another. His Coven, which he created to do his bidding, was out of control. Eventually, however, he had seen enough. The Dark Lord reached for his infernal dagger and stabbed his chest. His sacred blood spilled out, and with a terrible roar, he unleashed his fearsome blood magic upon the Thirteen. The Dark Lord's blood painfully infected every fiber of the witches' beings, and against their will, the bonds of sisterhood were reforged, and the Coven known as The Thirteen came to be.

However, the Dark Lord did not have it all his own way. As the blood magic began to infect the witches, they, for one brief moment, laid down their hostility and worked together to perform a Writ of Demonicus. A Writ of Demonicus is ancient and powerful magic, and with this spell, the Thirteen planned to subvert the Dark Lord's will. While they could not fully control the outcome, the Writ of Demonicus ensured that, at a future date and for one night only, their will would once again be their own. But the price was high: for that one night, that one chance to settle scores, the witches had to relinquish their power and fight as mortal women.

When the Dark Lord heard of this treachery, he was furious. How dare they defy him? The Thirteen were emboldened and smirked at their Dark Lord. However, they would soon bitterly regret this act of defiance. The Dark Lord summoned all his power, and while he could not annul the Writ of Demonicus, he could, shall we say... amend the fine print. And thus, the deed was done. The Dark Lord roared with laughter as he said:

"Hags... you thought you could defy me? Fools, you're my slaves! You will serve me and only me! You will fight and die on my command and my command alone! Have your night of Demonicus, but know this: no one shall die. You may gather... you may fight... you may scar each other! But that is all I will permit. Now go serve me... unleash my Black Death upon the world."

The Thirteen cursed their collective arrogance and reluctantly obeyed their Dark Lord, scattering to the four corners of the globe. In the years that followed, they spread disease and pestilence, sowing discord wherever they tread, with death always following in their wake. Yet every night, they looked up at the sky in hopes of seeing that blood-red moon; every night, they craved the sign that the gathering was now. Then at last in the year 2024, the witches got their accursed wish.

Setting

Our catfight will take place at St. Mary's Church. Built atop a small hill in the 13th century, this church has long since been abandoned. In 1736, a mysterious fire destroyed the roof, and all that remains of the structure are its stone floor, dilapidated stone walls, and altar. Outside the church lie the Dead Lands—an area of dead grass that surrounds the church. Many attempts have been made over the years to reseed the grasslands; however, they all failed. In the 1800s, St. Mary's became the epicenter of occult activity; numerous bodies were exhumed and used in dark rituals upon the church's altar. The local villagers were so offended by these acts that in 1813, all the gravestones were removed and taken to a nearby lake, where they were dumped overboard into its cold, dark waters. This act is said to of angered the dead, who allegedly still roam the dead lands every night is search of their graves.

Scenario

This is not a Halloween Party! There will be no party favors! This is a gathering of Witches and we have only one item on the agenda tonight - to catfight! We will gather within the remains of St Mary's; lit torches will adorn the structure and will illuminate our catfight. Outside several bonfires will be lit and will illuminate the dead lands. Once the catfight starts; you can choose to remain and fight on the cold and unforgiving stone floor of the Church or venture outside and fight it out in the cold wet mud of the dead lands.

Rules

1. In the event of a tied vote; the person most active (Posts the most updates) during the duration of the event will be declared the winner. In the unlikely event of a further tie; there will be joint winners of the event.
2. No consecutive spam posting during the event - always make sure someone else has posted after your last post; before you post your next update :)
3. There will be no use of magic during the event. We shall catfight as mortal women.
4. Dress code remains dressed in black but splashes of other colours are permitted.

Our Witches

Dicey_Kate

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=85843

Erin Lee

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=69803

Carla.

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=86534

Lauren_Phillips

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=87100

Lexibabe

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=16843

Alix_fights

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=85914

Amy J

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=87173

Mossibabe

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=79628

Miss Hell For Leather Lynx

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=74185

Lauren Vanessa (Tatt Cat)

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=84125

Chloe_Marshall

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=87023

Marlu Queen

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=6176

HannahFights

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=86552

Deep within the highlands of Scotland, I lead a solitary existence. I despise the company of others, unless they are married, of course. But most of all, I despise my sisters from the Thirteen – I hate those bitches! I curse their existence! If only I could break free and unleash my powers upon them; but alas, I cannot. So, as I have done for hundreds of years, I look up to the night sky and hope. Every night, for hundreds of years, I have dreamt about seeing that Blood-Red Moon, and at last, on this day – October 31st, 2024 – I see the Blood-Red Moon and nothing else. I smile, probably for the first time in centuries, and I call out into the cold night sky:

"Sisters, do you see? Do you see the Moon? At last, our time has come. The gathering is now! I shall revel in breaking each and every one of you! Come, let's gather; let's gather and fight, you disgusting WHORES!"

I raise my arms into the cold night sky and say under my breath the following words:

"Klaatu, Barada, Nikto!"

Instantly, I am transported to the dead lands outside the abandoned St. Mary's. In the distance, I see flaming torches that adorn the remains of St. Mary's, and in the dead lands, numerous bonfires light my way. I proceed with all haste through the cold mud and water toward the church, but with every step, I feel my magic dwindle in power. Being without my powers for the catfight is a hefty sacrifice, but a worthy one. I can hold back my rage no longer! Tonight, I shall scar them all and leave them broken on the cold floor. I lick my lips with excitement as I cross the threshold and step onto the cold stone floor of St. Mary's. My heels click on the stone as I make my way toward the altar. Despite my powers having long since departed me for the night, I can sense that the history of this place is drenched with blood and evil deeds – why, it almost feels like home.

Now standing by the altar, I turn to the entrance and look out upon the dead lands outside. I see the flames of the bonfires in the distance and nothing else. Yet I sense my sisters are out there, in the dark. I impatiently tap my right heel on the floor as I anticipate their arrival.

Yt

From a abandoned convent in Wales I awake my slumber the night of the thirteen I was not all was in the devil's pocket my old coven was murdered by the rest of thirteen now it time for vengeance as the packed is removed ffortje night

Vote for marlu queen

A lot of great competitors in this poll. I'm going to let this play out a little before I vote . But Amy J is one of my favorites.

with the decree of the dark lord,the coven scattered across   the globe,i found  my niche in the  southlands of  america

keeping my true powers hidden, i use my craft  to form a lavish  lifestyle,wanting  for nothing,having  the power i craved

but with the coming of the blood moon,i knew the time  was  near,  for  the reunion,of the 13...in the days before   i pepared myself 

for the  reconvining, at the  ancient   st.mary's  church..   .that i would be without my powers, did not bother  me  so much,as  i have 

honed   a catfighting style  with many  a nasty ho, who mae the mistake of challening me..

the  time has come  and i am whisked away  to the site  , finding myself  ust outside the church  grounds

i peer  across  the  the yard  and a foul odor fills my nostrils,and not just from the torches...that familiar scent  of witches

some were  already  here,  i start to make m wa  to the church   ,staying alert,,scaning for  any movement that may come out of the darkness

Erin 

As a Lancashire witch descended from Katherine Hewitt, one of the infamous Pendle witches i have as much right as anyone to be considered the premier witch, not only here in England but worldwide.

The story of the Pendle witches goes back many centuries and culminated in the witch trials of 1612 where ten innocent people were convicted and hanged for Witchcraft in a religious and political persecution conducted by the authorities.

Only at least one of those people was not innocent, my ancestor Katherine Hewitt.

And so, on this night of nights when the 13 premier witches are summoned to meet at St Marys, i take my place ready to defy all comers who seek to defeat me.

As i arrive at the desecrated former church a jet black cat howls from behind a gravestone. The cat is well known to me and goes by the name of Grimalkin.

Grimalkin strolls to me and rubs against my leg, purring loudly. "We will have fun tonight dearest one" i whisper as i tweak Grimalkins ears.

I scan the graveyard and see the outlines of a few witches, they will not survive this night. A bolt of lightening lights up the sky, the wind suddenly howls with rage, the scene is set.

As I step out the shadows as I step up to the alter as my stands there my nails like talons ready as I come face to face with my first of the twelve that killed my sisters I lunge at Amy with my talons latching on you her hair as we crash over the alter

I scream the pain for my sister as we both human for the night it a pain I have not felt in centuries as Amy and I roll across the alter and on to the unforgiving floor blood spills from her head as my talons rip her flesh but blood flowing for my breasts I sink my teeth in to er neck as my neckline opens as the primal rage takes over us

Argh bitch any as I rub my pussy easing the burning as we staring at each other the hate flowing as we circle each other in the battle come on Amy let's settle this in the crypt

*click - click - click*

With a smirk on my face I slowly walk around what remains of St. Mary's. So many of my sisters have arrived; yet others are tardy. I playfully draw my nails across the palms of my hands; they slice my own flesh deeply and I feel the extreme cold of my blood drip onto the stone floor. As I do this I imagine my nails slicing into that Neanderthal bitch Erin's face or perhaps even that diseased and worn out whore Lexi will taste the sting of my claws first? Then we have Lynx, the ugly bitch - another possibility for sure. Or maybe it will be chlamydia and syphilis who feel my wrath first? Chlamydia of course being Lauren and Syphilis being her equally sleazy sister Chloe. I hear these two have been turning trix down by the docks and infecting sailors for centuries. Such low rent witches.

But as I ponder this delightful conundrum I notice that cannibalistic relic Amy, yes she really does eat her own young - The fucking sadistic bitch! I stop near the entrance and pivot hard on my right heel; as I turn towards the altar. My eyes lock with Amy's. The hatred I see in your eyes is equal to my own; I stop and admire the beauty of your hatred. I lick my lips, as my chest heaves with excitement. A wry smile begins to creep across my face...but it's interrupted by the sound of Lynx colliding with Amy and the altar. The altar creaks in pain as Lynx blunders into it and Amy...Oh poor Amy, the weight of the world is literally on her right now...HaHaHa

I pivot again and turn my back in disrespect at my sisters as I walk out of St. Mary's and head towards the cold wet mud and stench of death that is the dead lands. With every step I take I remove myself further away from Amy and Lynx's brawl...but as I step over the threshold into the dead lands I say cooly:

"Sisters...care to step outside?"

No bravado, no hysterical screaming or swearing...I exude nothing but calm confidence and exquisitely cold hatred. As my heels sink and squish in the mud; I smile as thunder claps overhead  and lightning lights up the night sky. It is then at this moment the dead begin to rise from their unmarked graves. The spirits of the dead assemble before me and form a horse shoe patten in the dead lands; with the two ends of the horse shoe pointed towards St. Mary's I step inside and walk towards the spirits that make up the curved base of the horse shoe. It's at that moment I recognise the faces of the dead...all past victims of mine; I smile at their tormented faces.  But then I turn and look back up towards St. Mary's and wait to see who will come and join me amongst the dead, mud and cold of the dead lands.

