FreeCatFights

Wicked (Dawne) and linftr(Linda) had a wonderfully nasty pollfight  two years ago , that ended in a draw. Fate throws them together once again, to settle scores with one another in an all out catfight.

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Their dislike for each other has festered and will be finally settled.  Comments and opinions are welcome.

Feeling cooped up, with Winter here and  no events because of covid restrictions, I check my emails and see a special offer from the Omni Resort  Emporium. I actually read it, and am glad that I didn't just delete it.  They are offering deluxe suites to special  people like myself, to keep us interested  in future galas.

A while back my hubby and I went to a Billy Joel concert there with deluxe private seating and a ton of perks, including meeting the man himself.  Unfortunately, I got tangled up scrapping with some greasy shrew in the ladies room and missed the concert and the meeting because I had to teach her a lesson in manners.   Our catfight was broken up just before she gave up, so I didn't even get the satisfaction of her apology for her wrecking my evening.

Even as I am mulling over the offer, my phone rings, and another member of our party asks if we are going.  It looks like we will be three couples, luxuriating for a two night stay....maybe we can call it a Valentine's day treat!
Thrilled to look forward to something special, am picking out outfits to wear, both with our friends, and when Tim and I get back to our suite.  I am almost twitching to get there.

When at last we arrive, the fellas are handling the check in and luggage, when my best friend starts waving her hand and pointing at someone.  Wondering who could be so special, I lean in to look , and my mouth drops.  It's her!  The bitch who ruined my concert.  How could she be here? They offered her this special too?  My lower lip pouts and my face flushes.  Maybe she will be consigned to some awful dingy room near a freight elevator.  She better stay out of my path!

  Vote for a draw

The last couple of months have been so tiring with all this political crap and of course Covid, I just need to get away just my husband and I. I've been looking for something to do for weeks and haven't found what I really want, but as I go through the mail today I think I've found it. Yes, it is everything I've been wanting a beautiful resort with tons of amenities.

Thinking back to a concert that I went to and missed due to a problem in the ladies room.  Urrrghhh that just gets my temper going, to think of all that wasted money to see a concert and miss more than half of it, all because of some loud mouth cow that was behind me.  Enough of that, I plan to enjoy this getaway and not think about anything but relaxing by the pool or getting a nice massage, the possibilities are endless.

As I'm getting ready to call and book a room my husband comes in and says "I planned a getaway for us this weekend 3 days and 2 nights."  I relay to him that I was just doing that same thing, he shows me the reservation and I'm shocked to see that it is for the same place. We both look at each other and smile, "I'll go pack our things if you get the car ready we can get going tonight" I say as I rush out of the room.  We leave that evening and stop at a hotel for the night, getting up early the next morning we continue our drive to the resort.

I walk into the lobby and look around waiting for my husband to join me with our luggage, I have this ominous feeling that I'm being watched or followed. My husband walks up to me and asks what is wrong.  I say "I have a weird feeling that someone is watching me," he says "That's because those women are looking at you and pointing, they are probably jealous of how lovely you look."  I turn around to look and freeze my face drawing a blank, then I start to walk away from him, he grabs my arm and asks, "What are you doing."  I turn to him and say "That's her, that's the cow that I had the problem with and ruined the concert for us."  I can't believe this is happening all I wanted was some quiet time away from all the bullshit, but now I feel like I have stepped into a bigger pile of bullshit with her being here. 

Maybe they are leaving and not just getting here, a girl can hope.

My heart is beating hard, I motion to the desk and point out that couple over there and ask  "Where  are they  staying, I've seen them here before, and they are very ,very noisy.  We don't want to be near them" .  Upon hearing that they have the honeymoon suite, I look at our reservations and am shocked to see it is above my party's rooms.  "What is the matter with you people, how come they are above us, with a bigger room"  and the polite answer , that "they paid for it, and you were comped" doesn't cut it.

No way, no way, I mutter to myself, as my friends tell me to calm down and just enjoy the weekend when I see that frizzy haired bitch head into the lobby.  My God, she is going to the ladies room, I am not going to do that again, so I go to the door and wait for her to come out.   Accosting her when she exits with "You, You have to try and ruin another weekend of mine?  You remember the concert with Billy? How you wrecked that?  Well I want to talk to you."  The dumb slut has a blank look on her face, like it take words hours to penetrate her skull, so I lean into her and inform her that it is unacceptable for her to have that fancy suite above my room.

She shakes her head, as if to brush me off, and takes a step towards her poor husband, but I step in her way.  "Don't you have something to say?  You were so mouthy last time.  You know, it's a mistake that you have that fancy room , but maybe it will come in handy.  It would be a fine spot for us to settle unfinished business.  And in case you forgot , Dawne" spitting out her name, "My name is Linda".

"I don't want to waste the whole weekend on you, so we can take care of our little differences  and you can be on your way to trailerville before we even unpack.  What do you say?"  While I kept my voice lower than usual, it seems that a number of people are actually watching us.  I hope she doesn't make an embbarassing scene.

My husband tells me to take a minute and compose myself before we step up to the counter for our room. So I walk to the ladies room to do just that. I stand there and fix my hair and take a couple deep breaths to control my racing heart to a slow rhythm. Feeling refreshed enough for the situation I leave the room opening the door I see the fricken cow is waiting for me outside.

I have barely closed the door when she starts in with her ranting and raving about the concert and how I ruined it for her. Standing there waiting for her mouth to shut I just look on in amazement, this bitch must have a quarter stuck somewhere she just doesn't quit. Finally she has shut her dirty mouth, I shake my head and I look over to my husband and take a step towards him when she steps in front of me.  I hand my purse to him and look back at her.