Yt

Living in the heartland of the United States of America, I live a public life of goodness, sweetness and geniality, and for hundreds of years I have hidden behind that facade. On the inside, my soul bubbles with hate for my sisters from the Thirteen. The night sky finally reveals the Blood-Red Moon announcing my destiny. A wicked smile crosses my ruby red lips, and the voices of the damned fill my ears, words only a member of the Thirteen can hear.  The curses from the other members are profane and hateful, promising pain and suffering. I raise my arms and screech into the night sky:

"Transport me to that sacred place, so I might confront my abhorred sisters in the blazing heat of the unholy, feminine, frays of catfighting!"

The skies erupt with claps of thunder and flashes of lightening, depositing me at the base of of the hill leading to St. Mary's Church. I make my way cautiously through the ruined landscape and flaming torches, each step announcing my transformation from witch to mere mortal, for it is written that all should clash as mortals, to rip, tear, claw and bite to an ultimate conclusion. The threshold awaits, and the massive door opens to reveal the arena of my fate as one of the younger of the Thirteen. The alter beckons me, and I am drawn toward it, seeing nothing but its evil presence, although I can sense my despised sisters nearby. The time for caution is past, now is the time for passion and mayhem.

Crashing backwards in to the crypt I removed my robe as I tell you to lock the door to the crypt as I look at you smiling as I respect you as I challenge you to lock the crypt and settle this the old way

Argh Amy I stand back up the wick smirk on my face little once you're need to better than that dear as I slither forward my heels click on the slabs as I throw my left arm around your neck driving my knees in to your face and body in pure vengeance for the Welsh sisterhood you destroyed

I've seen a lot of the world in my travels. I move around a lot. Never been able to stay in one place for very long. The ink on my left shoulder sums me up best ... "wanderlust". From upstate New York to the Netherlands to South Africa and finally to here on the other side of the world ... my own private paradise in the South Pacific ... Bali!

Far far away from all the craziness and negativity of the world of today. And, yes, also far far away from my Sisters in the Coven of Thirteen ... all Twelve of them. It wasn't Fear that drove me on my path of endless wandering. No, it was Hate. Hate for my twelve Sisters. I turned my back on that life a long time ago, washed my alabaster white hands of the blood and memory of the hated Twelve. And the Dark Lord who ruled us.

Yes, that life is gone. Or so I thought. One fateful night, the pale ghostly light of the full moon above Serengan Beach turns red ... blood red ... without warning. I feel a sudden sharp burning jolt in my heart urging me to climb the hill full of sacred Banyan trees where I had spent many hours in peaceful meditation. But the burning raging fire now in my heart is far from peaceful. I find myself consumed with anger and hate and know immediately it is a Summoning. A Summoning of the Thirteen. I crouch on the hilltop staring up at the Blood Red Moon.

I stand up with my back resting against the most sacred of sacred Banyans and call out the incantation of old that instantly transports me far from Bali to the abandoned church and graveyard of St. Mary's. I can see a few silhouettes lurking and moving in the dark shadows. The Twelve are here. The Coven of Thirteen is together once again. The prophecy of the Dark Lord has been fulfilled. Blue ice fills my veins. My claws want to rip and tear! There will be much blood shed this night.

And thus it begins ...

I will never bow too you I yell as I grab your left leg pushing it up send you to the floor I climb on you your bow to me Amy before I end you as our tattooed bodies roll across the slabs left then right

walking slowly   across the grounds   getting closer to the old  church, every movement,every shadow  gives  me caution

i hear   a rustle,and  stop  and peer into the darkness,   none of these  witches  are  above     a surprise   attack,, i have to be ready

moving closer to the church,i hear  a commotion,and fix my gaze  on the sound,,it's  amy  and  lynx,going at it

no surprise  there,,  i remebered  that  amy,always  had the knack for saying the wrong  thing,  ,,it won't be the only battle tonight,i

i catch a limpse of red,and think it's  another torch,but no,it's witch lauren,and her flaming  red hair

more movement,  witches    are coming from all sides,,  kate,,and erin,,alix,and vanessa....uuugh

,  i think of casting a spell and blasting them all back to the  hinter lands, then remeber   i'm without my powers this night


i stop beside   a torch   a cool  wind  blows  through my hair,, closing my eyes  it fills  as if i'm floating.

I stand alone in the dead lands, my heels squelching in the mud - the stench of death assaults my nostrils and it smells good. I stand within my horse shoe of vengeful spirits, they stand ready to encircle me and any one or more of my sisters. Make no mistake these spirits wish to see me suffer; sadly for them I shall inflict more torment and pain on their twisted souls by defeating all who would challenge me.

It's at this moment I sense a shift in the air, Alix the whore and that painted hag Lauren have clearly arrived. I glare up at the church and call out to my sisters:

"Is none amongst brave enough to face me in the cold embrace of the dead lands? HaHaHa the dark Lord will be disappointed by your collective cowardice."

As those words leave my lips the heavens open up and a sudden downpour soaks me, the dead lands and St.Mary's. So heavy is the rain the torches and even the bonfires struggle to remain lit.

Interesting poll. Alot of good fighters in the lineup. Who to vote for?

I get up coughing as I walk on to the badlands looking for Amy who did  ran as I walk through the graveyard of st Mary's

My eyes quickly adjust to the foggy smoky darkness and the silhouettes in the shadows begin to take shapes. Familiar shapes.

There's Lexi by the church always watching, always ready for anything ...

Lynx staggering through the ancient decaying tombstones in search of some victim ...

Kate standing framed in the large doorway of St. Mary's ... beckoning us to enter just like she summoned us ... "You won't have to wait very long, sister dear," I hiss savagely. "Lauren is right here!"

There's young Alix, so bold, so reckless ... "You'll be learning a few lessons tonight, little sister! Pity your exam will end so tragically ... "

Erin over in the shadows purring to a black cat ... I tense up remembering the last time we clashed. "We finally meet again, sister bitch! I waited a long long long time for our paths to cross once more!"

I start to move toward Erin when I hear another very familiar voice calling my name.

Amy.

Oh, I've been very aware of Amy's presence forever. Even before I ended up in Bali. But it's become a lot stronger thanks to our geographic closeness. I felt her here in this graveyard before I saw her or heard her voice. And what I'm witnessing now proves that she hasn't changed a bit. Even after all these decades gone by.

She's walking right out in the open, so brazen, so foolhardy, so ... so DUMB! With twelve of us here ready to rip her to shreds, you would think she'd have brains enough not to be such an easy inviting target. But noooooo!

I quickly dart behind a tall tombstone with a cracked broken cross on top. I easily climb up to the top of the stone, my bare feet perched on either side of the cross. In a crouch. Waiting.

There's a loud crack of thunder and a vivid lightning flash as the heavens open and a heavy downpour drenches everything in sight. My black sarong clings to me as I wait for Amy to get close enough. With a banshee wail I launch myself from the stone right onto Amy, grabbing her drenched black hair as we crash down and begin to roll savagely like frenzied wildcats in the now muddy grass and earth in the cemetery. 

Walking through the graveyard I watch Lauren and Amy rolling in the grass and mud but it be so easy to snap their necks but I look forward my own target

What a great matchup of women, all shapes, all sizes, and all kind of catty witchy abilities, all of you are worthy of winning this poll, and although we can vote for 5 which I did, there is one that I believe will win it all, lets go Lauren Phillips, lets see what kind of catty witch you can be!!

Some big names in this one!

I see Katie an stand in front of her hell if it is not the witch that order my sister's killed I snear as I stand challengingly let settle this in the mud my dear

The contests have already started, Lynx and Amy the first, and then a quick exit, and Amy and Lauren Vanessa seek each other out: my my, isn't Amy the aggressive little thing.  I look around at the arriving witches now turned mortal, and one's glossy, raven black hair reflects a lighted torch. Lexi, her normally coarse hair turned into a silken mane, a magnet for a blonde's fingers, and on this night the fingers seeking it out are mine.  "Lexi" I purr as I approach her, "dare you to engage with me in battle?"  My tone is level, but my eyes glow with fighting spirit. I approach her, kicking off my heels to better deal with the mud, my hands raising up, ready to catfight.

Amy is out to finish the job of killing the Welsh coven but as she chokes my carotid artery as I stumble forward look for a advantage over any as I slither through the mud with anyone my back as I ram us into and over the gravestones

i hear someone  approaching,   my vision adjustingto the   dim light,i see  a form coming closer,but can't make it out,

then  that voice,the  unmistakable  voice of  Alix,  i tense watching as she comes closer still.

she taunts  me,with a challenge, that's  all it takes,i  walk closer,able to now see the sleek   form of her body

the confident smirk on her face,  sliping off my  shoes  we start to circle,the tension building

then  we go for it  and lunge,our bodies  splat togather, owww i groan feling her claws bury in my hair

i sink my claws  in her stringy mop,,givin her empty hea  a shake side  to side

I growl and hiss as Amy wraps her fingers around my throat ... I'm on top of her and my fingers are tangled in her black rain soaked hair. I lift her head up and slam it down into the squishy mud once ... twice ... The heavy downpour of rain drenching us both has made my skin slick and wet and allows me to grab her wrist with my other hand to pull her clawing fingers from my neck. I reach for a broken chunk of tombstone lying near us wanting so much to smash it into her snarling face and finish her off once and for all ...

But a piercing voice sears through my brain commanding me to enter the old church ... It's not Kate's voice. ... but another. With one final slam of Amy's head into the mud I get up off her ... give her a final quick kick in the ribs for good measure. As I move away I see Lynx returning to continue her fight with Amy but that's no concern of mine for now. Instead I glide across the glistening wet grass to the stone steps and the church entrance and the rest of my Sisters and the Voice beckoning me ...

Alone in the dead lands my body is being pummelled not by my wretched sisters but by the rain. The spirits of my victims look vexed, as do I. Am I really the only member of the Thirteen who is brave enough to face the terror of the dead lands or perhaps it is me that sends a chill down their yellow spines. This is no dance, there is no permission to give or rules to follow - my invitation is clear - come and fight me!

It is at that moment of peak frustration my Dark Lord appears before me, he taunts me yet he too is vexed by my sisters actions...

"Witch...your night is rather unimpressive so far. The only blood you have shed has been your own. Do your sisters hate you so much that they won't accept your challenge or is it perhaps they all do fear you? Mmm vexing...most vexing indeed!"

I fall to my knees and before my Dark Lord, I plea:

"Oh my lord, My sisters fear me...I besiege you, release me from this infernal bond of sisterhood. Grant me the freedom to murder and slay my wretched sisters..."

"Enough Witch! You may get what you want...I'm inclined to grant you this boon. Besides who needs witches when we have social media to destroy the soul of humanity? However let's see what your sisters will do...maybe one of them will find her courage and join you in the dead lands or maybe you're so pathetic and hated, they don't see you as being worth fighting? Either way...stand your ground witch - stand!"

And with that my Dark Lord disappeared from sight and I rose up to my feet and glared in the direction of St. Mary's and my sisters.

As I lift my bare foot up onto the first gravelly stone step to the church door I suddenly stop and turn my head. Through the sound of the whistling wind and pelting rain I hear a voice in the distance ... I know that voice ... beseeching "Come and fight me!"

"As you wish, 'dear' sister ... as you wish ... "

I turn and retrace my steps ... once more gliding across the cemetery grass out to the forbidding deadlands where I see a solitary figure standing there ... waiting ... for someone ... for me ...

"Kate, I see you standing there ... standing your ground ... where you shall fall!"

How much time has passed is unknown to me, I am alone in the dead lands. I'm a solitary figure of evil, this my domain - I claim it as mine. As I will one day claim dominion over hell itself. Why have a Dark Lord when you can have a Dark Queen!!! But as I drunk on power slip further into my insanity, I at last see a figure appear from the gloom. It's Lauren the painted bitch; myself and Lauren crossed paths numerous times over the centuries. But each time that accursed pact of sisterhood saved her from my wrath.

I feel my nails twitch with excitement, the spirits who surround me begin to moan as well. Oh how they crave to see my defeat and oh how I crave to disappoint them and prolong their tormented existence. But as I get ready to embrace Lauren's face with my nails...Amy the demented speeds past her. The last time I saw Amy run that fast she was running from a pious nun of all things, the wretched servant of god threatened my sister with soap! Amazing how one of the thirteen can be defeated with soap...but this is Amy, he don't call her a dirty bitch for nothing.

Eventually Amy's body collides into mine and I shudder at the intensity of the impact. Our breasts crush into each other's and at last I feel pain, delicious pain. We lock together tightly and I rake my nails down her back, as Amy begins to tear my dress.

*Ripppppp*

The sound of my own dress ripping excites me and I snake my right leg between Amy's and hook her left calf as I hurl us both into the cold wet mud of the dead lands. But before we tumble, I hear you shout for Lauren to join us...I too call out to Lauren.

"Lauren you painted hag...come let me scar you, my nails hunger for your face as much as they hunger for Amy's"

Then with a smile on my face, I sink my teeth into that foul bitch Amy's right shoulder and with one final twist of my hips, we both finally tumble screaming at each other into the cold embrace of the dead lands.

I see my nemesis for the moment, the bitch Lexi, return my glare as she starts to approach, closing the distance between us.  We start to circle, announcing her acceptance of my challenge, and my eagerness to fight her.  She lunges at me, and I at her, our toned bodies mashing together in hatred as our hands fly into each others hair.  She shakes my head side to side by my hair, my scalp already aching, and I curl my fingers in her wind blown locks, twisting them back and forth to put pressure on her roots as my nails dig into her scalp, both of us howling in anger.

We tumble into the cold wet embrace of the dead lands, the musty odour of death is overwhelming. My teeth relish the flavour of your flesh; however a swift and dirty thumb to my eye forces my mouth to release you and I howl in pain:

"Arhh Amy you dirty fucking cxnt!" I scream

But as I scream in pain you mount me and thrust my head deep into the dead lands. I'm submerged into a world of tepid water and decay. However I've survived the dark ages, the Witch trials of the 1600's...hell I even survived the curious logic of a silly knight who wanted to see if I weighed the same as a duck! Like hell am I going to falter now against you! But as I begin to choke in the depths of the dead lands, I feel the warmth of your breath as you go to bite my breast. Immediately my left reaches up and restrains your forehead; as I bend your neck backwards in an effort to keep your teeth away. Yet your teeth succeed in finding my breast and I wither in pain beneath you. However with your neck bending backwards, I make a fist and repeatedly begin to punch you in your exposed throat with my right hand. You can suck in the pain of a few shots, but I throw many towards you and eventually you roll off and release me. With my body unburdened by yours, I rise up and gasp for air.

As the cold air fills my lungs, I regain my composure and rise slowly to my feet. As I do so I slip off the remains of my dress. Standing in muddy lingerie and stockings I look towards our Dark Lord and curtsy. The Dark Lord acknowledges my gesture of respect...but then I turn to you and say:

"Well Amy how about we claw each other's faces this time? We both yearn too...so how about it? You scratch me and I scratch you...bitch?"

As I drift over to the deadlands to do battle with sister Kate I see that Amy has gotten there ahead of me, seemingly leaving Lynx in the graveyard. I'll let them rip each other to shreds and then feast on the pieces remaining. I cast my eyes and other senses in search of a new prey. Well, not new. No.

There's Erin where I last saw her, still bonding with black cat Grimalkin purring in her arms. Having lived with the big cats in South Africa, I've learned much from my fierce feline companions. How to stalk, attack and conquer prey. With speed, cunning, stealth and ferocity.

I circle around behind her, staying in the shadows as I creep closer, closer ... the whistle of the wind and splats of the heavy rain masking all sound coming from me as I get nearer to my unaware enemy sister. That's when I make my move, blindsiding her from behind, wrapping my left arm around her neck tightly. Grimalkin flies out of her hands with a dreadful screeching rawl as I bring my right hand up, cupping her face with my razor sharp claws digging into the flesh of her cheeks.

I drag struggling Erin over to the jutting stone wall of the church. My blood red lips brush lightly against her right ear as I hiss "Your wandering sister has returned! Just like I swore I would! Bet you regret not finishing the job last time we met. I vow to the Dark Lord that I won't make your mistake this night!"

I bare my white teeth and sink them savagely into Erin's earlobe, drawing first ... but most def ... not last blood.

uuumh,i groan, feeling trans of my hair rip free, I tighten my grip in  Alex's. hair, hearing her groans,,  we yank at each others. hair without caution

arching  by. body back, then slap into hers, let go, or. else. I hiss releasing my right hand swing a low slap ,hoping  to sla[p. across your hip  or ass cheek
 

our breast slap, and punch together under the fabric of our thin tops.

Quote from: Amy J on October 23, 2024, 09:18:45 PM

Quote from: Dicey_Kate on October 23, 2024, 08:12:09 PM
We tumble into the cold wet embrace of the dead lands, the musty odour of death is overwhelming. My teeth relish the flavour of your flesh; however a swift and dirty thumb to my eye forces my mouth to release you and I howl in pain:

"Arhh Amy you dirty fucking cxnt!" I scream

But as I scream in pain you mount me and thrust my head deep into the dead lands. I'm submerged into a world of tepid water and decay. However I've survived the dark ages, the Witch trials of the 1600's...hell I even survived the curious logic of a silly knight who wanted to see if I weighed the same as a duck! Like hell am I going to falter now against you! But as I begin to choke in the depths of the dead lands, I feel the warmth of your breath as you go to bite my breast. Immediately my left reaches up and restrains your forehead; as I bend your neck backwards in an effort to keep your teeth away. Yet your teeth succeed in finding my breast and I wither in pain beneath you. However with your neck bending backwards, I make a fist and repeatedly begin to punch you in your exposed throat with my right hand. You can suck in the pain of a few shots, but I throw many towards you and eventually you roll off and release me. With my body unburdened by yours, I rise up and gasp for air.

As the cold air fills my lungs, I regain my composure and rise slowly to my feet. As I do so I slip off the remains of my dress. Standing in muddy lingerie and stockings I look towards our Dark Lord and curtsy. The Dark Lord acknowledges my gesture of respect...but then I turn to you and say:

"Well Amy how about we claw each other's faces this time? We both yearn too...so how about it? You scratch me and I scratch you...bitch?"

I rise from the swamp like a demon from hell.  Your taunting challenge burns my ears. You, who never rivaled my beauty, now wish to risk your plain face to damage mine!  I clap my hands to your temples and drag my nails down your cheeks.  Livid slashes bubble in their wake, a fleeting resemblance to the war paint of your Saxon men. 

Your scream of pain is sweet music.  Especially the panic of the rising soprano note when my claws reach your throat.....

"Hahaha...Hahaha Oh Amy...don't ever change." I sneer in between my fit of giggles. It's clear that you're putting on a show for the Dark Lord, in your mind you're rising up from the swamp like a Demon from hell. However for us still in reality you have the grace of a decrepit old whore who has been on her knees all week blowing off the entire US Navy.  My sister Amy has been accused of many things over the years, being graceful in her movements is not one of them. Yet as our eyes lock, we both smile and recklessly lunge for each other's faces. Your nails strike my face first and instantly I feel the pain and sting of your claws and cool almost refreshing feel of my own blood dripping down my cheeks. I want to scream out in pain and I do...but first my nails dig deeply into your cheeks. While you slowly drag your nails down my face, I frantically thrash and slash at yours with my own. My attack is rabid, animalistic in nature and cruel.

With both of us working over each other's cheeks; we scream in pain together and hurl insults at each other:

"Arhhhh...Owwwwww...Bitch...Whore"

But then your claws reach my throat, you dig them in deeply - the pain is excruciating! I force myself to smile through gritted teeth and I press my breasts into yours. I hiss at you:

"Your face is a mess now my dearest Amy, you fucking dirty whore!"

However this was all a game of misdirection and while you focus on my words and the pressure from my breasts, you don't notice my right knee that slams into your pussy. You bend towards me, as one would expect from a low blow and instantly I grab and yank on your hair with my left hand and slam my right fist straight into your face. It hits your nose sweetly and a sickening crunch sound is heard, as you fall onto your flabby ass I snarl at you:

"Amy you're nothing to me...accept practice you dirty cxnt!"

The spell has been cast. As queen of the Latin witches and member of the thirteen, I am summoned and transported to the dead lands of Saint Mary. I can feel my powers disappearing as I make my way through the rainy quagmire. I can see how Kate is stuck with Amy and the rest of the witches of the thirteen lurk and fight in the darkness... I came to claim my throne as Queen of the thirteen witches

She fights well, this mortal incarnate of a witch, but of course, Lexie is still a witch after all.  Her right hand rips from my hair, the pain in my scalp extreme as strands are ripped out.  My voice howls "OWWWW, you SLUT", as my scream pierces the night air.  The bitch now strikes with abandon at my hip and ass with her now free hand, her nails nicking my tender skin, inflicting more and more pain.  She thrusts her breasts into mine, full and firm, and I thrust back in response with my smaller but firmer assets, more than up to this contest as we parry, push and grind together.  I rip my right hand out of her now tousled, rain soaked hair, my fingers clutching a handful of dark strands, then grab at the neckline of her dress, pulling hard and rewarded with the sound of fabric tearing.  The thin strap breaks, exposing her left breast, glistening in the rain, her nipple hard in anger.  "Bitch, you are mine, and I shall conquer you, then move on to my next victim", snarling in her face as my hips thrust into hers, trying to knock her off balance as our bodies continue to press in, hard and unyielding.