There she goes again running her mouth, I think how nice it would be to shut it for her then I hear her spurt out that we shouldn't have the Honeymoon suite. Well now my heart is pumping again, the nerve of this cow telling me I don't deserve a room I paid for. "Oh, I remember you Linda, how can one forget a bitch with a smart mouth." I look her in the eye and say, "I don't know how you found out where my room is but you are not going to embarrass me here again."

I push past her and see that there are a number of people looking in our direction, so I turn back and tell her "Shut your dirty little pie hole, we can finish this like you said in my room." "Give me time to get my things together and you can come up and we will settle this once and for all." "Oh and Linda, try to wear something that you are not fond of because it will be in shreds when you leave."

I walk to the front desk to get my key and tell the clerk, "I didn't know it was ok to tell other patrons where people are staying in this resort."  "I will have to speak to management and let them know about it and find out why they let trailer trash stay here for free." "I was under the impression this was an upstanding resort, Hmmmf not so much I see."

"You will not tell me what to do or not to do" I start to shriek, but then glancing around, I tone it down to a mildly stern statement, and add  "I will be coming up, and you better be alone".  I turn to my friends, who were standing at a safe distance and say "can you imagine the nerve of that whore" as I stride over to the husbands who were watching this 'conversation' from a distance.  "Dinner will be a little delayed, I have to take care of something.  Let's get to our rooms, and freshen up."

The men deal with the luggage, while my two friends ride up to our adjoining rooms in the elevator with me.  They are fretful and amazed that calm, rational , professional me has called out this other woman.  One of them has the nerve to say "You know, that fight you had with her was pretty close last time.  Maybe it wasn't a bad thing the door opened when it did".  My withering glance shuts her up, as we get to our floor, one below the honeymoon sky suite with the panoramic view of the pending sunset.   The rooms are excellent, and would be wonderful, except they are second best. 

Finally, the guys get up, and we split and go to our rooms, while I instruct Tim not to unpack everything, because we will be moving to the top floor.  He suggests that we all might be very happy just where we are, and that we probably won't even interact with this woman I object too.  I explain to him that she owes us for ruining the concert with Billy Joel, that she stole the best room in the place, and she is simply a lowlife that doesn't deserve to be here.  He replies "Maybe I'll head down to the lobby with the boys hon.  Be reasonable and try to stay out of trouble."  "Don't worry about me, and think of how much fun we will have in a honeymoon suite.  Don't drink too much".

As soon as the door clicks, I dial your room.  "Well? Let's make this even, what are you going to wear.  I don't want to start ripping with an advantage.  My two girlfriends are going to wait outside the door till it is opened from the inside.  Your guy can stay outside with them, or go down to the lobby and swap hunting stories with the boys. You ready to take your medicine?"  I realize that I am frantically tapping the floor in my heels, and wonder if I should wear them up.  "No one is going to save you now, Dawne"

I take the elevator up to my suite and turn to my husband and say,"Dear you will need to go down to the bar and relax a bit while I take care of a couple of things." He just looks at me and says, "That is fine Dawne but try not to destroy too much in here, and please finish this so we can enjoy the rest of the weekend."  I smile and tell him it will be fine. As he walks out the door the phone rings. I walk over and pick it up thinking it is the manager I requested.

"Hello"  I can't believe this bitch she is already calling to come up here, I've been in this place for 20 minutes and she has got my blood boiling three times already.  "Well well Linda, my husband has already gone down to the bar" "Let's do this in some Lingerie since we are going to be in a Honeymoon Suite." " I really don't care if your little trailer trash groupies stand outside, that is up to them." " Linda I plan to tear you apart this time you Fucking Whore, me take my medicine not likely."  "I need no saving I plan to come out on top." I hang up the phone and put my things in the bedroom, I choose a green and black corset with black thigh highs and black heels.  I admire myself in the full length mirror, damn you look good, I hope this doesn't get ruined, yeah right what am I thinking.

As I wait for Linda to get her lazy ass up here I make myself a drink and sit down on the sofa, it's been like 25 minutes and she still hasn't shown her face yet. I guess she got cold feet, just as I get up to make another drink I hear the commotion outside my door. "Finally" I say as I walk to the door waiting for the knock.

Getting ready for the fray, I make sure my hair is up, makeup touched up, and I spritz myself with perfume.  She will realize that she is dealing with a class act.  I look at my lacy red lingerie, with the mesh and lace, and decide against it as too liable to snag on her carcass.  I pick my baby doll blue corset with the white lace, and a matching thong.....and dark blue hose and heels.  I swish around, admiring the effect, my alabaster flesh contrasting so nicely, as I open and close my hands and check out my nails.. Good enough for the coarse work this evening. 

The girls are knocking on the door, and are suitably impressed by my outfit, as I wrap my light blue silk robe around me.  Not really necessary, but they check if anyone is around before getting on the elevator for the one floor ride up.   I make a joke about that bitch going on a non stop ride to the lobby when I am done, and the girls nervously giggle.  Last minute instructions to them are to wait for the door to open, and take a few pictures before sending old Dawne downstairs.

We get real quiet as we near the door and I receive their good luck wishes just before I rap on it.  They snap a 'before ' shot of me with a very stiff smile,  and as I bang again I shout "where are you?" I hear clumpy footsteps, my friends back away, and the door swings open, and I step in.  I see you several steps away, eying me, as I close the door and slip my robe off.  Taking in the spacious suite, and the furniture I shake my head and mutter "how did you rate this?" before looking you over head to toe.  This is the moment of truth, and even I can't keep up a stream of chatter as I look her right in the eye, and gaze down her body.  My lower lip does its nervous flip, and I take a step forward, bracing my feet and extending my arms, ready to parry or attack.