I see Marlu I cnt believe my eye one a friend now a enemy I walk over to the latin witch care to dance my old friend as the graveyard is struck by thunder and lightning as the thirteen battle

me  and  bitch witch   alix  into it now,seeing  strands,of my hair,locked in her fingers,inflames me more

i give  her mop  another hard yank,we stager  an  stumble,,in the mu,,keeping each other proped  up

you bitch i growl  ,my dressed riped, exposing  my right tit..using  my left han i catch  her  cheap top at the  shouler line  pulling,once,twice,,three  timesthen  rippppp.

the only thing tht will be yours   is  this butt kicking,  i answer   ,working my right leg betwwen hers i twist

taking us both own  to the wet ground

The catfight intensifies, hair being torn out as outfits are destroyed, exposing more and more of our bodies to each other and the night.  You keep at my hair as we stumble in the mud, and I keep you close to me as I respond in kind, regripping more of your hair, keeping our bodies tight.  Our breasts meet, wet and naked, jolting both of us with a shock, when I suddenly feel your leg behind mine, your hips twisting us to one side, then sending us down into the wet mud.  I scramble to get on top of you, my dress bunched up around my waist as I complete my straddle, my left hand pinning your head to the muddy surface as my right claws at your left tit.  "We shall see, vile slut, who will emerge victorious, but I fear you will be devastated by the end result" my sneering lips proclaim as I start to bounce my firm butt on your toned tummy like a jockey, trying to push the wind out of your lungs.

Quote from: Amy J on October 24, 2024, 12:46:27 PM
Mmmmmmmmm......I've inflamed you, Kate.  Good.   I want your fire.  I crave your hate. And your bloody face is a snarling mask now.  Your knee.   Your fist.   You batter me, and I inhale the pain like the rotting stench of the bog around us.  With my head bowed, I watch my blood drip from my face into the mud, a swirl of scarlet swallowed by the filth.   

Then my leg sweeps like Death's Scythe into your ankles.  You join me in the mud and almost before you thud into it, I am on you like a cat.  On your back.   Dragging back your head.  Stare into the falling rain, Kate.  Try to count the drops.  My nails slice into your jutting breast like razors.  My thumbnail pries into your nipple, lifting it. 

I scream as you scream, but my sound is gleeful......

The rain is falling hard, very hard but even Mother Nature cannot keep up with the frenetic pace of our catfight. I smile as you get punched into the filth and decay of the dead lands. However I barely have a moment to gloat before you sweep my legs.

"Arhhh you fucking bitch!" I screech, as I tumble back into the mud and decay of the dead lands. I go to pick myself up, yet you jump on my back like a demonic black cat. Your claws instantly dig into my body and roar with anger:

"Get the fuck off me you ugly bitch!"

You pull my head back with one hand and I feel my neck strain, as my head is tilted up towards the night sky.

"Fucking bitch" I snarl as your other hand seeks out and begins to torment my breast. Your twist and pull, you slice and cut my breast and nipple with your nails. The pain is excruciating and our dark Lord on his throne of stone roars with excitement, while I roar with pain.

"Ow...Ow...Ow! Get off me Amy, get the fuck off me you whore!" I snap in anger...and then I make my move. I reach down into the dead lands with my right hand and grab a handful of its decay and with a smile I slam it into your eyes. The festering material temporarily obscures your vision and while in your confused state, I act. I dig my feet into the dead lands lift myself into a standing position before I intentionally and quickly tumble myself backwards and thrust the back of your body into the cold and unforgiving stone throne of our dark lord! As you impact the throne, I scream out:

"BITCH!!!"

I head back towards Amy amid Alix as Marlu not showing I see the to young witches catfighting in the mud I silently walk over to the young witches I kick Alix with my left leg as I grab Amy by her hair as I swing you in to a gravestone

Quote from: Miss Hell for leather lynx on October 24, 2024, 05:07:44 PM
I head back towards Amy amid Alix as Marlu not showing I see the to young witches catfighting in the mud I silently walk over to the young witches I kick Alix with my left leg as I grab Amy by her hair as I swing you in to a gravestone

I jump on top of Lynx with both hands, that bitch witch is very bruised from her fight against Amy, I forcefully grab Lynx's head and hit it against one of the tombstones of the muddy dead lands, the rain does not stop and the quagmire becomes increasingly It is more intense and heavier, I begin to bury Lynx's head in the mud trying to drown her.

Oh you bitch Marlu attacking me while my back turned you fingers as we crash in to the mud my being force into the mud as I throw my left elbow in to your side of the face knocking you of me I remove my rode kneeling nude as I challenge Marlu to the old witch fight code of the past

Quote from: Miss Hell for leather lynx on October 24, 2024, 05:29:43 PM
Oh you bitch Marlu attacking me while my back turned you fingers as we crash in to the mud my being force into the mud as I throw my left elbow in to your side of the face knocking you of me I remove my rode kneeling nude as I challenge Marlu to the old witch fight code of the past

Like a fierce cat witch, I show my teeth and my claws, didn't you have enough bitch? I come to claim my throne! Your elbow barely made a dent in my side, you are very weak from your fight against Amy... I attack you and this time it is your back that creaks against the dull gravel of muddy stone... you are semi-unconscious and I begin to bury your face in the mud, the spirits tormented by Kate begin to raise their arms from the earth claiming Lynx within their graves

The arms of the dead pulling at me I fill with hate and strength as my head goes in the mud I push you up with my hands as my left leg go see underneath your chin kicking you off me as my naked body raises up at  rub my breasts and my pussy while sister lets take this in the old ritual style marlu

Your kick manages to keep me away from you, but you remain prey to the hands of the zombies from beyond the grave. I manage to get away from the muddy cemetery and continue in the direction of St. Mary to claim my throne as queen of the thirteen

I pull free finally and see you head to the church I slither through the graveyard and in through the side door for st Mary's I stand in the throne room and stand in the sister Marlu I know your disrobe as face me witch on witch as my strength retunes

down into the mud we go, with a wet splat sound, followed, by. an  unngh,from us both.

we thrash around, puling and grabbing at each other

you straddle,  me,, get of me I snarl,wirthing  trying to arch and buck you off

your hand presses my head downturning my cheek to the mud,,,

owww I howl feeling your claw dig into my tit

your taunts, only make things worse for you

able to work my body. and stretch my arms. out. my hands finding your dancing tits,,and. curls  my fingers. around. your girls

Quote from: Miss Hell for leather lynx on October 24, 2024, 06:18:15 PM
I pull free finally and see you head to the church I slither through the graveyard and in through the side door for st Mary's I stand in the throne room and stand in the sister Marlu I know your disrobe as face me witch on witch as my strength retunes

Looks like Lynx is using magic, you've taken a beating from Amy and me, including the zombies grabbing you from their graves, you should be buried among the zombies, you witch

Advantage me, until you fight fire with unholy fire, curling your fingers into my tits.  "AIEEEEEE" I scream, and curse myself out for leaving you such an obvious opening, but the deed is done.  My hand leaves your tit, and joins my other in your hair, trying to twist your face fully into the muddy ground, sacrificing my tits to your nails to hopefully smother you out.  "Breathe mud, you vile bitch", I snarl, my face a mask of pain from your torture of my tits.  My arms shake from the force needed to achieve my goal, and I tell myself to keep twisting your head to drive your face deeper into the mud.

my neck creaks. twisted at an awkward angle,  my face being pushed.  deeper  into the gooey mud
I try and pull my legs up and brace on my feet. bucking, hoping to cause you to lose balance
you tell. me to eat mud,, I think I see a chance, to change things

freeing my right hand. ,I swing a wild punch at your body, I feel it thump into you

and hoping. that takes some of the fight out of you

As my teeth sink into the soft flesh of Erin's earlobe, her familiar and protector, the loyal black cat Grimalkin, tries to come to her defense.  The cat attacks ferociously, slashing and scratching at my legs with her razor sharp claws while adding cruel savage bites to do anything to aid her mistress, my hated sister. I happily welcome the stinging pain from her feline claws and fangs, knowing full well that torment and suffering are merely tests of my commitment to the Dark Lord ... both the giving and receiving ... Yes, agony is a good thing. And, oh, there will be much agony under the Blood Red Moon this night!

I snap my head back, my ice-blue eyes shine in the red moonlight ... the crimson of Erin's blood stains my white teeth. As Grimalkin continues to bite and scratch and Erin continues to fight to free herself from my grasp, I tighten my grip on her neck and spin us around ... knocking Grimalkin away from my legs with a hard kick.

"Shall we dance, sister? Under the light of the Blood Red Moon?"

I arch my back and press my breasts into Erin's shoulder blades as we finish our whirling spin, slamming her face first against the stone wall of St. Mary's. My arm still snaked around her neck, I grab the back of her tousled mane and push her cheek hard into the cold wet slimy mossy rocks. My wild laughter drowns out the sound of the wind and echoes through the graveyard.

(Apologies to all for my absence, bit of a medical thing)

So there i am, happily stroking Grimalkin and listening to all the blood curdling cries from my evil sisters when i'm suddenly blindsided. At first i don't see who it is raking my face with her claws but then a bolt of lightning lights up the face of my old enemy The Wandering Witch, Lauren.
I let out a low shriek of pain and Grimalkin shoots from my arms. Your sharp lil teeth then sink into my earlobe, the first known case of a witch vampire. I'm dragged across the sodden ground, still on my feet but firmly in your control. This is no way to treat the descendant of a Pendle witch.
Seems reputations mean nothing to you, and why should they, we are here to rip each other to pieces.
It's then that my familiar Grimalkin comes to my aid, hissing, scratching and biting at your legs.
You lash out with a well directed foot and send the jet black cat tumbling into a gravestone where he lies gasping for breath, now you are free to continue your attack on me. You wrap an arm around my neck and spin us round. I see the wall of the church coming rapidly towards my face, my arms snap out, hands meet rough hewn stone saving my face from further damage, at least for now.
You then grab at my hair and push my cheek against the wet moss covered stone. You shriek with laughter...but now you got me all peed off.

I thrust back my right elbow, seeking out your ribs, at the same time i lift my left foot which is still encased in my thigh length black boot. I drive the heel down towards the instep of your right foot..."Did you really think taking me down would be easy, bitch"? i hiss as i twist from your grasp.

I make no attempt to attack your face but instead i grab hold of your hair and drag you to me. My lips meet yours but this is no loving kiss, as our lips meet i drive my right knee up fast and hard, it unerringly arrows towards your oft used kitty. "A kitty for a kitty" i mock looking over at a now recovering Grimalkin.

Oh the sounds...the sounds you made as your weak flesh collided into the cold and unforgiving stone of our Dark Lord's throne. It was my magnum opus, a symphony of pain, music for my wicked ears. Your screams would have surely waked the dead, if they were not already roaming the dead lands. As for my attack, its effect was just as I desired. Your hand took flight almost instantaneously and my breasts heaved in the cold air, relieved that your assault was over...yet I must admit your touch and the pain itself was a delicious sensation.

However my triumph is short lived as you wrap your legs around my waist and squeeze with all your might. Immediately I begin to control my breathing, yet my body feels as if my internal organs might just burst under the pressure. I curse at you...

"Ow...Amy you fucking bitch, either release me or I will take your sight!"

Now it is my turn to thumb both of your eyes and you know I would not hesitate to blind you. My thumbs begin to press into your eye sockets and quickly you release me. Free from you I stumble forwards and barely manage to stay on my feet; swiftly I turn to face you and I raise my fists in clear challenge. With our eyes locked, we stare into the emptiness of each other's souls...

With our Dark Lord sat on the edge of his throne with excitement, myself and Amy stare hatefully at each other. With our fists raised we stalk each other, yet despite the deadly serious nature of our encounter...we both smile excitedly. Out of the Thirteen it is perhaps us who most of all have a fetish for pain? A lust for blood? My lust for blood is legendary - The Crimson Demon - is a moniker I've inherited with pride over the centuries. Meanwhile the only moniker you inherited was "The Demon Whore of Bangkok!".

But then the ground beneath us begins to tremble as our Dark Lord says:

"Tear the Bitch apart!"

Excitedly we hurl ourselves together, fists flaying as we throw hammer blow after hammer blow at each other. You slam a fist into my ribs; a few seconds later an uppercut from me collides into your jaw. We both suck up the pain and keep on punching, one second my body shudders...then  your body is rocked. I scream in pain, only for you to scream just as loud. You send a combo of punches towards my belly and breasts, your punches are so hard that wounds of my breasts begin to flow again with new blood. I curse you:

"Ow....Ow....arhhh Amy you dirty whore!"

Yet, despite our exchange of blows, we both stand our ground...however my next act confounds you. As I begin to chant...impossible Kate has no magic this night! Yet chant I do...

"By the last pathetic flicker of your sad little spells,
By the vanity of a third-rate witch with all the grace of a drunk toad,
By the desperate wiles of a bargain-bin slut clinging to her borrowed broom,
I call forth the one thing you'll never have—actual talent!
Let every lame enchantment of yours wither like your love life,
Let your cheap charms fizzle out like your tragic attempts at eyeliner!
For I, Kate, have had it with your sad, wannabe-witch act!"

But my chant was a deception! As with a smug grin plastered across my face I suddenly lean in and grab two handfuls of your hair, before thrusting my forehead into your already battered nose. Blood erupts from your nose and the Dark Lord erupts with laughter at my unorthodox attack and I shout out the word "Explosion!"

Lexi is down and vulnerable, but still she fights on like the courageous witch she has transformed from.  Her legs try to pull up underneath her, but that move is too predictable, foiled by my rising with her, and then dropping on her ribs with all my weight, the cracking sound filling the rain soaked darkness.  Her right hand releases my left tit, and then swings wildly at me, her punches raining on my toned body, the smacking sounds of fist on skin filling the night with yet more new sounds of battle.  I'm committed to my attack, staying as upright as I can, moving up now to place my butt on her full breasts.  My still hands clenched in her hair, using all my strength to bear down on her head, the mud now enveloping her entire face as she still squirms heroically beneath me.  "You're finished sister, the battle is over" sneering at her with words I truly hope are true.

Beautiful

Quote from: bcw8 on October 25, 2024, 02:03:03 PM
Beautiful

Yes, I am....shame the same can't be said about the other Witches ;D

I knew it wouldn't take very much to unleash the temper of my long time hated sister/foe ... her sickening pride in being the descendant of Katherine Hewitt (I've honestly lost count of the endless times I've heard her tell that story over the decades) ... Yes, my sneak attack, the abuse of Grimalkin and my drawing first blood in such a Vampira-like fashion triggers her primal rage ... as expected.

As I slam her cheek into the sharp cutting stones of the wall, Erin's elbow smashes into my ribs just below my heaving right breast. Pain ... Pain feels good! I feed on it! The spiked heel of her black boot drives into the instep of my bare right foot. My blue eyes widen from the sudden shock and I let out a hissing gasp as my blood has now also been shed.

Erin suddenly twists free and we face each other ... Flashing eyes locked ... teeth bared ... both hissing. Simultaneously we grab for hair and our crimson lips join together in a frenzied venomous kiss of pure hatred. Her knee shoots up hard and fast into my vulnerable kitty ... a shock wave of fiery agony courses through my body! Lips still locked and fingers twined and tangled in each other's hair, I fight the pain as best I can, focusing on returning it to the bitch ... with interest!!!

I see her eyes dart quickly over to Grimalkin and use the distraction to my advantage. Before Erin can react, I use her hair to twist us around again so her back is to the wall. Then propel us into it as hard as possible ... driving the back of her skull into the unyielding unforgiving stone using my hands in her hair and my hate-kiss to keep her from pulling free!

Marlu I a witch of the earth I life with in it I still hurt from yours and Amy's attacks but I am not done yt

The Demon Whore Of Bangkok's face tempts my claws like no other...I simply must be the one to ruin it. My excitement gets the better of me, my lust for cruelty consumes me and I rush towards you. I extend my claws like razor sharp talons, my chest heaves with excitement as my nails inch closer to that moment of chaotic destruction. Yet my lust to scar and maim betrays me and deftly you evade me and grab me by my hair and lunge my face towards your thrusting knee. There is a sickening crack that even makes the Dark Lord wince; the spirits of my victims all moan in approval. They rapturously cheer for you, yet I wonder if their support would come if they knew you as well as I?

"Oww  Ow Fuckkkkkk my nose...you fucking bitch...I will kill you Amy! On the blood of my ancestors I will Kill you!" My declaration is loud and clear, however my declaration of a blood oath to kill you falls on death ears.

"Silence Witch! You know the rules...no one shall die tonight! You and your sisters are my slaves...obey me witch! Defy me and a fate worse than death awaits you both!" Screams the Dark Lord, but then cheekily I reply:

"If not tonight, how about tomorrow my Dark Lord? I hear tomorrow is a good day to die!"

The Dark Lord ignores my plea, while you visibly contemplate the challenge. Yet with my nose shattered and bleeding profusely over you the dead lands, you continue to hold and pull on my hair. I've fallen down onto my knee if front of you, my head feels groggy and my stomach is doing somersaults. Yet my desire to hear you scream and my own insanity drive me on, I make a fist with my right hand and slam it into your unguarded pussy! Your face turns various shades of red as the pain travels up every nerve in your body and you drop into the dead lands beside me.

With us both on our knees we stare coldly at each other, half of us wants the other dead...the other half wants to torture her sister for all eternity. Will either craving be fulfilled? Only time will tell...

It's just total mayhem!!!Clapping!!!

I wished I saw this I would've entered it good luck ladies

I try to bridge. again, and again yo. buck   Alex. off ,but I just can get  enough leverage,,my feet keep slipping in the sloppy mud

the silly witch, thinks. she has me where she wants me, but I have more than  1 trick in my  bag of tricks

Alex is to bust gloating, and. taunting, to notice  I drop my right hand.  into the  gooey mud

raking in a handfuls try and time it just right, then lift my hand.  and fling the mud at her face hoping to surprise, and distract her.

here is some  mud for your. eye. cow,,, u snarl

{sorry to have been a little slow to answer Alex,,,Friday's. can be hectic in rl}

I should'ent be the only one. e having bus pie   for halloween

There is an old human saying "If looks could kill?". Most definitely an appropriate sentiment for tonight, while my sanity has always been a topic of debate. Amy was known as being an emotionless and cold blooded killer, mass killer to be precise. Her calm almost professional killing was an art in its own right, Amy would always have a plan, a cunning plan and she would execute it will clinical precision. Clinical is perhaps the best word to describe Amy. However tonight is different...there is no plan, if anything Amy has embraced her inner Kate and is revelling in the insanity and pleasure of the violence and pain we joyfully inflict on each other. We're both completely lost, insane and utterly reckless and tonight is merely now an hors d'oeuvres...we now fight only to wet our appetite for future displays of vulgarity and violence.

So when the Dark Lord himself thrusts our bodies together, I knew exactly what you were going to do and I even spread my knees apart for you...a curtesy from one sister to another. And you wasted no time in thrusting your nails between my thighs and neither did I bitch! Our nails first tore and dug into each other's labia...then onwards and deeper they delve, until at last we both had each other's clit in our grip. With a smile we butchered each other's womanhood while we spat and cursed at each other. Our breasts crushed together and our teeth lunged and snapped as we both desperately tried to bite each other's faces. Our screams were guttural and violent, yet an onlooker would probably still deduce that we're having fun!

"Ow...arhhh Amy you fucking cxnt!" I screamed as your nails butchered my pussy. The pain, the glorious pain was delicious and my tears which had started long ago were concealed by the filth and decay of the dead lands. I'm sure that Amy was crying too? I'm sure that like me every nerve in her body felt like it was screaming in pain...yet we both endured and enjoyed the moment. The Crimson Demon Vs The Whore Of Bangkok was coming to a crescendo and despite the darkness I felt the eyes of our sisters upon us both, yet would any dare attack us?

Stands at the throne waiting for the other witches to come in so we can end this bitter war as my claws have blood dripping from them as I wish to be with me true covenant in the afterlife

Quote from: Amy J on October 25, 2024, 11:01:45 PM
The only "inner Kate" I'm embracing is with my nails scraping out your g-spot. 

You are restless....break free of me, fight another.  :-*

Amy I'm going no where and I remind you that I'm clawing at your kitty too  :-*

I'm just trying to get our other witches involved...if their woman enough to face the both of us!

I walk back towards Amy and Katie as my nude body.as I  come to battle ias I grab Katie's left tit and I dig my right hand nails it to Amy's pussy

Myself and Lauren, the Wandering Witch as she likes to call herself stagger around in the graveyard. Flashes of lightning illuminate our bodies and those of the other witches who are desperately trying to take down a rival. Large raindrops scold our semi naked bodies and wash the blood from our torn faces. Time, just for a moment, seems to stand still as we are locked together in a hate filled kiss. My knee unerringly slams into your kitty and i feel your knees weaken. You quickly recover however and resume your attempts to over power me.

This is far from the first time our paths have crossed. The last time we had the advantage of our mystical powers and we fought each other to a standstill. We are both aware of the others strengths and weaknesses and you picked up on one of mine, my tendency to get distracted. That is exactly what happens as i see Grimaldi get to his feet and start to lick his paws, no doubt tasting your blood from the vicious scratches to your legs.

As i glance over you attack, your claw like hands fly into my rain soaked hair and you spin us around, you start to back me up towards the church wall. The mud caked ground offers me no purchase, my boots no help here as they slip and slide. My back hits the wall as does my head. For a moment i see stars, you keep your lips pressed to mine, my arms wrap around you, no loving hug this, just an attempt to hold you close while i recover.

Recover i do, tough lil witchy that i am. I suck your bottom lip between my teeth then bite down, the iron taste of your blood fills my senses. Eager now to punish you for the nasty attacks you have wreaked on my body, i tighten my arms around you, crushing us together. My tits spill out of what remains of my black bra, nipples proudly excited, erect, i always did love a nasty fight.

Then i peel my back off the wall, i feel a trickle of warmth down my neck as blood from the back of my head makes it's way to my back. Pushing off from the wall, howling in a fit of crimson rage i fling us at the nearest gravestone. Looking to drive your back into it before i grind you into the mud.