Watching you, I think I see a flicker of fear, and I sneer at this big frowzy slut .  "Lets get this started, you cxnt!"

I stand a few feet away from the door when the pounding on the door starts.  I'm glad there are no other patrons on this floor, with all this commotion we are liable to get kicked out. As I open the door I am blinded by flashes from your trailer groupies phones as they take pictures.  I step away from the door as you waltz in in your robe, before you close the door behind you I yell to your friends " I'm glad you took pictures so you can remember what she looked like before and after this fight." "Oh and don't get comfortable, cause you'll all be leaving with her when I'm done here if you know what's good for you."

As the door closes and you step in and let your robe drop.  You stand there and look around shaking your head muttering how did you rate this.  I say "Take a good look Linda with all this free time with the lockdown I've been working out and toning my body."  "It looks like you have been toning yours with a bucket of chicken in your lap."  "As for rating this room my husband works hard for a living, and it was paid for not comped like yours."  "Take a moment and look around, have a drink, because you will not be getting this room anytime soon, at least not this weekend!"

We can get started after your drink, or if you don't want one by all means let's get to it. The quicker this is started the quicker I can get you out of my hair you fricken cow.

There is nothing like comparing yourself to another woman in lingerie, while having intent to do harm.    Ignoring most of her rantings, I hear two things from Dawne: the offer of a drink, and that I am softer  than her.  While I should be ignoring her, the throw away comment about my curvy figure is insidious .  She isn't slim herself, and if she is toned, than so is a knockwurst, which she sort of resembles.  Even so, I start to suck my tummy in, and twist a little, and shift my thighs.  Damn her, she is just trying to get under my skin, but I won't let he do it.  Screw it, I'll just have a drink and see how she likes mind games.

"Being that all the men have a head start  downstairs, I wouldn't mind that drink.  Crown royal on the rocks."  I look at the full stocked bar and marvel at this place, especially since my room has those chintzy little bottles.  I stroll on over to the bar, and make sure I brush against her, and let my perfume waft over .  I am going to play it cool, till I slap the Bejesus out of her.  I have a prettier face, my red hair is well coiffed, not all knotted like her mop, I certainly have finer breasts.  Yup, am definitely better than her.  Feeling a little smug now, until I sit down and feel my little belly roll, and then take a very healthy first sip of my drink.

"you really are putting on a fine show right now hon.  I don't think you will look so cocky in a little while" and then  I jump.  Two heavy thumps on the door, while I thought we would be undisturbed.  "What the?"  Thump, Thump "Resort Manager, Please allow us to redeem our earlier breach of your privacy .  I understand you are getting dressed for dinner, but allow us to provide this entire suite and your dinner tonight on the house.  I assure you that our staff will treat you with all the respect and privileges you are entitled to.   I hope this will be satisfactory and make amends."

As his footsteps pad off, I gulp down my drink and let you know what I think.  "You fucking bitch, you got all this because of me, and you don't deserve any of it, you hear, none of it.  No more fooling around, I am going to toss you out on your fat ass." and to punctuate  my little speech, I throw the glass at you and step around the coffee table  with my hand cocked.

I see you squirm under my scrutiny and then watch as you tuck your tummy in. I smile with satisfaction that I have seeped under that thick skin of yours. As you brush past me to get a drink I smile again knowing that you are on edge. When your perfume hits me I almost gag but catch myself and just cough and turn to get out of the line of it. You have your hair up and all I can think of is how much I want to rip it out of it and pull you around by that red mess.  While I wait for you to finish your drink I walk back to the bar contemplating making myself another.

You start to say something but it is drowned out by the knock at the door. Hearing who it is I now have a broad smile across my face, as I turn to look at you I see your smirk turn to surprise and then to anger. Your ranting has me ready for anything right now as I see you gulp your drink and throw the glass.  I cleanly step away from the thrown glass anticipating the throw and moving toward you. " Thank you for the added privileges Linda, it was so nice of you to help me out."

I reach you and grab for your wrist before you can throw a slap and push you back, watching you lose your balance and fall back over the coffee table.  I don't wait for your reaction I just move forward and pounce on you, grabbing that hair that I wanted to get my fingers in and ruin.  We are wedged between the table and sofa you are trying to squirm out but I hold you down and continue ripping and pulling your hair. "Looks like you had a misstep there Linda you fucking whore."

Surprised that my intended slap is intercepted, I  stagger back over and onto the coffee table as you push me  and then follow onto me, you grabbing my lustrous red hair.  In seconds, it is all over the place as I reach up to defend, then snatch at your wild waves myself.  You start mocking me, as I feel the coffee table shift and my ass sinking between it and the sofa, my blue clad legs and heels sticking up as my heels wave in the air.  I shove at you, as I feel my hair ripping, but you weigh a ton, and the awkward position is horrible.

Instead of continuing the unequal hair pulling, I claw at your shoulder, raking towards your mushrooming tit, while trying to tilt us to the side, the slowly shifting coffee table not helping things as my butt sags into the space.  My friends outside , now returned after scuttling off when the resort manager came, hear scuffling and nasty name calling and look at each with the realization that a fight really is taking place.  "You weigh a ton, you greasy hag, get off me" I shout, yelping with every hair pull and already seeing some red strands fluttering.

"Get off me!" I bellow as I dip my head down under one protecting arm, while my other keeps dropping lower and stabs into your tit just above your corset, the fingers prying inside.  I am thrilled to see a pair of welts on your swarthy skin, and aim to generate more, as soon as I can wriggle free.  It looks surreal to see my little feet dancing in the air as my body almost forms a U but the slowly shifting coffee table might liberate me.  I'll get this bitch then.