Lexi the bitch witch squirms under me, and I can feel her full, firm breasts rub into the crotch of my soaked, muddy panties.  I ride precariously on top of her as she bucks into me, moaning as I feel a warmth spread through my loins, struggling to stay atop her breasts, keeping her face squished into the mud.  I fail to notice her right hand dig into the gooey slime, and then feel the wet, foul impact in my face as she smacks my face with a handful. "ARGHHHHH, fucking slut from HELL!" I screech out, blinded now, struggling to keep my composure, such as it is in the middle of this unholy catfight. I can't see, but I can feel her body under me, and I slide up to her throat, my panty covered crotch tight against her there, feeling as well as hearing her gurgling screams against my mound.  My right hand rips from her hair, keeping her head pinned to the mud with my left still buried in her mud soaked hair, and then gathering a sweeping hand full of the muck with my now free hand and shoving it against her face, hearing her gasp and spit, my nails digging into her face.
(Not a problem at all Lexi, it's a fantasy fight after all, and RL always comes first)

Your sharp teeth trap my lower lip and bite down hard, forcing a primal hisssssssing intake of breath. Your arms tighten around my slick rain drenched body, covered only by my lacy black bra and midnight black island sarong ... Besides dressing in the custom of where I dwell now, I'm very proud of all my ink and love to display and show it off. I've collected body art from all the places I've passed through in my endless wandering, like folks would collect stickers and decals to put on their suitcases in days of old.

Sorry, my mind sometimes wanders too ... Back to the action at hand. My arms circle your lithe tight body in a mutual hug of savagery. Your now bare tits smash into mine and the mutual grinding frees them from their soaked cotton prison. My stiff nipples stab and mash into yours as we press together. The sudden dizzy rush of the nip contact distracts me just enough for you to push yourself away from the wall. I dig my bare toes into the muddy grass trying to stand my ground as you whirl us like a dervish from the church facade.

The ground is too slick and slippery for me to get traction and we continue our wild spin. I feel my feet leave the ground as you hurl us directly at a cracked chipped grayish white headstone with most of the etched writing faded and worn by time and the elements. In a split second I realize that my bare spine is heading for a direct collision with the marker of some long departed soul's resting place.

'The fxcking witch bitch wants to break my back!' flashes through my brain. Hurtling toward the stone I have barely a split second to try to twist both of our bodies just enough so we both absorb the horrible impact of flesh and bone meeting stone and concrete equally ... Hell, I'll risk bruised and battered ribs if Erin suffers the same fate! The big dollar question is ... Did I have enough time before we make contact with that tombstone getting closer ... closer ... like the iceberg waiting hungrily for the Titanic??

With the Dark Lord as our witness, myself and Amy viciously and cruelly assault each other's clit's, as our breasts crush and our teeth snap at each other. Yet amongst the anger and hatred...there's a sense of fun and satisfaction too. However as our quality time alone is abruptly ended by the arrival of Lynx. I feel that troll grab hold of my breast with her nails, she digs them in and my face contorts and I grit my teeth with rage. The pain from her attack is a mild distraction, as the damage myself and Amy have shared eclipses the pain of having my breast mauled.

However Lynx also attacks Amy and with her attention diverted, I attack. I position myself to get up and with Lynx's pussy an open target, I take my right fist and punch her womanhood with all my strength. Lynx's face turns red and she releases myself and Amy, the low blow makes Lynx double over in pain...but I'm not done. I rise quickly to my feet and with Lynx still doubled over from my punch, I grab her hair with both hands and thrust my right knee into the bitches face. As my knee makes contact, I scream out:

"Fuck you...Lynx!"

she slides her slick body up closer to my face that's where. she just mads her 1st. mistake,,,working mh head about well enough

sliding my hands. along her sides to her hips and  just under her  butt cheeks,, with one final effort I try and use my hands to push up. and
arch my body up at the same. time hoping to push her off  over. my head

Fantastic writing to all you ladies, well lets say all you fabulous catty witches!!

I can't deny it, i am looking to break this walking art displays back but i have been driven into the wall so many times by her i think it's only fair, right?

We are both almost naked as our bodies slam and grind together. Bloodied and wet we have focused almost entirely on each other and paid no mind to the other fights going on around us. We are a good match for each other, similar heights, weight and nastiness. I'm younger, or am i? Technically i'm 341 years of age but because of my witchy heritage i present as 26, a very pretty 26 if i say so myself.

We grapple, scratch and bite, you ram me into the wall. I fight back and use the wall to assist me in driving you backwards. Our arms are firmly wrapped around each other. Nipples stiff from the fight joust and jab, thighs clash, our flat and toned tummies slip and grind. I take deliberate aim at a mid high gravestone and drive you towards it, hissing spiteful threats about how i will finish you.

You can't get any purchase for your bare feet in the mud but with a burst of energy and strength i didn't know you had you manage to twist us so that we both crash into said gravestone on our sides.
There is a lot of moaning and groaning, takes me a minute to realise it's coming from us. I shake my head and go to stand, pain shoots through my body and i decide standing right now might now be the best idea, so, on hands and knees i crawl round behind a close by sarcophagus and use it to aid my attempts to rise back up.

I look round to see if there is another witch i can try and destroy. I clamber onto stone lid and raising my arms up high i look to summon the very devils of hell themselves...then i remember, for tonight only i am mortal and have to do my own dirty work.

I hear the bitch moan, and then squirm, and then her hands move, tracing through the mud, feeling her nails slide on my calves, and then plunging into my butt!  "What ....."!!!  I have miscalculated her resolve, and with a well timed arch of her toned body, her hands push me up and over her head, my body squishing on the muddy ground.  It's cold and wet, but soft, and I squirm around as I get to my knees, seeing her struggle to face me, her face covered in mud, with only her evil eyes showing.  I slap out at her face with my right hand, clearing the mud off her left cheek, and then lunge at her, hands in her mud sodden hair, my naked, muddy breasts colliding with hers, pushing her over on her back.  "Still want more, heh" I hiss, throwing myself on her, my thigh pushing between her legs up against her soaked, muddy panties, the once cold mud turning warm between our bodies as we begin anew, a body to body catfight, squirming against each other, my hands ripping out patches of her hair.

I. get the witch off me, back to my knees  ,I try wiping some mud. from my cheek

and see. she is turning to  face. me,,,wiggle my finger for her to  come on.


our bodies s[lat together,we topple over in the gooey mud..

my right hand in her hair, using my left hand to claw at her tit from the side

our yelps. and curses mingle.. rocking side to side I finally you on top

our legs. kicking. we glare into each others faces. and starting a slow roll

Made my votes. I am really hoping that some of these will lead to one on one battles in the polls. Some very tough good fighters.

Our intertwined writhing bodies smash into the tombstone and we slide down in a heap to the sodden muck below. I don't know how long I lie there gasping and moaning ... could be seconds, could be centuries or anything in between. All I know when I manage to open my eyes and focus once again is that I'm alone and Erin is nowhere to be seen.

I feed on the energy and life force of Citah, my cheetah familiar left behind on our island home, but her spirit is always within me wherever I wander. Her feline strength flowing through my battered body is like a soothing salve and I'm finally able to rise up to a crouch by the headstone as I search the area for my hated enemy. My breath whistles through clenched teeth as I catch a glimpse of Erin standing by a sarcophagus, her back to me with arms outstretched like she's reaching to capture the Blood Red Moon itself.

I start to rise up to follow and continue our never-ending battle but freeze at the sight and sound of someone or something moving toward me. I crouch lower trying to disappear in the dark shadows of the tombstone until I can identify who or what it may be. She is suddenly lit up clearly under the Moon and her intentions are crystal clear.

"YOU!"

Yes, Amy has returned. Of course. I know full well the way she thinks. She must have seen me make violent contact with the stone and figured I'm too weak and damaged to defend myself and that I'll be easy prey. Well, that inked dark bitch will be in for the fxcking shock of her existence!

"Aku membenci mu!" I hiss an oath of pure hatred as I uncoil from my crouch and hurl myself at Amy, crashing full force into her ... Our tense hate-driven bodies collide as I drive my shoulder flush into her breast while grabbing at her with both hands. She grabs onto me and we smash into each other, snarling, hissing, ripping, slashing, kicking and biting in feline fury and viciousness. We twist and stagger in a macabre dance of pain and pleasure, lust and torment ...

Oh, dark bitch witch, I know full well what my Citah does when she has her prey helpless and vulnerable. Soon you'll experience it as MY prey. Along with that, Citah's essence within me has blessed and cursed me with many of her feline traits ... like her fierce overpowering instinct for survival.

That's why I don't panic when you force my head back and your fangs sink into my neck like a Vampira's kiss. Yes, the pain is sharp and piercing and I feel the warm flow of my blood start to stream down to my collarbone. I grit my teeth and let out a howl of agony and hate as the clutching fingers of both my hands sink deep in your raven hair and my razor sharp talons dig into your scalp. Now you suddenly start to maul my bare pert firm breast with your own claws too.

Pain is a gift, the old ones say. It's better to give than to receive. I agree with that. Time for me to start giving back. Fighting the pain you're inflicting for the moment and forcing myself not to give in to it, I plant my left foot on the mucky ground and drive my right knee up hard and fast ... between your slightly spread legs ... flush into your vulnerable kitty with as much force as possible.

Citah smiles her feline smile. The Dark Lord roars with sadistic glee.

On my way to the throne I see that witch Erin join her fight, I head furiously through the mud and grab her by the hair, pulling her back trying to drag her near the temple of darkness... damn bitch, I will prove that I am your dark queen

As i stand aloft the sarcophagus, arms raised to the sky i hear the squelch, squelch, squelch of feet in sloppy mud. My eyes narrow as i try to make out the form of the approaching witch. Then another bolt of lightning lights up the graveyard and reveals the identity of the brave but somewhat idiotic witch that dares to face my wrath. Tis the one known as the Marlu Queen. I'll bend no knee to this Spanish whore and now somewhat recovered from the war with witch Lauren i hop down off the sarcophagus and land lithe as a cat on all fours. I look around, a hisss escapes from my mouth....the queen is about to lose her crown.

This whore is clever tho, as i scan the darkness she seems to have vanished, how can this be, she is as mortal tonight as i. It's then i feel hands in my hair and my head is wrenched back. I cry out in surprise, she had ducked behind a couple of gravestones and sneaked up on me, not risking a frontal confrontation. Maybe she isn't as idiotic as i thought.

She starts to try and haul me towards the temple of darkness but the ground is too wet and i am too strong to let that happen. I reach up and grab her wrist, twisting my body so i can duck under her arm and force that arm very firmly up her back between her shoulder blades. My left arm circles her throat and tightens against her windpipe. The Spanish whore might well be the first mortal witch to lose her life here tonight.

that damn witch Erin manages to get up before entering the temple, she tries to strangle me with her arm surrounding my trachea, but at that same moment, I open my mouth and bite her left tit causing her to let go of my neck and this time yes, we are face to face like two demon cats ready to jump on top of each other...