Having you under me is somewhat of a reminder to the last time we fought, I steel myself to stay focused and not let you play your mind games to falter my assault. I continue to tug at the red strands of hair, looking for an advantage to your position. "Arrrggghhh" I yelp as my tit just had your nails rake across it. "You whore, you will pay for that," I try to twist away from your hand careful not to let you have any more movement. I return the favor of grabbing and twisting your nipple, (which by the way is erect and asking for some attention)  I let go and grab the other and do the same, this time dragging my nails across from one wrinkled tit to the other. 

Laughing as I bring my nails back to your tits, "Linda dear, I think the only reason your tits are up here is because of this lovely corset you are wearing, without it I'm sure they would be down to your waist." "You really should have taken better care of yourself, with this lockdown I would think you would have had plenty of time." I feel the table move again and know I need to do something to keep you in this position. I quickly grab one of your legs as they are flailing, bringing it forward toward your head. Keeping it there perched under my shoulder with my arm extended to continue the barrage on your tits.

Your words are not registering I know you are speaking but I'm not listening. Wait maybe I did just here that "Get off me" not likely Bitch I have a lot of pent up anger I plan to take out on you. Again, I remember our fight in the ladies room, remember you being on the floor, then I was, then at the sink all these images going through my head. Focusing on you under me I release your tit and slap your face, "Remember this Linda, you did this to me now I'm returning the favor."  Holding your head still by tugging your hair to me as I slap you with the other yet again. Seeing the welt on your face brings a smile to my lips, "Yes, now you will feel the sting Bitch."

Owwwwww, pinned under this obscene gloating lump, I feel my face sting and my cheek  redden, only to cry out again, as your hand hits my mouth.  Oh God, I have a fat lip, I hope I'm not bleeding.  She already scratched my breasts, and she is going to go after them again, I can feel it.  My eyes darting , not even cursing you because the seriousness of the situation has me almost speechless.

I am stuck between the slowly shifting  furniture with  my free leg waving around, as one hand re-clutches  your breast and the other flutters  around near the sofa. I feel the coffee table move again, this time enough so my free waving foot can push it, and I do, and it moves with a lurch. My free hand shoves the sofa, and the leg that was pinned by you, now has the leverage to pry you back.  In almost an instant, you are pressed backwards, and I am gazing at an undefended expanse of your torso.  Propped against the sofa, my eyes light up, and my sofa pushing hand slaps down on your mound with a thud.  Expecting a howl, I realize your fat cxnt isn't opened up, yet, and I jab my hand at your panties to haul them down, my nails rasping on your 'toned' paunch.

Swiveling my head in freedom, I see your brownish nipple sticking out, my hand must have been holding your corset as you flopped back.  I see your head starting to rise, I have to make this count, and kick my free foot at your covered tit.  Too bad I lost my heel shoving that table, or you would get what you deserve.  I see your head wobble around after the impact and I ask "You like have your tit stomped, bitch?  I owe you, no one bitch slaps me and gets away with it" I see your panties starting to peel down, and use both hands to haul on them, while readying another kick to your breasts.

I marvel that one second this slut had a little advantage, and now, I will destroy her.

I still have a hand in your hair when you push the table back with your leg.(That was some feat especially since your body is so out of shape) As I realize the table is moving I see that the sofa has moved, though barely, but enough for you to maneuver. It seems I am now on the defensive as you reach for my crotch and slap my pussy. I don't feel the pain I should because the anger I feel is so strong.

Trying to get my thoughts together as I sit there stunned from the realization that I have lost my advantage, I see a foot coming towards me to late. "Ummmf Owwww you bitch, what the fuck"  the impact knocks me back a bit and I shake my head trying to get rid of the stars I see. You continue to rip at my panties when I see a gleam in your eye I anticipate another kick. Sure enough you kick out and I catch your foot and twist hard to the right. I then pull one of my legs up a bit and push forward into your exposed belly or is it your breasts, I can't determine from this level.

I hear gasps at the door from your friends, which gives me a burst of energy. I use both hands to twist your foot even more trying to get you to turn. After a few moments I lean forward and use one hand to grab hold of your hair while still twisting that foot. I give your hair a good yank and I see the look of pain register on your face as one of your hands goes up to the spot. Seeing this I pull my legs up a bit and my panties slide further down, I push both feet forward into your dirty little furry cxnt  and belly.

The action is heating up, as I see your panties slither onto your thighs, a scrape or two left on your skin from my none too gentle tugging.  You are grunting, a perfect mode for your communications, as I shout out to my friends that I have you under control.  You grab my foot as I try to kick  your marshmallow like breast again  and start to twist, and though it hurts, it takes me a moment to realize that you are trying to turn the tables on me.  A violent hair pull assures me that you are operational again, and I strain against your leg twisting.

As if this wasn't enough, I have your nasty foot wedged in under my tit, heel digging in my tummy.  Even though I have your panties at half mast, I abandon them and try to protect my hair, though too late for the wad that is flung somewhere as I screech.  My foot is still dueling with  your twisting hand, no way my sturdy leg is going to be overpowered by one hand, and I start to seek a vulnerable spot to attack with my free hand, when I feel both of your feet prying at my already half open thighs and nudging my crotch.  My eyes go wide, how the hell did she get her feet there, and I feel your toes jabbing in near 'the promised land'.  My thong  is hardly even providing for modesty and I don't want to imagine what is on display down there. 

No pain yet, but that allows me to think of shame, as I start to scream at you to get your feet out of there. I try to scramble backwards, but the sofa chocks me right where I am.  Maybe if I roll with your twisting, my other leg can clout you.   I have to do something, so I try to twist onto my hip and clock you with my flailing left leg, before I am both bald and impaled on your feet.  I scream at my pals to shut up as they are shouting for updates after my triumphant announcement.   I feel my leg hit something, and with both hands, I try to claw at the sofa and clamber out of this fucking trap and get some space.

I have to give it to you Linda you are definitely a hardcore Bitch. Twisting and trying to pull your leg at the same time turns out to be fruitless with only one hand, so I let go of your red tresses and....... "What the hell was that," I shake my head clearing the dots in my eyes. I think I just got waylaid by a foot, "What the fuck," I say as I see you scrambling to get off the floor. I know I have to do something but I have a bit of fog left, I try to move realizing I am now on my side, "Yep was definitely a foot" I say to myself as I pull myself into a sitting position.

Watching you scramble I do some scrambling of my own, I don't want you to have any advantage over me, especially with me still on the floor. I see you turn and look to the floor where I had been laying just seconds before, "Cat got your tongue Linda"  "No way I was waiting for you to do more damage as I lay there"  I'm standing only three feet away from you as you look over with a look of surprise....no more like anger...with a touch of awe. As you stare at me trying to d ecipher how the hell I got to my feet so quick. I smile at you and say, "Linda remember when I told you I was working out during this pandemic, Yoga was part of that, as well as core training." "Really comes in handy in these little skirmishes, wouldn't you say." As I circle around you laughing.

We each take a couple of minutes to figure out our next moves, both of us panting from exertion, sizing up the other. "Your girls are calling to you Dear, maybe you should say something."  I remark as I walk toward the bar, watching your movements as you watch mine.

Am gasping in relief that I am clear of this bitch, and then I do some gasping for air, until I hear you rave on about your fitness training, so I tone down the heavy breathing and just settle for low key snorting.  My hubby always said my nostrils flair when I am passionate anyhow.  I suck in a big breath and as I see you shuffling to the bar, I laugh to myself, than out loud.  "What a whore, you have one tit hanging out, and your panties around your knees, and you are going for a drink."  I start ambling to the other end of the bar, and take a look down, and am relieved to see all the goodies are still covered, unlike her.

Then I see the mirror !  my lingerie may be intact, but my hair and makeup  sure ain't!  and my blotchy face and swollen lip and scratched breasts  !  While keeping an eye on you, I make a beeline for a refill, and examine you for visible damage, and except for scratched up tits, tousled hair and disheveled  frillies, you are hiding the woe I inflicted.  Nodding to you at the other end of the bar, I take a snort...a delicate snort, although I almost feel like taking an ice cube and applying it to my face.  Ingesting  some courage, I let you know that all your yoga crap will help me to twist  you into a pretzel.  I make a note to myself that I have to leave some visible marks on her, preferably her face.

Chest still heaving, making my breasts even more impressive to you, I do a little swagger as I put my glass down empty.  Thinking I didn't give myself much of a pour, I add a few fingers to the ice and flip my hair back.    Looking down, I adjust my thong, smooth a few stray hairs, and notice my nipples are tenting through the lace.  "Anytime you are ready.  No mercy this time" and I thud the glass down and step into the middle of the room, legs braced.  "Don't fret girls, we just took a little breather" only to hear them shout back, "we'll be in our room, just ring us and we will scoot right up when you are done."  Somehow, it feels lonelier now.

In my humble opinion Lin will leave poor Dawne wreaked and defeated after a long battle, but only after Dawne's nails and mauling leave her breasts a scratched and swollen mess by fights end!
Go Lin!!

I try to control my breathing as I grab a glass and pour myself some water and see you walk to the bar to do the same. As we stand at opposite ends of the bar we evaluate each other and make our assessments. We both have had good breaks and counters, good holds and maneuvers. The fact that we have not tackled each other right now says a lot of both of us. We are mature even though we are acting out right now as some would say.

Looking in the mirror I notice I'm a little disheveled and try discreetly to adjust myself, not worried about appearance at this point, but so as not to give you any added advantage. I look myself up and down then take a quick look at you, Hmmmm I have to make this bitch pay for my appearance. I turn as you tell me that you plan to twist me into a pretzel, smiling I just nod and put my glass down.

I look over to you as you tell your friends of our break, when they answer and say they will be in their rooms I smirk.  I see the look on your face one of anguish or loss of courage and turn away filing that into my thoughts I may be able to use this later. I guess you need a peanut gallery to feel confident, you look deflated as you stand there legs braced for our second round. I walk to the middle of the room and stand just a couple of feet from you, how do I humble this Bitch she is used to coming out on top. I know I have to finish this Bitch so I can hold my head up with the confidence I have.

I look at you and start my walk to you, you have composed yourself and have a look of determination now. I steel myself for the battle and go straight for your breast, I grab a handful and twist the one and pull the corset with the other and it gives a little. Not realizing it but I have also stepped on your toes as I am tugging at the corset to loosen it even more.  You start a barrage of your own, and the fight is on.

I have settled on my plan, using what my hubby unflatteringly calls 'my peasant cunning'.  Since the  big bitch always waits for me to attack so she can use her 'catlike ju jitsu bullshit' reflexes to grab and hold my leg or arm, 'll use it against her.  She'll outsmart herself this time, as I get ready and feint a kick and then grab her hair and tug her down.  She advances just like expected, with that stupid grinning  expression, and gets almost too close to kick when I start my move, only to have her keep coming and step on my foot.  Owww...how the hell did she guess that, as my hands still lunge up but off balance.

Her hands, instead of intercepting, like always, go for my boobs, mauling one and tugging down on my corset.  Fuck, white flesh emerging, I rip my hands down from your hair, to your dark corset, and try to grab at your titties.  No way she is going to strip me first...or at all for that matter.  I growl and shove my head under your chin to block your view, while re-clawing the tops of your breasts, even as I wince from your breast grab, teetering forward a little since you have your enormous foot on mine.  I have a great view of all four ta tas as I work my fingers into your corset, while seeing my pink nipples emerging, and I see if I can lean/push even more to topple you over.