The other witches continue fighting around us between screams and thunder.

Lexi retaliates, her right hand grabbing a handful of my muddy hair, her left clawing at my tit.  I get her down on her back, but it's short lived as she pulls me off by my hair with a push to my tit.  We start a slow roll across the muddy ground, kicking and kneeing at each other.  She's on top, and my left hand holds her close by her hair while my right rakes her back and butt, snatching her panties at the back and yanking them up into her.  I hear her squeal as she struggles to stay on top of me, our mounds bumping and rubbing, our tits crushed together, feeling each others nipples as she pulls my hair and continues to assault my tit. "I'll fucking claw you all over" I scream as our battle continues.  I arch up into her, hips to hips and mound to mound, as I try to buck her off me.

there are fights all around us,  but  its just me. and this bitch in our own light..,we roll;; and tumble, taking short turns on top

our bodies being covered in the  grey mud

I roll back on top, my claws working over her tit,my scalp on fire.

I try and stay on top,, but screech out. feeling her use my panties. yanking up I to a wedgie

grabbing two hand fulls of her muddy hair,,,I bop her head. once twice into the mud, knowing. it may not hurt much

she busks and arches. and I tumble to our sides. and scramble to get back to our knees

Attack where you're most vulnerable. Your pride. Your vanity. Your laughable delusion that you're the best of the Thirteen. Sluttiest? Easiest? Yes and yes. Amy, that's the only reason why the Dark Lord bedded you, you sad silly bitch. Because you're an easy available slut! And then he grew bored and cast you aside, didn't he? Just like the millions of others before and after him.

My knee brutally finds its target and you release your Vampira kiss. Your blood curdling scream fills the air and reaches the ears of the other Eleven. I'm guessing the sound brings out eleven big smiles. You refuse to release my breast however and now you go after her twin, twisting my now erect rock hard nipples savagely.

"Is that all you've got, sister bitch?" I smirk as we lock eyes. I'm determined not to betray the pain I'm feeling, not going to give you any false hope for your survival. "I'm going to destroy your essence forever!" I hiss as I drive my knee up once more, straight and true, like a battering ram made of flesh, bone, cartilage ... into the over-used kitty the Dark Lord rejected with a yawn of boredom.

Right after my knee makes violent contact ... again ... it feels like a gun goes off inside my skull when your head slams into my cheekbone. "Unnhhhhhh" My head snaps back and its like flickering white lights flash in my eyes as they fill with sudden tears. My head pounds and throbs in pain and both my hands reach out finding your ample dark breasts. My clutching fingers eagerly clamp down on them and squeeze ... both to cause you pain and to help me keep my balance as I try to clear my head. I'm grateful that you're suffering also from that second lethal knee strike so I get time to recover.

With your arm in an armlock and your hand up between your shoulder blades, i thought i had you, 'specially as my arm was around your throat trying to throttle you.
But no, the rain has made you slippery and you manage to evade my attempts to lock you up.
You turn and take half a step back, before i can react you have your teeth sinking into my right breast.
I yell out in pain.."What is it with you vampire witches, don't they feed you meat at home?"
I snarl and rake your face with the nails of my left hand. My breast throbs and in anger i grab hold of your right nipple and sink my nails into it, twisting and pulling.

A scream breaks the stormy night, I feel how you sink your nails into my chest, without thinking twice, face to face... I nail my nails into your sore left tit, it seems that all witches have our objectives in destroying and attacking breasts of the others... with my free hand I scratch your face and pull your hair hard, pulling your head back...

I strain and twist to relieve some of the pressure on my fingers and wrist. I let out a howling screech as the searing pain shoots from my hand up my arm and then my fingers start to get tingly and numb. I desperately fire my other elbow into your ribcage right below your jutting breast which forces you to loosen the grip on my wrist. Before I can pull free, you sense my vulnerable position and repay my knee strikes with your own ... sadistically firing your knee like a piston up into my ribs ... my heaving breast ... and finally, as I double over, my cheek ...

My head snaps back and my blue eyes glaze over a bit as I drop to my knees in the muck. On my knees, true ... hurting badly, most def ... down but not out. Through blurry yet hate-filled eyes I glare up at your smirking face. My breath is coming in wheezy moans and my body is racked with pain ... I have but one thought in mind ... to wipe that smirk from your face and make you suffer tenfold what you've put me through! From my knees with a hissing oath on my lips, I raise my free hand up ... my inked witchy fingers groping and clutching until they find your kitty and clamp on it with a vise like deathgrip ... Call it the Iron Pussy Claw ... call it whatever you choose ... I call it Punishment ... Retribution ... Revenge ...

"Scream for me, dark sister!" I hiss through my bloody lips as I clamp down harder and squeeze your wet mound ... digging my talons into the tender flesh ...

Starting to get a lil annoyed now by these inferior witches who seem to think they can rake my face and tits with their claws and nothing will happen to them ion retribution.

Well you Spanish bitch, you are about to learn a hard lesson.

I claw your face and sink my nails into your nipple, this finds a response from you. You claw at my left tit and scratch my face before yanking on my hair. I let out a roar of pain and anguish. My fists clench, i can actually feel the blood pump through my body. I clench my teeth before throwing my head back and howling at the blood red moon.

I bring up the elbow of my right arm and whip it round to drive it into your jaw, then, raising my left foot i look to slam my heel into the inside of your right knee. I look to send you down into the mud and if i do i will stomp the fight out of you, Spanish witch.

Seeing the Spanish witch Marlu again I get back to my feet as grab her body pulling her in to the mud with me as my left hand mauls her breasts and my right hand mauls her pussy

We block out the sounds and sights from witchy catfights around us, concentrating on each other as we battle on.  Lexi tries pounding my head into the wet mud, but it's too soft to cause an issue, and the fucking bitch should know that.  The pain in my scalp is beyond incredible, however, and I know from her screech that her pussy is in extreme pain as well.  She tumbles off me, and we get to our knees once again, facing off again, or faces distorted wit unholy anger.  I lunge at her, this time aiming my claw at her breasts, digging in my nails and raking downward, clawing and stretching her firm full breasts.  I glare at her, knowing what has to come next, but I'm too filled with rage to care.  I sense the presence of the Dark Lord, counting down the festivities, alerting us all the end is close.  I redouble my efforts at Lexi's breasts, gouging deep, digging into the base of her nipples, and seeing the desperate look of pain in her eyes. "You horrid bitch" I moan in anger and frustration.

aiiigh,i wail  the bitch digs her claws into my breastfeeding her talons dig deep into my skin

paybacks a bitch, and I can be to, not letting her get away with anything, I sink my claws into her breast,

our sobs. and groans.  mix. and mingle, our foreheads. bump, we lean in closer

a booming voice. announces the contest ins winding down

I barely hear it

releasing her  breasts catch two handfuls of her hair.  and stumble to my feet, trying to pull and drag her up

Our hateful catfight continues as we go from attack to attack, changing tactics, sometime initiated by her, sometimes by me, but always with retaliation from the other.  She releases my wet, muddy tits, pulling me up from the muck with a double handed yank on my hair as she staggers to her feet. "ARGHHHG" I grunt, staggering to my feet along with her, my nails clawing her breasts one last time before I dig my fingers in her ruined hair, yanking her head side to side as she does the same to mine.  Our sore and marked breasts mash together painfully, our wails mixing with those of our battling sisters of the coven.

So focused am i on beating down the Marlu Queen i fail to notice Miss Hell for Leather Lynx sidling up on the pair of us.

I'm just about to take Marlu out of the fight when she's pounced on by the Lynx and dragged down into the mud where the pair of them start to fight and claw each other. I note that the Lynx has gone for Marlus most tender areas, ripping and tearing at her tits and kitty.

Much as i'm happy to wait and see how this turns out i'm also annoyed that my victim has been torn from my grasp. I wait till Lynx is mounted on Marlus body and i move in behind her. Grabbing her hair i yank it backwards with a view to making Lynx lose her balance. She topples backwards to where i have my legs far enough apart to get her head between. Then i snap them shut around her head. I cross my ankles and start to jump up and down before i drop my knees down into the mud and drive the back of her head into the ground. I make sure to keep seated on her face and start to slap her tits left and right with both hands.

I'm channeling Citah's feline fight-to-the-very-end spirit to help me resist succumbing to your non stop attack. Amy, I know you're in agony judging from your shrieks and the pain etched on your face. This gives me the strength and will to keep the Iron Pussy Claw clamped in spite of the pounding of your flailing fists on my battered face. My grip falters and lessens in force but never breaks and now you're on your knees also.

Both of us kneel in the muck locked together ... Your fists have done their damage ... my eyes are swelling and I feel the blood trickling from my nose and cut cheeks and lips. The iron taste of it fills my mouth. Our energy is ebbing ... I sense it. You're fading, Amy, your punches get weaker and more desperate. The muscles in my arm tremble as I weaken too.

At the last moment, knowing we've reached the breaking point, the instinct for survival kicks in for us both. Simultaneously we shove the other away and collapse into the muddy grass gasping, moaning and barely conscious ... We use our bare feet to push away to get more space between us to gain enough time to muster enough strength into our broken bodies for the Final Battle ...

I painfully sit up and lean against the base of a large monument of a dark angel ... I tuck my knees up and lift my battered face to the sky to let the pelting rain wash away the blood ... Wish it could do the same to the pain and torment but that's not happening.

I can hear shrieks and cries and curses and sounds of battle all around ... I'm confident the dark angel will shield me from any sudden unexpected attacks while I recover my senses ... I look around and catch sight of Amy slithering not far from me in the wet grass ...

"Perempuan nakal!" I hiss savagely between gasps of pain and sent a vile gob of bloody saliva in your direction. "Anjing betina!"

The End is fast approaching, Amy ... Maybe my end but most def YOURS ...

Thus it has been prophesied and decreed. Thus it shall come to pass.

get up her you witch bitch I snarl,
then owwww,i howl feeling her claws. sink into my beast once again

you dirty,, I finish my comment releasing my right hand for a quick slap across your muddy cheek


and plunge both hands back into your skanky mop,, feeling my scalp  on fire  once. again,, our breast bounce. and slap each other,, we stagger and stumble trying to stay up right

stumbling backwards into someone

I hear a familiar  curse, hard to tell if its Katie,,marly,,Erin,or lynx

I pull myself up to my feet ... my battered body shudders in protest and I take a long deep breath ... The rain has cleansed my face although it'll be a while before the swelling goes down and the purplish bruises fade. I refuse to give in to the pain and I climb cat-like up to the top of the black marble base of the Dark Angel statue.

I stand in front of the Dark Angel with my arms outstretched like inked wings. My toes curl over the edge of the base as I scan the horizon ... searching ... searching for ... for who? Who else but the one who loves to gamble ... gamble with dice ... the Sister who summoned us all here.

"Kate? Where are you, Kate? E taka nas naj...nah sus gah nilpa! Come let me thank you in person in a really special way for the invitation!"