Your skin is so clammy that trying to get your corset down is real work, you have it cinched so tightly you might explode if I get it off.  Like a schoolgirl, I try to slide one leg around yours to trip you, our close quarters keeping the boobs rustling into each other.  "I'll have you naked in an instant, I'll show the whole place your mangy carcass!" I feel motion, am going to knock this bitch down, as I feel your hands digging and shifting.  No sneakiness now, just showing her who the better woman is.

Pulling on your corset and mauling your breast I try my best to get the thing off. All of a sudden I have your fat head in my way and I am now pulling blindly. I switch hands and pull the other side of this ratty lingerie as I scrape your other breast. "Owwww you fucking whore" as my breasts are being pulled out and scratched.

You keep nudging me back and I keep pushing back. We are at a stalemate and unable to move the other. As you yell out to me I laugh and say, "If you do you do, but you will be right there with me bitch, this thing is coming off real soon!" "And as for a mangy carcass, you are sadly mistaken, your withered and and flabby body will be the one on display.

As we bicker back and forth I feel a slight movement and try to counter before I fall back and give you an advantage. With the counter and your push we get off balance, "when did that leg get there"  as we fall to the floor on our sides neither of us able to catch ourselves we get the air knocked out of us. Thinking quickly I scramble to my knees and attach my claws to your pussy which is the first thing I see as I work to keep you down. "FUCK I'm sore from that fall but I'm not going to let it get to me now. Later after this I will go get a much needed massage.

As I just about finish tripping old Dawn, I think how ridiculous it looks from the vantage point of my head burrowed in between us, as we have four ample tits smushing around just under my face, all pried out of their corsets and propped up under my chin.  My groping hands aren't positioned to block my fall moments later and I land heavily on my lightly padded hip. 

I grunt out,  and try to rock onto my knees, but see the bitch already on hers and swiveling towards me, so I rock onto my back before you can attack me from behind.  Your eyes light up as you scrunch up my thong , with a handful of my pussy flesh besides, and I yell, while reaching for your hair to yank you to the side.  It really hurts, as my pubes sprout magically to the sides of my compressed thong, as your nails seem to be lancing through the fabric.   I tug harder on your hair, and lose my grip on the majority of it, as I am left holding ratty strands in my hair as I flomp onto my back after ripping out my little trophy.

My other hand grabs at the back of your corset, trying to get purchase and tug you down before you climb aboard me.  There is more grunting from me as I try to get on my side to fight you, when a light bulb goes off.  Last time she was going for my snatch, I walloped her with my foot....well, my knee should do just as well, and I squirm a little, and launch my knee upwards, aiming for that big honker of yours.  This time I won't lose my chance to pin you, when you drop, I will scramble fast.

I see you scramble as I start to pull at your pussy with my nails getting ready to rip into you.You grab a handful of hair and tug pulling part of it out and I yelp "Arrrghh""You fucking whore" then I feel you go for my lingerie, I try to turn away so you can't reach but fail as you pull my down to my side with you. I start to say you have to do better....... when I see the look of satisfaction on your face and then the knee in mine.

You aimed for my nose but met my cheek instead. I'm stunned all the same and fall back bringing a prize of my own of your pubs, and lay there knowing what will come next. I need to move but my head is reeling so I wait. As I watch you start to angle towards me for a pin, probably to sit on my spralled body. The gleam in your eyes widens as you straddle me and get two knees to the groin before getting that flabby body of yours on mine.

You grab for your crotch and yell as I push with my knees hard and hear a "Whoosh" of air and watch as your lard ass falls. Holding yourself and glaring at me you mumble something I can't hear. I have to manage something but the pain in my jaw is wanting attention. I bring myself to a sitting position contemplating my next move, watching you as you squirm making sure I'm aware of my surroundings. I remark to you, "I loved the knee to the face Linda, but just how much did you like those knees to your pussy Bitch"

Voted for Linda. She wins after a dirty and grueling duel between the two hellcats....
Would be a very dirty and rough catfight that's for sure.

L   Banging your face hard with my knee, my plan works perfectly, except for me being partially scalped downstairs, and I scramble quickly over you and see your laid out body, awaiting my pleasure.  Giving my torn bush a quick rub, I get astride, ready to pounce, when bang....my pussy! Bang, a second shot to my twat,  before my hand can even return to cover my crotch, and I drop to my knees and rock forward , than back , before both of your knobby knees send me sprawling backwards.

I am wallowing in agony, mumbling  "you kicked my cxnt, you kicked my cxnt" as I hear some  comment from you while  you sit up and soak in satisfaction from your filthy deed.  I feel like crying, maybe I am crying, but when I look at you through my bleary eyes, I realize that I won't get a time out to recover.  I moan and groan, putting extra groaniness into it, as my pussy aches and swells, my thong no longer covering my precious pink.  I wonder if I can lash a kick into those hanging tits of yours, but as I shift around and feel  my bruised snatch pulse, I opt to push myself a foot or two further away  with my arms, propping myself up and glaring.

I feel my tits hanging over my corset, swaying in the breeze and my tummy creasing as I sit up, then grab the arm of that wretched sofa again, this time using it to push myself up.  You are just watching me, like I am some sort of bug, and my hatred manages to grow even more.  Yes, I can stand, even if I am bowlegged, though I send a hand downwards and feel how puffy and slick I feel.  Its infuriating, even though she has a huge lump on the side of her face, the damned bitch just gets up as if there is no problem, as if going to yoga class.

She makes yet another remark about 'how I should be working out more and lose those rolls' as I totter and wobble backwards, and then forwards....but as I lean forward, I fall into a lunge, all I need is two steps, and I run and try to ram you into the wall.  You are going to go splat.

As I sit there thinking of a strategy to rid myself of this huge pain in the ass, I throw a couple more insults at my opponent. "Linda dear, don't you wish you did less eating and more walking, maybe just walking the dog would have made a dent in that bulk." I smile, no more of a smirk, because I believe I may have made a crack in that thick wall of yours.

I watch as you move to get up, still feeling a bit off I just take a few more minutes to recuperate. You are a rare sight indeed, tits hanging out, thong missing as well as some pubs and your hair looks like a rats nest. Looking you over I know if I can keep this kind of attack up you are going to cave, your confidence is chipping away. First it was when your friends abandoned you, now it is your appearance from the fight.

You stand and take a step, then move back, I watch you and start to move myself. Suddenly you take off looking like you are about to tackle.......me! "Bitch don't you dare, are you fucking insane!" I make it to my feet and move slightly, barely enough to break the tackle but enough that we didn't slam into the wall. I can't believe you tried to do that, I take my frustration out on you by ripping at your snatch. We are inches from each other and our breasts are mashed between us. Stepping into you I wrap my leg with yours and push you back a bit to give me better access to that nasty cxnt of yours. I contine to ruin that pussy of yours telling you "When I'm done with you I bet you wont walk out of here on your own you filthy slut!"

Almost exhilarating to launch an all out charge, particularly since I made it into contact without tripping or having you evade.  I gasp out " I got you!" as I feel you bend back when I smack tit first into you.  Oopph, ooh...my tits smear to the sides, as do yours, as our exposed globes are squashed.  My swift action taking my mind off my pussy pain, I keep bulling (cowing?) ahead, my hands dropping to your wriggling haunches and shove at your panties.  I'll be damned if my bottom is naked, and hers is covered.

My stripping you takes on more urgency as I feel your hand go after my sore snatch yet again, this time with not even a shred of fabric covering it. I dig my nails into your ass cheeks and claw hard, almost duck walking you a step back, till your tentacle like leg wraps around mine, stopping me from gaining traction.  I try to heave you by your panties, but they only stretch.  "You lump, you talk about my weight"  I hiss, just before I feel you really burrowing in to my exposed twat.   Your fingers rake into my splayed pussy, and put a new layer of pain on my tender parts.  "Bitch, I'll claw your clit off, I'll carve your fucking cxnt..Oooowowwww" as you dig into places you shouldn't find.

Since I can't get at your pussy directly with your sweaty body in the way, I give a sawing pull on your panties, already riding high, and shift my hands together so your lace becomes a rough rasp splitting your nasty ass and cxnt.  Without a gap between us, and my thighs pinching in as tightly as they can, I have to endure your close in crotch mauling, but my hands can really yank, and I feel my jerking making you bounce.    " I hope that burns, I hope I cut you in half" even as your nails seem to find more and more delicate targets,  As much as I want to throw my ass away from you, my only real protection is to stay so close you can't really see or move. Once again, I lean into you, my hair swishing on your chin, as I keep my yanking going and grunt with every tug. "I'll hang these panties on your shoulders!"

"Arrggghh you are a fucking nasty bitch."  I yelp as you grab my panties and pull. I can't feel my pussy lips from your new assault, your smile is a reminder of my hatred for you. I have your head under my chin again blocking me from seeing my handywork down below. Oh and that hair of yours is right under my nose and is making me nauseous from whatever you sprayed in it. I need to do something about that.

Your nails find my firm but tender ass and again I let out a little yelp. You keep trying to push me back but you are limited by the leg I have entwined with yours. One wrong move and we will be back on the floor. "Oh Fuck" that is really becoming annoying, you have left my lovely tanned behind and started in on my neatly trimmed twat. When the hell did you get a hold of the front and back of my panties. This sawing motion you have going on is treacherous and I desperately try to figure out a way of getting your hands off me.

Looking at the top of your head yet again, trying to see past it, I try to reach down to get a hand on yours to release my panties.  I lean back bringing my head away from yours and bringing my free hand up your side raking my nails into your sweaty flesh. I stop my claws at your breast and squeeze, bringing my nails across one of those flabby ass tits off yours.

I feel you squirm trying to move your cxnt from my reach. "You are going nowhere Bitch, you are all mine." "I'm going to tear this nasty pussy of yours to pieces, you won't walk or piss right for awhile after I'm through with it!"

At last this slimy bitch is wilting under my pressure.  I knew her type  didn't have the fiber to keep up the fight.  I am mega proud of myself,  that after being tortured by inhuman attacks on my pussy, I mustered up the fortitude to throw myself at her, and now I am sawing  a red line through her crotch with her own crusty panties.

I feel her swaying around, afraid to drop to the floor and be flattened by me.  Even though I am gasping, I ask "where are your big words now", as the hand that isn't latched onto my snatch flails, looking for a vantage point to attack me.  My bravery in staying tight to you is rewarded by leaving you no place to go!  I wonder how long it will take me to grind your pussy into a raw swamp?

Your wandering hand rakes along what is left of my corset, then jabs the side of my breast, hovers, than digs and squeezes.  My self -congratulations stop when I yell, as my tender side flesh is pinched so hard that I have to twist my torso away from your claw.  Unfortunately, I give your lower hand enough space to actually dig in me...your  dirty fingers have jabbed into my vagina, and nails are sticking .  I howl, apparently hurting your ear drums, as I let go of your panties and shove away from you. 

It is sort of a stumble step, as I disengage from your leg, but I manage to stagger away, pushing your hand out of my scraped up pussy and cursing you, as I listen to your vile threats aimed at my women hood.   Pulling one hand up to slap, my other hand checks my twat and this time I glance down to see  my poor berry red  and swollen labia hanging in the breeze  .  Never mind the slap I think, I have to ram my foot right up her cxnt, right now!