We tear at each others ruined, muddy, rain soaked hair, ripping out strands and howling at each other in pain, anger and frustration.  I dig my nails into her scalp, hearing her screech and then having it done right back to me.  We dance and stagger in the slimy mud, naked except for our mud soaked panties, our abused breasts mashing and grinding in a hateful compression. "I'll ruin you, you pathetic, disgusting, mortal copy of a hateful witch" I scream as we slam hips and knees into each other.  We get each other off balance, and fall locked together not only onto the wet mud, but to squirming, battling bodies of other despised sisters.  A cacophony of curses erupts, from our mouths and others, but whose voices are they, and whose bodies are now squirming against ours?

we hold each other in kind of. a weird. dance

your screech of defiance. fils the air

it gives me pyre pleasure knowing that I am the cause of your defiance

our breast slap and fight between us

bitch. I'll finish you off,i hiss back

we are closer to the church, other witches are close screeching and having their own. umm issues

suddenly I slam into someone from the side, losing my balance. and down I go,,but dragging the screeching sharpie. with me

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Thinking Erin will help me defeat the Spanish witch I let my guard down letting her grab my hair and pull me between her legs as she reverse rolls on my face straddling me as slaps my 44dds I bite and claw at her inner and out thights

I struggle to regain my footing, but cannot, the tangling legs and bodies of others in battle upsetting my balance as I lose my grip on Lexi.  My head turns sharply with a pain never before felt, either as a witch or mortal, and my head snaps to one side, my essence frozen in time, stunned.  Once more, I feel a blow, this time to my forehead, seeing an unidentifiable muddy foot crashing against my head.  The last sound I perceive in either life sphere is the snapping of my own neck, and I'm done.  My presence transforms yet again, this time into a vague mist as I float upwards, not having consciousness in either plane anymore, doomed.  I dissolve, neither a witch or mortal any longer, totally defeated.  It is over for ...  Alix.

Nicely seated on your face and with the Spanish witch seemingly out of the fight, i'm confident to finish this.

Can't deny i'm weary, scratched to bits by Lauren, bitten by each n everyone who's attacked me and yet, and yet, i'm still standing. Well seated but you know what i mean right?
Slapping your big tits with lefts and rights sends the sound of spanked flesh echoing around the graveyard. You are one big tough witch but i ain't scared to take you on, 'specially when i can take you down with a sneak attack. Hey, i'm not stooopid.

You start to scratch and bite at my thighs. I gasp in pain but as the night nears daybreak i'm determind to finish you off.

I suddenly lift up off your face and stand upright, but only for a very brief moment before i drop my full weight back down onto your face. I wriggle and squirm, really working your face with my tight butt. Then i lean forwards, bunch my right hand into a fist and drive it hard at your kitty. "You are finished witch" i hisss

As Erin suffocates me with her butt and punches my kitty I claw and scratch the wind howling my name as my real sister's come to take me to the afterlife a take my covenant ring of and hand it to Erin as I let my life force fade asI go Erin avenge my covenant the air say's

As the witch Lynx fades away i see six phantoms appear out of the mist. They gather her up and escort her to the afterlife.

I stand, a bit shakily and lean back against a gravestone. Then i summon Grimalkin to me.

This fight of the witches deserves some music and the deconsecrated church is just the place for it, so i command Grimalkin to go and get Nightwish and the incomparable Floor Jansen to bring it to a crescendo.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAFxLXqP8UM


Let's take this last ride together!!

As I stand on the statue's base scanning the horizon, the rain pours down even harder, the heavens rumble and grow darker ... The deafening claps of thunder make the cement and marble headstones shiver and tremble. A strange urge flashes in my woozy brain ... an  order from the Voice that must be obeyed ... commanding me to climb ...

My hated Sisters now forgotten, all thought of them drowned out by that Voice ... I move behind the Dark Angel and without any hesitation begin to climb up her back ... My fingers and toes help me navigate the wet slippery surface of the statue and I make the ascent effortlessly. Within moments I'm standing, perched on the cold stone shoulders of the Dark Angel.

I straighten up to my full height and fold my arms across my naked heaving breasts imitating the Angel whose shoulders I'm perched upon. I close my eyes and smile grimly without humor and nod my head at the command that now pierces my consciousness. I slowly outstretch my arms as if they are wings, bend my knees a bit, my bare feet gripping the Angel's stone shoulders ...

"Krad drol i ma gnimoc! Ekat siht luos sa sruoy!"

I propel myself out and forward off the Angel as if in flight ... Instead of soaring up into the heavens the dark earth below me opens up into a never ending abyss of black nothingness ... Still in flight before the abyss swallows me up, my essence disintegrates into sparkling tiny flashes of light like hundreds of flickering candle flames that suddenly with no warning ... poof ... the essence of Lauren the Wanderer is gone from this plane of existence ... for now .......

I hear Alex. groan, and she starts to dissolve right before my eyes, lkind of like an alkaline seltzer..plop plop. fizz fiizz,  and it is a relief

then looking around,,,I see some of the other bitches,,ohh I mean witches. start to vanish,,,will I be next,,I'm not feeling my best

the area. looks like. when your tv screen.  fucks up with all the goofy lines flicking across, it,,,,, noooooo,i wail,,starting to standard falls again,,I start to crawl to where I think safety will be

to the church.. I'm going to make it I think, almost there,,,,iv'e outlasted them all

then every thing vanishes..,,{hmmm guess I did' ent make it after all}

Our night is drawing to close and yet my lust for violence and blood remains unsatiated. So many of my sisters have I fought tonight yet too many have eluded me. It is as I feared, the real enemy we all fought tonight was time and as power as the Thirteen are, even we can't defeat time. As for me the last memory I have tonight is of kneeing Lynx in the face, but after that my memory is hazy. What happened to me I do not know, yet the smirk on our Dark Lords face fills my heart with suspicion and anger.

Yet the night is not yet over, so dressed only in torn lingerie, mud and decay...I venture out from the dead lands and head towards a stature of a Dark Angel. With every step, I scan the horizon for signs of my sisters. However the blood moon that heralded our night of vengeance is waining and I feel the pact of sisterhood, our coven begin to reassert its will over me. Yet, I refuse to submit quietly to its power! I will end the night with my nails buried in the face of a sister...even if it's the last thing I do!

(Sorry for my disappearance, had some unexpected issues to contend with)

As I walk towards the statue of the Angel, I sense a presence...a foul stench permeates the air. I look around but all I see is shadow and darkness. Cautiously I continue towards the Angel...but then it happens. Sulking in the shadows like a rat, Amy sees her chance to attack from behind. Amy leaps onto my back and places her considerable weight onto my shoulder blades (Bitch could definitely lose a few lbs). Her left arm snakes around my neck, while her right hand rakes her nails across my face. The sting is vicious and poisonous, fresh red lines are tunnelled into my skin and I scream with rage.

"Ow Amy you cowardly whore, I fucking hate you bitch!"

But even as I scream at you, my body begins to fall backwards and I painfully I slam the back of your body into the ground. The ground is unforgiving and the impact shudders through your body, while the sudden shock of the fall causes you to release your hold of me, I do not hesitate to attack. I frantically reposition and straddle you and while looking down at you. I bury my nails into your face and begin to scratch at it with joy in my eyes and as I look at you, I hiss:

"Sister...let's end this night with our nails buried in each other's faces! Let's scratch and bite until our blood moon is no more...you fucking dirty whore!"

That fucking witch Lynx treacherously attacked me, separating me from the witch Erin... but I could see how the bitch Erin managed to defeat Lynx... I try to get up from the mud and grabbing Erin's right tit, I dig my nails in hard... Be there. It will be my last attack before the night ends, but my claws will finish their work with Erin

My face is a bloody mess! Red lines chaotically scar every inch of my once beautiful face, yet I've never felt so alive and endured such painful pleasure. While I wanted to kill my sisters, I must admit that this night of catfighting was more satisfying than I anticipated. However my plea from earlier to the Dark Lord remains denied. I may yearn to kill Amy, however unless she yearns for the same...our Dark Lord will never risk losing one of his thirteen.

But then suddenly I feel your bony hand turn my head towards the east, the suns rays wake me from my stupor and I scream:

"Let go of me sister.....NOW YOU BITCH!"

We begin to push each other frantically and slap each other's faces, once again our nails dig into each other's scalps and we begin to roll around  on the floor at the feet of our Dark Lord. We both frantically pull at and out each other's hair, while we spit and curse each other. However with only minutes left until the pact of sisterhood takes control and brings our clash to a close. I can't help to wonder just what does Amy want? My desire to fight her one on one, to the death is well known to our Dark Lord. Yet if Amy has any desires, boons to request of our Dark Lord? Now is the time to make them! Is it me Amy yearns to destroy the most or has another sister won that pleasure?

Well our poll has officially closed and wow the results were truly astonishing, almost magical in fact and perhaps that is fitting considering the poll's Halloween theme. I personally have loved reading every single post made and I thank everyone who participated and supported this poll. As for the Thirteen and any future one on one clashes...who knows, but I suspect there is definitely some bad blood between us that will be addressed one way or another! ;)

What an amazing poll, and all of the participants did an amazing job, great great great job!!! I wanna give a special shout out to my girl Chloe "CONGRATULATIONS ON WINNING!!"

Awesome poll and good rival thanks to all

Like I said to my Dicey Witch Sister in a message before the clock struck and the voting stopped and the final reveal was revealed ... Kate, thank you for setting up this epic poll! I had a total blast creating some serious magic with everybody! 

There were so many different terrific stories/battles/encounters going on all around the cemetery and the old church and, in my opinion, every single one of us (Kate, Amy, Erin, Alix, Lexi, Lynx, Marlu and, humbly myself) deserves the win! The creativity, descriptions, detail, emotion and passion of everyone who took the time to be active from start to end made it absolutely awesome!

I still feel that way now. We "Hateful Eight" are all winners! We created some epic badass magic together, Sisters! I'll dance with you "Magnificent Seven" again any time!!!

xoxo
Lauren

thanks to Katie for sitting the poll up, she did an amazing job

and to alix  in helping making it fun and bitchey

and to all who voted for me

It has been one of the best Halloween polls in recent years... thanks to Katie and the magnificent seven who have made this pitched battle possible

I have to agree, this poll was an amazing experience!  Thank you Kate for setting it up, and crafting it so beautifully.  Thanks to Lexi, who battled with me so viciously, and thanks to the rest of the active sisters, Kate, Amy, Erin, Lauren Vanessa, Lexi, Lynx, Marlu: your posts were amazing to read, and I certainly learned a lot, all of which I'll remember ( and use  ;) ) should I cross paths with any of you in the future. 

Thank you Katie for this excellent poll and thank you to my seven sisters of darkness for taking part and making it such fun. Marlu, Lynx, Lauren, Amy, Lexi, Alix and Kate. You all added a sparkle to a dark celebration.

What a great poll fight. One thing is for sure, I am now a huge Amy J fan!!