This shit has to come to an end here soon, I need to get some relaxation like I planned. However, this is a good workout for me at least, I'm having a hand to hand battle with a bitch I should have beat long ago. As I think back on that day I remember her peanut gallery being shut outside the door and cheering her on. I'm glad they went back to their rooms, I don't need her to gain any confidence.

I make sure to dig my nails deep into your pussy and also your breast. Keeping you in pain has been very helpful in this endeavour. We continue to work each other over, me with your twat and you trying to rip me in two, with MY panties no less. Once the pain hits you as I dig in with my nails you let go of my panties screaming and stumbling back, putting some distance between us.

Shaking my head to get my hearing back, I look over and see that you are looking overyour body in disbelief. I know there is no time for a break this needs to end now.  I quickly walk to you knowing if I don't there will be a kick somewhere that I don't want it to be. I'm practically on top of you as you look up and into my eyes inches from you. I grab your shoulders and push you back one step, two, pressing your body to the wall. Letting go of your shoulders I reach to finish my assault of your bruised and swollen pussy, but I definitely wont ignore those flabby breasts either. I take it one at a time and finish your twat first.

The astonished look on your face lets me know that your confidence has faded just a tad more. " It won't be long now Linda, would you like for me to call the girls for you when I leave you torn and broken."

Breaking away from your grubby gouging fingers, I recoup as you shove me backwards till I feel my buns hit the wall.  You sneer, as if you have some little secret, but that secret is whether I accept your surrender.  I jab my spaded fingers up, hoping to carve your jelly roll tits off.  "Don't like that, do you?" as I see your blobby boobs quiver.  You are still leaning in, your hands debating what to do, as I work my nails into the undersides of my targets and wonder if these balloons will pop.

Damn!  Your nails found my pussy again and are raking.  I can't help it, I cringe from it, you seem to relish scratching my welted petals and digging into my slit.  I screech, and I try to cross my legs, wincing as I feel your fingers tracing over and into me.  I squirm, seeing if I can twist my hips to lessen your attack, even as I simply now grab your mauled tits and haul them downwards.  "Let go of me, you are cutting me!" my voice getting shrill, while you, with a less highly developed nervous system are not screaming like me.  You must be in agony too, I swear when I get to her cxnt I will rip her lips off.  She will pay, but first I have to make her stop shredding my pussy!

Debating whether to try and bite your breasts, I resolve to  haul them down harder and to the side, at least it will sort of block some of what she is doing, now that her other hand is mauling my right tit.  This complete bitch is clawing up my breast, as I marvel that our corsets are still sort of on, even though mine is lopsided and my breasts are hanging over it.  I whine again about my carved twat, while trying to sling you away by your boobs.  I see them stretch and distend and hope to move you away from my woe be gone snatch.

Heaving on your wounded breast and almost falling as I twist to protect my pussy, I feel you shifting your legs, and then tripping with a hard thud.  Those stretched out panties of your tangled your legs, and due to my 'skill', you land in a heap with a badly banged limb.  You grimace, as I clutch your tit, and instead of grabbing my open snatch, your hands reach for your leg.  Pulling my nails off your tit, and leaving another fine set of marks,  I slither along the wall and see you writhing on the floor.

I pant out  "I got you, you miserable whore, I showed you", as I look down and  see you are not a threat.  I watch you glare and try to roll onto all fours and rise, but it looks stressful for you to even disengage from your panties.  "So much for your yoga", as I shuffle to the door and unlatch it, pounding on the floor and shouting "Come Up Girls".  I suck in a breath, brush my matted hair away from my eyes, and enjoy your helplessness.   "Oh, since I won't kick a helpless animal, even you, you'll escape what I was going to give you.  Except for this", as I each down, pull your head up by the hair, and while looking you in the eyes, slap your face.

"One more thing, I have to take that wretched corset off you" but as I reach for it, I see you glare at my raw twat and I step away.  "Alright, keep it".  The girls 'bop' in and see me, asking "who won", and I hiss "I did, can't you tell?" and they look at each other and us, and shrug their shoulders.  "Take some pictures, this lump can't even move" and I beam as they snap away.  "Not me, you idiots" as I see them taking in everything.  "Just find my robe and get me to my room, I'm not going to bother with this dump now.  Also, take your photos and her stretched out panties down to the lobby and give them to her hubby.  He sure isn't getting anything tonight.  Tell him it is over, and he can come up.  Tim can stay down there with the boys.  I just want to soak up my triumph in peace."

I painfully mince towards the door, my pussy throbbing, letting  you know to never cross me again, or you will get it worse, as I step out the door.

I just want to thank all that voted in our catfight. Linda has managed a won, I swear she has a horseshoe up in that twat somewhere. Kudos to you Linda you bested me this time.

I want to thank Dawne for providing such a wicked fight, which was hopefully entertaining to whoever read it or voted on it.  I was fortunate to have continued my dominance over her, in spite of her persistent low blows.

Silliness., but I am still responding 

By the standard reckoning of these things, I received more votes in total for a victory.  Dawne received more votes for a more intense victory.  I think my wrap up was fair to both of us and reflected both the damage I caught from Dawne, and the votes.  If I had not put the categories of victory in when I set up the poll, there would not be a question.  BTW, win or lose, I thought it was a fun, trashy and intense fight.

Of course, My concluding post offered some horn blowing on my behalf, but I would welcome yet another fight with Dawne, who is a wonderful opponent.  (Our current record is two close wins for me, and one draw)

Thanks Vanessa, we enjoyed bringing you the entertainment. That is what this group is for even though most wouldn't know it. Lol